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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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Can I please request dorm leader (and/or vice dorm leaders) having a very vivid drea where they’re about to kiss their crush but they’re woken up just before their lips touch?

Wait this is really cute! I only limit to five characters (with the exception of groups ie dorm leaders) and doing about 13 characters is a lot, so I'm going to stick with just the dorm leaders for now

Dorm leaders waking up from a dream of getting a kiss from you

Riddle

The dream went like this: you two were sitting in the rose garden and doing homework. You ask Riddle for some help and he scoots himself a bit closer to you. Both of you are like, inches away from each others' faces and when he glances at you, he can see a slight blush on your cheeks. Smiling to himself, he says that you look really cute, to which you reply with a flustered "sorry, we've only been this close when we kiss" and then he's about to go in for it (first time he ever decides to kiss you first) and then he wakes up from a pillow being thrown at him.

You were looking at him with such beautiful eyes in his dream, but when he woke up he just sees Trey and Cater yelling at him to wake up with two more pillows in their hands. He's about to go red but he stops himself and asks what's happening. Turns out he's been sleeping on his desk that he missed a dorm leader meeting. HIM!

Swearing to himself (for the first time ever that anyone's heard him) he rushes out, even though his hair is a bit disheveled and he looks half-asleep. He gets there and doesn't answer any questions (or any teasing from Leona)

If you happen to run into him while he's running to the hall of mirrors, he looks away because he's too shy. He would love to kiss you, or at least initiate one first at some point, but he's too emotionally constipated to do it. Maybe in another dream he'll get to do it, but for now he needs to focus on the meeting and getting back at Trey and Cater for throwing pillows

Leona

In his dream, you were likely just cuddling with him as always. He isn't even sure what the dream was really about, since all he could remember was him looking up at the ceiling, then at you, and then back. He asked you something about if you wanted to go, but you said you wanted to stay for ten more minutes. Before he can interrupt you and say he wants you to leave so he can "have his peace" (btw if he ever says this, it usually means he has no idea why he's feeling so much love) you move closer and your about to kiss him. He's about to kiss you when suddenly he gets awoken by you shaking him.

"Leona, we need to get to class. You promised this time you would go together!" you pull on his sleeve, trying to get him out of his bed. Seriously? You weren't the one wanting to leave in his dream, let him go back ;-;

"Leave me alone, you can go ahead," he'll throw a pillow on his face to muffle the sound of you telling him he can't miss another class. "Fine, I'll stay for ten more minutes, better late than not showing up altogether," you sit on his bed, crossing your arms and waiting for him to get up. Nothing.

Finally, you pull the pillow off of his face and give him a quick peck on his lips before running out and yelling at him to get to class. He just lies there, stunned, heart racing, but at least he got his kiss haha. Will he make it to class? Probably not.

Azul

His dream was wayy too good in his opinion. He wasn't fumbling up at all, being extremely suave as he showed you around the town by Coral Sea that he would visit every now and then. You two danced at the town square, got to check out small vendors, etc. By the time the sun was setting, you two were sitting by the shore and just relaxing. You told him you had a lot of fun that day, and he was talking about the tale of a mermaid princess who got to live with her human lover. Something about kissing and that's when he went for it, more or less to show rather than tell the story but right when you two were about to kiss he bolts up because Floyd's yelling

"HEEEYYYY RAMSHACKLE'S THROWING A PARTY WANNA GOOOO?!!!" Floyd has no noise control and Jade's just laughing in the back by the doorway. Floyd shakes Azul and tries to dance with him when he gets up while Jade is explaining what's going on. Turns out Grim wanted to celebrate acing a test by throwing a party.

Azul groans and says he'll go, he just needs some time to fix his hair. Jade and Floyd say that he's fine as he is and they try to pull him out of his room to no avail. Azul ends up coming to the party thirty minutes late (he was also practicing what to say to you haha)

When he gets there, you open the door and hug him, telling him you're glad to see him at the party. He tries to hide his blush by pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, but you know he's just flustered. He then suggests that next time there's a long weekend, you two should go to the town by Coral Sea. "It's a beautiful place, I think it would be a fun date," he says.

Kalim

The dream was basically like a movie. He has no idea how it went from him running away from a bunch of knife wielding bears to something more calm, like you and Kalim on a carpet ride. Either way, he liked the latter part of his dream. As you two slowed down on top of clouds, you two stargazed. It was magical, but what made it better was when you turned to him, said thank you, and you asked if you could kiss him. You two haven't kissed yet, and so he was like "Uh, yeah, s-sure!" since he was nervous. You closed your eyes, moved closer, and before he could feel your soft lips Jamil woke him up

"Late to class? Not on my watch, you're the dorm leader now so you should know how to manage your time!" Jamil scolds but gently places some breakfast on his desk. Sure Jamil was uptight, but at least he was caring. Kalim nodded sadly and got out of bed.

Throughout the day, the dream kept playing over and over in his head. If he could have had five more minutes, maybe you two could've kissed and who knows, he might've known what it would be like to kiss someone! Ah, maybe he should ask? Yeah, he should ask you for a carpet ride. So, he marches to you during the lunch break to ask.

"Ooh, that sounds like a lot of fun, I've always wanted to stargaze from all the way up there!" you respond excitedly. He knew you would like it! He hopes you will kiss him on the date, but maybe he could muster the courage to ask you for a kiss first.

Vil

He had a crazy dream (at least in his opinion). You were pulled in as an understudy for a character that was supposed to be his lover. Everything was last minute, but because you were so good at adapting to different roles this was no issue. The scene finally came to when you two would kiss, it was the highlight of the production. He would tell you even as a prince he didn't want to live in luxury if it meant he wouldn't be with you (at least that was the character he was playing). For once he was playing the hero, he was going to get a happy ending, and he was going to kiss you! He pulled you closer, confessing his love for you, and when you two were about to kiss he woke up.

He woke up. On his own accord. He just woke up because his body knew it was 6am and he for once wanted to miscalculate his sleeping schedule. Sure his health mattered but not when it was such a good dream! Sighing to himself, he pulled himself out of bed and got ready.

You two were in the film studies club together and you were the only one that showed up that day. It was raining so it made sense that some people didn't feel like showing up, but nonetheless it meant you two basically had a date. You picked out a romance movie and started watching it. "It's a favorite of mine," you laughed.

Throughout the movie as he had his arm wrapped around you, you felt as though he was pulling you closer. This, however, was not intentional. Vil was lost in his thoughts, thinking about his dream, replaying the scene over and over. Perhaps it was because he loved you so much he felt like he wanted to hug you tighter. One day, he will find the courage the kiss you, but for now keeping you close is enough

Idia

This man probably has the wildest dreams. Usually he doesn't like going to sleep because his dreams will be about Ortho (twst spoilers) and they're usually really sad. But this time, his dream was exciting. First it was about you, Idia, and Ortho fighting some aliens in a spaceship and finding your ways back home. It was sort of like you all were in Metroid but you all succeeded in escaping the enemy ship. Idia was super happy in that dream, and before he knew it, you were about to kiss him. It was like a victory kiss? Who knows, all Idia remembers is you were so close to his face, your hair brushing his face and then you close your eyes and he was about to do the same but when he opened his eyes again...

Ceiling. Just his regular ceiling in his dimly lit room. It was 3am, he woke up by accident. Out of all days that he could have awoken it had to be this! Not to mention, he usually doesn't sleep because of nightmares but it seems like luck wasn't on his side ;-;

Idia's pretty grouchy for the entire day. A lot of students notice he's mumbling to himself more. But when you enter the classroom, yell out his name, his hair just flames red. Everyone around him asks him if he's fine and he just goes "H-hi y/n, um, yeah, hi." Gosh he was so awkward, why couldn't he be like himself from his dream?!

After class, you two talk about your favorite games and recent tv shows. He talks about a space game he's been into recently and you ask him if you could watch him play through it. Of course, he answers yes. Then, he asks "Have you ever thought about kissing someone?" "Huh?" You look at him, puzzled. Shoot, did he just say something without thinking? He waves it off, saying it wasn't anything important, but feel free to surprise him with a kiss on your game night!

Malleus

He's also not one to sleep a lot mainly because he doesn't have a lot of dreams. Perhaps it's because of how many years he's been alive and how nothing seems to excite him anymore. He hasn't had a good dream in many years, but that all changed when you arrived. Now, he's had more frequent dreams about marrying you, saving you from danger, holding hands, etc. But this time, you were with him in a party hosted by his grandmother. You looked beautiful in your outfit, honestly he dare say you were the most beautiful one in all of Twisted Wonderland. You two were out in the balcony, away from the party but the most important part to him was that you confessed your love to him. You wanted to stay with him. "Child of man, if I were reborn, or for every time I was reborn, I would always fall in love with you." With that, you two were about to kiss when-

"MY LORD! Oh, oh my apologies, everyone's been looking for you and we weren't sure if you would be at the tower, the graveyard, or-" "What's the point?" Malleus asked Sebek. Of course, the first year was very outgoing, but sometimes Malleus wished the boy would leave him alone. He was sitting on the Ramshackle roof by the way.

Malleus thanked Sebek for being concerned but asked him to leave him here. Sebek agreed and went back to Diasomnia while Malleus closed his eyes. He wanted to take a nap again, go back and see you look at him with such warm eyes. Ah, his heart was beating so fast and he just wanted to tell you how much he wanted you to stay with him, to love him.

"Malleus! Did you want to come in? I'm trying to bake something and you're welcome to join!" he bolted up when he heard you from below. You were holding a mixing bowl while smiling at him. Jumping down, he smiled and agreed to help you. Ah, if only you knew how much you meant to him. Maybe he'll confess to you there?

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w-wolfhard · 6 months

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hiii :) I love your theme btw

Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.

Thank you <33

JEALOUS by eyedress.

pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler

warning(s) : none.

wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM 🫶 second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO😭 luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry

whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.

everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!

mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.

the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders drop– his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.

when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.

then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.

"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"

he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."

"what does that even mean?"

"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy – he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.

"and why do you think that?"

"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."

"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."

despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."

"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler fluff #finn wolfhard #stranger things #w-wolfhard #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader fluff #✿┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

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oddballwriter · 10 months

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Hi!! So sorry to bother but I’m been fixated on Moon Knight for awhile and I haven’t seen any fics on Tumblr about the moon boys with a plus size!reader. When you had a sec, I’d appreciate maybe hcs about how they’d be with a chubby!reader!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Warnings: There's some mentions of reader being made fun of for their body and weight. Marc needs therapy but he refuses joke. Calling out Jake for being horny and that he would want reader to sit on his face but there's no actual smut or anything like that.

Author’s Snip: As a chubby/plus size person. I adore this request thank you so much, anon

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Steven has hearts in his eyes

He thinks you're so lovely with how soft you are

Literally doesn't mind one bit

Calls you his favorite stress toy because he likes to cuddle and squeeze you when he feels upset or stressed out, so it's endearing

He likes to lay his head on your thighs and stomach because its the softest parts of you

He will fall asleep and take a nap there and it will be the best sleep he's ever had

Him, Marc, and Jake could spend the whole night doing MoonKnight work and all he would need is an hour long nap and he's completely rejuvenated till he's able to come back home and actually get some sleep. It's crazy

Steven of course hates confrontation but would tell someone to leave you alone as soon as they start making comments about you

He hugs you from behind a lot and just stays there for a minute

Something about holding you and feeling how warm and soft you are just fixes everything that's making him upset

It's like a child with a teddy bear or blanket. He just holds you and everything's okay

Marc Spector

"I don't need therapy, I have chubby s/o"

So the whole holding you for a while and everything is okay effect also works on Marc

He could be having an episode where he's closed off and not doing well with communicating his feelings and then you just come in and give him a hug and it helps him come off of it a little

Marc has this habit of grabbing some of your chub or the parts of you that are squishy like you waist or cheeks, sometimes the butt if he's feeling more flirty

He actually doesn't know why he does it either

It's not to be mean. There's just something about holding it that scratches something in his brain just right

Your softness gives him a good amount of free serotonin and dopamine, that is why he uses cuddling and holding you as therapy

If anyone says shit then he's telling them to shut the fuck up with no hesitation

Marc refuses to believe that he falls asleep easily when you hold him. But with the softness of your body, the warmth, and you calmly breathing... he sleeps like a fucking baby

Literally nothing will wake him up, manz is gone

Jake Lockley

Jake Lockley is a man who firmly believes that chubby lovers are where it's at

To him, you being heavy means that you eat good

He is canonically a horny bastard so I think he'd like the extra chub because he also believes in more cushion for the pushin'

He likes to pick you up. It makes his ego bigger to show off how strong he is

Will literally bully someone for making fun of your body and weight

Jake calls guys who don't like chubby women/people "boys" because to him real men like them soft and heavy. If you can't pick them up then start lifting so you can and stop crying about it

When you two cuddle he's the big spoon every time. He likes holding you like that because it feels like he's holding a living pillow with how soft you are

Makes you sit on his lap, all the time, no buts

No you are not crushing him, he has thighs of steel and he's a literal vigilante hero who works with a god of the moon. Sit on his lap. It's fine

His hand is constantly, chronically, on your thigh. And he squeezes it a lot too

He is an ass man, yes, but all parts are good to him

And also, respectively... sit on his face please

If he suffocates that's fine. That's the way the gods intended him to go

Lives by the thickness and would die by the thickness

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Napping With Goku Headcanons | Goku x Reader |

author's note: took a nap and wanted big man in bed with me 🤷‍♀️

pairing: goku x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, will make you want big man in bed with you too

Being the wife of Goku is a daunting task

Cooking for him, cleaning up after him, and not to mention his libido makes him a hard man to keep up with

As a result, you take naps

You tend to frequent at least two a day, sometimes more if you don't have much on your to-do list

Your usual morning routine is typically to make breakfast, tidy up the house, take a shower, and then have a small nap, normally about an hour long

Goku's normally training during the day, so when you get in bed, you're by yourself

But when you start to come to again, the bed is dipped beside you and there's a solid mass slung over you, usually accompanied by snoring

You smile with a soft chuckle, a little yawn escaping your lips while you snuggle in further

He's got to have some kind of nap radar, because Goku is always here for naps

Goku likes tucking his face into your neck, in love with how you smell and finding comfort in it when he needs a little extra help falling asleep

He also presses small kisses to the skin there while he's falling asleep

You're thankfully only partially crushed by his thick, muscled body, as he keeps most of himself on the mattress instead of you since the last time he didn't mind his weight, he got an earful and didn't get to finish his nap

His arm is tightly around you, giving you very little wiggle room. Even when you fall asleep side-by-side, you always wake up in this position

A very low, quiet hum escapes you while you close your eyes and comb through his pitch black hair, occasionally scritching at his scalp with your nails

Goku nuzzles his face further into your neck, his lips brushing a soft kiss against you

Another yawn passes your lips and you squeeze him just a bit

"Mmm... Issit time to get up?" He mumbles every single time he wakes up beside you. He'd be content sleeping all day, if you'd let him

"Hmmm... Not just yet."

"Mkay... Good." He'll pull you just a bit closer to him, moving his head and nuzzling your sleep-warm cheek

"Soft... Warm..." He'll mumble rather adorably, his eyes still closed and voice cloaked with sleepiness

"Mhm." You hold back yet another yawn and lean your head against his, sleep slowly claiming you both again

You only tend to get another thirty minutes of naptime, though, before Goku's poking at your cheek to wake you

"Mmm... Hnn... Hm?" You blink away the blurriness, slowly realizing the wide-eyed, innocent look on your husband's face

"Can we have lunch now? I'm starving!"

At least you still have the 3pm nap

Bonus Headcanons: Napping with Baby!Gohan and Goku

When Gohan is born, the naptime routine is completely shot

The baby is up frequently for nursings, so you're always on alert for him to wake up, and lose out on precious cuddles with Goku, alongside those much-needed winks of sleep

Goku is not meant to be a housewife, as his attempt at sharing the household chores proves. Though you do appreciate his sentiment, and tend to saddle him with the baby so the dishes can be done without something breaking

Sometimes, though, Gohan's naps line up with yours, meaning you can actually do as everyone says to and sleep when the baby sleeps

You'll be nursing him in his rocking chair when he falls asleep, and you've got zero time to fawn over how damn cute your son is when he's asleep

You hurry to the bedroom, careful with Gohan as you climb into bed

pop

"Yes, nap time!"

"Not if you wake him up!"

"Oops!"

Goku strips down to his undies and basically flies under the covers with you, taking little Gohan and laying him on his broad chest, the little bean snuggling in comfortably in his father's warm embrace

He'll pull you into him, a protective hand on the baby's back and the other comfortably rubbing the soft curve of your waist

You lay on your side and curl into his muscled body, linking your fingers with his hand on Gohan's back, the both of you protecting your precious son from potentially rolling off of Goku's chest

Goku will drop a kiss on your forehead and then one on Gohan's before settling into the pillow

You all sleep for a few good hours, smiles on your faces when it's time to get up again

Goku will look down at you with that sleepy smile, blinking slowly with a noise of surprise when you kiss him full on the lips

Napping is his favorite thing to do with you

#goku x reader #goku x you #goku #db #dbz #dbs #headcanons #i want to nap with goku #i am sleepy

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john-get-the-salt · 9 months

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Scrabble (w/bucky barnes)

Imagine: You and Bucky are enjoying a weekend off when you suggest playing a game Buck used to play back in the day. He's not as good as he remembers.

Contains: soft and healed Bucky because he deserves it ok I will personally seriously maim anyone who comes for my favorite soldier

Warnings: Implications of smutty activity, but no descriptors/details

You had never been as content as you were right in that moment.

It was a late Sunday morning and you were in bed, boyfriend curled around you. Bucky was still asleep, scruff tickling your skin and cold toes pressed against your legs. His metal arm rested on your hip, the other thrown somewhere under the mountain of covers.

His metal fingers would flex every once in a while, making you smile as he dreamt. The nightmares had faded significantly, becoming less and less frequent the longer you two were together.

Bucky had a lot of normal dreams now; grocery shopping while naked, being at the dentist, fighting Godzilla-that last one came the night after you watched the old classic.

But he woke up from every one of those dreams with a smile on his face. To him, even the uncomfortable dreams were special. They were a sign of normality.

"I floss," Bucky mumbled, breaking you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, trying desperately not to laugh. But the thought of Bucky arguing with someone about whether or not he flossed was too funny. As you giggled, chest shaking, he began to stir.

He hummed, eyes slowly blinking open.

"Sorry," you spoke softly once you got your laughter under control. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Is everything okay?"

If you weren't already laying down you would have swooned. Bucky's voice was already pretty deep, but his morning voice? Phew.

"You were talking in your sleep again, it made me laugh."

He groaned, tightening his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. "Not again. What was it this time?"

"Flossing."

Bucky chuckled, laying his head on your chest. Your hand automatically moved to his head where you began running your fingers them through his hair.

“My dentist didn't believe I was flossing."

You snickered.

“I could tell, you sounded mad."

"I was. I told him I did it twice a day and he didn't believe me."

You hummed, the room going quiet again as you played with Bucky's hair.

"What should we do today?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"We should do something. It's so rare to have a day off."

"Exactly, so let's just relax."

"I guess I could go for some relaxation."

You continued to weave your fingers throughout his hair, thinking.

"Oh! We could play some board games today. Board games and cuddles and coffee sounds like a good Sunday."

Bucky lifted his head from your chest to give you a sweet kiss. "That sounds perfect."

You slid out of bed, even as Bucky groaned and made grabby hands at you. "I'm gonna put on some coffee and pick our first game!"

There was a chill in the air so you slid on your sweatpants and one of Bucky's hoodies. You happily skipped to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot before moving to the closet that held all the board games.

Bucky shuffled out of the bedroom a few moments later, going straight for the coffee.

"Any game preferences?"

"Whatever you want, babe."

"How about Scrabble?"

"Sure."

You cheered, bringing the game over to the kitchen table where Bucky sat with his coffee and some toast.

"I haven't played this in forever, but it was my favorite growing up. Have you ever played?"

"Well not to brag, but I was a scrabble master back in the day," Bucky puffed out his chest.

“We’ll see about that."

You set up the game, then got yourself coffee and a bowl of cereal before settling at the table.

"Oldest always goes first, so go ahead old man."

Bucky glared but spun the board to face him.

"I'm going to crush you," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He called in a sing song voice while he put down his first word; sweet.

As you were in charge of recording the points, you wrote down his before spinning the board towards you with a sly grin on your face.

“If that's the best you got, you're going down."

"We'll see about that doll."

•

"That's not a word!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it isn't! I've been playing this game way longer than you have and it has never been a word!"

"Last time you played was in the 1930's Buck! Words have evolved!"

Bucky frowned at the board where you had just placed the word Jeggings, branching off of his earlier word Jeans.

"Whatever, cheater. What are the points now?"

"124 to 56."

"See? I'm winning without cheating."

"124 points to me, 56 points to you."

"What?!"

"I'm winning,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.

Bucky crossed his arms, glaring down at the board.

“I can make a come back, just you wait."

"I'm waiting."

"Shut up."

•

"It's okay to give up, Buck."

"I never give up."

You rolled your eyes at your extremely dramatic boyfriend.

The game of Scrabble was nearing it's end. There were no more letters in the bag, and the two of you had only a few letters left. You had finished your turns, electing to take a deduction of 5 points for your remaining letters. But Bucky refused to call it quits and take a deduction of 15 points, claiming 'every point counts.'

"I don't think that J is going anywhere, babe."

It was true. The board was full of crowed words and there was no way he was going to be able to stick a J anywhere.

"Yes it is."

Rolling your eyes you stood up from the couch. "Alright well you work on that and I'm gonna make us lunch."

Yeah, it was lunch time already. That was how long this game had gone on. You bounced around the kitchen, putting together two sandwiches as Bucky continued to sit in front of the Scrabble board and stare in tense concentration.

Walking back into the living room you announced lunch was ready before setting down Bucky's sandwich and a soda. You sat down with your own food, digging in as your boyfriend remained utterly still.

"Buck, you tried your absolute best. But the board is totally full, there's no where for anything else to go."

Nothing.

You continued to eat and Bucky continued to sit and stare at the board. Eventually you finished your sandwich and drink, then Bucky's, before cleaning up the kitchen. Back in the living room the solider was still going strong. As this point you were convinced he was just doing this to get a rise out of you.

But two could play at that game, and you weren't afraid to play dirty.

Sighing dramatically, you stood behind the couch and behind where your boyfriend was sat in silence.

"Do you think the AC is broken? I feel like it's getting a bit hot."

Nothing.

"Maybe it's just me, but I swear it is hot in here."

Nothing.

Huffing, you slipped your sweatpants off and swung them over his head and across the living room.

Nothing.

Glaring at the back of his head now, you took your shirt off and threw that in the same direction as the pants.

Nothing.

Gritting your teeth, you then took off your undergarments and tossed them too.

NOTHING.

Throwing your hands up in the air you shouted, "Unbelievable!"

Stomping now, you moved around the couch and stopped directly in front of the coffee table and Bucky with his head down. You crossed your arms, jutted out your hip and tapped your foot.

"Buck?"

He refused to look up, and for a moment you really considered just strangling him.

In a last ditch effort you said, "Alright! You win, Buck. You win."

His head shot up, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Really? I-" His voice died off as he took in your current state.

"You-" he gulped, hands clenching and unclenching.

You grinned wickedly, enjoying his reaction. "I said you were the winner. Was I lying, sir?"

You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides.

And not a moment later Buck had you over his shoulder as he headed back towards the bedroom.

A perfect Sunday indeed.

#imagine #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #avengers

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fatuismooches · 9 months

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Dottore with a stoic and buff but absolute puppy inside reader? 🥺🥺 Like on the outside, they have this irritated frown on their face all the time, but here they are forcing themselves into his lap while he's trying to work?? Especially when they're taller than him and it just looks silly... Picking him up and carrying him around!! (Even when he shrieks about putting him down because it's humiliating) Setting him down onto their lap and squeezing him, nuzzling into him and pressing little kisses all over his face... They're definitely more brawn than brains... but that's useful for when he needs materials from monsters! Except for the fact that they are eepy. Cat naps everywhere!!! Dottore spots them sleeping on the floor of his lab? He can't walk past them or else they'll pull him down by the ankles and force cuddle him on the hard floor. (It's a wonder they can even sleep on such a hard surface...) They whine and pout about being forced to go out to get materials for him, but they'll do it if it means they get to cuddle later!! They definitely bug his segments too! They will scoop a few of them up and force them into a cuddle pile (No amount of biting or yelling will stop them) Dottore is also definitely a bit bugged about them being taller than him... (I imagine when he was still in the akademiya, he was very bothered when they grew taller than him..) His subordinates probably fear them a little bit... considering their stature, and their whole demeanor of looking like a threatening hound personified. But then they see them with Dottore and they're like '???' They walk past him and casually press a kiss to his cheek? They slump over him from behind, pressing their whole weight into him and whining about wanting to nap with him?? Dottore is honestly rather amused at how... submissive they are? So threatening in appearance yet they'll do whatever he says (even if they pout and whine a little about it) especially in bed too... Overall, Dottore still loves them, even if you don't realize they're own size and weight and the fact that they are basically crushing him... This got so so long, I'm so sorry, but I am full of thoughts and they are overheating my brain 😭😭😭 (Also, have you seen the Neuvillete drip marketing? He is so 🤤🤤 It's something about blue men..)

NO NO DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE EACH AND EVERY PART OF THIS MY BRAIN IS OVERHEATING WITH YOU...

PICKING UP DOTTORE... YES PICK UP THE DOCTOR. I bet the first time this happened was during the Akademiya when he wouldn't leave his desk. So you just, you know. Picked him up. To which he was confused for a split second as to why he was off the floor and then started yelling at you not so-pleasant things to release him this instant!! (You force him into bed and prevent him from leaving with your sheer strength. Zandik has to give up eventually. It becomes a habit of yours anyway because it's effective and funny. He tries to get away while you're sleeping but your arms are very strong)

I love the word eepy tbh 🥺 There's no place in the lab where you haven't slept! You've fallen asleep on a dissection table once and the clones nearly mistook you for a test subject! 😭 You'll have to take some of his accessories off for a nap though lol they're probably a bit uncomfy to lie on.

CUDDLE PILE WITH THE CLONES IM CRYING. They're fighting over who gets to spoon you and who gets to be spooned by you 😭 Who gets to lie on your chest?? Clearly one of the most serious arguments in the lab. And omg YEA Dottore would be like wtf are u serious?? When he sees how you're taller than him. Even after the Akademiya he's quite tall but still not as tall as you so at some point he just gives up being mad and accepts it. The clones are still spiteful about it though.

Another day of reader acting as if Dottore isn't the biggest menace and threat to Teyvat 💖 and another day of the subordinates being scared of both of you but also having to keep an expressionless face when you do stuff like that and somehow aren't killed on the spot <3 They get whiplash when you seem so cold but then turn to all smiles and jumping when you see the mad doctor <3

#smooches talks #suggestive.content #dottore love notes <3 #and yes ive seen neuvillette's drip marketing... bro is majestic gorgeous breathtaking #HE WILL COME HOME!!#i am a very tiny human but nonetheless i am eating up these hcs #ILL PICK HIM UP ANYWAY!!!#dottore would def find your personality amusing #oh so youre willing to do all of this... for a kiss?#extremely strange but he'll do it (for a price)

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

🌿INFP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Aquarius Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ I think you would be a servant at the castle. Maybe a maid/cleaner, who attends to everyone in the royal family.

⭑ You’re very close to Guinevere and tell her everything - including your crush on Merlin.

⭑ She encourages you to talk to him, but you don’t want your friendship to become awkward.

⭑ Little did you know, Merlin felt the exact same about you. But Guinevere didn’t want to disclose anyone’s secret (she’s a good friend in that way). So she was doing everything she could to set you two up

⭑ And she would mOST DEFINITELY get the knights involved

⭑ Merlin is the type of person to nod at you when you’re talking in a group and no one seems to be listening.

⭑ He doesn’t want you to get involved in anything dangerous, so he was so hesitant to tell you the truth about him. But when your relationship progresses, he can’t keep it from you any longer

⭑ HE ALWAYS KEEPS HIS GODDAMN PROMISES MAN. Will literally travel without any sleep, or stopping, if it meant keeping his promise to be home before dinner.

⭑ I feel like your character arc would be from servant to training to knight? Or servant to student to sorcerer?

⭑ Either way, you would definitely have character growth. And Merlin would be so proud of you

⭑ ENDLESS SUPPORT !!! ALWAYS !!!

⭑ Merlin can get jealous, but it doesn’t go very far because he knows you would never hurt him

⭑ He always knows when something is wrong. Even if you’re trying to hide it behind a smile - it won’t trick Merlin.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me-”

⭑ So if you have a problem, you always talk to Merlin about it. Even if you feel like you’re bombarding him with issues, he’ll reassure you that he wants to help you in any way that he can

⭑ You have a really good relationship with Gaius and you often think of him as a father figure

⭑ He so wants you and Merlin to marry, and he can officiate or something

⭑ Always having a part of Merlin whenever he has to leave Camelot; his scarf, a shirt etc

⭑ You don’t like how Arthur treats Merlin at times, but he reassures you that it’s all in good fun

⭑ Always smiling at you from across the room

⭑ Very emotionally mature, and you feel like you can talk to him about anything.

⭑ He loves being the big spoon; it makes him feel like he can keep you safe (and obviously he does keep you safe) but a lot of the time he feels like he isn’t man enough

⭑ Definitely reads to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so soothing

⭑ LOVES CUDDLES, GODDAMN. He’s like a lap cat; his favourite place is with his head on your lap, and your fingers in his hair.

⭑ Massages the back of your neck when you’re sitting next to each other

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ The Gomez & Morticia Adams (loving and devoted, you top)

✧ Shy/Insecure x Thinks The Other Is Incredible

✧ Energetic & Enthusiastic x Love To Be Encouraged

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ You’re his first - for basically everything. Kissing, touching, sex etc.

⭑ He loves to hear you moan, because it means he’s doing something right

⭑ MERLIN WOULD LOVE TO BE PEGGED / IS A BOTTOM

⭑ Uses his magic to enhance your sensitivity

⭑ Merlin loves to hear how well he’s doing;

“You’re doing so good for me baby,”

⭑ Sex isn’t too serious, it’s mostly light-hearted and lots of giggling and smiling

⭑ He absolutely ADORES your body and sees you as a goddess. You’re so beautiful to him

⭑ He loves seeing you naked; every bump and curve seem like a gift from some sort of love god. ‘What did I do to deserve someone so glorious?’ He often thinks.

⭑ He makes the most wonderful noises when he’s being sucked off

⭑ But his specialty is eating you out. The way he uses his tongue, his fingers ... he loves making you feel pleasure. It gives him such an ego boost.

#merlin bbc #merlin bbc headcanons #bbc merlin headcanons #bbc merlin #bbc merlin moodboard #merlin #merlin x reader #merlin headcanon #headcanons #dating would include

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lumpyrock · 10 months

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36 questions to fall in love (well, maybe more than that) Chapter 4

Within minutes of leaving the house, Luigi was asleep. The poor dude needed rest, and who was Bowser to stop him? It didn't matter that Bowser only had himself for company. It was a small price to pay to make sure his crush was well rested.

What was he going to do with him? He said he'd do something bad... that didn't sound good. That might hurt the poor guy! And he didn't want to do that.

The human shifted in his arms, cuddling closer to him. Bowser could feel his face heat up. This was more than a crush brought on by a split second decision in the middle of a battle, this was love.

What if they, you know, dated? Not now, no, it was too soon for that. But maybe in the future? Or were they just friends? I mean, this whole... development came from asking questions that are supposed to make you fall in love! Why would he not be into him?

Oh crap, what if he wasn't into him? That wouldn't be good. That would be pretty awkward to explain to Mario. "Hi! So, I thought your brother was flirting with me, so I kidnapped him!" Okay, kidnapped was maybe a bit of a strong word. I mean, Luigi did give his consent!

Oh no, what if it didn't count as consent? I mean, Luigi was half asleep, and now he was completely asleep! That lawsuit is not going to be in Bowser's favor! Speaking of lawsuits, what if Luigi sued him?! That is not good!

Well, Peach had never tried to sue him and he kidnapped her every other day. Maybe it was because she never had the time, but God, he hoped that it was because he did nothing wrong aside from kidnapping her. Oh God, what if they all team up to sue him?! He could see it now, "Mario, attorney at law, suing Bowser for emotional damage!" It would be weird, but it would be a hit.

He couldn't let that happen. No, he had to make sure Luigi didn't leave. He had to make sure these 36 questions worked.

♡☆♡☆♡

Luigi tossed and turned. Why was it so cold all of a sudden? He had been warm for while but now he was just cold. Ugh, maybe Mario had turned the heat down. That would be just like him, wouldn't it?

That's when he remembered that he had been an idiot the night before. The reason he was cold was because he was in a bloody prison cell! Damn it half asleep Luigi! Why did you agree to this? The man said he was gonna do something bad to you, and guess where you are!

But... it wasn't as cold as a prison cell. Maybe a cage? No, he wasn't sleeping on metal. He was sleeping on a surprisingly soft mattress. Well, if he wasn't in a prison cell or a cage, where was he? Guess the only option was to open his eyes.

Okay, he was, one, facing the wall, two, on a bed with a canopy. That wasn't something you found in a prison cell. He turned around to see the rest of the room. Well, this most certainly wasn't a cell or a cage. This almost seemed like an actual bedroom. That can't be right.

Well, he wasn't tied up, and that was good. But this had to be some sort of trick. Too good to be true. But, he was here, there was no guard as far as he could tell, and no Bowser. Huh. This was certainly a... situation.

Hey, since there were no guards he could escape really easily. Yeah, he was going to do that. He was not gonna wait for Mario to come save him again, he was stronger then he was yesterday (and also not in a cage, but you wouldn't catch Luigi admitting that)! He quietly got out of bed to grab his flashlight from his bag, only to find his bag was nowhere in sight. Ah. That was the plot.

Okay, he could get outta there without his stupid flashlight! But that would be really hard considering he only knew the layout of the front part of the castle and he didn't seem to be anywhere near there. Alright, no problem, just had to go find his bag! Only problem being he didn't know where that would be. Maybe Bowser had it. Probably that. Now he just had to find Bowser, wherever he was.

He crept out of his room into the abandoned halls of Bowser's castle. There was no one else in there. Just him. That made every step he took make an echoing thud on the stone floor, no matter how softly he placed his feet. This place was creepy and echoey and too quiet, like an abandoned church.

He walked aimlessly around those abandoned halls until he heard a familiar voice. The voice (who Luigi was pretending could be anyone other than Bowser) sounded very annoyed. Angry, almost. Like if he was noticed by it, he would die. He wasn't going to escape without his bag, and whoever this very mysterious voice was, probably had it, and he was going to go get his bag.

Luigi snuck closer to the room that Bowser was in, wincing with every loud step he took, though it seemed Bowser didn't take notice. He was finally at the door and he could hear Bowser clearly now.

"What sort of question is that?! How am I supposed to answer?!" Bowser screamed.

"It's quite simple, your loudness. You tell the truth. Also, quiet down! You're going to have the whole castle up in 5 minutes at this rate!" A much more quiet and unfamiliar voice said.

Luigi peaked through the door. Bowser was sitting at a desk with his trusted advisor, Kamak, sitting on the desk next to him. Bowser slammed his hands on the desk and stood up. "I can't tell the truth! The truth is stupid and cheesy!"

"Your lordship, please calm down!" Kamak said, standing up as well to try and quiet him down.

Luigi looked around the room further, trying to find where his bag was. Suddenly he leaned on the door a little too hard and it gave out and he fell to the ground. Inside Bowser's office. He was on the ground in Bowser's office.

"Luigi! What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Bowser said, rushing around the desk to help Luigi up.

Luigi looked up at Bowser, who was holding out his hand to him. All the anger in Bowser's face and voice had melted away. Luigi put his hand in Bowser's. "I-I'm fine, thank you for asking..."

"Sorry if we woke you..." Bowser said, pulling Luigi to his feet.

"No, no! You didn't wake me! I was looking for my bag, that's all!" Luigi took a step back and put his hands up in a false hope of defending himself if worse came to worst.

"Ah, right, sorry about that. Just wanted to read some of the questions, ya know?"

"Oh no, it's alright, I don't mind. What questions were you reading, if you don't mind me asking?" Luigi said, trying to guide Bowser's attention away from the question of why he needed his bag in the first place.

"Well, we were on... Kamak, what question were we on?" Bowser turned to the magikoopa, who had watching this whole debacle from his place on the desk.

"We were on question 13, If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know? And he was yelling about what his answer might be because--"

"Because I wanted to know if I would stay in power all my life!" Bowser interrupted. "But I didn't know if that would be the right question to ask something like that!"

"Ah, that seems like a very... honest answer!" To be honest, Luigi was scared out of his mind. That did nothing to calm his racing heart. Bowser might have been changing, but he was still Bowser. "I just want to get my bag, or I could just leave, if that's what you want! I can just go back to bed and never interact with you ever again..." He was preparing to run at any moment if anything happened.

"No! You don't have to leave if you don't want to! I'll get your bag for you!" Bowser said. He reached to the side of his desk with the chair and grabbed Luigi's bag, passing it to him.

"Oh, um, thanks for that." Luigi grabbed the bag from Bowser's massive claw. He slung it over his shoulder, and just as he was about to leave...

"Hey, can you stay? Since you're already here, I wanted to ask you some of the questions."

Oh great... "Um, sure?"

"That's not an issue for me, you can go back to your room and-- wait, you said yes?"

"Uh, yeah? I mean, what's the harm in it, right?" The harm is your life if you're not careful!

"R-really?! You're not pulling my leg?"

"Nope, no leg pulling here!"

Bowser grabbed Luigi in a single hand, making Luigi let out a little squeak. "Yes!He said yes! Kamak, get off the desk! Luigi needs a place to sit!"

"As you wish, your flir--"

"Now!"

♡☆♡☆♡

And it was back to the same song and dance, only this time Luigi wasn't in a cage, and Bowser was far more invested.

"Alright, you never answered question six."

"You know we don't have to answer every question, right?"

"It doesn't matter, we want to get to know each other better, so we're answering all of them. Answer the question."

"Okay... mind. I want to remember my life."

"Alright, next question. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?"

Luigi's heart froze. Did right now and at Bowser's hands count? "Can you answer first?"

"Eh, I think you should go first."

"No, really, you should really answer first."

"I insist, please go ahead."

"Please, go first."

"This is really going nowhere. Listen, whatever it is, I won't be offended."

"Nor will I if you just answer first."

"What if we just skip this question?"

"Agreed."

An unpleasant silence filled the room as Bowser flipped the page. Luigi absentmindedly picked his knuckle as if gloved, wishing he had remembered them the chaos of last night.

"Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common."

“Well, we both like the same music, and we both have had dates that have not gone so well, and we're both stead fast.”

“Reasonable answer. I think you're right about the music thing, we're both pretty strong, me sightly more than you, and I'm pretty sure we're both afraid of what the other thinks.”

“Definitely.” Luigi looked away.

Bowser paused. “Are you... afraid of me?”

“What?!” Luigi turned. “Me, afraid of you? Never!” It was half true. Sure, Luigi could see Bowser's soft side, and how friendly he could be, but he was also big, and tall... and had claws... and horns... and teeth... but Luigi was getting better!

“I think we're both also terrible liars.”

The atmosphere very quickly became thick and hard to breath. “Oh...” Was all he could say.

“Anyway, for what in your life do you feel most grateful?” That was a quick change of subject.

“Oh, right, questions! Uh, my brother, of course.”

“Of course. For me, my kingdom. Moving on, if you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?”

“I would change the fact that Mario and I have always been heroes.”

“That's not really about how you were raised,” Bowser pointed out.

“Well, aside from that I had a perfectly happy childhood! My parents were great!”

“Seriously? You wouldn't change anything about how they raised you?”

“They were a little pushy.” Luigi looked straight at him, raising an eyebrow for emphasis.

“Point taken,” Bowser said, looking away.

“Well, what about you? Would you change anything?”

“Where to start? Everything! I wish my parents died in an explosion while I was still a baby, or I wish they decided to just never interact with me! I wish Kamak was the one who raised me!”

Luigi paused, struggling to find the right words to respond. "I-I'm really sorry..." He finally managed to say.

“They hated anyone who wasn't them. But they're dead now, and Kamak is a better dad then mine ever was.” Bowser looked away... “My god, that was so depressing!” He groaned. “I'm sorry I told you all that!”

“I-I think it's fine.”

“If I ever have kids, I want to be better to them then my parents were to me.”

“That's... really good of you...” Luigi picked up the questions.

“What are you doing?”

“I think I know what question is next, and I want you answer first.”

“Why?”

“You'll see.” Luigi looked down at the questions. “Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.”

“How will we keep track?”

“I'll try to stop you when I think you've gone over.”

“Okay, I'll try.” Bowser took a deep breath.

“When I was little, my parents didn't really like me. I don't know why, why they were mad at a kid, cause that's what I was. They were more obsessed with controlling their kingdom, and I knew that was important, but, I was a kid and I needed more attention. I mostly was raised by the Kamak. That scared me, not having my parents there with me, to support me.

“That was terrible, but Kamak was always there for me. This is where you and Mario come into the picture. You guys get here and instantly we're battling each other. I don't know why my parents wanted me to fight for Peach.

“I don't know why they wanted me to marry Peach. My mom could have married the Mushroom king, but she didn't. They put it on my shoulders to make potential peace. But all it caused was a bunch of children fighting, and those children grew up to keep fighting. Children shouldn't be fighting for the good of their kingdom.

“That's scary. It was traumatic. Why did they make me to do it? We continue to fight, we fight for so God damn long. You know, it's the same routine, capture Peach, you guys come to save her and we fight. I don't want to be like my parents. My parents, they didn't love me, they were there and that was it, and that was worse.

“You and me, just talking, is so much better. I wish that I could just tell you everything I felt about you, but I only have four minutes to tell you everything from when I was little to now. I feel so alone in my day to day. I guess that's why I still do it, even though they have no control of me now.

“It feels like it's always just me. There's usually no else, just me and Kamak. You agreeing to come back with me has changed that, in a way. I feel like a hole in my heart is filled. I'm sorry if that sounds cheesy. Was that time?”

Luigi blinked. “I'm honestly not sure.”

“Oh,” Bowser chuckled. “Well, what about you? Life story in four minutes, starting whenever you want!”

“Oh, my story's stupid.”

Bowser looked him up and down. “I won't be mad,” he finally said.

“You sure?”

He nodded. “I'm sure.”

Luigi pursed his lips before sighing. “Alright.”

“So my life started when was adopted. My parents said that a Yoshi brought me and my brother to them. I never knew my real parents but, my adoptive parents were my real parents. One day when me and my brother were six, we were playing with Peach because we went to the same school.

“Then you and Kamak came around and you took her and how could we not help our friend? We knew our parents wouldn't like that we were going out on our own to the darklands and want to call the police or her father, and we didn't want our friend to be in trouble. So we went to save her on our own, and that was terrifying.

“You were and are scary. I'm sorry if that offends you. That was traumatizing. I was a weak six year old against the Prince of Koopas! You just coming in here and taking her and while we were playing, that fucked me up.

“I wanted it to go back to before that day, but it never did. The status quo was changed after that. Then we fight for like the next rest of our lives. We've been fighting and fighting since we were children, and that's the worst part.

“All that fighting from such a young age messed me up. And then you decided to capture me, and then I decided to start asking these stupid questions, and then I went back home, and then the status quo was back to normal for a minute! But then you come back in the middle of the night and I decided to come with you, which is the most stupid decision I have made in my entire life. I don't know why I did that. I don't know why you're fascinated with me. I don't know why I am coming back to you again, and just asking you these stupid questions.”

Luigi could see the gears turning in Bowser's head. The koopa tried to form words, but would stop to think before a sound was made. Did he go too far? Was Bowser mad at him? “I'm sorry, forget I said anything,” He said, looking away.

“No, I'm just thinking.”

Luigi didn't hate Bowser, despite what all they had been through. He was confused by Bowser. His emotions towards him were a blur. Sure, he could get why he did what he did, but he still did it! He was scared of him, terrified even, but in the darkest parts of his subconscious, he wanted to be near him! He couldn't help but feel that Bowser felt the same!

“I'm so sorry,” Bowser finally said.

“No, it's alright--”

“No, it's not! I shouldn't have done that to you, no matter what.”

Luigi looked away. “I... I don't hate you...” He whispered.

“What do you mean?” Bowser said as he turned to him, giving him a stare.

“What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? I don't hate you! I don't forgive you, but I don't hate you!”

“Really?”

“Really.”

#oh #I didn't end it where I said I would #it got too long #bowluigi #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #luigi #mario movie #bowser #luigi x bowser #bowigi #bowser/luigi #36 questions au

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seb-reads31 · 11 months

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Diavolo cuddling headcanons with a Tsundere reader ?

Only if your fine with it tho ☆🪻

- cool Anon !🌈⃤

👑Lord Diavolo👑

Tw's - None

Type - Head canons

Genre - Fluff

Comments - AAAAAA, MY FIRST OBEY ME ASKKK. This is completely fine cool anon 🥹🥹 the giant golden retriever with a tsundere? Y e s

Psst! Here's part 2!

Tsundere Cuddles:

👑 So, tsundere's are generally standoffish and mean to their crush, so you two probably didn't start dating until a good while into the program

👑 You're still hesitant to show affection of any kind to Dia, but he understands that's how you are and doesn't push you out of your comfort zone too much

👑 He does it a little every now and then, but with your permission only

👑 Why is this important you may be asking?

👑 Because that is the process of how you got to cuddling in the first place.

👑 Dia more than likely had a conversation with you about cuddling, and whether or not you'd want to try it

👑 You're a tad bit flushed during the conversation 🤭 and I feel like it's a 50/50 chance whether or not you say yes

👑 In the event you say yes, Dia is beaming so much the Devildom now has a sun he's so happy 🥹

👑 If you say no, or that you have to think about it, he'll be a little sad, but would respect your decision because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

👑 Back to yes though cause that's where cute and fluffy stuff is ✨✨

👑 Cuddles are..... awkward to begin with

👑 Dia has never cuddled with anybody so he's more than likely asking the brothers, Barbatos, the other exchange students, reading books, researching online, anything

👑 I feel like Lucifer and/or Barbatos gave the best advice

👑 The advice being "Take it slow, make sure you both are comfortable, don't rush anything," and another little bit but that's the gist of it

👑 Before you two actually do cuddle, he found something that had different cuddling positions, and showed you them and let you pick whichever one you wanted to start off with

👑 Let's just say you chose the most basic one and that's you laying on top of him, his arms loosely wrapped around your back of waist

👑 You're very stiff whenever you first start cuddling, but Dia rubs your back to help you relax, and with your permission, he even runs his fingers through your hair

👑 If you relax the first time you two were cuddling, it's because you fell asleep

👑 This man is so warm and surprisingly soft it's almost unbelievable 🥹

👑 The best sleep either of you had gotten in a while

👑 Now, why did I say both just now? Because he fell asleep too

👑 A good while after both of you fall asleep, Barbatos knocks on the door, and when there's no response he walks in and sees you two fast asleep 🤭🤭

👑 He may or may not have taken a photo of you two... because of how cute you two are cuddling together 🥹🤧

👑 Cuddling will become a somewhat regular thing

👑 You're very nervous about cuddling still because you're a tsundere but you love them so shhhh

👑 It's mostly whenever one or both of you feel stressed and want to relax, or feel needy that day not that you're needy for cuddles though you're needy for cuddles shut

👑 Dia may or may not have gotten that photo from Barbs and set it as his wallpaper but it's fineeeee

Notes - This was so cute- thank you cool anon, I enjoyed writing for the precious prince 🥹🥹

#obey me shall we date #obey me #diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo #diavolo x you #tsundere #cuddling and touching

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Could you write a blurb about being Luke’s sister but dating cutter and nobody knows till world juniors

i think this may be my new favorite ngl

12:07 a.m.

that’s what the clock on your bedside table read when you throw the hotel covers off of your body. it was still a little earlier than what your normal rendezvous had been, but you wouldn’t mind sitting by yourself for a few minutes. after pulling on your slippers, you tiptoe around the room trying not to wake your mother who had long been asleep as you search for your room key.

you undo the lock and slip out, holding your breath as you close the heavy door closed behind you. you shove your hands in the pockets of your pajama pants as you make your way to the elevator, fishing for your phone. the descent to the lobby is spent in silence as most people are in their rooms, having retired for the night while you on the other hand had been waiting for this since you had left each other the night before.

you find the couch you and cutter had pretty much claimed as your own and sink down, crossing your legs and tuning into whatever was on the tv.

12:12 a.m.

eighteen more minutes.

maybe you should have waited longer-

your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of the elevator and you turn your head on impulse. you watch as a familiar head emerges covered by a hood. when he sees you he smiles and you visibly see him pick up his pace. he leans over the side of the couch, “couldn’t wait either, huh?”

“no,” you mumble, eyes following him as he rounds the couch and collapses beside you. immediately he hooks an arm around your knees, “how was dinner?”

“oh, gourmet. snuck you a piece of cake,” he reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a piece of cake that looked similar to a one dollar bill. his cheeks flush, “oops.”

“i really do want to know how you got it smushed down like this, but at the same time i feel like i’m better off not knowing,” you take the cake from his hand and set it down on the table in front of you. “i’m sure it tasted great when it was at its full size.”

“i- you’re just going to have to take my word for it,” he shrugs his shoulders and nods towards the tv, “what program do they have for us tonight?”

“i don’t know, some sitcom,” you lean towards him and send him a smirk, “but it’s your turn to be the big spoon.”

he rolls his eyes and opens his arms for you, “that’s all that you care about, huh?”

“i mean you crushed my surprise cake, the least you can do is cuddle me, cut,” you tilt your head to look at him before puckering your lips. he presses his to your gently and you smile, hugging his waist, “love you.”

“love you more.”

you sit like that for a while, both of you letting out the occasional laugh when something happens on the tv, but besides that you stay in peaceful silence. this is how you had spent the last few nights in halifax, after the team retired to bed cutter would sneak down to the lobby to meet you and you would spend hours down here just being together. it was easy, it was comfortable. there were no cares in the world.

that was until there was the ding of the elevator that you think nothing of until a familiar voice calls out “gauthier!” and you both look up to see your older brother barreling towards the two of you.

“luke-” you try to stop him, putting your hand on cutter’s chest to push yourself up but luke has none of that.

“so this is where you’ve been going?” his face gets redder and you hold out a hand.

“can you be quiet please?” you turn your head towards the receptionist's desk to make sure that he wasn’t causing any unnecessary attention but they seemed to be in their little world. “and what are you talking about?”

“it’s like every other weekend you just disappear and no one knows where you are. you don’t respond to anyone’s calls, anyone’s texts,” he sends cutter a sharp look and you squeeze his hand, “because you’ve been going to boston, huh? that’s what this is.”

“i mean- yeah,” you shrug your shoulders because there was no way that you could hide it any longer. “if it’s any consolation, we waited until you were done with the program before we started anything.”

luke’s eyes only get wider, “why would that be any consolation whatsoever?”

“so we weren’t technically going behind your back because you weren’t there,” cutter offers and luke rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

“you will be-”

“no, he won’t. this is why i wasn’t going to tell you, luke, because i knew that you were going to blow it up into something that it’s not,” you sigh. you spare cutter a glance to find him staring down at his lap and you shake your head, “listen, we’ve been fine this entire time with you not knowing and now that you do know, i’m not letting you ruin this for me. i’m happy, he’s happy. i can make you a fucking excel spreadsheet about it if you want me to.

“but what’s it really hurting, luke? after this, you guys probably won’t be teammates again. we- we love each other and that’s just something that you’re going to have to deal with.”

“i just-” he rubs his hands over his face, “why him? you couldn’t have picked another sport or some guy you found at skeeps drunk off his ass.”

“no, because we’ve been together since senior year.”

“senior year- okay, i need time to process this,” he takes a deep breath and you really wanted to hurt cutter for letting that piece of information slip. luke closes his eyes and holds up a hand like a judgemental parent, “i’m accepting it, not because i want to, but because she’s making me. i swear though, if you kiss around me or any form of affection whatsoever-”

“we get it,” you nod, “you can go to bed now.”

“oh i don’t think i’ll ever be able to sleep again,” he grumbles, swiping your squished cake off of the table and marching towards the elevators mumbling to himself, “senior year? senior year?!”

you turn to look at your boyfriend who looks like he wants to crawl into a hole at that moment, “we could’ve kept that part a secret.”

“i realize that now.”

requests are closed!

#cutter gauthier #blurb weekend #cutterxhughes!sister

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Weak Spot - Chapter 17

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Slice of Life, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Synopsis: Though it hadn't come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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Something was off.

Which was strange because by all accounts everything had returned to normal.

It had been a few weeks since the chase and things were a little too average considering. On your new sliding Donatello scale, you had lake day Donnie at one far end and emotional shut down Don at the other. While your typical Donatello interaction could bob anywhere in-between, prior to that night he’d been trending towards a calm waters. However, now it felt like he had found your spirit level and had purposefully set the thing so the bubble was exactly in the center of the guide lines.

This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing as far as blatantly burying your problems went. That night he’d cuddled you right up until he thought you’d fallen asleep. You pretty much had, but him leaving you, no matter how gently he’d done so, had triggered a latent fear response. It meant you got to watch as he retreated to his side of the bed and stared at the ceiling for too long. Whatever conversation he had had with himself was decided by the next morning. It was something you were slowly picking up on now. Part of you wished you’d noticed sooner, but you had your own matter’s at hand.

They were at least clear; you had two new fears, dark and metal. The latter had been easier to deal with because, oddly enough, it was less tangible. You had never seen the strange objects that had coiled around you, but their sound and texture were unforgettable. In the immediate days following, it had been a struggle to hold a utensil for too long because its cold steely nature sent warning prickles through your fingertips. You had ended up devising a strategy that had you stroking steel sinks and rubbing chrome-laden appliances while sipping your favorite beverages as a means to create a positive reinforcement. You rarely flinched now though you were curious what would happen if you somehow ended up at a herbatarium.

The dark, on the other hand, was unavoidable and you had been utterly immersed in it. You’d impulse purchased night lights in bulk and your roommate had given you quite the side eye when you’d plugged them into every free outlet. For once, she had heeded your pleading gaze and, while that should have felt like a win, you wondered how pitiful you must have looked for her to drop something that should have otherwise been prime teasing material. Aside from that, you now rarely went out after the sun went down if you could help it. Donnie adjusted his schedule to accommodate, but it meant you no longer saw him on weeknights. That paired with his new metric meant he hadn’t offset the loss so you’d only seen him about four times since that fateful night.

It was another reason why his shift had flown under your radar. In the times you had met with him, it felt more like playing out re-runs of prior dates. He was his usual attentive and cynical self, but there was a certain lack of intimacy. The small affections had dried up and spending the night was out of the question. It hadn’t been an immediate red flag; your own sex drive had taken a minor detour, but it was worrisome. You had a feeling he was afraid to touch you so you decided to push a yet unused medium: text.

It had started just before the last time you had seen him. The digital barrier created what you assumed would be a nice buffer for both of you. You waded into the unventured territory small by sending small affections. They were the sort you usually blurted out to catch him off guard. Watching his response bubble boil up and pop repeatedly sent you back to the early days of messaging him. You felt shreds of his usual self as he gave his usual off-kilter commentary on how brash you were. Balancing the scales, you had then peppered in more average texts as to not overwhelm him. His reactions seemed positive and you had a sense he was equally in on what you were up to. That was, at least, until you had had a particularly good day and went to spread the love as you were laying in bed at the end of it. You sent off a provocative selfie and tried to imagine how adept Donnie would be at sexting. It felt like just the thing to get both of you on track until you gaped at his response which regarded only the bed and wishing you a good night.

It had been annoying enough that you left yourself unattended to and followed his instruction with an angry bundling. Cooled by a night’s sleep, you had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and try again with a snapshot of overt nudity from the shower. He hadn’t ignored it that time, but instead advised you that warning was necessary for those kind of images less he open them in public. You’d taken it in stride and followed it up with sultry text which he quickly changed the subject on. It had taken a lot of will power to not throw. You knew for a fact he wasn’t that obtuse and when you’d met him that last time, you’d come on relatively strong as a test. He had allowed it, but that had also been when you fully clocked how metered he was being. He took your advances in stride and with little reciprocation, as if keeping you a mental arm’s length.

It was what brought you to this moment.

You had tried being nice.

Now you were going to piss him off.

You hadn’t decided if that was an overreaction or not.

Your chill friend Kaleb approached with a buddy of his in tow. “Look who I found!”

“He literally knocked.” Beside you on a worn couch, your mutual friend didn’t look up from their phone.

“A figure of speech!” Kaleb waved off the comment and paused to take Donnie in from where he was standing behind you. “What a sight!”

“Woah…” The new friend adjusted the straps on his oversized backpack.

“Not like that.” Kaleb elbowed the friend in scolding jest. “It’s just every time I see this guy he lights up the room.”

“Y/N, you need to watch out. Kaleb is trying to poach your man.” Your phone friend continued to scroll.

“No, no.” Kaleb mused as he wound over to Donnie and gave you a gentle tap on the arm in passing. “He’s got this vibe to him. We’re simpatico. Right, bud?” He held out a hand.

Donnie, who you could tell was on edge being in the new environment, eventually took the extension and was jolted as Kaleb turned it into a chest bump.

“So…” Kaleb’s friend rolled on the balls of his feet. “I brought so many games.”

“Is this everybody?” Your phone friend lowered their device.

“Yep! We aren’t trying to go overboard.” Kaleb gave Donnie a knowing look before releasing him. “Rehash to start us off: welcome to mi casa! The drinks are always cold, the energy is always amber, and if you need anything, you just have to call me captain.” He then winked in a turn so every person could see it before plopping down in a recliner.

“And the games…?” Kaleb’s friend put his weight onto one foot to lean to the side.

“Introductions first, my man!” Kaleb laughed. “Our one-track mind fella right here is D’Kline-”

The man in question opened his mouth and drew out an annoyed vowel.

“Dean Kline.” Kaleb nodded wisely. “Then Colonel Dee, Donatello, Y/N, who I am sorely lacking nicknames for, and, the phone obsessed non-conformist themselves, Eugene.”

“Go ahead and start getting your games out.” Eugene noted, already back on his device.

“I think I’ll just go with your real names for now…” Dean hummed.

“Nice to meet you.” You bobbed your head as you stood. “Drink?”

“Waa-water, yeah!” Dean knealt down at the coffee table, unzipped his bag, and began to stack his game boxes.

Donnie moved only when you entered the kitchen to observe the growing tower.

“You and Kaleb went to high school together, right D’Kline?” You mused, getting three glasses.

“Middle!” Kaleb corrected, kicking his feet up.

“Our parents were already friends before that…” Dean had a scolded edge to his voice.

“Oop, I meant childhood!” Kaleb laughed heartily.

You heard the conversation continue as you filled up the glasses in a specific order. You then capped off one with a straw and grasped the three together to bring them over to the table. “As requested.” You set down an open glass and pushed it towards Dean who took it immediately.

“Thanks!”

You then flopped back into your spot on the couch and held out the lidded cup to Donnie who took it with increasingly narrowed eyes.

Kaleb burst out laughing. “I got that at Margaretville!”

“Water.” You noted, doing little to hide your smile.

Donnie turned the audaciously island themed cup from side to side to read the logo before bringing his lips to the straw. He sipped before reeling away from it with a grimace.

“Mineral water.” You corrected, sipping from your glass daintily before setting it aside.

You could feel Kaleb’s curiosity wafting off of him.

Cutting off the chance at a comment, you leaned forward towards the coffee table. “Let’s start with Uno.”

Kaleb’s recliner creaked as he shot to attention.

Eugene lowered their phone and you could feel them boring their gaze into the side of your head.

“Oh…” Dean started sadly. “I was kinda hoping we could try So Clover! It’s really fun, you-”

“It’s gonna be that kinda game night, huh!?” Kaleb cut him off. “Let me get it!” His recliner squeaked as it rocked with the disappearance of its occupant.

“But…?” Dean looked around helplessly.

“And here I thought we were gonna play dumb word games.” Eugene chided.

“They’re not dumb!” Dean looked offended.

Donnie set his cup down right in front of you and entered your space to glare you down.

“Have you played before?” You blinked up at him, nonplussed.

“No.” You could feel the sharp daggered edges of a second question there but the new environment kept him from asking.

“It’s fun.” You smiled and turned as Kaleb shuffled back in holding the small package with both hands.

“Here we go. D’Kline you deal!” Kaleb passed off the precious object.

“Alright.” Dean took the cards and opened them up while already explaining the rules with the usual house additions.

You stood and motioned for Donnie to take your seat.

Trying not to split his attention, but clearly wary, he did so.

Everyone else squished around the coffee table as Dean dealt the cards and you sat down on the floor beside the dealer.

A game started up and, quick as usual, Donnie picked up how to play immediately. The round got into full swing and Kaleb was regaling the group with a story from his little league days. You played quietly, dropping colored cards and drawing when necessary. Eugene played the first reverse earning a comical holler from Kaleb who played it off as he had the cards necessary. On your next turn you ended up having to draw four, but you were biding your time. Across from you, Donnie’s hand was rapidly depleting.

Smiling to yourself, the game continued on with Kaleb and Eugene gunning for one another. Dean had amassed a huge amount of cards during a swap and was muttering to himself gravely about playing another game. Ignoring him in favor of watching Donnie, you saw the shift in his hand. You played green in his favor and with Dean able to continue that, Donnie placed his penultimate card.

“Uno.”

“Uno-“ Donnie snapped his gaze up to you.

“Ooooh!!” Kaleb whooped.

“Draw two.” Eugene grinned at Donnie.

“Good job.” Dean side eyed you and nearly dropped his hand.

“Just paying attention.” You hummed and pretended all your focus was in your deck.

Donnie drew two cards and the game continued on.

It took two more passes until you had what you were looking for. With Dean in between you and Donnie, he would be collateral damage. You imagined he didn’t mind much as he hadn’t wanted to play in the first place. You played a skip card on him and the man indeed seemed relieved that he had more time to organize what was essentially a deck. It also caught Donnie off guard who had clearly been waiting for Dean to play something specific, but had to shift his timeline.

You chose only violence after that. Completely abandoning winning for only tearing Donnie down. Between skips, color changes, and reverses, you watched as Donnie’s hand tightened around his growing fist of cards. You ended up swapping hands with Eugene who commented on how you could have won if you had done something different in your last round. You feigned innocence and could feel Donnie staring at you.

You ignored him and he reached across the table to take your water. You pretended not to watch as he chugged the entire glass in one go and slammed it down as if he were in a bar.

“I’m about ready to bow out.” Kaleb joked to Eugene with wagging eyebrows.

Eugene kicked the recliner. “Maybe while they tear each other apart we can sneak a win.”

“Huh?” Dean looked up curiously.

Your turn came and you reversed the flow away from Donnie yet again.

Dean huffed and Kaleb drew with a chuckle. Donnie selected a card and held it up. Eugene eyed it before placing their card down. Donnie then immediately played his selection and went back to watching his hand.

“Uh…” Dean eyed Donnie before looking helplessly at you. “Did he…?”

“It’s your turn.” You nodded, refusing to look at Donnie.

Dean played and Donnie held up his next card. The others exchanged looks and continued on. Donnie placed his card while only looking at you. Resisting his call, you only checked the pile to see that he had played accurately. It was strange, but you kept course and changed the color much to Kaleb’s complaint. Pre-selecting his card for a third time, Donnie had accurately guessed that Eugene would change it yet again before his turn.

You soured. “I didn’t think it needed to be said, but cheating is against the rules.”

“That was implied.” Donnie responded coolly as Dean played.

“Checking other’s hands is considered cheating.” You clarified and slammed down a card of the same color.

“Kaleb, I think your guest is accusing you of being unsportsmanlike.” Donnie glanced over at said man.

Kaleb’s eyes were the size of dinner plates. “The rule of the house is good vibes only.”

“Oh man, Cor’s going to be so mad she missed this.” Eugene eyed their phone.

“She’s kinda…” Dean grimaced.

Donnie played another pre-selected card.

You finally shot a glare in his direction.

This time he was the one to pointedly avoid it.

“You’ve met her?” Eugene rose a brow.

“One time we went out for drinks…” Dean tilted his head to gesture at Kaleb.

You drew a card.

Donnie held one at the ready even though his turn was still two away.

“That girl’s wild!” Kaleb laughed.

Eugene played a reverse. “What happened?”

“We’re talking about this!” Donnie waved his selection and you played your card while glowering at him.

“Only she lost, but somehow I feel like we all did…” Dean hummed and placed his card carefully while adjusting the stack.

Donnie slapped his selection down and it again was a perfect play.

You put your hand face down and stared at him. The other voices fell away as they continued the story and you watched Donnie lean back into the couch in wait. It was like he wanted you to pick up on something, but you weren’t sure what. You had been succeeding in your night’s mission, but he’d turned the tables. The game was almost entirely based on luck. If he really wasn’t checking hands, then what outlandish method had he come up with to ensure he knew exactly what everyone had?

You paled.

“You’re counting cards.” You mumbled horrified.

“Say what?” Kaleb’s head snapped to you.

Donnie only rose one brow the barest amount.

It was a confirmation for you alone.

“This isn’t poker.” Eugene rolled his eyes.

Dean brought his hand up and looked over it as if it offered him protection.

“No shit?” Kaleb spun the other way to look at Donnie.

“That’s not possible.” Eugene turned as well.

“How could it be?” Donnie wondered, still staring at you.

“Kaleb.” You broke eye contact to look at your hand.

“Yeah?” The man hummed, still studying Donnie.

“How about we let D’Kline here win?” You gave a lopsided smile.

“Me? Huh?” Dean perked up.

Kaleb turned with growing glee. “Hell yeah.”

“It’s like you don’t even think I have a chance.” Eugene bemoaned with a totally flat voice.

The game shifted again. It took a few more rounds until Eugene relented to join the cause. It meant the full force of the table banded together to defeat Don by leading the game in Dean’s favor. It came down to a narrow margin, but Donnie’s intellect won out. It concluded the comically long game of Uno with him as the winner. The others split off for a break from the intensity while you had a silent conversation with Don.

The man raised his brow and you could hear his voice ask what you were doing.

You shrugged back from where you were collecting cards as if to say you were just playing.

He leaned forward and gripped his hands loosely from where his elbows tented them across his knees in a way that questioned your validity.

You tapped the deck once to straighten it before shooting him a sharp glance that asked the same of him.

Donnie looked away as Kaleb returned to his recliner.

“What’s next?” Kaleb looked pointedly at you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Dean perk up. It almost made you feel bad when you said, “Monopoly.”

Dean visibly collapsed.

In the back of your mind you made a mental note to make it up to the guy for your very poor first showing.

“We are playing for blood tonight!” Eugene rose their voice uncharacteristically.

“D’Kline, can you get it?” Kaleb didn’t even look back.

Dean grumbled and disappeared into an attached bedroom.

“After this has got to be Mario Kart, right?” Eugene was nearly vibrating.

“I don’t have enough spare controllers.” Kaleb sighed.

“I can run home.” Eugene seemed desperate.

“Know how to play this one?” You looked to Donnie with a veiled expression.

“I know enough.” Donnie stood, commandeering your glass to get more water.

Against the loud protest of his rocker, Kaleb leaned down toward you. “Who’s side should I be on? Me and you got time, but your boy’s got heart.”

You knew for a fact that no matter how quietly Kaleb whispered, Donnie could still hear him. Regardless, you softened at Kaleb’s care. “No sides. It’s up to you.”

“Bet.” Kaleb leaned back and let the recliner rock him into position.

Dean returned and got to work laying out the board. Donnie took the top hat, Dean got the shoe, Eugene picked the iron, Kaleb called the car, and you chose the little dog.

“House rule: free parking lot?” You asked though you already knew the answer.

“Yup.” Eugene mumbled, eyeing their phone.

Kaleb nodded as he sipped the straw on a drink he’d prepared.

“Shouldn’t we…?” Dean looked at Donnie.

“Explain it.” Donnie chuffed and waited for Dean.

“We set aside money that goes to whoever lands on Free Parking.”

“All money paid into the pool, actually.” You corrected.

Dean’s lips moved like a fish without water.

“Vicious.” Eugene grinned manically.

Donnie’s snout crinkled the littlest bit. “Fine.”

“Let’s play.” You rolled the dice first and Kaleb ended up winning the roll.

A slower game to get into the grove of, easy conversation was shared about work. Only half paying attention, you could tell Donnie’s gears were turning. This was a game designed for someone like him. You assumed he already had a 50 year plan for some capitalistic take over as his play style was already tending toward ruthless. You imagined him down the line, brokering for properties with Dean who’s very life was on the line if he didn’t agree. You on the other hand, were playing on full impulsivity. You weren’t exactly sure why, but you had this feeling. You bought every property you landed on to the point where Eugene, who was acting as banker, actually urged you not to as it would leave you with only one five bill. You ignored him and purchased the property while Kaleb let out a low whistle.

The game went around and it was obvious that Donnie saw the whole board as one to be manipulated. He’d already bought Kaleb out of one property and was one card away from at least three color sets. The others sat back to the game’s long duration and seemed unaware of the wolf among them. You earned back some money by the cards benevolent graces and Donnie caught his first set. He immediately started to adding houses and that’s about when the others realized the dire straits they would soon be in. You rounded the board safely without paying too high a penalty just before Donnie acquired all the yellow properties.

Eugene groaned loudly as Donnie immediately started building up that territory. The game went around again and the change was palpable. The idle chatter had fallen off as the players now were desperately doing the mental math of which dice rolls were taboo. You landed on one of Donnie’s properties and pretended not to sweat as you paid nearly all you had saved back up. Eugene fretted for you as Dean took his turn. In two more rounds, Donnie had a veritable fortress on half the board and everyone was on desperate edge. You hit Connecticut and paid a pitiful amount to Dean. Donnie went and was up to hotels and, on Eugene’s turn, they landed right on that newly furnished property. Eugene barely clung to life as Kaleb collected $200 for passing Go. It was back to you and, as you picked up the dice, you could feel it.

Looking across the board, Donatello smirked as there was a very real chance you’d be out the game if you rolled high enough. You smirked right back as you dropped the dice. It wasn’t something you could fix and it just felt like the planets aligned as the pair rolled to their final positions. You scarcely had to look down to count it up, already knowing where’d you landed. Kaleb specifically was still doing the math and you skipped your little Scottie dog along. Eugene let out a single dry chuckle and you dropped the pup right on free parking.

In a flash, everyone’s eyes hit the enormous pot collected on the board. It was not only the culmination of play, but Donatello’s own demise as it was everything he had done to fortify his holdings. The corners of his mouth drooped as you reached over to collect the cash. It took two trips and a ton of organizing. Banker Eugene was preening his mental uniform when you looked up. You beamed them a bright smile before going so far as to crack your knuckles.

“Alright.” In a flash, you had your own double color holding and had stacked the properties high in a single turn. The others sweated bullets as more than half the board was now a landmine. Double checking to make sure you were satisfied, you blinked cutely over to Donnie. “I think I’m all done.”

He was crouched forward with a rage-filled fire burning in his pupils.

“I’m not gonna make it.” Dean wheezed and rolled. He ended up in jail and thanked whatever god he acknowledged for it.

Donnie went and narrowly missed your new monopolies.

Eugene was next and skipped right from the frying pan and into the fire by landing on one of your not built up properties. “Fuck you.”

“Count it out.” You rose up on to your knees.

“Kaleb, fucking help me.” Eugene grit their teeth and collected up their money.

“Oh boy…” Kaleb groaned.

In the end, Eugene was only able to stay in because they gave you Park Place. It meant you had all the blue spaces and just needed to wait out Kaleb to stack them as well.

Kaleb threw the dice as if they burned him and found he landed on his own railroad.

It moved to you where you easily skipped Donnie properties for your own before making good on that increased infrastructure.

Dean happily failed to get out of jail and Donnie went next.

He landed on a property of yours and paid a pretty penny. He seemed unruffled, but you could see the fringes of frustration clinging to him. You had bet your entire game on nothing but luck which in and of itself was irritating to Donnie. That paired with the fact that this gambit had played out while systematically dismantling everything he worked for had to be an incredible blow for his pride.

Eugene feebly took their turn and was knocked out by Dean on Connecticut. As if having actually gone destitute, they dropped their head in their hands. Kaleb patted them on the shoulder and offered to make them a drink after his turn. He took his and again narrowly managed to survive to roll again another day. You added a few more hotels as Kaleb departed to get a glass.

When he returned, Dean was still in jail and Donnie had just rolled a pathetic number that placed him on another of your properties. He threw the money across the board at you and the unraveling was becoming more apparent by the second. Eugene nursed their drink as Kaleb rolled and the final dice came to a painful halt that read he’d be staying the night at Hotel Chez Donatello. Donnie accepted the cash and, though he didn’t look at you, you could tell his anger was all being sent in your direction now that he had some padding to his pockets.

You took up the dice and looked to find your chances of escaping Donnie’s clutches to be relatively low. He had clearly calculated this as well and was a predator laying in wait. You stared right at him as you mimed kissing the dice before throwing them out. As if cosmically on your side, the others leaned forward and jumped for joy as you somehow threaded the needle and landed on Kaleb’s railroad. Donnie’s face remained neutral, but you caught the way he fisted his slacks.

Kaleb rolled and he made the saddest face possible as he landed on your property.

“You don’t have to pay.” You sent him a smile.

“For real?” Kaleb’s lips did a somersault for joy.

“There has to be an exchange!” Donnie snarled and jammed a finger into the board.

Eugene inched away from him on the couch.

“Make me one of those drinks then?” You were downright beaming.

“Done!” Kaleb made a zany face as he hopped out of his recliner.

You rolled and landed on your own property having maxed everything out. “Ah, the best part about coming home to rest is knowing how easy it was to win!”

Donnie muttered something and Eugene hit the opposite edge of the couch.

Dean went and freed himself from prison much to his own dismay.

It was Donnie’s turn and you felt like he might have crushed the dice to dust had he not tossed them. They landed him on your property and you could tell by the way Eugene was eyeing him that his funds were getting tight. There was something especially venomous about the clean way he stacked the bills precisely in front of you that contrasted how he’d tossed them earlier.

You added it to your till and Kaleb passed you a drink.

“A vodka cranberry.” He sang and sat. “How’my doing?”

“You’re alive.” Eugene grouched.

“We’re alive.” Kaleb quivered his lip and held out one die to Eugene.

Eugene took it with their own watery look and together they threw the pair. It ended up being Kaleb’s demise as he landed on Donnie’s most expensive property.

“C-Colonel Dee. Carson Deely! Dee-man…!” Kaleb plastered on a fake smile.

“You have been removed from the nickname stage.” Donnie looked up at the man from where he was craned over the board.

“I-What?!” Kaleb paled.

You winced.

You hadn’t considered collateral damage on Donnie’s part.

“You will pay in full.” Donnie turned his head incrementally and he practically oozed malevolence.

Kaleb and Eugene scrambled to make the bill. “I-I-I-“

“You can sell your property back to the bank and cover it.” Eugene looked up desperately.

“Sell to me and I may leave you with a single note.” Donnie tilted his head. “Or wait and I’ll purchase them anyway.”

“It’s not your turn next.” You corrected.

He glowered at you openly with enough wrath that you shrunk back against your will.

The plan was definitely working.

“The bank.” Kaleb agreed and passed the properties to Eugene before paying the rest of the cash to Donnie. “I’m out…” Kaleb dropped his desolate face for one of joy and scooped up his cocktail. “What a ride!”

“Teller, I’d like to buy the railroad.”

Eugene nodded and the funds were exchanged. You then rolled and landed on another of your properties.

Dean went next and got Community Chest. He pulled a Get Out of Jail Free card and collapsed onto the bit of table not occupied by the board.

All attention shifted to Donnie as he didn’t immediately take his turn. You looked and, while he’d been very cagey about his money prior, you could now glimpse that even with Kaleb’s endowment, he had very little. Depending on where he landed he would either be close to out or gone in another turn. Narrowing in on him, you saw the dart of his pupil as he did any multitude of calculations. “I’m purchasing Baltic.”

Eugene’s brows knit. “You sure?”

Donnie simply turned to him and Eugene reeled back. He snatched up the card offered and paid them before rolling. He landed on one of your more average properties and you saw cracks forming. It sucked up nearly everything he’d just earned and there were very few bills peeking out from his pile.

You took a long drag from your straw before rolling again. Chance advanced you to Go and you collected your cash.

Donnie’s knee bounced.

Dean took the dice and also got a Chance of his own where he was paid 50 measly dollars.

Donnie reached for the dice and Kaleb caught Eugene’s hand. From his current position, Donnie only had about a 30% chance of hitting your properties, but it would be enough. You sort of wished you knew the game by heart so you could see if selling his stakes would be enough to save him.

The dice left his hands.

Luck had been on your side.

He landed on Boardwalk.

“Pay up.” You brought your head up to smirk.

Donnie reached for his bills when his hand halted.

You didn’t need to know what the properties were worth.

He did all the math for you.

All you needed to see was the exact moment he realized he didn’t have enough.

It was divine.

“Aw…” Your voice raised several octaves. “Don’t have enough?”

Donnie’s hand shook from where it was hovering.

You took another languid sip from your straw. “Wow, must be tough to know you were beat by superior players.”

Donnie launched himself over the table.

Your arms shot out and your drink left your hand.

The last thing you saw was Dean in motion before Donnie’s weight collided with you.

The two of you slid all the way across the hardwood floor into a nearby wall.

There was then a resounding clatter and you opened your eyes deliriously to watch as monopoly money floated through the air.

Kaleb let out a roar and shot out of his chair.

You looked down at Donnie to find him watching you with huge eyes. There was an open confusion there as he hadn’t quite put together what happened. You didn’t feel any pain despite being halfway across the room and found yourself bundled in his arms with his face to your chest. Staring at his owlish form, your lips wrinkled until you burst out laughing.

The others joined in and you throttled Donnie by squeezing his head in a tight hug. He slapped at your back for it and you released him.

“You sore fucking loser!” Eugene choked, unable to keep either his giggles or beverage where they were supposed to be. “Y-You think n-no one would notice y-you flipped the fucking b-board!?!”

“I-I did no such thing!” Dean stuttered before folding his arms. “I-It was him!” He unfurled only long enough to throw an accusatory finger at Donnie.

The two started arguing where Eugene could barely keep themselves together and you brushed Donnie’s cheek. He’d retreated into an open grouch and you dropped your voice just for him. “Welcome back, stranger.”

“Don’t welcome back the man who attacks you.” He tried to pull away and you leaned harder into the wall to trap his arms there.

“Nuh uh!” You tutted.

He hoisted himself up with his core alone to look you in the eyes. “Let go.”

“I’m fine.” You refused to shrink back. “I wanted you to do that; I was egging you on.”

His eyes widened slightly.

You realized he hadn’t recognized that.

Your heart dropped.

Despite his own suspicions and everything you’d done, he’d still placed his faith in you.

Overreaction it was.

“Y/N.”

“Look.” You brought your arms away from him in a show. “You didn’t hurt me at all.”

“Because I was holding ba-ck!”He hitched the final word, but it was already too late.

He hadn’t meant to say it.

You took a turn with widened eyes. “I knew it!”

You accusation carried way above the whispered tones you had been talking in.

You both felt feel the other eyes in the room.

“Omigosh!” Kaleb yelled at the ceiling. “Eugene and D’Kline, and not Donnie and Y/N because they totally already know this and don’t need to move from that spot so they can keep talking about whatever it is they’re talking about, did you know that my fire escape works exactly like a balcony!?”

“Uh yeah… We’ve been best friends our whole lives…” Dean wondered aloud as Kaleb ushered him to a nearby window.

“Wow! You’ve never seen it either!? Let me show you!” Kaleb forced the jamb open and shoved the rest out amongst mild protests.

You stared blankly until Donnie wrenched himself free while you were distracted. “Hey!”

“What do you want?” He was about to get on his knees to stand so you caught two fistfuls of his sweater.

“We’re talking about this!”

“About what?” He seethed. “About how yet again I can’t control myself in front of you? About how I leaped at you over a fucking child’s game?”

You softened, but didn’t let go. “You’ve been holding back.”

“Ah yes, the proclamation I’ve been excelling at, he said sarcastically.” He scoffed.

“No.” You tugged on him. “You lost control more easily because you’ve holding too much back! Sound familiar?”

“We’re not having that conversation again.”

“We are.”

“This is different.”

You yanked him until your noses were almost touching. “No, actually. The cause may be different, but you are not immune to making the same stupid mistake twice. If you’re going to keep being dumb then, spoiler alert, the same hashing out happens. These problems don’t fix themselves overnight!”

He sneered at the indignity.

“Don.”

Struggle tinged his features.

“I have a pretty good guess if you’re not going to start us off.”

“Every time I touch you I see your horror-stricken expression.”

You blinked.

It had taken so little prying.

You looked down to where you were holding him and released. He inched back some and smoothed out the fabric.

“That’s…”

What could you do about that?

“I’m not going to break.” Resisting the urge to soothe him, you held a fist at your chest.

He looked at the pair quietly. “That easily, you mean.”

“You think the more time I spend with you, the more you’re going to break me?”

“Look what I’ve done so far.”

“You warned me that you’ll take until there’s nothing left.”

He looked at you with trepidation. “I did not intend that to be carved off in pieces.”

“It’s not like that.” You pleaded with your eyes.

“You’re afraid of the dark!” His teeth bared as he bit down on the final word.

You flinched.

“And…” You could almost see the memory pass through his vision. “…the way you cried. Utterly broken…”

You looked down.

Just like with you, the feelings were as irrational as they were valid.

“I’ve forgiven you.” You started slowly. “Can’t you forgive yourself?”

“No.” It was resolute and tinged with malice.

You also couldn’t make him.

You squeezed your hand tighter.

“Then can you at least not pull away?” You tried to catch his eye. “Please.”

He dodged your gaze. “I’m here, am I not?”

You reached up to get his attention and he begrudgingly looked at you. “Donatello.”

He chuffed.

“Yes, technically you’re right here with me, but you also aren’t. The holding back is a half measure and what you’re doing isn’t dealing with the issue. You’re avoiding it… which means avoiding… me.”

He thought it over.

“The ‘welcome back’ line was because you haven’t held me since.”

“That hardly counts.”

Your lids dropped. “It’s the best I’ve got.”

He was slow to move, but when he did he reached out. His fingers neared your arm and you saw a flicker of hesitation.

You leaned away. “You don’t have to.”

“There is a clear contradiction here.” His brows knit.

“I want you to touch me, but I always want that. Before this…” You made a gesture between you. “I understood it wasn’t something you always wanted too. Was it an issue then?”

He seemed to think otherwise so you gave him a quick poke of displeasure.

“What I mean is: you adjusted your schedule because, for the time being, I don’t feel comfortable being out after dark, right?”

“Of course.”

You pursed your lips. “Not because you did that, but because I feel the same way; I don’t want you to force yourself to touch me until you’re comfortable doing so.”

That clicked for him and he studied you. “Then why make me angry?”

“Because I wasn’t getting through to you. You decided this all on your own and refused to acknowledge it was happening!” You closed your eyes and sighed. “It was petty and I thought it could break through to you. Which it sort of did…”

He relented with a nod.

“I shouldn’t have done it, though…” You squeezed your hand again as the urge to touch him swept through you. “I probably could have just cornered you and you would have opened up… In hindsight, it was pretty shitty.”

There was another lengthy pause before he turned his hand over so the palm was facing up and held it out to you.

You heeded him by just lightly touching your fingertips to his.

He held steady as if testing the exchange before slowly shifting to enclose your digits under his thumb in a light hold.

“This isn’t an excuse, but the positive reinforcement I tried before this kinda blew up. I jumped to an extreme because I was upset.”

One of his brows lifted. “How so?”

“The uh…” Having to say it aloud hadn’t been something you anticipated. “You know, the more… flirtatious texts…”

You watched as he clearly wound back the tape in his mind to look for the clues. “Yes. You’d been more overt than usual. I had identified that as increased vulnerability due to what occurred.”

Your lips parted slightly before you bit them. “Even the shower one!?”

You watched the exact moment his processor crashed. It rebooted near instantly and he looked away.

You straightened a little. Kaleb’s place had great lighting and you were sure there was the barest blush on his cheeks. “Oh… Donnie!”

“What?” He buried the humiliation and snapped back to you.

Your bottom lip was surely red from how much you were chewing on it. “Did you like it?”

His eyes swerved in another direction. “You received your warning.”

Another question popped up, but it required you check for prying ears. Signaling this by wiggling a finger in Donnie’s hold, you looked towards the window and could just barely make out the back of Kaleb’s form. Donnie then looked over his shoulder before leaning in with a confirming nod that it should be alright to tell him something of a more sensitive nature.

If he had been blushing before, your cheeks were currently making a mockery of that. “Did you… jack off to it?”

That clearly wasn’t what he was expecting because his eyes shot wide before he reigned them in by shirking away. His hand pulled clean from yours and he covered his mouth.

This time you were sure there was a blush. “You did!”

“No!” He moved his hand away only long enough to ground the syllable out before returning the appendage to talk through it. “I’m… adding ‘licentious’ to your descriptors…” Embarrassment thinned his voice.

“What did you do?” You leaned into him with a curious whisper.

“It was without warning!” He clipped before reaching out to push you back.

That was the third time he had used that as a response. You narrowed your eyes, not sure what it meant.

“I-“ He pinched his brow. “Damnit.”

“I swear I won’t judge you.”

“How could you?” He shook his head. “Licentious.”

“Pot, kettle, whatever.”

He removed his hand and looked at you with great difficulty. It proudly displayed the obvious darkened dusting to his green cheeks. “In an act that one would equate with a teenager, I involuntarily… dropped.”

It took you a moment to process the way he’d said it before your hands flew up to cover your mouth.

He sneered. “I don’t know what’s worse. Your reaction or the fact that it happened.”

You shook your head and lowered your hands to reveal a beaming smile. “It’s not laughing. I’m…” You had to blink because your eyes were getting watery. “I’m honored? That’s definitely not the right reaction either but…”

A rumble of irritation came up from his chest.

“Has that…” You lowered your gaze before looking back up at him. “…happened with anyone else?”

He put together your intention and clicked his tongue. “No.”

Your smile grew brighter and with it that overwhelming urge to grab him. You squashed it, but your lips betrayed you. “A kiss? Just a little kiss… I just-”

He shot forward and covered your lips with his own. You tried to respond, but he pushed you back into the wall with a sudden peak of ferocity. It shattered your will and he let it linger before he finally pulled back. “What confusing opposition.”

“Wanting me and being afraid to touch me?”

He gave a single nod.

“We can…?”

“We’ll work on it.” His shoulders relaxed.

“As long as you’re willing; that’s a start.”

He sat back and for a moment you both let the conversation sink in. He then looked off to the side and you saw him thinking something over. You watched curiously until he mumbled aloud. “Positive reinforcement…”

“Mhm, like the metal thing I was doing.”

“There’s a three day weekend coming up.”

“Yeah, next week, I think.”

A curled finger came to his lip as he was deep on thought. “The machine is restrictive and could create its own negative connotations if we run into a similar situation…”

You weren’t sure if he’d meant to say that out loud as he usually gave an obsessive amount of care to those kinds of things, but taking a chance you adjusted where you were sitting. “Sounds like we just need to communicate then? Ongoing communication.”

He looked at you as if you held the key to solving his conundrum. “You would have little autonomy.”

What the hell kind of machine was he talking about?

“But it’ll help?”

“It has the potential to help both of us.” He seemed adamant.

“Then let’s do it.”

“There are innumerable things we would need to discuss first; I need to make a list…”

He was about to retreat into his mind and you reached out to him. He caught the movement and tensed up, but you kept yourself from grazing him. “We’ll do all that and more. I trust you.”

He blinked, a single time, and then no more.

You waited patiently until worry seeped in. “Uh… Donnie?”

“I gained it back.”

Of course you did, I love you.

Nope.

Not that again.

Damn intrusive thoughts.

“Gained…?” With a rush you were hit with the memory from outside your work building. “Oh… Oh.”

“Was that hyperbole?” He leaned into you to examine your response.

“No.” You shook your head. “You did… Huh, I don’t know when.”

“I see…” He withdrew and seemed a bit lost at the many things he now had to ponder.

Forcing the clearly still confused feelings down, you moved to stand. He watched you carefully and you made a big show that you were going to give him a peck. He offered himself up for it and you kissed his forehead. “Wanna play a dumb game now and leave the rest of the serious stuff for later?”

“That is not something I ever imagined agreeing to.” He got to his feet and you could see him add yet another thing to his mental plate.

“Life’s a trip.” You chuckled and then moved around Donnie. “Hey D’Kline! Let’s play that four-leaf clover game!”

Dean’s head popped right through the window in a rush. “So Clover!?”

“Ugh, no!” Eugene’s whine carried.

“I’m sensing good things!” Kaleb chirped. “Yes?!”

You checked with Donnie who seemed a bit defeated but shrugged in a way that told you to go on.

“Yes!” You shouted back.

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Red Carnations - Jungkook x Reader

Requested by Anon: Hi, may I request a roommate! friend!Jungkook x reader fluffy imagine, please? Where the reader and Jungkook were having a movie night. The reader let him choose the movie and he chooses a scary one. The reader knew they'd get scared but didn't say anything because they didn't want to seem like a coward in front of their crush (JK). When it's time to sleep, the reader is super scared and just can't stop overthinking, seeing shadows as people, hearing weird noises, etc. They go to Jungkook's room wanting to be comforted and cuddled. Not knowing this was Jungkook's plan this whole time.

Notes: Okay, honestly, this got away from me. Completely forgot it was in my ask box, and I believe I took a left turn with it. Hope you still like it though anon! I did try my best to write it in Oc's pov, but that wasn't working out, like, at all. So it ended up being in Jk's point, hope that's okay! Also, tidbit, the movie that Jk and Oc watched and discuss is called Dead Silence. It came out like eons ago, and I watched it with my mum as a kid and that shit scarred me for mf life.

It was the only thing that came to mind when I thought about what would be scary to watch, and let me tell you, the floodgates opened and I suddenly remembered the movie like I watched it yesterday and I haven't seen that movie since I was eight.

My fear of ventriloquist dummies is very real and haunts me to this day. Zombies too! I mean, I enjoy a good zombie movie, but sleeping at night after is a whole no. 😂

"Hey squish, picked anything yet?" Jungkook calls, walking into his living room balancing pizza, popcorn and a tray of your favourite snacks. He's doing a pretty good job, despite the careful steps he has to take so the popcorn bowl would stop shifting off the pizza box. You were sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of his TV set-up, going through his box of movies.

He sets the things down on the table, before going back into the kitchen for the sodas he kept chilling in the fridge. He hears you scoff from there, and the sound of you suffling through his movies some more.

"Your movie collection sucks, Jay." Jungkook rolls his eyes, smiling though, because half of the movies in that box are ones you've brought and never took back when you left.

You were sitting on the couch when he goes back, feet tucked under you and his Netflix account open on his TV. You looked nice, in the black sweater you stole from him, the clothing swallowing your form, hiding the shorts he assumes you're wearing.

Not that he thought of you half naked or anything.

That was a lie, nevermind.

Not entirely his fault though, You'd been his roommate for two years now. It was awkward at first, having a female roommate, not really used to one at all. He'd honestly tried to stay out of your way as much as possible, respected your space and whatnot. Of course, that all ended when you were stressed about your midterms, and he proposed watching a movie as a way to help. It's been a tradition since then, every Friday the two of you would meet in the living room, at exactly seven, some times he'd bring the snacks, or you would. Some times you don't even watch movies, just content to sit and talk about your day, or the things you didn't share during the week.

Jungkook liked those moments, the soft moments in between where he's allowed to admire you without seeming weird about it. Where he could focus on the way your lips formed around words, or the way your eyes would light up talking about something that made you happy. The way you'd smile at him as though he was the only thing that mattered in that moment, as though there was something more between you. He's kept his feelings to himself, secret from you, like a red carnation.

He likes to pretend in those moments, when you'd fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, too tired to keep your eyes open, leaving him asking you about the movie and receiving no response. He'd only realize that you're sleeping when he'd call your name and not the nickname he gave you, and heard your soft snores.

He'd always tease you about it, tell you how you drooled all over his shoulder, just to see you hide your cheeks and your embarrassment behind a snarky retort.

He plops down next to you, after turning off the lights and grabbing a handful of popcorn, "You're so indecisive," he leans over, plucking the remote from your fingers, "And, you chose last week. It's my turn."

"Jungkook I swear to god, if I have to sit through Transformers again..." Jungkook could only laugh at your expression, a mixture of disgust and pure I'm so not having it; What can he say? He likes the franchise.

"It's not transformers this time. Promise." He pats your knee, settling agianst the couch, pulling up the horror section on Netflix. "Okay, let's see here."

He picks something randomly, something he's sure neither of you have seen before. When the opening credits start, Jungkook turns to you to gauge your reaction, you look fine, intrigued even, though he could see in your eues, a little dim of fear.

"This okay?"

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah. It's fine, as long as there's no zombies."

"I don't think there's any zombies..." Jungkook didn't allow the trailer a chance to play, he didn't even read the summary of the movie. You avoided watching movies with zombies in them, even though you've told him many times that they're great movies, they usually left you jumping at every sound, and the repeated gruesome images haunts your dreams. So Jungkook is always careful, never wanting to be an aide to your night terrors.

"Is that a doll?" You whine, ten minutes into the movie, as the on-screen couple take a little doll they found in a black box into their house. It was a creepy little thing, a ventriloquist dummy, dressed in a tuxedo, with wide unseeing eyes. "Oh no, that's so dumb. Why do they always do that?"

Jungkook was stuffing his face with anything his fingers could reach, complaining with you at the dumbness of the movie. He was watching with rapt attention, completely focused on the movie, watching as the guy leaves his girlfriend for a late night drive, leaving her alone with the dummy.

"I do not like how this is going." You were practically glued to his side, watching the movie through the gaps in your fingers. And though he heard your complaint, Jungkook was too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth pressed against him. "She's definitely gonna di-"

Something flashes across the screen, and the dummy turns it's head completely on its own. You startle so badly, making a sound that was very high pitched and Jungkook almost drops the pizza slice he was holding.

"Yeah, nope, nope. No. I don't wanna watch anymore." You hide your face behind his shoulder, your hand gripping tightly to his forearm.

"C'mon squish, it's not that bad," Jungkook chuckles, trying to coax you from behind him with a gentle tone. You only shift away once the kill was done, and the boyfriend returned home to find his girlfriend dead and missing her entire bottom jaw.

You stay close though, still complaining about how scary it is, and getting scared when you're supposed to. And Jungkook holds your hand through most of it, mostly because you asked and not because he was brave enough to take the opportunity.

When the movie was over, Jungkook switches the lights back on, and found you sitting still on the couch. "Hey, you good?"

"Oh I'm great." You finally move, helping him clear off the coffee table, "That movie sucked ass by the way. It was so stupid how the guy still died at the end..."

"Yeah, well, at least they burnt the theatre down. So, that Mary Shaw lady has no other dolls to haunt with," He follows you into the kitchen, placing the tray and the popcorn bowl in the sink to worry about tomorrow. "Oh no wait, his step mom was her descendant, right?"

"Yeah, and his dad was actually dead too." You visibly shiver, but Jungkook was sure it was just the slight chill in the apartment. "Okay, I've got an early class, so I'm gonna get to bed, yeah?"

"Yeah okay, sleep well." Jungkook waves, watching you as you walk down the hall and into your room.

"G'night Kook."

"Night."

Hours later, the apartment was silent, and Jungkook, had just woken up and found the water bottle he kepts on his nightstand empty. He sighs, wiggling from under the warm covers to venture down the hall and into the kitchen for another bottle. He didn't bother to turn the light on, standing in front of the open refrigerator rubbing his tummy and squinting at the contents of the fridge. He grabs the bottle, and closes the door, he barely cracks the cap, turning around and promptly drops the bottle.

"Jesus fuc- dude." His heart hammers against his ribs, finding you directly behind him in the darkness, he almost knocked you over when he turned. "Y/n what the fuck. You were this close to getting punched in the face, why the hell are you sneaking around behind me..." He reaches blindly for the light switch, words dying on his lips when he gets a look at you.

To put it shortly; you looked terrified. Eyes wide, staring up at him with tears on your waterline, cheeks blotchy and shoulders shaking.

"Hey...hey. What happened?" Jungkook grasps your shoulders, barely steadying you when you rush forward. His heart feels heavy at the sound of your sobs, your tears dampening his shirt. "C'mon baby, talk to me. You're shaking."

When you continue to cry, clinging onto him tighter, Jungkook says nothing more, simply rubbing circles against your back in an attempt to soothe. The slip of his tongue not lost on him, but it's too late to do anything about it now. You both stand there for a moment, Jungkook now wide awake and confused, until your crying slowly wanes, dying down to little sniffles.

"Was it a bug?" He knows you're afraid of creepy crawlies, always the one to be at your rescue when they somehow make their way into the apartment.

"It's too quiet." You whisper, almost too soft that Jungkook had to strain ears to hear. "I can't sleep and I keep seeing things."

"Oh...was it the movie?" He continues the motion of his hand when you nod. The apartment was always quiet at night, he didn't think it would bother you after the movie. Actually, he didn't think that the movie got to you at all, but the ghost in the movie would deaften you before she made her kill, he supposed, that was the issue. "Hey, it's okay."

He pulls away just slightly, mindful of the grip you had on the back of his shirt, "You can room with me for the night...if it'll make you sleep." Honestly, he just felt all sorts of guilty now, knowing that he probably should've taken the movie off after you said you didn't want to watch anymore.

You nod mutely, and Jungkook tries to calm the racing of his heart because you could probably feel it, and guides you to his room, water bottle forgotten on the floor in the kitchen. He turns the light on in his room for your sake, and you immediately get under his covers, throwing them over your head like a kid and curling up.

Jungkook settles next to you, raising the covers to peek at you. "Sorry I made you watch it...if I knew it would've scared you so bad I would've picked something else..."

"It's not your fault." You say, "My brain likes torturing me."

Jungkook apologizes again, because he's still going to feel guilty no matter what to tell him, "Wanna hold my hand?" He offers, laughing softly when you take his hand quickly, squeezing tightly with your smaller one.

"Kook?"

"Hm?" He was dosing off, head nodding and eyes barely open to look at you, "What is it?"

You stare at him for a moment, eyes big and curious, though, a little confused; you don't look the least bit sleepy. Jungkook pokes your knee with a finger when you take a while to respond, raising his brows.

"You called me baby earlier..."

Jungkook was once again, wide awake, when he felt his heart kick faster and sink at the same time. He lets out a nervous chuckle, mind backtracking, he was hoping you hadn't heard that. "Did I?"

The corners of your eyes crease with a soft smile, an equally soft laugh followed, "Yeah, you did."

"Oh..." He avoids your gaze, "Sorry...I didn't mean it.." Jungkook winces, catching the furrow of your brows and the loosening of your grip on his hand. "No...I did mean it...I just didn't mean for it...shit. I'll stop talking." He snaps his mouth shut, sighing through his nose at the disaster that was that word vomit.

He feels you shift, before your head lands on his chest softly, "How about we talk about it in the morning then? I'm sleepy now." He allows you to get comfortable, letting you shift around until you're nestled against his side, all soft and fitting perfectly like you were meant to be there.

"Okay."

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Wrong All This Time

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: After ten long years, you were wrong all this time.

Warning/s: angst, heartbreak

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Usually, when something's not right for you, you ask God or anyone you believe in, for signs. You'd ask anyone listening to give you a sign if the one thing you want is meant for you or not.

Asking for a sign is always easy, but no one ever warns you about the exhausting wait for it. If you see something that could be that sign that you asked for, you ask for another sign to make sure. Then you ask again, and again, and again, and again. Eventually, when you get satisfied, you shoot your shot. Sometimes, it goes well. Sometimes, it doesn't. Other times, it's just fate's twisted way of saying, "I got you! It was a prank all along".

This is 'other times'.

When you still had a little crush on Peter back in high school, you ALWAYS asked for signs. Every day, every night, during lunch break, gym, etc. The universe, being ever so kind to you, gave you the signs you wanted despite asking every day for two years straight.

On the summer break after sophomore year, you made sure to finally ask Peter out. You were surprised when he agreed to go out with you and because you were the one who asked him out, you were going to pay for the date. You had enough money saved and after counting them, you realized you had enough money to treat both you and Peter to a sandwich at Delmar's, Peter's favorite.

You shot Peter a text and asked him if he was free that day and he said he was. That day changed your life for the better and you were so elated.

Yours and Peter's relationship was unlike any other. During the early stage, both of you were open and communicative; both are very vital things in a relationship. You were glad that everything was falling into place.

Ten years later, you and Peter are now twenty-six years old, unmarried, and not as happy as before. You asked yourself, "what went wrong?", and most of the time, there would be playback in your head of everything you did with Peter. The other day, you came to a heartbreaking realization: as each year passed, Peter's smile became smaller and smaller. He used to greet you happily and now, he just nods at you when he comes home from work. He used to cuddle you until you both fall asleep and now, he either sleeps first or sleeps later. He changed.

Everything changed, actually. Your high school and college friends accomplished a lot of things. Ned got married, Gwen bought a house, Flash moved to another country, Felicia recently got married, and many more are moving on to their new chapters and life. Meanwhile, you and Peter were still stuck. Since your eleventh anniversary is coming up, you decided to confront Peter about your relationship so that he wasn't sad on your anniversary. You were glad that Peter agreed to talk to you when he gets home from work.

Later that night, Peter gave you a tight-lipped smile and sat across from you at the dining table. The table was full of delectable home-cooked meals that you prepared. Peter put his things on the chair on his right before saying, "This looks delicious."

"Thank you." You said quietly. Both of you started eating in silence until Peter spoke up, "So, what's up? We haven't sat down and ate together in a while."

"Um," you started, "I just wanted to talk to you about something, that's all."

"Okay. What is it?" He asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"I realized that as each year passes by, you become unhappier and unhappier. What's up with that?" You chuckled sadly. "I mean, we were both fine, but I guess not. I just- I don't know when and where it went wrong, y'know?"

Peter didn't say anything. He just let you ramble on. He could tell that you've been keeping this to yourself for a long time now.

"The last thing we ever did was move in together and that was like three years ago! I want to get married-"

"You know I'm not a 'marriage' person, right?" Peter interrupted and you sighed.

"I know. I'm just saying. You don't want a kid with me either."

"That's because I'm not into the whole parenting thing." Peter defended himself.

"It's not working out anymore, Pete." You sighed sadly. You looked at Peter with tears clouding your eyes and he stared back as if nothing crucial is happening in your relationship. "How can you sit there as if this is just nothing?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Because I've known for a while now. I just didn't tell you because I couldn't find the right time." Peter said. "I guess I've just accepted it."

"I see." You said, wiping your tears. "I'll just leave tomorrow."

"No, I'll leave. You can have the-"

"I don't want to stay here knowing that every inch of this place has a ghost of you." You cried. "I can't take that. I'll go and you stay here. It's fine."

When you left your shared apartment, you stayed with your parents for a bit just until you can get back on your feet. What happened was heartbreaking and being in the comfort of your parents' home would really help.

After two months you decided it was time to get back on your feet. You found a new apartment, so you packed your things, kissed your parents goodbye, and left. Upon arriving at your new apartment, you saw that, like you, it needed a bit of fixing. Without wasting time, you started fixing, cleaning, buying new furniture, and unpacking for five days. When you were done, you proudly looked around and smiled for the first time in two months. You took out your phone, took an obligatory selfie, and posted it on Instagram with the caption: "starting fresh 🍃"

Seeing as you were offline for two months and you weren't in contact with anyone, you decided to sit down on your new couch and scroll through Instagram just to catch up with what you missed. Your smile grew when you saw all your friends being happy in life. For each scroll and picture, you made sure that you liked and commented on them.

Comment: "have fun in Paris w the hubby, Felicia!"

Comment: "welcome back to NYC! Let's grab some coffee sometime, Flash."

Comment: "omg I need that in my new apartment! Can you tell me where you bought that, Gwen?"

Your smile disappeared after you saw Gwen's picture. You haven't seen his face in a while and it feels so surreal to see it again. This time, he was happier than ever. Happier than when he was with you. He was with MJ. They were both smiling from ear to ear.

Michelle Jones. Not much was to say about her. She was quiet and mostly kept to herself. Her nose was stuck in a book all the time. She was really good at the arts and she's a very bright person. She was always alone and didn't care if she was in a group. Her hair was in a loose bun, so parts of her hair were covering half of her face. She and Peter didn't interact as much, making you wonder when and how they have this chemistry.

The picture was captioned: "some things just make sense".

Did you and Peter not make sense? You did, right?

So many thoughts were clouding your brain and you immediately closed the app and called Gwen.

"You need to move on from him, I swear." Gwen said as she took a sip from her wine.

"I know, but it's hard! We were together for ten years, G! It's hard to let that go." You frowned.

"I know, but you need to start somewhere. You can't be stuck on him forever or else you won't grow as a person. You need growth right now." Gwen said.

"Everything was perfect and it was just right. It-"

"Have you asked yourself if it was right for Peter?" Gwen asked. "Because based on what I'm hearing right now, it's all one-sided. It was right for you, perfect for you, whatever. Was it perfect for Peter? Was it right for Peter?"

"G, he was with me for ten years. I'm sure it was right for him."

"That's your opinion, Y/N. You never asked him, did you? I guess that's where it went wrong. You were so caught up in this fantasy of everything being perfect all because of a sign you asked for back in high school that you got. Not once did you ask him if he was still happy with you. You just assumed everything and it shouldn't be like that, so don't blame him for being unhappy."

"Y/N, I'm your friend and I want what's best for you that's why I'm fucking honest. You need to let him go and be happy. He deserves that and you do too. You need to explore new places and try new things. You've been together since you were sixteen and you never got a chance to explore and meet new people. You've been stuck with him since then and now that you're not together, you don't know who you are or what you like because you based everything on Peter. You're not twenty-six forever, Y/N. You have a life, so live it until you find someone who ignites a spark in you that you never knew you had."

You were stunned at her outburst. You looked at her, "Wow. That's so harsh, G. You changed."

Gwen sighed, "I didn't change, Y/N. I just grew up." She grabbed her bag and slipped on her heels before standing up from your new couch. She looked at you and said, "Y/N, I treasure you and care about you so, so much. I also understand where you're coming from, but there's a time when you need to gather the pieces of what used to make you happy and throw it away to start a clean slate."

"Thanks, Gwen." was all you said.

"No problem. Call me if you need anything." She said softly before leaving. You heard the door shut, downed the rest of your wine, and laid down on the couch. She was right. You needed to move on.

FIVE YEARS LATER

In the last five years, a lot of things happened to you and your friends. Felicia gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Jared three years ago, Gwen moved to Paris with her family, Flash settled down, and Ned has a new baby. As for you, you've been on numerous dates, but only one guy struck you. Although, a part of you still hurt at the thought of Peter because there was no closure when you broke up. After all, it's your longest relationship. You haven't heard from him since.

After Gwen left that night five years ago, you unfollowed Peter on Instagram and unfriended him on Facebook. It hurt, but it felt good not knowing about his life.

Until now.

"Jared, be careful!" You chased after the active young boy as he ran and giggled. Felicia asked you to babysit him for a few hours because she has errands to do and her husband is out of town. You happily said yes because Jared isn't a difficult kid. He's just hyper.

You stopped running to catch your breath and saw Jared playing in the sandbox with other children. You smiled to yourself and sat down on a bench nearby to see him.

"Y/N?" A voice startled you. You looked up and saw brown eyes you never thought you'd see again.

"Oh, it is you! How are you?" Peter smiled as he sat next to you. You were stunned. You didn't bother replying because you were too busy staring.

"How are things?" He asked. You shook your head and looked away.

"You can't just ask me things like that when we never had closure. We broke up that night, I packed all of my things and left the next day. You even helped me put my things in my car!" You exclaimed.

"You never told me why you started being the way you were and you told me you've known that our relationship wasn't working for, like, a long time, but you never opened up. I'm not a mind reader, Pete. I just wish you could've told me earlier so that I knew what to do with my life."

"We were together for ten years and you were my first everything! You were all I knew; our relationship was all I knew. So when we were done and when you realized that ten years with me was going nowhere, I didn't know what to do. We were twenty-six and I wanted something new out of our relationship, but you never gave me that."

"That seems unfair," Peter said. "I spent ten whole years with you and I cherished that, truly. But saying all those things assuming that I never cared enough to give you anything in our relationship is unfair. I tried, okay?! You just weren't the one for me. MJ is and she'll always be the one for me. It's time for you to accept that."

You scoffed and crossed your arms. This wasn't how you imagined your closure.

"What does she have that I don't?" You asked, almost in a whisper, but he heard. 'Stupid enhanced hearing' you thought.

"She knows what I'm thinking even if I don't say anything. MJ and I have this connection; a special connection that I never had with you. I'm sorry. Both of you are different, so you shouldn't be comparing yourself to her in the first place. She's my wife and the mother of my children."

"Wait, what? You said you weren't the marrying and parent type. What happened?!" You were confused.

"I found the right person. That's what happened."

"Congrats, then." You pursed your lips and looked at Jared as he played with other kids. You hope that Jared doesn't go through what you went through.

"I hope you find someone who isn't me. When you meet him you'll understand what I'm saying. Right now, I understand your mixed emotions. It's all valid." Peter said as he stood up. "I better get going. I have to pick up my kid from school. I hope we see each other again without the awkwardness and tension. I also hope you can get to know MJ."

"Sure, Parker." You said, but you weren't sure if you meant it.

"Take care, Y/N. Bye." He walked away and you took in what he said. He was right. You needed to meet the right one to know what he was talking about. However, you also realized that maybe you don't need a man to make you happy. You have yourself, your friends, and family and that's all that matters.

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