#he’s ALWAYS gonna be my bean pole

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Papa (Electric shock) N (+ Uzi) headcanons! 

Leefloof :3 

Note: Decided that I wanted to post abt the goober just bc, hope you all enjoy! X3

Quick disclaimer: These hcs are what I think N would do as a father figure for Uzi in this au. Please do not comment on how weird you think it is, this is my personal view on their dynamic. Don’t like? Keep scrolling 

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Warning(s): none, some SFW tickle content but not much, N being a father to Uzi (for those that think it’s weird) basic found family fluff (Father daughter dynamic), child loss, death

DNI N$FW/F3T!$H accounts!!! 🚫🔫

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 - In the mornings, N makes breakfast for the whole Doorman household. However, due to his size/height (7’11) he tends to accidentally bump things off counters and tables (though it’s mostly his tail’s doing)

  - Loves to cook a lot (especially robo cookies or any baked goods), he tries to teach/help Uzi whenever she wants to help too 

 - Uzi sometimes asks N if he could read a bedtime story for her, which he happily does (Uzi also tells N to not tell anyone about this since she’s “not a kid” anymore (She’s 7-10 yrs old) and that it would be embarrassing if anyone else knew)

 - When Khan doesn’t need him for anything, N would either lounge around or read a book (often reading sometimes to make time fly)

 -  Whenever Uzi gets a nightmare, N would go and sleep with her so she won’t feel alone (he’s also a night light for the little one)

 - Overtime, he gains weight (my boi was skinny during the war, he was starving himself trying to save lives) doesn’t technically have a dad bod, but he’s squishy enough for Uzi to cuddle with him (plus he’s warm :3)

 - N tends to carry Uzi around, normally piggyback or on his shoulders when they’re out somewhere (it’s a habit, she doesn’t mind though since it makes her feel tall)

 - Makes lunch for Uzi and Doll during the school year (he leaves notes inside too) 

 - Makes bad dad jokes from time to time, he always giggling to himself before saying the punchline and the others would just stare at him blankly 

 - Glamrock Freddy coded

- One time during a mission, N put Uzi in one of those baby carriers (the one tat can be on a parent’s chest or back). He thought he lost her multiple times whenever (she was on his back)

 - Uzi likes to grab onto N’s tail sometimes, she’s like a koala (But N knows how to get her off by tickling her)

 - From a friend, N uses his tail to wrap around Uzi as a way to carry her, also to keep her from trouble (air jail) 

 - The droneling likes to “sneak up” on the Disassembly Drone whenever she can. N knows where she’s hiding, he just pretends he doesn’t to encourage her (J thinks he praises her too much however) 

 - Uzi also likes to challenge him in tickle fights (N loses the most, only bc he allows it)

 - Also from a friend, she and N play with legos together (it always ends with them destroying the city)

 - Freaking tickle monster 

 - N sometimes cries whenever he holds/cradles Uzi because it reminds him of another droneling

 - During the war, the humans had raided a small camp leaving no one alive and needed help getting anything valuable from the rubble. During his search, N had found a child Worker, still very well alive, impaled by a pole. They were slowly dying and he couldn’t do anything about it. So he hugged them close as a way to comfort them in their last moments. 

 - He lost one, he is not losing another 

 - Sings happy songs to his younger patients while trying to treat their wounds

 - “shh shh, I know it hurts but it’ll only be for a second okay?”  “Hey hey, you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay I promise.”  “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?”  “You were so brave! Good job!”

 - Calls dronelings little ones, chickadees, jelly bean (normally Uzi), Bun Bun, the list goes on

 - Cried when Uzi called him “Dad” one time 

That’s all for now! Buh bye!! :3c

#floof speaks #:3c #murder drones #murder drones tickles #sfw tk community #sfw tk blog #sfw tickling community #my hcs #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #md uzi #n murder drones #serial designation n #murder drones n #n md #uzi #md doll #tw child loss #tw death #You cannot tell me than N and Uzi aren’t Gregory and Freddy coded #anyways yeah

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So I said I was going to try to write something and so… here is yet another fic with original characters that sets up another chapter I may very likely never write but it’s here and it’s very gay and the plot to sneeze ratio is outrageously tilted towards sneeze (although there’s not that many actual sneezes just like… lots and lots of writing ABOUT sneezing) and yet here it is, enjoy hopefully? Shamefully un-proof-read, will probably clean it up later when I read it back and am embarrassed.

BRUNCH PT 1

“So are you completely sure you want to invite him to this brunch?”

Andrew decided to try one last time to make sure this was what his friend wanted. Andrew lay on Lamar’s bed, having spent the night—platonically tysm—at Lamar’s place in anticipation of going out for brunch the next day with friends. Lamar was still digging through his closet, putting together his outfit for the brunch, occasionally looking to Andrew for a yea or nay on a particular article of clothing or accessory.

Knee-deep in fashion, Lamar replied: “I mean I’m completely sure I want him to fuck my brains out—or, like, vice versa, I’m very vers—so yes, that means I’m sure I want him to come to brunch. Like…?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. Lamar was precious, truly just the sweetest lil (vers?) bottom in all the land, but he absolutely did not know what he was getting into with Charles. First off, Charles gave vers? bottom himself if you actually knew him, but of course the height and the pecs and the sheer size of the man always led gays astray, much to Charles’ own frustration (“why are all vers guys bottoms? If you’re a bottom just say so!” And Andrew’s reply: “Babes, you’re nine feet tall and built like a linebacker, they might be vers but they’re bottoms for you sweetheart”). But second, it was May. May wasn’t… the best time of year to invite Charles to brunch, especially at the spot Lamar liked, on the rooftop… outside…

“I mean I’ll totally call him,” Andrew said, relenting. “Not trying to cockblock anybody, just. You know he has allergies and we’re planning to go to the rooftop at Four Forty-Two, right?”

“Oh my god, he has allergies, I have Claritin, it’s a match made in heaven!” Lamar giggled, and went back to accessorizing.

Andrew shook his head, knowing good and well that Claritin wasn’t gonna do shit for what Charles had going on. They’d grown up together and Charlie could barely tame his nose with the extra-strength prescription shit. And even then, Charles had no business sitting outside on a rooftop with the pollen count looking the way it was looking. But what Andrew also knew was a) Charles always said he wasn’t going to let his allergies hold him back (especially after he came out, bulked up, and shed his bean pole scrawny sneezy nerd image for a brick house bulky—still sneezy—hunk image), b) he really had the hots for Lamar. Like… really. Like would never forgive Andrew for not inviting him out when Lamar clearly wanted him bad really. (He would, of course, forgive Andrew. But he’d be a dick about it for like three whole weeks, truly what a drama queen.)

So Andrew took his leave from Lamar’s room and walked to the living room, calling over his shoulder that he was going to reach out to Charles. And, sitting down on the couch, that’s exactly what he did.

“Charlie?”

“Ahhh… A-Andrew… whahhh… wh-whaaaahhhhh…”

“Charles Montgomery Jackson, I know that sound, don’t you blow my eardrums out, drop the phone… drop it right…”

Andrew heard the phone clatter hopefully onto a soft surface, the sound of the phone’s mic rubbing up against whatever Charlie’d dropped it on momentarily all he could hear, even as Andrew, knowing his friend—and his friend’s nose—moved the phone away from his ear. And no sooner had he done so than a resounding “WWHHHAAAAAATTTTSSSCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!” screamed out from the phone receiver. Andrew swore the sound wave of it alone pushed back his hair. (Of course, he knew it didn’t but he wasn’t so sure Charlie’s sneezes couldn’t do that irl.)

Two more screaming sneezes rang out from the phone before Andrew chanced putting his ear back to the receiver.

“So, allergy season’s kick—“

“HHHHHHHHHHARRRRRRRRREEEESCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Charles bellowed.

It was Andrew’s turn to drop the phone.

Finally, a few sneezes later, they managed to actually talk.

“So, allergy season, Charlie?”

“Man… you have no idea. It’s like the worst one yet. I am SO sorry I blasted you right when you got on the phone but like… you know how it is for me, bro, the shit just comes out of nowhere and boom I’m fucking blasting off. I dunno why this always happens to me, like no matter how many herbal supplements I take, no matter how much local honey I eat, no matter how many extra-strength meds they give me, it’s like my nose doesn’t give a fuck. Just takes all that shit and blows it out with these damn sneezes like it does everything else… dude, it sucks.”

“Sorry, Charlie.” Andrew sing-songed. “You feeling OK otherwise?”

“Yeah, same as always. I used to feel like shit all day when I got my allergies, but I got in shape and it seems like a bunch of that shit went away, everything but…”

“The sneezes.” Andrew finished for him.

“Yeah, dude! My whole body got the memo, like, ‘we’re hot and cool and gay now, thanks, get with the program’ and my nose was like ‘nah man fuck you no new friends, sneeze machine for life!’”

They laughed together, Andrew heartily but a bit bittersweet. Charles really thought he’d changed more than he had, but that was probably because he wanted to change so badly. Andrew had always thought the only thing wrong with the scrawny closeted nerd he’d grown up with was the closet—sneezes notwithstanding—but Charles, it seemed, begged to differ.

“Well, I know how your nose is bothering you today so I almost didn’t want to say anything but…”

“Shit, are you with Lamar? Fuck, did he ask about me? Did he talk about me? Did you talk about me? Don’t tell him how much I suck Andrew, you gotta big me up—“

“Oh my god oh my god calm your thirsty tits, bitch. I am with Lamar, he has nothing but positive if slightly concerning things to say about you, AND we’re going to brunch today at Four Forty-Two so if you’re feeling up to—“

“What time.”

“Charlie, are you sure, it’s gonna be outside on a roof—“

“What. Time.”

“Ugh, 12:45 so actually 1:15.”

“Yes! You’re the best Drew see you there at 1, thank you so much BYE!”

Andrew just shook his head. Charlie thought he was slick. Rushing him off the phone like he was just so excited to get to brunch (he was), as though Andrew couldn’t hear the sneeziness creeping into his tone (he could), and Andrew knew that Charlie knew that Andrew would have cussed him smooth out if he’d deafened Andrew again with those big ole roars he called sneezes (sure would have!).

But just then Lamar slinked out of his bedroom, the brunch outfit in full effect. And giving his very best Mae West (though he didn’t know that’s who he was aping, Lamar didn’t know his history for shit), Lamar said: “I hear that Charles is coming to the brunch.”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e10 the devil in the details (w. andrew dabb)

oh god. a funko pop?? of sam?? this is how we start an episode while sam is in the cage again with lucifer, thin plot to cover product placement. hokay.

SAM Yeah. You’ll taunt me and you’ll, ah, torture me, and I’ll say no. And eventually, sooner than you think, my brother’s gonna walk through that door and kick your ass. LUCIFER Dean? You’re betting on Dean? SAM I always have.

i didn't see rowena colluding with lucifer coming, but it makes sense, which is nice.

LUCIFER We’re in a memory Sam, one of the few good ones from your childhood. By the way, I thought I had Daddy issues, but you, wow! Anyway, I think you recognize the dashing young bean-pole over there.

hey young sam's colin ford grew up! actor is 20 now. haven't seen him since 7x03 with the jewel staite mess

ROWENA Not yours! His! Hell is his! I’m his. So hurt me and what do you think he’ll do to you? CROWLEY Lucifer will never get out of that cell. ROWENA You’re willing to stake your life on that? On Sam Winchester?

that rowena was (bad) dreaming about crowley getting a funko of sam is hurting my brain just a little bit.

CROWLEY And, he’s the devil. ROWENA You say that like it’s a bad thing. CROWLEY Oh, I’m a bad thing. He’s a worse thing. Last time Lucifer went topside you know what he wanted? Death. For you. For me. And every human. And every demon. ROWENA He’s changed. CROWLEY Oh yes, of course. All he needed was the love of a horrible woman.

good one, crowley

...smiting sickness, okay. sure, why not

CASTIEL That explains it. You’re suffering from smiting sickness. DEAN That... that’s a thing? CASTIEL Yeah. The angels... what they did... it released a tremendous amount of energy and there’s fallout, so this whole area is poisoned.

i'll be honest, i forgot about the smiting. that i watched literally 24 hours ago. this is why i need the pre-ep recaps. if i don't write about it, woosh in one ear out the other (which also is an indicator i don't care too much :S)

didn't really wanna relive swan song but here we are.

what, MUSHY MUSIC. i had to go pull up actual 5x22 and it in fact, does NOT have the mushy music in this scene LOL. no score at all until they fall in the hole, and it's not the mushy music melody. iiinteresting. i wondered if the mushy music melody was something i just failed to notice before, now i wonder if i did happen to notice its first appearance.

they also definitely changed the levels on the screams and stuff falling in the hole haha. weird. that all was very strange. like the same scene but different production aesthetics

nice to be able to actually see billie. is that it for her? how about for young sam too? just little pop-in cameo. even got to see adam briefly in the flashback, see guys, we didn't forget him!

i feel like we're in heaven again, this tour of sam's memories with an agenda

LUCIFER This is the worst thing you’ve ever done. SAM Really? LUCIFER After the Leviathans, when your brother was trapped in Purgatory, you were here... with a girl and a dog. You didn’t even bother trying to find him. SAM You know what? Not that I have to defend myself to you, but Dean and I promised we wouldn’t look for each other. LUCIFER Right... and if he never came back you’d be fine. But he did. So you’re not.

we're gonna gloss over the logic on that one. i'm still on the fence, i can defend either position (that it was an in-character choice or not) but i was definitely leaning towards defending sam when it happened

LUCIFER And... so why did you let Dean talk you out of closing the gates of Hell? ‘Cos the old Sam never would’ve done that. Not ever. SAM I didn’t... LUCIFER No wait, here’s my personal favorite, is you doing every stupid thing you could to cure the Mark, even after you knew it would go bad. SAM My brother was dying! LUCIFER Yes! And you’d do anything to save him. And he’d do anything to save you. And that is the problem. Because of this [Lucifer points to Past Sam and Amelia]... you’re so overcome by guilt that you can’t stand to lose Dean again and he could never lose you, and so instead of choosing the world you choose each other, no matter how many innocent people die.

didn't know that was a direct quote from the show, definitely heard that line before though. is that the reason though? guilt from what went down with amelia when dean was in purgatory? i know lucifer is gonna be saying whatever will get sam all messed up but. feels like a weird pressure point

SAM You’re going to lecture me about hurting people? You?

tell him, sam

LUCIFER You know I’m right Sam. You know it! And I know if you’re going to beat the Darkness you have to be ready to die. You have to be ready to watch the people you love die. A long time ago you could have fought the good fight kid, but not anymore. You can’t win this one Sam. You’re just not strong enough. SAM And you are? LUCIFER Hey, snappin' necks and cashin' checks is what I do.

LOL okay. lucifer obviously has an agenda, is he really supposed to what. make sam doubt himself enough that he says yes?

AMBRIEL Well, that's why we're here, right? I'm a number cruncher and you… like I said, I've heard the stories. You help. But Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes.

wow, sick burn.

DEAN Where’s Sam? CROWLEY Don’t worry about Sam. DEAN I’m sorry. Have you met me?

very cute, thank you

during this last push lucifer is all up close and brought his voice down to almost a whisper, reminds me of this particular bit that really hit me in 7x02 where hallucifer's voice is trying to wake up sam and it's all soft and sweet and quiet and agh. i really do appreciate mark pellegrino in this role very much, he brings a lot to it and it's all the more threatening and awful because of it

SAM Well, let’s say you gank her... then what? LUCIFER I move to LA... solve crimes?

was lucifer the show airing at this point? LOL apparently the first episode aired 5 days after this spn episode (i watched it when it was airing-ish, but that was a 'will they won't they' that pushed so hard i lost interest after it got picked by whoever because i didn't really care about the procedural aspects lol)

SAM Wrong. Then you go about starting the Apocalypse, again, because you're an old dog and that's your old trick. LUCIFER Okay, first off, you don't know that. Second, even if I did that's better than what she has planned. SAM Is it? Really? 'Cause this is what I think, I think that whoever wins, you or the Darkness, everyone else loses. So, no. My answer is no. This isn't because of Dean, or the past, this is about me having faith in my friends, having faith in my family. We will find a way. I'm ready to die and I'm ready to watch people I love die, but I'm not ready to be your bitch.

haha what a line. little over the top but okay i'll take it

well that little cagematch had some good sam and dean moments, and really like the lighting on that top right one of dean half in red and blue. blah blah fun to paint

castiel sure actin shifty, what's up. oh did someone hitch a ride in cas

LUCIFER Last words? CASTIEL Can you really beat her? LUCIFER I can. CASTIEL Then, yes.

oh for FUCK'S SAKE, CASTIEL. why do they do this. misha trying to act like pellegrino!lucifer, hard pass, too. good grief.

surely rowena doesn't stay dead...?

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x10 #spn clip #spn mushy music #andrew dabb

[lunastars21]

My Gang is my family, And They're the best around

(A One shot Fanfic of team Hooligan based on the aftermath of superstars, Spoilers ahead! Read under the cut at your own risk!)

Team hooligan's base of operations was inside an entire mountain ya know! Needing a special code to open a secret door, the base was cozy and made sure each of it's members were comfortable, Bark's room was cold and felt like the north pole inside (sweater recommended), beans room always smelled of gunpowder and fire, he even had an explosive testing room inside to try out new bombs he makes, so that explains that. And fangs room which seems to be the only 'normal' one of the group, but it definitely smelled like lavander..and gold, who knows how much money he hides in there.

Fang went on a solo mission a few days ago for doctor Eggman, despite bark's bad feeling the Jerboa went to go do the job anyway because of the high pay that was promised, the duo decided to sit this mission out and just relax, plus bean didn't want to miss out on playing Mario wonder today! And that's exactly what he was doing, sitting on the living room couch and playing the game, his eyes sparkling with excitement as bark walks into the room with a cup of coffee. He sits down in the couch and watches bean play, thinking of grabbing a controller later to join in eventually.

....Bark looks at his phone a bit concerned however, Fang hasn't gotten back to him since his last message which was sent last night. It said he had one last idea he could use to maybe change the tides against team sonic and their new lizard pest of an ally. But bark ask if he was certain it would work..he didn't get a reply..so he sighs as there still wasn't an update. "Oh you know he's fine!" Bean assure his best buddy, Not turning away from the game. "You know team sonic! They find some way around it but they don't kill him ya know! They too good for that, or else Eggman would've kicked the bucket already!" The duck waves a hand, bark nods agreeing..bean's right, if anything, fang would just have a couple of bruises but then get right back up on his feet In the morning. But still, the feeling in his gut just kept bothering him..what was so different about this mission from the other times they went against sonic and his friends that made it so.. different..

His thought process was cut short as the duo heard the garage door open and close, bean pausing his game and jumping up. "See! That must be him! The mission is done, an we gonna get pizza! Ya want pineapple?" He jokes as bark chuckles, playfully pushing the duck as he gets up to go open the door..but it opens already by Fang, the duo stare at his condition in disbelief...Fang was covered in ash, the tip of his tail still on fire, the queen was completely busted, also covered in ash with springs and bolts falling off her, the last of her strength used to get fang home. So she collapses on the floor and her tire goes flat, tied up to the queen via a net was a giant Mech Head of Fang, also covered in ash and busted to a similar condition of the queen, The room is just silent for a moment.

"uh...man is it BBQ season! We can definitely use that flame to bust a grill right!" Bean jokes, but fang's expression definitely shows he doesn't want to hear it.. actually, he didn't even have the motivation to grouch at bean for such a terrible joke...he just...walks past the duo, his tail dragging across the floor. "Don't talk to me.." is all he says as he goes to his room and closes the door behind him. They both look at each other with a worried expression, Bark knew something would definitely go wrong...he'd go to take a look at the giant Robot Head, despite it's condition it looked like it was expertly made! Using some Eggman tech, it seems it was a state of the art mech! It must take a lot of hits before it could go crashing down. "Wow it really looks like him!" Bean peeks over his shoulder, "Though the brown circle on its head bugs me, should've made an actual hat lol" the child taps it a bit, Bark nods...no he gets it, Fang actually really tired his hardest this mission, he pulled all the stops, he learned from his own mistakes, and he didn't run away...but despite it all he Still failed. He looks a bit sorrowful, sure he doesn't like it when he works for Eggman, the jobs aren't worth it for the money. But the fact that fang really went all out on this mission, he gets why he's so upset at such a big loss.

"so uh..what we do, I bet your brain is already cooking up a plan!" Bean would hop on the busted queen as bark nods, putting a paw on his chin, they shouldn't go talk to him directly...he's a man that shows emotion through action rather than words. And bugging him would just piss him off more, he knows this. They should give him some space, but it still do something to get his spirits up, that's when bark looks at the queen, it's fang's pride and joy..if they can repair it, it'll sure make him satisfied to at least talk about what happened in Northstar island, Bark snaps his fingers and points ta the queen.

"hm? Fix up the queen? I don't see why not! I'm not a mechanic expert butttttt, I'm sure she comes with an instruction manual!" Bean hops down as he goes to the garage to look for one, Bark nods as he seperated the net from the queen and pushes her to the center of the room, he knows how to drive the queen but not how to repair it..he's not an expert at that kind of thing, but it's worth a shot.

For the next hour or so, bean and bark try to put the queen back together. Bean couldn't find an instruction manual unfortunately, so they'll just have to wing it! Plus they saw fang fix it plenty of times how hard can it be?...hard... extremely hard, every button on her did something and the duo accidentally activated it each one. They summoned the spring and she'd bounce around everywhere, bean getting squished and shaped into an accordion to try and stop it. The drill, which made a hole in the floor and the two panicked trying to pull her out! The newly added missiles which fired at the wall and made yet another hole! The orb shields, which were a new addition, panicked the duo as it circle around the queen and started knocking things over. Especially bean's Nintendo switch dock which he quickly caught. "Phew! Safe!" Then the television fell on top of him, Bark had to put it back in place and help bean up.

Eventually, Fang finally exits his room, with a towel around his neck and shoulders. He got all the ash off him thanks to a nice shower..but then stares at the duo making a mess of the living room as they pumped the queens tire with too much air and now she's tilted downwards, They both turn to fang and nervously smile. "L-look we can explain! We thought fixing your bike would cheer you up but ah...we.. aren't experts at this." Bean tried to explain, as the queens tire suddenly pops and the air comes out, making her fly around the room before hitting the wall and falling in the floor...the duo look at fang worriedly.

At first, he's silently staring...but then he starts to Snicker, then chuckle...till he finally burst out laughing, slapping his knee! "NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU BOTH COULDN'T FIX A BUCKET OF BOLTS EVEN IF YOU TRIED!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" He'd burst laughing! The two have a sigh of relief, at least he's smiling! "Hey! I'm a bomb maker not a repair man!" Bean giggles as he puts his hands behind his head, Bark nods agreeing, as fang walks over to the queen and positions her to stand up again. "Look how about this, I'll reach you all everything there is to know about to queen, so if I'm not around, ya won't fuck up the next time you try to repair her!" They both nod as they walk over. "Oki Doki! You're the boss!" Bean salutes as bark gives a thumbs up. Fang gives a slight smile.."thanks..." He mutters, bark's eyes sparkle but fang now changes back to the subject at hand. "Now then! First off ya need to know about all her gadgets.."

#fang the sniper #nack the weasel #fang the hunter #sonic the hedgehog #team hooligan #sonic #luna's shenanigans #bean the dynamite #bark the polar bear #sonic superstars #sonic superstars spoilers #Fanfic #One Shot #sonic fanfiction #Just wanted to bring some love and positivity for the fang gang again today! #our poor boy had it rough but hopefully his new idw mini series will bring his justice! #title is a reference to Daroach's line from kirby mass attack #My crew is my family and they're they best around #<3

[satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape]

Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rise of the Serpentine” E4: Never Trust a Snake

“Never Trust a Snake” is actually my favorite season 1 episode, so I apologize for the person I became while making this… I also apologize for what some might consider to be excessive Lloyd love. Anyways, let’s get into it! DISCLAIMERS: Show owned by LEGO, this is not a professional review/critique and is primarily intended for comedy

Read below the cut! Comment/reblog if you read and follow for more!

- Episode title is snake-ist ❌

- Theme ✅

- Zane has his green ninja vision the same episode that Lloyd joins the team. That’s what I call ✨foreshadowing✨ ✅

- Does the golden dragon symbol on Zane’s pajama shirt count as foreshadowing for season 2? ✅

- ^Also, I’ve mentioned before that all the ninja have some sort of unique, element-based trait about their spinjitzu that makes it different (other than just the color) and I love how Lloyd’s is just ✨glitter✨ ✅

- Dream!Green Bean spinjitzu’s around a pole for literally no reason. Guess Zane just wanted to see him show off? ❌

- So Zane’s vision can predict a suit that has yet to be made and powers that have yet to be unlocked, and even picture the right eyebrows, but still gives the green ninja Kai’s voice?❌

- Also, Lloyd and the Falcon are never shown to be close or have any connection really, so why does it land on his shoulder? ❌

- Building off of the above, sin for teasing me with the potential of seeing kid Lloyd playing/messing around with the Falcon but never following through ❌

- “Sleeping in? You’re gonna be late for training.” You all look like you’re just getting out of bed now, so what makes you so different? ❌

- “We didn’t think you wanted us to. You looked like you were having some dream.” We know what Zane was dreaming about, but I’m curious as to what they thought was going on… 👀

- ^ Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil reference ✅

- “Yeah, what else did ya see?” Kai steals Cole’s voice again. Look, I love watching fictional siblings fight, but this is getting out of hand. ❌

- “The rest of the day can be used for training. And tomorrow, for that matter…” “training? For how long?” He literally just told you, Fire Cracker ❌

- Always remember that had Skales and the Fangpyre general not been friends, Lloyd would’ve started a race war.

- “I let you out of your hole for a reason” I don’t know why but this line is so f*cking funny to me ✅

- “A tussle? A tussle! But I’m Lloyd Garmadon! Bringer of evil!” ✅

- Cole walks from next to where Zane was standing to over where Jay is standing for no apparent reason other than to make it easier for the camera to pan to him so he can respond to Jay’s line ❌

- “Had you released the Constrictai😡, the Venomaari😬, or 💫heaven forbid💫 the AnacOnDrAI😧🤭 THeN we would’ve had a tUssLe~ 🙄🤬😡😤🤬🙄” Lloyd mocking people is my religion ✅

- Simp for Pythor all you want, but he’s still depicted basically like a p3doph!le ❌

- C@nnibalism! For kids! ❌

- “Lloyd Garmadon😁😇 Son of Lord Garmadon, and future dark ruler😈😈😈” ✅

- Pythor’s voice actor appreciation ✅

- “Woah! I hardly have any friends too!” Sweetie nO- ✅

- Also Lloyd voice actor appreciation ✅

- “You know, Floyd…” Oh god I’m getting old meme flashbacks

- LLOYD IS SMALL ENOUGH TO SIT ON THE HANDLE BARS OF A SCOOTER ✅

- Where are these kids’ parents?? Why are there so many unsupervised infants lined up in the middle of the town?? ❌

- Lloyd and Pythor take all this candy from a village in the mountains and then WALK it back to the tomb in the f*cking desert ❌

- By the way, how is there a school that literally teaches children to be criminals? How is that not illegal? ❌

- “Should we infiltrate using stealth?” “We’ve done that!” So? You can’t use stealth again? It’s not like it was a specific plan, it’s just sneaking in as quietly as possible. Is Kai really willing to bet the lives of countless children on the ideal of them making a flashy entrance? ❌

- “I’m still working out the kinks on that.” Isn’t Jay the inventor? Why is Cole working on the vehicles and not him? ❌

- What kind of eye sight does this child have to be able to see that tiny a*s lizard from this far away??? ❌

- First off, this whole “drop down on the anchor” thing was a terrible plan ❌

- Second, it’s also f*cking hilarious ✅

- Cole slices the ropes on the kids and skeletons horizontally, but the cuts in the ropes themselves are vertical ❌

- “Stay out of school, kids!” So you mean to tell me a part of this episode was censored and it wasn’t this line?

- OH SO THE MASK IS THIN ENOUGH FOR COLE TO BE ABLE TO COUGH ON THE DUST BUT NOT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BREATHE THE ANTI-VENOM FROM EP 1- ❌

- Lloyd Montgomery-Garmadon? LLOYD MONTGOMERY-GARMADON?!? This poor child stood no chance. How tf did Misako think he wasn’t gonna get bullied?

- The way Jay just throws him over his shoulder >>>>>>> ✅

- Lloyd’s bowl cut ❌

- Update: the polycule has a kid now ✅

Sentence: I love my dark strange son :)💚 (if you get this reference you get a cookie🍪)

#ninjago sins/wins #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago memes #ninjago fandom #lloyd garmadon #ninjago wu #kid lloyd

[old-ssainzz]

dts 5.3: matter of principal

✔︎ cried TEARED UP | ✘ didn't cry

[ comments & reactions below the cut ]

pls that wretched awkward shell commercial. it was the first c2 content i ever saw 

charles is such a bean

CHARLES HONKING!!! CARLOS SAYING “SHUT THE FUCK” yes yes absolutely yes

mattia fluffing up his wretched hair

carlos with his fluffy prince hair

also charles looks good in miami my my MY

this is such a wretched reminder of how things could’ve been FUCK 

stefano singing the national anthem is a jump scare wtf was THAT

grosjean PLS

all the love danny gets in the u.s. makes my heart so so so warm

carlos on the motorcycle PLS

calors and his “the wall the wall the wall”

paris hilton and her iconic “that’s hot” no i agree

the random shawn mendes cameo hello????

DANIEL BOPPING TO THE NATIONAL ANTHEM im gonna miss him so sosososo much

omg alex and his red hair

i love listening to carlos and charles speak english their accents are so cute and precious (still want them to read llama llama red pajama very badly)

thinking of how miami was the last double ferrari podium for a LONG fucking while im nauseous

“both ferraris are staying out?” “… what is going on???” NO ONE KNOWS CHECO! NOT EVEN FERRARI

all the ferrari staff also being like wtf????

“that would be helpful” perhaps pitting them for fresher tires would’ve been helpful but HINDSIGHT IS 20/20 I GUESS

listen if ferrari’s strategy doesn’t improve this year then what are we doing? playing games?? fuck.

the charlitos look so annoyed on that (miami) podium but RIGHTFULLY SO

oh okay so just a little reel of mistakes WHY NOT IM ILL

“no words. no words” im so fucking ill

angry charles clip yes

“you can push” “i am pushing already” GOD

the anger i have for mattia has been reignited. 

ofc carlos picks lando to be his partner

carlos hits it so hard im WET

omg señor!!!!!!

“its his time” si!! si!!

“he’s a fucking bad loser” BAHAHAH

carlito baby… you’re not latino. but okay

his cute baby cow eyes i love him

bro drivers correcting 360s is so fucking sexy (yes im pointing at max & charles)

carlos’s reaction to his first pole position is so fucking cute it makes my heart so WARM

charles saying “fuck this” oh babe 💀

carlos has no thoughts behind his eyes. always a blank stare. my little spanish himbo.

his hair is so fucking sexy fuck fuck fuck im WET

“they might sacrifice sainz” “yeah its all about leclerc” why did that hurt me a lil

carlos sitting in his car for god knows how long trying to get/stay in the zone i fucking love him

all four redbull ferrari turning in sync is SO sexy IT MAKES ME ALRIJGAR;GJR

that shot of caco is so foul why do they do him like that

okay why they box carlos but not charles is so wack to me but okay 🧍🏻‍♀️

the iconic “stop inventing, stop inventing” ai mi bebe 

again, painful watch for charles. 

“FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FORMULA 1 CARLOS SAINZ IS VICTORIOUS” god my heart is gonna EXPLODE

sorry seeing how little of the ferrari staff coming out for carlos makes me ill

“i fucking won a race” sir i am WET

THE FINGER WAG AT CHARLES MATTIA FSGLGJA

mattia arguing with the guy when he said they made a mistake i—

“what a day for ferrari but they won with the wrong car” WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE TO LAUGH FUIHAPGLJRNGIU

carlos tan guapo!!!!!!!

#f1 babbles #dts #dani reacts

[eddieheart]

CAMPING

Fandom: Law and order: SVU

Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba

Words: 600

Description: Sonny takes Rafael camping.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean I'm all for spending time with you but, a whole week in the woods? That's a little excessive don't you think. People evolved so that they didn't have to sleep in the woods." Rafael asked while shoving clothing into a duffel bag.

Sonny laughed, Rafael always did have a flare for the dramatic. At first glance most people wouldn't assume that Sonny loved camping, but he did. When he was a young boy his mother had taken the whole family to her brother’s cabin for a vacation.

Since then Sonny had dreamed of going camping. The younger man had been all over the apartment today, packing up necessities and babbling away to Rafael.

"It's gonna be great Rafi. We can roast marshmallow and sing campfire songs and cook and have hot forest sex." He waggled his eyebrows seductively and wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist.

Rafael had paperwork, so the long drive felt quite short. Sonny practically shook in excitement the whole ride.

When they did finally get there, they began the task of emptying the car and setting up camp. Sonny went out to find campfire wood and Rafael was left with putting up the tent.

When the younger man reached the campground he was greeted by the sight of his boyfriend struggling with a tarp and a few poles.

"Need a hand counsellor?" He chuckled. Rafael's head shot up in surprise and he nodded.

It took about ten minutes before Sonny finally broke.

"What the fuck is this thing even for, how the hell is a this bean pole supposed to hold up the whole tent?" Sonny said in exasperation. The older man burst into laughter, falling onto his side.

Sonny let out a huff of annoyance, the shorter man lunged forward and grabbed Sonny by the waist, pulling him onto the ground as well. The younger man pushed him back and Rafael wrapped his legs around Sonny's back. They rolled around in the dirt laughing and play fighting.

Soon Rafael ran out of breath and flipped onto his back. He stopped laughing but his smile never fell.

"Okay, okay, uncle, uncle. I concede. You win." He let out in a breath.

Sonny leaned forward, put his weight on his hands and kissed Rafael's neck right where it meets his jaw. The smaller man let out a small chuckle before speaking again.

"We need to actually get this thing up before dark y'know." Rafael started to trace patterns on his back while pulling the younger man closer.

They waited a moment before they both stood and started to fix up the tent again.

After getting the tent up it was time for dinner, beans and wieners. Carisi style of course, with spices and fancy sausages.

Rafael eyed the bowl warily glancing between it and his boyfriend, he sighed, readied himself and took a bite. His eyes widened in surprise as he ate.

“Oh my gosh, this is really good.” Sonny laughed at him and shook his head. The older man chuckled to himself and bumped his shoulder against Sonny’s.

It went on like that for a week. Slightly shitty food, great sex and long nights surrounded by nature. Rafael was almost sad to leave but in the end he was grateful to come home.

"Wasn't so bad was it Rafi." The taller man whispered while hugging Rafael from behind.

"As much as I love being stranded here with you my love, I haven't showered in a week and I need to. Like really badly." They both chuckled, Rafael turning around to share a kiss.

Thank you @buggylad I couldn’t do it without you

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #rafael barba #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x rafael barba #fanfiction

[youdonthavetolivelikethis]

"I wouldn't be surprised if every time we fuck you lose weight... get you breathing hard and sweating... if we keep fucking you'll be as skinny as a bean pole.... well maybe not a bean pole, you can be a thick pole... ok I'm gonna get up and shower now, I feel too gross and sweaty to sleep more now"

D just said that to me. He keeps commenting on others girls' "athletic bodies" when he sees someone who catches his eye, its always someone in workout leggings and I'm always wearing stupid baggy jeans.

Siiiiiigh, at least C never commented on my body or compared me to anyone skinny. He still wants to hook up w me even tho he has a new gf bc of my big booty or whatever.

Gah.... I just had to laugh off that bean pole comment D just woke up and fucked me out of nowhere this morning and then finished it up with that.

03-21-23 8:00am

#ydhtlltdaily

[viisator]

I love you though... |• Nishimura Riki ff.

Enhypen fanfiction | Greek myth Au

Nishimura Riki as Hades's son.

God of tricks (Ni-ki) x Goddess of fairness (Y/n)

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, Greek mythology au, Greek god au.

Summary: Riki is one of Hades's son - the god of wealth and the King of the underworld- and the god of tricks. Being the youngest son and god of tricks and pranks, Riki always has been the rebellious type of child, he always sees his father as "boring and strict" and so he and his father often argue, though his father always wins cause he's the king and much stronger than him and he is his father. But most of all to annoy and get his stupid and offending pranks on, he'd always have been interested on pranking Demeter's youngest daughter, you ( tho she's actually my OC- Solara- just turned her to y/n☹️) the goddess of fairness. Riki thinks your ideology and his are big differences, you always think it's unfair for the prince of the underworld to trick you when you have not done any offending matters to him, and he always replies with "it's fun annoying you cause you always complain about what's fairs and nots, and you're boring, at least I'm adding some fun pebble!" Growing up with him, him not getting tired of being playful and you so tired of being played with, has to an end; and that's when he turned your hopes up, higher than Olimpia.

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Riki has been your friend since childhood, though he's a playful god and always pulled a prank on people, especially you, the goddess of fairness daughter of Demeter, you still consider him as your friend. You always get annoyed with his annoying pranks and tricks, but you, telling yourself "he's just a kid" - but aware you both are the same age - did not help, he still pulls stupid pranks on his sleeves, and now your currently at a party held by Dionysus's son, and Riki being a funny god he is, are having another silly hidden prank somewhere.

" Pebble, do you know why Aphrodite looks so unreal?" Riki asks whispering in your ears and having those too painfully familiar playful smiles of his.

"What now bean pole?!" You whisper yell at him, already getting annoyed at his crazy ass.

"What if she actually gets plastic surgery?" Actually losing your temper right now at Jay's party, you finally turn around and face him.

"Look, you tall ass creature-"

"-God" Riki raised his index finger, correcting you then nodded reassuring for you to continue.

"Stop with your pranks, just for tonight. Cause I don't know what I did to you to annoy me twenty-four seven, and this is Jay's party," you finally said for today's daily confrontation for him, while massaging your temples.

"Aren't you curious though? What if Aphrodite's face is fake?" He gave you another wide eye and raise eyebrows and leaned closer to your face.

*Sigh* "Riki. No one knows plastic surgery in fifth-century bce"

"What if now, you can get now," he said raising his eyebrow.

"For Zeus's sake, Riki I'm gonna tell Aphrodite what you said."

"But what if I'm right? Her nose became more-"

"oH MY FUCKING GOD!? CAN YOU SHUT THE TARTARUS UP?!!" He got cut off with you throwing your hand in mid-air and stoping the crowd and every god' and goddess are looking at you both while Riki has his smirk on looking at you then vanished into thin air and in split second, there's a full bucket of water thrown over your head and the crowd grew quieter and everyone's looking at you with those unrecognizable eyes of them.

That night ended with you eventually going home and you apologizing to Jay for ruining his party, and for Riki, he's silently following you through the garden.

"You know I know you are there, right?" You finally said, sitting on the thick white railings while looking down admiring the night-light of the cities below you; Riki showed up in mid-air next to the fountain, hands in his pockets while looking at the floor then took the seat next to you.

"Look Y/n, I'm really sorry for ruining your night," he said after the long silence and taking your hands but looking at the nice white concrete.

"I don't know why you've been pranking me for my dear whole existence but you need to stop." You said taking your hand from his hold. Riki let out a heavy sigh and look into your eyes; to be honest, his eyes look so real right now, they look so serious and maybe no prank either.

"What if I made it up to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can you go with me to the underworld? I'm gonna give and show you something there." He said looking deep into your eyes and he took your hands again, you blink once, twice then trice and now you're thinking about it, what if he pulled another prank of his, or what if it's true?.

"Please pebble? We've been friends for more than centuries now? At least for this one trust me," still thinking about it, you tried to shift your eyes elsewhere other than his eyes, and finally gave a breath and look into his determined pair of brown eyes and you nod, agreeing with him.

"Then what is it?" You ask him low and soft.

"I told you to go with me to the underworld Ms. Bean"

"For Zeu- tch, don't call me that" you irritatedly rolled your eyes and softly stomp your feet.

"You look like a bean though, small." And that rest of the night was spent with you two talking about stuff, and how Aphrodite's nose bridge become higher, though it did not change in your perspective.

Days have passed and now you're standing at Styx river with Riki, and when you passed the river you now met a dog with three heads and Riki said he's name is Cerberus and he's been strangely nice to you since you've only been here for the first time and you, jocking how you can sneak in here anytime since Cerberus is nice to you; once you're finally inside of the underworld, you've met with three grannies- the three fates- though the other one looks older and the other one looks way younger, and now your standing with Riki somewhere and you're not quite sure where exactly, but it's all red and dark like when the sun sets but it looks like forever.

"So..." You start, expecting something and breaking the silence.

"So. My surprise is nothing..." he said looking up, tilting his head, and smiling.

"...what? like nothing?" You ask in knitted eyebrows with a gaped mouth.

"Nothing." He replied simply, pressing his lips with each other.

"Wha- ...what about the thing you want to show me?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

You then do not realize your eyes are watering and your mouth swiftly closed with confusion and betrayal in your eyes and slowly your heads hung low, you're looking like a fool now, expecting others for something while you have not done something for them in return is unfair; you should have not expected something, but he told you he would give you something.

Riki looks at you, examining your tensed shoulders and stiff form below him with incredibly low head, looking at your feet and tears dropping on them.

"Y/n, I-" he said but you cut him off running to the exit, reaching his hand to you and lowering them after.

"I'm sorry!! I'm not feeling okay right now!!" You yelled while running covering your hurt voice with something else. Now he's left by himself, and thinking he fucked up, and letting out a sigh, he goes to his chamber. ( I don't know if there's a chamber or smthn, it's never really mentioned I think? I've read the orig stories bw. )

After that day, you and Riki never talked to each other, though your days have been quieter since that day, you're still hurt by his act, though he never really stopped from pranking others, cause as far as you know he's been pranking mortals now for the past decades and throwing dirty tricks on other gods and goddesses. You don't know if you miss him or not, but there are these tight feelings inside your chest every time he's with the goddess of possession, and laughing with her.

You know you shouldn't supposed to feel like this, but you are, you feel so jealous right now.

You're currently at Jay's party, and it's been half a century since the incident in the underworld and you and Riki haven't said a word, and now he's with Katochí - oc the goddess of possession- laughing with each other, like as if he's not thrown pranks on her too.

"You might dig a hole through her," a voice spoke behind you and when you look up it was the god of persuasion, Sunoo the youngest son of Aphrodite.

"Well..." You said looking down.

"What are you doing? Raise your head, you're a goddess." He said simply and left after with his signature penguin walk.

That party ended with you in the garden, avoiding looking at Riki and Katochí, and avoiding getting jealous. What Sunoo said was stuck on your mind, and as you think of it more, you finally think about how you look down to yourself, and you shouldn't. And later you feel the familiar present near you, sensing him, you shift your head back and forth looking for him, but maybe he's hiding, you thought, so you tried to look for him.

.

.

.

"BOO!"

"AK- FOR FUCKS- " you flinch holding at your chest, breathing harshly, then calming yourself down.

" Don't do that. Ever. Again."

"I love you though...." He said hugging you from the back and laying his head on your shoulder. Then you turn your head at him with widened eyes and gaped mouth.

"What??"

"I'm sorry pebble for hurting you, I was gonna say how much I love you, and how Aphrodite told me I love you, she said I'm in love with you before that night, so I annoyed you at the party and ask you to go on a date with me at the underworld because I love you, and I'm much of an idiot and chicken out all the time and made you cry." He said sighing after and leaning down, looking at your lips. You then blocked his lips from yours before they even touch.

"Wait....you love me?"

"Yes."

"Then..then why the Tartarus did you throw a bucket of fucking water at me at the party?" You said narrowing a deathly glare at him.

"I can't think of anything, so I decided to prank you." He said looking at you with those poker face of his.

"I hate you."

"But I love you though."

.

.

"Can I kiss you now"

"Hmmkay."

So he leaned in and gave you your first kiss.

"Ok Y/n, so I want four children."

"Riki what the fuck, you haven't even asked me out yet."

"So now you're my lover, and I want four children."

"We're not even married yet"

"We'll get married later, I want four children."

"Only two."

"Four."

"Fine, four."

Note: anyway to those who might attack me saying I'm sexualizing Ni-ki for the last covo with him and y/n. It's a foking joke bruh take a hint. But I'm not sure if Riki's not jocking, he wants four. And he's centuries older here. (In my story.)

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[oshicakes]

how they learned about your pregnancy

pairings. tsukishima kei x female reader, miya osamu x female reader, matsukawa issei x female reader

genre. fluff

Tsukishima Kei

"are you gaining weight?"

that stopped you from eating. you even dropped the dino nuggets you were eating.

"hey, y/n." he called you out.

you lifted your head and he noticed the tears on your eyes that's threatening to fall. you look pissed and hurt, he instantly regret what he said.

he was just teasing you. he doesn't mind if you gain or lose weight. he didn't mean to upset you.

"it's because im pregnant! you stupid giant bean pole! if you weren't making me eat all this and buying me my cravings, i wouldn't be gaining weight! im literally eating for two people and you'll say that!" you lashed out on him and stormed out of the kitchen.

he doesn't know what to say, do or react. he didn't expect your answer. he decided to follow you to the bedroom.

he saw you laying down while your head is buried on the pillow. he sighed and lay beside you.

"hey." he said as he wrap his arms on your back and let his chin rest on your head. "i didn't mean to say those words to you. the truth is i don't really mind if you gain or lose weight. i was just trying to tease you."

"you mean it?" you said and turned your head to him, looking up to meet his eyes.

he smiled softly at you and nodded. "yes. i mean it. i love you."

now, you slowly move to snuggle close to him. "im sorry i lashed out on you." you chimed while he starts caressing your head.

"it's okay. but are you serious about what you said? you're really pregnant right? i didn't misheard it?"

"yes, kei. im pregnant. we're having a baby." you said and hide your face on his neck. after saying those, it went silent.

you looked up to him and saw his wide grin as if he won a lottery bjt his eyes were a bit moist.

"you happy?" you asked.

"yes, very." then he kisses your forhead.

Miya Osamu

you've been stressing out on how to say you're pregnant to osamu causing you to eat a lot.

"what are you eating?" he said as soon as he saw you comfortably eating on the couch. while you were startled with his sudden appearance.

"uhm.. onigiri?" you hesitantly said as you munch the onigiri faster. but then he saw a different packaging of the onigiri from what his shop has.

"i know but that's not my onigiri you're eating." he narrowed his eyes while looking at you.

"im sorry! it looks enticing and delicious so i bought it!" you said in a guilty voice and you had to look at him with those pitiful eyes.

"no.... you traitor." he dramatically said and clutch his shirt on his chest.

you get up and held his arms preventing him from walking away from you. "no, let me explain. it's not what you think it is."

"no. i don't wanna hear it anymore." he dramatically said, again. he tried to remove your hands.

"please, samu. don't be like this. im just pregnant and our baby's craved for it." and that stopped him. like his breathing, his movement, everything stopped in him for a second.

"wait... are we still playing or are you?" he asked in confusion when he snapped out of his shockness.

"samu, im pregnant!"

"ey, stop toying my feelings?"

"no! im serious, dead serious! you're gonna be a dad!"

"oh god..." he covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes were open wide. "im not dreaming right?"

"ouch!" he flinched away his arms when you pinched it.

"im sorry. i just want to prove that you are not dreami-" you were cut off when he suddenly attacked your lips.

"damn! it is true! im gonna be a dad!" he shouted and jumped and jumped.

"im gonna tell this to tsumu, mom and dad!"

Matsukawa Issei

you abruptly get up and head to the bathroom. it's your morning sickness once again. you've been suffering from it for a week now.

you were suprised when you felt a warm hand rubbing your back. you saw matsukawa there, squating next to you as he scope your hair to his other hand.

"you're pregnant right?" he broke the silence between the both of you as you cleaned yourself.

"how.. how did you know?" shocked from what he said.

"your morning sickness, the smell of the cheese makes you puke, you also like eating marshmallow even though you hate it before, and you don't take pills even though i always remind you that."

"are you disappointed that i got pregnant?" your eyes starts to water and looked away from him.

"of course not. it's you that i've been thinking about. i want to have a baby with you when you are ready." he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"really? you're not mad at me?" you purred.

"no, there's no way i would be mad about you, about this. now, are you feeling okay?"

"im fine now since i throw up already."

"good. do you want something to eat? i'll try to make it for the both of you. wait... is our baby a girl or boy?"

"we'll know it months from now."

"oh. i hope he's a he so i can name him issei junior." he said and laughed at himself.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu headcanons #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa headcanons

[a-simp-for-haikyuu]

May you bless me with a Kenma, Kuroo, and Oikawa head cannon with s/o who has a really pretty smile, but they always unintentionally cover their smile or look away. So when they saw it they’re like ‘oop- heart.exe has stopped working’ ✨ THANK YOU 😽💖💖💕💓 also what’s your character max per request??

aaaaa it’s been so long since i wrote anything i’m so so so sorry :(

and i don’t really have a character limit! i’d say i’d write up to a teams worth of characters in one request (as long as it’s headcanons or drabbles) thank you for asking! （＾∇＾）

i hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting!

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Kenma, Kuroo and Oikawa with a s/o who covers their smile

— Kenma Kozume

it’s a well known fact that kenma is good at reading people

so he’s noticed this multiple times

but-

he’s stuck on if it’s a habit that you’re just used to

or if it’s an insecurity

he hopes it’s the first one since he lobs you and doesn’t want you to think down about yourself :(((

so he doesn’t know if it’s just a minor thing like a habit that there’s really no reason to bring up, or if it’s something you’re struggling with :((

but one day you were just hanging out in the gym after school waiting for your boyfriends practice to finish

and then a certain bean pole player somehow managed to cause a domino affect of almost everyone falling over

you: o_O

so you run over to see if everyone’s okay, which they are

and then you just-

giggle and reassure Lev it’s fine and that kuroo won’t make him run for seven hours maybe

and kenma is just-

blushy!! boy!!

you’re just too cute!

you notice that you’re smiling and quickly move to cover your mouth but kenma speaks before you can do so

“y/n,, your smiles really pretty,,, please smile more”

HSJSJAJAJAAJ HE WAS SO RED WHEN HE REALISED WHAT HE SAID

you were flustered at his sudden display of affection but not against it and silently nodded

are his senpais going to tease him about it later? yes

is he going to regret what he said? no

is he going to cuddle with you after practice while you two game? absolutely

— Kuroo Tetsurou

okay so

i am a firm believer in the fact kuroo just wants to make his s/o laugh

but when i say laugh i mean like milk coming out of their nose while they’re eating cereal laugh

he’s the king of bad puns but honestly i’m one to talk-

but every time you laugh you either look away or cover your face with you hand

and he’s pouty >:(((

,,,

and then he comes up with a solution

tickling 👁👄👁

you’re just trying to enjoy your favourite movie and then a certain rooster head barges into your room

you: ???

him: 👹

he just like,,, JUMPS on you and starts tickling you

it’s kinda scary how well he executed that plan

after the burst of laughter has stopped and it’s just small giggles and a smile

hE SWOONS

THIS MAN SIMPED FOR U BEFORE

BUT NOW IT’S LIKE 100000x MORE

but he’s just staring so you go to turn your head away

but he holds your head in his hands and kisses you 🥺🥺

“why didn’t you tell me your smile was so pretty?”

he’s smirking of course

he’s gonna do everything in his power to make you smile from now on

and he’s not gonna let you cover it up

those dad jokes are going to get so much worse so please be prepared

— Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa knows you’re a powercouple

you’re both vvv pretty so it’s a given :D

he’s always showing you off whether you agreed to or not

“iwa-chan~ doesn’t s/o look amazing today!”

however he doesn’t notice how you cover up your smile until Iwa points it out

“oi trashykawa, have you ever seen y/n smile?”

que the jeopardy music playing in his head

“of course i hav- wAIT I HAVEN’T”

his jaw drops and he immediately stands up

iwa is just rolling his eyes and wondering how he got such a dramatic best friend ssnsjsjs

you think you hear your name being called from somewhere but you ignore it thinking it’s just your imagination

but it starts getting closer and closer till your boyfriend skids in front of you and stops you in your tracks

“SMILE” 0_0

“wha-“

“I NEED TO SEE YOUR SMILE”

“oI TRASHYKAWA YOU’RE GONNA SCARE HER”

and then he slams a volleyball into your boyfriends head :’)

oikawa is already preparing to make attempt number two before he hears you stifle a laugh

this man has never looked up so fast in his life-

you cover your mouth with your hand but oikawa grabs it and then does a dramatic gasp

“OH MY GOD S/O I KNEW YOU WERE GORGEOUS BUT YOU’RE AN ANGEL”

your laugh? angelic

your smile? heavenly

he starts peppering your face with kisses and compliments in between

before intertwining your hands and walking out of the school gate with you by his side

Iwa is just standing there looking like the mike wazoski meme-

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma hcs #kuroo hcs #oikawa hcs #kenma headcanons #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #kenma kozume hcs #kenma kozume headcanons #kuroo tetsurou hcs #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #oikawa tooru headcanons #oikawa tooru hcs #kenma kozume x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #request #hq kenma #hq oikawa #hq kuroo #hq fanfic #hq anime #hq imagines

[my-simp-land]

My Whole World

Bucky wants to go for a motorcycle ride, and you end up going with him as his "chaperone." A beautiful kaleidoscope awaits you. Bucky x reader. 1954 words. Fluff. Have fun on the ride :))

“Hey Friday? Do we have any grapes?”

“We do not, Miss. We have gala apples, bananas, blueberries, mangos, strawberries, and watermelon.”

“Strawberries and sugar, it is. Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.”

It’s a short walk to the kitchen. I’m on hall GERS, so I have to walk through the common area to get to the kitchen. As I approached, I could hear quite the argument. Likely, Bucky and Sam. Or Bucky and Tony. The way I describe it, and it might be my bias, but Bucky isn’t actually the problem. Bucky and Sam were like a married couple; they could fight all day and go home and climb into bed together. Bucky and Tony are something else though. After Bucky’s rehabilitation in Wakanda, it took a while for Tony to accept Bucky’s apology and allow him to stay in the compound without constant surveillance. That was a tense period of times. Bucky always tries to be kind to Tony, but if Tony gets slightly agitated then it’s on.

“It’s just a ride. The bike has trackers. My arm has trackers. I can even be back before dark.”

“I don’t care, tin man. You’re not leaving the premises without a chaperone. You live with the Avengers, and if you run or turn or get captured, what does that say about us?”

“I won’t be turned! Shuri got it out of my head! And Vision and (Y/N) made sure of it! I don’t understa-”

Now is a good time if any. “Hey guys. Have any dinner plans?”

Silence.

“Well...I’m just gonna grab some strawberries real quick then I’ll be out of your hair.”

It was deathly silent as I arranged my plate with strawberries and fixed a little ramekin with some sugar. It’s usually Sam and Bucky that do the staring contest, but Tony can be childish too.

“I don’t think I need a babysitter.”

“And I don’t care.”

And the bomb dropped. They were yelling over each other to quite a degree. Yelling was never your thing. Or any loud noise in all honesty. Trauma does funny things to you. You could see Steve and Sam at the common room entrance and Wanda and Nat at the other hall enterance. I’m certain we are about to see the beginning of the second civil war.

“YOU’RE SCARING (Y/N)!”

“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT BROUGHT IT UP WITH HER STILL HERE! YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE!”

“YOU RAISED YOUR VOICE FIRST! IT WAS JUST A NORMAL CONVERSA-”

“BULLSHIT! YOU JUST CAN’T LIVE WIT-”

“i’ll do it.”

Everything seemed to stand still. Onlookers happened to turn to me, and Bucky and Tony were locked in another staring contest. I guess I’ll have to say it again.

“I’ll do it. I’ll ride with you, Bucky. Just- just stop yelling please.”

Bucky sighed and looked away from Tony, losing the contest. “Doll, you don’t have to ride with me. I’ll just put it off. You don’t even like motorcycles. I’ll just hang here.” He tried to do that smile that would make me agree. I coud see it in his blue eyes that he was sad about it though. It seems to him that I’m agreeing with Tony about him needing a babysitter.

“No. We’ll ride. I trust you to drive.”

His eyes nearly doubled in size. I knew I hooked him. It wasn’t often that someone said that to him, even after his rehab. I do trust him though. He’s always protected me on missions, HYDRA and Avengers alike. He’s the most dangerous person I know, but I know without a doubt that he would save me should something happen on our drive.

“Okay. That’s settled. Thank you for riding with Tin Man. I’ll see you two once you’re back.”

Tony turned and left the kitchen. It seems like everyone else cleared out pretty quick too. That just leaves me, Bucky, and my strawberries.

“You can uh, eat before we go. I didn’t plan on being back soon.”

“Okay.”

“And maybe something a little warmer. It gets cold on the mountain after dark.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you in 45.”

A quick snack, refresh, and change of clothes later, I was stepping into the garage to meet Bucky. When you stepped in, you could spot Bucky near the back looking at Tony’s father’s car. Tony would keep them out of sight, but Bucky and Steve enjoyed them. It also reminded them of how different they are.

“Hey Buck. Ready to go?”

“Yeah, doll. Just...looking. Steve is letting us borrow his bike. Let me show you some safety stuff on it...just in case, y’know.”

We walked over to the Steve’s bike. It was a pretty bikes, but you’d seen it plenty. Steve loved that thing like it was a child. Bucky however, he was something else. He had his long hair pulled back into a half up half down look. His stubble had recently graduated into a beard. The extra dark hair on his face made his blue eyes pop even more. His outfit though. It was rare to see him out of his usual hoodie, basketball shorts, and slides or his field outfit. He had dressed warm for the occasion. Bucky wore his leather coat over a navy henley. He wore dark jeans and heavy iron toed boots. He was the definition of…

“Doll, you listening?”

“Uh, no.”

“I figured as much. Put your helmet on and we’ll go.”

“What about your helmet? I know you might not have much up there, but it is quite a pretty face.” His eye roll was so hard it probably could’ve detached his eyes.

“Super soldier, angel. I don’t nee-”

“James Buchanan, I will not get on a death trap motorcycle with someone who doesn’t have a helmet on. Do you even have a driver’s license? Muchless a motorcycle license?”

“I’ll put a helmet on if you don’t ask about my license situation anymore. Deal?”

“You drive a hard bargain. Okay, deal.” I handed him my helmet. He slipped it on as I grabbed another. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Hop on, doll. Yeah, just like that. Scoot closer. Closer. Like right up against- yeah. Yes. Alrighty. Your feet will rest here and here. Keep them there so you don’t burn yourself on the motor. Perfect, dollface. Now, just hold on. Not- no. Doll, hold on to me. You won’t have any stability behind me.”

“I don’t know about this…”

“You agreed. Just hold me like you hold that big green frog marshmallow thing.”

“Bucky!”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you clutch that thing. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t busted it yet. Now hold on.”

“I hate you.”

He laughed that sweet beautiful laugh. It was rare to get a genuine laugh out of him, so maybe this death machine was worth it. “I know you do.”

And we were off. Back tire skidded and fish tailed behind us. Tony would complain about that. My helmet was glued between Bucky’s shoulder blades. My screams and Bucky’s laughter filled the comms. The wind blew past us, but my arms didn’t let up on Bucky’s torso. My heart felt like it was beating out my chest. I’m certain he could feel my heart on his back. I could feel us turn through the curvy mountain roads. Thankfully I listened to Bucky and got a thicker coat or I would be frozen to the bone.

“Doll, look up.”

“No. My head is gonna fly off if I look up.”

“I promise, doll. Don’t you trust me.”

Fuck.

I would much rather be shot again than lift my head from the safety of Bucky’s back, but he pulled the stupid trust card. “You can do it, angel. It’s so worth it.”

It was slow motion. My head came up, and the wind blew across my helmet and down my neck. I had to blink to get used to the light again. Everything was so beautiful, The yellow-greens of the spring leaves created a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors around us. White blossoms littered the road and fell around us. Sunbeams poked through the leaves and reflected off in a perfect way.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. We’ll stop up here to watch the sunset.”

Everything seemed to slow down. I was so enamored by the scenery I didn’t notice Bucky stealing glances at my big head. I definitely looked like a bobble head.

Bucky pulled off the road onto a lookout. We had the perfect view of the valley.

“Wow Bucky. Look! You can see the compound from here! Oh wow. The trees are so pretty. Everything is...golden.”

“Yeah. I remember driving up here a couple times before the war. The first time I came was not long after Becca was born. I was still really young, but I remember the stars sparkling. It was the first time I had ever seen them. Y’know, being in Brooklyn and light pollution and what not. I knew I wanted to spend every night here, just looking at the stars.”

Bucky shuffled a little closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him. We faced the sun as it set deeper into the valley. Everything was turning from a nice green yellow to orange and golden,

“The second time was not long before I was shipped out. I had saved up enough for gas to borrow my pa’s truck. We spent all day here. It was unbearably hot all day. Poor Steve, he was still a bean pole, and I basically had to sell my soul to keep him long enough to see the sunset. It was worth it though. I would do it everyday for him. We stood here, just like us, and watched the sunset. We’d seen the sunset plenty, but his face when he looked up and saw those stars. His face was priceless.”

I could see how much Steve meant to him, and how much he missed his home. Even though he was getting better at fitting in, it still wasn’t where he belonged.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I wish I could take you back.”

“No, no, no. Doll. I didn’t mean it that way.” His hands covered my shoulders, flesh and metal. “I’m trying to say...oh lord how do i? I’ve only brought my best friend here and now you and...I don’t know. I’m not as smooth as I was. Just uh...I want you to know that you’re special to me. In a Steve but not Steve way.”

My mouth was a perfect O. I knew I was daft, but this is a new low. My brain was already short-circuiting, but I shut down when he grabbed my face. I was stuck staring into his ocean blue eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His soft lips touched mine. My body was suddenly in motion. Our chests were squished together and my hands found their way to the back of his neck, his hair intertwined my fingers. In that moment, his breath became mine. Our souls were one. Everything I was flowed through him, and everything he was flowed through me. Fuck the sunset, this is something else.

We pulled away. It was like post nut clarity. “I hope you did the same for Steve when you brought him.” Bucky died laughing. The full belly laugh that would hurt if you laughed too long. It was highly contagious because I was leaning into him. “You know Steve is too modest to do something as passionate as that.”

Our laughter trailed off, and we were left staring at the valley. We missed the actual sunset, but you could begin to see the stars poking through.

“It’s like looking over the whole world.”

“Yeah, my whole world.”

yoooo. i hope you enjoyed. i love doing little domestic pieces like this. if you have some ideas for domestic pieces you want to see, please send me an ask. i can't promise i'll write since i'm inconsistent af, but it might motivated me more :))

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #fatws bucky #bucky fic #bucky x you #bucky imagine #marvel #sebastian stan #fluff #fanfic #bucky barns fanfiction

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 12: Changes •

A/N: The missing gaps in time are on purpose since they will be in book 2 as flashbacks, which will include references to events you have not read yet. All fluff and shenanigans this chapter to make up for last, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: brief mention of nausea and gore towards the very end, but otherwise, tooth-rotting fluff!

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

              - David Bowie, Changes

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- 𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -

    "I still can't believe you went after Bowers," Richie scoffs.

    As he steps off his porch and onto his lawn he looks over at his best friend and takes another gander at the bruises and welts littering her skin. Her lip was still busted and despite his and his mother's efforts to clean her bottom lip of blood, it must have started bleeding again sometime during the night as more had crusted over.

    "Yeah, well," she shrugs. "It felt good,"

    "Yeah," he snorts. "It looks like it,"

    "You know what I mean," She elbowed him and he nodded with a little laugh.

    "What d'ya want to do? I mean, we could keep standing around here like a bunch of idiots, but-" he shrugs, hands falling into his pockets, and Y/n smiles.

    "I dunno," she shrugs. A wince falls over her face, a painful-looking one at that. "But I don't think I'm gonna be welcome back at the Capitol Theatre any time soon."

    Richie nodded, a ghostly look falling over his face at all that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours alone. He still couldn't believe she had done that. He still couldn't believe a lot of things but her being in his corner after what she had found out seemed a little harder to believe right now. Especially after the junkyard... But - Jesus, that was already a week and a half ago, it felt like only hours.

    He could hear her words from the park the other day in his ears and he suddenly felt the urge to pay her back. He smiled his charming crooked smile and hoped for the best.

    "You still craving fries?"

    "Always," she answered, a look of suspicion written in her features. "Why?"

    Y/n didn't know why she kept asking these questions when she knew the answer. She didn't at all like the look growing in his eyes or the stupid feeling of guilt growing in her stomach.

    "Cause I'm prepared to make a deal with ya toots,"

     "Oh, yeah?"

    "Sure am," he says, patting his hand over his left pocket. "I'd been saving up for a long weekend at the arcade but that's a bust. And I just got a raise on my allowance ━ that's again, toots. Allowance. It's the money you get when you do stuff for people, you might never have heard of it--"

    "Is there a point here, Rich? Cause if so, you better get to it faster,"

    "Point is, I'm packing and I'm also craving milkshakes. So how's about I treat you to the biggest pile of fries your staved ass has ever seen--"

    Y/n shoots him a knowing look, ready to detest when he holds out a finger.

    "If," he continues. "you take me there."

    "Take you there?"

    "Take me there," he nodded. "By piggyback."

    Y/n gave thought to this, all while hiding behind an unimpressed look. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starving.

    Richie shrugged. "Hey, you're the one always saying you don't want to feel like charity. Well, this ain't charity, this is work with a reward. Take it or leave it,"

    Her unimpressed look grows stronger in an attempt to buy her time. But it's useless, her stomach answers for her with a long growl and a smile sneaks up on her.

    She steps forward, crouching down a bit for him to jump on her back. "Alright, let's get this over with."

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    "You know, I was really worried about carrying you, but dude, you weigh like nothing. You're a fucking bean pole," Y/n says.

    She comes to a slow before straightened her back letting him slide off her back and onto the ground. The two of them had arrived at the nearest diner in the town square where they now stood.

    "Well, not to brag or anything, but," he fluffs his collar. "I took a massive shit before we left,"

    "Ugh!" a shocked and uncomfortable laugh breaks loose from Y/n and she sticks out her tongue in disgust. "Regretting this already."

    She threw open the doors and the two found themselves inside one of Derry's lesser diners.

    It smelled like sausage and coffee beans, and it had a vibrant red and black theme. There were maybe nine or ten people there, little kids included and they could hear the jukebox blasting a David Bowie song. Y/n had a hard time enjoying it with the combination of a full bladder and an empty stomach so she turns to Richie and nudges him with her elbow.

    "I'm gonna run to the restroom. Get us a booth?"

    "Do your thing," Y/n nods and disappears around the corner. As his eyes follow her, they land on the corner in question she had disappeared around where there sat the jukebox.

    He wanders over, eyeing the machine as Changes reaches a crescendo. A mischievous smile blooms as the lights from the window illuminated his face.

    "Three plays for a dollar, huh?"

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    When Y/n returned from the restroom, she had expected to find Richie lounging in a booth somewhere, feet up and bugging the employees. She did not expect to turn the corner and nearly collide with the boy as he stood at the Jukebox and feeding all his money into it.

    "Dude! I carried you here, you owe me fries!"

    "And you shall get them my liege," answered Richie in a Shakespearean tone. "But first!" He dropped the act and looked away from the Jukebox for the first time, wearing an almost evil grin. "A social experiment,"

    Y/n's brow furrowed as she watched Richie punch in the same Tom Jones song over and over and over. It was then she caught on to what he was doing. She held out a hand as her eyes watched the Jukebox.

    "Hey, hey, hey, wait," she said, stopping Richie in his tracks.

    He looked up at her with a pout. "Relax, toots. I saved just enough for their biggest basket of fries, you'll get them." Then Richie saw the look on her face. He could practically see the gears turning.

    "No, not that. It's just..." she said, eyes never leaving the list of songs. "Before you put in more, you should throw in one It's Not Unusual,"

    And that's when the afternoon went from good to great.

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    By now, the duo had ordered and waited. They now sat tucked into a corner booth with a great view of the street corner and the passers-by of Derry. Changes had long since ended, and the remaining songs in the queue had trickled out. Richie memorized the song queue and was silently counting down until the big moment as he sat across from his battered-up best friend.

    Her busted lip poked out in a bored pout, her chin propped up on her palm as she balanced her head on the table while looking out at the graying town landscape. It always escaped her how Derry could possibly look so gloomy on even the hottest, brightest days of summer. Until recently that is, the truth all too clear to her and her friends now.

    The thought of the Losers scattered all over this hellhole only added to the gloom. They should all be here, together. Pointlessly debating which condiment goes best with fries, not fighting over... Over what they had fought over.

    Y/n's eyes finally broke away from the manhole at the center of the little intersection outside and wandered over to Richie. He had stolen the salt and pepper shakers from a few empty (and not so empty) tables and was currently doing his best to construct a salt and pepper shaker tower. His tongue was sticking out from between his curled lips and his glasses were sliding to the end of his nose at the angle he looking. The tower was nearly three shakers high and Y/n could hear him muttering, 'where's Haystack when you need him?' under his breath.

    The gloom Y/n had been thinking so intently on was suddenly ebbed away at the sight, and the corners of her lips hooked into a small smile.

    At least she had her favorite Trashmouth.

    "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold," said Richie, never once looking up from his tower.

    Y/n snorts. "You're unbearable,"

    Richie shrugs defensively. "Hey, you're the one who said we're stuck with each other," he clicks his tongue and winks. "No going back on that kind of deal,"

    "Oh, I meant what I said," Y/n releases her chin and folds both arms on the table. She hated getting all serious again, but she just needed to be sure. Her voice softens, trying to catch Richie's eye. "All of it, okay?"

    Richie's hand around the salt shaker stops, and he pries his eyes off the tower and to his best friend. Despite her intentions and promises, everything that transpired the day before -- good and bad -- flooded over him and made him tense.

    She suddenly offered him her pinky and a small smile.

    "Stuck forever?"

    Richie rolls his eyes. He didn't quite know who to blame, maybe just the losers in general, but he was going all soft and lame.

    "Like my ass and a toilet seat, toots,"

    He locked his pinky with hers and the deal was sealed forever.

    Y/n leaned back on her side of the booth and took a large swig of the complimentary water as her eyes returned to the streets. The chatter of the diner had died down a little. There weren't as many people since they got there, but they were still filtering in and out. But when Y/n had a hard time shaking off the images she had of her best friend in the state he had been, she deems it safe enough to lean forward and lowered her voice.

    "You know," she began picking at her napkin, making slow and tiny tears here and there. "I--" she sighs, not knowing how or where to begin. "I wouldn't blame you."

    Richie, having abandoned his shaker tower, frowns.

"I wouldn't blame you if maybe, it was -- or is hard to be..." she shakes her head again and rubs her forehead trying to find the words. "I wouldn't blame you if it was hard to be around me and Eddie," She blurts.

    "I'm gonna stop you right there," Richie says. "We're not gonna do that, okay? You have exceeded your sappy meter and you're gonna need to wait about 48 hours for it to charge up again. I think we've both had enough, right?"

    Y/n swallowed her words. She swallowed any promise she was holding out to him that their feelings for Eddie wouldn't change anything. That she wouldn't ever want to stand in their way, however true it was. And instead, she made a new one.

    "Let's just agree, whatever happens, happens. Let that be whatever it needs to be. Even if that means neither of us gets to see that adorable, asthmatic pipsqueak ever again. Deal?"

    Y/n fought the bittersweet smile threatening to appear. She could see it now. Richie knew what he needed to know about himself now, and that was already a lot for him to handle. She could see in his eyes he wasn't ready for the possibility of whatever was his feelings for Eddie Kaspbrak.

    Y/n's stomach turns to knots when the thought crosses her mind, but that only confirms to her it was time.

    She looks around the diner, looking for prying eyes and she still finds none. She leans in, voice lowered as she fiddles with her napkin again. "I'm uh--," she clears her throat. "I've never told anyone this, but..."

    She lets out a sharp breath. "Well, let's just say Eddie isn't the first Loser I've ever had feelings for,"

    Richie shakes his head, making a "what am I supposed to do with that?" face at her sudden shyness. She only gives him a solid stare until it finally clicks.

    Richie collapses against the seatback with a gaping, triumphant look.

    "No. Fucking. Way," Richie slaps his hands on the table and leans forward, and an ugly excited laugh comes barreling out of his chest. "You big homo!"

    "Would you fucking shut up?!" Y/n hisses, reaching over and shoving him back against his seat by his forehead. She looks around the diner and determines no one had heard that. Maybe except one guy in his forties, but that was most likely about him knowing they did something to the jukebox. He was sat with his young kids, looking tired and all too suspicious of their laughter at the jukebox. Finally, she laughs a little. "Beep, beep you moron."

    "You telling me you and Little Orphan Annie...?"

    "I'm saying," Y/n sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "I meant it when I said you're not alone, alright?"

    The look in Richie's eyes hardly changes.

    "No!" She answers. "No, nothing's happened but..." Y/n shook her head. "I had feelings for a really long time, up until about two years ago."

    "Wowza," Richie sighs, leaning back into his seat and plopping one hand on the table. He sighs. "We sure know how to pick em,"

    "Yeah, you could say that," Y/n laughs.

    In fact, that's all she could say. A million things ran through her head, things she wanted to say to Richie but couldn't. Cause when she looked in Richie's eyes at that moment she -- they both -- knew everything unsaid could remain that way. With one look they knew. They knew that they could both count on each other, have each other's back. And that included Eddie too. They knew that no matter who held Eddie's heart, they could both agree that Eddie's happiness -- and each other's -- was most important.

    The sound of brass instruments invaded the atmosphere, pulling the duo's eyes to the jukebox across the diner. Their faces lit up in matching grins, both of them nearly forgetting the psychological horror they had just unleashed upon the diner.

    "What's new pussycat? Woah, wo~ah,"

    And thus began the best meal they ever had.

- 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -

    Y/n relished at the demanding burst of cool air that bombarded her sweaty skin as she stepped inside Keene's pharmacy. The grip on the money she had scraped together tucked tightly in her right palm grew tighter when the shopkeeper's bell announced her arrival. Her eyes fell to her injured leg, and by now her feet have already begun their journey forward towards the first aid supplies. The last of the bandages secured around her leg, and she winced at the faded and stained cloth that was in dire need of a change.

    Her eyes pick up from the ground when she hears a choked gasp only to find the boy that had been occupying her thoughts standing before her.

    "Y/n," His voice is meek and heavy with sadness, and you can hear the absence of breath in his lungs that she always seemed to create.

    Despite the staggering stampede of emotions she felt, she found herself releasing a chuckle. "Hey, shrimp."

    The name itself would have been strong enough to send hooks into the corner of his lips, tugging them into a half-smile had it not been for the sight before him; she was a wreck. Looked as if she had been put through an actual wringer and his heart stops for a moment, in fear. At that moment he is grateful he has his inhaler, Y/n had a talent for taking his breath away but he never would have dreamed of it happening this way. Already his mind is going at twice its speed, a mad swarm of thoughts that dizzy his head, and as quickly as he can he tries to pluck one - just one - thing to say to her. When he finally speaks, he is thankful that his voice has returned to him.

    "How's your leg?"

    He doesn't have to ask, the first thing he saw - the very feature that tipped him off about her - was the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around her left calf. He couldn't imagine why it would still be bleeding, much less this profusely given how long ago it had been. Perhaps it had opened back up. And Eddie felt it best not to address the new set of scrapes and bandages that were scattered across her arms and legs, though each one filled him with worry. But her eye... it was completely swollen, and several shades darker than a usual bruise.

    She grew rather sick looking at the question and instantly he was filled with dread. Had It gotten to her again? Was it something new entirely? Either way, he felt a great deal of guilt he hadn't been there, and more than anything he wanted her safe. Maybe, if it wasn't too crazy, be the one to look out for her. To protect her.

    "I just," she swallows thickly, eyes darting around to avoid his eye line.

    Eddie tilts his head, encouraging her to continue. She looks as if she's about to unload a great deal off of her chest, but after a moment she shakes her head.

    "Nothing," she lies. "Just need new bandages."

    Eddie's horrified expression does not waver, but only intensifies, zeroing in on her. He just simply can't ignore the state she's in. And while every instinct inside him screams to jump in and help, he knows that's not his call nor his place. But he had to ask, he had to know.

    "Are you okay?" He blurts suddenly. He mentally slapped himself. Of course she wasn't. "What happened...? You're leg? You're eye? Are you in trouble at home? Was it...?"

    She grows tense, and Eddie scolds himself once more when he sees her walls rebuilding themselves. He hated his stupid word vomit sometimes.

    "No, Eddie!" she says tiredly, sighing at her slight outburst. "I'm..." she sighs again, staring at the floor, looking almost... calculated.

    Finally, she picks her head back up, her expression flat, but her tone a bit softer. "Just Bowers. The usual."

    Eddie couldn't help but feel like she was lying. And that hurt him. But he understood. If she had pressed him about things at home he probably would have done the same. Eddie sighed deeply as well.

    He missed the way things were.

    He missed Y/n.

    He missed the feeling he got around her, the storm of butterflies and mind-numbing fits of laughter they'd bring out in one another. He missed the way his skin would tingle like every blood cell was on fire when their skin accidentally brushed together. Eddie missed the way he'd lose himself in thoughts about her like he was now.

    Eddie didn't realize it until that last thought crossed his mind, but this was the first time in weeks he felt something other than anxiety and fear. And maybe he was crazy, but when he looked in Y/n's eyes now he thought he saw it too -

    "I'm sorry, Eddie," she says, breaking him from his daydream, sending him falling back down to earth. "But I really need to take care of this."

    He glances down at her leg, the bandage still soaked with blood and he feels fear squeeze his chest again. She was leaving. And that meant he had to, as well. He would have to say goodbye and go back home to his mother. He could hear her haunted cries, whining at him and wailing. What took you so long, Eddie? Don't you know what you're doing to my heart?

    Eddie goes rigid at the thought when he realizes; the last time he saw Y/n... Those horrible things his mother had said to her and he... Jesus, what she must think.

    "Y-Y/n," he sputters desperately as she begins to limp around him. She had gotten no answer for once again he had gotten lost in his thoughts. But he couldn't have it end like this. He just couldn't. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

    She stops in her tracks and looks back at him, thoughtfully. A sad smile graces her face.

    "I know, shrimp,"

    Her eyes hold a thousand words, a million things she wants to say to him as he wants to say to her. But they die out, and she turns away.

    "Y/n!"

    He couldn't let her go, he just couldn't. Then why was this so difficult? He always had a mouthful to say, but around Y/n L/n, Eddie was always speechless.

    "I wanna..." he gulps, a pleading, sincere look in his eyes. "I wanna see you again." He admits.

    Y/n smiles sadly. Like she doesn't want to let him go either. But still, she gives him a pleading look after gesturing to her leg.

    "Eddie, I gotta take care of this,"

     His head sunk to the floor and he nodded, embarrassed. Of course, what the hell was he thinking? She didn't need him coming in and messing things -

    Her sudden sigh broke his thoughts. "Meet me outside in five? I could use some help,"

     A nervous smile broke out, stretching and hurting his cheeks and Eddie nodded when he met her eye. He was out the door without another word, back in the alley where he had first bandaged her up all those months ago.

    His mind raced with possibility and more unanswered questions. What would he do, what would he say? What had happened to her, and could he have been there to stop it? His face still burned with embarrassment when he thought of the things he let his mother say to her, how livid he was with himself.

    It was all he could do not to bounce off the walls from the jitters. The crates from the last alley visit, or at least some like it, remained and so Eddie eagerly took a seat. His knee bounced up and down at unnatural speeds as his mind raced, his eyes wandering the alley as the wind swept in a familiar summer breeze against his cheeks.

    "I really need to focus right now," he orders, his hands making delicate work of the bandage over the new kid's stomach.

    "You need to focus?" Richie snorts over his shoulder, causing Eddie's cheeks to burn.

    "Yeah, can you go get me something?"

    "Jesus! What do you need?"

    "Go get my bifocals. I hid 'em in my second fanny pack."

    Y/n leaned forward, balanced on her knees with a crooked smile that would with Eddie for days. "You have a second fanny pack?"

    The burning in his cheeks grew, and Stan joined in. "Yeah, why do you have two?"

    Eddie didn't dare meet anyone's eye, let alone Richie or Y/n's.

    "I need to focus right now and it's a long story. I don't want to get into it."

    Besides! He was telling the truth! He needed to focus. Who knows what kind of shit has gotten into this kid's system by now?

    Eddie had nearly finished with the new kid's bandages when he heard the jingle of the store bell.

    "Yep. Thanks." Came the hardened voice of Y/n backing out and towards the alley with a pressed and forced smile before turning for the alley and away from whoever she had been talking to. Eddie was the only one to have caught the small whispered words under her breath from the silence of the alley. "-for nothing, I guess..."

    Eddie shot up from his seat, subconsciously straightening out his shirt.

    "Everything okay? What was that all about?" He asked as Y/n finally joined him. Eddie sputtered, mentally kicking himself for prying. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything, it's just you seemed frustrated. You know what never mind, you probably want to get your leg fixed up, right?"

   Eddie stopped again, shifting on his feet when he realized Y/n must be waiting to talk. "Sorry," he mumbled. And to his great surprise, she smiled.

    "Don't be. I've missed your word vomit," she joked.

    Eddie could feel the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile, and something happened to him he hadn't felt in a long time; flutters invaded his chest, making the air he breathed feel lighter and his stomach was doing flips. And he would have fallen harder had he known Y/n's stomach was doing flips right along with him, and a burning sensation lighting up her neck and ears.

    "Well, here-" Eddie said, snapping out of his daze, no longer able to stand by and ignore the gash in her leg. He supposed it really was like old times. He stepped aside, gesturing for the crates and taking the bag of supplies Y/n had handed over.

    "For real though," Eddie began, eyeing her nervously as he unzipped his fanny bag and begun fishing inside for hand wipes. "What happened, Y/n?"

    Her smile fell, and her eyes dropped to her lap where her fingers fiddled together. To Eddie, it felt like a long time before she finally answered.

    "A lot's happened since Niebolt, I'll leave it at that,"

    Eddie nodded, and stepped forward, lowering himself to his knees before her injured leg, and began unwrapping the first of the supplies from her grocery bag. "It feels like years ago,"

    "Yeah, it does," Y/n croaks.

    There's another small silence and Eddie feels a tug in his chest when her eyes linger over him. He only spares a moment to meet her eyes back before taking a deep breath and holding it. With a wince, he unraveled the cloth and quickly discarded it. He tried not to linger on the injury; the edges of her claw-like scars remained, but it looked as if they had been messily pried back open.

    Like deja vu, Eddie found himself battling to keep his lunch in his stomach, but the overall worry in his system for one of his best friends triumphed over it this time around. He dismissed the urge to gag and instead darted his eyes to Y/n in between his work.

    "So..." he asked, realizing he didn't really know where to start. "how have you been? Other than, you know," he laughed nervously.

    To his relief, Y/n smiled.

    "It's hard not being around the losers. I only ever see Richie anymore. Even Bev and I haven't really spoken since the fight, which has been really hard. We've been in each other's lives for so long,"

    As Eddie finishes cleaning the wound, his heart sinks a little at her words. True, he missed Beverly very much. But he also knew all too well what Y/n spoke of, and judging by the look in her eye as she softens at him, she knows it too. She gives him a gentle nudge with her foot.

    "He misses you too," she says, growing another small smile. "Won't shut up about you, in fact. Which is saying something... Guess I'm one to talk, though," she adds, watching him nervously out of the corner of her eye, and Eddie's heart skipped another beat.

    "What about you, shrimp? Dare I ask?" She says with a smile.

    Eddie, Y/n noticed, had been unusually quiet. By now, on any other occasion, he would have talked laps around her by now but something was keeping him. Maybe he just feels a bit out of step, she thinks, as she did. It had been far too long since things had been normal for either of them. But something told her he was now particularly quiet perhaps because he wasn't all that eager to share how things had been for him since the losers split. She couldn't imagine things had been well at home with his mother given everything that had transpired.

    So she didn't pry. She changes the subject, hoping to get his mind off of whatever might be bothering him. Her mind returns to his previous questions, and she bites the bullet.

    "Quitting my job." She says finally, stunning Eddie enough to pull his attention away for a split second. "You wondered what I was doing there. And aside from restocking, I was um... I was quitting my job."

    "You got a job at Keene's Pharmacy? When?" Eddie asked, reaching for a strip of gauze.

    Y/n seemed to think about it for a minute, counting the days in her head before shrugging. Leaning forward, she holds the gauze in places Eddie begins applying the bandages. "I guess a little over two weeks after Niebolt. I did little things around the store, this and that really,"

    "How come I never saw you?" Eddie asked, and Y/n shrugged.

    "He had me running errands most of the time," and she smiled a little. "But sometimes I'd stick around a little longer. I'd offer to sweep or restock the shelves or something. It's stupid, I know, but... I don't know, I guess I was hoping to see some admittedly cute... shrimpy little dude come walking in to refill his inhaler. Is that stupid?"

    Eddie paused, unable to hide the smile or the raging blush taking over his face. Y/n smiled to herself when she saw it, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a little bit of it too. Finally, Eddie spoke. Or at least, he tried to. His voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat, quickly shaking his head as he secured the bandages in place and began disinfecting his hands.

    "No. No, that's not stupid at all. I mean, I don't know if I'd say shrimpy, necessarily, maybe a little skinny but-"

    Y/n laughed, smiling hard at the boy she hadn't stopped thinking about for weeks. Like Eddie, she hadn't realized just how much she had missed him until now. But, she hoped, maybe she could change that.

    Eddie trailed off, his ears burning at her laugh but a smile on his face all the same. At this moment, everything was perfect. Or seemingly so, at least. And then...

    "Thanks, Doctor K,"

     He smiled, a sinking feeling in his chest knowing what was coming next as she hoisted herself back on her feet. "Yeah, of course."

    A silence falls over the two, a silence they know won't last.

    "I guess I should get going," Y/n says finally, gesturing down the alleyway. "I'm meeting up with Richie later, he's swinging by my place." And for a moment, she looks hopeful and Eddie already knows what she's going to ask. "You're welcome to come. We both really miss you,"

    Yet again, Eddie Kaspbrak finds himself with a million thoughts racing in his head, but no words on his tongue. What could he say that wouldn't hurt her? What could he say that wouldn't essentially admit he was still a coward who couldn't stand up to his own mother? What could he say?

    But evidently, he doesn't have to. Y/n can see it in his eyes, and any trace of hope deflates with her. She nods sadly, eyes now on the ground and her freshly bandaged leg. "I get it, Eddie. It's fine. You don't have to say anything."

    "Y/n..." He didn't know what felt worse; knowing he let her down, or the sound of her using his real name.

    "Really, it's okay,"

    But it wasn't okay. And Eddie knew that. Today he had been given a second chance with Y/n, and already he had fucked it up. Or so he thought...

    A smile returned to her face just before she left; it wasn't nearly as bright as it had been moments ago, but it was as real as any other he had seen all summer. And then she spoke. She spoke the three words over her shoulder as she disappeared out of view that returned a familiar spark to his chest.

    "I'll call you."

    There was hope yet.

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[kenjikutie]

so, how about tsukki falling in love with kageyma’s twin sister and he really went out of his way to ask kageyama himself for help and his approval

awwww! the kags sister trope is literally one of my favorites, no cap! thank you for sending in this ask!

Tsukki Crushing on Kageyama’s Sister

- tsukishima swore that every kageyama in existence was a horrible person. they had to be in order to be related to that selfish setter on his team

- however, he was proved wrong when another blueberry stepped through the doors of the gym, their eyes focused directly on the floor as they mumbled something under their breath

- he wasn’t one to outright think that someone was attractive or even slightly good looking but he couldn’t stop thinking about your stupidly adorable dumb face and the way you refused to meet his glances because you were so shy

- tsukishima would see you in the crowds at their games and once you had even brought snacks individually made for each team member. his was a sandwich in the shape of a dinosaur

- he had to snatch it and run away before you were able to see the redness of his cheeks. after that, you stopped making personalized things, under the impression that tsuki hated you

- after all, he always glared at you, avoided contact with you like you were the plague and overall seemed to be annoyed by your presence

- once kageyama had heard your fears, he went straight to tsukishima. the bean pole could mess with him all he wanted, but there was no way he was going to let him hate his sister

- “hey, four-eyes! i don’t know what your problem is with my sister, but you better knock it off!”, kageyama had cornered tsuki after practice

- tsukishima’s eyes widened. he didn’t have a problem with you, it was the opposite really. what were you- oh no. all of his running away and avoiding you had finally caught up to him

- “listen, king, i don’t have a problem with princess. i-”, tsukishima ran a hand across his face, “i don’t talk to her because i’ll look stupid and mess up. happy, now?!”

- kageyama blinked, “w-wha?”

- tsukishima mumbled something under his breath and kageyama rolled his eyes, telling him to spit it out already. “help me.”, oh, kageyama was gonna enjoy this

- kageyama ran tsukishima ragged with all of the useless tasks he gave him in order to get your affection. he would make him set for him, buy him milk to show generosity and even clean his house to make him look domestic.

- but one day, tsukishima simply had enough and marched right up to you at aoba johsai, trying his best to ignore the sweating of his palms and to calm down his heartbeat after seeing your sparkling eyes

- “i’m walking you home today. got it?”, he didn’t even wait for you to respond before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along

- the two of you talked about everything under the sun, well, mostly you talked and tsukishima nodded or said a few words. truly, he was too focused on how pretty you looked in the lighting of the sun to speak

- he poked your forehead when you got home and said that he would see you again tomorrow morning to walk you to the train. you were shocked by how kind he was being, but didn’t complain

- truthfully, you would have kissed him if kageyama hadn’t walked up at the same time, a glare on his face and his lips pressed into a thin line

- “four-eyes!”

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Hotel Hobbies - Prelude

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Reader Author’s Note: I have nothing to say for myself other than the most shameful of yee-honks.  This was largely just an attempt to break through some writer’s block, but also a little bit of a fuck you to Whiskey’s godawful characterization (get thee hence, canon, thou art dead to me).  In either case I 110% blame @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa for dragging me into the Pedro pit and for making the “yeehonk loser” tag funny enough for me to go see what the fuss was about.  Either way, this is unbeta’d and barely edited and is probably just a big goddamn mess.  Which fits, quite frankly. Apologies in advance if it sucks. Summary:  He’s an insufferable, obnoxious blowhard.  Which would be fine if he wasn’t also - some-fucking-how - hotter than a fucking wildfire. Warnings: Drinking, flirting, swearing, Whiskey being the obnoxious prick that we know and mostly tolerate. Rating: Mature (for the moment) Word Count: 1510

You’d met him, of all places, in the hotel bar, shored up over a drawn-out business conference.  He’d turned up three nights running, a brash braggart in a stetson and too-tight jeans that seemed to stroll dick-first around the room, tossing pickup lines at anything that moved.  By sheer luck he’d missed you, leaving the first night with a leggy blonde and the second night with a considerably curvier brunette.

Both times you counted your blessings as you watched him walk out with his arm around the unlucky lady.  You didn’t know the man but you knew the type: the costume cowboys that laid on the charm as thick as their cologne to mask the smell of their shitty personalities.

But now on Sunday, night number three, your luck seems to have finally run out.  Just as you finish your drink the bartender sets down another – whiskey, neat – and gestures at the end of the bar.  “From the gentleman.”

You hardly need to look up to know what you’ll see.  Smug, half-cocked grin.  A gentle tip of the hat.  

Fuck.  Jesus, why.

You grimace out a polite smile out of sheer habit, and before you can even begin to slide the drink back towards the bartender the man has appeared at your elbow like a country-fried jack-in-the-box.

His cologne, at the very least, is not as heavy as you’d expected.  Small mercies.

“Thanks, but-” you begin, already bracing yourself against the bar to stand.

“Oh no need for thanks.”  He rolls right over you with all the practiced ease of a well-oiled steamroller.  His voice is low, with a thick, heavy drawl that feels just a bit too put-upon to be completely real.  “You’ll have to forgive me for being so forward, but I simply couldn’t stand to see a lady as lovely as yourself drinking alone three nights in a row.  Thought I might offer the benefit of some company.”

He extends a broad brown hand.  A tiny blurred bullseye marks the skin between the thumb and forefinger.  “Name’s Jack.  Most folks just call me Whiskey.”

“Whiskey,” you repeat, trying not to roll your eyes at the rather awful joke.

“Yes ma’am.”

You purse your lips, considering, as his hand hangs between you.  You know more than a few ways to cut this little introduction short, though several of them – while wholly effective – might just see you banned from the hotel bar.  And with easily another three days of bureaucratic bullshit on the horizon, you’re really not keen on that happening. Present company aside, the bar’s pretty nice.

 Maybe if you're lucky you can bore him to death.

Begrudgingly you take his hand.  The skin of his palms is thick with calluses.  A surprising thing.  His clothing is more designer than LL Bean, which made you think he was a business man or entertainer – the sort of rich asshole that owned a prized stallion at a private stable somewhere that he rode once or twice a month when he wanted to feel a little authentic.  

But those callouses are hard and smooth.  Not quite a workman's hands, but certainly the result of something a good deal more tactile and involved than pencil pushing.  And that’s enough to make you wonder a little.  Now that he's up close and personal, his face makes you wonder a lot. This is no Kentucky white boy.  Not with eyes that dark, or that curving nose.  And honestly, if it wasn’t for that insufferably cocky look on his face, he’d be a hell of a looker.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he says, thumb grazing your knuckles before releasing your hand.

"No, you didn't," you say lightly.  "And I'm afraid I don't have much of a taste for whiskey."

He grins, leaning heavily against the bar and motioning for the bartender. "Well now, if my namesake isn't up to your liking, what would be to your taste?"  He hooks the tumbler of whiskey towards himself with a finger – a rather thick finger, and that's one detail you're a little dismayed to find yourself lingering on – and takes a slow sip.

You tap your glass with three fingers as the bartender approaches.  "Tequila."

The man who calls himself Whiskey gives an appreciative whistle as three shots line up in front of you. "Well now ain't that a plot twist.  You must have a hell of a constitution.  Tequila always leaves me flat on my back."  He eyes you up and down, grinning, and the hot flush that brings on isn't half as uncomfortable as you'd like it to be.  "Reckon I can see a similarity or two."

"I just get the feeling I'm going to need something a little stronger than a Cosmo to get me through this conversation," you reply coolly, ignoring the innuendo.  "You have until I finish these shots, by the way."

Whiskey purses his lips, pouting.  "I see you've already jumped to a few conclusions about me.  Hardly seems fair."

You shrug, downing the first shot with little fanfare.  "You've hardly been subtle.  What happened to Friday and Saturday's girls?"

He takes a sip of his own drink, thumb rubbing thoughtfully against the side of his jaw.  You try not to watch the way his throat works when he swallows.  "Now if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you were a little sore it took me so long to come and see you."

He positively croons that last, and you tell yourself the warmth you feel kicking up in your belly is just the tequila.  Thank God for plausible deniability.

"Don't flatter yourself, cowboy," you say with a glare.

He chuckles. "Darlin', had I known you'd had eyes on me this whole time I would've come over a hell of a lot sooner," he teases.

You can only shake your head, half in wonder and half in contempt.  "How did you even fit that much ego through the door?"

Whiskey tips his glass to you with a smirk, unfazed.  "Patience, dedication, and a whole lotta practice."

You reach for the second shot, and Whiskey lets out a little sigh.  He puts his hand over your wrist, fingers flat.

"Hey c'mon now.  Slow down, sugar.  As much as I like to tease, I ain't about to put sensibilities or your liver out of sorts for the sake of poking fun."

When he pulls his hand back, reaching for his own glass, it's everything you can do to mask the little shiver that ripples up your back.  He is quite warm.

"I figured you for the sort that'd prefer a girl to be out of her sensibilities," you say quietly, fingers tapping against the rim of your glass.  The skin on the back of your wrist hums where he touched you, and you do your damnedest to ignore it.

The corner of his mouth hitches up in a half-grin.  "Oh, afterward, surely.  But never before."

You roll your eyes.  "An asshole with a sense of propriety.  Now that's novel."

"Part of my charm," he says.  “Bastard by profession and gentleman by nature.  But I mean it.  You are well within every right to walk away.  Ain't gonna harm nothin' but my ego, and Lord knows there’s enough of that to go around.“

You roll the shot glass between your palms.  "And if I walk away?"

Whiskey shrugs.  “Well, then I get to cherish the view as you leave."

"God, shut up."

His grin widens and he leans in, teasing.  "A bittersweet thought to keep me warm, alone in that big empty hotel bed tonight."

The glass almost rolls straight out of your hands.  "I am not fucking you," you sputter, and your cheeks burn as you realize you practically pole vaulted directly to that conclusion with barely any preamble.

The silence hangs after that, heavy and charged.  Somehow you think Whiskey's eyes have gone even darker.  

“I said nothin’ of the sort,” Whiskey says delicately, hands raised in supplication.

There's a cold-burning fire in the pit of your stomach.Some of it's the alcohol.  But most of it is a shameful delight at the way he's looking at you, and the mounting surety that you are probably certainly definitely going to fuck him if you don't walk away and call it a night now. You're not sure whether you hate him more for the assumption, or for almost certainly being right.

He says nothing, just looks you over expectantly.  Waiting to see what you’ll do.

Slowly, you down your second shot.  Fuck it.  If this asshole is going to be your next mistake, you might as well make it on your own goddamned terms.

"So," you say, resting your elbows on the bar.  “Whiskey.  What is it that you do?"

He laughs, full-throated, and the corners of his eyes crinkle up in what you suspect might be a genuine smile.  It's lovely, and that might just be the most infuriating thing of all.  

"Oh darlin'.  You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

#agent whiskey #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic #I hesitate to tag for the source bc I have Strong Feelings About It #wtf am I doing with my life #yeehonk

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It’s Just Not My Thing - Peter Parker

Empire State University looks like the epitome of all things Valentine’s Day which just so happened to be your least favorite holiday. In fact, you hated the day and with good reason, so Peter plans something special to get you away from all the love and hearts.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day @jellyfishbeansontoast! This is my gift to you from @killingbxys and @earthlyholland’s Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange! I tried to add little details about you that I’m sure you’ll notice hehe and side note: this is the longest thing I have ever written so I really hope you guys like it!

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 12.3k+ (kinda sorry, kinda not)

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“God, it looks like Cupid threw up here,” you groaned as you looked around at the campus that surrounded you when you and Peter walked out of the main science building. Splashes of red and pink and small bits of purple littered the outsides of all the buildings around Empire State University and the walkways were heavily decorated as well.

“Yeah,” Peter chuckled from beside you when he caught sight of the disgusted face you made on upon noticing the immense amount of love-centered holiday décor. “ESU really outdid themselves,” he mentioned, his brown eyes falling upon the pink and red twinkly lights that were twisted together and spiraling around the trees. Heart-shaped balloons swung beside the entrance of the dorm across the way. People had drawn on the sidewalks with chalk several little hearts and flowers, words of love written in the same hues as everything else. Even in the water fountain at the center of everything, they had turned the lights pink giving the water a rose tint.

“A little too much,” you shuddered after speaking. Valentine’s Day was very obviously not your cup of tea when it came to holidays. You never understood why people needed a whole day to show their love and appreciation for their significant other when it was really something you should be showing your person every day. It also bothered you a little because you never had someone to show all your love to on the damned day of hearts and flowers. The one time you had a boyfriend for a long period a couple years ago, you two broke up on February 13th so that only further encouraged your hatred for the day. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

Peter chuckled from your side at your dramatics, amused by your clear disdain for all things red and pink that surrounded you as you walked. That was one thing he loved about you. You always brought a smile to his face no matter what you did. He could come to you after a stressful week of tests or after a bad night on patrol and you would make him laugh and feel better within seconds. You did not even have to say anything. Maybe it was just your aura or your presence, but it made his mood rise tenfold.

“Why do you hate Valentine’s Day so much anyway?” he inquired. You two had only become friends since college, meeting in your biology class last semester after you asked if someone was sitting in the free seat next to him on the first day. Sitting next to each other led to snide remarks about your professor to each other and asking questions when things didn’t make sense. One day, he asked if you wanted to study with him for the first test at the library and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to spend more time with the cute curly-headed boy from your biology class. That opened the door to more study sessions and then sometimes y’all would study at the coffee shop across the street. Soon those turned into hanging out at the coffee shop and somewhere along the line, you two became really good friends.

“Valentine’s day just isn’t really my thing, you know bad experiences and all. I also don’t really like how it’s being shoved down our throats,” you told him simply, gesturing to the sheet signs that some of the sororities had made and hung up. You shrugged slightly before speaking once more. “I just don’t like it.”

Peter nodded slowly and you could visibly see the gears turning in his mind. You really knew he was thinking hard when he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue and his cinnamon brown irises danced around at everything in front of him. His eyebrows drew together as you both continued your walk to the coffee shop, and you could not watch him anymore without knowing what was going on in that big, beautiful brain of his.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, Parker? I’m scared you’re gonna exert yourself if you think any harder,” you giggled when the words fell from your lips. He let his lip go from its captivity between his pearly whites and his eyes found you again, his signature smile showing on his face.

“I just had an idea,” he mentioned before leaning across you to press the button on the pole to signal traffic that you two were about to walk across the street as soon as the light changed. It was your turn to furrow your brows, but you did it in confusion instead of hard thinking.

“And would you like to share what it was or leave me in mystery?” you inquired with a quirked brow. He playfully rolled his eyes at you before beginning with his idea.

“So, this is just a thought and we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but what if we got out of the city for the weekend?” he proposed before he noticed the light change from an orange hand to the white outline of a man, signaling him that it was okay to walk. He looked both ways still before his hand found your lower back and he guided you across the street with him.

“Just you and me? Why?” you questioned further as you tried to ignore the warmth you felt inside you at the small but kind action he had just shown you.

“Well, you obviously hate Valentine’s Day so we could get away from all this stuff,” he told you as he gestured back towards the floral-colored campus that sat on the other side of the street.

“That I do,” you nodded in agreement as Peter pushed the door open for you and let you go in first. The overwhelming scent of coffee hit your nostrils like a train when you fully entered the building, Peter close behind. The coffee shop was always slightly busier on Friday’s but today was a bit much. The line was basically backed up to the door, leaving you and Peter squished against each other and the door. Somehow, y’all’s favorite spot in the corner was still available. “Do you want to stay here or go to the library?”

“We can stay if you want. You can go ahead and sit down so no one else steals our spot and I’ll get our drinks,” Peter suggested into your ear after you turned in the small space to face him properly.

“Okay, I want a-” you started but your words were cut off by the boy with who you were sharing your personal space at the moment.

“A hot chocolate with no whipped cream with those little marshmallows on top. I know. I got it,” he chuckled as his hand rested on your shoulder for a second. “Now go sit down before someone takes our spot.” You rolled your eyes at him before turning around and sitting in your seat, placing your book bag in the opposite place just in case someone tried to sit with you.

A few moments later after you and Peter shared a few glances while he waited in the lengthy line, he finally got to the counter and began to order your beverages. You had pulled out your laptop to see what all you needed to do over the weekend and surprisingly, there was not that much to do in comparison to the last few weeks that had been hell and you never really caught a break. Now it looked like you might be able to take a breather and do something fun rather than being holed up in your room writing a paper or studying for a test. All you had to do before Monday was two quizzes and a quick essay and you would be all done.

“Your hot chocolate ma’am,” Peter spoke jokingly as he presented the heated beverage to you. You rolled your eyes, taking the cup and setting it on the table.

“Shut up and sit down, Parker,” you quipped before moving your book bag so that he could do as you asked of him. He smiled at you and took the seat that he always sat in every time you both came to the small coffee shop.

“I don’t even know why you come to a coffee place so often if you don’t like coffee,” Peter mumbled as he took a small sip of his drink, grimacing as he pulled away when the caffeinated liquid was too hot to handle at the moment.

“For starters, that bean juice is disgusting. I don’t know how you drink it. Secondly, it doesn’t do anything for me as far as waking me up or getting me energized. Third, they make really good hot chocolate. And lastly, this is our spot, Peter. Of course I am going to come here all the time,” you informed him while you opened up a blank document on your computer, setting the font to Times New Roman, twelve-point, and making sure it was double spaced before you began typing your two-page essay on why technology is important and how it helps us every day. “Tell me more about this idea you were talking about earlier.”

“Oh yeah.” The boy across from you perked up and took another sip of his drink, forgetting that it was still too hot and burned his tongue. “So, this is what I was thinking. We finish all our schoolwork so that we have all weekend free. We can get out of here and find some place to explore, you know? Like we could find a hotel and just look around and go to new places. It would distract you from all the Valentine’s Day stuff and we could use the break from school since we’ve both been so busy lately.”

“I like that. Let’s do it! All I have is this small paper, our chemistry quiz, and a trig quiz and it shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours,” you said with a smile, excited for this weekend trip with your best friend and away from all things Valentine’s and school-related.

“I just have the chem quiz that I was waiting to do with you, so I can look for a place to go and a hotel,” he stated while sipping on his now cooled down coffee.

“Sounds like a plan.” So, then the searching began. You’d glance up at him from time to time to see his eyes trained on his computer screen, nodding his head as he read whatever information he was taking in from the device. The way his eyebrows were furrowed and how focused his brown eyes were on his laptop was a little funny to you, but you also thought it was cute. While you were watching him, his eyebrows shot up and his eyes diverted to you. “What?”

“I found the perfect place,” he told you with a big grin.

“Well tell me where, you idiot,” you chuckled but he shook his head, not quite ready to give you that information just yet.

“No, it’s a surprise,” he spoke softly as he typed at his keyboard. He then pulled out his phone to dial a number and put it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you pondered aloud, tilting your head at him.

“There are two hotels near there so I’m calling one right n- Hi, I was wondering if you have any rooms open for this weekend.” He paused to let the person on the other end talk but based on the way his shoulders slouched, you could tell that this one was a bust. “Okay, that’s fine. Thank you. You have a nice day.”

“No luck?” you asked though you knew the answer. He shook his head at you before looking back at his computer screen. “You going to call the other one?”

“Yep,” he sighed as he brought his phone back up to his ear and waited for someone to pick up. “Yes, hi. I was wondering if you had any rooms available for the weekend.” He shot you a smile when you heard the mumbles of whoever was on the other line, so you assumed it was good news. “Yes, it is two people, and we will be staying tonight, tomorrow night, and Sunday night.” You heard more mumbles from the other end before Peter’s voice cut them off. “Okay, we will take it! Thank you, sir.”

“That went a lot better,” you chuckled at the boy’s wide grin.

“Yeah and we’re lucky too because he said that was the last room they had.” You nodded at him as you finished up your paper.

“Proofread this for me? You always catch things I don’t,” you asked him when you turned your laptop towards him. He gladly took it and quickly skimmed over it, typing here and there at your misspellings or overbearing use of commas that he always picked on you about.

“Looks good. Ready for the chem quiz?” You nodded your head as you both opened the quiz and began to take it together.

...

“So, we’re leaving tonight?” you asked Peter as you both left the coffee shop after being there for a few hours. The sun was beginning to set behind the buildings of ESU and it made the campus look so pretty from across the street where you two stood, waiting your turn to cross.

“Yeah, we’re gonna go to our dorms, pack enough for a few days, then we’ll leave. It’s about two hours outside of the city so we will get there at around ten if we leave within the next hour and we’ll probably stop somewhere for dinner too.” You nodded along to Peter’s words as his hand found your lower back again to lead you across the street when the light changed.

“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you Pete?” you grinned at the boy while walking next to him as you two approached the central water fountain, the lights illuminating it an even brighter shade of pink in the darker time of day.

“Of course I do. Anything for my best girl,” he chuckled when his arm slipped around your shoulders and pulled you into him. That nickname didn’t come often but it always brought butterflies in your tummy, but you knew there was nothing really to it. Did you really want something more with your best friend? Yes and no. You didn’t see a future with anyone else, but he’s your best friend and you also couldn’t see him and you in a romantic kind of relationship. Well, you could but you didn’t think it would ever happen, so you’ve pushed it into the depths of your mind.

After passing all the lovey-dovey shit that somewhat led to this whole weekend getaway, you both made it back to the dorms. You both went up to the fourth floor and parted ways at the elevator since your dorms were in different directions. Upon entering your room, you quickly emptied your bookbag of all its books and school things so that you could put some clothes in it.

“What are you doing?” your roommate, Raelyn, asked as she leaned against your door frame.

“Peter and I are going on a trip for the weekend,” you told her before you walked past her to get to the sink, grabbing your toothbrush and other things you needed from that area.

“Ooo where to?” she perked up. She was always so interested in your relationship with Peter, waiting for you and him to finally get together. She honestly thought you two were together a long time ago but was disappointed when she found out that you were not.

“I don’t know. He said it’s a surprise. All I know is that it’s about two hours outside the city and there are two hotels near it,” you filled her in as you packed the items that were just in your hands into the smaller pocket on your bag.

“A surprise trip where you stay in a hotel with Peter?” she gushed while wearing the biggest grin.

“Calm down, Rae. It’s just me and Peter going to explore some place to get away from school and all this Valentine’s shit and speaking of Valentine’s, what are you and Florence going to be doing?” You changed the subject effectively and watched the girl’s cheeks flush at the mention of her lovely girlfriend. They have been together for a few months now and this was their first Valentine’s Day together, so you knew she was excited. The girl loved love and she loved Florence, so this was perfect for her.

“We’re going to recreate our first date,” she spoke softly as she watched you go into the bathroom to get your shower things.

“Didn’t y’all do like a cute little picnic on a cliff and stargaze and stuff? Flo’s gonna love that,” you grinned at Rae while she childishly bit at her bottom lip to keep her smile from growing too big.

“Yeah, she’s making chocolate covered strawberries and I’m gonna go down to her favorite bakery and get some goodies as well. It’s gonna be a night to remember for sure,” she giggled before tucking some loose strands of her dark hair behind her ear. “I was actually putting together a little scrapbook for her when I heard you come in, so I’ll let you finish packing for your Valentine’s trip with Peter-“

“It’s to get away from Valentine’s, Rae,” you corrected her as she playfully rolled her light-colored eyes at you.

“Anyway, I am going to get back to what I was doing, and you have fun with Peter. Be safe and use protection!” she shouted when she went back to her room.

“We won’t need it!” you yelled right back.

“Y/n, you dirty girl!” she joked, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

“Not like that, you dumbass. You are starting to sound like his aunt!” She just laughed in return and you finished your packing when you heard a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” you shouted as you slung your bag onto your shoulder.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Peter asked when your eyes met his. You nodded your head before turning to say goodbye to Rae.

“Bye Rae. Have fun with Flo this weekend.” You shot her a wink and she giggled as she taped a heart to the corner of a picture of the two together on the page of the scrapbook she was currently working on. “You too! Bye y/n. Bye Peter!”

“Bye Rae!” Peter said loudly before you shut the door behind you and followed him out.

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“How much longer?” you asked, getting antsy. It was almost ten and you really wanted to know where you would be spending your weekend.

“Like ten minutes. Chill out and eat your pringles,” he chuckled as he pointed to the green can of pringles that he had gotten you earlier when he stopped for gas. You huffed before grabbing some chips, placing a few in his opened hand, and keeping some for yourself. Peter kept one hand on the wheel while he munched on the chips you had given him in his other hand. You capped the can of pringles and leaned your head against your seatbelt a little.

“Okay, we’re here,” Peter told you as he lightly shook your shoulder since you were nearing sleep. You stirred a little, looking over to him while he unclicked his seatbelt and leaned over to do yours as well.

“Thanks,” you mumbled before bringing your hands up to your eyes to wipe the small bits of tiredness out of them, ignoring the slight fluttery feeling that took over your stomach at Peter’s action. You got out, slipping on your jacket that you were using as a blanket in the car to shield yourself from the crisp air of the cold February night. Both of you grabbed your bags from the back seat before Peter locked the car behind him and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him to provide some warmth for you both.

The hotel looked more like a large home or mansion, older looking too but it had a charm to it. It gave off a cozy and welcoming feel and you have not even entered its doors yet. Peter pushed the door to it open and let you in first, him following soon after. It looked even more comforting and homey on the inside as well. It was clearly a family business as there were family pictures hung upon the wall and the couches that sat around a small coffee table reminded you of your grandparent’s house, making you feel more at home.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the sweet voice of an older lady broke you from your thoughts when you looked over at her. She wore a pale yellow apron tied around her waist and a gentle smile upon her lips. You sent her a kind grin as well before Peter turned to you.

“You go sit down. I know you’re tired. I’ll handle this, okay?” You nodded at his words, an insuppressible yawn escaping your lips when you turned to go sit on one of the couches you noticed earlier and resting your head on your hand.

“Hi,” Peter started as he walked up to the front desk that the lady stood behind. “I talked on the phone earlier with a man. He said there was a room available for two.”

“Oh yes, that was George. Let me go get him right quick.” Peter nodded nicely at the woman before she left through a door behind the desk. He turned around to look at you close to sleep again. He didn’t notice the small smile that crept onto his face, but it was definitely there.

“He will be right here in just a second,” the woman spoke softly when she noticed the way Peter was looking at you. “She’s as cute as a button that girl. I’m sure you love her very much.” His head tilted slightly as to what the lady was referring to, but he shook it off.

“Yeah, I do.” He meant it in a friendly way, but the woman clearly thought he meant romantically based on her next words.

“Y’all make an adorable couple. I’ve loved seeing young lovers pass through here over the years. It’s cute.” Before Peter could protest her words, a man, George assumingly, walked in through the door that the lady went through earlier.

“Mr. Parker?” he asked as he searched on his computer for a moment.

“Yes, that’s me,” he chirped, feeling slightly awkward about the woman’s assumptions but did not let it bother him too much. Of course, Peter loved you and he would love to love you in that way, but something always held him back. Fear probably as he wouldn’t dare risk losing you as a best friend. You’re his whole world and if he confessed how he felt and it ruined your relationship, he would hate himself for it.

“Alright, you paid online, and everything is set for you. Here is the key and we hope y’all have a nice stay,” he grinned while passing over the key that had a red heart attached to it. So much for staying away from Valentine’s related things. The heart read ‘214’ so Peter took that as the room number.

“Thank you and have a nice night,” Peter returned the politeness back before turning to go get you. The sight of you sleeping was absolutely adorable to him and made his heart soar. You had shifted from leaning on your hand to hugging your book bag and leaning against that instead. He hated that he had to wake you up when you looked so precious.

“Hey, y/n,” he whispered when he crouched down in front of you and lightly shook your arm. You stirred awake, your tired eyes meeting his big brown ones, and hummed in response. “I’ve got the key. Let’s go upstairs and you can go back to sleep.” You nodded as you stood and stretched before slipping your bag back onto your arm.

“Good night you two! Y’all have fun,” the kind woman you smiled at earlier spoke softly as she shot you a wink and waved you two off. You and Peter both waved back to her and sent sweet smiles her way before you headed up the stairs, choosing to ignore her playful but peculiar gesture. After making it to the second floor, you let Peter lead the way as you leaned into him, his arm where it always was wrapped around your shoulders.

“Okay, I think this is it,” Peter announced when stopping in front of a door numbered 214. You yawned and nodded while watching him fiddle with the key that had a heart charm dangling from it. You found it to be quite cute, just another little thing to add to the allure of this whole hotel. After a second, Peter finally turned the key and opened the door, letting you go in first like the gentleman he always was. He stepped in behind and flipped on the light switch, illuminating the room that was decorated in a way you both least expected.

You busted out laughing at the sight before you. A rather large white circular bed sat against the wall which was normal, but the rose petals that littered the sheets were far from what you were thinking when it came to sharing a hotel room with Peter. Red curtains covered the windows, a large red chair sat in the corner by a tv, and candles sat on the bedside tables. The light that Peter had turned on was quite dim compared to normal lights but was perfect to set the mood for a couple looking to have a fun night which you and Peter were not. You turned to look at Peter whose cheeks were the reddest thing in the room and only laughed a little harder, tears springing to your eyes.

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I was trying to get you away from Valentine’s stuff, not bring you somewhere intended for it. God, I am an idiot. I’m so sorry, you gotta believe me,” he rambled on as you gripped onto his arm to steady yourself, your laughter making your knees weaker. You leaned your head against his shoulder, continuing to giggle but also trying to calm yourself down.

“P-Peter,” you stuttered through chuckles and took a deep breath to calm your laughter before looking up at him. “Peter,” you repeated a little more seriously and stared into his eyes with your tear-filled ones. You could tell he felt so bad, but you did not mind the room that much. It was really funny to you honestly. “It’s okay. This is okay. It’s hilarious actually so lighten up and laugh about it, but this is alright. We needed a place to sleep and this works so we’re good.”

“People have probably had sex on that bed,” he groaned before his eyes flickered over towards the petal-covered sheets and then back to you.

“People would have fucked on any bed at any hotel. Did we get the bed that a lot more people have probably had sex on? Yes, but I’m sure they changed the sheets and cleaned up.” Peter shuddered at your words before pouting again. “What?”

“I feel bad,” he muttered as he looked around at the room and then back to you, the girl who wanted to get away from campus because it looked similar to this. You sighed before wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, nuzzling your head under his chin.

“It’s okay, Pete. It doesn’t bother me, and we only have to sleep here. We have got a whole place to explore tomorrow and Sunday, right? So, don’t worry about the room. So far, it has been the highlight of my trip,” you told him before lifting your head up to look at him, a grin on your lips.

“You’re the best, you know that?” he mumbled, squeezing you tighter against him.

“Yeah, I know,” you joked just to hear his amused giggle, making your words worth it.

“Are you okay sleeping together or I can sleep in the big chair if you want?” Peter asked when he pulled away from you. You rolled your eyes at the boy before you.

“Peter, we’ve slept together on those tiny ass twin beds in the dorms. I think we can handle sharing the bed. It’s much bigger and probably much more comfortable as well,” you mentioned as you walked to the bed and sat your bag down on it, ruffling through your things to find your charger. “Unless you’re scared of the sex that’s been had on it,” you teased, wiggling your brows at him tauntingly, “then the chair is all yours.”

“Shut up,” he quipped when he followed your actions and rummaged through his bag for his clothes. “Are you showering tonight or in the morning?”

“The morning. I am too tired to shower right now,” you spoke and yawned as if on cue.

“Great so I’m spending the night with a stinky girl,” he joked while your jaw dropped.

“I do not stink,” you playfully pouted while slipping your hefty jacket off your arms.

“Well,” he shrugged as if he was trying to tell you that you really smelled bad without hurting your feelings.

“Peter!” you frowned, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I’m kidding, y/n. You always smell nice,” he reassured as he collected his clothes and walked towards the bathroom before shutting the door behind him. You took the opportunity to pull out your pajamas which was an ESU sweatshirt and some pink pajama pants you had stolen from Peter. As soon as you heard the water start, you changed and pushed the rose petals to the side, letting them fall to the floor before you hopped in bed and got comfortable under the covers. Though for some reason, you were not as tired as you were previously and couldn’t just fall asleep as easily, so you got on your phone for a moment. Not long after, the water shut off from in the bathroom and a damp, curly-headed Peter Parker emerged from its door.

“The bath is shaped like a heart,” Peter told you before he walked over to his bag to set his dirty clothes beside it.

“You’re kidding,” you giggled, setting your phone down next to you to properly look at him, his wet curls making you feel some type of way though you wouldn’t show that.

“I’m not,” he chuckled, running a light hand through damp hair. He walked over to the light switch to turn the dim light off before he walked back to the bed and climbed in next to you.

“You really got the lover’s suite, didn’t you? You know you could’ve just asked me to be your Valentine. I probably would’ve said yes,” you teased the boy who you laid beside, hearing an exasperated sigh leave his lips.

“It was the only room they had,” he protested while you turned to face him, though you could not see much in the darkness. “And probably? You better say yes if I were to ask you such a question.”

“I’d say yes, you dumbass. We were likely to spend Valentine’s Day together anyway. We’re together all the time,” you pointed out and he hummed in response.

“Yeah, you’re right, but you really aren’t mad about this? I planned this whole thing to get away from all the hearts and flowers and love and stuff,” he brought up, shifting in bed to face you as well. You could hear the worry in his tone, so you reached out your hand to find his and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

“You also said it was to get away from school and take a break. We’ve both been busy bees these last few weeks and we needed this, so don’t worry. The room is fine,” you spoke calmly. Though you could barely see in the dark, you could just hardly make out a smile on his face, or at least you could feel the presence of it.

“Now that I think about it, it makes a lot more sense as to why that lady downstairs thought we were a couple,” Peter thought out loud. You chuckled thinking about how she winked at you and told you to ‘have fun tonight’. Silence overcame you both and you let go of Peter’s hand to turn the other way to hopefully fall asleep.

“Hey y/n,” Peter mumbled after a while of no speaking.

“Yeah,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly towards him.

“Can I ask you something?” His words filled the void around you, and it was all you could hear. He sounded serious, but not like it was something about him but more of a curiosity question.

“Of course,” you muttered, laying on your back and facing the boy.

“Earlier when I asked why you hated Valentine’s Day so much, you mentioned something about bad experiences. Can I ask what that was?” You knew it was your curious Peter just asking a random question as it normally was, but you understood why he used an earnest tone.

“Yeah, I, uh, used to date this guy my senior year of high school and I was like head over heels for him. We had been dating for almost ten months and then the day before Valentine’s Day, I found out he cheated on me with my best friend at the time, so I lost the two people I loved and trusted most all in one day. The last few months of high school weren’t fun, and I was ready to get to college so I applied to ones that I knew they couldn’t get into. That led me to ESU and then I met you,” you explained, “and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

“Oh y/n. I’m sorry about all that. I know that had to suck,” Peter softly spoke before his hand found yours to help comfort you this time.

“It’s okay. It was high school, so I kinda expected it to be hell. I was just lucky enough that I didn’t have to experience the hell of it until the very end. And on the bright side, I have you and Rae and Florence is becoming a good friend of mine too so it worked out for the better.” Peter repeated your actions from earlier and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in a soothing manner.

“Yeah, that’s a nice way to look at it,” Peter mumbled while drawing little circles into your skin. The motions of it had brought you a sense of great peace and comfort and were helping you feel sleepier. You were getting closer to a nice long slumber when you felt him pull his hand away.

“Wait, give me that back. It was helping me go to sleep,” you whined. Peter’s chuckle sounded throughout the room before his hand found yours again and began the circular motions with his thumb on your hand. With that, you were asleep in seconds.

...

You were slightly awakened when you felt something move on top of you. Then the fact that something moved on you made your eyes shoot open because last you checked you fell asleep with nothing on you, but now there was definitely something there. You also realized you felt something around you as well. When you opened your eyes, you saw the brown shade of Peter’s nest of curls resting on your chest and put together that he cuddled into you in his sleep. You lifted your head slightly to look at the clock that sat on his nightstand and saw that it was almost nine, so you decided to get up and shower, letting Peter sleep in a little longer. Slowly, you tried to slip out of his grasp without waking him, but as soon as you tried to move, his arms pulled you in tighter. Chuckling lightly to yourself, you tapped at his arm.

“Uh, Peter,” you whispered softly. He stirred a little but did not wake up. “Pete, I need to get up.” He squinted one eye open and saw what you were talking about.

“Oh yeah uh sorry,” he stammered while lifting his body off you. You smiled and rolled your eyes as you slipped out of the warmth and comfort of Peter and the bed to get some clothes for the day. Peter rubbed at his eyes before turning in the sheets, placing his face into the pillow, and trying to fall back asleep. Heading to the bathroom, you chuckled at the boy and opened the door. Once your eyes fell upon the heart-shaped bathtub that Peter was talking about last night, another giggle escaped you as you thought about the events that happened before you fell asleep. Only Peter Parker, the smartest person you know, would get the lover’s suite on a trip to get away from all that stuff.

“You ready?” Peter asked once you were all showered and dressed, appearing to be ready for the day that you knew nothing about.

“I think so,” you told him as you followed him out the door, shoving your phone into your jacket pocket.

“Good morning lovebirds. Did the lovely pair have a nice night?” the lady from the previous  night asked you both when she saw you two coming down the stairs.

“Yes, we did, Mrs. Milly,” you answered, completely disregarding the ‘lovebirds’ part, as you read the name that was printed on the different apron she was wearing today. “I love your name. I have a cat named Milly.”

“Aww thank you, but you can just call me Milly or Mildred. Whichever you prefer,” she spoke kindly as she sat in the desk chair.

“I like Mildred,” you mused, leaning against the counter.

“Thank you,” she grinned at you before she asked, “How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, we’re n-“ Peter started but you cut him off with the jab of your elbow into his side, the whole action being shielded from the older lady with the counter.

“Six months,” you answered before turning to Peter who gazed at you in confusion. “Isn’t that right, Pete?”

“Y-yes,” he agreed, nodding at Mildred. She smiled warmly at you both before speaking again.

“Well, I won’t keep you cuties any longer. Y’all probably have a whole day planned.”

“That we do. We’ll see you later, Mildred,” you told her as you and Peter both waved at her before leaving the cozy hotel.

“Uh what was that?” Peter asked as soon as you two got in the car.

“What? Why I elbowed you?” you questioned, reaching up to grab your seatbelt and clicking it in.

“Yeah, and why you pretended we were dating,” he stated while placing the keys in the ignition and turning them, the car roaring to life in response.

“Do you really want to explain to that poor old woman that you’re a dumbass who got that room for a weekend with his best friend?” He instantly saw your point and did not bother arguing any further. “Yeah, I also didn’t want to break her heart because she really seems to like us, even if that may be as a couple.”

“That makes sense,” he hummed, pulling out of the parking space and beginning to drive on the main road.

“So where to Parker?” you asked since you had literally no idea what he had planned for the day.

“Okay so there’s a little diner between here and the nearest town, so I was thinking we go to the diner for breakfast, then there’s a cool science museum that looked interesting and it has a planetarium too so we can check that out. There is a somewhat rundown mall that looked like something you’d really like. There’s a really pretty park too that we can go to. Does any of this sound good or should we go somewhere else?” Peter asked when you had stayed quiet throughout his whole explanation.

“No Pete, it sounds perfect. I’m really excited,” you said with the hugest grin on your face.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he chirped before further explaining some more things that y’all could do.

...

“The planetarium was the best part for sure,” you told Peter as you walked beside him in the mall he brought up earlier. There were a good bit of people there for a place that was considered to be rundown or abandoned, but it was probably just one of the attractions of this lovely town. While some of the shops were closed, others were open and the food court still had some running businesses as well. The whole building itself was older but the inside was pretty alive and well. It was an interesting sight to see. “So where do you want to eat for lunch?”

“You pick,” he stated quickly. He always let you pick, but this time you didn’t want to.

“No Peter. You have planned this whole trip and made me happy. You pick lunch at least and you know food’s on me since you paid for the hotel so don’t even try that.” He chuckled lightly at your words before his big brown eyes scanned his options for your next meal. His options were limited to a Chinese restaurant, a pizza place, and a soup and sandwich spot.

“I think soup and sandwiches would be pretty good,” he mentioned as he met your eyes to see if you agree. With a quick smile and nod, it was evident that you did agree so the two of you walked toward the small soup shop and got in line behind a few other people.

“So, I was thinking that for the rest of the day, we could…” You let Peter’s words drown out as you looked around at the people that you could see outside of the window that showed the mall. Several different shoppers walked around the old place, but the back of someone in particular looked oddly familiar to you so your eyes darted to who they were talking to and that person was more familiar than you would have liked. The face of someone you had hoped you would never see again stood across the mall and your eyes basically bulged out of your head. On instinct, you grabbed Peter’s arms and shifted his body to stand between you and the guy, hoping he did not catch your gaze.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Peter’s soft and concerned voice broke through your thoughts for a moment before they resumed. How? How could this be happening? You tried so hard to get away from him? And of course, you would find him on the same day he broke your heart two years ago.

“I- yeah. I need to hide and it’s either you stand there and block me, or I go under that table,” you told him, giving him not a clue as to what was going on. Peter slowly turned his body to look at the source of the problem and you caught his eyes, the blue ones that you used to think everything of staring right back at you. “I used to eat playdough under the table as a kid,” you blurted out, your hand quickly slapping over your mouth at your sudden confession.

“What?” Peter mustered, a small smile cracking on his face in amusement.

“Sorry, I say random things when I’m nervous. You know that,” you reminded the curly-headed boy who stood before you with a teasing grin illuminating his features.

“I do know that, but seriously. Playdough?” You slapped at his chest when he laughed at your despair. Out the corner of your eye, you could see your ex and his friend wrapping up their conversation and it appeared like he was leaning towards your direction and anxiety filled you.

“Stop, this isn’t funny. Laugh about that later but right now I need a favor.” Peter’s giggles subsided at your serious tone and he was attentive to whatever you needed. “Act like my boyfriend.”

“What?” he questioned, dumbfounded with wide eyes.

“Just put your arm around me and make me laugh or something,” you instructed of him. Though it was normal for him to have an arm around you, he was a bit hesitant to it now but nonetheless, his arm found its normal spot around your shoulders, nice and friendly.

“No Peter. God, you’re helpless,” you sighed before you grabbed his hand that rested on your shoulder and placed it on your waist. A light dusting of red scattered upon Peter’s cheeks when you leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.

“He’s here. That guy I was looking at, that’s the reason I hate Valentine’s Day so much.” He nodded understandingly at your words when you looked up at him and his thumb absentmindedly began to rub against your waist, the minuscule action bringing you much comfort. On your way to put your head back down on his shoulder, your eyes caught the blue ones again and you saw him say goodbye to his friend and step in the direction of the soup shop. Your breath hitched and only one thing came to mind as a way to get him to leave you alone or give him some hint that you weren’t available.

“Peter, kiss me,” you half asked, half told him while his eyebrows shot up and brown eyes widened.

“Wha- y/n, I don’t know,” he stammered, gazing deeply into your eyes to make sure you were being completely sure about this, not joking or pulling some funny shit. “This doesn’t seem-“

“Shut up and kiss me,” you spoke sternly before your hand found his cheek, cupping his beautiful face. Your eyes darted between his for a bit of consent and he slightly nodded so you went for it. Your lips connected with his while his other arm wrapped around your waist as well, pulling your body closer to his. Your free hand found the nape of his neck, trailing upwards to thread your fingers through those soft brown locks of his. Kissing Peter was something you never really saw yourself doing, but it was nice. He was surprisingly good at it and he seemed to be enjoying himself as well.

“Next in line,” the man behind the counter repeated himself since you two were too involved with each other to hear him the first time. You both jumped apart, Peter too in a trance to understand what was happening while you grabbed his hand and walked up to the counter.

“Oh sorry, hi! Can I get a cup of broccoli and cheese soup and a grilled cheese? Peter, what do you want?” you asked him, lightly tugging at his hand that you held.

“Uhh,” he stammered as his eyes trailed over their menu but he couldn’t focused on reading the words after what had just happened. “I think I’ll have the same.”

After you ordered and paid, you two found a spot to sit and finally had to face what had just occurred. Peter’s eyes were trained on you while yours were darting all around to see if you could find your ex, but thankfully, the coast was clear.

“He’s gone,” you sighed before meeting Peter’s gaze. “Thank god, I hated that,” you chuckled before pulling out your phone to scroll mindlessly through it.

“I mean I didn’t think it was that bad, but it has been a while since I’ve kissed someone so I-“

“No Pete,” you breathily laughed. “I hated him being here, not the kiss. You aren’t half bad, Parker.” His cheeks tinted pink at the compliment and yours warmed up a fuzz as well. Before you two could continue the conversation, someone came up to your table with your food.

...

“You two must have had a busy day. I haven’t seen you two since nine this morning and it's almost eleven now,” Mildred stated warmly when you and Peter walked in through the front door, chuckling about a deer that was staring at him funnily before y’all came in.

“We did,” Peter grinned at the kind woman, walking behind you as you stepped up to the desk. It was something about this woman that you loved, and you felt like you could talk to her about anything. She just had a cozy aura about her that matched the hotel’s atmosphere perfectly.

“Yes, we did. We went to the science museum, the planetarium, the mall, a park, walked around the town a bit, and then we watched The Sound of Music at the theater,” you explained to Mildred.

“Oh, I love that movie,” she gushed with a wide grin, her eyes just as wide as she took in your words. You could tell she genuinely loved hearing about your day and she truly was a really sweet lady.

“She does too. It’s one of her favorites,” Peter spoke from beside you, your eyes meeting his when your lips curved upwards at his thoughtfulness.

“You both are so precious! And I am sure you are tired too, so I won’t keep you any longer. I should head to bed myself. Good night y’all,” Mildred told you, her words followed by a yawn as she stood from the desk chair.

“Good night,” you and Peter said simultaneously before Peter’s hand found the small of your back, leading you towards the stairs.

“I really like her,” you told Peter when you made it to the top of the staircase.

“Mildred? Yeah, she’s a nice lady,” Peter agreed as you both walked towards your room, his hand still guiding you there.

“She reminds me of a really nice grandma and it’s a plus that she has the same name as my cat,” you chuckled while Peter’s hand left your back to place the key in the door.

“We should go visit Milly some time. I haven’t seen her in a while,” Peter mentioned, swinging the door open and letting you in first.

“Yeah, I miss her and she probably misses you too. She really liked you and so did my dad which was surprising,” you chuckled before flopping down onto the circular bed, the replaced rose petals jumping up when your body hit the mattress.

“He did? He did not act like it. He actually scared me a bit,” Peter told you as his hands fumbled through the contents of his bag, looking for something to sleep in. You let out a yawn after nodding to answer his question. “I assume you’re showering in the morning again?”

“Yeah,” you yawned out as you rolled over to find yourself some pajamas. “Let me brush my teeth before you get in there, okay?”

“Okay, but you’ve got ten seconds,” Peter teased, eyes gauging your reaction.

“Not all of us have superpowers, dork. I can barely get my toothbrush ready in that time.”

“Twenty seconds,” he offered like that was somehow better and you rolled your eyes before walking into the bathroom.

“I’m gonna brush them slower than I ever have before, so you’ll just have to wait.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you, knowing you were lying. While you glided the toothbrush over your teeth, you heard Peter yell something from in the bedroom.

“Ew!” he shouted and that was followed by the sound of something falling.

“What?” you asked while still brushing your teeth when you walked back into the room. Peter’s face showed nothing but pure disgust and a slight embarrassment as he pointed down into the open drawer of his nightstand. Your eyebrows furrowed when you walked over to the scene to see a pair of fluffy red handcuffs in the drawer. While laughing, you rolled your eyes at Peter. “You wanted the lover’s suite,” you joked, turning to go back to the bathroom.

“It was a mistake! He said they only had one room left and you would think on Valentine’s Day that this one would be taken but obviously not. I am never going to live this down, am I?” Peter exasperated as you finished up in the bathroom.

“Sorry Pete, but no. This is the funniest thing and I will never let it go. Wait until I tell Flash in physics Monday,” you told him while exiting the bathroom. He wore a frown when he passed you, trudging on his way to take a shower. Unlike the night before, you were able to fall asleep pretty quickly after you changed and got in bed.

...

This morning, you did not wake up with Peter on top of you. You were in fact cuddled into him, your arm around his torso and head against his chest, but you were far too tired to care or move.

“Are you awake?” Peter whispered upon feeling you move slightly.

“No,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest. His laughter sounded above your head before he spoke up again.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think our plans for today have been canceled. It is supposed to rain really badly all day like practically monsoon out there, so we’re stuck,” he muttered into the space around you. At that moment, you did notice the sound of the pattering rain outside the window.

“That’s okay. We can just have a movie day like we normally do on Sundays and we can sleep in a little more if that’s okay with you,” you spoke with your eyes closed, really dreading waking up since the comfort of the bed and Peter felt too good to leave.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he softly spoke, his arm that sat around your waist tightening for a second.

“Do you want me to move?” you muttered before picking your head up to look at him. You knew your hair was all over the place, but you didn’t have a care at all for its tangled state. Peter’s lips turned upwards into a soft smile as his hand came up to push some of that hair behind your ear.

“I don’t mind. You can stay if you want,” his gentle voice spoke, calming and sweet. You nodded your head before laying your head back on his chest.

“Say less.”

After a few more hours of shut-eye, you finally got up since it was nearing lunchtime, but you made sure to leave Peter sleeping. You reached in your bag for those pringles from the other day and quietly tiptoed over to the large comfy chair to sit there and eat chips while you scrolled through TikTok, the volume incredibly low as not to wake him.

“You left me,” you heard Peter’s pouty voice speak from the bed. Your eyes shot up to meet his as you held up a chip.

“You were sleeping and I wanted to eat these without waking you.” Peter rubbed at his eyes and laid back down for a second before his legs swung over the bed’s edge, sitting up. He came to sit next to you, the chair just barely big enough for you both, and stuck his hand in the Pringles can. “Let me see,” he mumbled, referring to the TikTok you were watching so you shifted in the seat so that your back laid against his front, your head on his shoulder so you could watch the short videos together. The both of you seemed to be substantially clingy since waking up, but you both also didn’t mind it.

It had been about an hour or so of sitting there, eating chips, and laughing at tiktoks before one of you checked the time.

“Shit, it’s already one o’clock,” Peter mentioned as his eyes flittered back to you after looking at the clock.

“Really?” you asked before you checked the time on your phone. “I guess you’re right.”

“Are you hungry? I’m not after the pringles,” Peter asked as he looked down at you still rested against his shoulder.

“Yeah, me neither,” you added, “so we can stay in our pajamas a little longer.” You stood from the chair you shared with him and went to the window to look outside. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was gonna monsoon out here. It’s basically flooding,” you announced after pushing back the red curtains to get a better look. Peter hopped up and followed your previous footsteps, standing behind you and peering over your shoulder. A huff came from him before his head plopped onto your shoulder, you looking down at his grumpy expression and trying to suppress a giggle.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can have a super fun movie day. Cheer up buttercup,” you chuckled as you kissed his cheek. You had never done anything like that before with him but felt bold in the moment. It was just a harmless little kiss and meant nothing, so there was nothing wrong with it in your eyes. When you pulled away, he wore a face of pure surprise as he watched you walk over to the remote. “Let’s find something to watch and we can sit in the chair or lay around in the bed and it will be really fun, okay?” Reluctantly, the still-shocked boy nodded his head before crawling into the bed. You followed suit and channel surfed until you found a Star Wars movie, the perfect thing to lift his spirits.

About an hour into it, you were beginning to get cold. You started to realize why each of you gravitated towards the other the past two nights. It was to seek out warmth and now you really wanted to cuddle up next to him, but you felt weird for asking that and you definitely were not just going to do it on your own.

“Y/n, your teeth are fucking chattering. Get over here,” Peter spoke up at the perfect moment. You hesitated for like a second before sliding into his open arms and wrapping yours around his torso.

“My teeth weren’t chattering, asshole,” you quipped as you relaxed against his body, finally feeling warmer.

“No, but I could tell you were cold and I was a little too, so I decided to fix both our problems.” You giggled against his chest before your eyes settled back on the TV screen, watching Leia talk to her brother. After watching one of his favorite movies, y’all watched one of your favorite movies which was Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban, and then a couple of Grey’s Anatomy episodes until you heard Peter’s stomach rumble beneath your ear.

“Maybe we should go get something to eat,” you suggested with a giggle as Peter’s cheeks reddened from embarrassment. “You could’ve told me you were hungry.”

“Yeah, but I know how much you love this show and I was going to wait until the end of this episode before saying something,” he told you while you sat up from his embrace. “Do you have anything in mind about what you want to eat?”

“Not really,” you answered when you stretched, reaching your arms up towards the ceiling. “All I know is that I don’t want to change, but I don’t want Mildred to pick on me for these,” you told him as you pointed to the pink pajama pants you have worn the last two nights.

“Hey, Mr. Stark got me those and you seemed to love them the one time you wore them so I gave them to you,” Peter explained as he sat up himself. “And I doubt she’d pick on you for those. She’d probably say you look cute in them or something.”

“She does think we are cute, doesn’t she?” you smiled, thinking of the nice old woman downstairs. “I’m gonna miss her.”

“I’m sure she’ll miss you too,” Peter chuckled at the fast connection you had made with the woman in a matter of a few short conversations.

“We should make this a tradition. Like every year on Valentine’s, go to a different place and explore or I would not mind coming here just so I could see Mildred and we could always get this room as a joke. I have had a lot of fun this weekend, Peter. This was a great idea,” you told him as you slipped your shoes on and Peter pulled on a dark blue sweatshirt over the hoodie he was already wearing.

“What would we do if we get boyfriends or girlfriends?” Peter inquired, grabbing his car keys.

“Go the weekend before or after. We will still be best friends, Parker,” you giggled at him after you put your coat on and followed him out the door.

“There you two are! I was beginning to think y’all passed out up there,” Mildred spoke as her eyes fell upon your outfits, Peter in a sweatshirt, hoodie, and sweatpants and you in your pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and your coat. “Well did y’all just wake up?”

“No ma’am,” Peter lightly laughed. “The rain kind of ruined our plans so we stayed in and watched movies and now we’re going to pick up something for dinner.”

“Oh, that’s nice! Y’all are just cute as a button in your pajamas. Y’all are probably starving so you two go ahead. I won’t keep you any longer,” Mildred spoke and shooed you two closer to the door. You both said your goodbyes before stepping out the door and onto the porch. Peter wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you ducked your head into his chest before you both ran together towards his car.

“We never decided on where to eat,” you brought up as soon as you both were in the car.

“Oh yeah. What about pizza? Or burgers? Both sound really good right now,” Peter offered, his mouth practically watering before you at the thought of some food.

“Either sounds great to me.” So, he looked up which one was closer and drove to a local pizza parlor. The place was not but fifteen minutes away and since Peter called ahead as soon as you two got in the car, it was ready when you had arrived. All y’all had to do was pick it up and you did exactly that. Now, you were on the way back to the hotel and though you had a warm box of pizza resting in your lap, you were quite cold.

“Are you freezing?” you asked the driver whose brown eyes flickered to yours for a moment before finding the road again, squinting a bit to see through the heavy rain that persisted to fall.

“Yeah, a little.” At the same time, you and Peter both reached for the knob that controlled the temperature of the air that flowed through the vehicle, your hands brushing against each other. Immediately, you both retracted your hands and heat rushed to your cheeks. A second later, Peter reached out again and turned the knob to the right to get some warmer air.

“Um, I think we should talk about something,” the boy announced while something in the air shifted, feeling thicker and slightly more suffocating. You kept your eyes trained ahead of you as well before you spoke up.

“Uh, yeah. I guess we should.”

“Something has definitely changed between us this weekend. We don’t act like the same two best friends that we used to,” Peter mentioned, not sparing you a glance. You looked over at him to see his face, but not even his face showed you any indication of what was going through that pretty little head of his.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to make the conversation a little more light-hearted and less serious. You didn’t see much of a big deal. Yes, you both had been clingier and you two shared a kiss, a damn good one at that, but that was to distract someone who had broken you with no remorse from coming your way. Peter, on the other hand, seemed to think there was more to this and his serious tone frightened you a tad, not really ever being so pensive about anything other than school. “I don’t see an issue.”

“So, you’re okay with cuddling and kisses and stuff like that?” The way he said that and gave you the most incredulous look made you feel as if your presence was not wanted by him. Maybe you were not wanted by him. It wouldn’t be a first in your life. No, your brain fought itself, he wouldn’t have planned all this for you if he didn’t love you.

“We only kissed once,” you stated while his normally soft brown eyes stared coldly through the windshield. “I’m sorry if I messed something up by doing that, but you didn’t exactly fight it, Peter.”

“No, that’s not- never mind that kiss, but the one this morning. You kissed me on my cheek.”

“Because you seemed upset!” your voice rose ever so slightly as you fought your point, a feeling you have never felt about Peter bubbling in your chest. It was a mixture of anger, hurt, and sadness. You were also growing annoyed with the conversation as a whole and were ready to get back to the hotel which was mere minutes away. “I didn’t think there was that much to it.”

“It’s not something friends do,” Peter argued not sparing you so much as a glance or some hint as to what he was trying to get at.

“Why do I feel like you are blaming me for how we’ve gotten closer over the past few days? You’ve been acting awful cozy as well,” you tried to calm your voice a little as you spoke, but you hated being blamed for things, especially stupid things like this. “We’re best friends, Peter. It’s okay to be a little closer than normal. It’s okay to cuddle, hold hands, or kiss each other on the cheek. I will admit that the kiss yesterday might have been a bit much, but all the other stuff is perfectly normal. I’ll back off if you want, but don’t come at me when you have been doing the same thing and initiating it sometimes too.”

“Those are things that couples do. I have never done that with my best friends. Granted, you’re my first girl best friend that isn’t terrified to touch or interact with another person, but that’s beside the point,” Peter said as he turned into the hotel lot and found a place to park. “I’ve only ever done this kinda thing with a girlfriend and we aren’t dating. I couldn’t date you, y/n.”

That last sentence struck a nerve in you. I couldn’t date you, y/n. Why the hell not? What was so wrong with you that he couldn’t date you? The words brought you back to a place you were a couple years ago when everything that made you hate today happened. You were so easily replaced by both your boyfriend and best friend. You were never really wanted around by them, and you hated yourself for not noticing sooner. Well, you did notice, but you had hope that it was all in your head until you were proved otherwise.

Was the same thing about to happen with you and Peter? Were you going to lose the only person outside of your family that you loved and spent all your time with? If he couldn’t date you, then how could he be your best friend? The two things were terribly similar with the only differences being sexual intimacy and a different kind of love. Peter was your soulmate for sure, maybe not romantically, though you had hoped otherwise, but he was meant to be with you. Now he did not seem to want to be near you.

You didn’t recognize it, but tears had pooled in your eyes, not yet fallen though. Your breathing felt different, quicker, and you felt like you were losing all that was important to you, him. You had always hoped that sometime in the future you and Peter would get together. You two had made a pact a while ago that if you hadn’t found someone by the age of twenty-six, you two would start dating and then get married within the following year or two. That idea was now seemingly being thrown out the window since he couldn’t date you.

“Y/n…” Peter sighed, his hand reaching out to grab yours but you were quick to pull it away.

“I thought friends didn’t do that,” you threw his words right back at him before you got out, leaving the pizza in your seat and slamming the door shut behind you. Now that you were in the rain, you let your tears flow since they now just appeared to anyone else as raindrops on your face. You tried to speed walk towards the hotel for two reasons: to get away from Peter and to get out of the rain. However, the damn arachnid abilities of your best friend made him much quicker, his hand catching your arm and spinning you back to face him.

You hated yourself for the thoughts running through your mind. The rain on his face that dripped down his cheeks and nose was insanely attractive, and the water made his curls droop onto his forehead, another thing that made him look irresistible. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but how could you after the last one caused so much damage obviously since it was one of the things behind this argument.

“Y/n, that’s not what I meant,” he spoke, his honey brown eyes darted between your own. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing you were. Did he think the water droplets sliding down your face looked pretty? Did he think you were pretty? He had commented on your appearance before, saying you looked beautiful on random occasions but now it all seemed meaningless.

“What did you mean, Peter? How else was I supposed to take that?” you argued with the boy. You didn’t care if he could tell the difference between the freshwater drops on your face and the saltwater tears because his words hurt you and he should know that.

“Of course, I could date you. I would love to date you! You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes on and I’m still shocked that you choose to hang out with me every day. Why do you think I made that pact about us dating when we’re older? I can’t wait until then because we promised we’d get together. You do not know how much I hope you don’t find someone before then because my only chance to be with you will be gone because I certainly don’t have to balls to ask you out. The only reason I am telling you all of this now is because I’m scared I’ll lose you, y/n. I can’t even bear to think about that right now. I am an idiot and I’m sorry. I’m so sorr-“

“Peter!” you snapped, tired of hearing his rambles as you desperately wanted to feel his lips against your own.

“What?” he asked, brows knitted and eyes locked on yours.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you repeated the words that you said before your first kiss with the boy as you watched a smile grow on his lips. His hands were quick to cup your cheeks as he brought your face to his, lips connecting and a fire ignited within you both. His left hand slid from your cheek down your shoulder and arm until he found your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You gripped onto his bicep with one hand while your other found the back of his head, your fingers running through the dampened curls. A thought immediately popped in your head and you acted on it, tugging on the strands which resulted in his lips parting. Your plan was achieved successfully, and you slipped your tongue into the entrance. He followed suit and after a little bit, you both needed a little oxygen.

“Um, wow. That was um-“ Peter stumbled over his words, trying to muster up the perfect ones to say in fear of screwing up again. “Nice.” You chuckled at his awkwardness, leaning your head on his forehead and looking up at him.

“Yeah, I agree,” you breathed as your eyes scanned all over his features, taking in every bit of this beautiful moment. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Pete.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n,” Peter responded with a grin, happy he could make you see the holiday as a little more enjoyable for you. The sound of his stomach growling interrupted the moment, and a laugh left your lips. “I’m gonna get the pizza.”

“You do that,” you chuckled at the hungry boy as he walked to the passenger side door, swinging it open to grab the square cardboard box. “You know Mildred is going to kill us. We’re out here drenched in our pajamas in the cold.”

“Yeah, she definitely will,” Peter agreed while walking up the steps with you, “but we can do it together.” He held his free hand out to you for you to take which you gladly did, interlacing your fingers with his. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as well.

“Together.”

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