#spaghetti meet ceiling

[retropopcult]

Audrey Hepburn at an Automat in Times Square. Photographed 1951 by Lawrence Fried.

Horn & Hardart's Automats were innovative, self-service restaurants that fed millions of New Yorkers but were also a tourist attraction for almost eighty years.

After a visit to Berlin around the turn of the century, Philadelphia restaurant owners Joseph Horn and Frank Hardart incorporated many of the ideas they saw at "waiterless cafeterias", installing automation equipment at their new Philadelphia "Automat" in 1902. It didn't catch on, proving to be a little too ahead of its time. But their second attempt in New York City ten years later did. By then, there were hundreds of thousands of stenographers, secretaries, and sales clerks filling new office buildings throughout Manhattan, and the Automat provided them with  an inexpensive place to meet friends, eat fresh, wholesome and well-prepared meals in safe and comfortable surroundings, and where they never had to worry about tipping.  Beautifully designed with dolphin heads for coffee spouts, marble floors, high ceilings and pristine menus, in record time one Automat grew to 24, serving 2400 pies a day from a central bakery that famously turned out cheap, high caliber food in abundance.  Quality was a hallmark.  Rules were “Do not compromise”.  During the Depression, when so many restaurants went belly up, the Automats thrived.  In World War II, Horn & Hardart supplied the food for combat ships.  And by 1953, they were serving 2,206,000 beef pies, 10,652,000 desserts, 3,388,000 hamburgers and 4,886,000 pounds of spaghetti to 8,000,000 customers per day.

#vintage #mid-century #1950s #20th century

[bloodmoonmuses]

stray cats, cold spaghetti | mark lee

genre: mark lee x reader, meet cute, friends to lovers (this is unedited, so forgive any typos! happy valentine's day!)

warnings: mentions of food!

summary: your cat introduces you to your new friend, mark. he's a bit more similar to an actual cat than you initially realized.

You didn’t understand the attachment people had to their pets until this stupid cat showed up. She was a stray, with mangled fur and callous eyes, who popped up some months ago. You had checked for any postings about missing pets, and even asked a few of your neighbors, but no one claimed the ratty thing. It’s not that you disliked animals entirely- you’re not a sociopath. You just aired more on the side of nonchalance. 

The cat could sense this, ever since the first time you two crossed paths. You remember that night so vividly. You couldn’t sleep. You laid on your couch, staring at the ceiling, hoping slumber would whisk you away sooner than later. Just as your eyes began to flutter shut, you heard whining. Visceral, pained whining. At first, you tried to ignore it, but when you heard a sound that suspiciously sounded like a young child, you figured it’d be better to survey the situation just in case. When you opened your door to a begging cat, you sighed. Damn the neighbors for feeding this thing. Now she thinks she owns the place. 

“I bet you’re hungry, huh.” The cat bore into you with bright green eyes, tilting its head as if to say, “Duh!”

So you re-entered your home, Googled “What human food can cats eat?”, and came back with canned tuna and half a carrot. The brat looked right past the carrot and inhaled the tuna, this being its first real meal of the day. In between scarfing down food, the gray cat looked at you inquisitively. “Any more where that came from?” her eyes said. She sidled up next to your leg, purring and rubbing her head against it. 

“That’s all I got,” you had confessed. 

You named her June, since that’s the month she came into your life. Now, you’re best friends. June is actually pretty chill. She likes watching movies with you and, strangely, likes going on walks. After getting her groomed, she’s kinda cute too. You hated to admit it, but you love June. You imagine this is how people felt about their kids- without the initial reluctance of course. June comes and goes as she pleases as if she’s still a stray, but always comes back by dinner time. 

When June isn’t back at her usual time one day in October, you get a bit nervous. She never does this. Before breaking out into a full out panic, you remember she’s got a collar and a tracker from the vet now. No biggie. Opening the app that’s connected to June’s tracker, you meander down the path you usually walk with her when it’s warmer out. When you’re a few blocks from your place, you see her, relief flooding your system. Then you realize there’s a man petting her.

“Junie! June!” You run up to her, taking her into your arms. You snuggle her into a tight embrace, planting a kiss on her head. You’re so caught up in your reunion with June that you forget about the stranger standing in front of you. Oh yeah. You should probably say something. His hair is somewhere in between auburn and brown, making his face look incredibly warm. You hold June a bit tighter.

“Cute cat,” the stranger says. His voice is a bit hoarse. “Thought she was a stray before I saw the collar.” Um, okay? June’s a little rough around the edges, but she’s clearly cared for. 

“Yeah, she’s mine. Do you, like, follow strays around in your free time?” you ask with a bite to your tone. 

“Do you let your pet wander around like a stray in your free time?” Fair, you think, but still rude.

“She’s a free spirit,” you contest. 

“So you let her wander.” 

“This is the first time she hasn’t come home for dinner. Our relationship is built mostly on my ability to provide her food- which works for me.” You’re not sure why you’re explaining your relationship with your cat. Who cares what this guy thinks?

June jumps out of your arms, back to the ground, and walks up to the stranger’s legs. He bends down to resume petting her. From his crouched stance, he looks into your eyes. The eye contact makes you shiver.  

“She’s sweet,” he says. “What’s her name?” 

“June. She’s a charmer- and incredibly manipulative. She probably thought she could swindle you out of some food.”

“Do I look easy to take advantage of?” He asks.

You assess him. Oversized hoodie, baggy pants, sneakers covered in scuffs... Maybe he’s a dancer. Or skateboards. You’d be into that, you think. Skater boys weren’t really your thing, but they could be- as long as it’s him. If anything, the guy just looks… cozy, all bundled up like this. There’s a tinge of red on the tip of his nose from the nippy air. He’s smirking to himself at his (flirtatious) question, making his cheek look plump. You want to pinch it. 

You want to make him as warm as his eyes make you feel. 

You realize you’ve probably been staring. Geez, what was his question? Oh yeah. “Yeah. Like a pushover,” you say. “In the best way, of course.”

“Ouch.”

“Only a real sap would fall victim to June’s powers. She can sense lackeys. No offense.” 

“I’m gonna choose to believe that means you think I’m a nice guy.”

“Nice enough.”

“I’ll take it.” The two of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments, June having finally grown bored of her new friend. The guy stands from his crouching position and sways a bit as he awaits your next move.

“Well, like I said, this little lady was late for dinner. So if it’s okay with you,” you pick up June, then continue your thought, “We’ll be heading out.” 

As you turn to walk back home, the stranger says, “I… didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

Right. You introduced June, but not yourself. Go figure. “Oh. I’m ___.” 

“Cool. I’m Mark.” He looks like a ‘Mark’-boyish and chipper.

“Nice to meet you, Mark. Well, have a nice night.” You start to walk again, but Mark interjects yet again.

“The sun’s setting,” he blurts it out like he’s trying to rid his mouth of the words as quickly as possible. “Can I walk you home?” Then he amends, “I live nearby, so I know it gets kinda dark in this neighborhood. Not many street lights.”

You think about it. You’re not getting any serial killer vibes, plus he’s already passed the June test. (And if you're being honest, he's very cute.) “Um, sure. Thanks.”

The two of you walk in silence, save for June’s purring. When you make it to your apartment building, you stop. Your gut is twisting, mind fixating on the warmth radiating off Mark’s body. Your fingertips are whirring with electricity. You have a bad idea. 

“Would you maybe… wanna come in for dinner?” Mark turns to look at you.  “I never really learned how to cook for one person, so I always have a bunch of leftovers.” 

It’s a lie, but not entirely. You like to cook enough food for the entire week. Mark doesn't need to know this, you conclude.

Mark nods to himself. “Uh, sure. I could eat.”

As soon as you place June down in your apartment, she sprints to her food bowl. Silly girl. 

“Sorry about the mess. Wasn’t expecting company,” you say. “I hope you like spaghetti.”

“Love it,” Mark responds. (You’d later find out this was a lie.)

“Perfect.”

That’s how you and Mark became friends- similarly to how June came into your life. You fed him. In all honesty, he wasn’t that fond of your spaghetti. He just liked the way you smiled each time he took a bite. The two of you continued to get to know one another while making food. Neither of you are great cooks, so you usually team up. It’s become a love language of sorts, sending recipes back and forth to try. You look forward to eating with Mark more than anything these days.

You’re more than aware of your underlying feelings for Mark, but you’ve managed to temper them. You don’t want to scare him off, but the tension is relentless. You’re making tiramisu and your shoulders touch. You’re piping flowers on a cupcake while Mark pulls tendrils of hair away from your face. You’re whisking meringue into stiff peaks while Mark hums to June in the living room. It’s heart achingly domestic. 

Oftentimes you imagine Mark as your husband. In your daydreams the two of you are wearing matching aprons, flour dusting his nose. He kisses you, a fit of giggles attacking your system. You’re absolutely smitten and unabashedly so.

 In reality, today is Valentine’s Day. Mark suggests he comes over and makes pizza. You don’t think Mark realizes what day it is until you suggest making your pizzas heart shaped. He says he forgot to buy his friend Jaehyun a birthday gift.

“This is, like, kinda romantic.” If being covered in pizza sauce and flour is romantic, then yes. This was very romantic. You have a nice spread here-  fresh basil, mozzarella, alfredo sauce, vodka sauce, roma tomatoes… It smells so nice. Mark keeps sneaking chunks of cheese into his mouth. He looks like a little mouse. June is fast asleep on the couch. You’ve finally perfected the heart shape of your dough, and begin to spread alfredo sauce on your pizza. 

“Your parameters for romance are very strange, Mark Lee.”

“If you close your eyes, it’s like we’re in Italy.” When he says things like this, they only fuel your daydreams. You blame the flush of your face on the preheating oven.

“Venice, I hope.”

“Of course.”

Mark’s pizza looks more like an anatomical heart than the kind you’d doodle in a notebook. He scoffs when you tell him this, feigning offense.

“Should I remind you of how your cinnamon rolls came out a few weeks ago?” They were awful. At a certain point, you had given up and rolled them into balls. 

“My cinnamon rolls/balls were innovative and transcendent.” 

“I don’t even know how you messed them up,” Mark says as he puts the pizzas in the oven, “We bought pre-made dough.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When the pizzas are done baking, the two of you sit at the dinner table. It’s a different feel for the two of you, seeing as you usually eat together on the couch.  You take a bite of your pizza, savoring the taste.

“Not bad. Wanna taste?” Mark nods. Instinctively, the two of you swap plates, trying each others’ creations.

“I think you’re better at making savory foods.”

“I agree.”

You and Mark continue to eat your pizzas, taking gulps of your respective drinks in between bites. Beer for Mark, white wine for you. Jazz plays softly from your shitty phone speaker, and June’s snores fill in the gaps of silence. After a bit, Mark’s face goes red from the alcohol. You liked seeing him tipsy. He gets all wavy and fluid, unconsciously swaying side to side like a daisy in the wind. Your face feels fuzzy from the wine and you find yourself biting your tongue. 

You’ve had to be more conscious of your alcohol intake around Mark lately. It felt as if at any moment, your love for him would simply become unbearable. Recently, it’s been hard to just look at him- even while sober. Tonight, apparently, you threw caution to the wind. 

“Mark?” you say.

“Hmm….”  He’s drifting away, lethargic from the food and beer. You repeat his name again, this time getting his full attention. When his glassy eyes meet yours, the force behind them knocks the wind out of you.

“Yes?” says Mark. He takes another sip of beer. 

You can’t do this, you think, backtracking entirely. The lie escapes as a garbled mess of words: “Forgot what I was gonna say.” You take a nervous gulp of your wine.

Mark slams his fist on the table, in a drunken stupor. The sound startles you, but there’s no malice behind his motion. In fact, he’s laughing to himself. “Bullshit.”

“I really did lose my train of thought. Maybe it’ll come back to me.”

“I know you’re lying. Like you lied about that cold ass spaghetti you used to lure me in!” he says, referencing the night you met. The spaghetti wasn’t that cold…

“I really did make too much spaghetti that night! Plus, you kept June safe. It was the least I could do!” 

Mark begins to gather your plates and cups, walking over to the kitchen to place them in the sink. As he stands, he says, “I won’t force you to say it, but I know you’re lying.” 

Then he moves to run the faucet. The rushing water fills the silence like TV static, buzzing and itching in your ears. Your throat is burning. You want to talk to him openly, honestly- but something’s stopping you. Mark washes the dishes wordlessly. With his back turned to you, his words hang heavy in the air. Mark never pries but simultaneously knows you so intimately. You love being known by him. You love knowing him. 

You simply love him.

“Why’d you walk me home that night?” Your voice barely pierces the air. The question practically squeaks out of you.

“What?” Mark turns off the facet and dries his hands on a towel, turning to look at you.

“The night we met. Why’d you walk me home?”

He contemplates the question for a moment, closing his eyes to visualize the night. Then he says, “Wanted to make sure you got home safely.” 

The moment is delicate and fragile. You’re scared that if not nimble enough, if not cradled with the utmost gentleness, it will shatter. You proceed with caution.

“Mark?” At the sound of his name, Mark returns to his seat at the dining table.

“I think… I love you.” Mark chuckles. “Don’t laugh!”

“You think?” he says, now breaking out into a full-bodied laugh.

“Yeah. I think so.” 

“I love you too.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “...I think.”

“Very funny, asshole.” 

Mark reaches over the table and places a chaste kiss upon your lips. “Okay, I think I’m a little more sure now,” he says.

“Need some more reassurance?” you ask. Mark nods. 

You lean in to kiss him this time, and just before your lips touch, you hear whining. You pull back to look down, seeing June curled up beneath your chair. Her timing is always impeccable. The two of you giggle, sealing the moment with a fervent kiss. You melt into his touch, the elation coursing through your veins. When you come up for air, you meet Mark’s eyes.  

“What?” he says. “I’m a better kisser than you thought?” 

“I was just wondering… you’re still gonna wash the dishes, right?”

#bloodmoonmuses #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee fluff #mark lee x reader

[alotofpockets]

Cooking class | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a cooking class that she teaches.

A/n: A special thank you to @catasha, without your ideas I would not have been able to finish this fic!

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 2.8K

You recently discovered your love for cooking. You found it both relaxing and exhilarating, being able to add all these ingredients together to create a beautiful dish. Growing up your parents never really taught you how to cook, so you started by learning some cooking videos that you had seen online but the videos were general and not that fun, so you were searching for other ways to learn more cooking techniques. In your search for options you came across a cooking class taught by Wanda Maximoff, just a few blocks over.

When you entered the building you were in awe of the place. There were rows of stove tops, ovens and counters, all basked in sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The women that walked up to you said. “Yeah, it looks great. I love the way the light enters the space.” The woman nods in agreement. “Everything is so fancy here, I can’t wait to cook here.” Wanda smiles, “Oh, trust me, cooking here is amazing.” The woman answers. “Oh, have you taken classes here before?” In response she holds out her hand, you shake it with a confused look plastered on your face. “Wanda, nice to meet you.” That’s when the puzzle pieces click, you were talking to the owner of the place. “Oh, haha, well Wanda, you have a beautiful place here. I’m y/n.”

The first class starts, and after some quick introductions, Wanda starts telling you about what you will be learning during these few classes. You were going to start easy and work your way up to some more intricate dishes. You were going to be making a dish each week for the duration of the four week starters course. Today you were going to focus on some cutting techniques, since you will be using that throughout the whole course. 

Wanda shows everyone how to hold the knives and how to get the best results and tells you to try it out for yourselves on the carrots in front of you. She goes around the kitchen islands giving everyone pointers and compliments. The dish for this week's class was vegetable soup, which meant lots of veggies to be cut. When you were done with the carrots, you chopped up leeks, tomatoes, and parsley. All that was left to cut were the garlic gloves. You felt quite comfortable with your chopping skills after the carrots, Wanda noticed and gave you a compliment, “Nice work, y/n, keep it up!” 

You continued to make the soup step by step, as Wanda told you more about what each of the steps would do for the dish, taste, texture, etc. She was an amazing teacher, she explained not only with the end goal of a dish in mind but also transferred her knowledge on certain ingredients as well as in what different ways they could be used. You enjoyed your first class very much, and the soup you created was delicious. 

Next week you arrive at the kitchen again, not realizing that you were there a bit too early until you saw that Wanda was still setting up the counters. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was so early.” You say as Wanda looks over. “Don’t worry, darling, come on in.” You blush slightly at the nickname. “I was just setting up the ingredients for today’s class.” She smiles in your direction. “Need a hand?” You say as you place your bag in the corner, “I’m here now anyways.” Wanda is very grateful for the help as she started a bit late with setting up herself, she showed you what each cooking station needed and you got to work while continuing the conversation with her. You placed thyme, bay leaves, sugar, worcestershire sauce and a beef cube on every station, while Wanda distributed the beef, canned tomatoes, onion, garlic cloves, tomato paste, and a small block of parmesan cheese. 

The dish for today was a spaghetti bolognese, with the main focus for the class being the making of the sauce. Wanda started by letting you cut your onions and mince the garlic, like how she taught you in the previous class. Then step for step she walked you through making the bolognese sauce. You loved pasta dishes, at home you always made them with store bought pasta sauce but now that you knew this recipe you were for sure going to use it. It was so much richer in flavor, while the cooking time wasn’t even that much longer. 

Before ending the class, Wanda announced next week's plans. “Next week we are going to have a little friendly competition.You are all going to create a dip of your own choosing. Email me the ingredients you will need before Friday, and I will make sure that they are ready for you on your counters next week!”

You were searching through recipe books and recipes online for a dip that would really impress Wanda. Most of the dips you found looked good but were still pretty basic. A couple of days went by without any ideas and then it hit you, during one of your conversations Wanda had mentioned that she was from Sokovia. You immediately started searching for Sokovian recipes and found the perfect dip. However, you saw that it would take a bit longer than a regular dip to make, so you decided to ask Wanda if maybe you would be able to come in earlier to use the oven to prepare your main ingredient. Wanda let you know that it would be no problem, and that she would be there starting 1pm, so any time after that would work. When you got her message back, you sent her the list of ingredients that you would need for your dip. 

That Sunday you arrive forty minutes before the official start of the class. “Hi, y/n, how have you been?” Wanda asks with a smile. “Hey, Wanda, I’ve been well, thank you. How about yourself?” Wanda waves you in before answering, “I’ve been doing good, thanks. I put your ingredients on your station, so feel free to start whenever you’d like.” You sent her an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Wanda, I really appreciate this.” 

You start working on your dip. The beets you need for it had to go in the oven for thirty minutes and would have to cool down for another twenty before you could use them. You start by poking some holes in the beet with a fork, and put them in some foil, before putting them on a baking tray. You are so focussed on your preparations that you don’t hear Wanda approaching, who was previously getting some things from a back room. Once you’ve put the tray into the oven and look up you finally realize that she is standing there, leaning against one of the other counters, admiring the focus you had. You feel a blush making its way to your cheeks again but quickly cover it up by turning around and cleaning up some of the things you won’t need to use in the recipe anymore. 

After that all there was left to do was wait for the beets to bake. So, you decided to see if there was anything you could do to help Wanda prepare for the upcoming class. Together you set up the ingredients on the other stations, while you were asking Wanda questions about what got her started on cooking. You learned that her mother loved to cook, and that after she passed away when Wanda was younger. Wanda shared that she felt closest to her while she was cooking, which is how she got into cooking. You shared how you got into cooking, and wanting to learn more about her. The conversation flowed so easily you hadn’t noticed that half an hour had passed until the oven beeped. 

You take out the tray with beets and let them cool down on the counter. The conversation with Wanda not faltering while you walk around in the kitchen. Soon after the rest of the class walks in. Wanda greets everyone separately before starting the contest. “Alright, I’ve seen some delicious ingredients in your lists, and I cannot wait to try the dips you have come up with! Is everybody ready?” The class cheers. “Ready, set go!” Wanda jokes, she was having so much fun with the competition. She walked around the counters to see what everybody was working on, lingering a bit longer at your counter. You add some yogurt to your grated beets and stir the mixture together. To give the dip some extra flavor, you add some finely chopped garling, some pepper and a pinch of salt. Finally, to top it off, you chop up some spring onion and sprinkle it over the top of your Sokovian purple beetroot dip.

Everyone presents their dip to the class, and Wanda tastes all of them. You could see that she had some clear favorites, and got a little nervous for her to taste yours. Those nerves went away once you saw the sparkle in her eyes after she tried it. You give her a knowing smile, before she moves to the next counter. 

“You have all made some incredible dips, I am very impressed. I am also very proud of the creativity you all put into these recipes. However, there can only be one winner, and that is…” Wanda looks at all the dips in front of her, before picking up yours. “Y/n!” The class applauds, and congratulates you on your win. The class ends and everyone starts walking out. You clean up extra slow, hoping to spend some more time with Wanda. She notices and walks over, “So, did you pick a Sokovian dish to impress me?” You laugh, “Depends, did it work?” Wanda laughs with you. “It did, the flavor brought me right back to my childhood. I remember this dip being present on every birthday platter.” You smile as she talks about her connection with the dish that you made. “Yeah, I hoped to be a step ahead with the Sokovian origin but the dip actually tastes amazing.” 

“Hey y/n, if I’m out of line here, please let me know but I was wondering if maybe you would like to come over to my place and cook dinner together tonight?” Wanda looks up at you hesitantly. “Yeah, that sounds wonderful.” The corners of her lips perk up slightly, “Like as I date, I mean.” You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Yes, I would love that.” You exchange numbers so Wanda can send you her address. “Oh, and you can bring your dip, that way we can use it in the starter.” You tell her that you think that’s a great idea. “I’ll make some flatbread for it and then we can cook the main course together.”

A couple hours later, you make your way over to Wanda’s house. You ring the doorbell, and just seconds later Wanda opens the door. “Hi, y/n, come in. The flatbread is almost ready, and do you want a drink? Wine? Water? Oh, I can put on some music, maybe?” Your heart warms at the way Wanda is so clearly nervous rambling. You reach out your hand to take a hold of hers, in order to ground her. “I’ll have whatever you are having, and music sounds nice.” Wanda looks down at your hands, her cheeks flushed. The moment gets interrupted by the ding of the oven. “Oh, I have to get that.” Wanda says and rushes off, leaving you on the doorstep. You smile and shake your head, as you let yourself in and close the door behind you. While Wanda was in the kitchen, you walked around her living room, admiring the way she decorated the space. 

Wanda walks back into the living room with a tray in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “You have a beautiful place, Wanda.” She thanks you as she places two wine glasses, and a platter with the flatbread down on the table. You place the beetroot dip next to them, and reach for the bottle of wine when Wanda walks to the side to turn on some music. You fill up the glasses and hand Wanda one when she walks back and sits down on the couch next to you. Wanda relaxes more as the conversation starts up.

You sip on your wine, as you enjoy your starter together before going to the kitchen with Wanda to cook the main course. You're cutting up some vegetables, while Wanda walks around gathering pots and pans, utensils, spices, and the rest of the ingredients. She moves behind you, placing a hand on your back, making sure that she wouldn't bump into you while you're holding a chef's knife. Instead the gentle touch just distracts you from the chopping, as a blush crept up your cheeks. Wanda does this a couple more times as she walks from side to side in the kitchen, noticing your flustered state every time her hand touches your back.

"Hey, Wands, how can I best cut these?" You say as you move onto the next vegetable. She tells you how she would cut them, and you give it a try. Failing at your first two attempts, not being used to holding the knife in that way. "Want me to show you?" Wanda offers. "Yes, please." You expected Wanda to take the knife from you as she reached out for it but instead she takes a hold of your hand, and moves her body to stand behind you. Your breath hitches, when Wanda says, "Follow my lead." next to your ear. She starts moving your hand in the motion of the cut besides the vegetable before you actually slice into the vegetable on your cutting board together. Focusing on the technique is nearly impossible with Wanda pressed against your back. "See, easy as that. Now you try." Wanda keeps standing behind you but leans to the side and puts her hand on the counter, looking over your shoulder. Though you had trouble focussing for a moment, you practiced the motion Wanda just showed you once besides the vegetable again, before you tried it for real. “Yeah, that’s it! Nice work.” Wanda compliments you. You look over at Wanda with a proud smile plastered on your face. She smiles back at you and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks instantly redden. “I hope that was okay.” Wanda says nervously. You smile at her again, “It was more than okay, Wands.”

The dinner came along nicely, you made a great team in the kitchen. You were sipping on your wine and swaying to the music as you effortlessly danced around each other in the kitchen. Wanda set the table along with some candles. The food tasted amazing, you were so happy with how it turned out. 

You cleaned up the dishes together before it was time for you to go home. Wanda only lived a couple of blocks away, so after the few glasses of wine that you had had, you could easily walk home again. Wanda walked you to the door, plans for seeing each other next already made. “Hey, Wanda, I know this was only the first date but can I kiss you?” In response Wanda smiles and leans in. You meet her half way into a soft kiss. You smile into the kiss and feel Wanda doing the same, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. On your walk home you can’t stop smiling. Once you enter your home, you text Wanda to let her know that you made it home safely.

Before the last cooking class the next Sunday, you had met up with Wanda many times again. You went on a picnic date on your day off, and enjoyed some snacks by the waterfront. Wanda joined you to try out one of your hobbies. Besides that you spend most evenings after work together, either watching a movie or just hanging out. When Sunday came around, it felt like you had known Wanda for years. When the class was over, you helped her clean up once again, and went home with her after another movie night. 

What you thought would be a one time cooking class to learn something new, turned into dating an incredible chef who would teach you all about it from the comfort of both your homes. Signing up for that class, had led to meeting your new favorite person, and you could not be happier.

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[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.6 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, kinda fluffy and cute at the start, bad mother/daughter relationship, pretty sad, grab those tissues, idek what else, not proofread!)

A/n: sorry that I can’t keep y/n happy for more than 1 chapter of this😭😅

I get dressed into clean comfier clothes and I lay back on my bed, Chris joining me. We don’t speak but instead we just lie there, looking up at my ceiling in a comforting silence.

“I am so proud of you.” Chris whispers to me, a smile creeps across my face. “I want to do more with you Chris, but..” he sits up slightly and interrupts me, “hey.. take things at your own pace okay? Don’t feel rushed, I mean we aren’t even dating properly yet..” he grabs my hand, “not that I don’t want to, I totally want to date you but don’t feel rushed into anything okay?” He tries to reassure me and I smile.

“You wanna date me like for real?” I ask quietly. He sits up fully and so do I. “Well yeah of course, you’re so pretty and..” “so you only like me for my pretty face?” I fake pout and look down sadly. “No! No I wasn’t finished!” He panics and I laugh, his face relaxes as he realised I was joking.

“Anyway, wait what was I saying?” He whispers. “You were saying about why you want to date me I think? I also forgot.” We both laugh. “Oh yeah, I think you’re funny, you’re pretty, you’re kind and we skipped school to go on a date y/n.” He smiles to me.

“If I get in trouble for that I swear I will kill you.” I joke. “Do you want to like.. be my girlfriend or something.” He shrugs and his face goes red as he grins. “Yeah I’d really like that.” I smile at him, my cheeks also flushing red. “Okay! That went so much worse and difficult in my head, so you’re now my..” “girlfriend? Yeah.” We lay back down.

We lay together, both smiling messes. His phone starts to buzz and he pulls it out of his pocket. The screen is lit up “Matt” he looks to me, “I gotta answer this..” I nod as if to say “of course.” He stands off the bed and puts the phone to his ear. “What’s up.” Chris says, I can just about hear Matt from the other side.

Chris

Matt

“Where are you?” “I’m with y/n.” “Okay.” “What?” “Mom wants to you come home.” “Why Matt?” “well she’s making spaghetti” “oh shit really?” “Yeah so come home like right now because she won’t make it otherwise” “okay thank you.” “No problem, bye!”

Chris puts the phone back in his pocket, “what was he saying?” I ask, since I couldn’t hear most of the last part of the phone call. Chris stands in-front of me and kisses my hands, “I gotta head off okay? My mom’s making spaghetti,” I laugh softly and he smiles “I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning so we can walk together?” Apparently he lives like 10 mins from school the other way to me, so he’d have to walk past the school to walk to mine.

“Oh okay, why?” I ask hesitantly, “because you’re my girlfriend.” He smirks and kisses my forehead. “I really gotta go though okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hugs me before walking out my room, I walk after him to lock the door behind him. “Bye.” I smile at him, leaning on my doorframe.

“See ya.” He waves.

It’s been quite a few hours and now it’s 9pm, and I hear my front door unlock, my mom. “Y/n?” She shouts up to me. “Hey.” I walk out my door and sit on the stairs as she takes her coat off and shoes. “How was school?” She asks, walking to the kitchen and I follow her. “You see Evan today?” She’s always been fond of Evan and didn’t believe me when I said what he tried to do.

“Uh yeah..” I reply, not mentioning the fact he had grabbed my wrist, made me cry etc. etc. “are you gonna get back together?” She washes her hands. “No mom. Remember?” I sigh, sitting on the counter of the kitchen. She turns to me in annoyance. “Still y/n? You’re still going on with that thing? Evan is a nice kid!” She huffs, drying her hands.

“You don’t know him like I do mom, he’s horrible!” I try to talk sense to her but she just rolls her eyes. “Go to your room.” She spoke as she sat on the couch, me still following her everywhere shes going. “I don’t want to, I want to talk to you!” I say loudly. “Don’t raise your voice at me, just talk to me if you fucking want to!” she says in an irritated tone.

“It’s hard to talk to you when you’re constantly accusing me of lying! You only want to hear it if it’s about me and Evan or if it’s about you!” My voice cracks. She goes to speak but I continue speaking. “I have a new boyfriend.” I say more calmly. She widens her eyes. “Who?” She half yells.

“His names Chris and he treats me much better than Evan ever did.” I say. “Does this Chris have a stable family? Is he gonna be able to provide for you when you’re older?” She’s only ever cared about her future and how much money people have but never about my life and my heart.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “You know who does have a lot of money to provide for you?” She shouts, knowing the answer I reply “Evan..” she nods, tears fill my eyes. “Exactly, Evan would be able to keep your family and children supported.” She keeps prodding until I burst. Tears flowing down my cheeks and anger filling through my body.

“Get over it mom oh my god,” I yell loudly, causing her to flinch, “me and Evan are never gonna be together. Do you know why? Because he’s abusive as fuck!” I practically scream. “He was fine when-” she try’s to contribute. “When you met him? Yeah of course he was. Earlier he made me cry, he grabbed my wrist and practically threatened me, but yeah he’s fine.” I start to cry harder.

“Don’t ever take that tone with me again, you can get out of my house,” my mother stands up and walks to me. “You are just like your father.” She hisses before walking past me into the kitchen again.

Those words break me, and I wipe my tears before walking out the front door, slamming it behind me. I didn’t think to grab a jacket and the freezing air hits me, but I’m too angry and sad to notice.

I walk for a good 20 minutes before I sit on the sidewalk and just cry, it’s raining and I’m in a sweatshirt and shorts. A car horn honks and I look up, the headlights blinding me. The car pulls up infront of me and I see Nate in the passenger seat and Michael in the drivers seat, “shit y/n what’s wrong?” Nate leans out the window.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” I say. “Chris reject you because you’re a pussy?” Michael laughs and Nate smacks him, “what the fuck Mikey? Do you need a ride anywhere?” Nate looks concerned. I shake my head, trying to ignore Michael’s presence. “Thank fuck.” Michael whispers but I still hear him and Nate shoots him a look.

“You can go.” I motion to the road. “It’s dark y/n what if you get hurt.” Nate actually seems worries, “I’ll be fine, I’ll just go home.” I lie. “Okay see you tomorrow then.” Nate smiles and Michael speeds off.

Chris’ POV

I lay back on my bed scrolling through TikTok when I get a text from Nate. “Check up on your little girlfriend, she’s sat on a sidewalk somewhere just fucking crying.” My heart drops to my stomach as I reply. “What? Where is she” I don’t even deny the girlfriend allegations since they’re obviously true now.

His typing bubble appears, “idk dude it was near the opening to Michael’s street.” I leave him on opened as I rush to get my shoes on and I run down the stairs. “Where are you going?” My father asks me as I’m opening the door. “Girl problems?” He adds on. I shrug, “something like that.” Before running out the door closing it behind me.

I run down and out of my street, and to Michael’s street which is 15 minutes away from mine. I look around rapidly and I can’t see her anywhere. The rain is super fucking heavy, I hope she’s okay. I walk a bit further down past Michael’s street to see if I can find her.

My jacket is soaked through but I don’t care, I need to make sure she’s okay. Then I see something, somebody sat on the sidewalk with their head in their hands. That must be her, I cross the road and walk slowly towards her. Rain dripping down her bare legs, she must be freezing. “Hey.” I breath out, she darts her head up to me.

“Chris?” She asks, squinting her eyes because of the downpour, “yeah it’s me, come here.” I lift her to stand and I wrap my arms around her. She cries into my chest and my heart breaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly, placing a kiss on her head. She shakes her head, “I’m too cold.” She whispers, her voice cracking. “I’d give you my jacket but it’s only gonna make you colder.” I chuckle softly, putting my arm around her waist and I walk with her.

She rests her head onto me, “should I walk you home?” Why could she possible be out here crying? “I can’t go home right now.” She cries, her voice wobbling, “okay, we will go to my house.” I smile down to her and she nods lightly.

We walk together in silence, except for the sound of the rain against the sidewalk and a few sobs from y/n every now and then. We turn down my street and I notice the lights are out in my living room which means everyone’s in their rooms. We walk up to my front door and I open it and lock it behind us.

I lead y/n upstairs and into my room, more plain than her room but it’s what I know and like. I walk into the bathroom attached to my room and grab a towel and walk up to her, she’s standing there with her makeup down her eyes and she’s shivering. “Can I take this off you?” I point to her sweatshirt and she shrugs, “ok” she whispers.

She takes her shoes off before I peel the sweatshirt and cami top off of her, it clinging to her wet skin. Leaving her in her bra and shorts, I dry her off slightly before grabbing a hoodie of mine from the closet slipping it over her head and onto her now dry torso, “can I take these off of you also?” My hands on her shorts, she nods and I pull them off of her over her feet and dry her legs and her face, clearing it of all makeup smudges.

I grab matching sweatpants from my closet and she leans on my shoulders to step into them, I pull back my duvet and offer her to lie in my bed, she does and I quickly take off my jacket and shirt to change into a different dry shirt, I feel y/n’s eyes on my shirtless back and I smile to myself.

I finish changing and I hop into the bed next to her, “do you want to talk about it now?” I ask her, not pushing her to tell me but just wondering. She nods softly, “my mom hates me.” She cry’s into my arms, “I’m sure she doesn’t, what happened?”

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead as she takes a deep breath and wipes her tear filled eyes.

A/n: y’all I’m crying wtf😭 ik I wrote this but poor y/n she can’t catch a break fr. Idk how many parts are left of this series but probably no more than 10 so idk. Chris is so sweet aswell like girl❤️

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[fanfictionbymimnim]

Nimona-Ambrosius friendship headcanons

Bal was really worried these two wouldn't get on at first, but he didn't need to worry

After they got over the initial "if you hurt Bal I'll end you stage," they get on really great

Ambrosius actually really loves Nimona's shapeshifting ability, and one of the first things he asks is "Can you turn into a bear? I've always wanted to hug a bear but I can't hug a wild one,"

Ambrosius is a cuddle bug, and loves lying on the sofa squished between Bal and a massive Shark

Ambrosius is also neurodivergent, and meeting Nimona gives him the confidence to stop masking all of the time

Nimona suddenly finds herself a little overwhelmed with how she's a "hero" and everyone loves her and wants to thank her for saving them, so she and Ambrosius commiserate about how people always swarm them in public spaces

Nimona and Ambrosius painting a mural together. Idk why, they just both seem very artistic

Nimona and Ambrosius trying to cook Bal a nice meal, and Bal comes home to find the house in chaos with spaghetti literally hanging from the ceiling

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #nimona ambrosius #i kind of want to write a fic but already have too many wips

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

The First Time

Pairing: JoeKeeryxReader

Request: This was a long request so I will sum it up. Based off new photos of him shopping. You and Joe met in Italy while he was filming Cold Storage. You spent time together but he wound up lacking time because of shooting. He brings you to New York because he wants to spend time with you and you're nervous because you're a virgin. Joe is wonderful, as would be expected, warm and sweet and patient.

I hope I did your request justice. 😊😘

@minty-fox-candyyki

18+ ONLY

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” you say to Joe, looking at the bags you both carry in your hands. He’d insisted on taking you shopping in New York City and he’d gone overboard, buying you everything you even stopped to look at. 

“I know I didn’t, but I love to spoil my baby,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I feel bad. I know I didn’t have a lot of time to spend with you in Italy while I was filming the movie. I just wanted to make it up to you.”

Your cheeks flamed, “You didn’t have to do that, Joe. I know you’re an actor and you’re busy.”

The truth was, you had felt a little abandoned in Italy. You knew he was busy. His filming schedule was insane and at the end of it, he was exhausted. You sometimes went days without seeing him or hearing from him. He barely had time to grab himself something to eat, let alone touch base with you. And you told yourself that was what you’d signed up for when you’d agreed to date him. He was a celebrity. There was always something, a project to film, an interview, a photo shoot. 

You told yourself that but deep down, you’d wondered. You and Joe were fairly new to dating. You’d met him one night when he’d gone out with some friends to a bar in Rome. You’d recognized him immediately. Your friends loved to tease you about your crush on Steve Harrington. Struggling to keep your heart rate in check, you’d turned your back on him, focusing on your drink. Your friends were telling you to go say hi but you couldn’t. He had no idea who you were. There was no way you could just walk up to that man, the man who’d monopolized your fantasies for year.

So, imagine your surprise when you’d heard that voice you’d know anywhere right next to your ear, asking what you were drinking. You’d been overcome, unable to speak, your friend Alessia, answering for you. Joe offered to buy you another and asked if you’d join him at a table. The two of you talked until the bar kicked you out. He’d asked for your phone number but you really didn’t expect him to use it.

You’d thought that was the end of it but then he called you two days later. He took you to lunch and then the two of you became inseparable, bike riding, meeting for gelato, touring the city, you showing him all of the sights that tourists usually missed. Then he’d began filming and the calls became fewer, the dates even more so. You assumed things were ending, a slow death to a fast relationship. But then he’d shocked the hell out of you when he asked you to accompany him to New York City and here you were, unable to say no. What woman in their right mind would turn down this beautiful man?

“I am never too busy for you,” Joe assured. “I mean, I guess I was, but it had nothing to do with you, bunny. I would have seen you every single day if I could have.” He stopped, pointing across the street. “There it is. Giano. I am telling you it is the best spaghetti pomodoro in the city. It’s no Rome, but you’ll be impressed. I promise. Come on.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you across the street and into a brick restaurant with low lighting and a wood paneled ceiling. It was beautiful, very cozy, with a candle set on each small table. This restaurant was clearly meant to be an intimate setting. He checked in with the hostess who gave him an eager grin as she twirled a piece of hair around her fingers. Of course. She looked like she was maybe twenty-two, your age, so she knew exactly who Joe Keery was and was putting on every ounce of charm for him. 

Joe appeared oblivious to her attempts, his hand coming to the small of your back, guiding you, as she led you to a table in the corner of the restaurant. The hostess shot Joe a megawatt smile, letting him know their server would be right with them and he said thanks without ever glancing up at her, his hand finding yours across the table, eyes on you. The girl looked rather miffed as she turned and huffed back to her station. 

This was what had been eating at you lately, slowly taking tiny bites out of you until you thought you would lose your mind. Joe’s previous girlfriend had been long-term serious and drop dead gorgeous. You found yourself scrutinizing every inch of your face and body in the mirror, wondering what he saw in you. The women who threw themselves at him on a daily basis were ridiculously beautiful. Compared to all of them, you felt like a frump in a potato sack half the time. You could not figure out what he was doing with you and wondered if this was just something fun for him, short-term, because it certainly wasn’t for you.

“I highly recommend the pomodoro,” Joe said, breaking through your intrusive thoughts. “I don’t even need to see the menu. It’s what I get every time I come here. Trust me, bunny, it’s…” He paused, bringing his fingers to his mouth and kissing them. “Perfecto!”

You giggled, shaking your head, “You are so ridiculous.”

“You love me and you know it,” he teased but the words caused your stomach to knot, a tense coil winding up until you thought you would double over. 

Joe could have no idea how correct he was. He was just joking but you were already in way too deep, standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the ground, waiting for the inevitable gust of wind to send you hurtling to the rocks. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, keeping your eyes focused on the menu to avoid him seeing through all that you were trying to conceal. 

Your waitress approached and Joe ordered you both a bottle of wine to share. He turned to you, offering you one of his toe curling smirks, but you quickly ducked behind the menu again, wondering why he had to be so damn perfect. It made everything so much harder. 

“Did you decide?” he asked after a long silence.

“Uh…yes. I am just going to go with the pomodoro since you swear it’s perfecto,” you stammered. 

“You won’t regret it,” Joe states, thanking the waitress when she brings the wine and ordering your entrees. He pours you a glass. It’s a bit of a heavy pour and you shoot your hand out.

“Whoa, Joe, that’s a lot of wine.”

“Didn’t you know? I’m trying to get you buzzed so I can get lucky tonight,” he commented with a laugh to let you know he was just joking. “Our first time in a hotel room all by ourselves.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively. “We’ll finally be all alone, just the two of us.”

You choke on the wine you were just drinking, quickly setting your glass down, wiping your mouth with your napkin. You’d arrived at the place you’d been dreading as soon as your plane had landed this morning. Of course Joe expected you to have sex. How could he not? You’d been seeing him for two months and were grown ass adults. Obviously he thought that was the next step. The two of you all alone in a hotel room…you didn’t have to be a mathematician to figure out what he expected. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You had no idea how much you could want someone, crave someone, until Joe had come along. Many nights you’d spent, touching yourself, imagining what it would feel like if it was him. No, the problem wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that you never had and you had no idea how to tell him that. How did you admit that you were a twenty-two year old virgin? The very thought seemed ludicrous. You’d done some other stuff but it hadn’t been as enjoyable as you’d thought it would be. Most guys worried about themselves more than you. You’d given a few blowjobs. A couple guys fingered you, their fingers slamming into you roughly until you pretended to orgasm just to put it to an end. And you’d never had a guy go down there before with his mouth. You weren’t trying to save yourself for marriage by any means but no one had ever felt worth it to be your first time. With the foreplay being so disappointing, you’d just never had a desire to go to the next level. 

With Joe, even kissing burned an inferno of desire within you. The way his full lips devoured yours as if they were the most delicious thing on the planet, pulling your bottom lip gently and sucking. The way he would tease your neck, lips, teeth, and tongue. The way his hands held you, those massive hands molding around your curves, cradling you against him. Yeah, Joe was the first guy that made you want to find out what all the fuss was about, what all your girlfriends had been talking about since you were in high school. 

But Joe, you knew he had to be quite experienced and you feared you would be a disappointment to him. What if you had sex, it was horrible because you were horrible, and Joe was done with you? Your heart couldn’t take it because, whether you meant to or not, you had fallen completely in love with this man over the last couple months. 

“Hey.” Joe’s voice came, soft, concerned, as his hand covered yours on the table. “You okay, baby?”

“Huh?” Your eyes slowly found his, drowning in their tooth achingly sweet caramel depths. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Totally good.”

“You sure about that?” he questioned, one eyebrow raised. “You kind of disappeared on me for a bit there.”

“No, I’m good.”

You were grateful when the waitress showed up with your food. Shoveling pasta in your mouth gave you an excuse to not be so talkative. Joe kept catching your gaze, the little furrow between his eyebrows letting you know he did not believe you. Suddenly, he set his fork down with a clatter and leaned back in his chair, tossing his cloth napkin onto the table. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” he demanded.

Your eyes went wide as you slowly swallowed your mouthful of pasta. You hated to admit it, but Joe had been right. This pomodoro was just as good as any from Italy. Wiping your mouth, you laid your napkin down next to your plate.

“I told you, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

“You’re lying to me,” Joe breathed, elbows on the table, leaning toward you. “Why are you lying to me? You’re usually chatting my ear off. You’ve been weird since you got off the plane. At first I thought it was just because I haven’t had much time lately so I was trying to make it up to you but it’s more than that, isn’t it? What’s going on, bunny? What’s got you so quiet?”

“Nothing,” you insisted, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he shot back. “Come on. You can tell me anything. What’s going on? Did you not want to come to New York?”

Your mouth dropped open at his words and you shook your head vehemently, “No. No. Of course I wanted to come. I wanted to see you. I…I missed you. I…”

“You what?”

“I know we’ve been seeing each other for a couple months,” you began, realizing you were going to have to tell him. If you didn’t, he would not let this go, pestering you all night. And, like it or not, you had to face it eventually because dinner would end and you would wind up back at the hotel. “I know we should be…being intimate. I’m just really nervous about it beca…”

“Oh babe, I would never pressure you into anything,” Joe assured you, his hands taking yours, thumbs running over your knuckles. “If you’re not ready, it’s okay.”

“It’s not that. I do want to, Joe. I really do. I just…well, I mean…I’ve never…” You looked up at him from under your lashes, hoping he would get what you were trying to say because you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. 

“You’ve never?” His head tilted and you saw the moment he realized what you were saying as his eyes widened, jaw dropping, and he sat back in his seat. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I know it’s pathetic. I’m way too old. I mean, I’ve done other stuff…some stuff but sex just never seemed as exciting as everyone said. I’d give him a blowjob. He’d ram his fingers into me for a couple minutes and he’d want to move on to intercourse. I always backed out. I mean, it wasn’t enjoyable. I kept waiting to see what all the fuss was about but it never happened.”

“Okay, one, you’re not pathetic, baby. Never,” Joe insisted, shaking his head. “Two…that’s your experience? You’ve never had a guy really take care of you?”

“I mean, they fingered me…”

“Oh, bunny, it’s so much more than that.” The waitress dropped off the bill and he signed. Standing, he reached for your hand, yanking you against his chest, his lips coming to your ear. “If you’ll let me, I would love to show you what all the fuss is about.” Thick fingers trailed along your spine, shivers racing over your skin. “Let me show you exactly what all those other guys didn’t do. Can I do that?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, “Yeah.”

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Joe closes the hotel room door behind you, flipping the extra lock to ensure you aren’t interrupted. You glance over at the king sized bed, nerves making you jumpy, but you know it could be any more perfect than this for your first time. Joe is the perfect guy and that bed is the absolutely perfect spot. You’d never wanted your first time to be some crazy thing in some crazy destination. You’d always just wanted it to be in a bed, wrapped around someone you loved. That was exactly what this was, even if Joe didn’t know it. 

He turned to you, smiling, slow steps across the room until he was right in front of you. The back of his hand ran slowly along your cheek, turning, fingers trailing over your neck. 

“You are so beautiful,” Joe whispered softly, those hands slipping along the sides of your dress to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. “So damn beautiful.”

And you believed it. As his lips collided with yours, your hand tangling into that beautiful hair, you believed he meant every single word. Joe had this ability to shatter every insecurity you had about yourself, to send every negative thought flying through the air, far away where you can never hear them again.

His tongue floated over the space between your lips and you opened to him, a small moan escaping at the taste of him: basil, red wine, and the after dinner cigarette he’d enjoyed on the walk back. His tongue licked your throat, slid over yours, explored the roof of your mouth, leaving you panting at the thought of what that tongue could do elsewhere.

Joe’s fingers hooked the straps of your dress and he pulled back, eyes finding yours, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, swallowing the clump of heated desire that was lodged in your throat. The pads of his fingers softly teased along your skin as he slid the straps off slowly, releasing the dress so it fell in a puddle at your feet. You stepped out of it, pushing it to the side with your foot. 

“Jesus, bunny, just look at you.” His eyes consumed you, running over every inch of you, and you had never felt more turned on in your entire life just from a look. Holding his hands in front of your breasts, his eyes found yours once again as he asked softly, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, eager to feel those hands on every inch of your body. 

Joe cupped your rubs, thumbs running just under your bra, that simple touch enough to have you shivering and when those thumbs moved up to run over your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra, you gasped at the sensation, heat racing straight through you and to your core, pulsing with need. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, stepping into you, gently pinching the rosy buds between his thumb and forefinger, lips caressing your collarbone. 

“Yes…so good…” you sighed, crying out when he pinched them a little harder. 

“How about this?” Joe asked, his fingers now on the front clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, eyes closing as the feel of the cool air dancing over your bare chest as Joe flung your bra across the room. His head ducked down, mouth at your chest, his eyes asking the question again, ensuring you were okay with everything he was doing. You nodded, unable to find words and then his tongue was teasing your nipple and you saw stars, head falling back, hand tangling in his hair. 

“You like that?” he hummed, making his way to the other one. 

“Mmmhmm…” you mumbled, squeaking when teeth raked over the tender peak.

“I want to taste you, bunny,” Joe breathed, lips blazing a trail between your breasts, up your neck, and back to your lips. His hand cupped your neck, nose brushing over your cheek. “Can I taste you? Can I make you feel good, baby? Can I show you what you’ve been missing?”

“Yes, please, yes,” you pleaded, thinking you’d agree to anything this man asked of you right now. You just needed him to keep touching you. Your hands pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip as you took in the sight of him, bare chested, in front of you. You ran your fingers through the hair along his chest, delighting in the way the courseness felt against the soft pads of your fingertips. 

Joe’s arms came around you, his mouth exploring yours once again as he walked forward, backing you up until you felt the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Keeping his arms around you, he lowered you to the bed and then his lips were everywhere: your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hip, your inner thigh. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, a little smirk on his face as he gripped your panties in his large hands. 

You nodded emphatically, wishing he would stop asking already. Your answer was yes. Yes to anything and everything. You knew he was trying to take it slow. He was being sweet and kind and you appreciated it but fuck, you just wanted to feel everything with him, you wanted to experience everything with him. 

He dragged your panties down your legs and around your ankles, tossing them to the floor. His hands came to your knees, slowly spreading you so you lay open before him. A low groan fell from his lips as he sat back on his heels, soaking the sight of you in. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn perfect,” he purred, nose and lips trailing over your inner thigh. 

Your legs shook in anticipation even though you’d never had this done before because you just knew with Joe, everything would be exceptional. Fingers gripped the sheets, wadding them tightly, when his nose ran through your folds, bumping over your clit. 

“Just relax for me, beautiful. I am going to make you feel so good.”

His tongue darted over your clit and you shrieked, back arching up off the bed. It moved up and down and then left and right, turning you into a writhing mess. Jesus, how had you never done this before? It was fucking incredible. You were panting, trembling, and then Joe slowed down, his tongue rolling in gentle circles around the sensitive little nub. 

“How does it feel?” he asked. “Tell me, bunny, does it feel good?”

“So…good…” you panted, your hips now rocking toward him, completely out of your control, craving more, craving him. “Holy shit, Joe. It’s so good.”

His lips wrapped around your clit and he hummed and you swore you saw heaven. Fucking angels were singing, the pearly gates, fluffy white clouds, everything. His tongue slid along you, slipping inside you, leaving your clit, but his nose kept up the work, running along it. HIs hands gripped your ass, lifting you up to him as he ravaged you. 

Something deep within you tightened, pulled taut, the walls of your pussy contracted. Every muscle in your body was tensing, rigid. You clawed at the sheets, your head darting back and forth, having no control over your body anymore.

“I’m so close, Joe…oh my god…” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head, neck tilting. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, bunny? That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

“Oh…Joe…fuck!” you screamed, stars flashing before your eyes, the cosmos opening up before you, a goddamn supernova exploding from within you. You held your breath, shuddering and then collapsed back onto the bed, gasping. “Oh fuck.” 

Joe pressed kisses along your body, crawling over top of you as he made his way to your lips. “That’s how it should be, baby. A real man would make sure his girl is taken care of. A real man would fucking worship you. So, what did you think?”

“Jesus Christ, Joe…I, I’ve given myself an orgasm hundred of times but it’s never felt like that. That was incredible.”

“Good,” he smiled, lying down next to you, the backs of his fingers running over your skin. 

“Joe?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want…” You bit your lip, nervous to ask, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted this man, every single part of this man. “I want you, Joe. I want you to be my first.”

His head tilted slightly, brow furrowing, “You sure? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for just because I want to. I told you. I don’t mind waiting for you if you need more time.”

“I don’t want more time,” you insisted, shaking your head. “I just…I got in my head that you would think it was weird that I was a virgin and I know you’re very well experienced. All these girls are always throwing themselves at you and I get it. I do. You’re Joe Keery. You’re Steve Harrington. And you’ve dated gorgeous women and I just…didn’t understand why you chose me.”

“Hey.” Joe grabbed your chin, turning your face to his. “You are a gorgeous woman and I don’t think you’re weird. If none of those guys ever took care of you, they didn’t deserve to be the one. Bunny, I am with you because from the moment I saw you in that bar, I was completely mesmerized. I knew I needed to talk to you. I knew you were something special and you are. You’re…perfect.”

You smiled, bringing your hand to his cheek, “So are you, Joe. I…I love you.”

His head pulled back and you held your breath as you waited for him to respond. A slow smile crept over his face and he gathered you in arms, kissing you deep and slow. 

“I love you too. I just didn’t want to say it too fast and scare you away,” he laughed.

“You could never scare me away,” you whispered, your hands moving between your bodies to work at the button on his pants. “I love you and I want to feel everything with you?”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Stop asking me that,” you chuckled, pushing his pants over his hips and he took them the rest of the way down, pushing them off his feet and onto the floor. 

“Hang on a second, baby,” he said, moving to his bag and pulling out a condom. He ripped the foil and slid it over himself. 

You sat up, soaking in the sight of him, fully revealed to you. Holy shit. He was magnificent. He’d told you that you were perfect but this man was perfection. 

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed, enjoying the flush that crept up his neck and over his cheeks. This man who was loved by so many, who had women begging for time with him, fantasizing about him, was still so humble and that only made you love him more. 

“And you are gorgeous,” he replied, crawling back over you. He pressed his forehead to yours. “I’ll go slow, okay? You tell me if anything hurts.”

You nodded, nervous but also filled with anticipation for him to fill you, to be inside you, to connect you in the most intimate way possible. He gripped his cock in his hand, slipping it through your wetness teasingly, rubbing the tip of himself over your clit. Your hand gripped his back, holding him against you, sighing softly. 

“Are you ready?” Joe whispered. 

“Yes.”

Ever so slowly, he slid into you, inch by inch, taking his time until he bottomed out, his pelvis pressing against yours. You gasped at the sensation, stinging a bit more than you’d expected. You’d heard that being fingered made sex hurt less but then none of the guy’s fingers that had been inside you had been as thick as Joe’s cock.

“You okay?” he asked in concern, hand cupping your cheek. 

You nodded because you were. Just as fast as the stinging had begun, it stopped, your body consumed with the pleasure of Joe stretching you, filling you, making you his. 

“I’m gonna start moving a bit, okay?”

“Yeah…yeah…okay…”

Then his hips rocked, barely perceptible but the sensation was enough to make you groan, nails clawing at the flesh of his back. Encouraged by your reaction, he pulled out a little more and then slowly pressed into you again. 

“Does that feel good, bunny?” he asked.

“Yes…fuck…it’s so good…” you choked out, legs coming up around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back. 

Joe’s hips rocked faster as he ran a hand along your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you into him. His cock hit somewhere new, creating a molten heat to spread over you like you’d never experienced. You gasped, eyes wide. Fuck, what the hell was that? He did it again and you screamed out his name, clutching at him for dear life. 

“You feel so goddamn good, baby,” Joe growled. 

Joe buried his face into your neck as he rutted within you, each press of him like lightning shocking you to your core. You’d already cum but you could feel another building already. Your nails raked down his back as your back arched and you gripped him tightly, your pleasure consuming you once again. 

“Oh fuck…that’s my girl…the way you’re gripping me…I’m so close,” he grunted, pounding into you again and again, all thoughts of being gentle lost at the feel of your walls pulsing around his length. The sound of your bodies colliding rang through the room until he roared his release, arms crushing you against him as he thrust into you one more time. Slowly, he slid from within you, his body collapsing on yours, head against your chest. “Holy shit, bunny. That was…Christ.” Lifting his head, he looked up at you, those caramel eyes full of worry. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“No,” you chuckled, taking his face in your hands. “No. I’m more than okay. I am perfect. I don’t think I can walk right now but I’m perfect.”

“Mmm, you sure are,” Joe mused, kissing your nose. “Let me take care of this and then we can just lay in this bed and watch a movie, naked.”

You smiled lazily, “That sounds perfect.”

#joe keery fanfiction #joe keery x reader #joe keery smut #joe keery fic #joe keery #smut requests #fluff #smut #fluff and smut #joe keery x you

[scary-lasagna]

Ok so slender gets a girlfriend and keeps it a secret for a while. Then one day he comes home with his baby and asks the proxies to babysit for a day. How do they react?

tldr: slenderbabies are weird

Slender

He would never ask them to baby sit a child when they can't even look after themselves for a day.

Toby has an unbeaten record of hurting himself at least one a day for the past three years. Jack has been keeping tab.

He will, however, allow them the grace of witnessing his first born child stuck to his face.

Slenderbabies are uber strong, and there's no way to get the child off of him.

But if there will be anyone to figures it out, it'll be the proxies.

"Tickling is a no-go." Brian announces.

So there sat Slender, perched at his desk and sweating buckets while gazing at the clock. He would surely be late at this rate. And as much as he loved his little mouse, he need them o f f.

"What about the keys? Anything?" Masky questioned.

"Negative." Kate answered.

"Oh my god guys, it's a kid, just pick it up." Clock stepped forward and put her hands around the baby's little pudgy tummy and attempted to pull them off of Slender.

It didn't work. Just like the 6 other times they've all tried.

Slender sat in silence, the only thing announcing his disgruntle was a quick sigh.

"Cocomelon! Kids love Cocomelon!" Toby was already pulling out his phone.

"Do not! Cocomelon makes them violent, I don't know why do not ask me." Slender spoke up.

Toby slowly puts his phone away.

"Any chance you can just show up at the meeting like this?" Masky asks.

"I cannot see."

"But you don't have eyes anyway..." Kate whispered, thoroughly confused.

The statement was ignored, and Offender walked in with Sally, considering Splendor was gone on a business trip. "Nice glasses."

"Shut your mouth." Offender only snorted at his brothers remark before lifting Sally up on his desk.

"Beat fire with fire."

Sally only giggled at the baby, greeting with a rub on the back. "How are you?" She smiled. She was met with only babbles.

"Would you like to come play with me? I have tea sets, toys, and Mrs. Rachel, and plushies, and we can watch a movie together."

While Sally was talking, she manages to wrap her arms around the baby, tugging a little, but to no avail.

"I HAVE THE BEST IDEA!" Toby suddenly yelled, startling nearly everyone in the room. most importantly the baby.

It started wailing and Sally tried to soothe it.

Slender debated if he started to cry, if it would help the situation.

Toby returned soon enough with a small shiny ball, one of Sally's.

"You gave me an idea Sally. Maybe it doesn't want Slender, just his head."

Slender slowly looked toward Toby, hoping he could feel his seething anger.

"I'm serious!!" Toby exclaimed, and stood to the side of Slender, present the ball within the baby's sight.

The wailing turned into confused sniffles, and then unlatched one clawed hand, reaching toward the ball.

"Bro, I'm gonna be the best fuckin dad, I swear." Toby grins, before quickly slapping a hand over his mouth, realizing he cursed not only in front of one child, but two.

Sally giggled, but also helped the child, maneuver from Slender's face to the ball.

Slender took a sigh of relief. A moments peace before he realized he was desperately late, and shot out of his seat.

"I need to go. Just don't let them watch Cocomelon." He called over his shoulder, and headed toward the door.

Toby was still holding the baby latching onto the ball as Slender left the manor.

"What do we do now?"

___

Slender returned home after a soul-crushing meeting to meet almost the entire manor piled sleeping around the couch.

His baby was still clinging to a now deflated ball. Upon gazing at this sight, toys, baby food, adult food, and children's books were scattered amongst the creeps. Spaghetti somehow got on the ceiling.

Little stinker wasn't even a year old and they've already accepted them as their own, sacrificing their own sanity to calm the baby down as it wailed when the ball popped.

Who knows how long it took for everyone to fall asleep. Slender settling himself down by Masky, who was barely keeping his eyes open. His head eventually drooped onto Slender's shoulder, who was reading a picture book out of curiosity.

Maybe he will let them babysit more often.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #ticci toby #proxies #familial

[oppaspearl]

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Non!IdolReader Words: 1,253 Notes:

Anyeong! this is my first shots of Mingyu, I wrote it last year when I'm feeling so tired. By reading this, I hope you can heal fast and find your warmness again! Warning that English is not my mother language, so bear with some mistaken grammar. Any constructivism critics will be helpful hehe! See you at the next shot! - with love, oppaspearl. ---

The steam was fulfilling your bathroom ceiling as you wipe the moisturizer on your cheek. It was a long day for you. Some meetings did require your attention and concentration, then some papers works also made you concentrate to read all the agreements before you sign them. Not to mention some brainstorming about upcoming events that required your creativity. Indeed, being a creative director in a creative agency had a lot to do.

So by that, when you arrived at your apartment, you straight off to your bathroom. Your muscles and brain are screaming for a hot and relaxing shower. After all, tomorrow is the weekend, and you don’t have any schedule besides being at home and taking a rest. Well, you do have a schedule that is enjoying your boyfriend's cuddles.

Speak of the devil, your boyfriend who was no other than Kim Mingyu, told you that he will be home late than usual when he called you previous that day. Dating an idol, make you realize that they spent almost their comeback preparation not only practicing, and recording, but also some meetings that take hours. It was the fourth time in a week, as you count, Mingyu told you that he will back later than usual which was usually already at home around six or seven in the evening when his schedule was not too tight.

As you step out of the bathroom wearing your bathrobe and towel on your wet hair, you glance at the digital clock hanging on the wall near the bed. It’s already half past nine, so you decide to cook an easy dinner for yourself and your boyfriend. Changing into one of your boyfriend's shirts and bike shorts, you then make your way to the kitchen.

Tonight you decided to cook spaghetti alle vongole, the clams pasta that you usually make when you are lazy to cook. Combining with Mingyu’s favorite wine, you believe that dish is the best to close both your and Mingyu long day. Putting the slow jazz music to the speakers on the storage below the television in the living room, you then begin to chop some garlic and peppers.

You were really into the music since you didn’t hear any sounds of the main door the time you cooked the pasta and the clams on your pan, you feel a pair of arms wrap securely around your waist. The smell of cooked clams was beaten by the strong cologne smell that you know so well. Smiling to yourself as you stir the pasta, you feel a familiar head on your shoulder blades.

“Hi, sweetcheeks.” you greet him. “You said you will be back late tonight, baby.”

Mingyu nods and sighs. “I told hyung-nim that my back hurt from dancing too much since yesterday, so we finished early.”

“Did you already shower, my love?” you ask softly to him as you notice that his hair was damp.

“I did, baby,” Mingyu tells you and he sniffles your bare shoulder blades that his shirt didn't cover up.

His action makes you start to wiggle since it was ticklish for you. Instead of stopping, Mingyu tightens his arms around you and lets out husky chuckles.

“Stop it will you? I tried to cook us dinner here, sweet boy,” you warn him but he keeps sniffling your smell.

Mingyu sighs in relief. “How can I stop when you smell too good to resist.”

“Well, it was your shirt, dummy.” You chuckle. “So, it makes me smell like you.”

“I know that,” he points out. “But your soap make me sleepy.”

“Oh, so I’m your pillow now?”

“I’m always your pillow, baby,” Mingyu tells.

“Fair point,”

Your hand turns off the stove, and you turn your body then give him a kiss on his lips. The softness of his lips was always your endgame whenever you are tired or even having a long day. It is similar with safe and warm whenever you feel it. You can’t lie that you are not addicted to his kisses and cuddle.

As the kiss grows intense, you pull away from him and make Mingyu pouts at you, “Don’t you want to kiss me, baby?

“I want to,” you admit. “But we need to eat, okay? How about you take your favorite wine?”

“Red or white, missy?”

“Up to you, love.”

Mingyu nods and leaves a peck on your lip, then says, “Okay then, sweetheart.”

Mingyu releases his hugs around you and does what you said. While he takes the wine, you begin to prepare the pasta on the plate before turning to the dining table that was not too far from you. You set both of your plate and glass above the marble dining table that was behind the couch. As you gonna sit, you realize that you didn’t take any utensils yet, so you go back to the counter to take them.

By the time you already got the utensil, you turn to the dining table, finding that Mingyu pull two of the seat together. It makes him sit not only in his chair but on the chair that is supposed to be yours. You grin ear to ear before looking at him with a smirk as Mingyu also smirks at you.

With smirking, Mingyu looks at you with a sneaky expression. Like it told you that there was no seat left except his lap. But then you don’t know if Mingyu was too tired or too clingy until he didn’t notice that there were also chairs in front of him. Smirking you pull your plate and your glass to that position until it makes you and him face each other.

Groaning and throwing his head back, Mingyu then whining, “Yah! Why don’t you sit on my lap?”

“You know if I sit on your lap, I cannot eat in peace, right?” smiling, you pour the wine that he got into both of your glasses. “You just gonna sniffling around my shoulder and it tickles.”

“Which means, I love your scents, baby.” Mingyu pouts. “You know it’s such a shame if you don't sit on my lap because I thought you you gonna feed me and enjoy my cuddle.”

Your jaw dropped at Mingyu’s words. After two years of dating, you are always surprised and shocked by the way Mingyu flirts with you and also his clinginess to you. Well everyone knows that Mingyu is the golden retriever of Seventeen but not everyone knows that Mingyu will be extra clingy and drop his cool boy image when it comes to you.

“Fine,” you sigh and walk to him. “You lucky that I love you, you know that?”

Mingyu grins ear to ear and wraps his arms around your waist as you sit on his lap. “I love you too--so much, baby.”

“Say Aaah.....”

You hold the spoon and move directly to his mouth, which Mingyu opens to welcome the food. You pull away the fork from his mouth as Mingyu took a bite of it. Mingyu then chew the food happily wiggling his head like a happy kid. Looking at it, you just chuckle and shake your head.

Yeah, he is something else.

“You big baby,”

“I am your baby, tho,” Mingyu says in between chewing. But when Mingyu notice that you narrow your eyes at him, he stops chewing and looks at you with his puppy eyes. “Right?”

“Right, right.”

You nod and offer him another bite which he accepts happily.

It is indeed how your long days should end; in Mingyu warmness.

#mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu oneshot #mingyu scenarios #svt x reader #kim mingyu #mingyu x you

[fanatic-writers]

Arms Tonite

A/n: Little Frank Castle drabble, one-shot, whatever you wanna call it cause I got this thought stuck in my head and couldn't get it out. Kinda fluffy, kinda angsty, I promise there's a happy ending.

Pairing: Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: Angsty angst angst, violence, guns, death, unedited

Word count: 1762

The rays of the sun flashed in your eyes, a familiar silhouette showing through. You didn’t know how you’d done it but you’d managed to convince Frank to have a picturesque almost Pinterest-level date. You were leaning back on a red checkered cloth. The picnic basket was empty with the food you two had shared over lunch. Your sundress rested just above your knees as you lazily looked over at your boyfriend. His eyes drifted to your thighs. “See something you like Castle?” You teased, his eyes slowly dragging up to your face. You never thought you’d get moments like this when you’d first met him. You knew his reputation, you knew his story. The two of you had been friends for what felt like ages before you’d managed to get up the nerve to ask him on a date.

“I-it doesn’t really have to be a date.” You’d stammered out after you’d asked him to dinner. Frank’s face was damn near unreadable as you looked at him until a small smile crept onto his features. “You wouldn’t be so nervous if you didn’t want it to be a date.” He teased you.

The clouds darkened out of nowhere, rain opening up as you and Frank scrambled to put everything back where it belonged. There wasn’t rain in the forecast for the day so neither of you had thought to bring an umbrella. Instead, Frank took off his jacket and held it over your head as the two of you ran for some sort of shelter from the downpour. A sense of déjà vu filled you as you both huddled under the awning of a nearby shop. You clung to his warmth, not really sure what the both of you were waiting for. The sky had gone even darker than it should have, the rain slowing to a stop as the clouds separated and revealed twinkling stars. You looked up confused before you heard Frank’s voice from the doorway. “You gonna come in or just stand out there staring at the ceiling?” He asked and you realized you were in front of his apartment door. You nodded, a bit confused before you walked into the candle-lit living room. “Happy Anniversary sweetheart.” Your brows furrowed once more, you’re anniversary wasn’t for another couple of months. You weren’t great with dates but you knew you hadn’t missed it considering you’d put it in your damn calendar. Then you realized how familiar it all looked, the candles set on the table, the white whine bottle waiting to be opened. “I know red goes better with spaghetti but-“ “But I don’t like reds” You finished for him, remembering your first anniversary like it was yesterday and not almost three years ago. Something was wrong, something was really wrong.

---

Frank had heard the gunshot before he could get to you. You’d called him, nervous that someone had been trailing you a couple of minutes ago. You were just a couple of blocks from his apartment and he had been jogging to meet you. He heard your scream and began to run and the moment he heard the gun go off he broke into an all-out sprint. Skidding to a stop in front of the darkened alley way he wasted no time putting a full clip into your assailant. Of all the times you’d accompanied him, put yourself into his battles, he never thought he’d lose you to some petty criminal trying to get whatever cash you had in your wallet.

He called out your name, dropping to his knees beside your body. You didn’t respond. Your body was still warm, and he could see the slight rise and fall of your chest but he wasn’t sure just how long that would last. He pulled you into his arms, finding your pulse before lifting your body up. “Stay with me sweetheart,” He murmured as he carried you to his van. You wouldn’t survive this if he didn’t get you to the hospital and quick. You’d both had your fair share of gunshot wounds but nothing you couldn’t walk away from before. Nothing he couldn’t patch up himself. He gently laid you down in the back before pulling out of the lot to his apartment, racing down the highway like a bat out of hell.

---

You sat yourself down at the table and the scenery around you changed again. You were at the café across the street from the hospital you’d worked at. Combat medicine had only lasted so long when you realized you didn’t have a taste for war. It had led you to a nice scholarship for med school though. You’d worked in Hells Kitchen once you’d gotten out. “Hard day?” Frank’s voice pulled you from your thoughts “I think I’m dying.” You murmured, more to yourself than him, or whatever your brain had conjured up as him “Glad to hear it.” You supposed your memories weren’t exactly programmed to change their dialogue to different responses than what they remembered. You took a deep breath and looked around you, trying to remember exactly when you’d been put this time. You’d always hear the whole life flashing before your eyes thing, but you never believed it. What you believed was that you could stop it, that you had to stop it. You couldn’t die yet. You weren’t ready and you sure as hell weren’t going to leave Frank behind to deal with losing another loved one. You looked across the street and tried to come up with something, anything. Maybe you could get out if you just picked the right door. “You wanted to talk about something?” Your memory of Frank seemed to be speaking on autopilot as you stood up from your seat at the booth and began to look around. You began to notice little gaps in things your brain couldn’t place, maybe that was how you got out. “Didn’t think you’d ever want to speak to me again after everything.” “I like to keep up with my patients.” You responded out of habit almost before realizing you were sitting across from him, getting sucked back into the memory once more.

You stood up once more, this time racing for the doorway to the cafe, determined to leave whatever loop your mind had put you in. As soon as you walked through the threshold you were met with the chaos of your workplace. Nurses bounded down the hall past you as a man was wheeled down the hallway on a stretcher. You hadn’t realized you were moving with them until a nearby nurse began to throw words at you. You couldn’t hear her, instead focused on Frank’s face and the handcuffs that kept him locked to his spot. Everything went quiet for a moment, a smile on your face and you realized the fluorescent lights in the hallway seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. Your body seemed to relax despite the panic that surrounded you as if telling you it was ok, that you could let go now. You just had to give in to the feeling of nothingness, to let yourself ignore whatever pain was beginning to sear in your stomach and building in your chest. You almost gave in, almost, but then your vision focused back on Frank’s face. The peace that came with the man being unconscious, the small details you’d recognized the first time you’d met him fitting into their places. No. It wasn’t ok, not if you weren’t with him.

You blinked your eyes hard, squeezing them shut and willing yourself to push through whatever the hell was going on with you. When you opened them back up you were sitting opposite Frank, still in the hospital. You got up from your spot and moved beside his bed. You were the main doctor in charge of his care when he’d come in. You’d meet Nelson, Murdock, and co not long after this since they’d barge in on you while you were treating him the next day. You ran through the motions of checking over his vitals, even though the scene before you was a memory you were still worried something would be wrong with him. You looked to the clock, he’d be waking up in a couple of minutes. You remembered the feeling of distaste for the officers that sat outside his waiting room, waiting for any little issue to arise so they could tack it onto his sentence, or better yet, for them, have an excuse to shoot him. It was your job to protect your patients, to protect people like Frank who had no one else on their side. You remembered thinking that even if he was an awful person it was your job to keep him alive long enough for whoever he hurt to get the justice they deserved. You slipped your hand in Frank’s giving it a gentle squeeze as the beeping of the monitor began to grow louder in your ears. “Somebody needs to shut that damn thing off.” You grumbled, feeling his hand tighten around yours. “Y/n?” The still-unconscious Frank asked and you froze. That was new. “C’mon baby pull through for me.”

Your eyes blinked open, once again met with a bright light and you almost panicked that you’d come so close just to lose your fight right at the end. You turned your head to the side, eyes still adjusting to the light. “Frank?” You’re voice was soft and as you adjusted the way you were laying you were made acutely aware of the pain in your abdomen. A wide smile pulled at Frank's lips and he helped you to settle a bit “Take it easy hun.” He mumbled as he looked you over. You took the time to examine his face, noticing the redness of his eyes and the way they had swollen ever so slightly. “Were you crying?” You asked. Your tone almost sounded like you were teasing him, not understanding exactly how severe things had gotten. Frank let out a huff, leaning onto your bed, his hand never leaving yours. “Your heart stopped baby.” His voice was almost a whisper, like if he spoke too loudly it would happen again. “I thought I lost you.” “Well, you didn’t.” You didn’t really know what else to say, the visions you’d seen in your time between life and death already beginning to fade from your memory. All you really remembered was fighting it. “I wouldn’t let them take me from you. Not now, not ever.”  

#frank castle x reader #frank castle/reader #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #hurt comfort #frank castle #frank castle fanfic #frank castle reader insert #punisher x reader #punisher/reader #the punisher #the punisher fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu reader insert

[queer-devil]

Updated Danganronpa Headcanons

Made a post with these a while ago but I reorganized them and added more, so I figured I’d just repost them

Under the cut because there’s a lot

General Headcanons:

1. Maki has several bird feeders, squirrel feeders, and just other foods left outside for animals. She refills these everyday

2. Himiko has dwarfism

3. Tenko loves wearing pride stuff, like shirts and bows and bracelets and stuff

4. Angie was born on Rota (one of the Northern Mariana Islands), specifically in Songsong (the second largest village on Rota).

5. Miu bleached her hair

6. Miu loves watching cartoons

7. When Miu was a kid she was super hyperactive

8. Miu used to get so many little injuries and she never knew where they came from, she was always covered in bruises and bandaids

9. Miu used slurs because she didn’t know the meaning behind them, she assumed it was just another name for a group of people (she got corrected and is now working on it)

10. When Miu was younger she always wrote her name “Mew” because she liked Pokémon and loved the fact she sorta shared a name with one

11. When Kiyo thinks that someone “would be a good friend for sister”, he really means that he likes them and he thinks they would get along if he didn’t feel like he was cheating on his sister

12. Kiyo’s sister was more traditional, Kiyo almost always had traditional Japanese meals that she home made and was taught to dress conservatively, which was only enabled by his cooler body temperature bc illness

13. Kiyo really likes spaghetti but he is also a big fan of dry cheerios

14. Angie wishes her name was Angelica

15. Ryoma has the “Hang In There” poster

16. Kiyo wears anything as long as he’s covered, gender roles don’t phase him, only gendered terms (tis an unfortunate existence)

17. Kokichi knows morse code

18. Kaito and Shuichi have a “secret” handshake (it’s pretty simple and Kaito wants to use it everywhere), Maki refuses to join in on it

19. Hiro got the scar on his back from playing with raccoons when he was younger, he got along with most of them but sometimes they would attack him and he would cry because his friends hurt him

20. Hiro is Blasian, mom is from Japan and dad is African American

21. Tenko and Kiyo drive each other to therapy

22. Kiyo, Mikan, Toko, Mukuro, and Nagito all went to an inpatient together and had group therapy, they’re like a weird little family now

23. In this therapy family, Kiyo and Mukuro act most like siblings towards each other, Nagito is a very protective big brother, Mikan constantly fawns over the rest of them, and Toko likes to pretend they don’t exist because “they embarrass her”

24. Kyoko has a “Quote of the Day” book

25. Miu’s gaydar is absolute dogshit, she thought Rantaro was a straight man for a while

26. Maki loves accessories, but she is very embarrassed about it so she tries not to draw to much attention to it

27. She likes hair pins, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, rings, broaches, fancy hairties, scrunchies, fancy shoelaces, anklets, all that stuff

28. Most of her stuff is simple and silver, but she’s definitely gotten presents from the more observant people like Kaede, Kirumi, Rantaro, Ryoma, and even a ring from Kokichi (it’s a thin black and white striped band, but it was a peace offering from him so she wears it quite a bit)

29. Miu is scared of needles

30. Kiyo and Angie are best friends, it used to be just because Kiyo was fascinated by Angie but they ended up getting along very well

31. Chihiro knows tons of memes and is very into meme culture

32. Mondo used to go to plays and musicals with Daiya (they snuck in) and he is a very good actor because of post performance meetings

33. Mahiru loves taking photos of her friends

34. Izuru loves blankets and soft things

35. Kaito is scared of the dark and he has a bunch of glow in the dark stars and moons on his ceiling, he also has a bunch of stuffies (a lot of which have astronauts suits or other space things)

36. Ibuki has several younger siblings

37. Kokichi is an orphan and was at the same orphanage as Maki, they just never interacted much

38. Kokichi and Miu are friends, they just don’t seem like it to most people

39. No one from V3 kills bugs, they get Gonta to gently remove them from the premise (and sometimes he keeps them in his room)

40. Hiro has the self-assigned role of dad in their his friend group, he does cringey things like leaves messages in their lunch and talks as if he was like 20 years older than he is

41. Mikan’s stutter is from nervousness, but Toko’s is a real stutter

42. Fuyu is lactose intolerant which is why he hates milk, Peko never has anything with lactose in it because Fuyu can’t

43. This is actually why Peko got sick in chapter 1, she didn’t realize the food she ate had cheese in it and she was so not used to it so it made her stomach upset

44. Gundham isn’t vegan, but he is a vegetarian who pays very close attention to where he gets his food from. This is because he knows that many animals that have become live stock can suffer more if not used the way humans have bred them to. Also he knows that humans are omnivores and the circle of life just works like that.

45. Kyoko paints in her free time

46. Hifumi was bullied in school because of his looks which is why he got so into fandoms and fiction

47. Makoto and Komaru are impulsive huggers, Toko has been the most affected by this

48. Mahiru has a pet bird, maybe a duck or a chicken

49. Mahiru definitely goes to Gundham’s house with her bird

50. Kyoko is the rep for class 78, Chiaki is the rep for class 77, and Kirumi is the rep for class 80; much to Kyoko and Kirumi's displeasure, everyone just calls them the class mom

51. Yasuhiro is a vegan

52. Mukuro and the chicken are best friends

53. After Mikan gets a lot of therapy, she learns that her bullies actually caused her many permanent issues, such as slight deafness in her left ear, visual impairments, chronic back pain, and thousands of scars that didn’t get healed correctly (some of which were infected)

54. Celeste has a whip collection

55. Kokichi is a sugar addict

56. Hiyoko has like 6 cats, Mikan is heavily allergic to cats, Hiyoko loves when Mikan comes over because of this. Mahiru, not so much

57. Rantaro took in Shuichi as his little brother

58. Ahoges are meant to express emotions

59. During the tragedy Izuru saw the ROD as his children and took care of them (kinda-)

60. Kokichi’s whole personality was a lie in V3 and I’ll give my specifics for his real one. He’s caring to his friends and he’s very protective over his “family” (D.I.C.E.) he is very manipulative but he normally doesn’t use it for truly bad things, normally just pranks. He has trouble differentiating between reality and fantasy so he tends to be apathetic towards death. He’s super touch starved like he clings to people constantly. Also he lies less.

61. Kokichi got Kaito a fake plant as a prank once but he saw how happy Kaito was so he didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, Kaito didn’t find out until Maki said something about it

62. Angie makes sculptures of her friends to bless them and to keep her company when she’s lonely

63. The WOH were informally adopted by Toko, Komaru, and Genocider

64. Yasuhiro has a candle collection

65. Izuru likes flowers, Kotoko would make him flower crown’s

66. Makoto has a bracelet with a 4 leaf clover in it that he wears for assessments and meetings for good luck

67. Hiro forces the THH survivors gang to do his daily prayers with him

68. Sonia and Gundham visit King and Queen Nevermind monthly and King Nevermind loves the Dark Devas of Destruction

69. Kaito is a feminist

70. Chihiro and Chiaki are siblings

71. Sometimes Chihiro helps Chiaki program mods for the video games she likes and it’s a fun sibling bonding experience

72. Tenko has done some serious work to get over her misandrist beliefs

73. Gundham, Sonia, Ryoma, and Peko all help at and make constant donations to many animal shelters

74. Classes 77 and 78 all went to Kotoko’s first performance after she felt comfortable enough to try out, this made her feel much less anxious

75. Same thing with all of the WOH, Jataro’s first diorama showcase and Masaru’s first game

76. Nagisa and Monaca don't really have any events they go to

77. Celeste has a music box that she uses to calm down

78. Ibuki and Ultimp are often questioned about whether they are dating or not and have to constantly say no

79. Sometimes class 77 holds big uno tournaments and Nagito or Chiaki always win and Fuyuhiko always flips the table

80. This actually reminds quite a few people that despite the fact Fuyu is small and looks cute he is extremely strong

81. Ibuki has heterochromia, her right eye is the pink we see in the game and her left eye is the blue of her hair streaks

82. Tsumugi will often copy sprite poses from the DR1 characters without realizing it

83. Souda and Miu and siblings, we know that their father wasn’t great but (I think) their mother wasn’t mentioned, so I’m using her as the explanation for all their sexual and romantic…creepiness?

84. Kiyo has the same disease as his sister but just a less intense form, he has a bad immune system and is very unfit

85. Mahiru takes lots of photos of Hiyoko dancing

86. Shuichi is sometimes a mannequin for Tsumugi (most often against his will)

87. Izuru would often stay with Nagito and the WOH

88. Rantaro goes to all of Kiyo and Angie’s meetings/outings/rituals to make sure it doesn’t get too out of hand

89. DR1 was Tsumugi’s favorite season without question

90. Genocider uses her hands a lot when talking, she also likes to play (literally) with her hair when she’s bored

91. Hiyoko loves playing ddr

92. Mahiru loves watermelons

93. Chihiro smells likes oranges because of a perfume he has been using for year’s

94. In the tragedy world, Class 77 all does something special for Chiaki as a memorial

95. Sonia loves strawberry milk

96. Mikan’s favorite animal is a bunny

97. Hifumi used to have a body shape more akin to Princess Piggles, but after years of using food as a coping mechanism and also it being a cheap way to sustain himself, he gained extra weight

98. Hifumi was very happy to see a strong character with his body type when he was younger, which is why he loves Princess Piggles so much (idk if this is canon or not but I figured I’d say it here just in case)

99. Sonia and Ibuki like to mess around with different clothing aesthetics

100. Rantaro brings Kiyo on trips and vice versa and they use it as an escape from the stress of life

101. Kiyo loves all of Rantaro’s sisters in a familial way and they really helped him gain a positive female influence

102. After Kiyo got out of the inpatient he used things he learned to help Rantaro with his depression since Rantaro doesn’t wanna go to therapy

103. Rantaro often helps Kiyo with feeling masculine

104. Komaru got glowing jewelry for her and Toko on their first date so then Toko can be less scared of the dark, Toko hates the jewelry but wears it because she loves Komaru (she tells her it’s just because of the dark tho)

105. Rantaro listens to Kiyo info dump for hours and pays very close attention, sometimes they'll even add some info that they've learned

106. Rantaro got Kiyo into the mental hospital and checked on him daily until he was let out

107. Shuichi finds mysteries kind of boring but likes romances, he’s very embarrassed about this but Kokichi teases him relentlessly

108. Maki got Shuichi and Kaito necklaces with a sun (for Kaito) and a moon (for Shuichi) for their anniversary

109. Kokichi is hardly ever not on Gonta, piggyback rides, sitting on his shoulder, swinging from his arm (he's worried Kokichi will fall off), etc.

110. Ryota and Imposter help each other with their eating disorders

111. Chiaki and Mikan take scheduled naps together

112. Tenko once threw like 20 people when she lost Himiko in a crowd

Nuerodivergent Headcanons:

1. Ibuki has ADHD, she needs stimulation mostly with her mouth, fingers, and hearing

2. Kiyo has autism

3. Genocider developed as a defensive alter, she loves Toko (in her own weird way) and pretends to hate her so Toko doesn’t get embarrassed or bullied

4. When Mikan gets depressive she braids her hair

5. Kokichi stims with arm flaps and jumping

6. Ibuki stims with hand flaps, spins, and tapping her arm/leg like she’s playing a keyboard

7. Kaito stims by hitting his fists or wrists together

8. When Akane gets bored in class she draws food on her body with a sharpie, this causes her to get scars and ink poisoning so Mikan sees her a lot

9. Miu has ADHD, hence her grotesque language (impulsivity) and her sensitivity to insults (RSD)

10. Kiyo fidgets with his necklace, which is why it’s there in the first place

11. Izuru gets overstimulated easily

12. Aoi stims by balling up her fists and twisting her wrists

13. Nagito stims with rocking

14. Nagito likes when people play with his hair or give him head pats

15. Akane has ADHD

16. Nagito has dermatillomania

17. Although Kaz is neurotypical, he only ever really spent time with Miu so he tends to miss some common social cues

18. Kiyo has one strand of curly hair bc he twirls it to stim when he’s focusing

19. Junko has DID, it was mostly repressed for all her life but during the tragedy she kinda let it out, however they’re all still developing and she’s still semi-convinced it’s because she gets bored of her personality

20. Taka has autism

21. Gundham has autism

22. Chiaki has narcolepsy

23. Along with everything else, Nagito has ASPD (anti-social personality disorder)

24. Kaito has ADHD

25. Shuichi has clinical anxiety

26. Kokichi has clinical depression

27. Tenko has (undiagnosed (“let us just send her to hit things, surely that will fix it)) ADHD

28. Rantaro has depression that was developed while trying to search for his sisters

29. Munakata has narcissistic personality disorder

30. Natsumi has ADHD that she’s been masking to try and be a better kid for her parents and brother (she doesn’t know that her brother doesn’t care)

31. She also has an inferiority complex, who would've thunk

32. Ryoma has depression, and he gets like 5 therapy cats, their named Chloe, Naru, Venus, Gangly, and Jo

33. Tsumugi has frequent identity crises

34. Gonta was diagnosed with autism at first but it was eventually shown that he simply didn’t know because he didn’t grow up with humans

35. Gonta does however have insomnia and when he wakes up from sleeping he will go play in the garden

36. Ultimp has binge eating disorder

Sexuality and Gender Headcanons:

1. Shuchi is trans ftm, he has a very big bust so he wears two binders (Maki found out and he got a lecture from Kirumi about safety), he’s on T but his ahoge is still slim; he’s bisexual with a preference for men

2. Hajime is trans ftm, in the world with the trajedy he got top surgery (without knowing) from Izuru, in the world where normal things happen he still gets top sugary but in a normal way, he takes T; he is pansexual

3. After Kiyo got over his sister and had some self discovery he realized that he was a raging homosexual; he uses strictly he/him pronouns

4. Izuru and Kiibo are enby buddies (they both use they/him pronouns)

5. Angie is aroace (“The only one I love is Atua!”)

6. Makoto is trans ftm with no surgery or a binder, but he takes T; Makoto is demisexual, he is panromantic but is only sexually attracted to the female genitalia, not the male genitalia

7. Byakuya is grayaroace and is gay; he had a time where he thought he was trans but he found he wasn’t, he used she/her and went by Polaris

8. Aoi is a lesbian

9. Toko is sexually attracted to both men and women but is only romantically attracted to women

10. Kyoko is a demigirl with she/her pronouns; she’s bisexual leaning towards men

11. Kazuichi is gay with internalized homophobia

12. Chihiro is asexual, biromantic with a preference for girls; he’s genderfluid but prefers he/him and masculine compliments, he still cross dresses though and this doesn’t make him uncomfortable

13. Taka is demisexual and gay

14. Akane is an ace bisexual with a preference for men, she’s also sex repulsed but represses it because she’s Akane

15. Celeste (the persona) is a lesbian, however Taeko is an ace bisexual

16. Fuyuhiko is a demiaroace pan, but he still thinks he’s straight

17. Gonta is panromantic and is asexual

18. Gundham is a pan demiboy who uses he/him/they/them/xe/xes/dark/darks; all of their dark devas use god/gods pronouns (also they/them if someone doesn't want to use neopronouns)

19. Hifumi is asexual and omniromantic with a preference for women

20. Hiyoko is a demiaroace lesbian

21. Himiko is a demisexual lesbian

22. Ibuki is Pansexual, asexual, and a demigirl who uses she/her/boing/boings/it/its

23. Kiibo is genderfluid and pansexual, at first he thinks he’s asexual but that’s just from lack of programming and when Miu gives him the ability to have these desires he says yes (Miu didn’t force him istg)

24. Kaede is bi with a preference for women, she used to think she was lesbian; I am in a constant state of flux with Kaede's gender

25. Kaito is trans with no surgery but he wears a binder sometimes, he also takes T, he is very insecure about his masculinity; he’s demiromantic and gay (the latter caused him more insecurity because "maybe he was just a normal girl")

26. Kirumi is aroace, she’s sex repulsed

27. Kokichi is demiaroace and gay

28. Komaru is a lesbian

29. Korekiyo is gay and uses only he/him, she/her makes him very uncomfortable

30. Leon is bi but thinks he’s straight, he just has a preference for women

31. Nagito is gay

32. Mahiru is lesbian

33. Maki is a demiaroace pan

34. Mikan is an asexual lesbian, also very sex repulsed after therapy

35. Miu is pan

36. Mondo is gay

37. Mukuro is lesbian and trans mtf, uses only she/her

38. Nekomaru is straight and is a demiboy, uses he/him/they/them

39. Peko is demiaroace, pan, and a demigirl, uses she/her/it/it’s before therapy and she/her/they/them after therapy, she takes E bc she was AMAB

40. Rantaro is demiromantic and pan; he’s also genderfluid using any pronouns

41. Ryoma is demiaroace and straight

42. Sakura is an asexual lesbian; she’s mtf using only she/her pronouns, she is very secretive about being trans due to insecurity

43. Sayaka is lesbian

44. Sonia is pan and genderqueer, uses she/her/void/voids and picked up dark/darks from Gundham

45. Tenko is lesbian

46. Teruteru is pan, asexual, and trans ftm (I feel he’s asexual because he pretends to be super horny to feel like a valid man because #negativemaleinfluence)

47. Genocider is the same as Toko; she heavily encourages use of she/her pronouns and the name Jill

48. Tsumugi is cishet

49. Ultimp is asexual, pan, and agender, uses they/them if ever out of costume

50. Yasuhiro is Aroace

51. Chiaki is a pan demigirl who uses she/her/they/them and her online persona uses they/them

Marks and Piercings Headcanons:

1. Aoi has stretch marks on her boobs and hips

2. Chihiro has a birthmark on his right bicep, it’s a strawberry

3. Sayaka has a on her right cheek, a mole on her left collar bone, and amole on her left wrist (near her thumb)

4. Akane has stretch marks on her thighs, hips, boobs, and waist

5. Chiaki has stretch marks on her stomach and thighs

6. Gundham has scars, bite marks, and scratches on his left arm

7. Hiyoko has a on her right foot (near her ankle), after her growth spurt she has stretch marks on her waist, boobs, and thighs

8. Mahiru has freckles all over her body, most prominently on her shoulders, her face, her thighs, and her butt

9. Mikan has bruises, scars, and burn marks all over her body, most prominently on her left arm and right leg

10. Peko has scars on her arms and sides

11. Angie has two birthmarks, one in between her boobs and one on the back of her right thigh

12. Kaede has stretch marks on her stomach

13. Kaito has freckles on his face and arms

14. Kirumi has moles on her left cheeks

15. Kokichi has 3 scars on his mouth, all from when he tried to eat metal things when he was a child, one on his left side is the most prominent because it got infected

16. Maki has scars on her lower legs, knees, elbows, and forearms from crawling over jagged and rocky surfaces

17. Miu has stretch marks on her boobs and thighs, also a scar on her right palm from a workshop accident

18. Chihiro wears earrings on and off, he has a few Chiaki made for him, his favorite is the one that says “Hi” in binary

19. Toko/Genocider have their ears pierced but never wear earrings, miraculously, the holes haven’t closed

20. Junko wears Monokuma earrings when she doesn’t have her pins

21. Kyoko tried getting her ears pierced at the recommendation of Celeste, but she never wore them and they closed up pretty quickly

22. Leon wanted a Jacob’s ladder, but he got one piercing done that hurt like hell so he’s never getting another

23. Makoto’s parents had his ears pierced when he was a baby so he does have holes, he never wears earrings though (dysphoria)

24. Junko insisted Mukuro got her ears pierced but afterwords they constantly got infected (because neither of them knew how to clean them) so she has small scars on her earlobes

25. Sayaka has her ears pierced

26. Ibuki has bellybutton piercings, like a ton of eyebrow piercings, her nipples are pierced, I don’t know how genital piercings work but she most certainly has some, honestly the only thing that isn’t pierced is her tongue and that’s just because of sensory stuff

27. Kazuichi has a tongue piercing

28. Mahiru has her ears pierced

29. Sonia got her nose pierced, normally she wears a gemstone there but on special occasions she has a pearl she will wear instead

30. Komaru has her ears pierced

31. Kotoko had her ears pierced since she was a baby but only ever wears them for special occasions, she was in charge of maintaining her piercings for a while and they got terribly infected, her home room teacher had to send her to the nurse

32. Angie has her nose pierced on either side and also in the center

33. Himiko self pierced her ears and it actually went very well, but she never wore earrings so they closed up

34. Kaede has her ears pierced

35. Kaito has his ears pierced

36. Kokichi has a nose ring on his left nostril

37. Kaede took Maki to get her ears pierced one day and, though she doesn’t like to admit it

38. Rantaro, unlike Leon, has a complete Jacob’s ladder, he also has his nipples pierced

39. Shuichi has his ears pierced and has snakebites

40. Tenko has her ears pierced

41. Tsumugi has her ears pierced

Language Headcanons:

1. Everyone speaks Japanese as their first language, it’s only translated into English for the games not everyone can actually speak it

2. Kiyo however is fluent in English and also Latin, he also picks up phrases from any of the languages the others speak (important: Kiyo learned English from a British person so he speaks English with a slight British accent)

3. Kaito is fluent in English and is also learning Morse code (he asks Kokichi for tips)

4. Maki knows sign language

5. Byakuya can read most European languages but can’t speak any of them

6. Taeko is teaching herself English

7. Chihiro is oddly enough very good at writing in binary, he doesn’t know how he picked it up (It’s from when he was really young and his dad would teach him binary for fun!)

8. Hifumi can read and write English

9. Taka takes English, French, Spanish, Latin, and knows a teensy bit of sign language

10. Leon is fluent in English (specifically the American kind, aka he has an American accent)

11. Mukuro is fluent in English and is also pretty good at Morse code

12. Sayaka knows a bunch of phrases in Spanish and English

13. Gundham knows a bit of Latin, but he only ever uses it to be extra never to actually attempt communication

14. Mahiru knows a bit of English that her mom taught her

15. Nekomaru is fluent in English

16. Not a headcanon but a reminder that Sonia knows 30 languages

17. Teruteru is learning French

18. Imposter is learning English

19. Izuru is fluent in every language because he’s Izuru

20. Monaca knows a decent amount of English

21. Nagisa is taking English

22. Angie’s first language is actually English but she is also mostly fluent in Japanese

23. Gonta tried to learn English at one point but languages are hard for him so he quit

24. Kiibo has 3 language modes, Japanese, English, and Spanish

25. Kirumi is fluent in English

26. Miu knows a bit of sign language because she didn’t speak until a bit later in her childhood

27. Rantaro is fluent in English

#danganronpa #drv3 #thh #udg #sdr2 #korekiyo shinguji #kokichi ouma #miu iruma #tenko chabashira #tokomaru #toko fukawa #komaru naegi #saimota #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #ibuki mioda #mikan tsumiki #rantaro amami #maki harukawa #izuru kamukura #chiaki namani #angie yonaga #mahiru koizumi #nagito komaeda #gundham tanaka #chihiro fujisaki #kiibo #sonia nevermind #yasuhiro hagakure #kirumi tojo

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A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief I didn't feel like editing so I didn't. enjoy this in all its raw glory and experimental bullshit. I'm having fun with POV stuff. suffer. <3

I will probably be returning later on to edit this more properly!

Summary: [name] finds somewhere to stay. The world moves on.

Warnings: man I never know what to warn for. this whole chapter is basically an out of body experience complete with ✨conflict✨though so watch out!

Word Count: ~3800 words

Hitoshi does not know what happened, but he has a sinking feeling that it wasn’t good.

For one thing, [name] is asleep on his couch with a duffle bag he’s never seen before at their feet. For another, they look like shit. For a third thing, he can’t get into contact with Izuku, and [name] hasn’t answered any of his questions since they got here. In fact, they’ve hardly said much of anything, just stared at him, dead-eyed and confused.

All the explanations had come over text yesterday.

Can I stay at your place for a while? I can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe.

It must be because they were so shaken up from the attack, right? He can see Izuku explaining how unsafe it is around him, with the way the guy’s been blaming himself for every so much as paper cut that [name] sustained since they met. And given the guy’s history with serial killers, it’d make sense.

Maybe [name]’s just upset by that.

Except, that wouldn’t explain why their eyes are so dead, why every time Hitoshi has tried to ask them a question, they’re somewhere far away. He doesn’t know where to take it, but it’s been a full twenty-four hours and they still haven’t made a move to even eat anything.

They’re just laying on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

So, Hitoshi brings them food. He recalls them mentioning how they liked spaghetti once, so spaghetti he brings. They’re still sprawled over the couch, so he sits on the other side of the coffee table and stares. “Are you going to eat?”

They make a weird half-shrug, restricted by the sling. His heart sinks at the wince they give. “I don’t think I’m hungry.”

It’s the longest sentence they’ve said since they got here.

“You should eat something. You need your strength to heal that stab wound.”

“Stab wound…?” they echo, a tilt to their head.

“Yeah. You don’t remember being stabbed?”

They turn to meet his eyes at last, and not an emotion reads on their face. They shake their head just slightly.

Oh. That is what we in the business would like to refer to as a “problem”.

“Will you eat something?” he tries again. He hates to do this, especially to someone like [name], but if they won’t eat…

“Not really hungry,” they reply, more firmly this time.

The fact that there is almost no change in expression is horrific and jarring. He’s not even sure his quirk has actually taken hold on them until he commands them to sit up and they listen perfectly.

“Eat the food I gave you,” he orders, feeling a pit settle in his stomach as they begin to obey before he even finishes. “Be careful to chew it properly and not choke on it.” He hates using his quirk. Hates the guilt it churns. Hates the control. He knows it’s a deep-seated thing instilled in him from years of shitty living, but he can’t help it. The hollow expression on their face as they eat is just too much.

While they eat, he slips into the other room and pours a glass of water. Sets that in front of them, too, and when they’re done, he orders them to drink it slowly.

When at last the glass is drained, he releases his quirk. Again, he’s barely certain that it’s worked—they have the same empty look in their eyes. When he brainwashes someone, he thinks of it like temporarily shattering their mind.

And here [name] is.

Sitting on his couch looking absolutely shattered.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, mostly in an attempt to figure out whether they have their autonomy back.

They give another awkward, wince-y, half-shrug, seeming no better than before.

Well.

At least he got them to eat.

~

To say that things are fine would be an inaccurate assessment of the situation at hand.

See, [name] isn’t picking up their phone or texting anyone back, and people have been texting them a lot. They’re only eating when Hitoshi brainwashes them and forces them to, only drinking when he does the same. If anything, the situation seems to be worsening—he’s not sure if it’s his quirk or their condition, but what was at first able to be “eat the food” becomes more and more complicated each time.

As their phone blows up (charged only because Hitoshi made sure it would) Hitoshi sits with his dinner and theirs and tries not to think too heavily about the past week.

“Are you going to eat?” he asks, like he has the past several days.

They shake their head. “No.”

He’s growing better at telling when his quirk washes over them. Part of him wants to think it’s because they’re getting better—just slightly, their expression when under his influence and their expression when just staring at his ceiling are drifting apart. He wants to believe that. In fact, he does believe that. [name] is getting better. Their condition is improving.

If they were responsive, maybe they’d catch him lying to himself. He settles in for the work he's about to do:

"Pick up the fork."

"Now put a bite's worth of food on the fork."

"Now put the end of the fork holding the bite of food into your mouth."

"Remove the fork from your mouth."

"Chew the food in your mouth."

"Swallow the food in your mouth."

He won't lie. The fact that he has to do this is... bad. He's not sure how to fix this. Depression wouldn't put [name] in a state like this. He's not sure what would, but he knows depression.

He checks his phone, in between instructing them to eat.

Mina to Hitoshi at 7:43 PM

Mina: hey have you heard from [name] at all?

Mina: they're not picking up or texting back and I can't get ahold of izuku

Mina: I am one missed call away from breaking down their door

Hitoshi: yeah, [name]’s been at my place

Hitoshi: for like the past week

Hitoshi: I’ve been trying not to pressure them but honestly you should get over here

Hitoshi: it’s bad

He sends his address and goes back to work. “Pick up a bite’s worth of food with the fork in your hand.”

Like that, he works, making sure that they chew and safely swallow every bite. When Mina arrives, it is with Tsuyu, and they nearly push their way into the apartment.

“How bad is it?” Mina demands. “Actually, don’t answer that. If they’re not responding to texts it has to be bad.”

“They’re not going to respond when you talk to them yet,” he explains as he leads them in and closes the door tightly behind them. If he had been worried about security before [name] got attacked, he had become neurotic about it ever since they showed up to dissociate on his couch. “I’ve got them under my quirk.”

“Why? What are you doing?”

He rubs the back of his neck as they find [name], sitting on the living room couch with fork hovering above plate. Unresponsive.

“It’s the only way I can get them to eat anything. If I hadn’t been brainwashing them into regular meals, they’d be suffering starvation by now.” He glances their way, directing a command. “Put the fork on the plate.”

They obey, robotically, and he releases them from his hold.

Hazy eyes roam over the room a moment.

“[name]…?” Mina calls.

“Mina, Tsuyu,” they croak. Just the slightest light returns to their eyes. “Finally someone I recognize.”

A chill settles over the room, or maybe that’s just Hitoshi feeling it.

“Someone you recognize…?” Tsuyu says. “[name], you’ve been living with Hitoshi for a week. Are you saying you don’t recognize him?”

A tiny, tiny nod. “Do you know how I got here?”

“No? How?”

“I was hoping you knew.”

Okay, the talking is progress. The information, however, is damning.

“Are you saying you’ve just been quietly sitting here not remembering who I am for the past week?”

A nod.

“Shit, [name], why didn’t you say anything?”

A half-shrug.

Mina and Tsuyu cast him worried looks. “They don’t remember you?”

Yeah. Maybe this is bad.

“Okay. We need to figure out what happened to them. [name], hang out here and eat something.”

They don’t respond as Hitoshi leads the girls away.

“Alright. So obviously something happened.”

“They’ve been like this all week?”

He nods. “They texted me out of nowhere asking to crash on my couch for a bit because they couldn’t stay at Izuku’s anymore. They didn’t give any indication that they were like this, and they just kind of showed up at my door with a duffle bag. I figured Izuku was getting too worried about their safety and asked them to hide out somewhere for a while.”

Mina wraps her arms around herself. “Tsuyu, do you remember when [name] and Tenya broke up? Er, when Tenya enthralled them?”

She nods. “This is worse. Much worse.”

“So what, do we think they were enthralled again?”

“They’d be double-enthralled. Between forgetting their childhood friend and whatever they would have forgotten this time, that’s a huge stress on the brain.”

“I think we need to bring in Neito on this conversation,” Tsuyu says.

“Really?”

“If [name]’s been enthralled again, there’s a few candidates,” she explains, eying him warily. “No offense, but you’re one of them. Neito can copy [name]’s quirk and tell us for sure who is and isn’t involved. I’m calling him.”

So they call him. And they wait. And when Neito arrives, he’s quick to stand in front of Hitoshi after brushing a hand against [name] in passing. “What am I asking him?”

“Ask him whether he enthralled [name].”

He jolts in shock. “Enthralled them? You think they’ve been enthralled?”

“It’s our running theory. We’ll update you on what we know once we know it wasn’t Hitoshi.”

“Alright. Hitoshi, did you enthrall [name]?”

“No. I have brainwashed them with my quirk repeatedly over the past week to force them to eat and take in water, though, because I believed that they wouldn’t eat otherwise and I was worried about their health.”

“He’s clean. How do you know I didn’t enthrall them, though?”

Tsuyu tilts her head. “We still have [name]. We’ll ask them.”

“Yeah. Tell me, Neito, did you enthrall our friend?”

“I’ve never enthralled anyone.”

Mina drags him into the living room a moment. “[name], is this guy glowing to you?”

They shake their head. “He’s clean.”

“Great, thanks!”

“[name] says he’s clean. So where do we go from here?”

Neito hums thoughtfully. “We need to start by determining what they’ve actually forgotten. You said that they didn’t know who Hitoshi was or how they arrived here, right?”

“Right.”

“Then we’ll need to speak with them. Figure out what memories they’ve lost. That’ll help us narrow down who did this to them and why. Once we’ve got our list, we’ll start with the questioning.”

So they sit down, a circle around the catatonic [name], and begin to ask questions.

“How are you feeling today, [name]?” Neito starts.

They shrug. He reaches out to touch their arm.

“Can I ask you to answer me verbally?”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Liar.”

He laughs. “It’s just so we can figure out what’s going on with you. We think something happened.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“What do you remember?”

“I lost my job. I wasn’t going to be able to pay rent next month.”

Mina looks about as pale as a pink girl can get. “[name], that was months ago. You lost your job in August.”

The others share a look as they blankly tilt their head. “What month is it? September?”

“Honey, no. It’s February.”

There’s a long moment where the four of them get to watch as they process the statement.

“Why aren’t you lying to me?”

“Why don’t you know what month it is?”

“Hold on, if [name] thought it was September, then…” Neito looks up from his notes. “[name], do you remember who I am?”

“We haven’t spoken before. You’re That Guy in my ethics course, though. You’re always arguing with everyone.”

“We both passed that course already. We’ve been… friends…? …for months now.”

Mina darts out a hand to cut in. “Hold on, doesn’t this mean… [name], what can you tell me about vampires?”

“They’re fictional monsters. They drink blood and turn into bats. They’re like, classic horror novel creatures.”

This time, everyone feels the chill settling over the room.

“[name]. Do you remember Izuku?”

They furrow their brow, tears springing to their eyes unbidden. “Who’s… who’s…”

The picture of them falling apart is something out of the Renaissance, an artful deconstruction of their emotionless state as the falling tears turn into a stream.

“[name], honey. Talk to me. Why are you crying?”

They shake their head, scarcely able to breathe through the tears. “I don’t know. I-I don’t, I don’t know! Don’t—don’t talk to me about that person. I don’t know them, I don’t like how that name makes me feel, don’t don’t don’t—“

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take a few deep breaths.”

As Mina crouches in front of them and begins talking them through the breakdown, the others share worried looks.

This is a big problem. One that demands answers.

~

The first doorstep the [name] protection squad ends up on is Tenya’s the next day.

“Are we really sure it’s him?” Tsuyu mutters as they approach. “I don’t think he would do this.”

“He’s the one with a history,” Hitoshi replies smoothly. “Too bad Neito’s quirk can’t copy [name]’s that long. This would go much faster that way.”

He reaches up and raps on the door firmly, quickly.

“It really is a nice house. Didn’t realize he was such a rich boy.”

After a few moments, the door opens. A woman stands there—shorter than Tenya, but with the same glasses, the same face. Short, bobbed hair. “Can I help you?”

Neito steps forward. “We’re looking for Tenya. It’s really important that we speak to him right away. Is he here?”

“Why, yes. I’ll go get him for you. What’s this about?”

“Something’s happened to [name],” Hitoshi replies.

“[name]? That sweet kid? Why, we haven’t seen them since something happened between them and Tenya after the two went away for college. Is everything alright? Tenya’s stopped talking about them.”

“Everything’s fine, Mrs. Iida,” Tsuyu says. “We just really need to talk to Tenya.”

She nods and disappears into the house. Minutes later, Tenya is there, staring them down with worry.

“What happened?”

“You tell me,” Hitoshi demands. “[name] doesn’t remember anything. They’ve been catatonic on my couch for a week and I’ve been having to brainwash them into doing the basics of eating, drinking, and using the restroom. Do you have any idea how hard it is to instruct someone to change clothes with my quirk without looking at them in the meantime?”

“What?”

“They’ve been enthralled. They thought it was September. They don’t know who I am, or who Neito is, or who Izuku is. We asked and they had a breakdown they couldn’t understand. Let’s make this quick: what the fuck happened?”

“Keep your voice down,” Tenya says firmly. He slips out the door and shuts it behind him. “I don’t know, exactly, what happened. What I do know is that I had nothing to do with it.”

“Great. Very helpful and not suspicious at all.”

“Really! If you’re so worried about it, you should speak with Izuku. See what he has to say. He’s the one who made it very, very clear that he was going to do everything to protect them.”

“Are you saying Izuku was the one who enthralled them?”

He pulls his best polite smile, not reaching his eyes. “I’m saying that I was not, and that Izuku had great concern for their well-being after they were attacked by the serial killer that targeted him. Is there anything else you needed from me?”

“No,” he says. “I guess not.”

They leave him on his doorstep with a mission in mind.

~

The rage only builds as they approach Izuku’s doorstep. Hitoshi knocks on the door, this time with hard, accusatory knocks. Mina is dialing his number as Hitoshi knocks.

The phone is not answered. The door is not answered. Mina calls three more times before she just starts shouting.

“Izuku, open the fucking door!”

Izuku doesn’t seem to understand why he opens the door, but he does. He stands there, looking like absolute shit. His shirt is stained, bags under his eyes dark enough to give Hitoshi’s serious competition, hair unwashed and unbrushed. He stares at them with dead eyes as the yelling begins.

“Tell me it wasn’t you who enthralled them.”

He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t look remotely surprised, either. Any defense he had is gone in that moment, until all there is is to rip him apart for this shit.

“Are you serious? We’ve been working our asses off trying to get [name] to have all their memories back, and you fucking undid all of that? Do you have any idea how much you’ve wrecked them? Do you have any idea how much they’ve fallen apart? Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you’ve been?”

And Izuku takes it.

“You know, you made [name] really, really happy. They’ve been happier since meeting you than I’ve ever seen them. We asked if they remembered you while we were trying to figure out what happened to them, and they broke down crying on the spot! It took forty-five minutes to calm them down.”

And Izuku takes it.

Neito steps up to the plate, too: ���You know, I have been doing my utmost to avoid making assumptions going forward. Ever since I've been turned, I've been trying to convince myself that we can be good people. I've been TRYING to convince myself that we can live without hurting other. So what the hell is this?” He has a threatening tilt to his head, fangs flashing with each word.

And Izuku takes it.

Hitoshi is the one to finally step forward. "You're not going to say anything? You're not even going to try to convince us that you were not the one who did this?"

He lets out a bitter laugh and takes it.

"It would have been better if they'd never met you. They might have been happy, but if you could see them like this? It would tear you apart."

Nothing.

"You get that, don't you? This has nothing to do with them being assaulted and everything to do with the fact that your pathetic ass left them broken into pieces and unable to even understand why. You haven't been the one having to force them to eat for the past week. You haven't been the one having to sit them down and use your shitty quirk that you hate to instruct them through every single bite because they can barely conceive of the steps needed to eat anymore. They're going to need a full-time caretaker, to say nothing of the fact that they can't attend classes anymore. They can't remember anything they're learning! They can't do shit! Because of you."

"I am protecting them," he hisses. "What do you know about that?"

"Protecting them? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't protect shit like this. You're not a god. You're not even armed. You're sending them out into the world with no memories, no will to even eat, and no idea what they're being protected from. You can't protect anyone. If you would just ask for help for once in your fucking life, your parents would be alive and [name] would be here, where you could do anything for them. You're useless on your own. It's time you figured that out, doctor."

Hitoshi jolts back when Izuku stalks towards him, eyes ablaze. "You have no idea what you're talking about. You think you can even begin to understand what this is like for me?" His fists are clenched, green sparks wrapping around him. His quirk. The first anyone here has seen of it. "You don't know a damn thing about what you're talking about. You didn't watch that man slaughter your parents."

"You're right. I didn't. But I've watched [name]. For a week. You know I have to teach them how to do the most basic things? You know you erased me and Neito, too? You know you probably erased Tenya, again? How do you think he feels knowing that he's lost them again?"

"At least Tenya understands what it means to love someone so much you force them to forget you entirely! If someone any of you loved and cared for got dragged into this, you'd—"

"News flash, asshole! You are not the only person on this planet who cares about them! You are not the only person on this planet who wants them to be safe! You are not even the only person in this conversation who wants to protect them. We all want that, and now we're stuck with a friend who's completely catatonic, doesn't remember half of us, and barely remembers how to breathe, and you're acting like Tenya would be on board with this? The difference is, he learned from his mistakes! He has spent every second of his life ever since he enthralled them regretting the moments they don't remember him. Understands? He learned! You, on the other hand, haven't learned shit! You're sitting here determined to repeat history and fuck all of us over for the sake of your petty revenge quest!"

Izuku's voice drops into a low growl. "Petty? That man has killed hundreds of people. Were their lives petty? Were my parents? Is [name]'s life petty to you?"

"What about their mind? Their personality? Clearly that didn't mean shit to you."

The glare of Izuku Midoriya is a powerful thing. His rage is enough to knock a grown man over, if he directs it, and, based on the state his front door is left in when he slams it, it's enough to send four adult humans to the ground. The door itself is barely on the hinges anymore, holding on more out of willpower than anything.

They help each other to their feet, and when it's clear Izuku won't hear them out any longer, Hitoshi turns on his heel. "If you need us, we'll be fixing your mistakes. Don't bother thanking us."

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[monster-cock69]

little angel

Moodboard made by me and AO3 link here

Pairings: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Pairings: Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Tags: Omegaverse, age play

Warnings: Underaged sex

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tony’s scent patch came in the next morning, just in time for his scheduled breeding simulation. It meant that instead of being led to his normal group by Nurse Rumlow, he was taken to a far smaller room that only had one bench by Nurse Melinda. 

He was set up on the machine with his right hand free. The nurse gently pressed a thick piece of fabric into it and left him home without further instruction. 

Under the heady scent of alpha cum it smelled like gunpowder with whiskey and a hint of cigarette smoke, a scent that he saw himself becoming addicted to. 

Dr. Phil hadn’t warned him that this was the compatibility test. 

Peter came twice with the machine at its lowest setting. 

~~~~

The food on his plate looked like shit. 

Naturally, he ate the meatballs and drank his apple juice before he hid the peas in the remains of the spaghetti. 

The girl sitting next to him gave him an odd look but didn’t snitch. 

He got the warm bottle of strawberry milk he’d been aiming for and drank it throughout group therapy. 

His day passed, almost identical to all of the others. 

The following day he had a one on one meeting with Dr. Phil instead of a group meeting. 

“Now,” he started after they’d said their hellos, “your first introduction to Mr. Stark’s scent went fairly well, as did his to yours. You’ll be given another scent patch during quiet time and not allowed to touch yourself tonight. Depending on how that goes we’ll either do another scent-based test or go straight to introductions the day after tomorrow.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond, pacifier falling into his lap. 

That was pretty fast. 

“I understand it’s fast,” Dr. Phil started before he launched himself into a speech about how their instincts and hormones were already jumpstarted. On top of his preexisting issues with hormone stability and what he’d been told was a ‘lack of omega-appropriate responses to stimuli,’ he was essentially fucked. 

It was also likely that the alpha had offered a donation to the facility in exchange for getting Peter earlier. 

He was more interested in how his spider’s left foreleg was going flat at the end. Maybe he’d been pinching it too much. Peter’s eyes started scanning the room in search of something interesting that could help him tune out the doctor’s voice.

On the corner of Phil’s desk, he could see a small plate of cookies that someone must have bought in. 

Decision made, Peter looked back at Phil. The two of them were on the couch again, so he’d have to reach around Dr. Phil to get to the cookies and the alpha wouldn’t stop talking. 

Peter tore his eyes from the cookies, but nothing else of interest was in the room. He popped his pacifier back in with a sigh. 

Eventually, the meeting came to a close and Dr. Phil passed him one of the cookies he was eyeing with a smile. 

A nurse he didn’t know the name of took him back to his room and waited for him to get comfortable in his bed before passing him another scent patch. 

This one lacked the smell of sex on it that had saturated the first one, and didn’t have a potent emotion attached to it.

If possible, he found it affected him more. He felt himself rocking down on the bed, in search of friction that wasn’t there. 

No one was in the room with him, but there was a blinking red light in the corner of the ceiling that told him the cameras were on. 

Would they send the footage to Tony? 

Were they even allowed to do that without explicitly asking him first? 

Part of him wished that they would, and he hoped that wherever Tony was he was exploring Peter’s scent in this way too. 

Sex would be an important part of their relationship, but he hoped the alpha would want to cuddle, the same way part of him did now. 

Well- 

The same way everything aside from his cunt and cock did. 

Without meaning to, he whimpered into his pacifier as he pressed himself into the bed. 

Deciding that this wouldn’t end well, Peter laid down and pulled his blanket over his head. Scent patch in one hand and spider in the other, he hoped that no one would come into the room and interrupt him. 

Closing his eyes, he bought the scent patch closer to his face and inhaled as deep as he could. 

He didn’t fall asleep, but the warmth of the space combined with the alpha’s heady scent was enough to nearly get him there. 

If it hadn’t been for Nurse Melinda coming in to gently tug away his blanket he’d probably have fallen asleep. 

She was always gentle when doing his checks, but he couldn’t help but whine when she completely pulled the blanket away. 

The beta made a  hmm sound, “Were you trying to nest Peter? All from Mr. Stark’s scent?” 

Peter’s cheeks burned with a blush and he hid his face in his spider. Only mated omegas nested, and Peter wasn’t even sure that he and Tony were getting mated yet. 

“Don’t be silly.” 

“I’m the silly one? Peter, you know your instincts’ve kicked in. It’s a good sign that you wanted to feel safe with his scent.” She patted his thigh, and he only kicked a bit to show his discontent when she put his underwear in a plastic Biohazard bag. In the crotch were two distinct wet spots. 

Peter tucked his face back into his spider and didn’t say a word. 

No one at the facility would ever make fun of him, but it still felt strange. He’d always been a bit repressed when it came to his instincts and sexuality. Suppressants were his default, and they’d nearly wiped out his sex drive. 

Relying on them as heavily as he did at the start of puberty had also killed a lot of his instincts. So, whereas a lot of his peers were already used to everything he was just getting acquainted with it all. 

It was odd – but nice at the same time. He got to be little all the time, didn’t have to worry about money anymore, and when he wanted to act out a bit it was accepted. He always got punished for it, but it wasn’t like Aunt May’s disappointed glare or their weekly screaming matches before she surrendered him to the hospital. 

He’d kind of gotten used to life at the facility though, so was anxious for what was to come. He wouldn’t be able to run outside as much, but Tony’s house was apparently huge, and they probably had a nice yard or pool. 

Maybe he could convince him to get one of those backyard slide things with a swingset. Or even just a swing set. 

They’d been his favorite since the first time he was little, and he sought them out every day after therapy if it wasn’t a pool day. 

“Hey, Peter’s not giving me a turn,” someone shouted. Peter slid a finger into the hoop on his pacifier to stick his tongue out at the girl. Had one of the workers not started toward him, he’d have stood on the swing. 

As it was, he gave the girl a rude gesture when none of the staff members were looking. 

~~~~

“Do you usually play with the legos, Peter?” He nodded, not yet making eye contact with the alpha. He hadn’t been told that they’d be meeting today until he was taken to a small playroom rather than his group therapy session. It wasn’t expected at all and had thrown him stupidly off-kilter, but he made himself deal with it for the time being. 

So far, they hadn’t spoken much. Things were a little awkward at the start, but he’d taken out the legos and they’d both started building separately. 

Tony was unfairly attractive – broad muscles poorly concealed under a carefully pressed suit, dark brown hair combed to perfection, and a beard that he wanted to feel scratching against him. 

Or maybe not, it looked kind of itchy. 

He had nice, long fingers though, rough from manual work and neatly trimmed nails that looked well taken care of. 

He shouldn’t have found the alpha’s hands hot, he couldn’t help but want to feel those fingers stretching him open and– 

“I like to build spaceships with them.” Tony placed another block onto his own project. From his spot across the little table, he couldn’t yet tell what it was but it looked like he was trying to build some type of car. 

Peter’s spaceship was prettier, but he wouldn’t be opposed to them working on something together when he was done with it. 

“I haven’t played with legos in a while, but they’re some of my favorites.” 

Peter smiled, remembering his thoughts from the other day. Maybe saying it would get him to buy him some. It wasn’t like being a mob boss’s omega little would involve going out much. Even if it did, Tony didn’t look too stern. 

“I like the playground and swimming too.” The alpha laughed softly and put a few more blocks on his car, “The whole playground or just the slide? Because surely you don’t like swings right?” 

He let his pacifier fall to the table so he could speak better and shot a dry look at the older man, “You’re silly Mr. Tony. The swings are the best part.” 

“Really? I think the slide is better. You get to go down super fast.” 

“Well yeah, but with the swings, it’s almost like you’re flying!” The pitch of his voice rose as he explained to Tony how superior the swings were. 

He didn’t know how long they had left together, but it seemed like no time at all. They spoke about Star Wars, different kinds of legos, and some of the friends Peter made at the facility. 

He didn’t mention his time before, or his old friends, and Tony didn’t bring it up. 

The first real whiff of Tony’s scent that he got was when they hugged goodbye under Nurse Maria’s watchful gaze. 

It was like being hit by a freight train. 

This close he could smell Tony’s gunpowder and whiskey scent with an underlying headiness that came from low-lying arousal. He pressed his nose further into the collar of the alpha’s button-down and made sure to rub the inside of his wrists against the alpha’s side to mark him. 

It was definitely improper, and probably against the rules to do so this soon after meeting each other.

The thought of the alpha walking around smelling like him – even a little bit – made him smile for the rest of the day. 

Still, he found that he didn’t want to let go. He felt safe in this strange alpha’s arms and had the urge to cuddle up under his blanket with the scent like he’d done earlier. Maybe he could even bring more pillows in, or he could get Tony to scent his little spider without anyone noticing. 

Decision made, he grabbed the toy from the edge of the table and pressed it between them. 

Behind them, the nurse made a polite not-cough, so Tony started to pull away. 

Peter was a little reluctant to do the same but made sure to swipe his little spider against the inside of the alpha’s wrist and quickly steal his scent. 

“I’d have done it if you’d asked,” Tony murmured into his ear. 

“I don’t think it’s allowed,” he said, quiet as possible. 

Tony firmly rubbed the inside of his wrist against his spider’s torso and winked. 

“Some rules are meant to be broken.” 

Peter watched his back as he turned away, nose pressed firmly into his spider. The scent wasn’t as pure as it’d been on the patches, but it was even better because he’d get to cuddle with it at night.

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[iam93percentstardust]

Happy birthday month!!! How about something involving Tony in a blanket burrito? Caught in the snow or rain and he looks so pitiful that Steve just wants to wrap him up and kiss his nose.

This was the softest prompt ever, and I loved writing it <3 Enjoy!

~

Pepper calls him while Tony is still in the elevator, warning him that Tony’s had a bad day. Steve thanks her, tells her good night, and hangs up, already rethinking out the dinner he’d had planned in favor of one of Tony’s preferred comfort meals. He’s pretty sure they’ve got enough ground hamburger to make meatballs, and pasta is always a staple in their pantry, which means he can easily make spaghetti and meatballs, especially since there’s homemade sauce frozen in the freezer from the last time they made pasta.

The elevator chimes just as he’s set the spaghetti sauce on the counter to thaw. A moment later, JARVIS announces, “Welcome home, sir.”

“Thanks, J,” Steve hears Tony murmur. He sounds just as miserable as Pepper had implied over the phone.

Steve steps around the corner, only to be confronted with the sight of Tony in what was once a gorgeous suit. Now it’s drenched and Tony himself resembles nothing so much as a drowned kitten, his hair plastered to his forehead, the curls limp and dragging. Steve has the inexplicable urge to wrap Tony up in a blanket burrito and feed him hot chocolate. And, since they have nothing planned for the night, he decides that that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says softly. He glances at the floor-to-ceiling windows lining their sunken living room. Rain lashes against them, the surprise thunderstorm having come on both quickly and unexpectedly. Even after the storm had built, the weather report had still been showing clear skies and sunshine. Steve had snapped a photo of the forecast, intending on sharing it with Tony since he’d thought he would find it funny. It’s not nearly as funny now that he knows Tony must have gotten caught in the downpour.

“Did you walk home?” he continues, stepping forward and holding out his arms. Tony nearly falls into them, only to pause at the last minute and take another step back.

“I don’t want to get you wet,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around himself. His teeth are chattering, and Steve frowns concernedly.

“If I minded, I wouldn’t have offered,” Steve reminds him, stepping forward to take Tony into his arms himself. Tony doesn’t even try to fight him, which tells Steve just how miserable his husband really is. Tony’s the type of person who’d cut off his own arm if he thought it would make someone else’s life easier; if he’s accepting Steve’s comfort this easily, even knowing that it’ll make Steve a little wet, it must have been a bad day.

“I walked home,” Tony says eventually when they’ve been standing there long enough that Steve’s shirt is soaked through and starting to cling to him. “The meeting didn’t go well, Beck offended the Fujikawas so much they backed out of the deal, and even if it hadn’t been the last straw, I don’t want to keep someone like that on my team, so I fired him. So that wasn’t great, and I was angry about that; it was only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk home instead of taking the car. I didn’t want to be mad when I got home.” He looks up at Steve, dark eyes bewildered and distressed. “It wasn’t supposed to rain.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Steve says soothingly, kissing the top of Tony’s head. “Come on, let’s get you out of those wet things. You wanna take a hot shower first?”

Tony shakes his head and goes almost completely limp against Steve’s chest, who strokes his hands up and down Tony’s back.

“You sure?” he checks. “I can toss some sweats in the dryer for when you get out.”

“Just wanna be dry,” Tony mumbles.

And Steve knows better than to keep pushing when Tony’s had such a bad day. They both have their quirks, things that they need when they’re having a rough time. On his part, Steve can’t stand to be coddled when things go wrong. It had taken a long time for Tony to learn to treat him the same as he would any other day, and just as long for Steve to learn that Tony liked to be treated gently, but also didn’t want his choices to be questioned once he’d made them. So he says, “Alright,” and leads Tony into their bedroom.

He strips him down and gets a towel around Tony’s shivering shoulders before asking, “Do you want me to dry you off or do you want to do it yourself?”

He can see in Tony’s eyes that he wants to ask Steve to do it, but it wars with the concern that he’s asking him to do too much. Ultimately, it’s the concern that wins out, and Tony shakes his head and says, “I can do it.”

Steve nods and leaves to dump a couple of their softest blankets in the dryer. When he comes back, Tony is toweling off his hair. He’s stripped out of most of his wet clothes, leaving him in a pair of tiny red panties that say a lot about what he’d hoped their evening would be like. If Tony had looked any less like a bedraggled kitten, the sight might have stirred Steve, but as it is, he just feels a little sad that their evening was so thoroughly derailed.

He pulls out an oversized sweater that once belonged to Steve before Tony coopted it and a pair of sweats with Boston College, Steve’s alma mater, printed along the sides while Tony disappears into the bathroom, presumably to hang up the towel he’d been using. He looks slightly drier by the time he comes out, but still somewhat miserable, so Steve sets the pile of clothes he’d selected on the bed and sinks to his knees in front of him.

Tony blinks tiredly at him, a question in his eyes. Steve crooks a smile at him and taps Tony’s hip. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I like seeing you in your panties, but they can’t be all that comfortable right now. Let’s get you out of them.”

It takes a moment, but Tony eventually nods and lifts his hands from where they’d been covering Steve’s.

“Thank you,” Steve tells him earnestly.

He pulls the panties down Tony’s legs, who steps out of them when Steve taps his ankle. They’re dry enough that he feels no shame in tossing them towards the laundry basket in the corner instead of taking them into the bathroom, and he smiles when they sail neatly across the room to land on top of the pile. He grabs the dry pair from the bed and pulls them up, followed by the sweatpants. Tony, he realizes once he’s standing again, had grabbed the sweater on his own and already pulled that on.

“I could’ve done that for you,” Steve says, swooping in to kiss Tony’s cheek.

“Hmm I know,” Tony replies. “But I got hungry.”

Steve laughs brightly, drawing a tired smile from Tony, and says, “Well, we can’t have that, can we.” He picks Tony up, despite his protests, and carries him into the living room, making a detour by the dryer to grab the blankets he’d been warming and effortlessly juggling them in his hands.

He sets Tony down on the couch, who just snuggles deeper into the blankets as Steve wraps them around his body, turning him into a burrito. Tony has a love for soft, warm things; Steve learned that within a few weeks of them meeting each other back in college. Wrapping him in the warm fleece blankets they keep just for this purpose is the quickest way to bring his mood back up after a bad day.

Tony makes a soft, content sound once Steve has finished tucking the ends of the blankets into each other. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmurs, and Steve can’t resist dropping a kiss on the end of his nose. Tony’s gaze goes adorably cross-eyed looking at him.

“It’s my pleasure,” he says, knowing that Tony would do—and has done so in the past—the same thing for him. He stands back up, knees protesting the movement. “Dinner? I was thinking we could do spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Sounds good,” Tony says, already sounding much happier than he had been when he first stepped off the elevator.

Steve kisses the tip of his nose again and straightens, heading for the kitchen. Hot chocolate to start with, he decides, with cream and vanilla and cinnamon the way his ma taught him. Then, dinner. And then—he looks back at Tony, ineffectually trying to wriggle a hand free of the blanket burrito to grab the remote—he’ll join his husband on the couch and cuddle him closer.

And everything will be perfect.

#stevetony #alle writes #if you like please reblog #reblogs are love #long post

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Okay so, after my hundred re-read of @fell-star-if I finally caved in and decided to try and draw the design of my Harbinger.

Meet Rune, the Harbinger of destruction that is too tired to care. Using his power to control the souls of the dead he decides to discover who he was and find out how and why he was brought back to life, will he make the same mistakes as he did before or will he use this chance to become more than just a symbol of destruction? Maybe a house husband?

With that little introduction out of the way, I’m already planning on how I want their abyssal form. It's just that drawing Eldritch-like is a lot harder than I thought. Also, under the cut there will be some facts about him because my mind can’t stop rotating him and I don’t want to fill anyones dash.

His mask is made out of wood but it's purple because he thought it would look better than normal brown.

His body is covered in scars from the other fights he’s had before Asol came and he decides that he could make use of them, so he decides that where those scars are is where his multitude of eyes appear.

Sometimes, his eyes are his mouth.

The square eyes are a thing of my art style but after seeing on them I thought they looked good so it's canon now

He originally thought that the clothes of the time after being brought back were rather boring compared to the ones of his time but he has grown attached to hoodies.

His arms are bandaged because for his abyssal form to work he has to mess his arms a lot so to not make them look like string cheese that was really badly tied together, he wraps them up.

He may have powerful magic but he also like the feeling of punching someone on the face so he is a little knowledgeable in hand to hand combat, that’s why he has steel toed boots

He has claws and you cannot change my mind

Even if he doesn’t need to eat, he finds the act of cooking… rather relaxing

He becomes Shians dad out of spite to the scientist but then the child grows on him

He once hit his head on the ceiling after a toaster scared him (he is tall and this technology confuses him)

He is built like a spaghetti stick

He has a crush on Ae-ri that he doesn’t want to admit

He is a simp for death and will take any chance to kiss their boney lips (why else would he learn to control souls?)

#loving my heavily traumatized mc #Shian has my entire heart (literally and figuratively) #fell star if #fell star mc #bright art #my art #my ocs

[tripthrumcdonaldland]

Film Review 1.

"The Electric Piper" (2003) is an animated musical film crafted by Raymie Muzquiz and Fred Seibert for Nickelodeon's Nick Flicks. The story unfolds in the quaint town of Hamlin, USA, during the late 1960s. Unfortunately, this town finds itself under the control of rats, led by their ruler, Mister Rat-A-Tat-Tat, and his trusty sidekick, Rinky-Dink-Dink. The parents of Hamlin are too preoccupied with criticizing their children to notice the infestation, so the kids decide to take matters into their own hands with a spirited musical number, imploring the adults to address the rat infestation. Regrettably, their pleas fall on deaf ears.

After their musical plea, the children spot a mysterious man resembling Jimi Hendrix, who claims he can help. It turns out to be none other than Sly, the Pied Piper himself, now armed with an electric guitar and harmonica.

The children quickly realize that Sly is their solution to the rat problem and bring him to a meeting with the mayor. Despite Sly's impressive skills, the mayor dismisses the rat issue, leading Sly to propose a trade: his services in exchange for a Harley Motorcycle. When the mayor declines, the rats invade Hamlin, transforming it into "Rat Town, USA."

Sly fulfills his duty, yet the mayor doesn't hold up his end of the bargain. Frustrated, Sly and the kids decide to flee to a cave within a massive mountain. Inside, they discuss where they'd like to be, torn between the moon and London. Sly, with his magical abilities, transports them to "London On The Moon."

Meanwhile, a search party is dispatched to locate the missing children, but they hit a dead end and are forced to return to Hamlin.

Back in the cave, the kids enjoy a feast of marshmallows, ice cream, spaghetti, mac 'n' cheese, and more. They decide to serenade Sly with a song, and when Mick attempts to join in with his electric guitar, Sly takes over.

The scene shifts to the parents, particularly Mick's dad, Nick, who creates a sign reading "Bring Back Our Kids!" It becomes apparent that the parents are rapidly aging, with gray hair and wrinkles.

Returning to Sly's cave, the kids are "Lava Surfing" for the third day in a row when Mick expresses boredom and a desire to learn from Sly. Sly agrees, but when Mick plays a sour note, part of the cave's ceiling collapses. Sly advises Mick to "Play from the heart."

Cutting back to the parents, they place their children's bikes, toys, and portraits next to the sign. The mayor delivers a speech, but suddenly, they hear Mick's music and decide to sing for their children. Sly continues to instruct Mick, and shadows of the parents appear in the cave, joining the song. When the song concludes, the shadows vanish, and the children implore Sly to take them home. He refuses and, as they approach the exit, plays music that causes the cave to collapse.

In a daring rescue, Mick breaks the rocks, and they escape. While running through, they encounter a steaming waterfall, prompting Mick to craft an umbrella. They spot a cavern and Mick constructs a bridge, but he falls, seemingly to his death. Sly arrives and plays to revive him. The group finally emerges from the cave and reunites with their parents, who have aged considerably. Hamlin is falling apart, and the parents are furious. However, Nick and Mick explain that Sly brought Mick back, leading to a peaceful resolution. Mick plays music to restore the town and rejuvenate the parents, bringing Hamlin back to life.

I rate this film 8/10, best soundtrack I've heard in a film, and great character design.

You can watch it on YouTube at: https://youtu.be/RpR_H9hAouc?si=fN3abf61caUiUZ4g

#the electric piper #nickelodeon #film review #film recommendations

[meringuecream7]

So it is a lot of Pizza Tower: GenderSwap! meets Super Princess Peach

So here are the five toppings instead of four hearts…

Let’s start with Joy

Joy can make Peppina Spaghetti to fly in the air and reach very high platforms. However, in some areas of the game, she is unable to use it as wind will stop her or else she would able to skip a puzzle in the level.

The Joy vibe can be used to defeat enemies since it creates a cyclone when the player does not hold the jump button, which can also get past obstacles like blocking clouds and huge water sprouts. Also, the music becomes higher and faster when Peppina uses this vibe! It is used by clicking on the yellow pineapple panel.

Gloom is next!

Gloom can cause Peppina to start bawling. Her tears turn into strong sprouts which can be used to grow plants. Her streaming tears sparkle when they hit the ground, the wall, or the ceiling. It is used by clicking on the blue cheese panel.

Third is Rage

Rage can make fire appear all over Peppina, making her invincible and destroying anything that she touches as well as scaring away a flock of Forknights. It can also light up dark areas, melts ice, and angry faced rocks. However, Peppina won’t be able to jump very high. Also, the music gets four times slower when Peppina uses this vibe. It is used by clicking on the red tomato panel.

Fourth Calm

Calm is activated by clicking on the green sausage panel. When activated, it will gradually make Peppina normal without a Priestess. Peppina can move around normally when the vibe is in effect. Also the music speeds up two time faster when Peppina uses this vibe.

Finally, Fear

Fear is activated by clicking on the purple mushroom panel. When actives, it will gradually cause Peppina to run as really fast as she could. She can easily jump over enemies easily, like Cheeseslimes for example. Also the music speeds up four times faster when Peppina uses this vibe.

That’s all!

#peppina spaghetti #pizza tower #pizza tower genderbend #peppino pizza tower #super princess peach #emotions #joy #gloom #rage #calm #fear