#which is fine i just. would like to crush on somebody i can kiss

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Sunday love

Pt2

(Dont really care but there are spelling and writing errors i didn’t feel like editing)

"Southern belle"Reader × Cowboy! Bucky

Sum- You're back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.

CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, smut, p-in-v Unprotected-ish, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, oral fem reviving, short hand job, profanity.

You sit in the back on the ambulance as the paramedics finished wrapping up your arm.

“Thanks.” You say they nod. You hop down from your seat seeing your mom Steve and your sister rushing to you.

“I’m fine I’m fine don’t-“ you sigh as your mom pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Erk mom air.” You say she pulls back

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know about after that hug but the split arm yeah I’m fine.” You snidely remark.

“You got your self into a right bitch showdown.” Peggy says

“I didn’t even do anything. I walked in and she chucked the bottle at me I already gave my statement to the police.” You say

“You can sue her. We can get lotsa money” Peggy says

“Stop…where’s Bucky?” You ask frowning not seeing him around.

“Inside still he’s pretty pissed about the bar.” Steve says.

“Take my mom as sister home would tab I’ll go see him.” You say walking passed your family and back to the establishment.

Entering you see Bucky holding a broken glass in hand as he sits on a bar stool.

“Bucky?” You ask walking up to him he immediately looks up and stands placing the glass down and rushing to you.

“You alright?!” He asks

“I’m fine just a scrape” you say holding up your heavily bandaged forearm. He frowns at you knowing it’s bull.

“Got 14 stitches.” You say.

“Fuck.” He says.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Besides I’ll get a cool scar almost as cool as yours.” You say.

He chuckles.

“You want help cleaning up?” You ask.

“Not while ur injured.” He says

“Come on, I’m numbed up pretty heavy right now let me help at least till anesthesia wears off beside I let Peggy take my car so I’m stranded here.” You says

“Alright fine I don’t want you touching the glass or lifting shit so just sweep.” He says

You nod as you walk over grabbing a broom. And begin the chore of cleaning

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You and Bucky clean and talk, laugh he mops up the spilled alcohol contents and moves the tables back.

There’s a static nose and music begins playing.

“Ah I forgot about that.” Bucky says looking over to the increasingly old jukebox.

“What?” You say

“My great great granddad had that installed here it once in a while it’ll go off and play music I thought I got it fixed, guess it’s back up again whatever.” He says

“I think it’s cool.” You say he gives you a small smile before going back to cleaning. You involuntarily hum along to the music which happens to play the song you listen too on repeat when ever it’s Sunday.

“I want a, a love that’s on the square, can’t seem to find somebody, and someone to care…” you softy sway and sing along.

Bucky takes notice to your antics and puts down the mop walking over to you. Your back facing him. He places his hand on your lower back kindly turning you to him before taking the broom Out of your hand placing it to the side.

“What are you doing?” You giggle as he takes your hand in his pulling you closer to him.

“Dancing with you.” He says a smile forms on your face as you look up at him. You softly sway to the music as if he’s from the 40s.

“My parents would listen to this song every Sunday and dance in the kitchen. It was thier wedding song.” You ramble.

He looks at you perfectly content as he pulls you closer to him chest to chest.

“When my dad went off to afaganistan my mom would dance with me in the kitchen to it…I um…I rember when the marshal came with my fathers uniform and flag and told my mom he was gone…she hugged his uniform and danced by herself all morning, this song on repeat.” You say resting your head against him.

“Later I found myself listening to it every Sunday.” You say

“Hmm that’s one another thing we have in common now.” He says you look up to him. He brushes his thumb against your chest.

“What our dead fathers?” You joke he chuckles and nods.

“That and Sunday means something else other than the end of the week day.” He says. He’s about to explain but you cut him off pressing your lips against his kissing him. He kisses back. Continuing where you both left off in the barn.

His hands roam your waist and yours untangle fingers in his hair he walks you back into a table as you sit utop it. Your hands move from his hair to his chest and stomach where you can feel his abs through the black shirt.

Your hand move under the shirt only breaking the kiss when he pulls back for a second to speak.

“I-i dont have anything.” He says his bright blue orbs dusky.” He sighs

You shake your head. Bringing his hand up you your arm as you runs his finger over the raised scar and bump letting his feel the implant.

“I got it covered.” You say he chuckles shaking his head as you pull his shirt off and over his head. He leans back to you to continue the kiss only for you to stop eyes glued to his toned front. Seeing scars littering his chest.

The most prominent one where his black and gold prosthetic meets his skin the marks of scratching and poor attachment from the silver one he had before.

“I-I know it’s ug-“ he says getting cut off by your lips on his chest kissing his scars as your thumbs feel along his abs. He groans his grip on your hips tightening. Your kisses move over to his prosthetic scar grazing it before kissing his neck and finding his lips giving them a peck.

“You’re beautiful.” You say.

He sighs not sure he’s heard anyone call him beautiful before and he quite likes it.

Placing his hand hand on your cheek he kisses you again passionately. Trying to Unbutton your flannel he rips it down the middle buttons flying off. Revealing your bras the motion from the broken shirt causes you cleave to jiggle making Bucky stir in this pants.

He kisses down your neck to your cleavage licking and sucking marking your chest and neck up easily. his hand snakes up your back and skillfully unclasps your bra. It falls off your shoulders and chest exposing you to him.

He gladly takes your breast in hand gripping it as he suckles in the other your nipple being swirled around his tounge. Making you cry out for him.

He pulls back a string of saliva snapping as his once bright blues are dusk with a sheen of lust. They flick to your bandages arm.

“Mm-mm” you say moving your other hand down your bodies palming his dick through the straining black jeans.

“Ah-f-fuck.” He gasps his metal hand gripping the table. The wood splitting under his grip as you slip your hand into his jeans feeling just how painfully hard he is.

You relieve him by pulling off his belt and snapping the button off his jeans. He pulls them down revealing his cock. Somehow it’s pretty. Perfectly shaped and colored.

Biting your lip you take it into your hand stroking it send a shiver up Bucky which prompts him to place his metal hand around your neck making you gasp and grip his cock.

“S-sorry.” He grunts pulling his hand away only for you to grab it again keeping the cool metal flush against your neck.

“Don’t pull away.” You gasp.

“I-“

You cut him off by kissing him he kisses you back after being reassured.

His hands move your waist to your pants unbuttoning and pulling them off.

“Lay back doll.” He says you let go of him laying back holding your self on your elbows.

His hand moves from your neck to your lower stomach pressing down lightly. His other presses a thumb against your clit making you gasp before he presses two fingers into your cunt. He groan at the feeling of you.

“F-fuck..” you shakily moan as he immediately find your g-spot pressing and stroking it.

“B-Bucky..ngh.” You lay flat on your back no noticing he kneels down face to face with your gorgeous pussy.

Holding out his tongue he presses it to your clit tasting your swirling. A choked gasp leave your mouth not expecting him to feel this good. If he can do this with his mouth and fingers what wonders can he do with his dick.

Lost in pleasure your hand covers your mouth out of habit as you quiet yourself. He pulls away from you standing as he feels you clenching around his digits, ultimately denying you of finishing.

“Look at me doll.” He says you open your eyes seeing him as he kisses up your body giving your thighs a squeeze as he pushes them up so set himself between you.

“Take that hand off your mouth and let me hear you scream my name.” He says says. His southern accent erupting from thick throat. The comment alone could make you cum.

You take the hand from your mouth.

“Good girl.” He speaks again before glancing down angling his dick to you. Your eyes go wide at the comment once again. You rock your hips brushing his tip against ur entrance.

“What? You like that…hmm being called a good girl?” He says his pupils blown with lust.

“Y-yes..” you say

You feel him push his length into you. His moan makes you melt as he basically whimpers to the feeling of you stretch around him.

His hands cup your breast as he begins to thrust the fat of your breasts jiggle prompting his to kiss your buds.

your nails scratch into his back as he leans forward to kiss you muffling the sounds you make. You can hear the sound on metal scraping against the wood of the table under you as you pull him closer to you rocking your hips against him.

His metal hand grips your thigh as he draws in a shaky breath breaking contact with ur lips.

“SH-shit y/n…” he gasps as you feel his cock twitch inside you making you smile. Your smile immedetly fades when he pulls out of you all together the empty feeling pissing you off.

“I ain’t cumming before you doll.” He says pulling you down to the edge of the table and lifting you before flipping you over and lightly pushing your front back down to the table before he thrusts back into you.

“A-ah ah…fuuuck.” you choke out the moans as his dick strokes your g-spot over and over immediately making you cum with a whimper.

You claw at the table as he absolutely rails you into oblivion. His hand moves from your hips to your cunt his fingers instantly finding your clit circling it overstimulating you.

Your knees go weak as you start you crumble under the pleausre.

“Stand up.” He barks at you slapping your ass. You listen legs shaking as he wraps his arms around your waist holding you up. You feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach once more. Buckys thrusts stagger as he cums with a rough thrust leading you two your second orgasm.

You feel buckys lips kissing your back and shoulders. He moves youre hair to the side kissing your cheek. He makes his way to youe neck only to hesitate when he sees the forming bruise.

“Im sorry..” he says before slipping out of you. You frown at his sudden pulling away you stand only to go baby deer and your legs give out. Before hitting the ground you’re caught by him.

“I got you.” He says holding you up. His eyes search your body seeing the reddending skin where he was gripping you.

“Mm my eyes are up here.” You say looking at him. He looks up at you.

“You alright I didn’t hurt you did I” he says running his thumb over your neck. You shake your head and look back at the table seeing it cracked and scratched and visibly damaged.

“I think the table is worse than me.” You giggle looking back at him.

He nods before pecking your lips.

“H-hold on.” He says reverting back to his quiet self as he sets you against the table. He pulls up his pants and walks over to a cabnet pulling out a blanket before walking back to you wrapping it around you.

You smile at him. He scrambles around the room picking up the articles of clothing placing them next to you as he then helps you redress as he give you his own shirt for ripping yours.

“Would you maybe like to stay? I could take you home in the morning.” He says.

“You sure? I dont wan to intrude i-“ you begin “please. Stay” he says.

“Okay.”

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Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Ben Reilly?? He is such a himbo, I love him sm :D

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

Note(s) : The reader is a Spider from another universe!

I'm just gonna guess that you mean ATSV Ben! My bad if that's not the case, this might be OOC because I haven't seen the movie since it came out.

He feels like you're so strange and different to him, you don't speak out loud what your emotions are and that's so different from his universe, it's almost like a puzzle that Ben is desperate to solve, even if he can just ask you, audibly guessing is just that much more fun.

Ben isn't too smart with body language, in his universe, everybody says what they're feeling or doing, so if you're somebody who has very neutral expressions, he tends to get confused a lot and misinterpret your actions. He doesn't do this on purpose, and you can always correct him which he fully accepts.

Ben loves to give you things, usually it's a modified version of your web shooter, or maybe extra web fluid, if you're a spider that needs it, a gift that would benefit you and the missions you go on, but he also gives you matching clothing items.

While he'd never trade his blue hoodie for something else, don't even try it's not going to happen, he's willing to wear bracelets, rings, a new belt, etc, etc. Sometimes he makes them, which is usually from one of those crappy DIY bracelet kits, but usually they're one of those couple bracelets with magnets you can click together.

But he might wear a different hoodie for casual clothing, maybe on a date to another universe of one of your own, he's not a suit and tie, fancy dinner type of guy.

He's a clone of Peter, he's going to be broke.

Fully willing to give and receive PDA, the only times he won't is if you don't want to, he always says things audibly so you can know when he'll give you a hug or a kiss, and if you don't want one, then you can just say no or move away.

Ben despises beach dates, the sand gets everywhere, it triggers his spider sense whenever a beach ball gets near him, if you're in your universe or one that isn't like his, people stare when he narrates.

His ideal date is a pizza date, what does that entail? Either, you go to one of those places where you can customise your own pizza, or, you bake your own at home! He thinks it's fun to experiment with flavour and different kinds of pizza.

He just likes pizza, okay?

Specifically Hawaiian pizza.

Ben's a workout boyfriend, he's always lifting, fighting villains, or holding up a helicopter, he's buff, and he also likes to carry you. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, or if you're not heavy at all, he's strong enough to carry you wherever or whenever.

He gets sad whenever you have a mission and he's not paired with you, and vice versa for when he's on a mission and not with you. Sometimes he calls you mid fight, which means either one of you is running from a villain and being all 'awh, I love you!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡' but then a metal tentacle crushes your watch because you were distracted.

Let's hope Miguel finds your or Ben before your atoms dissolve.

Ben isn't too panicked when you're hurt, it all depends on how you're reacting, even if you've broken all of your bones, if you're chill, so is he. Obviously, he's always concerned, and you'll hear 'my beloved is injured, they're hurt and I can't do anything! But I must stay strong, so they can.' But besides that, he's cool.

Speaking of, he has a lot of harrowing memories, and while he doesn't rely on you, he will occasionally seek comfort. Ben will usually just sob into your shoulder for a few hours, and after that, will probably cuddle you and trap you into a snuggle buddy situation, not like you're complaining.

Whenever you're sad, he won't expect you to come to him, but he'll accept you with open arms if you do. Whether you just want to cuddle, or have him in the same room, or if you just want comfort food, or a drink, or whatever. He's fine with whatever you want, and he'll provide whatever you want.

Within reason, obviously.

Ben isn't dumb, yes, he's a bit clueless and tends to get distracted, but he's incredibly smart when it comes to fighting, and he was previously a teacher, (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) so he's completely capable of being a smart ass if you get something wrong. Not in a mean way, just a corrective 'uhm, well actually 🤓' type of way?

He likes to have double dates! Whether Peter is with MJ, or Gwen, or whoever Peter Parker managed to rizz up, given that Peter is sort of like his brother, he likes to spend time with him, and he also likes spending time with you.

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Sparks Fly

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Prompt - ‘I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.’

Warnings / This fic contains smut - you can skip it if you want, you won’t miss anything!💜

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The problem with Matt Murdock was that you had known from the moment you had met him that he was a bad idea. At first he had been all pleasant smiles and soft words but once you had gotten to know him his words turned flirty and his smiles were charmingly attractive. You were glad for the fact he couldn’t see you, glad for the fact he could never witness you blush under his gaze, see as you shifted in your seat or watch the way your breath hitched when he stood too close.

Everything about Matt was a bad idea, falling for him was the worst one though. As much as that man loved flirting with you and everyone else in his general vicinity, you knew at the first sign of real feelings he would run and hide, ignoring it because he was so scared of something you didn’t understand.

You’d met Matt by chance, running into Foggy first after your boss rented out the office space opposite theirs and he invited you inside. The two of you were fast friends but meeting Matt, letting his hand wrap around yours as he introduced himself, feeling sparks between you, you had known then and there it was a bad idea to stick around Nelson and Murdock and yet after that first day you seemed to spend more time in their office than you did your own.

It went on for months, Matt oblivious to how you felt whilst you silently pined. You couldn’t count how many times you’d lost yourself in a daydream, your traitorous thoughts creating all sorts of impossible scenarios where Matt would just grab you, pull you close and kiss you until your lips were swollen and you struggled to breathe.

You knew Matt was a good person, even if he did have a reckless streak, one you’d bore witness to yourself and heard about in length from Foggy. You knew that he would never date somebody seriously, preferring to sleep around rather than stay with one person, you knew you should let go of your crush for him but it was impossible.

Some days you were convinced Matt knew how you felt. When the three of you went to a bar together after work and he sat a little too close to you, his knees brushing against yours and your arms rested against each other. You knew he couldn’t see the way you glanced at the way he sat so close, knew he couldn’t see your smile as you resisted the urge to shift close and yet you always caught a smirk on his face aimed in your direction, some flirty comment following it.

It didn’t matter because you knew for Matt it wasn’t nothing but a fun little game to flirt the night away with you. It didn’t matter how much you told yourself it was just a crush when you knew your feelings went beyond that because nothing would come from them.

“Let me walk you home.” Matt insisted like he did after every night spent at the bar. It had been over a year since you’d met him and he had never once failed to make sure you got home safe, despite your insistence that you’d be fine.

“You don’t have to.” You told him, a scripted response that Matt had come to expect in the time he’d known you and you didn’t need to see him without the red tinted glasses to see he was rolling his eyes behind them.

“I’m gonna walk you home.” He grinned at you causing you to laugh as he headed off in the direction of your apartment, you following him straight away.

Matt walked by your side, close enough that if you were brave enough you’d be able to reach out and brush your hand against his, thread your fingers together and feel his hand against yours. He was close enough that if you turned to face him and leaned up you could press your lips to his.

He was close enough to touch and yet the distance between you seemed wider than ever.

“Everything ok?” Matt asked softly, startling you out of your thoughts and you prayed that he hadn’t somehow been able to tell what you had been thinking about.

“Sorry, lost in my own head.” You chucked, hoping he’d let you brush it off and change the subject but Matt was never one for letting the people he cared about suffer, always wanting to do something to make it better.

“Seems to happen a lot.” Matt stated and you tensed slightly, Matt noticing straight away but he didn’t let it show. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Did you know that? Sure, of course you did, you could talk to Matt about anything, anything except for the fact you were in love with him, anything expect for the fact that all you could think about was him kissing you right now on the sidewalk, how you wanted nothing more than for him to tell you that he felt the same way.

“I know.” You smiled, letting all the things you most desperately wanted to say go unsaid. “But there’s nothing to talk about.”

Matt clearly didn’t buy it if the frown on his face was anything to go by and as much as you hated putting it there, as much as you hated lying to him you knew it was easier this way. Losing Matt would hurt infinitely more than silently wishing for him.

Matt knew what was eating you up, he knew that you were as desperate for him as he was for you. If it had been anyone else, if he had met you years ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to cup your cheek and drag you in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have given a second thought to taking you to bed, he wouldn’t have wasted any time in making you his.

But it wasn’t years before, it was now and now he had Daredevil in his life. He couldn’t risk another person getting hurt because of him, he was already risking more than he’d like with Foggy knowing but you…he couldn’t risk anything happening to you because of him.

And yet he wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Hearing your heart rate speed up when he brushed his hand against yours, feeling the heat spread to your cheeks when he made a suggestive comment, hearing the way your breathing hitched when he wrapped his arm through yours, knowing you wanted him was driving him crazy.

He felt like a man starved when it came to you, barely holding back from his desires to just give in and kiss you, to feel how good you felt for him, he wanted you. He knew he had feelings for you and all he wanted to do was act on them.

The rain started to fall when you were five blocks from your apartment and began to pour down by the time you were two blocks away. Matt’s hand found yours and you felt the same familiar sparks you always seemed to feel whenever he touched you shoot through your hand.

Matt took off in a run and you had no choice but to follow after him, the two of you laughing and gasping for breath by the time you stood under the small roof at the door of your apartment complex.

The rain had stuck Matt’s suit to him, his hair flat against his head as droplets fell down his cheek and nose. You wanted to reach out and brush his face, wanted to follow the path of the rain drops and trail kisses all the way down to his lips.

Matt could hear the way your heart had sped up even more, having nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with whatever thoughts were running through your head. He wanted to know what you were thinking, wanted to give you whatever you wanted, he was torn, so close to throwing everything out the window and giving in.

The two of you went silent as you turned to each other, your eyes drawn to Matt’s lips and you watched as he ducked his head, watched as he went to lean in before you closed your eyes.

“I should go.” Matt breathed out and you bit back a huff of disappointment, letting your eyes open to look at his sad smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, debating on whether you should be the one to take the risk and close the distance between you, suddenly so sure that Matt wanted you, but you weren’t brave enough.

You knew you’d spend the rest of your life regretting that.

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life regretting it though, even if Matt couldn’t give you what you wanted you knew he wanted at least one night with you and you’d do anything for it, anything to feel how electric Matt’s kisses were, anything to feel how good his hands running along your body could feel, anything to run your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss.

You watched as Matt stepped out into the rain, watched him walk to the end of your street before freezing. You decided you were going to be brave, didn’t let your mind become overwhelmed with all the reasons this was a bad idea and instead followed him out in the rain, feeling a shiver run down your spine and not knowing whether it was from anticipation or the cold.

Matt seemed to have the same idea, turning around on his heel and meeting you halfway, cupping your face in his hands and practically smashing your lips together in a rushed and messy kiss, your noses knocking against each other as your hands gripped his wet suit.

The kiss was everything you had thought it was going to be, if you thought Matt brushing against your hand was enough to send a rush of electricity through you then it wasn’t nothing compared to the sparks flying as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed out in the rain kissing until you had to pull away for air, both of you drenched through but not even noticing as Matt rested his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing heavily against each other.

Matt gave you a second longer to catch your breath before his lips were on yours again, this time his hands found your hips and he nudged you until you were walking backwards towards your apartment, Matt managing to pull himself away so you could open the door before he attached himself to you again, the two of you somehow managing to get up the stairs without breaking apart.

Matt slammed your back into the door, pulling away from your lips to nip at your neck, trailing kisses and pausing to suck bruises into the skin causing you to muffle soft moans as you tried several times to open your apartment door.

Once you were inside Matt wasted no time moving you both to the bedroom, by the time the two of you got there you had both been stripped off your wet clothes and left only in your underwear. Matt sat down on the bed first and pulled you on top of him so that you were straddling him, feeling how hard he was for you.

You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, he wet locks tangling around your fingers and you tighten your grip to pull him into another rough kiss, Matt groaning into as you grinded against him, his hand moving towards your hips and dragging you closer, bucking up into you.

“Fuck Y/N, need you so bad.” Matt grunted into your neck when you finally pulled away from each other, his hands running up and down your body causing you to moan.

You shifted down Matt’s body, trailing kisses down his chest until you settled in between his legs, wasting no time in removing his boxers and moaning at the sight of his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum.

Matt couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, forcing his dick half way into you before he restrained himself, listening as you choked and moaning loudly, his hands gripping your hair as you took a breath before you started sucking on his cock like you were made for it.

Matt felt himself hit the back of your throat, moaning even louder as he felt you relax and take him even further. You were making such a mess, he could feel your drool all over his cock, leaking from your mouth and down your chin, he could feel your gaze on him, knew your eyes would be bright and wide especially when he stilled you with the hand in your hair and took over, letting himself lose control as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth.

He had to force himself to pull out before he made an even bigger mess on your face, tempting as the thought was, he needed to be inside of you, needed to feel how good you felt on his cock.

Matt shifted you so that you were laying underneath him, as he settled in between your legs he dipped his head down to smash his lips against yours and feeling the mess you had made had him groaning into it before he pulled away.

You moaned loudly when you felt the head of Matt’s cock pushing at your entrance, spreading you open and stretching you wide. Your hand gripped the bedsheet as you felt him push deeper into you, already feeling fuller than you’d ever felt before he was fully inside you.

Matt kissed you again as he pushed his cock fully inside you, feeling the way you stretched perfectly around him, unable to stop the moans and grunts that escaped him. You were so tight on his cock, the little gasped breaths that left you as he stretched you out ran straight to his cock.

The way he could hear your heart hammering against your chest had him thrusting into you after giving you a minute to adjust to him and you were crying out in pleasure as he set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you like he couldn’t control himself, his fingers rubbing against your clit causing your toes to curl and back to arch as you fisted the sheets and moaned mindlessly.

Matt trailed kissed down to your neck, tasting sweat against your skin as your head fell to the side and he wasted no time in covering your skin in even more bruises, marking you as his whilst he slammed into you, whispering praises, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were, how much he loved feeling you on his cock.

Eventually it was all too much for you and your hands found Matt’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you felt yourself come apart, practically seeing sparks fly as you came on his cock whilst he continued thrusting into your sensitive pussy, his fingers still rubbing at your clit causing you to whimper and gasp.

Matt continued thrusting into you, feeling like he was in heaven when he felt you cumming all over his cock and lasted only a few moments longer before he stilled, burying his face in your neck and cumming inside you, giving a few lazy thrusts before he managed to pull himself out of you.

You felt a trail of cum leave your pussy, groaning at how empty you felt now that Matt had left you, the man laying on top of you and trailing lazy kisses along your chest, your hands moving up into his hair, running your fingers through it gently and smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“What is this?” You couldn’t help but ask after a while, keeping your voice soft so as not to disturb the peace between you.

Matt knew he couldn’t leave now, not now that he had had you. He wanted you to be with him, he wanted to be with you in every way possible. He’d do everything he could to protect you, to keep Daredevil and the trouble that seemed to follow the masked vigilante far away from you.

“I love you.” Matt confessed, smiling as he felt your heart stutter before speeding up. “I was scared but I love you, Y/N/N, I want you to be mine.”

“I’d like that.” You murmured, letting your lips press against his hair. “I love you too.”

You were ecstatic, for so long you had thought you would never know what it would be like to have Matt feel anything other than friendship for you and now he was here, in your bed, telling you he loved you. It was better than all your wildest dreams, holding Matt close and falling asleep in his arms, glad you had been brave enough and knowing you wouldn’t have to live the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you’d just kissed him in the pouring rain.

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ouattober2023 Day 7: Fav Side Chara

Mulan (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I think Once Upon A Time has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to great characters everywhere. I may not be a fan of a lot of the way romances got handled, and I have opinions about the untapped potential left and right, but the characters we got to witness are pretty amazing. That's why even when I didn't care about the larger plot, I always had fun with this show. So many cool characters. But making me pick one who left an impact on me with not much screentime (well, at least I have 12 eps) and had me screaming for more - it's Mulan. Of course she does have the advantage of having one of the best animated Disney Princess movies.

Although that's a funny thing here. Where known fairytales got a little twist here and there, Mulan's backstory isn't really touched upon. She wears her armor, is a well-trained soldier/warrior and now travels a lot. It's like "we know you know the movie, let's get on". The one re-occuring thing we get is this fabulous moment when she takes off her helmet and people go "omg you're a girl" and she gets to correct them "woman". A+ Being viewed as a dude and if not getting underestimated is her thing.

An outstanding moment I love about Mulan? In 2x06 Tallahassee Emma tells her to cut down the beanstalk should she not be back within ten hours and also to do everything to get Snow back home to Storybrooke. It's the classic situation doing something dangerous while the clock is ticking. And usually a hero will be like "five more minutes", everything is very close. But we need moments of real tension to undercut the usual. And Mulan is so perfect for this. Because she will honor this agreement to the letter. She is one to ask to follow difficult orders. Snow actually does tackle her to the ground and yes, Emma arrives a few minutes late, then all is fine. But this is the cornerstone of Mulan as a character - give her a task, she will do it, with everything she has. It could even be something detriment to her own happiness or well-being. A character trait that can be a strength and a flaw at the same time. The range! We could have seen this later on if Mulan had stayed. She could have been a person to side with "the reasonable option" against the group of hope-loving heroes even.

That doesn't mean Mulan is uncaring. We got to witness how she fell in love with Aurora, we know she has a soft side. Sure, she protected Aurora, because she promised Philip to take care of her, but that situation became very personal. And omg that scene when Mulan gives Aurora her heart back... has any heart been placed back with such care? Such a sensual scene!

It's soul-crushing they kinda did this to Mulan twice. Robbing her of finding love, watching on as somebody under a Sleeping Curse gets True Love's Kiss, never experiencing that magic herself. But apart from that, when she gets her heart crushed (only figuratevily) in 3x03 Quite a Common Fairy and announces she'd join Robin Hood's band - I did hope she would. She could have been an excellent addition. Especially since the Merry Men could have used more to do (just like the dwarves). That would have been such a fun mix and overall a great way to eventually get Mulan to Storybrooke. That ep did make it clear that Robin would have a bigger role, attaching Mulan to him seemed logical.

I also like that Mulan's first instinct is to not trust people. She sees Neal, she recognized the style of clothing and she is suspicious (great contrast to Aurora's reaction). But Neal wins her over and boom, once Mulan is in your side, you can relax. Such a good partner for whatever errand you have to run. Which is why it makes sense that when Ruby asks if Mulan wants to join her on a search for werewolves, Mulan says yes. (Not like she has anything better to do.) Mulan craves a purpose. Imagine somebody would have introduced her to colorful textmarkers and color-coded itineraries. Belle showed her how useful information out of a book can be, they could have solved more situations together.

#ouattober2023 #OUaT #OUaT Mulan #clearly doomed to a life of thirdwheeling only... #(Merida will find a position for her if she'd only asked - you can read that however you want)

[joanie-writes]

Ohhhh boy! Saw that requests are open and came rushing. I'm a huge RDR2 fan and I've read so much Arthur fic but I can't get enough lol.

There's this fic I've been wanting to write but can't seem around to get to and I thought maybe I'll share my idea, of you would like to write it.

So young Arthur and reader have to pretend to be a couple in a lavish party as part of a scheme with Dutch and Hosea. Throughout the years they had been great friends and enjoyed each other's company, but there had always been some underlying tension.

While sneaking around the mansion looking for documents they almost get caught but end up kissing and getting handy as a way to fool the guard as to why they were there lurking around.

After that barrier was breached they can't seem to look at each other in the same way. Neither want to lose their friendship but this new development makes it hard for them to keep their hands to themselves.

Thanks for the request, I hope this lives up to your ideas <3

Grand Gesture

Well that certainly wasn't supposed to be apart of the job.

Young!Arthur x GN!Reader

Warnings/AN: NSFW, unsafe sex - Arthur and Reader are both in their early twenties

Word Count: 3.3k

I caught him staring at me again. It made my heart jump into my throat like usual. 

I'm not exactly sure what changed over night, but one day Arthur went from being my closest friend to somebody that made my skin feel hot whenever I was close to him, somebody that distracted me from my chores, someone who I imagined a future with before I shut my eyes for the night. I'd never really had a crush before, I only seen the rare stranger that made me turn my head every once and a while, but recently I had only turned to Arthur. 

"Hey," I heard a voice after a quick pat on my shoulder, which brought my mind back down from space, "Dutch and Hosea want to talk about some lead when we're done here." Arthur sat at the table, joining me for an exhilarating dinner of stew. 

I nodded, taking a hopefully nonchalant deep breath before I spoke, "How was hunting?" I had to physically stop myself from cringing. I loathed the awkward small talk of late, it was like our friendship had fizzled into almost nothing. I prayed that he hadn't somehow found out about my feelings towards him, I've only written about it in my journal; not daring to tell anyone.

"Went fine, two bucks and a few rabbits." Arthur said, and I responded with a simple hum. Then the familiar awkward silence settled down, joining us for the rest of dinner. With our bowls joined in the steadily growing pile, Arthur and I took to Dutch's tent to learn about whatever goose chase he was setting us on now. 

Hosea and Dutch both looked up at us as we entered, Hosea smiling and saying proudly, "Ah, my star students." The both of us smiled, looking over to Dutch as he responded, "I believe they're our star students, Hosea, I taught them just as much as you did." 

Hosea batted his hand at Dutch, "Anyways, here's the idea. I scored an few invitations to this big party in a ritzy part of town for tomorrow night." I glanced over at Arthur, more than happy to see him in some sort of proper attire. 

Arthur's brows knitted with confusion, waiting for Hosea to continue, "The four of us will go in pairs, the goal is to mingle and try to pick up some new lead, because whatever is going on in Bradford is well hidden, you two can go together. But we have to act proper and blend in, nobody can know we're degenerates, got it?" 

-

The fabric was itchy and the sleeves were sort of tight, but I don't think I ever looked that put together. Dare I say, styled to perfection. Dutch and Hosea really went all out for this party, somehow they even managed to get their slippery hands on not one, but two stagecoaches that John and Bill would drive us all seperately to town in. A wolf whistle brought my attention upwards to John in the drivers seat, causing me to laugh and give a small spin. "You clean up good!" He let out his raspy laugh.

"You do." I turned to the sound of Arthur's voice, God I hope he couldn't see my heart about to burst at my chest. Arthur looked, so handsome. His hair styled with extra care, a suit that complemented his figure perfectly, and the usual swag that carries him to tie it all together.

I stood up straighter, clasping my hands together, "So do you." I smiled shyly, giving him a subtle glance up and down. 

Dutch pushed his head out of the carriage window, his baritone voice barking out an order, "C'mon you two, quit ogling get a move on!" I want to say that I saw a blush form on Arthur's face, but I couldn't be sure due to him quickly ushering me into the coach. With a snap of the reigns we were off towards the bustling town of Bradford. 

Arthur looked around the carriage, grinning once he found a bottle of champagne under the seat. "We can't show up seeing double, Arthur, Dutch and Hosea will be pissed." I chuckled, shaking my head as he popped the cork anyway. 

"Just a few sips to calm the nerves, you know how I get around fancy folk. Besides, where'd all your fun go?" Arthur teased, taking a drink from the dark green bottle. My eyes shifted to his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank, pulling it together when he handed me the bottle. He cheered as I lifted the bottle to my lips, taking a swig of the bubbly liquid. 

We passed it back and forth, deciding to leave some for later, to celebrate our findings or help drown out the sound of Dutch's disappointment lecture. 

Arthur got out first, giving me a polite hand out of the stagecoach. My gaze was brought upwards to the grand manor before us. Fancy lanterns lit the way towards the door, the door surrounded by gaudy statues, two fountains, along with plenty of butlers and a few armed guards to boot. It was surely that fanciest place I had been before. Marble floors greeted us inside, royal paintings that took up half a wall, dazzling chandeliers too. Arthur and I couldn't help but look around sort of star struck for a moment, our inner street kids amazed that we were set foot in what could be a castle. 

I made eye contact with Hosea, returning his sly nod, a wordless push to get to work. Arthur tapped my hand, motioning over to a group of snooty young men that he was going to integrate into, "They look like daddy's money boys, I'll go see what I can find out." He spoke close to my ear, both to convey his message over the string quartet playing and keep his plans private. But I only noticed how is breath on my skin sent goosebumps all over me. 

Almost frantically, I looked around the noisy ballroom, trying to find somebody of importance to strike up a conversation with. An older gentleman caught my eye, mainly it was the gold ring adorning his pinky and confident look about him. I grabbed a glass of champagne and went in for the kill. 

Mr. Perry as I learned, was an easy safe to crack, I quickly learned he was a very close friends with the host of the gala. I made sure to keep Mr. Perry's glass topped up, laughing at his dry humour and leaning in a little closer for his enjoyment. It wasn't long before he began mouthing off about some business he had with the host and a few other men here, ranting on their unwillingness to compromise and all of the money he was apparently wasting. His rant became a bragging fest in no time though, and as he talked of his fortune and how easily he had gotten it my attention drifted off. But in the midst of his boasting, his hand fell causally upon my waist.

My eyes widened slightly, and in the awkwardness again, I found myself looking around the room ultimately catching Arthur shooting daggers at the man with his hold on me. My cheeks grew hot. I apologized to Mr. Perry, not bothering with an explanation as I slipped out of his hold and made my way towards Arthur. 

"Who was that fool?" Arthur grumbled when I met him, I furrowed my brow, confused but flattered by his seemingly jealous reaction. 

"That was Mr. Perry, he's close with the host, I only let him touch me to try and get details." I informed him, wondering why I had just justified perfectly reasonable actions to my friend. 

Arthur flicked another mean stare towards Mr. Perry before turning back to me, "Hm, anyway, I got word of a safe upstairs, supposed to be holding some things of value." Arthur whispered the last part of his sentence. I nodded, wordlessly looking for a way to hunt down this safe. I patted Dutch on the back as I passed him, silently signalling him to keep watch for Arthur and I. 

With Arthur on my tail, we slipped into the other room, locating the servant staircase for a much more secluded way up. What we were met with was a labyrinth of sorts. "Let's split up, try not to run into anybody, give a whistle when you find something." Arthur said, both of us sharing a nod before separating in search of this prized safe. 

Rooms filled with riches proved fruitless somehow on my search, though I did manage to snag a fancy new pocket watch. While I was searching though yet another cabinet, I heard a soft whistle from the hall. 

I walked down the hall, listening to the muffled voices and music downstairs. As I walked into the room, Arthur was just pulling open the safe handle, "You're getting good at that." I complimented, smiling and taking a few papers from inside to snoop on. Arthur chuckled, slipping a few bill stacks into his coat pocket. I leaned up against the front of the big mahogany desk, skimming the words on the pages in search of anything important. 

The sound of the door knob turning caused us to look up at each other in dread. In a matter of seconds, Arthur shut the safe, rushed over to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately it made me feel almost drunk. He even pressed himself up against me to conceal the papers. I could taste the floral of the champagne, which mingled perfectly with the intoxicating smell of the cologne he had applied. Though it was only a moment, it was hot and needy, his teeth nearly clashing with mine but at the same time it was so tender, the edge softened by his plump lips.

My eyes shut the moment he pressed his lips to mine, only opening when I heard the heavy wooden door creak open, which caused Arthur to pulled away. "O-oh my," The butler gasped and his face turned a bright crimson colour, he cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm afraid guests are not supposed to be upstairs." 

"Sorry pal, we didn't realize, uh we'll get going." Arthur laughed softly, looking down and pretending to fiddle with the buttons on his pants to allow me to hide the papers on my person. I was too shocked to speak, to even look at Arthur really. The breath left my lungs yet again at the feeling of his hand on my lower back, guiding us out of the door being held open by the butler. Shamefully, we were chaperoned by that same butler down the grandeur staircase, catching the attention of Dutch and Hosea immediately. The embarrassment crept up my neck, making the room feel much too hot which only worsened when Arthur took my hand in his, I suspected to keep our little act going.

Following the two older men, we went outside, awaiting John and Bill in impatient silence. Hopefully John hadn't emptied the champagne, we'd need it to drown out the uncomfortableness. 

-

It had been a few weeks since my, interaction, with Arthur. And if I thought our relationship was off before, things got a lot worse. I couldn't bare to look at him, let alone be near him. He hadn't made much an effort to speak to me either, choosing to eat alone and always going out with John. 

I was in the outskirt of camp scrubbing some laundry in the stream when I heard footsteps from behind me. "Hey." I said to Arthur, standing up and dusting myself off, he seemed like he wanted to say something, I'd never seen him look so nervous before. 

"I just uh, wanted to apologize for what I did at the party I-" 

A boost of confidence suddenly bursted through me, the adrenaline pumped as I moved closer to him and cut him off with a kiss. Some kind of switch flipped in him, the nerves were gone and in no time he took control. Arthur carefully walked me backwards, unable to pry our lips apart and letting a tree catch my back. His hands were on my face like the first time, I couldn't taste champagne but the twinge of tobacco and mint wasn't terrible at all. I moaned into the kiss, my mouth left ajar as Arthur kissed down my neck, surely leaving marks on his way. 

Arthur mumbled against my skin, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." I smiled, keeping him close with my hands around his neck. 

"Trust me, I know the feeling." I said, making him laugh while he returned to my lips, taking the chance to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangled into the honey blonde locks, focusing on the feeling of his hands sliding down my body, squeezing and appreciating me. 

"I need you, Arthur." I pulled away to whisper to him, smirking when I noticed the bumps appear on his skin, much like he had done to me at the party. Arthur raised his brows, his thumb absentmindedly stroking my hip. 

He cleared his throat, "W-where do you want to go?" I only smiled in response, abandoning the pile of laundry as I pulled him by the hand farther out from camp.

We both looked around, making sure nobody from camp was out this far. After a quick spin to look for anything to sit on, Arthur pulled off his coat and laid it out in front of a tree. He sat himself down and beckoned me to him, the blush on his face making both of us chuckle. The passion from before was quick to return with me now straddling his lap. 

Breathless, Arthur pulled away and looked to me, "Can I take this off?" He motioned to my shirt, looking more than pleased when I nodded. I helped him pull the fabric off my arms, a gasp leaving me as he kissed down my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth. My back arched with the feeling, my hands gripping the material of his shirt. Arthur moved back up to my neck, kissing the shell of my ear while I unbuttoned his shirt like he had done mine. 

I ran my fingers over the growing patch of his chest hair, smiling before beginning to leave my own signature over his skin. "I didn't know you felt this way, I um, I was so worried something had happened to our friendship." I told Arthur honestly, taking a break from loving up on him. 

"You didn't know? I thought you had maybe realized and starting hating me for it."  Arthur admitted with a soft laugh, stroking my cheek with his thumb. 

"I could never hate you, Arthur." I said, smiling and placing my hands on his broad shoulders. 

Spoken in between kisses, Arthur laughed, "We'll see about that." His hands held me close, moving down to grab at my ass, all while moving me to feel the swell in his jeans. Shyly, I skimmed my hand down his torso, watching his eyes close while I touched him through the denim. Broken out of his sudden trance, he reached down as well, taking things a step farther as he undid his pants, his length hitting his stomach in arousal. 

A familiar heat warmed my ears, he looked so good like this. Hot and bothered, leaned up against a tree and at my disposal. I took his cock in my hand, swiping my thumb over his leaking tip. "Shit." Arthur groaned, his hips thrusting himself up into my hand. I worked him up and down, keeping eye contact until he brought me close, connecting our lips once again. Arthur hummed into the kiss, even breaking it at one point to take a deep breath. He was so hard it seemed like it hurt. I reached down to undo my own bottoms. 

"Do you want to go through with this? I don't know if I'll be able to quit you after." Arthur spoke just above a whisper. 

"That is more than fine with me," I spoke as I tossed my bottoms off to the side, straddling him properly once again before continuing, "I haven't stopped thinking about the party, I wish that butler had just turned around." We both chuckled, Arthur's grip drifting to my waist. 

"I'm sure there'll be another chance to continue what we started there." 

A breathy moan left the both of us as my hips sunk down onto his length; he filled me up perfectly. It took me a moment to adjust, same with Arthur. I watched his eyes screw shut the second he felt the warmth of me, the squeeze. "God, you're so tight," Arthur pried his eyes open, looking up at me with an already glossed over look, "can I move?"

I only nodded in response, silent until his first thrust shot a wave of pleasure over me which caused me to throw my head back and involuntarily moan out his name. The sight seemingly spurred him into continuing his pace. Once I had familiarized myself with the blissful feeling, I took some of the weight off him and began moving with Arthur, lifting myself up and down atop of him. 

With my arms kind of half wrapped around Arthur's shoulders, I tangled my fingers into his hair once again, keeping him just as close to me as he was doing with me. "O-oh, there, again." I sputtered out the jumbled sentence, whimpering out a sound of pleasure with nearly all of his upwards thrusts. 

It didn't feel like all of the time I spent wondering and wanting had led specifically to this moment, like how they would describe the climax of a crush in the stories I would borrow from Mary-Beth sometimes. It felt beautifully unique, like I had chosen the right path to get here.

My clouded mind was no match for the warmth beginning to gather inside me. A groan from Arthur brought my attention upwards again, "I ain't gonna last much longer." His cheeks were pink and a sweat began to gather at his temple. My back arched at the feeling of his cock hitting that spot once again, and again. 

"Please, Arthur ugh!" I moaned, feeling him take the lead from me completely. My hips stilled as he desperately fucked himself into me, chasing. 

The feeling was an uninhabited release of control, of doubt, and of myself. With my legs shaking, I curled inwards, my head falling to Arthur's shoulder while I slowly fell from my place of ecstasy. Jagged and uneven thrusts brought Arthur through his orgasm, I could feel the hot finish filling me to the brim. He moaned and held tightly onto my skin, my skin adorned with red fingermarks at his ease. 

Slowly, I lifted my head, smiling softly at the sight of a faintly teary eyed Arthur Morgan. "That was-" He began and then stopped, searching for a word that could explain that experience.

"Yes, it was." I said with a laugh, lifting his chin and connecting our lips again finally.

Ever the gentleman, Arthur helped clean me up, affectionately doing up my shirt and fixing my hair with great care. And how could I not do the same for him.

-

"What's this gonna be like now?" 

I looked over at Arthur, sat beside me while we overlooked the lake where the gang was holed up by. The sun was shining on us, lighting up the blue in his eyes and causing him to squint, quite adorably I might add. 

"I mean, if you want to give us a try, I would really like that." I chose my words carefully, chewing on my lip while I awaited Arthur's answer.

"Of course I want to." He smiled, taking my hand in his and squeezing. 

So, I guess I could call that crush my boyfriend now.

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[br1ghtestlight]

zeke and jimmy jr are so fucking stupid. immediately a 10/10 episode just for tankbottoms (tank tops for your bottom™️)

THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID THERES TEARS IN MY EYES..... if anybody ever hurts these boys ever in their lives i dont know what im going to do. probably cry about it

BABYYY ZEKE HES SO ADORABLE 😭😭💕 love how squished his face is. he's Three apples tall snd very very small

Hey guys :D love how she's dropped the "hey jimmy jr!!! ZEKE." thing and started being normal about greeting them. sorry we're not even a minute into the episode i just love these kids so much they're sooo sweet and so stupid. accurate middle schooler representation

jimmy jr and tina talking :') they're buddies. love that he's already explained this tankbottoms idea to tina and she Does Not Like It

HEY GENE BROWN EYES MENTION!!! always love to have rhat confirmed

oh that jimmy pesto impression is UNCANNY. aww why are they fighting they were sorta kinda becoming friends. not really but in my heart they were after the christmas episode and them racing cars together

"aahh im bored' oh so he's literally just gay? is that what this is?

JIMMY PESTO SAYING ITS BEEN SLOW AT HIS PLACE LATELY LMAO i wonder why that could be!! surely no real world events coincided with that happening!!!!

jimmy pesto is so stupid i missed him so much. i missed ur stupid stupid handsome face SO MUCH u idiot. kisses him

YOU GET ONE PACK OF RATS COVERED IN ROACHES 😭

love how he's Literally just trying to be friends with bob and bob is like. can you leave? could you please leave?? there's something going on here not even gay people have a word for. this is a brand new type of interaction

"our rats and roaches dont get along" "aah well you're lucky"

"right that was ALMOST a normal conversation but you're you soo you said that" *fart noise* "THATS YOU" why is jimmy literally the equivalent of a boy teasing a girl he has a crush on on the playground bcuz he likes her and doesnt know how to show it. what is their PROBLEM

aww louise reading the burobu magazine 🥺🥺💕 sorry this is relevant to a fanfic im working on. also love these new views of the playground thats also great to have (also for the same fanfic) (there's a lot going on in this fanfic)

jimmy jr is so fucking stupid and literally my baby boy. ACTUAL love of my life. he's so dumb <3

"teatherball? oh my god. another TB" there's literally zero braincells in that boys head this is already one of my favorite jimmy jr episodes. also zeke getting jealous that tina is spending time around a boy who hates zeke?? kinda cute. he liiiikes her :) i think he's also just terrified of will but i think he's also a little jealous maybe. zeke contains multitudes

"I just, uh, don't want to have fun... like that. With a bunch of balls in my mouth."

"Fine. Some people are just more open to new ideas."

presenting this conversation with no context. AND jimmy pesto being gay in the background bcuz of course he would be

okay well im already assuming this b plot is gonna go in the direction of jimmy pesto copying bob bcuz business has been slow for him and he thinks bob is generally a better cook so if he copies him maybe he'll get more business too. which is ADORABLE and reminds me so much of the christmas episode where jimmy pesto recommended bob's food bcuz it was so good. also if jimmy thinks that bob is copying his business FJDMDJFKDKDSJ reminds me of a past episode i cant remember the name of but like better.... bcuz they're gay and stupid

gene is a sweet boy <3 sweet song and moment. love that him and louise are just always hanging out together

ohh jimmy jr he's so sweet 😭 he loves zeke so much its adorable. i know there's nothing anybody could do or say to make him stop loving zeke or wanting to be his friend and its actually really cute. he's been great in this episode

"My sweet best friend. My sweet, sweet Zeke..."

love jimmy jr being just as heartbroken over somebody being mean to zeke as i am FJDMDJDKSKS he's literally DEVASTATED by this news. who would bully zeke he's literally a baby? just a baby boy??

"I don't like bullies. And I especially don't like them at our school. And in our sister's grade. I mean, what if he makes Tina pee and embarasses her? She's already fighting an uphill battle."

louise is both very sweet and protective and also VERY funny lmao SHES ALREADY FIGHTING AN UPHILL BATTLE

love jimmy jr louise and gene's dynamic in this episode. they care so much about their babies (zeke and tina) its cuuute

"i feel bad for zeke too but i just dont think aggression is the answer" coming from the kid who got his ass beat by a nine year old. on MULTIPLE occasions

love mort ordering the burger of the day like he has a gun pointed at his head FJDMDKDKSKSS also mort and teddy getting along!! yay!!!! big win for the tedmort shippers in the fandom

"Zeke... I just want you to know that I'm here for you and I care about you." when did jimmy jr get all emotionally mature??

WOLLY BULLY

"I get why you wouldn't want to tell me, because I'm one of the cool kids..." gonna need a citation for that one jimmy jr

if there's one thing louise is gonna do its ignore EVERYBODY telling her not to do something for revenge and do it anyway. like girl u gotta know when to let something go i know you're protective but FJDMSKSDKDK

"whats going on down there" dont even worry about it rudy

i love school episodes they're so silly. still a 50/50 chance zeke WAS the bully vs being bullied and this is a misunderstanding but either way this is very fun and i love seeing all the kids hanging out at recess and lunch etc

tina has had like three lines total in this episode where IS that girl

"i was the bully" yeah i figured since this episode still has half the runtime left and no other possible way this conflict could go LMAO but on that note its kinda sweet that he's made friends and a life for himself at wagstaff and he's not mean to kids anymore. he's a good kid in his heart & he always was

NOT THE APPLE JUICE 😭😭💔

not tina crushing on will in the background.... its not ur episode girl get outta here

"i can see that" rudy is there something you'd like to share with the class 🤨🏳️‍🌈

"SORRY me spraying juice on you wasn't bullying! That was just an accident." POOR GENE he's so worried about upsetting someone or hurting their feelings

BABY ZEKE COMPILATION TJIS IS A BIG MOMENT FOR ME gonna need to screenshot this after bcuz he's so small. maybe the smallest boy in the whole entire world

"i was always the new kid and it wasn't easy making friends" 😭😭💕 AND NOW HE HAS TINA AND JIMMY JR GENE LOUISE RUDY and even tammy and jocelyn (kinda sorta) and he doesnt need to be nervous anymore..... he has a home and he's never going to leave. sorry brb im crying i love zeke and their littlr friend group so much

BETWEEN THAT AND MY IMPULSE CONTROL ISSUES I JUST STARTED WRESTLING KIDS sorry zeke is many things but he is NOT smart thats why him and jimmy jr are two peas in a pod. not a braincell between them

HE JUST HAD A LOT OF NERVOUS ENERGYYYY okay adhd zeke is literally canon now. to me. like i dont care what the episode says thats true now in my heart they basically said it

and then i kept trying to make them laugh :( zeke noo he's such a sweetheart and a good kid. he never had anybody who LIKED him before who really saw him for who he was until jimmy jr and their friend group. sobbing. I HAD A GROUP OF FRIENDS AND A NICKNAME IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I FELT LIKE I REALLY BELONGED....... CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP ETC

ive been told i have the perfect neck for headlocks. okay thank you rudy

jimmy jr is soo emotionally mature and thoughtful in this episode. TINA WHAT ON EARTH R U DOING IN THIS EPISODE she didnt even react to zeke's story bro. its so over

like a little italian squirrel :)

"Linda's right, Bob. And my therapist would say that you should focus on your own happiness and not compare it to other people's."

"Your therapist is an IDIOT!"

"You take that back, Bob! Do not speak of Doctor Marjorie that way. That woman has put up with SO MUCH in her life! The balls haven't always rolled her way!"

😭😭??? this was so funny lmao. also love how casually teddy mentions his therapist (throughout the entire show!! she was mentioned in his first appearance) and how normalized it is. like yeah he has a therapist and he has mental health issues & trauma and its just something he casually mentions

also mort always talks about ordering the soup at bobs burgers but we've NEVER seen soup on the menu or anybody else eating soup there what is up with that?? does bob make the soup especially for mort??? what is going on there. so many unanswered questions

"Look I don't know what THIS is..." *gestures vaugely to bob and jimmy pesto* Thats literally exactly how i feel whenever i watch an episode with them now. i dont know what the hell is going on between them and quite frannkly thats none of my business!!!

"im not SHRIEKING!!!!" he shrieked

"Zeke! Listen. We've all done things we're not proud of. I used to tell Andy and Ollie that there was actually only one of them. It messed with them for weeks. The point is... we recognize our mistakes and we learn from them. It's how we grow."

ONE we got a big brother jimmy jr mention HELL YEAH‼️‼️ love him tormenting andy and ollie he's such a terrible big brother (affectionate) and TWO in my head this is kinda jimmy jr apologizing for how he's fucked over tina in the past?? maybe im literally delusional about them but him admitting he's done things he isnt proud of and that he's hurt people before. cmon. thats gotta be about tina right. just lie to me at this point

JIMMY JUNIOR LMAOO he's literally so silly in this episode im obsessed with him

WHAT THE HELL WILL??

did zeke make fun of will for being a dancer lmfao thats why he wanted jimmy junior to leave right. he doesnt want jj to hate him

HE MADE FUN OF MY LISP 😭😭 no thats literally actually worse bcuz jimmy junior's lisp is soo. god. but zeke loves jimmy jr so much i know he would never do that to him. he literally LOVES that boy so goddamn much

YOUR LIPS FJDMDDJDKDKDD THEY LOOK FINR TO ME. somebody needs to sedate me im gonna become a jimmy jr fan account after this episode

JIMMY JR NOOOOOOOO ZEKE LOVES U HES UR BEST FRIEND. if they stop being friends after this episode im killing myself. like it would be so over for me. couldnt live after that theyre besties. theyre BESTIES

imagining if this was jimmy jr instead of will and actually literally crying real tears over it

I DONT EVEN THINK I WANT TO DO TANKBOTTOMS WITH YOU ANYMORE. thats literally worse than divorce whats even the point

"I mean, a lot of people don't know this but I have a speech impediment."

"Huh."

"Really?"

"Ooh I never noticed..."

"Yeah. I worked through a lot of it but sometimes it still shows up."

love this dumbass autistic boy. he's my sweetheart angel i would die for him 1000 times over and over

I THOUGHT TINA WAS GONNA ASK ZEKE TO SHOW HIS BUTT SAYING "I mean you could...." i was like ooohkay tina sure. okay

aww bob is so smart. and cool

JIMMY JR HOLDING ZEKES BACKPACK FOR HIM sorry idk why i thought that was so cute. gonna need a screenshot of that

LOVE GENE AND LOUISES EXPRSSSIONS IN THIS SCENE sorry okay im paying attention to their gay little fight too ig

AWWW HAHA ZEKE IS SUCH AN OLDER BROTHER this scene is so cute. him teasing gene and louise <3

THIS EPISODE WAS SOO ADORABLE OMG i loved jimmy jr in this episode and his friendship with zeke. maybe my favorite episode this season?? its hard to say bcuz all of them have been so enjoyable and good but i love school setting episodes and zeke is such a good character. the subplot was also really good w/ jimmy pesto although i will NOT be letting bob forget what happened between them in the christmas episode and when he brought jimmy pesto his pain meds. he might forget but i will NOT. they were seriously for real gay there

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review #10/10 episode loved it 😁

[thebluestbluewords]

Polyshipweek 2023 Day 2: Huddling For Warmth

Rotten ot4, only this prompt got wildly out of control and I didn’t get to the ot4 part yet. So right now it’s just Jay/Mal and the larger poly relationship is implied. No word count for today because we are going directly from notes app to tumblr. Yay writing! +

“F-uu-ck y-you,” Mal grits out, trying to keep the shivers out of her voice. “I’m f-f-fine. I don’t need you to baby me like I’m some kind of pathetic princess. I can keep myself warm.” 

“Sure you can, killer,” Jay agrees, still pulling his own crusty pile of blankets closer. “But it’s cold as balls outside, and we don’t have heat anymore after somebody decided to try and light the building on fire, so if you don’t mind too much, I’d like to wake up alive, and not frozen to a popsicle.” 

Mal’s shivering so hard she can’t muster a comeback to that, which is really all the invitation that Jay seems to need to just insert himself into her space. 

The body heat doesn’t register for a moment, because Mal’s body is wrapped in so many layers that nothing but the cold can get through. 

Then the idea of warmth hits, and Jay is working his way through her layers, twisting them up and out of the way so he can shove inside with his own, wrapping them both in the layers of old worn-out fabric that make it over to the isle. They don’t get many proper blankets, because they don’t get much of anything, but they get enough shitty fabric to piece together a decent quilt, and Mal’s status as her mother’s daughter means that she’s got a single heavy fleece blanket as her foundation layer, which Jay peels back with a contented sigh.  “You’re letting the cold in,” Mal complains, but it’s halfhearted because he’s also letting his own little pocket of warmth in, and it’s so far from the cold that she’s been feeling that it’s worth the momentary exposure. “Get in quicker.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jay says, pulling his own blankets along with himself into their little nest. “I’m going as fast as I can, little dragon. Do you want our heads covered too?” 

The blankets smell like sweaty teenager and mildew, but the warmth of their breath will help fill the space. 

“Yes.” Mal decides. They can take them off later, when they need the line of sight again. 

“Sure,” Jay agrees, easily, pulling the top corner of his blanket over both of their heads. There’s a hole in the corner. There’s not much light in the attic of their abandoned warehouse, so it’s not like there’s some dramatic single piece of light filtering through to frame Jay’s face and make him look like some handsome storybook prince. Not like Mal would want that anyway. Isle kids make do, and they don’t wish that somebody would come along with money and power and resources to sweep them away. “Better than being cold, right?” 

“You’re crushing my legs,” Mal complains

It’s marginally warmer together, at least. Jay’s right about that. “I’m not sure if your body heat is worth being crushed half to death.” 

"It totally is," Jay sighs, and tips his head down so that his forehead is resting against Mal's, their faces smashed half together in the small warm space of their blankets. "Not freezing to death is the most worth it." 

Mal wiggles until her leg pops free of Jay's weight. It's not like he's exactly heavy (it's not like any of her crew gets enough food to really be considered heavy) but he's bigger than her, and she's been trying to push any extra scraps she gets at him. It's more useful to have one of them most-of-the-way healthy than all of them starving together. 

It's easy to tip her head to the side, to brush their lips together. Jay's breath is hot, but his mouth is still cold from the frigid air in the warehouse they've been calling home for the last few months. They don't kiss often, because caring about people is how you get attached, and attachment can be a point of weakness that none of them can afford, but sometimes a little kissing can be okay. They can afford that. They can work together to get more than they could apart, and they can share body heat, because it's better to survive together than to die alone, even if it is what their parents would consider a weakness. 

Speaking of their parents, Mal should really stop by her mother's castle sometime. The old stones there get cold, and maybe if she's lucky, the old bat will have frozen to death, and Mal'll be able to grab some more of her things before the spell kicks in and defrosts her again. 

"D'you think--" Jay starts, and then stops when Mal bites him. 

"What." Mal whispers, mouth right up against his, teeth sharp and not quite bloody. 

Jay makes a strangled noise that might be a groan. "D'you think that the others are surviving the night?" he whispers. "It gets cold. In the castle. And--" 

"We don't have the layers to go out and get your boyfriend," Mal says softly. "We can't. If we go outside in this we'll freeze, or even if we do make it up to their street, we don't have a way of getting in. I can't climb the vines up to Evie's window in this kind of cold. My hands will get too stiff to grip the vines, and that's if they're not too cold and brittle to hold me up. We can't get into the castle through the main door without being caught, and the same goes for the manor. If we leave here, we're more likely to freeze than we are to actually help them. We can't leave without making things worse." 

"I know," Jay whispers, like maybe if he keeps his voice low, it won't be true. "But Evie's tower doesn't have a fireplace, M." 

Evie's tower gets cold in the winter, hot in the summer, and barely tolerable in between. She's got even less body fat than the two of them, and the thought of Evie shivering through the night alone isn't an image that Mal wants to linger on. "She has blankets. And-- and her mother isn't stupid. They might've moved into the main hall for tonight." 

"Maybe," Jay agrees. "But maybe not." 

"We can't do anything about it. Not without risking our own lives, and I'm not about to freeze myself on the off chance that we can get in and help the others." 

Jay nods, the motion small and tight in the cramped space under their shared blankets. It's notably warmer with the two of them together, and Mal's face almost has all of the feeling back in it again. "Freezing to death sucks." 

Mal's never done it before. "Yeah," she agrees anyway. There's really no comfortable way to die on the Isle. The spell around the island always brings you back before too long, but the hangover you get from dying is worse than what you'll get from a night drinking the pirate's bathtub homebrew. "If we could save them, we would. But it's stupid to go out and freeze ourselves too and leave all of us vulnerable." 

Jay breathes, and Mal can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, against her lips, and she shivers from the heat of it. It's not fair that they get to share this, and leave Evie and Carlos out on their own to deal with the cold, but there's precious few options available to them, and it's not worth trying to be heroes and save them when it means sacrificing themselves. They're villains, raised and trapped with other villains, and there's no point in trying to be better than what they've been raised to be. 

“We're going to pick them up in the morning," Jay says, and there's something solid in his voice that makes Mal want to argue. She's never met a rule she didn't want to break, after all. "I'm going. With or without you." 

Mal breathes, and then tries not to breathe too deeply anymore, because they've started to actually warm up now and their blankets could really, really use a wash. "Agreed. Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun comes out and starts defrosting things, we go and get them." 

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #polyshipweek23 #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #its rotten ot4 I swear!! I just…..it got wildly out of hand and I didn’t get to the rest of it yet #the goal is 3 chapters (one for Jay/Mal one for Carlos/Evie and one for the full ot4) #but this is a week for write first think later so we’ll see how far we get lmao

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

Rainy London Nights

Requested By:  Nobody! I wrote this one by myself because Q needs more love!

Warnings: The reader and Q kiss, but that’s really it lol

Genre: Fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort if you squint

Prompt: None

Author’s Note:

not much to say really! I just adore Q and if anybody wants to request something for him I’d love to answer, i love writing for Q sm.

Word Count: 1494

If you’d known that this mission would be so exhausting, you’d never have accepted it in the first place.

You kept repeating these angry words to yourself as you traipsed through the dark streets of London, pulling your jacket over your frozen skin and pushing back against the biting wind that threatened to push you over at any time. God, you hated being a 00 Agent sometimes. You loved your job… Most of the time, there were just some missions that couldn’t be completed without a great deal of effort and pain on your side. One thing you did really like about your job, however, was your resident Quartermaster, you had no idea what his name was, and you doubted that you would ever be able to find out, so instead you simply called him Q.

In recent months of working with the slightly awkward young man, you’d grown to become quite attached to him, possibly more attached than was allowed for a 00 like yourself, it was generally considered dangerous for 00s to even be in relationships with people from the outside work, yet here you were, crushing on somebody from your own damn office.

You moved your hand over your eyes drearily as you continued on through the, now practically empty, London streets, and groaned as you felt a drip on the side of your face.

Then another.

And another, the drips slowly turned into heavy rain, and you began to wish even more that you were at home, in bed, snuggled up with your dog. Only a few more streets to go, Y/N. You reassured yourself, then you can debrief M on your mission, and then you can go home. The idea of your warm bed was enough to pull you through the last legs of the walk, and you finally pushed open the doors to the MI6 headquarters.

You realised that you had to pass through your Quartermaster’s office before you could reach M, so you decided to pull out your very dead phone, and use the reflection of the black screen to fix your hair and see how much damage had been done to your makeup.

Thanking God that you didn’t look too similar to a raccoon, you reached the doors to Q’s offices, pushing the glass door open and stepping inside, having an internal conflict with yourself about whether you actually wanted Q to be there or not.

“Ah, 003, you’ve returned!” You looked up from the floor, making direct eye contact with the man who had been taking up your thoughts for the previous months. You nodded, smiling half-heartedly, and watched his expression turn to one of concern as he took in your appearance.

“My God, 003, you look terrible.” He remarked, pulling away from his computer and making his way over to you. You scoffed quietly, glancing around, only to see that nobody else was left in the office apart from Q, you turned back towards the man.

“How kind, Q, thank you.” His face immediately flushed red, and you just chuckled as you watched him panic to explain himself, in response to which you moved your hand up to squeeze his shoulder lightly, and grinned, the first proper smile on your face in a few days.

“It’s fine, I understood what you meant, don’t worry.” You reassured him, sticking your hand back in your pocket and repressing a shiver at the cold, wet feeling.

“Right, I’m still sorry, though… But, I mean, seriously, you look frozen to the bone, 003, are you alright? I think there’s a towel around here somewhere…” He began looking around, and this time it was your turn to blush over the fact that he was taking such concern in your wellbeing.

“I’m alright, Q.” You smiled, watching him as he turned towards you, and began walking closer, he narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to your forehead. “You’re definitely freezing, and I don’t like how pale your skin has gotten, so I find it a matter of importance that I find you something to at least dry you off.” He confirmed, nodding to himself and going back to what he was doing. “I have to get to M to deliver this debrief, Q, it can’t wait…” You attempted to protest, but the other man just shook his head, pulling a key out of his desk and walking past you, towards a door, presumably hiding a storage closet behind it.

“No, actually, M went home about an hour ago, so you’re stuck here, unfortunately.” Q made a small triumphant noise as he pulled an old fire blanket out from the closet, and shut the door behind him as he turned towards you again, you simply stood there, staring at him in disbelief (and hurt).

“M went home?” You asked him incredulously, and he simply nodded, walking over to you and pulling the fire blanket out of its protective bag. You scoffed angrily, you had walked all the way over here just to give M this debrief only to find out that he had gone home? You flexed your hands, as Q cleared his throat.

“Sorry you had to find out now that you’re here, 003.” He told you, and the sincere tone in his voice lessened your anger, as you remembered that it wasn’t Q that you were angry at, so you simply sighed, pulling your jacket off, and placing it down on the floor beside you, Q put his hand out towards you and smiled, you took it hesitantly, thanking him quietly before running it over your hair and face, hating the texture, but adoring the relief it gave you from not feeling so soaked anymore.

Once you had finished drying your hair, Q took the blanket back, and threw it in the small bin next to his desk, before turning back to you and shrugging at your confused face.

“What? It’s not exactly very useful now, is it?  And besides, we have more.” He reasoned, shrugging, and you just laughed, shaking your head and running your hand through your hair.

“You… have a lovely laugh.” 

You stared, wide-eyed, at the man in front of you, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks and nose, you didn’t know if you’d even heard him right, so you asked him to repeat what he had said.

“I said, you have a lovely laugh, 003.” He smiled, but you could see the panic hidden behind his eyes as he waited for your response, and you burst into a smile.

“Thank you, Q.” You said genuinely, and watched as he seemed to tense a little.

“Of course!” He nodded, before sticking his hands in his pockets in glancing up at the clock behind you, he gasped lightly at the time before moving his gaze back to you.

“I’m going to head home, I’d be happy to give you a lift back to your place, if you like.” He offered, kindly, and your breath caught in your throat at the idea.

“That would be amazing, actually, thank you!” You nodded, and followed him out into the rainy carpark.

The ride home was a short one, filled with comfortable chatter between you and the Quartermaster, and you honestly felt a little bit sad when you reached your apartment complex, but you turned to Q and thanked him nonetheless, and smiled gratefully at him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Q, thank you.” You confessed, running your hand through your, now relatively dry, hair. He simply nodded and swallowed, glancing away as though he had something he wanted to say, you reached for the handle of the car, and he stopped you, placing his hand on your arm.

“003, er, Y/N…” He paused, it felt strange but good to hear him use your name, and you smiled a little more at it, nodding your head to gesture for him to continue.

“I was, er, well, I was wondering if you would maybe consider going on a… date with me? At some point? It can be any time or day, and anywhere- I also understand if you don’t want to, though!” Q rambled, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat as he went through every possible scenario as to what you could say, you laughed softly, placing your hands on top of Q’s, which made him turn to stare at you with wide eyes, waiting for what you were about to say.

“I would love to, Q. I’ll see you tomorrow at 8, you can come over and I’ll make dinner for us both, how about that?” You squeezed his hand lightly, and he simply nodded, slightly dumbfounded at your composure, and you leaned towards him, kissing his cheek happily, before pulling the door handle and exiting his car.

As you walked back through the rain and up the stairs to your apartment, you felt a giddy feeling, maybe this mission wasn’t so terrible, after all.

#q x reader #james bond q #quartermaster #james bond x reader #quartermaster x reader #x reader #reader insert #hurt/comfort #fluff

[hairstevington]

“Who looks like a better kisser?”

Steddie/Ronance (fluff, playful banter, teasing, flustered Steve)

Author’s Note: This is just a cute random one shot about my favorite gays. Probably gonna start writing about the fruity four a lot just because I’m obsessed with the dynamic lmao

“Why does it even matter?” Robin whined, collapsing on the couch next to Nancy. She had just returned from a long shift and was immediately bombarded by Eddie and Steve playfully arguing over a bunch of bullshit, as they usually did.

“It doesn’t, I’m just trying to prove a point, here.” Eddie said. Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips.

“How long have they been at this?” Robin whispered to Nancy.

“Too long.” Nancy responded, sipping her drink and handing it to Robin so she could have some as well. “You can’t tell if somebody is a good kisser just by looks alone, guys. Can we drop this?”

“You totally can, and I will not. Which of us looks like they’d be better?” Eddie repeated.

“This is dumb.” Robin sighed. “And we’re not really the girls you should be asking.”

“Oh, I think you’re exactly the girls we should be asking.” Steve argued. “You’re unbiased.”

“I mean, are we? Considering you and Nancy-”

“Robin! Can we not?” Nancy hissed.

“Hey, I’m just saying maybe it would be helpful in deciding!” Robin laughed, kissing the annoyance off Nancy’s face.

“The question was who LOOKS like a better kisser, not who IS a better kisser. Steve and I dating is irrelevant.” Nancy concluded.

“Ouch, you hear that Harrington?” Eddie teased.

“I’m going to strangle you.” Steve said playfully.

“Pretty please?” Eddie smirked. Steve blushed so hard he nearly passed out.

“Gross, you guys.” Nancy commented, taking another sip of her drink.

“My bet’s on Eddie!” Robin decided.

“Really, Robin? After everything we’ve been through?” Steve joked.

“Sorry.” Robin, shrugged. “Remember when Billie said your lips looked too wet?”

“That doesn’t count, I had just chugged like a gallon of water.” Steve argued.

“Hold up, you and Hargrove?” Eddie asked, intrigued.

“Steve!! Are you serious?” Nancy interjected, her eyes bulging.

“No, no, no. Billie Jenkins. When would Hargrove and I have had time to flirt? After I hit him with that car?” Steve replied.

“Well, you did say you were in the school shower together that one time…” Robin insinuated. Eddie’s face lit up as he played along enthusiastically, gasping.

“Steve! Was I not your first guy crush?”

“Shut up, I did not have a thing for Billy Hargrove.” Steve spat at them.

“I mean, you were kind of obsessed with him when he first transferred.” Nancy revealed.

“Oh my god! Why is everybody ganging up on me right now?” Steve shouted.

“Because you look so cute when you’re flustered.” Eddie said, running his hands through Steve’s hair. “Nancy, come on, what’s your answer?”

“Who do I have to vote for in order to end this conversation?” Nancy remarked, dryly. The group laughed, then waited expectantly for her answer. “Fine. Based on looks alone, and not including any information I’ve since come to know about either of you…Eddie. It’s Eddie.” Robin and Eddie cheered.

“You guys are dead to me.” Steve uttered, pointing at the loved ones around him.

“If it’s any consolation, Steve, you are an amazing kisser!” Nancy insisted.

“Don’t pity me, Nance.” Steve dismissed.

“No, she’s telling the truth. When we first started dating I asked her about it.” Robin added. Steve’s glance darted towards her, confused. “What? I was curious!”

“Girls really do talk about everything, huh?” Eddie replied, amused. “Steve, babe, don’t worry about it. I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw your pretty face. Honest to god.”

“So what was the point of all this then?” Steve asked.

“Oh, I’m just an asshole.” Eddie smirked, putting his arm around Steve and pulling him close. “So, movie time?”

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[purplesurveys]

1721

Who owns the computer you are on?  This laptop is mine.

What is your first childhood memory?  Waking up in a Winnie the Pooh tent that my parents set up for me and my sister in their bedroom so we can experience 'camping.' I was around 3, my sister 1.

Ever been in love?  I have been.

Are you in love now?  Nope.

Look left: What do you see? My phone and my merch shelves.

Look right: What do you see?  My drawer and work station.

Can you say the alphabet backwards?  I have tried it many times but never succeeded. I never bothered to memorize it either haha.

Ever had a long-distance relationship?  No, never tried and not interested in that setup.

Ever had an online relationship?  Friendships only, not an entire romantic relationship altogether.

Would you ever do it/do it again?  I don't think I'm cut out for online friendships anymore. I feel life is now too busy to keep up with them, plus after experiencing my previous online friendships fade out for no reason I don't really want to go through losing friends like that again.

What do you hear right now?  Seoul by RM.

Do you like scary movies?  They're fine but I've mostly grown out of the hype horror films, like Scream and Paranormal Activity. I'd prefer those with a more ~artistic flair to them, like Midsommar.

Ever gotten a prank phone call?  I don't think so. I don't pick up if I don't recognize the number anyway.

What was the last thing you had to drink?  Coffee.

Who is the most annoying person you know?  I don't find anyone in my life at the moment annoying.

If you were one of Snow White’s seven dwarfs, which one would you be?  Probably Doc.

How much sleep did you get last night?  Around 6 to 7. I stayed up late to start this K-drama called DP but had to wake up fairly early to get ready for Sunday mass.

Have you ever kissed the same gender?  I have.

Do you get aroused by anything unusual?  I guess. I don't know? I'm pretty mild so what's adventurous to me might generally not be considered that at all haha.

When was the last time you were angry, and why?  Friday because the traffic was so fucking gross. We stayed in the same spot for, what was it, 45 minutes? It was unbelievable. There wasn't even an accident – it was just what felt like the entire metro's population being in that road at that moment. I felt really bad for my driver and just gave a bigger tip when he dropped me off.

Are you a romantic?  I can be.

Would you ever own a poodle?  I love them, but I don't see myself owning one.

What’s your best friend’s favorite color?  I'm actually not sure. :( I'll guess white.

What color was your senior prom dress?  My *junior prom dress was beige. When I got invited to be someone's date for another school's senior ball, though, I wore a blue gown.

Who’s your favourite voice actor?  Will Arnett as Bojack Horseman.

Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? If you’re an introvert, do you feel like you live in a world built for extroverts?  I'm extroverted these days and yes, I feel like the world is wired like that to begin with.

Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day?  BTS.

If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better?  I do. When the work stress becomes too much, I often go downstairs just to sit with the dogs. We don't have to play (although they do always hand me their toys so we can play fetch haha, which I gladly accept), and being with them on the floor is enough. Yes, it always makes me feel better especially when I see them do that smiling face at me.

What did you get the last time you went out for fast food?  Nuggets, triple cheeseburger without pickles and ketchup, fries.

How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had in 2014?  I wasn't seeing anyone in 2014, but that was the time I was beginning to develop something more than a crush on somebody.

What would you tell to your eighth grade self?  That's freshman year of high school...I'd told her to hold on. To stick around, because life is going to feel great in time even though if it means losing a few important people during the ride. I would also tell her that I would end up passing algebra so don't worry too much about the failing grades hahaha. I was so bad at math at the time!!!!!!!

Can you curse around your parents?  For the most part we do and they don't mind it anymore, but what's funny to me is that they can easily ignore the English swear words but throw a goddamn gasket when we curse in Filipino hahah.

What does your mom say about the pictures on your Tumblr?  They don't know my Tumblr.

What was the last thing you and your parents argued about?  Not sure. Hasn't happened in a while.

Would you tattoo someone’s name on your body?  The most I would be willing to do are initials.

Do you believe “Once a cheater, always a cheater?”  Well no, but I also would never trust a cheater again.

Think back to the last person you kissed. How many times have you cried in their arms?  Lots.

What’s an interesting fact about you that not many people know?  I have a scar by my eyebrow because a cousin thought it was funny to get me blind by having a glass jar flying towards my face; this happened when I was 4. Luckily he missed. I also have not seen him since because my mom refuses to go to any gathering if he's going to be there, which tbh I agree with.

If you had the chance to move to a completely different state/country, would you?  Absolutely.

Do you currently feel any sadness?  Maybe not sadness? Just nerves, which is normal for my Sunday evenings.

Do you ever feel like people use you?  No.

Can you sleep with your eyes open?  How does that even happen? Lmao no.

Last kiss, when and who:  Three years ago with somebody who's not worth looking back on.

Northernmost state you’ve been to:  We don't have 'states,' but I have been to Batanes which is the northernmost province we have in the country. I'm pretty sure it's closer to Taiwan than it is to Manila, which I've always found cool.

Turning 21 was (will be):  Not really exciting. I'm pretty sure my ex and I even fought that day.

Think you’ll live to be 100?  Seeing my family's track record, no. Not that I feel any crisis towards this – I go when I go.

What does the shirt you are wearing look like?  It's a black sleeveless turtleneck.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily?  The entire crew of Good Mythical Morning. They can be so unhinged and I just feel like I can easily catch up with their occasionally fucked up humor hahaha.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you start going gray?  Probably for a certain amount of time. I'd let it be at some point.

Who is that last good musician or band you discovered?  SE SO NEON.

What color was the house you grew up in?  It's white with a red roof.

Say something in a foreign language?  Ngayong Linggo, dinala ko ang aking mga aso sa beterinaryo at nanood ng K-drama kasama ang aking kapatid. This Sunday, I brought my dogs to the vet and watched a K-drama with my sister.

What is something you enjoy learning about?  Social culture/history of different countries.

What is a weather type that you like that not many others do?  RAIN.

How important is music in your life?  I mostly tune in to destress, not much for anything else.

Do you ever get mad at people for not having the same opinion as you (i.e. Abortion being wrong/right, meat-eating being wrong/right)?  Depends on the opinion, but based on your examples no. I can just be pretty sensitive about a few other things.

If you like to take pictures, what is your motivation?  I like to keep memories.

What are some weird things about you?  I know not liking fruits is viewed as strange.

Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice?  So many people. I can't deny the stereotype that Filipinos are good at singing and can make anywhere a concert hahaha.

Would you ever wear snake-skin pants, or other animal clothing?  No.

Do you like to have your own space? Are you independent?  I'm both.

If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her?  I feel like they've answered everything that needs to be answered at this point... maybe, "When do you think you'll realize you're finally completely satisfied?" or "What will make you realize you're satisfied with what you've done?" something of that sort.

Do you think video games cause people to become violent?  It can to a point but it also shouldn't be generalized like so. I grew up blowing up people on GTA but turned out fine hahaha.

What was the last word you learned?  'Stachion.' That thing used in events to help line people up haha.

[shayyprasad]

seven minutes | peter parker

don't know how i feel about this

it’s like angsty but fluffy and it has a good ending (ish) so-

summary: you and peter get shoved into a closet together, but it doesn’t go the way you thought it would.

warnings: crying? maybe cursing, mentions of sex, kissing/making out

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.2+ words

why were you here? why on earth did you think this would be a good idea?

here you were, at some high school party with you best friend. and you know, it would be more bearable if your best friend hadn’t disappeared in a room somewhere to fuck with some guy she just met.

but what can you do?

and, it’s crazy, on top of it all, you’ve been pulled into a games of seven minutes.

so, and you can’t stress this enough, why were you here?

you heard laughing and screaming, and it was only then that you registered the fact that the bottle had landed on you.

oh god.

“hah! poor y/n, stuck in a room with penis parker.”

“pen—?” ohhh. peter parker.

oh.

peter parker.

you cheeks heated up slightly and you could feel your whole face burn. your heart jumped at the thought of being with peter in a small closet for seven whole minutes with him. okay, so maybe this party wouldn’t completely suck?

turning your head to look at him, you tried reading his face. it was blank and it seemed… it seemed like he was disappointed. or that he would be literally anywhere else but here. you stood up anyways, walking over to said closet, peter en-suite.

you were barely in when flash and some other kid slammed the door close, causing you to flinch.

peter stayed, and you noticed this, as far away as possible from you as he could. he was pushed up against the wall, hands tucked behind him. you turned on the flashlight on your phone, putting it face down on the floor to illuminate the closet. you sat down on the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest quietly.

after you were somewhat settled in, you looked over to peter. his lips were pressed together, and he was looking at the ground.

you did a quick breath check, just… just in case.

but it did not, at all, seem like he wanted to kiss you. or be here with you in general.

“um, hi,” you tried, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“hey.”

after a moment, “sorry.”

peter glanced at you, “for what?”

“uh— well, you don’t seem too happy about this. whi-which is fine. that’s fine. obviously, you don’t know me, and i don’t know you. and i don’t have your schedule memorized, because that’s creepy and weird and i should stop talking, right?”

“no, it’s got nothing to do with you. trust me, if i’m in here, i’m glad it’s with you,” he smiled kind of, and your stomach did a little flip.

“i didn’t know you were a party guy.”

he shrugged, “didn’t know you were either. and i’m not.”

“same. i’m here because my friend dragged me here. and then she ditched me.”

“we have so much in common already,” peter joked.

you laughed lightly, “so who’d you come here with?”

“ned. but he left me to go make out with betty.”

“well, peter parker, i’d never leave you to make out with somebody. if that makes you feel better,” you added after a moment.

“thanks. i appreciate that.”

it was quiet again for a moment, and he slid down the closet, mimicking your position.

“five more minutes,” you murmured. “then we can get the hell outta here. not that i don’t wanna be in here with you, because i do, not in a weird way, not really. though, i mean i did come in here half expecting a k— i have a rambling problem.”

he chuckled, and it wasn’t quite a laugh, but you loved the noise anyways.

“ned said i’d feel better if i came and drank a little. i’ve had a shit day, and—” he voice caught on the last part, and your head snapped up.

“i’m sorry. do you wanna talk about it?” you weren’t great at consoling people, but this was peter, so you’d try your best.

and now he was crying. you panicked momentarily, not knowing what to do.

you were stuck in a closet with your crush, who was now crying. this wasn’t how you expected this to go.

“c’mere,” you cooed, pulling him onto your lap. it was slightly awkward given that there wasn’t much room, but you determined to make it work.

they were quiet sobs, and since he was buried into your neck, that made it all the more harder to hear him. not that you wanted to, because the quietness of it didn’t make it more painful. it was that you knew if flash or anyone else heard him, they’d bother him.

you rubbed his back in small circles, just like how your mother would do if you were upset.

“you’re okay, pete. just breath. i’ve got you, i’m right here,” his arms were wrapped tightly around you, and he squeezed your waist slightly at your words.

soon enough, his crying ceased, and he sniffled and pulled away. “god, y/n, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—”

“hey,” you interrupted him, “everyone needs a little cry sometimes. there’s nothing wrong with that. and i bet you feel better now, right?”

peter nodded slowly, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

“you don’t have to tell me anything, but just so you know, i’m always here to listen.”

“thank you. you’re amazing, by the way. if it were anyone else…” he laughed sadly and shook his head.

“flash and all his man-whore friends are jerks. don’t let them get to you.”

he smiled, a real, true, genuine smile, and you couldn't help but relay the action. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

"one minute left," you hummed.

"yeah?" he asked, leaning in a little. "that's just enough time."

"for... what?"

peter tilted his head, eyes flickering to your lips, which you subconsciously touched. "you mean-?"

he wanted to kiss you? peter parker, your crush, wanted to kiss you?

you nodded, leaning in as well, lips parting slightly. yours brushed his and it was... well, it would have been amazing, hadn't you pulled away.

"don't get me wrong, peter, i really do like you. but you're hurting right now, and i don't want to take advantage of you during our first kiss."

he pulled away and grinned like a dork, "i'm okay, promise. i wouldn't do it if i wasn't up to it. also, did you say 'first kiss'? does that imply that there's gonna be more?"

"i- i mean—" i hope so.

"i'm kidding. kind of. i really wanna kiss you. i liked you. a lot. you know, i would have done something before, but i never really had a chance to talk to you, and know i do, so—mmph—!"

you kissed him. right there in a closet. it wasn't at all how you expected your first kiss with him to be (and trust, you had a lot of scenarios planned out) but this was no less great then any of them.

truth be told, you haven't kissed that many people, but this was right. this felt right. out of all the ones you had, which again weren't many, this was the best.

your felt fireworks light up in your chest, and there was a buzz, a high that no alcohol or drug could give you. but then again, kissing peter felt just as addicting.

you heard the door open, and bright, colorful lights shone through the closet. you paid no mind to it and pulled peter closer to to, arms around his neck. peter's hands steadily grasped your waist, and his tongue slipped in your mouth.

"okay, time's up— woah. wow, okay, parker. guys! parker got a— damn!"

a pause.

"g-guys? i said time's up," the door clicked shut, "you know what? there's another closet upstairs."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff #angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #marvel

[surveysand]

forty-two.

What do you do with your plastic grocery bags after you unload your things? save them and use them for trash bags in my small garbage cans.

Are you afraid of being electrocuted? not necessarily, i think it's pretty unlikely to happen.

Have you ever slept in a water bed? no.

What do you think about Britney Spears comeback? i love britney, i hope she's doing well. she's been through such tumultuous times and i really do wish the best for her.

Ever bite your tongue twice in a row while eating something? yes, lol.

Do you cook your own meals or do your parents? myself, considering i live alone.

Did you sleep in or wake up early today? slept in.

How do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period? i don't just because i cramp badly and can't move too well, but i support those who do, lol.

How do you feel about anal sex? i've never done it and don't think i ever will.

Does your ex have a job? i think so? i'm honestly not really sure.

Have you ever slept in a car? yes.

Do you think the drinking age should be lowered to 18? i don't know.

What was the last term of endearment you used (babe, hun, dear, etc)? babe.

What were you doing the last time you were in the bathroom? showering.

Without naming any names, say something to somebody. i wish you listened more.

How often do you use Flickr? never.

Have you ever peed while on the phone? yes.

Have you ever been on a blind date? no.

Do you have a crush on the last person you texted? no.

Have you ever got into an argument with the last person you kissed? yes.

Has anyone made you cry in the last 3 days? no.

Have you ever liked somebody who was nice to you, but horrible to everyone else? no.

Share 3 nice memories you have of the person you fell hardest for. 1. our first time meeting in person. i really fell for him so, so hard.

2. the time he went on a family vacation with me.

3. after something really traumatic happened to me, the way he comforted me was unlike anything else. i will never forget what he did for me.

What did you do yesterday? slept, applied to jobs/followed up on previous applications, took my dog on a walk, and that's about it, lol.

Choose 5 friends, and briefly describe their relationship status. friend one: engaged, friend two: single, friend three: has a partner, friend four: single, and friend five: single.

Have you ever made any of your friends cry? not out of sadness.

Does anyone disgust you? yes.

Is there anything about your life at the moment that you’d like to change? i wish i had a job.

Do you regret anything you’ve done in the last 7 days? yes.

Do you keep a diary? And if you do, has anyone ever read it? no.

What would you do about someone who was sending you mixed messages? i would ask them to be clear with what they wanted and, if they still sent mixed messages, i would end it. i don't do that garbage.

What are the 3 unhealthiest things you’ve eaten most recently? onion rings, brownies, and pasta.

How’s your appetite atm? fine.

Is anything annoying you at the moment? yes, i've been having to transfer my utilities to my new address because i move to a new apartment in a week and it has been so much more difficult than it needs to be.

Out of all the conversations you’ve had recently, which one has made you smile or laugh the most? one that i had with my partner talking about my dog and how much he makes us laugh.

Describe the last situation in which you found yourself feeling awkward. when i was last on the phone with a potential job opportunity.

What makes someone a good friend? someone who understands that we all have our own lives and that, as long as we can pick up where we left off when we see/speak to each other again, the love is still there. someone who isn't afraid to tell it like it is and knows they can confide anything in me and vice-versa.

Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? no.

When was the last time you wanted to laugh, but felt like you couldn’t? a few days ago.

If they decided to stop making chocolate tomorrow, would you care? i'd be fine. i prefer vanilla, anyway.

What’s your relationship with the last person who put their arms around you? my partner.

What were you doing at 4 o'clock this afternoon? making a late lunch, doing surveys, and watching "impractical jokers".

What will you be doing in 30 mins? probably taking a nap.

Was today better than yesterday? a little bit. yesterday was incredibly mundane.

Will tomorrow be better than today? i hope.

[wannaliveattheholidayinn]

fun tag game? fun tag game. ty @janelevy for the tag <3

what book are you currently reading? 

i just finished i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy, so now i'll probably move onto loveless by alice oseman or iron widow by xiran jay zhao

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? 

i,,, genuinely cannot remember going to a single movie in theaters this year. i'm pretty certain i never went into theaters this year. although, now that i'm thinking my local theater did host a viewing of goncharov-

what do you usually wear? 

um,,, mainly,,, like dresses or shirts tucked into skirts. i don't own many "masculine" clothes and i'm just generally more comfy in "feminine" clothes

how tall are you? 

uh,,, 5'2 or 5'3 i think. i'm pretty short. i'm the shortest of my friend group

what’s your star sign? 

gemini !

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i'll go by anything if you clear it with me first. hannah? sure. 04? sure. jamie? sure. stan? sure. munchkin? ... sure, fine [redacted]

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? 

uh,,, so i'm in (community) college now w an undecided major (which funnily enough, i did not want to go to college when i was little), but i'm pretty sure i'm going into education. little me wasn't exactly sure what i wanted to grow up to be, i flip-flopped around a bit, but i clung onto actor for a while so,,, no, not really

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? 

i am very single. i do have a crush on someone (two someones, actually), but i'm scared they'll find my tumblr so they'll remain unnamed. i do also have many crushes on celebrities who have no idea i exist

dogs or cats?

don't make me choose... okay fine, cats

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

oooh i am a fanfic writer (ik, i'm really cool /s), and my favorite fic has got to be this zep fic i wrote (pas de deux) kiss me backstage, in part bc it's just really personal. i'd say my favorite line in it is "She stepped away, wanting to see how he’d react before going. He seemed a little shocked, but slowly, a smile played at the edge of his lips. She smiled and then ran for her life towards the wings, because Jesus, she was late." what can i say, i'm a romantic who spent their final show of dance running to and from the wings

what’s something you would like to create content for?

ooooh um... maybe the west wing or wednesday or the punisher. definitely would like to write something for jessica jones. maybe if i'm feeling daring, derry girls?

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

the west wing. did a rewatch a month or so back bc of hln and i remembered how much i love it. derry girls, abbott elementary, and she-hulk attorney at law have all been taking up considerable space in my head, especially derry girls. also, weirdly, the punisher, which i've only seen one episode and clips of

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? 

... first kill. i tried really hard to like it, but idk there was a lot about it that rubbed me the wrong way and i just couldn't get into it the way i wanted to

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

um,,, it's not very hidden, but i have a pretty good singing voice. idk most ppl on here don't know and it isn't something i talk a lot abt with ppl i don't know... or maybe my hidden talent is the ability to ramble on for any given topic i'm somewhat passionate/invested in for hours on end, which i have done before

are you religious?

i'm not,,, religious, but i am somewhat observant of judaism, and i'd like to be more observant

what’s something you wish to have at this moment? 

um... i guess a friend to hug. idk, i'm kinda sad, i had to leave my family early for the holidays bc my dad caught covid and i just really wanna hug somebody... also, bc we live in a capitalist society, money

tagging @wannabe-etymologist, @pesby, @delphiniumblooms ! obviously, no pressure, if you guys don't wanna participate <3

also open to anyone who sees this and thinks it would be fun to have a go at it <3

#tag games

[versin-surfin-moved]

Starters taken from my Matthew Playlist (4/7)

Taken from my Matthew spotify playlist (which can be found here). You don’t have to know any of the songs to use the starter, don’t worry!

*Please note that the presence of certain artists on this or any of my playlist is not an endorsement of the artists as people or agree with every action they do. There are some artists I know nothing about. The reason any songs are on here are because I like them and think they fit the character.*

Feel free to change pronouns as needed!

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison- My Chemical Romance

“Come with your arms raised high!”

“They’re never gonna catch me”

“Your life will never be the same”

“Say a prayer”

“I'll kiss your lips again”

“They all cheat at cards”

“Nobody cares if you're losing yourself”

“Am I losing myself?”

“I miss my mom!”

“Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen”

“To your room”

“Well, I don’t remember”

“Why remember you?”

“Life is but a dream for the damned”

“I won't go down by myself but I'll go down with my friends!”

Feed the Machine- Poor Man’s Poison

“Here's to the greater good for all”

“Do what you know you should”

“Something's going on, just look around”

“Fear is on the rise”

“Hey! You!”

“Watch it all burn, take them straight to hell”

“It was nice to know ya, we've all been damned”

“Nothing's going on, no need to fear”

“We’re all in this together.”

“We want the same thing as you”

“This will all be over soon”

“We’re all gonna die!”

American Pie- Don McLean

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile”

“Maybe they'd be happy for a while”

“I couldn't take one more step”

“Something touched me deep inside the day the music died”

“This'll be the day that I die”

"Can music save your mortal soul?”

“Can you teach me how to dance real slow?”

“I know that you're in love with him“

“For ten years we've been on our own”

“The courtroom was adjourned”

“Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died?”

“Fire is the devil's only friend”

“The church bells all were broken”

Brain Dead- A New Brain

“I’m brain dead.”

“What a mess I’ve got us into”

“I’m brain dead an goddamned”

“You deserve an explanation”

“I said, you have limitations Darling”

“Don’t be well-bred”

“Life ain’t always happiness and light”

“Everybody’s dancing”

“There’s a bright green thing between your teeth, dear. Please don’t smile.”

“I’m out here hallucinating”

"Kill me if I survive”

Kick Me- Danny Elfman

“Kick me, I'm a celebrity”

“Losers not invited”

“Look, now everybody can see”

“Love me! Love me!”

“I'm a selfish asshole”

“Poverty disgusts me but I'm such a likable guy”

“I do appreciate you as I would a chair”

“You will see how much that you depend on me”

“Fuck me, I'm a billionaire”

“I love the attention”

“I love the attention”

Wine, Women and Song- Harvey Danger

“Wine, women, and song: I tried them all”

“All the baggage I brought wouldn't fit in a mid-size car”

“I should’ve been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image drawn from somebody else's head”

“You can't fool all the people all the time”

“You can always fool a few and feel fine”

“Anyone can crush you”

“Who the hell was I to disagree?”

“Didn't you used to be someone who meant something to me?”

Kiss With a Fist- Florence + The Machine

“You hit me once, I hit you back”

“I set fire to our bed”

"So we remain the same”

“Love sticks”

“Break the lock if it don't fit”

“A kick to the teeth is good for some”

“A kiss with a fist is better than none.”

“I spilled your blood upon the floor”

#memes #rp starter #rp prompt #starter meme #prompt meme #okay to reblog

[spykesdykegf]

hghgh

#wife whispers #i wanna kiss somebody!!!! im yearning!!!!! #but i can't kiss any of the people i want to kiss >.< #which is fine i just. would like to crush on somebody i can kiss #i need to meet some people somehow and hopefully crush on somebody. but it's harder during a pandemic #i'd even be happy to kiss somebody without any expectation of a long term romantic relationship just to see what it's like #but i'd have to be close to them to be comfortable with it like a friend #im just yearning >.< #im 20 and i've never had any kind of physical romantic relationship!! and i've never been on a date in person!! #and i know that's fine but like i want to experience that stuff rn!!!

[shotorozu]

kiss, marry or kill

“your s/o, your girl best friend, and someone hot you work with (can also be celebrity crush)”

in celebration of my birthday 🤩‼️ (again 💀)

character(s): bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

PART TWO

LEGEND: [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns, but only shouto refers to you as his girl best friend, quirk’s not mentioned.

WARNING(S): profanity, a death threat in bakugou’s 💀

note(s): basically— this question has ruined a lot of relationships. so if you were asked this, the person asking is either testing your s/o, or they hate your relationship /hj 🗿 this has been an idea of mine for a while. i saw a tiktok on how somebody’s boyfriend said he’d kill his hot co-worker, kiss his GIRLFRIEND, and marry his girl best friend… like?? hello wtf (there aren’t much nuances, and i changed up who asked the question obviously💀 some are friends with the character, and some aren’t— if that makes sense. also i made things pg in comparison to the tiktok i referenced)

»»————-　♡　————-««

bakugou katsuki

is so fucking insulted, you don’t even know.

↛ like?? why would anyone ask bakugou katsuki this question 😭 out of all things they could’ve asked him… even though katsuki knows better to not answer— because not answering is the only right answer in this situation, he found it incredibly insulting that mineta asked him that in front of you, and thought that he’d pick anyone other than you— in the kiss, and marry part.

↛ so of course he’s going to answer— just not in the way mineta thinks.

“oh bakugou! looks like it’s your turn!” kirishima exclaims, as a result of the bottle pointing at the explosion quirk user.

katsuki only scoffs, and a scowl forms on his face from just imagining his own participation “i am not playing this shitty game.”

“oh, but bakugou—” mineta calls out, “this question is very simple! answering it is as easy as pie!”

his friends around him eye their (not single) hot headed friend nervously “fuck no, i ain’t answering anything from you—”

but mineta asks anyway, “kiss, marry, or kill— your s/o, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? if you don’t have someone hot you work with, that’s fine! celebrity crush works too.”

katsuki takes a long look at you. even though you’re giving him a smile (that he ever so loves to see) which signifies support and reassurance, he can tell— just by the fiddle of your hands, and with the sudden aversion of your gaze, that you’re anticipating an answer.

you trust him, but you’re also curious with what he has to say, and how he’ll outsmart the question. (because it’s not like your relationship with him will end, if he answers incorrectly. but if he does though you doubt it you admit that it’d really painful on your heart)

“kiss Y/N,”

“ooo!” mineta exclaims in fascination, the corners of his lips tugging into an interested grin— that’s definitely not innocent. “that’s so bold of you, bakugou!”

“marry Y/N,”

“wait— that’s not how it works—”

“and kill you.” he says with such snark in his tone, it causes all of their friends in the circle to go dead silent. “what kind of fucking question is that? you wanna die tonight— huh?! is that what’re fuckin’ asking—”

mineta stammers, the concept of his body being found in a ditch and covered in char from the explosions of your boyfriend’s possibility is suddenly increasing by the second— and it makes him tremble in fear. “b—bakugou, it was j-just a question—”

“a stupid one, you dumb fuck!” the pop of explosions against his palm, and bakugou’s sudden approach causes mineta to tremble even harder. “ain’t my answer obvious??—”

“somebody stop him!”

“mineta,” kaminari whines, “why’d you even ask bakugou that?— he’s happily in a relationship!”

“—remember my answer the next time you try your bullshit with me, you dumb bitch!”

todoroki shouto

is confused with the question— because you are all of those three to him.

↛ this isn’t even shouto’s way of evading the question— in fact, he’s not even evading it. shouto just genuinely thinks that you’re all of those things to him. you’re his lover, girl best friend, and someone hot he works with— that’s all, really. his genuine confusion and answers eventually tires out whoever’s asking him this thing— and he’s even more so confused when people try to tell him who’s who in his life. but like bakugou, shouto’s incredibly insulted— when he (eventually) connects the dots, and sees what they’re trying to do with him. he’ll make a sour face and everything once it hits him.

↛ he’s going to answer genuinely, but not in a way that’s going to hurt you. anyway, you have a lot of trust in him.

“todoroki! looks like the bottle landed on you.”

“i still don’t get the mechanics of the game..” he whispers to you in slight panic, but you only give him a thumbs up.

“just answer truthfully,” you say, as you reach down to rub your thumb against the back of his hand, “you got this,”

“anyhow! the burning question— no pun intended,” the girl suddenly says, purposefully choosing to ignore shouto’s interaction with you. “kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? celebrity crush works as a nice substitute.”

the room suddenly goes uncomfortably still, and shouto looks at you in question, with a slight panic in his eyes— but not in the way you think. “do i— do i have to do all of this? like.. with actions?”

“no, shouto. none of it is literal,” you reassure with a nervous smile. you keep in mind that he’s not actually going to do all of this— but still, you hope that his honesty won’t hurt you, or your relationship with shouto. “again, just be honest.”

the corners of his lips are pulled down into a slight frown, “i— i don’t understand..”

“Y/N is my significant other, best friend, and someone hot i work with.. how will i answer this..?”

the girl (with a name he doesn’t know of) that’s asking blinks— slightly annoyed that he didn’t answer in an interesting, and desirable way. “no, todoroki. they’re different people! you can’t choose the same person. isn’t yaoyorozu your girl best friend?”

yaoyorozu whips her head around, “do not pull me into this. we are friends, but not in such a misleading way.”

midoriya looks at the encounter nervously, “i think.. if todoroki-san thinks L/N is all of those things— which, i don’t doubt.. then L/N is that person!”

you silently appreciate yaoyorozu’s interference, and midoriya’s answer. thank goodness he’s such a sweetheart.

“i still stand by what i said,” todoroki says firmly, “i will never be killing Y/N, but i will kiss and marry—”

“again, that’s not how it works—”

“my answer hasn’t changed.”

bakugou gives the person a side eye, “just fucking drop it, holy fuck.”

the girl ended up not getting a definitive answer, much to her dismay. but when shouto found out about the question’s true meaning— he’s insulted.

and he makes sure it’s known very well.

midoriya izuku

knows what the question means— he’s insulted, but he’ll respectfully answer.

↛ the question naturally weirds izuku out— and izuku doesn’t fail to notice how the person asking this question in the first place, has been way too close for comfort. but of course, izuku wouldn’t be himself, if he didn’t give the benefit of the doubt to people— even when they didn’t deserve it. but fear not, it doesn’t take long for izuku to recognize what the question was trying to achieve, and when he notices it— he’s even more insulted than you, honestly. (which says a lot)

↛ izuku contemplates for a bit if he should answer, but he eventually concludes that he should set his foot down, in respect of your relationship with him. but he hates lashing out on people, so he’ll respectfully do it.

izuku didn’t really plan on being a part of this game.

but here he is, sitting beside you in your circle of friends (minus this one person, sora— who is a middle school friend of kaminari’s) with the tip of the bottle pointing at him directly, signifying that it’s his turn to answer.

“alright, dude!” kaminari’s friend smiles with warmth izuku isn’t exactly sure about, “you in a relationship?”

after the question left his mouth, izuku’s cheeks turn into a crimson red, “yes. yes, i am.”

izuku reaches for your hand, signifying that it’s you he’s dating.

“hm, okay. cute!” sora gives a cursory look over you, but acknowledges your relationship nonetheless. “i wonder if you’ll still say the same thing after this question though..”

“huh— why?”

“well— kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other,” sora points at you, “your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? your celebrity crush can be used as a substitute.”

izuku’s fingers fold into a hold, as his hand grabs onto yours for support and reassurance.

“that’s a really bad question,” izuku says, like it’s a matter of fact, “one— i’m in a relationship, so i’m going to kiss and marry Y/N. i don’t know what kind of answer you were looking for, but i’m sorry— you won’t be getting it from me.”

the room goes quiet for a second, and izuku realizes that all eyes are practically on him at the moment— which, he doesn’t mind, but he should conclude his answer.

“oh uh— i know you mean well though! it’s just a silly party question, i know but.. i’m setting my foot down for my relationship. that’s my answer.” he fumbles with your finger tips, “i’m sorry if i made things weird.”

you blink, unable to find the right words to express how you feel— proud, amazement, every single synonym to those words? none of them seem right.

but either way, you’re pleased with his answer.

“oh, no— i’m sorry,” sora sheepishly apologizes, “i didn’t mean to overstep. i was just asking because i saw someone else ask the same question to another person and—”

“you knew damn well what you were doin’—”

“kaachan,” izuku firmly warns, “it’s alright. it’s just a silly party question.”

“midoriya, you’re such a green flag— you don’t even know it..”

shinsou hitoshi

insulted and offended (4) but manages to hide it well. he decided to mess with the person asking’s head though.

↛ growing up to be somewhat in the background, without much attention, and with people cautious of him due to his quirk— allowed him to gain the ability of reading the room, and detecting people’s intentions with him. so, hitoshi immediately knew what monoma was getting at, when he asked him the question. people would think that monoma would be cool with you— because he’s friends with your boyfriend, but nope. monoma’s his friend and all, but there are times where he needs, and wants to defend your honor.

↛ similarly to bakugou, and midoriya— hitoshi knows well not to answer but y’know.. he just wants to make this a little fun, just to prove to monoma that he cannot ask questions with hidden motives, no matter how much he dislikes you.

hitoshi tries his best to conceal his annoyance, as his friend— monoma, asks him probably the dumbest question he has ever asked to this day.

but it must’ve been obvious, as monoma slaps a hand against his back, “c’mon! i know you have an answer! i know how much you like—”

“not just like,” hitoshi reminds,

“right.. i know how much you love Y/N and all, but you have to have a different answer, right, right?!” monoma asks enthusiastically with a nudge of a shoulder

“so, what will it be? you can swap the last part with your celebrity crush, if it works better for you. your answer will stay with me!”

“as if,” hitoshi rolls his eyes. the insomniac was originally, just going to change the topic, but he suddenly thought of an idea— to mess with his brain a little bit, even without his quirk.

“kiss and marry Y/N.” hitoshi simply says, “i don’t have a girl best friend, a celebrity crush, or someone i work with that i find hot.”

“boo! boring, that’s not how it works—”

“but y’know,” hitoshi gives monoma a side eye, “do you have a significant other?”

“shinsou—”

“no. no, you do not.” hitoshi cuts him off, “do you have a girl best friend? no— you also do not have one. and wouldn’t it be nice if you found someone you work with hot?”

“shinsou, the question— i don’t know—”

“exactly. and i bet you don’t have a celebrity crush i know of?”

“so what do you have?” shinsou deadpans, looking at the blond for an answer

monoma laughs nervously, “shinsou—”

shinsou smirks, “no bitches.” shinsou says with so much certainty, it has monoma stuttering, and grasping for an answer.

and that’s when you walk into the room, “hey hitoshi— and company. what’s up?”

and with that, monoma gets up and walks away.

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