#i cant sit on this doodle any longer

[toomanyacorns]

Send me Steddie fanfic recommendations

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I finished all of my bookmarked ao3 fics and I need more good ones before I combust into a pile of cornflake dust

#ya'll motherfuckers get TWO art posts today #i cant sit on this doodle any longer #look at them #three pretty bestfriends and two of them are in love #babygirl steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things s4 #steve harington #fruity four #steddie fanart #eddie munson fanart #steve harrington fanart #stranger things fanart #st4 doodle #st4 art

[enden-k]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. kvthm fantasy AU stuff ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a more compact/organized post about my au mostly for myself where i keep all the infos and lore i posted so far in one + links to specific comics or doodles i did [will update over time]

i first started posting my AU on april 19, rlly feels like ages ago 🥹

set in a (well, even more) fantastical version of sumeru. theres a curse going wild for a long time, and no cure so far. no one knows where, when or why it spread, only that once someone becomes cursed, all that awaits is death.

kaveh, the prince of sumeru, is cursed since birth and can no longer bear to sit and wait for his end to come; especially with his mother watching him fall more and more to the curse to the point it hurts her just looking at him. he doesnt want to cause her pain and make her watch him grow weak and die; he rather wants to use the time left to find a way to break the curse, to save the others that still have a chance for a cure unlike him who is doomed to die and turn into a shadowy creature to haunt the lands.

his journey leads him to a certain, mysterious witch who came up with a spell to freeze the curse for some time - it needs to be redone regularly though to stall it. driven by his interest and curiosity in the curse and the prince, the witch agrees on accompanying kaveh on his travels; renewing the spell to give kaveh more time while pursuing the truth and origin of the curse. on their travels, they also meet a certain forest watcher and his partner, and a mercenary who become a part of their small group, and together they journey all across of sumeru in search of a way to break the curse for once and all, saving their loved ones.

the curse

its origin is unknown so far. once someone becomes cursed, they fall sick and slowly but painfully wither away as it spreads over their body. shadowy, bark-like markings spread over the body, skin and joints growing stiff and painful to move

the curse feeds on the bodies energy until it switches to the persons soul to devour it next and turn them into a mindless shadowy creature. usually the body cant handle it anymore though; the cursed one dies from weakness and their organs failing before their souls can be devoured. coma is the final stage before the body ultimately breaks down, taking the curse "safely" with them in death. once cursed, there is no "easy" way out of it. unnatural death while the curse is still active and powerful, feeding on the persons energy, will unleash it and curse everyone and everything around it. the curse is known to take, to wither everything and everyone away - the only thing that doesnt wither away are mourning flowers. those flowers bloom as long as the curse is active and festering and they start to wilt more the weaker the curse gets; therefore, the closer death is. people use those flowers to measure the time left they are able to spend with their loved cursed ones until they die to the curse. people believe the curse is what keeps the flower blooming and as soon as the body gets weaker which in turns makes the curse lose its power as well (since it cant feed on the body any longer), the flower starts to wilt more and more as well just like the cursed one until they both die. this is why some people bury their loved cursed ones with the flower as a symbol of protection for their souls in the afterlife. so far there seems no way to cure or fight the curse other than succumbing to it and taking it to the grave. still, kaveh wants to try and find a way while he can.

ㅤㅤ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ kaveh ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a prince born cursed, the way it works on and in him differs from others. like the others, he constantly feels pain and on some days even weakness where he can barely hold anything; those seem to be the days when the curse advances on his body to devour some more of him. unlike the others hes still withstanding it though and doesnt show the other usual symptoms such as chronic fatigue and weakness, sickness, etc. because of being born cursed, his body seems to be used to living with it; the curse has started devouring his body and soul simultaneously already. it means his body will hold out until his soul is fully devoured. he is doomed to fall to the curse and lose himself. there are records of people who were like him, born cursed, and those have turned into shadowy mindless beasts that roam the lands, killing everyone and everything in their way once body and soul were devoured. the day that kaveh dies to the curse, his body will be controlled by the curse alone once it took over his soul and hurt everyone. he desperately wants to stop that with all his power; not to come out of this alive or have a peaceful death but to save people from the curse and the danger of himself once he turned. its not like he doesnt mind dying or doesnt wish to come out alive. its just after all those years of anger and hurt and constant questions on why him, he had started to accept his fate. he still wishes to find a way, at least for everyone else, to save them from the curse and from himself. his father also died to the curse when he was still young. now that he is also cursed, he cant bear seeing his mother in such emotional pain as they both wait for his death. instead of appreciating the time hes still there, it seems she is mourning already and he doesnt want to cause her more pain by simply being near her. its why he sets out in the middle of the night and leaves the capital without looking back.

he wears the mourning flowers in his hair to keep an eye on his condition and time left while hes on his journey. he loves to paint and dance; because of the curse and the pains that come with it periodically, he cant hold a quill for too long though. he wields his claymore by himself (yes) when he is able to; when the pain strikes, his fathers dagger strapped to his hip is his choice of weapon to defend himself.

ㅤㅤ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ al-haitham ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a mysterious witch living completely unbothered in solitude. when he was young, he was banned and cast out from the witches realm in the forest for breaking one of the 6 rules, committing a sin. outside of that, little is known about him other than him being the most proficient in anything regarding spells, curses and ancient languages; some say he is able to speak all the languages known - though if that is true, only he knows. however, if asked how many languages he can actually speak, he will answer with a random number each time - or none at all, depending on his mood. (everything he does seems to be depending on his mood) witches are known to live in their realm, safe and separated from the rest of sumeru, rarely getting involved with others as in the past they often got taken away and have their powers misused by foul people. so its completely surprising to see one of them living unbothered outside of the realm, avoiding people but not hostile or fearful when approached. his grandmother fell victim to the curse. as a child, he tried his everything to become strong and study a lot, to come up with a spell to relieve her pains and break the curse. he dove deep into the study of curses and ancient runes, deep enough to reach something he was not supposed to see, in order to learn the origin of the curse to weave a spell to counter it. he did not manage to do that but he did come up with the beginnings of a spell that can halt curses for some time. it came too late though because his grandmother had passed away. shortly after, he was banned from the realm for studying the origins in order to learn the truth about the curse and how to break it. banishment serves as a way to protect; if a witch commits too many of the sins, the power of knowledge might corrupt and destroy them. the rules exist to rein the thirst and curiosity in; to protect from the truths. despite everything, haitham never ceased his studies. the older the word, the more power it holds; so basically by being a nerd he grew really strong in magical powers so there is no need for him to feel fear outside of the realm. he also knows perfectly well how to wield a sword (he has one) and how to kick ass without magic or weapons. hes completely capable on his own. haitham does the barest minimum out of comfort and doesnt reveal anything about himself which often leads to people (who dont know him) to underestimate and mistake him for the feeble mage he likes to call himself - much to their regret.

he enjoys to mess with kaveh and doesnt care if he is a prince or cursed (which kaveh actually enjoys but would never admit it, since ppl usually treat him different because he is the prince and cursed) and decides to accompany him on his journey out of his own interest in the curse, its origin and the truths, but also in kaveh - developing feelings for him and his early motivations changing later on.

haitham is able to understand animals and other creatures - mehrak and kavehs beast form included.

ㅤㅤ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ beast kaveh and corrupted haitham ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

now, despite haitham being able to buy kaveh more time with his spell, some time on their journey a huge incident accelerates the curse, about to claim kaveh in the end. haitham is struck by fear for the first time and decides to try one last thing no matter how much of a risk it is.

he succeeds and manages to rein in the uncontrolled flow of the curse in kavehs body. since he was in the process of turning completely and losing himself to the curse, kaveh gains the ability to freely change between his cursed beast form and his normal, human form.

he is completely stable of mind and himself but his speech is a garbled whispery mess in non human language so he cant communicate with others except with haitham.

haitham on the other hand took a great risk with changing the flow; by interfering with life and death he committed another sin and exposed himself to the curse during the ritual. he took the damage on the mind and soul that was meant for kaveh; basically splitting the curse between them, risking corruption more and more - if it didnt start already.

[ the others will get added here over time/more lore or other info, this is just the main post and constantly in work ig (i rlly need to sleep now byeeee) ]

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✦ tiny more or less beginning comic

✦ haitham gets turned into a cat by accident (kitty witch haitham arc)

✦ haitham lore (grandma)

✦ forest spirit mehrak

✦ tighnari, cyno, haitham, dehya (the squad around prince kaveh)

✦ haitham likes to simply take kavehs stuff and here is why

✦ general tag for all my fantasy AU doodles (sfw) (not sfw is on other blog, 18+ only)

#fantasy au #own art #tppbw

[snaillock]

demotivated artist!reader x bllk boys

(bachira, kaiser)

tags: gn!reader, kaisers gratuitous stripping of course, bachira being a silly little guy, kaiser being an attention whore

bachira

you sat at your desk, mindlessly watching a youtube video that was supposed to be your background noise as you did your art. instead your sketchbook was left on the fresh blank page as you were completely engrossed in the video.

“aren’t you supposed to be doing something” you snapped out of your focus from the distraction and turned to see bachira cheekily smiling at you with an eyebrow raised and hands on his hips

“ugh fine you caught me,” you said as you turned back to look at your computer and felt bachira wrap his arms around you and his head rest on his shoulder.

“i just… don’t know how to start. i’ve been on an art block for weeks now and it’s starting to wear me down.” you let out a deep sigh as you rambled and tapped your pencil on the desk, “it’s just so hard to find any ideas now”

as bachira listened to your rant, he unwrapped one of his arms from your shoulder and silently reached out for your colored pens and markers with his tongue out in absolute concentration, none of which you noticed.

your ramble got interrupted the second you heard marker scratching on paper. you look down to see bachira doodling on your sketchbook

“bachira?! what the hell are you doing!?” when you said that, he quickly snatched up your sketchbook and a couple of markers and ran out the room giggling, too fast for you to catch up. ‘god why did i date a football player’ you sighed and ran out to find him

you spotted him on the couch, comfortably laying on his stomach as he continued doodling on your stolen sketchbook with your stolen markers. you immediately snatched the book out of his hands.

“i cannot believe you would take my things like that! not only did you take my sketchbook, you also drew in it without my permiss- oh wait…” your scolding trailed off as you took a look at the page he drew. you saw the vibrant squiggles and lines he did along with some star shapes and hearts.

“wow this is actually really pretty,” you said, sitting down right next to him. you took one of your pens that bachira stole from your desk and started to draw on that page, using the art bachira did as a colorful background to bring out the black ink of the figures you drew in front of it. bachira rested his head on your shoulder and watched the entire time.

“hehe looks like i once again saved the day,” bachira laughed as he looked at your ‘collaborated’ work.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. “ok fine i guess you did help with my art block,” you smiled and kissed his cheek, “i appreciate it and i appreciate you”

bachira grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, “you are so so welcome!”

“is this something you did with your mom every time she couldn’t paint?” “oh yeah constantly” “ah should’ve guessed”

kaiser

you sat at your desk while scrolling through different photos on your laptop, trying to find something to draw since your brain was completely dried out of ideas

“babe~” you sighed as you heard a whiny voice from behind you. uh oh kaiser needs attention. you turned your head to look at him

“what do you need kaiser”

“how much longer are you gonna be in here for? you’ve already been here all day…” it’s only been an hour.

you rolled your eyes as his whining got more desperate and you spoke, “who knows at this point. i’ve been stuck for a while so you might have to wait for the rest of the day.” you glanced at him, knowing that would get to him.

“no darling! you cant stay here all day”

“well if you have any ideas for me, i’ll love to hear them”

he closed your laptop, pushing all your things aside, and sat on your desk right in front of you with his leg crossed over his knee, “how about this… you should just draw me.” he smirked as he looked down at your unimpressed face

you thought about it for a second before nodding, “you know what… that’s not too bad of an idea! i’ll do it.”

“ok great!” he said as he started taking his shirt off.

“kaiser no! i don’t need a nude model so please leave your shirt on!”

“fine…” he groaned, hesitantly removing his hands from his shirt and smoothed it out. he mumbled, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before anyway”

you playfully rolled your eyes and got your stuff ready. you started drawing him as he did various poses while basking in all your attention. every now and then he would try to convince you that him stripping off his clothes would help more but you kept shooting that idea down. you had to deal with him constantly walking naked around the house already.

once you finished, you showed him the sketches. he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you multiple times, each one on a different spot on your face. “wow you did such a good job! you captured my beauty so well”

he took photos of your sketches while gushing about how good of an artist you are and how blessed he is for having you (and also how blessed you are for having a great and attractive model like him)

the next day while he was out at practice, he showed off your drawings to his teammates, bragging about how beautiful and talented his partner is

a/n: haha hai so like i was planning on only sticking to hcs format for this blog but i really wanted to do like a drabble/hc thingy and i also have very little writing experience so sorry if this sucks ass. hope you enjoyed it!

this was supposed to be a three character post but i struggled to

think of another so if anyone wants a part 2 with diff characters, feel free to request so with the characters you want!

#blue lock #bachira x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x you #★ snail.writes ★ #bachira #kaiser #wrote this while watching various reaction videos

[heavenlycloud]

show me: university au! chaeyoung x fem! reader

request: may i request (twice)chaeyoung x reader university au! first kiss which turns into a make out session

after fourteen long weeks of class you were finally approaching finals week. much to your luck, this class didn’t require a final but rather a project. your professor paired your with another girl in your class randomly. the two of you were supposed to be married, and then create an entire life together through all of the things you’d learned throughout the semester. it was a pretty basic project but factor in the workload and the pretty girl you’d been crushing on for weeks— you were royally fucked.

“oh god i can’t do this, yeri help me!” you walked back and forth frantically as you begged your roommate for any support at all. she didn’t spare you a glance as she looked at her phone, “for starters you can stop pacing on my carpet. you’re wrinkling it all up. and second just go to the library and meet your wife. i don’t understand why you’re freaking out.” yeri peered up at you at the end of her sentence and you huffed, “but i like her!”

“oh god i can’t do this, yeri help me!” you walked back and forth frantically as you begged your roommate for any support at all. she didn’t spare you a glance as she looked at her phone, “for starters you can stop pacing on my carpet. you’re wrinkling it all up. and second just go to the library and meet your wife. i don’t understand why you’re freaking out.” yeri peered up at you at the end of her sentence and you huffed, “but i like her!”

yeri told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “well ask her on a date. you’ve already been meeting up everyday for three weeks.” your eyes widened and you refused, “i cant just ‘aSk hEr On A dATe’ what’s wrong with you?!” yeri rolled her eyes when you mocked her voice then shrugged, “well i don’t know what to tell you. i’ve been helpful.” a sigh of disappointment filled the room and your shoulder slumped, “must be nice not having to deal with this cause you’ve dated like three girls already…” your roommate corrected you, “only one. and i told you. not to mention saeron anymore. now go before you keep chaeyoung waiting any longer." you nodded in agreement then paused right as you met the doorway, "how did you-" yeri answered while looking at her phone, "somi told me. now GO!"

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for the entirety of the walk to the library you thought about turning around and pretending that you fell asleep. but as a student who knew what it was like to finish a project all on your own, you decided to not be THAT person.

chaeyoung was already sitting in a reserved study room when you arrived onto the 3rd floor of the library. she was busy doodling on one of her notebooks while wearing her headphones and playing music that you could hear upon opening the door. chaeyoung didn't look up when you entered, too engrossed in her own little world to notice you eyeing her from afar.

the creative spirit of hers is what caught your eye for the very first time. when you saw her wandering down the hallways the day before the semester began, trying to find her classes for the following day. from her outward appearance it was clear that she was an art student. maybe it was the way she dressed or the paints that dyed her fingers faint shades of powder blue and tangerine. she wore the strangest clothes that most wouldn't even spare a glance at in the store. all the more reason why chaeyoung somehow managed to pull off a denim dress, checkered cardigan, striped tie, and neon orange crocs.

you lightly tapped chaeyoung's shoulder and she jumped before pulling off her headphones. she laughed to herself then said, "sorry i didn't notice you walk in." her tone dropped a little and her laughter subsided when she added on a small, "hi my love." butterflies erupted in your stomach at the comment but you reminded yourself it was something she'd made habit a few weeks back. after being paired with you for the project, chaeyoung started referring to you with various nicknames one would use for their significant other. her reasoning was that it made the project of you two pretending to be married more fun. in reality all the fun for her was seeing how bashful you became from a simple nickname.

you pulled out a chair on the other side of the table and sat in front of her. as you pulled out your folders you asked curiously, "those are new covers on your headphones, yeah?" chaeyoung looked at the olive green and chocolate brown crocheted covers on her headphones. she grinned, "yeah my roommate made them for me. she's been trying to practice before selling stuff so i get free stuff." you beamed, "oh that's so cool- let me know when she starts selling stuff so i can buy something." chaeyoung hummed happily in agreement and leaned in closer to the table so she could see where you both left off with the project.

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hours passed and the two of you finished the last of the assignment after nearly a month of working together. over the course of the five hours, chaeyoung had moved to your side of the table and was now so close you could feel her breath on your skin. she smelled of nectarine blossom and honey, a combination that you grew addicted to within a week of knowing her. both of you sat in silence as she held onto your hand and slid her rings on and off of your fingers. her gaze lingered on you for a moment, making your skin burn with embarrassment. when she didn't look away you found the strength to look back at her and ask, "what?" chaeyoung casually answered with a soft smile, "mmm- i just think you're pretty, baby."

this time it was you who let out a laugh as you shook your head in refusal. chaeyoung furrowed her brow and asked, "what?" you pulled your hand from her grasp and pulled off each of her rings, then placed them into her palm. you told chaeyoung firmly, "the project is over, you can stop with the fake couple thing." she didn't reply for a second and momentarily you worried that your words were too harsh. but before you could panic and run away, chaeyoung told you seriously, "fine. can we start a real couple thing?"

out of pure disbelief and denial that the prettiest girl you've ever laid eyes on was interested in you in a more-than-platonic kind of way, you didn't respond immediately. chaeyoung scanned your face for any reaction then started, "i shouldn't have assumed that's what you wanted too. i'm so sorry i-" you cut her off by grabbing her hand, "no no no no no! i want that too, i do. i really really want that...i really like you chaeng." the latter wore a smug grin as she responded, "well if you insist..." you shoved her playfully and she started packing up her folders, "come on, it's still early. we can hang at my room for a bit."

a million thoughts ran through your head as you tried to wrap your head around the idea of being with chaeyoung in more than a friend/classmate way. heat bloomed in your face and you thanked the universe that you were wearing a mask to cover that because relentless teasing would've definitely ensued otherwise.

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chaeyoung opened the door to her apartment and you followed her inside after removing your shoes. judging by the lights being turned off and the silence in every room, it was clear that her roommate wasn't in for the evening. internally you wondered if she had planned for this entire thing: being flirty to you then confessing and inviting you over, knowing full and well nobody else was home. a pit formed in your stomach as you conjured up different ideas of how the evening would play out, from things you were ready to do to admitting that there were things that you weren't.

"hey, y/n!" chaeyoung shouted which drew your attention from your own racing thoughts. she led you to her bedroom and turned on the different remote controlled LEDs that were strung around her room. you slowly took in the images on the tapestries that hung on the walls and ceilings. artificial ferns and crocheted flower garlands were messily strewn around the window and around the bedframe where the LEDs weren't lit. her room smelled like honeysuckle and eucalyptus from the candles she routinely burned judging by the several open ones around the space.

she dropped her backpack on the floor and said, "you can sit on my bed if you want or i can clean off the chair over there." she pointed to a fluffy cream colored sherpa chair that was on the floor, but you assured, "bed is fine." your heart raced in your chest as she approached her bed and sat beside you. her shoulder brushed against yours and you jumped, scooting away from her quickly. chaeyoung didn't react to you verbally but you did notice that she was frowning slightly when you looked back at her.

you awkwardly looked around for something to start a conversation over when you noticed a book she had on her desk. pointing to it you asked, "oh my god wait that was my favorite book growing up!" chaeyoung followed your finger with her eyes then lit up, "oh yeah i was reading it to practice my English...i haven't finished it though because it was a little hard to read for me." you caught the way her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and you told her, "my mom used to read it to me because it was too hard for me too." you eyed the book on her desk before asking with a smile, "may i?" chaeyoung nodded and you hopped off her bed to retrieve the book.

chaeyoung wrapped herself in one of the blankets on her bed, toying with the cotton tassels on the end as you got comfortable in front of her. she watched you in delight as you began reading from the pages where she left off,  "The three Penderwicks stared at Jeffery. Why hadn't they thought of that? A little color came back into Rosalind's face and she leapt to her feet..." memories of the plot unlocked in your head and a smile graced your features as it was evident you were enjoying this nostalgia. chaeyoung listened to you read through two chapters without comprehending most of it since she was too focused on staring at your face.

suddenly as you turned the page and took a breath to continue reading, chaeyoung reached her hand out and placed it over the book. you looked up at her in confusion and prepared to ask if you'd started reading too fast and she needed you to turn back. however she slowly pulled the book from your grasp and moved closer to you...much closer to you. alarm bells went off in your head and panic coursed through your veins the moment you noticed chaeyoung leaning forward towards you.

your eyes widened in complete realization and you blurted out, "wait- hold on!" chaeyoung listened to you and moved slightly further back on her bed to give you space. she didn't say anything but instead she waited patiently with a look of worry on her face until you found the words to explain what happened.

a small laugh drew from your chest as you laughed to yourself over the situation. you looked between chaeyoung and yourself then mused, "god this is so-” your voice tapered off at the end and you remained silent. finally chaeyoung asked nervously, “did i do something wrong? i’m so sorry if i made you uncomfortable i-” quickly you interjected and said, “no no no it’s not you. i just don’t know how to do this.” she looked at you with a raised brow and asked slowly, “you haven’t kissed anyone before?” there was something different in the way she asked compared to other people who you’ve met in the past. there was no judgement or disrespect in her tone, only genuine curiosity and wonder while she tried to make sure she understood what you were telling her. out of nervous habit you glanced to your lap then answered shyly, “yeah pretty much.” her hand reached for yours and she tugged on it lightly to get you to look back at her. chaeyoung asked you, “what do you want me to do?” when your gaze met hers you asked rather quietly, “can you show me how?” 

the smile that tugged on the corners of chaeyoung’s lips made warmth bloom in your chest that moved to your face when she once again moved closer to you. chaeyoung crawled over you and sat on your lap with one of her legs on each side of your own. the sound of your heart racing was all that you could hear and feel, and chaeyoung could tell. she brought her hand to your neck with her thumb lightly grazing the spot behind your ear. her tone was gentle as she asked you, “is this okay, y/n?” chills ran down your spine at the way she spoke your name and you answered, “yes.” chaeyoung’s thumb ran along your skin soothingly as she told you earnestly, “if you want to stop at any point, tell me.” you nodded in understanding then quickly started to ask a question but chaeyoung stopped you, answering, “just follow my lead.” once more you nodded and she leaned in closer. 

chaeyoung could nearly hear your racing thoughts of both excitement and nervousness as she inched closer to your lips. she brought a finger to your lips and whispered, “shhh” in an  attempt to get you to relax. but that all went out the window when her gaze suddenly changed leaving behind a look of want in her eyes. your eyes fluttered shut and you tried to remember all of the things yeri told you not to do when someone kisses you for the first time. 

your mind went blank when you felt a warm pair of lips against yours and the taste of strawberry chapstick linger on your skin. chaeyoung pulled away from you momentarily just for you to lean in this time and pull her back to you. she smiled against your lips which almost made you laugh until you felt one of her hands over yours. chaeyoung interlocked her fingers with yours as they pressed further into her plush blankets on her bed. all the while your hands bunched around the material of the oversized baby pink t shirt she wore. her lips moved against yours gently and her tongue gently swiped over your bottom lip. as she told you before, you followed her lead slowly and melted beneath her gentle touches along your arms and torso. 

chaeyoung pulled away first for air and moved to your neck, placing soft kisses that burned against your skin. your hand slipped behind her head and tangled in her jet black shoulder length hair, tugging lightly when she nipped at your skin. a soft moan fell past your lips without warning and your eyes widened in realization when she pulled away and looked at you. the look of horror on your face made her laugh and she placed one more peck against your swollen lips, “do i have that effect on you already?” you leaned forward and rested your head on her shoulder as you also laughed, “don’t tease me over it!” chaeyoung brought her hand to your head and murmured quietly, “ah it’s okay…i think it’s cute.” 

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#kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice reactions #twice chaeyoung #chaeyoung imagines #chaeyoung scenarios #chaeyoung reactions #son chaeyoung #idol x female reader #university au #kpop fluff

[regret-breathing]

she lives on a farm with her sheep, her chickens, her goats, and a number of other creatures. she keeps pet rodents and spiders in terrariums. in the two story house there are multiple rooms of just her taxidermy collection, almost all her own work. she wears her hair long, her wide, haughty features complimenting her playful eyes and beautiful skin perfectly. shes like a queen, or a witch. but shes a macrobiologist. she doesnt live anywhere near me. i want to wrap her in what little warmth i have and learn how she takes her eggs. i want to learn to live with her five dogs, or rather, learn how much benadryl i can take before i get too loopy to love her how she deserves. she’s always warm, even though she texts like she’s ten years older than she is. i’ve only heard her voice one time. i want to listen to it for at least six hours daily. i don’t know what it is about her that hit me like a truck but now i’m just happy to be roadkill.

i’m awkward over text, especially with people i can’t help but love. she’s hard to talk to because i get too in my head. i feel like she’s going to slip away before i get to tell her how much she means to me. we’ve known each other less than three months but i want to cook at least 400 meals for her. i wish it were acceptable to tell someone that. to tell someone you only met recently that you think you could spend forever learning new ways to make her smile. her house sounds like heaven. i don’t normally like dogs. but for her? five sounds doable.

she says when she dreams she has wings most of the time. when i asked what her wings were like she told me, black and bright blue almost like a blue jay, but with color placement like an owl’s. my knees buckled a bit and i could hardly breathe for a second. she loves dragons, draws them all the time. i save every picture of a doodle she sends me. but still her wings have feathers. she says she dreams so vividly that she can feel the breeze in every one of them as she catches the wind. i don’t know how to tell her that’s what it feels like when she tells me something new about her.

she painted a door in her house, blue mostly with strips of colors in every hue. when i told her it looked like the bark of my favorite tree and showed her some pictures, i couldn’t believe my luck. i cant help but picture seeing that door every day and thinking of that little bit of serendipity.

she says not to get too attached to the ram. i’ve never seen him in person but i don’t think i can keep to that. he’s so sweet, and soft, and named like my best friends brother. sometimes, she says, he tries to escape the pen, and she has to wrangle him and sit on him. she’s stronger than people think, she says. i can’t imagine underestimating her. i think if i was honest with her about myself, about everything inside me, she might not get scared off. she talks like there’s a lot she doesn’t tell everyone also. she talks like she would understand. but still im scared to tell her i feel so strongly for her so soon. if i miss my chance i might regret it forever. but i keep seeing posts with that quote, don’t die not knowing, and thats starting to scare me more than losing her.

i think i need to wait a little longer. to wait until her car is fixed and we can see each other for real. i want to make her something, but i don’t have any blue yarn. i want to make her gloves, because they’d go so nicely with her tattoos. i want to learn new stitches, so i can make her something really pretty. i haven’t taught myself any new ones since i was a kid, but what i can make now isn’t good enough. i know that’s not how it works, that a gift from a friend is perfect by nature of its existence, but she deserves the world, and even if i can’t give it to her, i can at least give her something in stockinette.

#regret posting #knitting #delete later #personal shit #i want to say her name but the internet can’t be trusted. #that doesn’t make it harder not to scream it over and over until my throat goes. #i don’t think i understand what it was to miss someone before locking eyes with them #she says she doesn’t take selfies often. and yet i get to see her face at least a few times a week. #i count myself lucky every time.

[ankhisms]

im no longer being brave im whining and crying i dont want to go to this doctor appointment thats not even going to help me with any of my medical issues its so fucking hot out and i cant stop thinking about my abuser and i just wanna go home and hug my dog and sit with my cats and maybe try to doodle kamen rider while sitting in front of the fan

[factual-fantasy]

.....Guys..

Guys I cant cope with this, its too adorable.

I.. dude like.. for real.. like..

Transformers.. are made of metal.. and magnets.. stick to metallll...

...duuuude... I have so many cute headcannons now that I feel like my head is going to explode..

Imagine Miko.. She saves up her money and buys this sheet magnet one day right? She draws these cute little pictures, cuts them out, glues them to the magnet and cuts the magnet sheet to make her own personalized magnets.

She started with Bulkhead. She would discretely place the magnets on the back of his legs as high up as she could reach. He’s a bit clueless, cant actually see them unless he deliberately looks for them and cant feel them. So he has like 15 magnets stuck to his legs but he doesn’t know at all.

Miko manages to stick about 3 on Bumblebee before he started getting suspicious.

She gave some to Raf and Jack and they joined in.

The kids ended up turning it onto a game. They tried to see who could get the most magnets on different bots. Ratchet being worth the most points.

All three kids got about two magnets each on Optimus which was really hard to do because they had to somewhat climb on him and hope he didn’t move. Optimus knew from the very beginning exactly what they were doing and when they were doing it to him, but he thought it was adorable so pretended to be oblivious and stand extra still whenever he felt one of them climbing up on his pedes. Plus, Optimus was worth a lot of points in the game so he didn’t to make one of them lose because he caught them in the act.

Miko made one with a giant cute Bumblebee on it and put it on, well, duh, Bumblebee’s leg. He was later seen with a face full of pride and the magnet on his chest plate. 

Miko and Raf spent the night at Jacks house and Miko brought all her magnet gear. They took a sick day and spent all their time making magnets. They went to the base that weekend with these big heavy backpacks that were obviously filled with magnets. Every member of team Prime that knew about the magnet stuff pretended to be very busy and distracted that day.

Miko made a giant magnet that had a blushing Shrek on it and stuck it to Ratchet’s foot. He hasn’t noticed yet and she got over 1000 points for it.

Raf was placed on Ratchets shoulder at one point or another, and this absolute mad lad manages to stick a bright pink one with a flower on it right on the side of Ratchet’s head where he cant see or feel it. But of course all the other bots could see it clear as day and never said anything. Raf got 5000 points for getting a girly magnet on Ratchet’s head.

Arcee was the hardest to sneak up on, absolutely nobody could get a magnet on her. She was worth 6000 points because of the difficulty. At first she didn’t want one.. but then Bulkhead, and Bumblebee were gushing about how cute and creative the magnets were and how much they loved them. Arcee got a bit jealous, now she wants a pretty Miko magnet too..

But she cant just like, ask for one. So one day she pretended to be exhausted all day and constantly distracted and working on stuff. But as soon as a magnet mysteriously appeared on her ankle she suddenly had all the energy in the world and had a particular prep in her step. She now pretends to be tired when ever she wants another magnet.

Jack somehow managed to sneak a laugh/crying emoji magnet on the back of Smokescreens head. He still hasn’t noticed this particular magnet and keeps wondering why everyone keeps laughing literally behind his back.

When Wheeljack was around, Miko tried to sneak a magnet on him while he was sitting down with Bulkhead. But there’s no sneaking up on Jackie, so he instantly noticed her and was like, “The frag you doin??” And Bulkhead just whispered, “Duuuude you’re not supposed to notice.” Wheeljack kept the magnet because it said “foxy grandpa” on it, he doesn’t know what it means but he thought it sounded funny.

When Ratchet finally noticed the like, almost 10 magnets on his legs he was annoyed at first......

..But they’re so cute, and Miko worked so hard on them and they have little faces on them.. And it just.. It makes Miko so darn happy and giggly when she sees he still hasn’t noticed them yet. So he pretends to be the most oblivious of them all, letting the kids stick tons of magnets to him.

He gets to about 40 magnets before Optimus kind’a nudges him and goes, “I can no longer tell if you are actually oblivious to all the magnets, my friend.” And Ratchet just goes, “Don’t tell the kids I know, I don’t want to spoil their fun.” Optimus just nods and says, “Of course, would you do the same for me? I do not wish to spoil their game, I am still worth very many points.”

It genuinely took Ratchet forever to notice the pink flower magnet though. He didn’t remember putting Raf on his shoulder that one time and never thought that Raf would actually do something like that. He eventually noticed it when he saw that whenever anyone looked at him their faces would just light up.

.......................He left that one there and pretended to not notice it because it made Optimus genuinely smile every, single, time, he looked at it.

One time Ratchet was called out to a mission with about 40 magnets stuck to his legs, he returned with only about 16 and had a crushed expression on his face. He was in a horrible mood after that mission, despite how well it went. Later the remaining 16 magnets disappeared too, Miko thought Ratchet had finally discovered them and just threw them out. She sheepishly went up to him and asked him if that was true.

Ratchet looked appalled and said, “Absolutely not! Why would I throw them out??” He brought his left arm down and flipped up his armored plating to reveal the 16 remaining magnets all neatly organized and stuck to the underside of the plate. “I didn’t want to lose any more of them, they wont get lost or damaged here.” Safe to say Miko didn’t think Ratchet cared and teared up a little.

At one point Miko made special jumbo magnets for each member of team prime. Optimus got a bright red one that was covered in blue glitter, it said “BOOS MAN” in big gold letters. She misspelled boss.. Arcee’s was baby blue with the word “QUEEN” poorly spelled in cursive with hot pink marker. Bumblebees was a bright yellow one with black stripes that had the word “STINGER” written on it, but you cant really tell because the words were also black. Ratchet had a white one that had an orange cross on it and had the words “Best Medic” written very carefully and neatly with black sharpie. Bulkhead’s was the biggest one, it was a bright green one that said “My Best Friend” on it. It had a tiny doodle of Miko and Bulk’s faces on it too.

Optimus smiled at his, said it was lovely and hid it some where to keep it safe, but occasionally he could be seen wearing it around the base. Same thing with Arcee, she said she loved it and wore it occasionally. Bumblebee wore his with pride on his chest plate around the base but took it off before he went on missions. Ratchet cried in private over his and hid it somewhere, occasionally on a good day the magnet could be spotted on his left chest plate. Bulkhead also cried a bit but not in private. He put it on his chest plate and said he’d treasure it forever.

Miko eventually ran out of magnets and money, so Agent Fowler came in clutch and got her like a 15 foot heavy duty magnet sheet and these mega big scissors so she could keep making them.

Ultra Magnus told Wheeljack to take the “foxy grandpa” magnet off his shoulder pad because it was “distracting”. Wheeljack looked at Ultra Magnus, then at Miko, then at Ultra Magnus. He said okay and took the magnet off his shoulder and slapped it right on his forehead.

Miko laughed so hard she nearly passed out. Ultra Magus said to take it off and Wheeljack was like “make me you coward”.

Wheeljack asked specifically for biggest, most ugly and obnoxious Magnet she had. Miko returned with a diner plate sized baked Berry Benson magnet that she didn’t have the chance to use. Wheeljack put it on his shoulder pad where it could best be seen and refused to take it off JUST to make the kids laugh and annoy Ultra Magnus.

I would keep going but honestly this post is getting too long and if I try to keep going my brain is going to melt from the cuteness.

♡(ಥ﹏ಥ)♡

#transformers prime #tfp headcannons

[literaila]

tricks and tips.

loki x gn!reader. title says it all. be warned. 

*

the first time you met loki,

he was sitting in a cage. it was cold where they were keeping him, somewhere far too excluded from everything else, someplace that you barely recognized yourself. it was cold, and it was dark everywhere except the glass composure he was trapped in.

this wasn’t really a prison, you knew. it couldn’t have been a prison for him when he was just sitting there, watching you, no movement, no sound.

but still, something about the cage made you want to crawl out of your skin.

or maybe it was him.

maybe it was his eyes, the cruel words he had spoken to everyone else. he wasn’t just a man, he would remind you, he was something other.

you’d first been called in to interrogate him (having a doctorate in psychology was very useful apparently) and try to determine what his next move was. 

though within five seconds of entering the room, you wondered why anyone would think there was any move he could make in the first place. he was completely enclosed, trapped in something that looked like it could hold even the scariest of monsters. 

and well, you werent quite sure if that was him. 

though, you couldnt deny the chill that ran down your spine as his eyes watched you as you walked closer and closer, not letting any fear you might have deter you from the job you were supposed to be doing. figure out what his next move was. simple. 

“hello,” you started, a professional smile on your face. you could’ve sworn he’d flinched. “i’m y/n.” 

the only thing you got in return was a roll of his eyes, clearly fed up with you, probably with the cage, and definitely with the wall he was leaning against. 

your neck ached in sympathy. 

“you must be loki, yes?” trying again, you drew a chair that was sitting next to the cage, probably leftover from the last person that had tried to talk to him, and leaned back, waiting for whatever answer he would give. 

turns out, that didnt take long. 

“prince” he, not quite hissed but announced. his face was not any more pleasant, and it was clear he wasnt joking. 

even still, you had to put in some effort not to giggle. it wasnt as if you’d ever gotten corrected by a ‘prince’ before. or that you’d even been in the vicinity of one. 

allowing only a small twitch at the corner of your lips, you nodded seriously, opening the notebook you’d been holding. “ah yes, prince loki. i’m sorry” 

“why are you here?” he asked, leaning his head against the wall again, and closing his eyes. “another person sent to discover all my secrets? figure out what to do with someone like me?” 

it was silent for a moment, the two of you were completely alone. it was still cold, it was still dark, but this close to the prince, you could observe the slow movements he was making. you could see his face clearly, the dread unhidden from his features. 

you supposed it must be draining, to have people asking you the same things, hoping to find out something new. 

you wonder how long he’d been left alone since he’d arrived in the small prison. how long he’d been watched. 

someone more cheerful, less conceded, might be a relief. 

“well yes, i guess so.” there was no point in lying, especially considering it didnt seem like he was going to cooperate anyway. “but i’m willing to bet that it wouldnt matter even if i tried,” 

he opened his eyes at that, something new on his face. something other than the distaste he already had for you. 

“its usually not safe to make bets with me, as i’m sure my brother already told you.” he spit out the word brother. it didnt surprise you, but you still scribbled something down in the notebook you were holding. you didnt fail to notice the change in topic. 

“i actually havent spoken to him yet, just the agent who called me in. i cant seem to remember their name...” 

loki stood up then, walking around the cage, stretching out. he looked different now, less angry, maybe a bit more tired than when you’d walked in. there was nothing else in the cage. no water, no food, no bed. it would be a struggle to stay sitting for long. 

“you dont work for shield?” the prince asked, now standing in front of you. 

“god, no.” you giggled at the thought, imaging yourself in the all-black uniforms you’d seen on almost every person that had welcomed you in. “i’m just here to... interrogate you.” you made an effort to keep the cheer in your voice, not wanting him to return to the other side of the cage and ignore you for the rest of the time you were locked in here with him. 

it wouldnt make for a very good report. 

“no i suppose not...” he drawled, smirking at you with crueler eyes than before. you recognized the insult but paid no mind to it. he was locked in a glass cage, multiple levels below the ground. he had a right to be a little bitter. “now about that bet,” 

huh. maybe a game would work then. you were almost sure that he’d been purposefully trying to move past that. 

“i think, knowing that you are the god of mischief, that even if i asked questions-- and you answered --that it wouldnt be too far-fetched to say that it would be all lies.” you watched his face change, the tiny twitch of his lips. “a safe bet, i’m assuming.” 

loki sat back down, this time in the middle of the floor with his long legs crossed over each other. he was looking at you completely now, blank face. it wasnt as scary now, and you werent sure if this was the right prison for someone as calm as he seemed. 

“i’ve been told its not good to assume,” he replied, looking down to his lap. 

you nodded along, silent then. 

it was another minute after, both of you thinking completely different things, before anyone spoke. you, of course, were trying to figure out your best course of action. what you could ask to get him to say something that you could report back to the people waiting for you, what he would need to hear to actually reveal something that wasnt already known. 

it was only when you looked up and saw loki scowling once again that you decided it was best to just keep the conversation going. 

“how long have you been here, then?” 

“here, physically? only around a day or two. i cant tell what time it is.” he looked around, nodding to the black walls, the light that was only coming from the floor beneath him. “on earth? ...well, far longer than i intended to be.”

“hmm” 

loki raised a brow. “hmm?” 

you looked down at your lap, undeterred by the demand in his voice. he didnt like to not know. 

“Its just that,” you looked back up at him, offering a smile and using your hands to gesture in the air. “based on what i’ve heard of you... on the news, it seems more like you came to ‘annihilate’ us all. and, well i just figured that would take a bit longer than a couple of days?” 

you kept eye-contact with him. he was far less intimidating when he was sitting like a child. far less intimidating when his eyes werent full of murder. 

he nodded, leaning his chin on his hand, staring. “that sounds like a question.” he muttered, uninterested. he looked a bit bored, mostly tired, but still. 

“oh right,” you leaned back, distancing yourself from him and returning your eyes to the notebook. “sorry”  

loki sighed, kept silent for a moment before he saw that you werent going to say anything else. he had to know. 

“if i tell you something, will you tell me what you’re writing in that thing?” 

your eyes perked up. that was a good offer. 

“i thought it wasnt smart to make deals with the ‘god of mischief’?” you emphasised the title with a wave of your hands, hoping to get him to smile. 

just something to report, you reminded yourself. just stay long enough to get him comfortable. 

“its not,” he smirked, watching you decide. this suddenly felt a bit too much like a dare. 

and, well, you werent something who backed away from a dare. 

“okay, deal.” 

loki didnt reply, only waved a hand as if to say get on with it before yawning. he was definitely paying attention, but his show of boredom was greatly appreciated even still. 

you werent used to being told what to do with gestures, but it was clear that loki was very used to telling other people what to do with just a gesture. it was the prince in him, you supposed. didnt mean you were going to listen. 

“why am i going first?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you now. 

loki laughed, full out. he gestured around him with wide eyes, energy sudenly coming back to him. he looked much more like a prince now, than he did before. “it would seem that i’m at a bit of a disadvantage.” 

you glared at him, unmoving. “how do i know you’ll tell me anything real?” 

lies, you thought. you were very familiar with them, familiar to listening to them and familiar to dealing with them. 

“you have my word,” he promised, sincerely with a hand over his heart. 

it was definitely too much. but still, you grabbed the notebook and flipped it around so that he could see. the look on his face might’ve been just enough to make this entire day worth it. 

it was just scribbles, after all. little doodles to help keep you focused. 

but of course, the god of mischief, prince of asgard, didnt know that. 

he only stared at you, an astounding look in his eyes. and you, only smirked. copying his gesture from earlier. 

get on with it. 

“fine,” he quipped. crossing his arms over his chest. copying you now. it only made you smile wider. “i wasnt born on asgard. i also murdered my biological father.” no remorse on his face with those words, just another yawn. 

well. that wasnt expected. 

“that wasnt the deal,” you said, instead of offering any sympathy you might have. pity you knew he wouldnt want. any disgust that came with the words. he didnt want emotions, and you still needed something to report. 

you suddenly felt angry with him, and you couldnt tell why. 

“darling, i said i would tell you something. not that i would tell you anything useful.” he laid down then, right in the middle of the floor. it was ridiculous. but then you could see him closing his eyes, putting his hand over his face to block out the light. “its not like you gave me anything useful either.” he teased the words out, yawning again. 

maybe you’d misread his mischief, his distaste. 

“when was the last time you got any sleep?” you asked, instead of acknowledging anything he said. 

his face snapped up at that, the pressure in the room rising to the highest level. it seemed that you’d struck a nerve. he had been there far too long. 

“another question,” he hissed, distaste back plain and clear in his eyes, tinting his mouth. he was mad now, angry. it probably wasnt at you, you thought. it was probably at the situation, at his brother, at himself. 

you might’ve known a bit more than you’d led on. 

“when i was a kid,” you started, pleasant smile back on your face. you were in the company of a prince after all. “my mom used to tell me to think ‘happy thoughts’ to fall asleep.” you saw him wince slightly, but you werent finished. “it helped lure me to sleep, and also keep away nightmares.” 

“why are you telling me this?” he demanded, quietly. whatever he didnt like about what you were saying, it was too late to take back. 

“just in case you needed some help. or a reminder to take a nap.” 

and then someone was calling your name, leading you out of the dark room. you looked back at loki once more, another smile. 

you were sure you’d be back soon. 

and loki, well he was watching you walk away. listening to the silence you’d left behind. 

compared to any other person that had attempted to talk to him, to get something out of him. you were the most entertaining. and also slightly annoying. 

but still, he couldnt get those words out of his head. and he couldnt get the weight off his eyes. 

five minutes later, your voice in his ear, he was sound asleep against the glass wall. 

#loki x reader #loki imagine #loki x you #loki #loki layfeyson imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel #the avengers #loki laufeyson #loki x reader fluff

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Max Dennison

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Max after he moved to Salem. The two of you were in the same History class and sat fairly close to each other. Because of this; and the fact that you’re drop dead gorgeous, he quickly developed a crush on you.

- It doesn’t take long for him to shoot his shot but there is a period in time where he’s waiting for the right moment to say something and just doing the typical “I have a crush on you” things.

- When Max has a crush, he’ll do whatever he can to see them more; making sure he’s behind them on his bike as they begin to walk home, sneaking glances at them in class, strategically sitting at a lunch table where he’ll be able to watch them or standing close to their locker.

- Once he’s had enough of just watching, he’ll move on to using any excuse he can to seem cool and/or talk to them. This is usually when he begins to come up with a plot to ask them out and it’s not long after that he actually does so.

- Max asks you out only about a week or so after he moves to Salem. He was just planning on giving you his phone number or asking if you’d like to hang out sometime but things didn’t really go as planned.

- He’d wanted to go out and explore the town by himself but his parents forced him to take Dani with him while they continued to unpack. So, he begrudgingly let his sister join him on his adventure, figuring that the worst that could happen was her slowing him down and slightly annoying him.

- They’d gotten a good ways into town without a hitch; besides Dani forcing him to pick flowers, and Max had just about let his guard down. Well, that was until he saw you.

- He immediately froze in place, greeting you in surprise as you just so happened to turn and spot them. Dani immediately connected the dots as to who you were, she’d heard her brother secretly fawn over you more than once.

- It was only after you glanced down at his hand that Max remembered he was holding his sisters wildflower bouquet. He laughed nervously, raising his hand a bit and trying to make himself seem less like a loser as he explained he was looking after his little sister …and her flowers.

- While Dani is undoubtedly an adorable sweetheart, she is also somewhat devious. She uses this delightful coincidence to get her way, mentioning that Max was “just about to take her to the park”. He was just about ready to kill her before you chimed in.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Bingo.

- He immediately acted as though that was the plan all along and invited you to join them while Dani smiled at her obvious success. A cute boy asking you to go to the park with him and his little sister, why wouldn't you agree?

- So you joined the two of them, laughing and watching on fondly as he played with Dani and getting to know each other more and more whenever she went off to do something on her own. You wound up staying there for hours and probably would have stayed even longer if Dani hadn’t mentioned that her feet hurt and that she was tired. 

- If Max had learned anything at all, he learned that you thought it was cute when he was nice to his sister, so he offered her a piggyback ride as the three of you walked home. When you arrived at your house, he set Dani down and walked you to your door. 

”Well, if you ever want to go to the park again, you know who to call.” He smiled, handing you his number before joining back with his sister. 

“Dani? Have I ever told you that I loved you?” The little girl couldn't help but smile at her goofy older brother. 

- The two of you had your first actual date a few days later. He took you to the movies, then to go get some ice cream, and finally you wound up back at the park you’d gone to, sitting on the swing and eating your dessert. 

- He told you that you had something on your face, smiling as he leant in and kissed the corner of your mouth before slowly making his way to your lips. 

- It was in that moment; with your lips pressed against his, that Max thought to himself maybe Salem wasn’t so bad after all. 

- Innocent pda all the time. He just can’t help himself when you’re standing right there and looking so adorable.

- Handholding whenever you can. You swear he’s gonna learn how to be ambidextrous with how much he wants to keep your hand in his.

- Soft, chaste kisses.

- Cheek kisses. He can never hold back a smile when you give him one.

- He likes keeping his arm around your waist while you walk together. He likes how perfectly you fit into his side.

- Tight hugs. He does that thing where you give the person a squeeze and sorta sway with them while you hug, it’s very nice.

- Hugs from behind. He always presses a kiss to your head before he pulls away.

- This boy literally daydreams about cuddling his crush; he’d adore cuddling you anytime, anyplace. He usually wants to be the big spoon but he’d be up for any type of snuggling.

- He leans his head on yours whenever you rest your head on his shoulder.

- Hanging out with him in his widows walk, stargazing or watching the sunset/sunrise.

- He really doesn’t care what the two of you do as long as you’re together.

- Typical teenager dates: going bowling or roller skating, watching movies, getting pizza or ice cream; things like that.

- He tries to make you laugh with little impressions and exaggerative comedic routines.

- Getting teased a lot. He’ll pop out from behind corners to spook you, jokingly mock you and your little superstitions, and attack you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and growling while nuzzling his face into your neck. He thinks your reactions are cute.

- Watching him play his drums. Sometimes he’ll try and teach you how to play, othertimes he’ll just try to show off.

- He really wants you to think he’s cool and to be in awe of him. He’s constantly trying to show off and peacock for your attention.

- He’s quite fond of nicknames and pet names. He uses special ones though, something uniquely you.

- He keeps your photo framed on his nightstand or tucked under his pillow. He kisses it like every morning and night, occasionally talking to it when you’re mad at him or when he doesnt know what to do in a situation. It’s cute ...in an odd way.

- He’s in awe of you everytime he sees you dressed up or after a long time of not seeing each other. Sometimes he just can’t believe how beautiful you are.

- The amount of doodles he’s made of you while in class couldn’t even fit in a normal sketchbook.

- Dani is always interrupting the two of you, busting into his room and jumping between you as you sit on his bed or forcing her way between you two on the couch. She winds up accompanying you on a few of your dates, especially when his parents are busy. He can’t say he’s completely upset about it though, he likes watching you interact with her.

- You and her are probably best friends and occasionally hang out on your own without Max. She’s definitely spilled some embarrasing facts/secrets about Max whether one front of him or not.

- He’s sort of embarrassed by his family and their shenanigans. He turns bright red whenever they start acting all excited/childish. You cant imagine his relief when you assure him that you think its cute.

- He has a little sister so even though he’s a fairly typical teenage boy; he has that “I actually respect females” mindset. To an extent of course, he still can’t help but think about your yabbos from time to time.

- There isn’t a lot that grosses him out anymore since he was already a little grown up by the time his parents had Dani. He had to go through all those yucky baby phases so he has no problem holding your hair as you puke, bandaging your cuts, dealing with periods, wiping dirt off of you, and so on. Life’s gross, he’s accepted that a long time ago.

- Standing up for him. He finds it both embarrassing and touching at the same time.

- Letting him rant to you about how much he misses LA. He always absentmindedly adds on that you’re the only good thing to come out of Salem and it never fails to make you melt.

- Comforting him. He has a tendency to blame himself when things go wrong or work himself into a fit when something bad happens. You try to make sure he doesn't while also making him feel better. He’s always there for you when you need it as well.

- He’s a sweetheart and an adorable one at that. He’s always trying to make you feel better whenever he can and; overall, just being super nice to you. Making sure you’re happy is very important to him.

- He’s got a hard time keeping his mouth shut; he just cant help but say what he wants and not inconspiciously or very quietly either. You’ll oftentimes have to get him out of a situation before he starts more trouble than there has to be.

- Bringing out the best in each other.

- He sends a glance your way whenever someone mentions lovers, couples, or otherwise romantic things. It’s sort of like he’s saying “yeah, I’ve got one of those” or making future plans for the two of you in his head.

- Riding your bikes together or walking alongside him while he purposefully keeps pace with you on his.

- Going on stupid little adventures. They may be a bit reckless but they sure are fun.

- He’s somewhat of a pushover. He can very rarely resist your pleading/puppy dog eyes, especially when its combined with affection. You could genuinely stop him in his tracks with a single touch.

- You’ve definitely convinced him to let you put a face mask on him, braid his hair or do his makeup. Dani may or may not have been present or at least walked in on the two of you. She has not let him live it down since.

- He’s not scared of the supernatural; at least not yet, or spiders/insects, so he leaps at the chance to “protect you”. He tells you to “fear not” as he “vanquishes the beast”, delicately pushing you behind him and killing the thing or calling out to whatever ghouls may be lurking around.

- He insists in walking you home, mainly because it gives him the chance to spend more time with you.

- A trait he’s developed as an older brother is being protective of his loved ones. He won’t let anything happen to you; if he can help it, and usually has a pretty good plan when trying to get you out of trouble.

- He’s not an extremely jealous person. People being outwardly flirty or interested in you would tick him off but he reasons that you want him, not them and then he’s fine. Old boyfriends don’t bother him either, he’s your new and improved boyfriend; what would you want with them.

- He lashes out when he’s upset so you’ve definitely had your fair share of fights though they never last for very long. He immediately feels bad when he notices he’s actually hurt you and does whatever he can to apologize.

- He starts off with a genuine apology before he trying to explain himself, making a few little comments to try and get you to smile afterwards. Once you seem to forgive him, he shyly opens his arms and smiles as you go to hug him.

- He tells you that he loves you a lot; he just can’t help it. Everything you do makes him want to shout it out to the world.

- Prior to meeting you, he didn’t want to go to Salem at all, but now that he has you? He can’t bring himself to even think about leaving it.

#hocus pocus imagine #hocus pocus headcanons #hocus pocus headcanon #Max Dennison imagine #Max Dennison headcanons #Max Dennison headcanon #90s movie imagines #90s movie headcanon #90s movie headcanons #90s movie imagine

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 28: Quickie with Freddy Krueger

So this one MIIIIGHT have gotten out of hand. Out of hand as in the max words I’ve written for kinktober is around 1k and this one is 2.3k. OOP well I think this one is super hot PLUS i added some other kinks so it’s EXTRA spicy hehehe this one will probably be the longest one besides the prompt for 31 so I hope y’all enjoy <3

Freddy Krueger x AFAB Reader

Extra Warnings: Public sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, Freddy being a BASTARD MAN

Finals week was fast approaching, and it was even more of a nightmare than the literal demon that was haunting your dreams. Well, he would be if you were actually getting any sleep. From your long nights writing papers and caffeine hindered power naps, you hardly got enough sleep to even see Freddy. But instead of sleeping in, you went to class for fear you would miss something from the lecture.

So there you were, dragging your feet as you hopped up the stairs of the campus building, coffee clutched tightly in your hand as you held the strap of your backpack with the other. If you could make it just through this class, you wouldn’t have another one until after lunch so you might be able to sneak in a nap after that. 

You weaved in and out of the students milling around in the halls and made a beeline for the lecture room. It was a simple Intro to Theater class, just something that would bump you up to a full time student while fulfilling your performance requirement. All it took was reading the textbook, reading whatever play she had assigned you to read, and you could sit back and parse out exactly which information the professor was going to put on the test and what she expected your essays to include. 

Flopping down in your usual seat in the middle of the lecture hall, an aisle seat, you groaned softly and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. One hour was all you had to sit through. You could do it. Flipping the desk up, you set your coffee down and fished through your backpack for your notebook and the playbook for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, setting it next to your coffee.

That coffee would be gone before the professor even started talking. As she droned on about the background of the play itself, you found yourself leaning forward in your seat, hand cupping your chin as you doodled in your notebook to keep yourself occupied. But all that did was lull you into the gentle sound of pen scratching on paper, the students around you scratching and tapping away at their own notes.

With a sharp inhale, you blinked and shook your head. No, you were so close. One more class and that was it. You had powered through way worse before. 

"Hey teach," a sudden, hoarse voice beside you called out over the room, "I don’t care who wrote the goddamn thing, explain why there's no Virginia Woolf in the fucking book if she’s in the title, huh?"

Your head snapped to your left, and the horror which chilled your veins. There sat Freddy Krueger, sitting in the chair beside you with his desk in the upright position, waving the thin book casually in his free hand. He grinned at you, the derision in his expression painfully clear. Seeing him here, sitting in this vast lecture hall surrounded by normal students that were all focused on their work and listening to the professor instead of addressing the literal burn ward victim in the dingy red and green sweater who was jeering at the professor. 

You shook your head harshly, trying to make him disappear and wake up again. But he was still there, still as smug as ever. 

"Freddy," you began calmly, hoping to simply placate him before things got any more sticky. "Please, not here. Just let me get through this class and I swear I'll nap in the backseat of my car-"

Freddy tutted, interrupting you. His gloved hand over where his heart would be if it wasn't black and decayed, he gasped in fake shock. "Are you saying you haven't missed me? Because I've sure missed you." Freddy's grin slowly dropped as he continued. "And I think as much of a cute little bookworm you are, making sure the man of your dreams is satisfied tops your fucking list of priorities above all else." With a flick of his wrist, he flung the book, spinning out of his hand like a Frisbee towards the front of the room, smacking a guy in the back of the head who didn't even flinch at this assault. "Ten points," Freddy hissed with a cheeky grin. 

"First of all, you're not my man," you whispered, afraid that somehow the words would leak out of your mouth in the waking world. From the look of annoyance on his face, you knew you already fucked up but you kept going anyways. "Second of all, we can do this later. That way you can have me for longer, okay?" 

Freddy suddenly lurched forward, his bladed hand pointing underneath your chin and making you raise your head up so he didn't skewer you. His free hand slithered over to your thigh, squeezing you through the sweatpants you decided to wear today because you were too exhausted to get any more dressed up.  

"I don't think you remember who owns you, Princess." The blunt statement made your stomach twist in the way only he could. "Perhaps since nothing is getting taught here anyways, I should take the time to re-educate you." 

His hand crept higher up your thigh, and you were letting him. You were capable of fighting him off more, you had done it before. But something about the hungry look in his eyes as his blade tapped your chin, the way his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh and your hips canted towards him involuntarily, you simply couldn't ignore the way he made you feel. He was your dirty little secret, and he was going to take back what was his.

And then with the blink of an eye he suddenly disappeared. You sat up slightly in your chair, trying your best to not frantically look for where he went. Was this part of the dream? Or were you really drifting in and out of sleep as the professor continued along with her lecture? You noticed how tightly your thighs pressed together, the familiar rush of arousal dampening your panties as your face heated up. God if anyone knew what you were thinking right now-

You were yanked out of your thoughts just as violently as you were pulled towards the floor, the shock barely giving you the chance to cry out. Freddy swiftly had your body pinned beneath him, his gloved hand holding your ankles up and together on his shoulder as he yanked your pants up around your knees so you couldn't squirm. How considerate that he at least didn't shred your pants in the middle of a nap during class. 

"My my, what do we have here?" Your body jolted as Freddy's fingers brushed over your soaked panties, your hands flying to your mouth to hold back whimpers. He snickered as he rubbed his fingers together in front of his face, your slick evident even just from what had soaked through. "Seems like your pretty little cunt remembers me, but there's always room to learn new things." 

With a harsh pulling on your panties to the side to fully expose your lips to him, Freddy pushed himself roughly into you. Gasping, you slapped one of your hands down on the filthy carpet beneath you that desperately needed a once through from the custodial staff. But you didn't care, even as his condescending smirk widened when he took you in, you were enjoying the thrill of the situation far too much. His animalistic growls sent chills through you as he took and used you completely and utterly in public no less. Or as public as dreaming in class could be. The students around you simply kept looking forward, engrossed in the professor's droning voice. Not once did they look over and notice the dream demon that pounded you viciously into the floor. 

Then, nothing. You blinked again, back in your seat. It took everything in your power to not let out an audible whine. You were gushing at this point, and you hoped to god you could maybe tie your hoodie around your waist and maybe make it out of here without a very noticeable wet spot on your pants. 

Then, on the floor again. You gasped as Freddy switched the angle on you, pressing you on your hands and knees in front of him. Using the floor to muffle your whines, you let him push you face first into the floor, the audible sound of your arousal ringing in your ears. He filled you up completely, your walls fluttering around his length. He cackled darkly under his breath as he thrust again, only this time as he did he dipped his body over yours and whispered in your ear, "Something tells you you really needed this, didn’t you, Princess?" When you refused to answer, he laughed. "What's wrong? Are you afraid to speak up? Don't want everyone to know how much of a little slut you are?" 

When your only answer was to press your lips into a thin line, he simply smiled. "No matter. You'll be singing by the time I'm done with you." 

You weren't sure how long you were stuck in this limbo, but it felt like being dragged underwater only to be pulled up for a quick breath before being shoved back down again. One moment you were awake, your thighs trembling, the next moment Freddy had you in another position. He didn't even seem angry at the constant interruptions. It was like a challenge for him to find a new way to overwhelm your senses when you dipped into his realm again. The vertigo you began to feel was nauseating from the constant switch of the hard floor and your comfy chair. All you felt was him, and you clutched him desperately when he wasn't holding your wrists down as he rut into you. You were constantly being brought to the brink of your release only to be ripped back when you woke up. 

Your fingers clutched into his sweater, face buried in the crook of his neck. He knew you were close from the way you clenched around him, and the way you clung to him was proof of that. You were right where he wanted you, and he ran his fingers through your hair sweetly before wrapping them around your curls and wrenching your head back to expose your neck to him. With a low rumble of his voice, the fake saccharine tenor more than noticeable as he cooed, "You're right there, aren't you Princess?" He watched your bottom lip tremble for a moment. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."

You couldn't take it anymore. "Please Freddy," you softly gasped as you watched his expression for any signs of mercy. He didn't respond for a moment, as if this was a really hard choice for him. Other voices nagged at the back of your mind, but you ignored them. "Freddy don't stop, please!" 

But he did. And when he did, a slow, cruel smile pulled up his lips. Another voice again. You were about to beg Freddy again, but he simply ignored you, and instead hissed through his yellowed teeth, "If you wanted to come then you shouldn't have been a little brat and kept me waiting so goddamn long for you."

"Y/N!"

You blinked, and you were back again. Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to get your bearings and figure out what was going on. With horror, you heard the professor call you again, the seating chart clutched in her grip. Seriously, what kind of bullshit was a seating chart in a level 100 intro course in a lecture hall? 

"Since you seem to be rather eager to mumble in my class, perhaps you can speak up and explain to us the meaning of the title?" She smirked. "If you've been paying attention to your readings, of course." Bitch. 

With a deep breath, desperately trying to ignore the faces that were on you, some merely curious at this new turn in the lecture and others snickering openly as they watched you, you began, "Well, even though Albee never explicitly stated it in the play, you're meant to understand that he is trying to make a parallel between Virginia Woolf and her work as an author where she focused on revealing the emotional truths of the characters in her stories." You paused, watching as the professor's face fell. Sitting up in your chair, chin high, you continued, "Furthermore, this altered version of "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf" is then meant to translate to something like "Who is Afraid of Their Inner Truths to be Revealed?" And considering the fact that both couples from the play are painting this false facade of a proper, public image, in reality their lives are in shambles and they're terrified of it being revealed to the rest of the world." 

This time the amused laughter was in your favor, low mumbling rising through the hall until the professor cleared her throat. "Yes, exactly right." You could still see the sour look on her face from here, but you dodged the bullet for now. Inside, you stewed over the fact that you had prided yourself in doing efficient work and staying under the radar in class to prevent being perceived as a know-it-all. Well, you just answered a question when you were in the middle of getting railed in your dreams, so you did better than expected. 

Speaking of the devil, a familiar set of arms wrapped around your chest from behind, Freddy's hot breath tickling your ear as he chuckled. "Good girl," he praised, causing you to suddenly become aware of the state of your panties again. "There's nothing hotter than a smart chick." You scowled as he leaned forward and fully extended his tongue, licking up your cheek as you tried to shake him off. 

With that he was gone, leaving you to be a very horny know-it-all in relative peace.

#freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #slasher x reader #a nightmare on elm street

[mindthedocent]

what do you think Ryan and Min’s morning routines are like? like how early they get up, how long it takes them to get out of bed, etc? and is it different when they’re living apart vs together?

(casually finding out i have a Lot of feelings about this one)

pre-train: i think esp in high school, they both had a lot of trouble keeping to a good schedule. getting into puberty, your circadian rhythm shifts. you stay up later, you sleep longer. so thats the first thing.

ryan probably just rolled with it. cant sleep, lay awake dreaming about the future. wake up with ten minutes to spare and throw on whatever, wipe the drool off his face, and run his fingers real quick through his hair. he's always so effortless.

min-gi stressed out every night he couldn't fall asleep fast enough, anxiously laying there as the minutes ticked away. 7 1/2 hours til i have to wake up. 6h45 til i have to wake up. i have FIVE FUCKING HOURS. basically spent his high school career sleeping in bits and starts and crashing every weekend. even on two hours of sleep he made the valiant effort of getting up and brushing his teeth, styling his hair, choosing his outfit, making himself a lunch. he was a well-hidden mess in high school. he had to be. he had to prove that he could be a successful adult.

ryan frequently slept over on weekends and they'd stay up all night and wake up in time for dinner, and then min would freak out sunday night about not getting any work done, and they'd spend that night on homework (min more than ryan), and inexplicably ryan would be in the backseat monday morning while min's mom drove them both to school.

post-train: The Trauma

ryan's sleep schedule changes drastically. what with the being on the road on tour, not knowing where/when his next show is, where he's going to sleep, he got used to sleeping rough. and light. he's had multiple instances of a cop knocking on the van window in the wee AM hours. and it was the same on the train. he never knew what would interrupt his sleep next. it made him restless and flighty.

he goes to sleep late. he wakes up early. he tosses and turns and startles awake multiple times a night.

min-gi relieves himself of expectations. after being on the train, never really getting a good night's sleep, and spending all of high school sleep-deprived, his body says FORGET IT! he gets off the train and sleeps a full 22 hours. ryan counted. he thought his best friend was dying.

and min lets it be. he decides to listen to his body and give it the rest it needs. he has a whole care routine that he goes through when he starts feeling tired, and he wakes up when his body says to. he lays in bed for a good half hour before starting his day. he's the most well-rested he's ever been in his life.

when they live together, ryan always falls asleep last and wakes up first. he gets better rest when he's with min, but i don't think he ever gets back to a truly "healthy" amount of sleep. when he wakes up he sits up in bed and writes down everything he can remember of his dreams, any lyric ideas, probably doodles, and then just lets himself drift in and out of sleep until he decides he cant stand it anymore and gets up for real.

when he can, he spends the day in pajamas, and sometimes convinces min to as well.

min is still pretty much the same in terms of waking-up routine as he was in high school, but without the stress of I'M NOT SLEEPING ENOUGH AND I'M RUSHING TO GET READY!!! his mornings are relaxed and easy, and he still does the whole thing, with the addition of laying in bed for half an hour just to enjoy it and wake up slowly. then he gets up, brushes his teeth, styles his hair, gets dressed, and then cooks breakfast (if ryan hasnt already). or ryan convinces him into going out for breakfast/brunch (since sometimes min wakes up late enough that breakfast is dumb).

#i had so many feelings about this????? #peach-p0t #infinity train #rymin #asks

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Day 22

Prompt: When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Word Count: 1,388

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CW: kidnapping, food, allusions to police, minor injuries.

Virgil closed his eyes tighter, still seeing nothing but black. “Come on, come on! Come on, dear, you can do this!”

Patton sat next to him as he opened his eyes with a sigh. “Nothing?” Patton handed him a bagel from the box nearby.

Virgil shook his head. “I’m not sure where he is and I have no way of tracking him right now. He doesn’t have his phone on him, he can’t see anything. I don’t know if he has a blindfold on, a bag over his head, or if he’s just in a dark room.” Virgil stared down at his bagel. “I don’t know what to do, Pat. I'm scared. For both me and Logan.”

Patton rubbed his back soothingly. “Hey, maybe you can send a message to him! Let him know that you’re thinking about him and are trying to save him!”

Virgil nodded, putting his bagel down in favor of grabbing a pencil and paper to write carefully, “I’m looking for you as hard as I can. I need your help. Is there any way you can get your eyes open, even just for a second? I love you and am thinking of you. I won’t rest until you’re by my side.”

Patton read it over his shoulder and cooed. “Aww, that’s so sweet!”

Virgil stared intently at the page, trying to let Logan get a good look at it. When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, he closed them. Logan’s eyelashes were fluttering in a desperate attempt to open. “That’s it, come on.” Virgil said soothingly, willing the words or at least the sentiment to go across to his soulmate, the love of his life, his husband who got kidnapped just because Virgil published a book someone disliked a bit too hard.

Logan was able to force his eyelashes open and Virgil smacked the table next to him for a sketchpad and anything to draw with. Virgil sketched whatever Logan saw, not completely processing it. Patton made some noises but Virgil ignored him for now, focused on what Logan was sending him. His pencil flew across the page, trying to render as much as Logan was seeing.

Someone appeared in Logan’s line of sight, wielding what looked like a knife and moving their mouth as if they were shouting, and Logan’s eyes snapped closed. Virgil opened his own eyes to find Patton fluttering around the room. Virgil sighed. “How did you ever become a PI?”

Patton paused, standing as if he were a paused screen. He straightened, putting his hands behind his back as if to prove that he was a professional. “Easily. People trust me and I’m good at my job.”

“When you’re not freaking out like that.” Virgil muttered good-naturedly under his breath. He turned his attention to the drawing in front of him. The landscape was a nondescript room, no identifiable features. The only things of note were that Virgil could not see Logan’s hands in this picture so he had to assume they were tied behind his back and the man in the corner of the picture, the one with the knife.

Patton settled down and looked over Virgil’s shoulder. “Have you seen that man before?”

Virgil frowned. “I don’t think so. Do you think you could convince your husband to run it through his database? I can try to blow up the face first.”

Patton nodded. “I can ask Roman to but it would be helpful to have a larger picture of it.”

Virgil nodded, flipping to a clean page and scribbling some messages to Logan first. Most of the messages were telling him he loved him, that Logan did a good job and gave Virgil what he needed, and other little notes like that. He also doodled some hearts and things he knew Logan would love like unicorns standing on the molecular model of water.

Then, he carefully tore out the picture he’d made earlier and set it to the side while he flipped to a new clean page and got to work. He put some headphones on and played some music to distract himself from thoughts of Logan getting tortured. Just to reassure himself, he’d take breaks and close his eyes to check in on his husband. Always, Logan’s eyes were closed.

An hour and a half later, Virgil finished with the drawing. He closed his eyes one more time to check in on Logan and found his eyes open. He seemed to be on his back based on his view of the ceiling and Virgil immediately made a mental note to check for broken wrists. Logan didn’t seem to be in much discomfort but Virgil knew he was good at hiding it from him.

Virgil opened his eyes and passed the drawing off to Patton. “Can we put this in some sort of express way? Even if that means I have to pay for it out of pocket, I don’t care.”

Patton nodded, picking up his phone to call his husband. Virgil closed his eyes again but was met with black, meaning that Logan also had his eyes closed. Virgil pulled the sketchpad closer and picked up where he left off, doodling meaningless drawings. He found an empty space off to the side and wrote, “I got a drawing of the man. We’re gonna run it through a database and see if we can figure out who it is. I don’t want to get your hopes up but I’m coming to you as fast as I can. You’re being so brave, just hold on a little longer, darling. When I get you home, I’m gonna hold you so close you’re gonna be sick of me. I love you so much, starshine.”

Virgil couldn’t sleep that night knowing Logan was out there, maybe being tortured. He kept closing his eyes only to see black. He could faintly see Logan’s eyelids fluttering so knew he was alive at least, probably with a blindfold on. So, he got up and put on a documentary with subtitles, hoping to let Logan watch along with him.

He wasn’t aware it was morning until he got a call from Patton saying that he’d teamed up with another PI and they’d found where the man, Alden Blue, was located. Virgil hurried to get dressed and out the door, more than ready to have his husband within sight again. He met up with Patton and they drove there with Remus, Roman’s PI brother.

Virgil was told he had to stay in the car but he insisted on coming in with them. So, he was given a vest and put in the back of the group. They’d brought in a small team to help and soon had Blue in custody. Virgil ignored the man, who was now sitting against the wall with handcuffs and a bloody lip, and kept going through the rooms.

Soon, he came to a room that looked exactly like the drawing. He found Logan in the corner, on his back with his hands cuffed beneath him, a blindfold covering his eyes. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him mostly unharmed. He walked over and saw Logan’s head turn at the noise, shrinking back slightly.

Virgil’s heart broke at the way Logan was trying to curl up as small as he could. He carefully knelt next to him, murmuring, “Let me see you, darling.”

The blindfold slipped off and Logan’s frame shook as he dove into Virgil’s arms, confident in his ability to catch him. Virgil did, carefully picking him up and bringing his husband out of the room. He got both the key to the car and the handcuffs key  from Patton and made his way out to the car. He gently uncuffed him and brought his wrist forward. Kissing the pulse point, he set about working feeling back into them and checking for injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He kept his voice quiet.

Logan shook his head, unable to take his eyes off him. “I have a few bruised ribs but other than that I’m unharmed.”

Virgil nodded, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Logan turned his head so Virgil's lips landed on his own last second. The kiss stayed soft and gentle, the couple’s eyes slipping shut as they shared the tender moment.

#tsshipmonth2020 #soulmate au #analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #you guys asked for this by picking Logan #ace writes

[sablesides-ask-blog]

may i request logince fluff of any kind?

So I may have made a new Au- oops

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Roman was a smart kid, of course he was, being the god of spring didnt automatically mean he was a bubbly-headed optimistic idiot.

Well- for the most part, granted, he still had some things to work out, but for the most part, he was actually very smart. He didnt need to use his cleverness very often, he was much more accustomed to relaxing by the river and running his hands over the grass to sprout flowers.

But one particular spring day, the flowers weren't growing quite like they were supposed to. No matter how many things Roman tried, the ground stayed barren, still green, but no sign of change.

This happened for days, and those days turned into weeks, at this rate Roman was worried he'd never see his beautiful spring again.

"Unfortunate, isnt it," a cold voice drifted in from across the river, Roman felt a chill rush down his spine.

"Wh-who are you," Roman stood with his chest puffed out, trying his best to look like he wasnt shaking.

"Logan, god of winter," said the voice. A man stepped out from the trees, the closer he got to the river, the more frozen it became.

"Stop! What are you doing!" Roman held his hands out, pushing Logan away from his fields and flowers.

"Alright, I can see I've distressed you, I've meant no harm, but the humans, they havent had crops on this side for centuries, and yours have had plenty," Logan said, dark blue eyes swimming with endless unanswered equations.

"What do I have to do with it?" Roman asked, fumbling with the hem of his dress.

"As the god of spring, you have the power to regrow their crops, but you cannot do so while I am on this side, I wanted to propose a change of places, a few months of the year," Logan said. Roman stood there for a moment, thinking.

"How many?" He finally inquired.

"I say, we switch for three at a time," Logan said. Roman counted this on his fingers, but only managed to reach six.

"What about the other three?" Roman said as he looked up.

"I may have said the crops will not grow or die if we are together, but it is necessary that a time pass for their use or storage, during the seasons of fall and summer, we will retreat together, in summer they will harvest, and in fall they will store the excess crops before the winter," Logan said plainly.

"And you're sure this will work?" Roman replied.

"Entirely certain," Logan responded.

And so that was what they did. Originally the fall and summer still felt lonely, they hardly talked about much else besides their humans.

But after a few changes in the seasons, Roman had begun to feel unwell.

The humans on what had been his side of the earth had turned against him, believing he had abandoned them, neglecting them due to their no longer constant crops. Roman could barely make the trip back from what he and Logan considered home.

"Roman my love there has to be some way to fix this," Logan brushed his fingers across Roman's frail figure, stretched across the ground like a wounded animal.

"They dont believe in me anymore, they think I've abandoned them," Roman said. Logan lifted Roman's head into his lap, running his fingers through the smaller boy's crimson hair.

"Perhaps leaving the humans to their own devices in fall and summer was not the best idea after all," Logan said.

So there in the cave, the hatched a plan, a plan for four new deities of the seasons.

Roman retrieved his brother Remus from his banishment, and appointed him as the new leader of spring, and created a god by the name of Patton manage the human world during summer.

Logan created Virgil to take over the job of winter, and Janus to take over fall.

The two of them gave instructions to the new deities, but now that their old jobs had been abandoned, they pondered where to go next.

For days they merely stayed in their retreat, reading to each other by the fire place, talking and laughing and kissing each other whenever they got the chance.

Until one day they woke up feeling different. Not the different Roman had felt when the humans had abandoned him, but good different.

"Roman, I believe we've been reassigned," Logan said. Roman looked up at the man he'd come to know as his lover, only to be struck by a jarring change. His once brown locks were now a striking shade of blue and black, and he was dressed in silvers along with his usual blues and blacks.

Roman looked into his own mirror, his striking green eyes were still the same, but his hair had gained a light blonde tinge at the top, and his skin seemed to almost glow in the light.

"What does this mean?" Roman said, rushing over to his husband. Logan wrapped an arm around Roman's waist, running his fingers through Roman's soft hair.

"You cannot have seasons without sun and moon," Logan said simply.

"But will I ever see you again? I dont want all this change if I cant see you," Roman said, tears were flooding his eyes, there was a loud crack from outside.

"My darling please dont cry, you'll ruin your shine," Logan said, using his thumb to wipe away the tears on Roman's face.

"We have not become the sun and moon, just as we were not once spring and winter, we merely represent them," Logan said, sitting down on the nearby hammock, pulling Roman into his lap.

"Thank goodness, I dont know what I'd do if I never saw you again," Roman said, pressing his forehead to Logan's.

"I dont know what I'd do without you either, my darling sun," Logan said, placing a kiss on Roman's jaw.

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[baby-n-boo]

Embrace Chapter 1

Roman was having a crisis, and he was trying his absolute best to make sure everybody knew about it. And that world-ending, catastrophic, scream-it-from-the-rooftops-crisis? He was bored. Clearly the most tragic thing that could ever have befallen anybody, ever, most of all the creative side. He had only recently been in the imagination, the twins' usual fix for the bone grindingly painful boredom. But, unfortunately, that meant he couldn't go back yet, needing to take time in the real world to detox from the hazy, sort of floaty feeling he always got from indulging in his own specific daydreams. Much to the detriment of the other three sides, trying to do their own thing in the common area, it meant a lot of listening to him mope about dramatically, and, in Virgil's case, occasionally dodging a sharp blade with practiced skill, as Roman swung it about listlessly. It wasn't exactly new, for the prince to have lulls in his activity availability, but usually his brother would be around to keep him entertained for the half an hour he usually had to wait. However, today, Remus was mysteriously absent, Jan having said he was taking a personal day, everyone being too scared to pry into what that exactly meant for the least predictable of the group. So, instead, Roman's fellow core sides were charged with keeping his blessing of a presence from tearing out his own hair. Pat was trying to uphold a conversation to distract him, having spread out some paper across the coffee table to doodle on, since three of the four had some sort of restless energy to expel in some way or another. But, when he was interrupted by Roman's bored groan for the fourth time, he stopped trying so hard, just picking up a brown crayon to scribble a small blob in his quadrant of the paper. It was meant to be a puppy, but, no matter how much effort he put into the patches and wagging tail, it wasn't working out too well. Virgil, on the other side of the table, was staring up at Roman's restless pacing with an irritated face, the movement making his head start to hurt, and the heavy footsteps peaking his anxiety every time they drew near again. The purple sharpie in his hand was coming dangerously close to breaking, as he squeezed it, eventually just carefully controlling his voice to speak before he burst. "What about Thomas?" He spoke quietly, as if he didn't even have faith in himself but still, it drew the other three's attentions. "He's probably having a writers block, he did say he was writing a script today..." He trailed off, three sets of eyes now staring directly at him, and pulled his sleeves down lower over his hands, burying them in his lap. With hunched shoulders, he continued. "I dunno, maybe you can go talk to him, see if you can help?" It was a half baked plan to get Roman to leave, and everyone could see through it, most of all Logan, who, silently pulling up the display of Thomas's needs that he had access to, shook his head curtly. "Negative. Currently, Thomas is engaging in a new series recently released by Netflix, and instant messaging one of his....numerous acquaintances." He cut in, bookmarking his page in the textbook he had been browsing, and sitting up from his arm chair, accompanied by Virgil's frustrated muttering. "Texting, you absolute nerd, its called texting." Virge rubbed his temples, and went back to scribbling his strange sort of creature at this, quite content to once again exclude himself from the conversation now that Logan had weighed in. "I dare say your presence would indeed be welcomed, Roman, however you are not required at this present moment for a practical purpose." Logan continued, gesturing towards the ceiling to indicate Thomas's apartment, out in the real world, trying to dissuade the princely side from interrupting any peaceful times their host may be enjoying. But Ro just nodded, his eyes lighting up at the thought of talking to Thomas's friends, as he sheathed his sword, sending it back to his room in the process, and prepared to rise up. Patton quickly scrambled up from his crosslegged position on the floor to wrap Roman in a big bear hug before he could leave, his head barely reaching the prince's shoulder, making the both of them smile a little "Have fun out there, kiddo! Tell Thomas i love him!" He wished his friend well, giggling as Roman ruffled his hair. "I'm sure he already knows, sweet Pop-corn." Roman laughed, full bodied now that he had something to do, absently straightening Patton's shirt collar, before patting his back. "But i cant do anything of the sort if I'm stuck here." He joked, not maliciously, just familiarly, the situation being identical to a million other times. Logan watched the casual shows of touch with a carefully curated sort of detached curiosity, interested as to how the two of them could be so comfortable, his eyes softly drifting towards Virgil as he remembered he was also frequently involved in the hugs, trying not to feel jealous or angry, though a small fluttering in his stomach told him that he was definitely feeling something. Something he couldn't share. Patton reluctantly stepped away as he felt the strange not-quite-there sensation start to take over Roman's figure, waving goodbye happily. The smile he wore for almost anything not dropping as they all watched Roman shimmer and fade, in the dramatic way he liked to rise up, leaving a quiet sort of void left over in the room, that nobody seemed particularly keen to fill. But fill it, someone had to. And that someone ended up being Logan, clutching the engineering textbook to his chest like a precious relic, as he stood. "Farewell, to the both of you." He addressed Patton and Virgil formally, the feeling starting to spread upwards, making him limbs shake almost invisibly. "Should you care to reach me, i will be performing experimentations, within my private room." He managed, before it got to his throat, choking up his vocabulary. Trying to head up the stairs, he felt almost like that fawn from Roman's films, skidding with almost every carefully placed footfall, especially as the thick shag carpet seemed to pull at his soles, dragging them down and making him stumble in a rather undignified manner over the top step, peculiarly not glad he was out of view of Patton. He knew the naturally paternal figure would insist on fussing over him, showering little kisses over every injury, real or imagined, and smiling. By all rights, it should have been a relief he had avoided such a mortifying fate, it certainly was any other time. But on this occasion, all Logan could feel was a disappointed nauseous prickling deep in his stomach that his fall hadnt at least prompted a called ascertaining of his wellbeing. He could hear the small giggles as Patton's pen clearly skidded out of control again, or Virgil made a witty quip, so he knew they hadnt suddenly made the decision to move, but Logan couldn't think clearly by this point. The cold, but yet fuzzy, feeling had now spread up further, gripping his heart tight, making every thought he focussed on for longer than a few seconds seem to be tinted with a strange filter, highlighting blocks of primary color and erasing any finer, more complex lines of enquiry. Especially as he stood again, dusting himself off with one hand, before even noticing the other had crept to his mouth, the thumb lodged firmly between his lips, and he was absently pulling it in and out. Shaking his head, with how absurd the gesture was, Logan removed the intruder, ignoring how his mind instantly protested, and staggered on down the hall, toward the practical white painted door at the opposite end, the only of its kind, that hid his bedroom. But, once again, the strange colorful filter drew his eyes instead to Patton's door, covered as it was in cut outs of hearts, flowers and puppies. They surrounded a heartfelt, handmade plaque bearing his name, a gift from Roman only a few months previously, and made Logan aware of the bitter taste in the back of his throat that had come up since seeing the casual shows of affection the others shared. Scoffing, to hide the way his mouth pulled down into more of a pout than a frown, he turned away, his hand sliding down the glossy paper lightly, and finally, finally, stumbled through his own door, slamming it behind himself. It was only then that he realized his hands were empty. Trying to force his mind into some semblance of usefulness, he realized he must have dropped the precious textbook when he fell, feeling strangely like he should go apologise to it. Sighing at the absurd thoughts sprinting through his mind, Logan sunk down to sit upon the edge of his bed, head in his hands, before instead tilting to lay on his back, his head upon the pillow, sure rest would do him good, in setting everything back to rights. But, try as he might, he couldn't sleep, turning over until his sheets were a rumpled mess, and he was no better off. Peering at the clock, an hour had passed, with nothing to show for it, so, sighing, Logan gave in to the strange feeling that had been prodding at his mind for the past few minutes, feeling as it infiltrated every part of his brain, relaxing and simplifying as it went, uncovering exactly what it was he needed, though he was still reluctant to do it. Lying on his side, curled into a ball, which was very out of character, should anyone have found him, Logan sniffled quietly, his nose starting to run as tears pricked at his eyes. Despite having wrapped himself in some blankets, and a kidney cushion to emulate someone holding him ay some point in his efforts, he still felt lonely as before, one hand threaded into his hair, pulling gently on it as every part of his body was finally over-taken by the hazy sort of jealous feeling. He couldn't remember the last time anybody had hugged him, certainly not with any sort of genuine affection, or as any more than a courtesy. Wrapping his own arms about his chest softly, he shifted to be sat up, the blankets falling away, and buried his face in his knees, to let the tears evoked by such thoughts fall. Usually, the whole idea of crying would be completely repulsive to him, the idea of showing emotion via fluid falling from your eyes? It seemed to pose no purpose, but, for some reason or another, it seemed to be the right thing to do in that moment. It was his own fault, really, all the sides thought he regarded affection as distasteful, something dirty to be cleaned up and hidden away as soon as possible. And, to start with, they would have been right to assume as such, he had no idea how it felt, how much it happened so suddenly and explosively that nobody could even have known ig would happen. But now....now it was different. And nobody had even bothered to ask him how he was feeling. Not once, in the three years Thomas had known them, or even the years before that. Not a single time. And here he was... crying over them, and just wishing he could go to Patton for a hug. It wasn't like he didn't know what the feeling was demanding, Remus had explained what really happens when he takes "some personal time", and Logan had worked hard until he understood, always eager to learn, but, after a while, his purely objective research started to impact him a little more than he thought, until he was just like Remus, a toddler in mind, though he still stayed adult externally, despite his best attempts. It seemed that the mindscape's energy wouldn't let them warp their physical appearance that drastically. And, this time, it seemed that the stress of the jealousy had pushed his mind to slip into that mindset, which, once again, was no surprise, he often involuntarily regressed due to all the stress the mindscape put on him. Trying to reach out, to find Jan somewhere in the mindscape, since he usually ended up looking after the two of them, Logan quietly whimpered to himself when he couldn't feel even a trace to latch onto, the loneliness crashing down upon his all over again, making him pull a pillow onto his lap to hold tight, since he didn't have any little gear. The others could never know, cause what would they think, if their fearless leader, knowledgeable and mature, was nothing better than a dumb toddler, that could barely even speak? He could answer that himself, they would most definitely shun him, until all he had left was words. So, it had to stay secret, no matter how much he wished he could be held by the paternal side like all the other sides. Trying again, he shot out a small tendril of energy, looking for Remus, since his precede was usually overwhelmingly powerful, no matter where he went. Still nothing met his call, an emptiness starting to fill his stomach, as more tears started to pour down his cheeks, dripping unceremoniously onto his shirt and tie, soaking them through. The formality of the clothes felt like they were suffocating him, but, in his current state, he couldn't pull himself to get changed, or even will new clothes to appear on him, so, wrestling with the tie, he tried to at least loosen it. Anything to stop the loud, choking sobs that were now making his entire body shake. Once again, it didn't work, and Logan found his limited energy stores entirely drained by the simple act, causing him to slowly tip back onto his side, still curled into the tense position he had been in. It wasn't that he had accepted that he needed age regression, and all the trimmings that came along with it....it was more that it had taken over him and forced him to seek the safest way of dealing with the situation until he could resolve it. And, this time, that had meant seeking help, from Janus of all sides, to make sure he didn't do anything....regrettable. After Remus, Jan had assured him, Logan had been a dream to babysit, but, in this moment, alone and very much deep in headspace, Logan couldn't help but imagine the worst. That Janus had realised looking after two littles was too much, that he hated Logan's regression so much that he felt he had to hide, that something absolutely horrible had happened to Remus and Jan was calling Lo selfish for needing a caregiver at this time. And that did nothing to help the panicked and heartbroken sobbing now soaking into the mountains of pillows and blankets the-previously logical-side had built around himself. Inwardly reprimanding himself for ever thinking he was deserving of Jan's care, Logan drifted into an exhausted sort of sleep, still sniffling back tears even as his mind succumbed to the slumber. His sleep was dreamless, every breath he took in feeling as if it filled his lungs with treacle, each exhale heavy, bearing the last of his adult concerns, as his brain regressed, back to where it was comfortable. Back to where it was safe. Shifting softly as a cools breeze blew around him, his thumb absently found its way back into his mouth, his lips instantly forming a seal so he could suck upon it babyishly, helping to soothe the ting unconscious whimper that escaped at the bizarre feeling of flying, even as he slumbered on, every part of his body rejoicing as they relaxed, the tension he didn't even know he was holding in them, finally releasing, leaving him floppy and helpless as a newborn, as the digital numbers upon his clock sped past. Waking up again slowly, a strange heavy feeling had settled over his form, making Logan's breath catch in his throat. A soft, blue blanket covered in duckies had materialized wrapped about him whilst he slept, keeping him tightly swaddled, like a real baby. But that wasn’t what had caused his sudden surprise. What really took him aback was that Remus was stretched out, mischievously, across his-rather messy- bed, giggling as he played with a few small cars, liking to run them up and over Logan's pillows. After a few loud crashes, paired with explosive sound effects, Lo's sleep fuzzy, still regressed mind caught up with his eyes. If a clearly toddler-Remus was on his bed, where was he? A question quickly answered as a soft voice broke through his reverie. "Awe, there you are, baby." It seemed full of care, not a single ounce of doubt or repulsion, and altogether calming. Janus. "Did you have a nice lil nap?" Lo didn’t have a response, turning his head to press into Jan's chest instead, so he didn’t have to answer, words just…not coming to his mind. The awkward moment wasn’t helped as a chuckle vibrated through Jan's chest, Lo looking up tearfully, in case he was being laughed at. "Hey, it's okay, lil star, you're just cuddly today. Aren't you? Huh?" He laughed again, softly tickling the still sleepy intellectual's tummy through the blanket, pulling out a small giggle, even as the tears built up in his eyes. "Awe, my smiley star." The comment was idle, the Big looking over to Remus in the moment, but it did help to fight some of the oncoming fragility Lo was feeling, so deep in headspace now. The toddler's little game now seemed to have a dinosaur that needed to roar to scare the people from the cars, and eat them, all at the top of his lungs, in graphic detail, which Janus was watching with fond affection, used to it, even managing to softly rock the infant at the same time. But not everyone was as used to it. Whining slightly at the noise, Logan tried his hardest to bury deeper into the blanket, sure it would muffle some of it, startling audibly as a warm, gloved hand came to rest over his exposed ear. It shocked him for a few seconds, but, upon realizing it did, indeed, protect against the screams Remus was gleefully performing, he melted into it gently, though his limbs not at all wanted to work with him, and closed his eyes, the little kids game making him feel icky, and, strangely, jealous. A few shuffles were the only indication he had that they were on the move, his eyes popping open fearfully again, only to see that Janus had moved nearer to the bed, now sat just on the edge, and was quietly scolding the little kid, who, at least, had the grace to look a little cowed as he shifted to go stand in the corner. His movements were reluctant, but rehearsed, as if it wasn’t the first time he had been sent to timeout for misbehaving. Lo watched him go guiltily, well aware it was his negative reaction to the volume that had punished the regressor he almost thought of as his brother, and started sniffling, wanting Ree to come back. Surprised by the whiney sniffles, Jan looked down at the bundle in his arms, and his eyes softened. "oh honey…" he whispered, manifesting one of Remus' un-used pacifiers to offer instead of getting the one he had in his back pocket, not wanting to jostle the regressor any more than necessary. "I know, it's icky to see him go… but I told him before we came, I said he had to be nice and quiet for you." Jan tried his best to explain, not used to talking to someone in such a small headspace, but it didn’t seem to make a difference, Logan tearfully taking to the paci as soon as it was close enough. It gently bobbed in his mouth, the rhythm helping to soothe the fear just long enough for Janus to adjust his grip and pull the regressed ruminator closer to his chest. Frankly, from an outside point of view, it was an adorable scene, Lo's eyelids starting to droop again as he listened to Jan's heartbeat, the fond smile on the snakes face as he watched the baby- his baby-start to drift, even the fidgeting three year old with his nose pressed into the corner. But soon enough, it had to end, Ree getting to come back out after a few minutes, quickly hugging his CG, and mumbling a 'sorry lo-lo' to the baby. They didn’t manage to get much further than that though, Ree having just picked his favorite green car back up from its crash site in the quilt when a knock sounded on the door. "Logie? All good in here? Just your silly ol' dad checking in on you!" Came a chirpy greeting from the other side, Patton having no idea what he was a few feet away from. Eyes popping wide open again, all thoughts of sleep forgotten, Logan panicked, thrashing against the juvenile blanket, to get down and stop the other side coming in, his mind racing. He couldn't- not now. Not when he was like this. He couldn’t find out. Nobody could know. Nononono, not now, not ever. But Janus just held him fast, all warmly swaddled, placing a hand on his paci to stop him spitting it out in his desperation. Terrified of Patton finding out, Logan's gaze shot to Jan's face, which was the picture of serene calm, trying to figure out what to do. A small gesture to Remus drew Lo's attention though, especially as the side, no questions asked, straightened up from his position and-in a perfect replica of the logical sides voice-called back. "Affirmative, Patton. Merely immersed in a particular experiment. I seem to be in perfect health, no reason for concern." Remus spoke perfectly, even daring to look proud of his achievement as Logan gazed in shock. "Alrighty then! Don’t work too hard, you hear me, kiddo?" Pat chuckled back, none the wiser as to how ironic his phrasing really was, before retreating footsteps could be heard. Shocked into silence, Logan looked back to his Big for an explanation, but only got a sly smirk. "Told you it was ok, little one." He smiled, gently bopping the regressor's nose. It made him sneeze gently, a tiny little noise that he would be ashamed to have made when bigger, but now, it just made him giggle, reaching for Jan's nose to return the favor, the worry forgotten as soon as he had been distracted.

[wh-yy-ou]

Familiar pt.1

(Please be aware this is my first time writing fan fiction so if it sucks I'm SoRrY)

Summary: You had snuck into the Civil War battle between the Avengers without the know of your father, Steve/Captian America. After Steve had introduced you to Tony, you and him got along really well since you had the same kind of humor and intelligence as him. That being said, Tony had made you your own suit so if you were ever in trouble, you could just blast the person to space, but that's only for PROTECTION, from an idiot. When you heard Steve and Tony were going to fight, you took Tony's side since you were scared for your father. When you asked to join Tony, to your surprise, he told you no and that you dont have enough experience, plus your father would kill him if he found out he willingly took you somewhere where you could get extremely hurt. Even though Tony had said no, you didnt let that stop you, so you got your suit and followed their plane.

Shit-

Cars were being thrown, same as people. You watched as you were in the disguise as black widow, your suit making you look like her. You couldn't do anything since anyone you fought would beat your ass in seconds and then find out that you were you and not black widow. You stood there, doing nothing until you got slammed into the ground, something, or someone, smashed into your back, sending you both flying to the ground. You groaned as you felt something heavy on top of you. You then heard a groan come from them to and turned your head to see a boy, dressed in a spider suit. He looked at you and then got extremely confused. He had just got thrown into someone BY black widow, so to see her right under causes him to look back and forth between you and the real black widow who was now fighting ant man. You saw as he was about to say something in the inner com and decided to twist you two so you were now on top of him. He looked at you surprised and you quickly took of his mask so he couldnt say anything into the intercom. You saw the cute boy look at you with fear and panick in his beautiful honey brown eyes. As you were in the trance of this cute boy he took the opportunity to shove you off him and shoot a web, webbing your arms to the ground. This shocked you which caused your suit to malfunction a bit, it's true metal form now showing and Peter couldnt believe what was happening. He went and grabbed his mask only to turn around and find you not webbed to the ground. He heard the clanks of your feet and quickly grabbed your fist that was about to punch his face, even though you didnt want to mess with that pretty sight. He turned your arm, hearing it crack as he then quickly let go, also hearing your scream of pain "H-Holy shit- are you ok!?Did I break something!? Should I swing you to the nearest hospital!?" The boy continued to stammer as you watched, holding your now broken arm. You laughed a little"Wow, for an enemy, your really considerate, to bad that doenst work in your favor" you said as he looked at you, now a little confused. You then blasted him with your other arm before quickly sprinting off. As Peter got smashed into the wall, he sat there, wondering who you were, what you were doing there, all the questions you could imagine. Once he was able to move without aching with pain, he grabbed his mask, putting it on and saying someone was here he didnt know, wearing a suit like iron mans and was pretending to be black widow. You heard both Tony and Steve groan in anger, asking where you were now and not to hurt you. Peter gulped as he said that he might've, accidentally, not on purpose, for self defense, broke your arm and then you ran off. The silence that came made Peter sweat. He might as well start on his will.

After the fight Tony found you sitting outside the airport, your cast on your arm. He sighed, swatting the back of your head and told you he was keeping your suit till you learned not to be an stupid teenager, even thoigh you were brilliant. You whined the whole flight back, begging and pleading for him not tell Steve it was you and to give your suit privileges back, even though Steve had already figured it out and wasnt even gonna let you near the room that contained your's and Tony's suits. Of course when Steve saw you, he hugged you, then flicked your forehead and told you how stupid that was and that you were grounded. He then said you were no longer going to be taught by Tony, but that you were gonna go to a public school. You griefed and begged him to let you have Tony as your one and only teacher since all public schools only contained information you already knew. He said that's what you get for doing something so idiotic and stupid, you then stormed back to your rom, tearing up, but accepting it.

You walked into your new school, your father still yelling for you to say "I love you too" but you just ignored him and the stares you were given. Your first day and your already the outcast. Fantastic. You went to the office and got your schedule, getting a dirty look from the lady behind the desk. You simply gave her a "fuck you to" smile and walked out, looking at your schedule for your classes. As you walked you heard a familiar voice from around the corner and raised an eyebrow. You went to peek but instead got a face full of Flash's chest instead. You stumbled back as you went to catch yourself but just ended up smashing your broken arm onto the ground. You bit your lip hard to contain the scream. Flash just looked at you with disgust and walked past you "out of the way, daddy's girl" he said, his friends snickering as they walked past you. Both Peter and Ned saw it all happen and Ned was concerned and helped you up while Peter looked at your arm, wondering what happened to it. Peter walked over to hear Ned continuously ask about your arm, saying different scenarios. You laughed a little and told him you had just been skateboarding and fell off while riding down a steep hill. Ned thought that was super cool and then noticed how you were wearing a graffic Star wars T-shirt under your hoodie and then starting asking if you liked Star wars. Peter also noticed, but not before noticing how.....beautiful and cute you are, with your soft silky (h/c) hair locks and pools of (e/c) eyes. You scoffed and raise an eyebrow with a smirk, looking at Ned, not noticing Peter. "Is Darth Vader luke Skywalker's father?" You asked as Ned eyes lit up and he smirked, looky g back at Peter. "Yo Pete! Come meet (y/n)! Their a Star Wars geek just like us!" He said but Peter was still in your trance as you were standing there in shock. The boy who had broken your arm was standing right infront of you, not in a spider suit, but in a cute outfit. Ned looked between you two, confused about what was happening. He then smirked and patted Peter's shoulder, taking him out of his trance. Peter blush as Ned shook his shoulder. "This is Peter, my buddy, he's a super nerd so dont mind if he starts bragging about his grades or how he's gonna ace a quiz". You giggled, which made Peter's heart done flip. You stuck your hand out and smiled "nice to meet you Peter, I'm (y/n). And dont worry, I'm a super nerd to, so expect to have your ass whooped and to no longer be the number one geek". Peter smirked and Ned laughed, already knowing you two were meant for each other, and Peter hoped you were. Peter shook your hand and then noticed your schedule. "Need help finding your classes? Me and Ned could show you around" Peter insisted and Ned nodded. You smiled and also nodded, following them as they showed you where your classes were. Soon enough the bell rang, meaning you were on your way to your first class with Ned and Peter since they had the same class. You sat infront of the two boys, pulling out your notebook as you doodled, waiting for your teacher. Meanwhile Peter was staring at you, chin in his hand and mind day dreaming of how soft your hand was, how your hair would feel being ran through his fingers, how your lips would feel-"Dude,stare any longer and you might burn holes in the back of her head" Ned said, snapping Peter back. Peter blushed and covered his face in his arms, telling him to shut up. But he was right, and you knew it since you could hear them. You giggled but they didnt hear. Peter was falling for you, and hard.

Note:HIIIIIIII, I hoped you enjoyed part one of familiar, sorry if it's to hurt or to long or if it just sucks in general, lol, I hope you enjoyed and cant want to get the next part out!

#peter parker ? reader #peter parker × reader #peter parker

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper wars

Chapter six

Warning: mention of suggestive stuff and scars.

Jerico sighed with a heavy chest, he had just got informed of their Next battle against grey manns army.

The attack would be in a week,and they would have to be prepared by then.

It was a monday morning when the news hit him like a truck, he sat on the edge of the bed,his thoughts running wild while he picked on the crook of his arms skin.

Before he could hurt himself, illa,his white cat, snuck under his hand that was picking on his skin,and got free scratches,until he finally came to his senses.

He took a deep breath,and hold his dogtags hard.

His cats tilted their heads,and though no expression could be seen,they were worried.

Maybe a cold shower would help.

So little by little,his cats grabbed his clothes, chosing something hed be comfortable.

A black turtleneck and a dark Olive green jumper, his black fingerless gloves, some black leather pants and his boots.

Jerico smiled, and grabbed his clothes,plus some towels.

Though seemed weird to his co-workers when they saw both cats rest curled up in one of the benches in the shower room.

Warm water ran on his body,softly combing the shampoo into his hair,to then wash it.

After the shower,he put his boxers and pants on.

Scout elbowed engie softly, Also catching the attention of medic spy and sniper, most of the team also needed a bath , to try and clear their minds from the news they had been given.

They noticed down his back, a stripe tad bit Darker than jericos skin tone,going all the way down to his Lower back,right were the two shoulderblades were, a huge sunflower like Mark was dividing said stripe.

Some scars on his back, and the tattoos that ran down his arms and the one that also ran down his left arm and left pectoral.

--Sick tattoos jerico, how come we havent seen them?--scout asked, trying to get a better view of the tattoos,coming closer to blacksmith.

Jeri just shrugged--I use foundation to cover them--he sounded a bit ashamed--they have some meanings I dont think im ready to talk about just yet

Jeremy quickly backed off from asking questions and nodded--Well if it make you feel any better, I think they are pretty cool--the bostonian boy pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and decided that his Next action would be to bolt out of there.

Jer could only chuckle under his breath as he finished changing.

Though as soon as he put on his black turtleneck,the men present, aside from pyro and heavy,wich couldnt give less of a fuck, had their eyes make a quick trip down jericos back.

--Damn boyo!--demos accent barked loudly as a joke as he wrapped an arm around jericos neck--Youve been workin out eh?

Jeri could only laugh and shrugged--Keeping the shape you know?

After the shower he took the day off, he sat on the Lounges room sofá,minding his bussines, scribbling out some doodles of whatever his mind would come up with.

--oi--he knew that voice very well.

Sniper sat besides jeri, awkwardly signaling Him to come closer,wich jer obliged and did.

What comes Next surprised him, the aussie had wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightl,his face sinking on his chest.

--Mick...is everything okay?--jerico knew that sniper isnt the cuddly type,unless its something that has been bothering him.

The Man just shook his head,and jeri nodded and layed on the sofá, with sniper cuddling on his chest,his hands made their way to micks hair, softly combing it.

And the sudden cuddles went rocketing from there, even heavy needed a quick hug.

Whatever this battle would be,it was sure to become a shitstorm,and all of his co-workers were very stressed.

Shit hit the fan when spy had snuck into jeris room for a quick cuddle session while he was drawing something to distract himself.

It finally dawned on jer that everyone was at their limit,and they just heard the notice of the war.

So, he put the gifts god had given him to work, while the rest was trying to cope with their feelings, jeri had started what he would consider,the biggest ammount of baked goods he had ever baked.

From normal pastries,to macaroons for spys refined taste, took four hours of baking, and the not so subtle smell of the Dough baking,And curious peeping toms going out of their way to steal a sample.

'Maybe this was too much'he thought to himself as he set the baked goods on the now decorated table, a nice tablecloth he had salvaged from his home, freshly brewed coffee and tea.

In less than five minutes,the team came rushing in like starving dogs.

--Ya did all of this because of Us --scout asked,his mouth watering.

--Yeah,i knew you guys are going through a lot, and back at my hometown, when I worked on the bakery, making this stuff was very therapeautic, so...its a win win, the maccaroons were a pain in the ass,but I wanted to make sure everyone had something to enjoy,oh and medic, I tried my best at pretzels,thats my ex bosses recipe,anyway,indulge boys

The team went and gave jeri a huge Group hug,and those who could stole a kiss or two, And they razed through everything they could get their hands on.

However,jerico Thought they all had Ate everything, but he was proven wrong when engie gave him a Cup of tea with honey,and Two of each pastrie he had baked before.

Needles to say it did wonders for the teams spirit, a bit of warm in these cold trying times if you Will.

From tuesday to thursday the team had a,albeit short, but very hard training,they had to be in tip top shape for the battle on monday.

Friday night brought along another moment of warmth, the team Ate togheter and watched a movie, jeri was curled up besides demo, who had a blanket wrapped around the two.

Scouts head rested on Jers lap, while sniper and spy sat near jer, with medic sitting on the floor with engie.

Pyro and heavy found the small scene of almost six men trying to cuddle anotherone rather cute.

The young arsonist would make sure to give jerico hell for it later.

On saturday,medic called jerico in to fix up some medical checkups before battle.

--Ill be honest vith jou--the german doctor took off his glasses and leaned on his desk--Zhis isnt how I originally zhought it vould zurn out,but given zhe circumstances I cant vait any longer....

Medic took jeris hand, pulling him in for a kiss, his hands cupping his cheeks.

Jers arms hugged his waist and a smile appeared on his lips while kissing--So thats why you were so nervous when I asked you if you were single

--Vell...zhat vasnt very subtle now...vas it?

--No...I dont think so

Both chuckled and kiss again,trying to forget for a bit their future.

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