i found that mask in the bathroom

yessss oh boy oh boy

angst i love

(here’s what i promised earlier

i had to do research on anemia so this might not be the best :’) )

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Lance pushed himself up out of his bed, a distant look in his tired eyes as he went to his bathroom to clean up. He took his face mask off and ran a hand across his face, humming low in the back of his throat at the feeling of the smooth skin against his more rough hand. A small smile found its way onto his face and he was reaching for the medicine cabinet when he heard someone pounding on the door. He left the bathroom to get his clothes and let the robe he had been wearing slide off his bare shoulders so it fell onto his bed. He took his time with getting dressed and just as he was pulling on his long-sleeved shirt, he heard the door open, footsteps falling behind him. He went to turn around when two slim arms snaked around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder. He turned his head and felt a small smile spread across his face when his eyes met Keith’s, a hand coming up to take hold of the smaller male’s.

“Keith, I have to finish getting ready.” He murmured, turning his head just enough to press his lips against his cheek. Keith let a low hum leave him, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more.

“Shiro wants us at breakfast. Told me to come get you.” Lance sighed and leaned back against his boyfriend, eyes slipping shut.

“I’ll join you all in a minute.” He began to pull away when Keith tightened his arms around his waist and back up towards the door.<!

“No, we gotta go now.” Lance’s eyes darted towards his bathroom and when Keith finally released him, he went to move to the bathroom when Keith’s hand intertwined with his own. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There’s was a concerned tone in the smaller male’s voice, trying to meet Lance’s eyes. The Blue Paladin silently stared at the bathroom before looking at Keith, clearing his throat.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s go.” He could take his medicine after breakfast, he’s forgotten before, it’d be fine as long as he took it right after breakfast. Besides, he didn’t take them yesterday and he was fine. Tired, very tired, but fine. Keith hesitated before nodding and slowly leading him to the bathroom, looking back at his boyfriend every few moments. Lance would just offer him a small, sleepy smile every time their eyes would meet.

As breakfast went on, Lance would start to space out, though he tried his hardest to stay concentrated on the conversations. He could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head, he noticed his boyfriends staring at him, both Shiro and Keith staring at him with concern in their eyes. He just offered them a smile before letting a sigh slowly fall past his lips.

When the group was getting ready to head to the training room, Keith and Shiro approached him.

“Are you okay?” Shiro’s voice cut through the haze in his mind and it took him a moment to respond.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” He waved a dismissive hand and smiled at them. A content little hum left him when he felt the Black Paladin’s lips press against his temple.

“We’re here if you need anything, Lance.” Keith took hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. Lance just smiled and nodded, his mind wandering away from the thoughts that yelled ‘take your medicine’ to ‘i love my boyfriends’. He didn’t go to his bedroom, no, he went with Shiro and Keith to change into their armor. He pulled it on, moving slower than he usually did. Shiro and Keith noticed it and shared a concerned look. As they walked to the training room, they stuck close to him, hoping the way he was swaying was just because of lack of sleep.

Training seemed to be going well, the group was moving as a team now instead of as five separate beings. Just as the castle dropped more training bots, a loud thump sounded behind the three who were more hand to hand along with Hunk’s panicked voice yelling ‘Lance’. They all spun around and Pidge’s eyes widened as they ran to Hunk and Lance’s side. The Blue Paladin was being held by Hunk, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Pidge, go get his medicine!” Hunk ordered and the younger female nodded quickly before quickly taking off. Keith and Shiro rushed over to them, eyes widen and panicked as they stared down at their boyfriend.

“What happened to him-?!” Keith’s panicked voice was louder than usually, hands twitching to move and comfort his hyperventilating boyfriend.

“Is he having a panic attack?” Shiro’s voice cut in. His voice was calmer, though it wavered slightly as he tried to keep himself calm.

“Enough! He’s anemic, if he doesn’t take his iron pills, this happens. Now, one of you go get something for him to take the medicine with!” When Hunk noticed the two still standing there, he glared at them. “Go!” He snapped, snapping them out of their little daze. Keith was the one to bolt to the kitchen, Shiro dropping to his knees and taking hold of one of Lance’s hands.

Time seemed to go slow as they got the medicine to Lance, helping him take the pill. They sat together in the training room silently before Hunk sighed and carefully stood up, picking Lance up in his arms.

"I’m taking him to his room-” He started, pausing when he felt Shiro’s hand on his arm. He was quiet for a moment before sighing softly and moving to let the leader take his boyfriend from his arms. “Be careful with him.”

“Of course.” Shiro smiled softly before nudging Keith and leaving to take Lance to his room. The 19 year old had fallen asleep after they got him to take his medicine and the group had been relieved when he slowly buy surely began to calm.

They had to explain anemia to Allura and Coran, whom had both been trying to get them to put the Blue Paladin in the cryopod. Coran seemed more freaked out about it than Allura, but that was probably because he had gotten close to Lance over the past year or so.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Keith stared at their passed out boyfriend, put his hand on the scanner so the door would open. He followed Shiro into the room and watched as he laid Lance down on the bed.

“He should be fine.” The older male murmured before letting out a soft sigh. He noticed Keith fidgeting and let out a tired chuckle. “Do you want to lay with him?” At the quick nod he got in reply, Shiro smiled softly and moved so Keith could carefully climb over Lance and lay on his side closer to the wall. His arms snaked around the Blue Paladin, holding him close to his smaller form. Shiro smiled softly before climbing into bed with them, one arm wrapped securely around Lance while the other was wrapped around both of them.

When Lance would wake up later in that day, he’d find his boyfriends holding onto him like he was going to disappear from their hold. After the incident in the training room, Shiro and Keith were constantly making sure Lance remembered to take his iron pills and though it was tiring, it was nice to know they cared.




Please do send me more prompts like this, this was so much fun to write!

Looks like lightning

A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom.
Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms.
Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed.
However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara.
Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles.
Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself.
Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner.
However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom.
After yet another close call Pidge had enough.
“He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife.
“I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him.
“We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions.
“Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan.
Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise.
“But what if he didn’t?”
“Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face.
“What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?”
A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting.
“I think that just might teach him a lesson.”
———————————–
When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day.
However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing.
At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster.
He had to find his bag.
He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup.
———————————–
Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank.
Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major.
What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing.
Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-”
He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him.
Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line.
Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically.
His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin.
Keith stared at him in shock.
How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage?
“Oh god… Lance”
Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall.
He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator.
“I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug.
Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch.
He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises.
Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt.
“Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it.
The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done.
“You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault”
Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.”
Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really.
“How so?”
“I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…”
Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place.
“Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…”
Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
“See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us.
But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…”
Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue.
“I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.”
Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise.
“C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso.
Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest.
“Beautiful”
“What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered.
Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.”
Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it.
“Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.”
Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.”
“Your not mad?”
Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.”
Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was.
He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance.
“Glad I was awake for this bonding moment”
Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment.
“Yeah me too.”

Looks like lightning

A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom.
Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms.
Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed.
However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara.
Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles.
Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself.
Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner.
However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom.
After yet another close call Pidge had enough.
“He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife. 
“I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him.
“We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions.
“Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan.
Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise. 
“But what if he didn’t?”
“Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face.
“What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?”
A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting.
“I think that just might teach him a lesson.”
———————————–
When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day. 
However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing.
At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster.
He had to find his bag.
He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup.
———————————–
Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank.
Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major.
What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing.
Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-” 
He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him.
Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line.
Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically.
His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin.
Keith stared at him in shock. 
How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage?
“Oh god… Lance”
Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall.
He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator.
“I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug.
Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch.
He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises.
Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt.
“Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it. 
The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done.
“You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault” 
Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.”
Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really.
“How so?”
“I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…”
Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place.
“Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…” 
Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 
“See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us. 
But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…”
Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue.
“I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.”
Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise.
“C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso.
Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest. 
“Beautiful” 
“What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered.
Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.”
Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it. 
“Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.” 
Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.”
“Your not mad?”
Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.”
Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was.
He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance.
“Glad I was awake for this bonding moment”
Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment.
“Yeah me too.”

Soulmate

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader


You pulled down your sleeve, making sure to cover the crude words on your hand. Since you were little, you had always dreamed about what your soulmate would say to you. Your questions were answered when the beautifully carved words appeared on your hand when you were 16. Years later now, the prospect of meeting your soulmate made you more nervous with each year.

Your friends and their friends all had sweet messages engraved on their skin. From cute pick up lines, to quirkier ones, to greetings, to normal words someone would say upon meeting their soulmate. But you? No. You were the exception. Sure, it made you anxious to meet your beloved but at the same time, you were comforted that despite how crazy the words were, they were unique. They were different from all the others.

“Earth to Y/N,” Pietro called out, “It’s time.”

Brushing aside your thoughts, you nodded. “Right, sorry.”

“Were you having innapropriate thoughts about me again?” He teased.

“You know what, Maximoff?”

Clint shot Pietro a warning look for him to behave. “We’re at the drop zone. Remember, bring in the target unharmed,” he glanced at Pietro again, “that means no broken bones.”

“I swear, it was an accident,” Pietro mumbled.

You stepped off the jet while Pietro sped past, purposely close to you so the sudden burst of air caught you off guard. You growled and caught up to him. “Clint said no speed unless needed.”

“Clint says a lot of things,” Pietro drawled in a heavy accent, “most of which I don’t listen to.”

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An Unexpected Visit

You meet by chance an stranger man in red and black when he breaks in your house through your window.


Originally posted by my-daily-space


The previous situation isn’t worth telling. It really doesn’t matter who Deadpool was fighting, nor how he ended up being catapulted against an apartment block. The important thing is that he fell on your living room, after a harsh landing where he broke your window.

Not that you cared anyways.

Wade Wilson was slightly confused to hear a faint giggle. He looked up. There was crystal scattered around him; he was thankful he only had a few cuts, for they would heal quickly. Wade was inside someone’s house, painted in cream colours, which seemingly was in dismantling process. It was your own apartment.

Another giggle. He stood up and turned around to the source of the sound. And there you were, now laughing way louder.

He wasn’t a man easily impressed. Yet the last thing he expected was a person in a torn wedding dress with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a piece of cake in the other. Your eyes were fixed on him and his ridiculous attire, and he just did the same.

“Wow, man. You’re like a Spiderman on steroids.” You managed to say between hysteric laughs. In a normal occasion you would have freaked out at the stranger… however the whiskey had made it too hilarous for you to take it seriously.

Wade took a liking to you and decided that he could hide a while there.

“May I take a seat?” He said and laid his arse on the couch, right next to you.

You took a gulp from the bottle and handed it to him. Wade doubted, but at last he moved away the mask from his jaw and let the liquid wet his lips. It pleased him that you seemed to ignore his skin full of scars.

Shifting on your seat, you faced him.

“Why are you here?” You asked your visitor, with a goofy- and, why not, lovely- grin upon your face. Wade left the whiskey on the table and smirked.

“You see, I was fighting this really fucking annoying guy…”

“What are you? A superhero?” The cake you stuffed in your mouth muffled your voice.

“Oh, no. Shit. I’m just a really cool dick who kicks other dick’s asses.” You nodded. “Then that bastard threw me to the sky… from several streets away. I don’t think he’d know where I am at the moment.”

“That’s nice. You can stay and eat cake then!” Your words were spoken with happiness. But Deadpool was curious.

At first he thought you were plainly drunk. Later he discovered a sad sparkle in your eyes; despite your intoxication he was sure you knew what was happening. And it was very abnormal that his presence didn’t agitated you at all. Unless something had happened and you took in the absurdity of the situation to forget it.

One way or another, nuts or not, he wanted to know more about you.

“What about you? Were you waiting for our wedding night too much?” You could swear you could see his eyebrows wiggling through the mask.

“The dress.” You stated, not knowing what to answer next. Sincerity was what you found. “An asshole left me standing at the altar. He was fucking a bridesmaid in the bathroom meanwhile.” You drank again.

“What the fuck!”

“That’s what I said this morning.”

“Is that your wedding cake then?”

“Yes. I took it all. It’s one of the bright sides, like not being married to a cheater impotent.”

He laughed and so did you.

“You know, thank you.” You continued. “You are the only one who has stuck around me for more than five minutes today. I would offer you something to eat, but I was in the middle of a move… Obviously cancelled.”

“The cake is great.” You kept on eating and drinking.

At some point he told you he was a mercenary and some aspects of his life you didn’t expect. He told you about a certain woman called Vanessa, a heartbreaking story. You didn’t know if he did to make you feel better or more comfortable around him, but you welcomed the newfound confidence. Your conversation soon dyed of love.

“Damn, girl. At least you’ll get to meet another guy. A soulmate or something worse.”

“My love records has always been really deficient. I’m not very hopeful. But who cares, love is not everything… eh… Wait, what’s your name?”

“Deadpool.”

“I heard that name on TV. You were right about being a dick.” Your smile as sweet as sugar.

“I told you. Call me Wade, though. Unless you want to hire my services to scare the shit out of that fucker of ex you have.”

“No, no. I punched him, but I didn’t feel better. It’s not worth it. My name is [Y/N], by the way.”

“You punched him! [Y/N], I like you more and more by the minute.” He touched his face and realised his mask was still up. He felt self conscious. Even though you didn’t give him any signal of repugnance, Wade thought you were just being polite. The truth was you didn’t care how he looked like; he was an insane and pleasant visitor, one who drew you to him.

“Wade. Haven’t you moved from Vanessa?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said that I’d meet somebody else. You will too.” The liquor was finished, and you felt bold. This stranger caused you fascination and once you found something out, you seeked more knowledge.

“Oh, my dear [Y/N]. I won’t.”

You tilted your head to a side, confused.

“Why? I like you and I just met you.”

“You are drunk and you just met me, that’s why.”

You laughed, and made an offended expression. His smirk was now permanent, sometimes wider, sometimes smaller, as if pastered on him. Nevertheless, melancholy and harm were shown in some of his gestures.

“I’m not that drunk.” You placed your gaze on his mouth. When you spotted some cream on the side of his face, you tried to reach it.

Wade suddenly took your wrist, but let it go. You slide your finger across his coarse skin. Then, you put your finger against your tongue and licked the rests of the sugary mix.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Besides, there’s always someone who would not care about your attitude.” You ended your sentence.

“It’s not about my attitude. I’m fucking awesome. It’s about my face.” He lowered the tissue over his mouth once again. “I look like a rotten avocado.”

“You’re saying you are ugly?”

“Worse.”

“Well, your mouth was nice.” It was a lighthearted comment, but it stired Wade’s deepest feelings.

“What? Did you see the skin around it?”

“Do you think I’m ugly?” You simply asked, hoping to prove a point.

“No. Of course not.”

“I have skin too, you know.”

“It’s not the same.”

Silence. And eventually he took his mask off.

You were surprised. You didn’t think he’d have the guts to do so, regarding how low his self-esteem was. Therefore, acting on impulse you pecked his lips. Then you froze and opened your eyes. Your drunkenness evaporated instantly.

“Sorry.” You spoke. He didn’t say anything. “I-I didn’t want to… I  mean, I wanted to but maybe you didn’t… I should have asked…”  

“Shut up.” Was all he could say.

Wade was utterly unprepared for your actions. Yet he found himself leaning in for another kiss. You didn’t move, and welcomed his mouth on yours. It was slow and chaste, just a kiss between two broken souls. He caressed your cheek, and you smiled into the kiss.

You parted from him, and he whispered.

“Are you a dream?”

“No, are you?” You teased.

“You are too good for me…”

“Says the one who fell from the sky like an angel and made me forget I got dumped on an altar.”

“You’re unfucking my life.”

“That’s not even a word.”

“You’re intelligent too?”

“Wade…”

“How about a second date? I promise I won’t try to get on your pants yet.”

“Yes.” You wanted to see him again. Definitely.

You weren’t aware of the insanity that had just entered your life. However, just like the broken window, you didn’t care. Everytime you saw Wade Wilson you felt happy and alive. So, even though it was a challenge, you couldn’t enjoy more the adventures he always brought. He, on the other hand, just loved how he could sleep in your arms without any worries.

Fate sometimes is a kind bitch, as Wade once said.

BTS REACTS TO: Catching them using your beauty products.

Anon Asked: bts reacts to s/o catching them using their skin care/beauty products? please and thank you~

I’ve been speeding through requests man, I’m having an identity crisis. Am I Sonic the Hedgehog???? - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

Jin didn’t smell like himself lately. You’d catch a whiff of him as he’d walk past you after taking a shower, and noticed he didn’t smell like his usual body wash. The scent wasn’t foreign either. It was familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. One night you had walked into the bathroom as Jin was showering to pee. He hadn’t closed the shower curtains all the way, so you could see the collection of shampoo, conditioners, and body washes on the shower rack. You caught a Jin grabbing your bar of Black African Soap and it finally clicked - he had been using your soap to wash himself! 

“Wait - Jin are you washing with my African Soap?”

“Yeah! My skin feel so soft afterwards Jag-”

“Jin-ah! I use that on my face!”

*5 seconds of silence before he starts laughing*

Originally posted by gravitaetion

Yoongi

You were a fan of DIY Beauty products. You washed out a container that once had bought toner in it, and refilled it with Apple Cider Vinegar and water as a more natural toner. It worked tremendously on you skin, smoothing out all the little bumps you once had, leaving your skin dewy. Yoongi had probably noticed himself, and attempted to use your  DIY Toner, too. The problem was, he didn’t know it was Apple Cider Vinegar. He thought it was the name brand - it wasn’t any help that you forgot to peel off the brand sticker when you cleaned out the bottle. When he applied the vinegar to his face, he let out a grunt of disapproval. You heard him and stepped in concerned, finding him staring at the toner with his face made up.

“[y/n], does toner expire?”

“What?”

“Your toner stinks, Jagiya.”

“Like it smells super fucking bad.”

“… it’s Apple Cider Vinegar, Yoongi.”

“…ahh…”

Side Note: I use Apple Cider Vinegar as toner, and it is HEAVEN IN A BOTTLE. I don’t even wear foundation anymore omfg

Originally posted by socialily

Hoseok

Hobi smells fruity as hell. You caught it. You stared at him, leaned forward and took a sniff. It wasn’t his usual fresh scent or anything. He smelt really delicious. You narrow your eyes at him, and he stares back with an innocent smile. 

“Did you use my lotion again?”

“… no…”

“Hobi.”

“- but, it makes me so soft, jagi!”

Originally posted by laurenj-hope

Namjoon

He usually doesn’t do his own makeup, but curiosity had gotten the best of him this lonely afternoon. He had taken out the concealer you used to highlight (knowing damn well that your “Mocha” colored foundation would’ve been way too dark) and spotted on his face. You arrived home in the middle of him doing so, and walked past him as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. You froze, backed up, and looked over at Namjoon with your face made up. He stared back at you knowing he had been caught good.

“… Namjoon…”

“Yes, Jagi.”

“You know that’s too dark on you?”

“Yes, Jagi.”

“My highlight shade would be too dark for you to even contour with.”

*slowly puts away your makeup*

Originally posted by baby-hoseok

Jimin

While ChimChim was in the shower, you had been lounging on the bed reading your book, skimming through the last sentences of the chapter before closing it and getting up to go wash your face. You entered the bathroom without much thought, thinking Jimin would still be in the shower bathing. However, you found yourself looking Jimin dead in the eye as he smeared your mud mask on one cheek. You furrowed your brows in confusion and he broke out in laughter.

“I thought it was face wash.”

“You thought mud was face wash?”

“I - No, I mean like - I thought -”

*Uncontrollable giggling*

Originally posted by softfluffytae

Taehyung

He did it all the time. He’d steal your shampoo and conditioner from time to time. He’d use your body wash, use your face wash and moisturizer. He’d use your lip balms, your lotions, and once in a blue moon, your perfume. But today, you caught him peeling off your face mask, wincing in pain while doing so. You clear your throat to catch his attention, and he looks over at you with zero remorse.

“What are you doing?”

“Peel off face mask…?”

“… My face mask?”

“Well it’s not mine - why does it hurt so much, Jagi? Do you use this often?”

“… you’re supposed to wash it off with warm water, Tae.”

Originally posted by saikokpop

Jungkook

He was basically at loss. The poor kid was ready to wipe off his makeup and wash his face. He just wanted to eat some snacks, watch a couple episodes of Haikyuu!! and go to sleep. But you walked into the bathroom and caught him with your Vagasil wipes in hand, removing his eyeshadow. You turn away to calm yourself and fight back the laughter, before confronting Jungkook about it.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what that is?”

“Cleansing wipes?”

“… for vaginas, Kookie.”

Originally posted by whatwhot

spa day

warnings: none 

a/n: i had this idea the other day and i feel like it could make a pretty funny scene if it was actually in the show. we all know that deep down, sam is a yoga loving, smoothie drinking, nature geek. he cares a lot about his health, so who’s to say he wouldn’t use some anti-aging cream to keep those lovely young looks? (even though he’s aging like fine wine.) enjoy!

“and… perfect. okay, i’m gonna set the timer for 15 minutes,” you say, running the dirty brush under hot water. sam stares at himself in the mirror, tucking a loose strand of hair back into his bun.

“are you sure this stuff works, y/n? it smells kinda weird,” sam asked, reaching up to touch the mud mask on his face.

“nuh uh,” you corrected sam, “no touching. and i promise, it works like a charm. your face will look wrinkle-free and radiant, trust me,” you assured him, drying off the clean brush. 

“whatever you say,” sam sighed, pulling out his phone from his pocket. 

“any word from cas?” you question and lift yourself up on the bathroom counter. you pat the spot next to you, and sam takes your hint and slides beside you. 

“no, not yet. but hey, are you in the mood for a smoothie? i found this really great recipe that-” sam started, but was interrupted by dean’s shouting.

“sam, y/n? are you home?” dean hollers over the familiar sound of his boots clunking around the bunker. 

“we’re in here!” you yell back, pulling out your nail file from the bathroom drawer and picking at your uneven nails. sam’s eyes get wide at the sound of dean’s footsteps nearing the bathroom.

“y/n! why’d you tell him? if he sees me with this shit on my face he-” sam was once again interrupted by dean.

“hey, you guys, do you know where,” dean started, then he looked up at your covered faces. “oh my god,” dean uttered, staring at the both of you in pure horror. “what the hell is on your face?”

“it’s uh, um, dean, i can explain, its-” sam stammered, but your cut him off. 

“anti-aging face mask. real good for wrinkles. want some?” you ask, holding out the tub to dean. 

he shakes his head, looking back up at you and sam, covering his mouth. “you guys look absolutely ridiculous,” dean choked out and began howling with laughter. 

you saw sam tense up and shift in his spot next to you. “whatever, dean. y/n, do you want a smoothie? i’m going to go make one,” sam asked, hopping off the counter and giving dean a dirty look.

“strawberry banana, please,” you say, smiling at sam, “and don’t forget, wash your mask off in, “ you check your phone, “12 minutes!” he nods, then walks out of the bathroom, shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

dean pulls himself next to you, bumping your shoulder. “does that stuff really… work? i’ve been told that i look like a dad way too many times this year.” 

Face Masks- Preference

Ethan

Recently my skin had little demons popping up everywhere. It started to have it’s freak out after it irritated by the new foundation primer I had used. Ethan’s perfect skin had also been invaded by a few pimples, so I decided to do a face mask which Ethan, being the curious boy he was, decided to try on with me.

“Y/N why is it black?!” I giggle at the confused goof infront of me. He looked at the stripe of black on my cheek with a furrowed brows.

“It has charcoal in it, it helps clean your pores, baby” he eyed the substance curiously and after I applied mine, he lifted me up on the counter of the bathroom and let me swipe the mask across his face. Once we were both done we snuggled until it was time for the mask to be removed, but not before taking a few snapchats.


Grayson

Grayson had woken up this morning completely relaxed, but that soon was replaced with panic because tomorrow was the TCA’s and he had a massive pimple on the top of his nose. I found it quite funny but Gray did not.

“Y/N it’s not funny! Help me!” I stiffled a laugh as I stared at Rudolph the Red nose reindeer aka Gray and his pimple. He was desperately trying to find something in my makeup drawer that could fix his face demon. He pick up my face wash and tried to scrub it off until I shooed his hands away.

“Scrubbing it will make it more irritated, which will make it more painful and could make it worse.” I explained to my dumbfounded boyfriend. He stared at me with desperation, I sighed and put my hands on his shoulders,moving him so he could sit on the toilet.

“I’ll put a face mask on you and it should help okay? Just don’t touch it or irritate it in anyway.” I take out my oatmeal face mask and apply it to his face. After I was done Gray picked me up, placing me on our bed, where we cuddled until the mask was dry.

I just thought it was a cute idea and since E tweeted about doing a face mask I decided to do it! I hope you enjoyed! ❤

face masks

Pairing: nct dream x reader

Summary: “I feel like a new man because of the face mask.”

doing stuff with the dreamies masterpost

I hum along to the Dreamies’ new album, dancing and jumping around my living room. I’m the only one home for the night which gives me the opportunity to blast the boys’ songs without someone throwing something at me to shut up. I turn up the sound, nodding to the beat.

“The boys did so amazing this album, I’m so proud of them!” I squeal, walking off to the bathroom. I rummage through my cabinets, finding the face mask I wanted before putting it on and laughing at how I looked. I set up the timer and walk back downstairs.

“I wonder if the-” I was cut off by the sound of the doorbell going off. I grin and race to the door. “Pizza’s here-”

“Hi!”

My shoulders sag when I find it to be the Dreamies instead of my delicious pizza. I groan and run my hand down my face.

“What kind of greeting is that?” Haechan scoffs and I stick my tongue out at him.

“What do you boys want?”

“Why do you look like that?” Renjun asks as Chenle and Jisung turn away, giggling. I raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean-oh, my face mask-”

“HEY, YOU SAID WE WOULD DO THAT TOGETHER WHEN WE WERE OVER,” Jaemin exclaims and pouts.

“Well no, that was you-”

“The betrayal,” Jeno sighs and crosses his arms.

“I didn’t really betray-”

“You’re no longer our best friend, we need to find another one,” Haechan says, nodding and crossing his arms.

“I mean if you want-”

“Let’s go, we need to set out to find another one before it gets dark,” Jisung says.

“If you insist,” I say, closing the door when they start to walk away. That was until they’re all yelling for me to open up as they rush back to keep it from closing. I sigh and open it, making them cheer in triumph.

“We’re coming in,” Renjun says as the Dreamies nod and follow after him. I gape at them before sighing and shutting the door behind me. They watch as I walk into the living room. I raise an eyebrow and they blink. “Well, why are you boys here at this hour?”

“You seem to misunderstand the concept of time,” Haechan says.

“It’s only seven,” Jeno says.

“You’re like an old person,” Jisung says, making Chenle laugh with him. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

“We were bored,” Mark says.

“Again?”

“Again and that’s why we came to see our best friend,” Jaemin says.

“But it seems our dearest best friend didn’t want to see us,” Chenle says and sticks his tongue out.

“It was just a surprise to see you at the door.”

“Were you expecting to see someone else?” Haechan asks, wiggling his eyebrows. The boys smirk and cheer due to the fact I finally found someone. I shake my head and cross my arms.

“I was looking forward to my pizza when I received you instead which is a major bummer.”

“Hey!”

“We did tell you we’d come again soon,” Renjun says.

“It was too soon.”

“It seems like you were in the middle of something?” Mark observes, pointing to my face. I nod and put a finger on my covered cheek.

“Face mask.”

“Which you said we would do together,” Jaemin says.

“Again, I didn’t-”

“Where are the rest of them? They must be in the bathroom, right?” Renjun asks. They all nod, following after him to the same bathroom they went to last time. I groan and run after them, trying to stop them from ruining the place. I push them away and grab the face masks from the cabinet.

“I’ll do them for you, line up by age,” I say and they do just that.

“THIS FEELS COLD,” Jisung exclaims and giggles with Chenle. The boys touch their covered faces, pointing and teasing one another because of how they looked. I roll my eyes and grin at how easily entertained they can be by the simplest things.

“I’m exfoliating,” Mark grins and pats his face, making everyone laugh. I roll my eyes and smile. The doorbell goes off and the boys push past me, racing towards the door. I sigh and follow after them. I find the poor pizza boy standing there confused with them bothering him for the pizza.

“You ordered pizza and didn’t invite us?” Jeno asks, turning around and I shrug.

“You’re here now, aren’t you?” I scoff and push through them to pay. The delivery boy nods and walks off with the money, probably relieved he didn’t have to deal with the seven hyperactive boys. I shut the door and carry the pizza to the living room, placing it on the coffee table.

“I can’t believe you didn’t invite us for pizza,” Renjun says, shaking his head.

“I didn’t really need to when I knew you would invite yourselves over.”

“That’s not true,” Jisung trails off and I raise an eyebrow.

“Really? Because as I recall, you boys are always coming over to bother me whenever you’re bored.”

“You’re always free.”

“I have a life too, you know?” I pout and take a bite out of my slice.

“But you’re never doing anything when we come over,” Jeno says as they begin to stuff the pizza into their mouths.

“That’s because I just finished what I was doing.”

“Your excuses are very lame, you know?” Jaemin says and laughs. I stick my tongue out at him and he smiles.

“Be careful of your face masks,” I say.

“I can’t open my mouth, it’ll ruin the face mask,” Chenle says and I shake my head.

“Just eat, it’s pizza.”

“It’s so good,” Mark grins, finishing his slice and getting another one. Everyone nods, agreeing.

“You boys did really good on your new album.”

“I know, it’s fantastic,” Haechan grins proudly.

“For once, I can agree with you,” I say and fist bump him.

“Do you have a favorite?” Jeno asks.

“No, I love all of the songs too much to pick. In fact, I was blasting it earlier.”

“We know, we heard.” They giggle.

“Ah, right,” I say and blush. “But really, you boys truly are talented.”

“Aw, you’ve gone soft for us,” Chenle coos as they engulf me in a group hug. I sigh and continue eating while they’re screeching about how happy they are. I giggle, finding my boys to be adorable. We mess around and eat, waiting for our timers to go off.

“Is it done yet?” Chenle asks, sprawling his body on my floor. I hum and check the time, shaking my head.

“How much longer?” Jaemin whines, laying a few feet away from Chenle.

“When it’s done.”

“What an answer,” Renjun says and I shrug.

“It’s an answer, isn’t it?”

“Can we take these off now?” Haechan asks, poking his mask.

I let out a deep sigh. “I suppose if you boys really want to take it off, we can. It’s only a few-”

The boys dash out of where they were to the bathroom. As I reach it, the boys crowd around the mirror, shoving each other to see. I roll my eyes and they immediately line up. I look at them wide eyed.

“Chill.”

“I am ready to have perfect skin,” Jisung says.

“You boys have perfect looking skin anyway.”

I line them up, taking them off for them as they giggle throughout the whole thing. “Now, wash off your faces.”

“I FEEL REFRESHED,” Chenle exclaims and pats his cheeks.

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom,” Haechan says and grins, rubbing his cheeks.

“I feel like a new man,” Jisung says and grins at himself in the mirror.

“I exfoliated correctly and I feel great,” Mark grins.

“I feel more awake,” Jeno says.

“This is so fun, doing things with you!” Renjun says.

“Mark, am I dateable now?” Haechan asks, turning to the older boy. He stares at him before shaking his head.

“Stop.”

“We should have cucumbers next time to get the whole experience,” Jaemin says and I scoff.

“What, am I spa now?”

“Well, you seem to have everything,” Mark says.

“I don’t have an answer for that,” I sigh and rub my temple. “You boys cause me stress.”

“What do you mean? We’re angels who are very lovely to be around,” Haechan grins.

“Angels? Okay, tell that to my many strands of gray hair.”

“It must be the older members who stress you out, we could never do a thing,” Jaemin winks.

“No, it’s definitely you.”

“You sit on a throne of lies.”

#81 and #83-Donald Pierce

Moving in / Sticky note love

Words: 1.2 K +

Warning: none

Note: Uuuuughhhhhhh

_________________________________________

“Is that it?” You asked, looking around.

Boxes filled the living room, stacked up against the walls. Donald glanced at you, a wide grin on his lips and his gold tooth glinting in the soft yellow light, that shone through the open window. You then heard the soft roar of the moving trucks driving away. A loud giggle built up in your throat and squealing, you ran towards Donald. He picked you up, swinging you around before pressing his lips against yours. His machine hand pressing into the small of your back.

Setting you down, you stared up at him. Cupping his face. His cheeks pressing into your palms, his scruff sliding roughly against your hands as you moved them to his shoulders.

“You happy?” He lowered his eyebrows.

“How could I not be?” You smiled. “I love you.”

Wrapping his arms lazily around your waist, Donald pulled into another kiss. “I love you too, baby.”

-

The rest of the day, you two spent either sitting on the floor of the living room, sorting out your stuff from the boxes, or running back and forth from a room. Moving in.

The first night, sleeping on a single mattress in the corner of the room, you crawled into the sheets that the two of you had bought the week before. Closing your eyes, Donald wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the back of your shoulder and sighing.

“Goodnight, Darlin”

“Mmmm… Goodnight, Donnie.” You muttered back, adjusting yourself so that Donald’s body fit against yours like a puzzle piece. Interlacing your fingers with his machine ones, he gave a gentle squeeze.

-

The next morning, giving out a heavy breath, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Turning over onto your back just as you realized that the bed was empty beside you. Pulling your eyebrows together, you propped yourself up on your elbows. Looking around the apartment. Donald was nowhere to be seen… Even though he didn’t have work until next week. Scrambling out of the bed, you stood up, worry filling your stomach.

“Donald?” No answer. “Donald!” The apartment stayed silent. He was usually good about not disappearing, especially in new places. Anyways, you too had planned to stay in the apartment and organize, get settled together. Sighing, you closed your eyes. Trying to slow your heartbeat.

Walking slowly over to the bathroom, you began your everyday routine. Brush teeth, wash face, apply face mask for 30 minutes to an hour, eat breakfast, then rinse the mask off and get dressed. However, when you opened the door, looking into the mirror, you found a single sticky note.

Hey baby,

I know that you’re gonna be looking for breakfast pretty soon, thought I’d run to the store and grab something

I love you.

Don

Smiling softly to yourself, you pulled the sticky note from the mirror, tracing your fingers over his handwriting. Looking back to the mattress, a frown formed on your lips. Hurrying to the room that would soon be the bedroom, you then put the sticky note on the wall next to the window.

Imagining you and Donald in this room. Kissing softly in the morning, stumbling drunk in the late hours of the night, the sounds of your love piercing the cold air of winter. Laying on the sheets of your guys’ bed in the middle of the summer.

Moving back to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth then washed your face. The sound of the running water dragging your mind to the thought of middle day showers, the steam fogging the mirrors.

Your chest tightened with happiness as you smiled at yourself. It was a new chapter, one of which you couldn’t wait to turn the page and begin.

Wiping the mask from your face, 30 minutes later, you pursed your lips. Thinking. Then, shaking your head, you walked silently into the kitchen. Looking around for coffee beans and a filter. Sighing, you opened cabinet after cabinet. Laying your eyes on a pack of filters next to a bag of beans, you smiled. There were two more sticky notes.

The one on the filters reading, Miss you already baby

And the one on the beans reading, For my favorite girl.

The smell of fresh coffee then filled your lungs as you walked into the bedroom, placing the sticky notes next to each other. A few minutes later, you poured yourself a cup. Sipping on it by the window, waiting for Donald to walk through the door and staring outside. Inspecting the people that walked through the streets, mindlessly going through the day, you thought about your old home and how you didn’t know this town, nor did you really need to.

You had lived in the city all your life, every single one was the same. But still, you loved it. That’s why you had convinced Donald to move here. Though he insisted on living near the country, away from people, you two had agreed to live in the city for at least five years.

Then, when the two of you wanted to get married, have children, then you’d agree to move again.

“Come on.”

“Why can’t we move out there? It’s a nice place, baby. It’s secluded, no one to bother us.” Donald walked over to you, cupping your face as you looked up at him. “Anyways… What about… You know. It’s a nice place for a family.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you smiled. “You want to have a family?”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you y/n… But I also want you to be happy.”

“You want to have a family with me.”

He smiled. “Yes.”

“When?”

“Well, not till we’re married, you know.”

“Deal. And-” Now, excited, you placed your hands on his chest. “Okay. Okay. I’ll move out there.” Donald began to pull away, but knotting your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, you pulled him back. “But! I still want to live in the city.” Donald let out a small groan. “For my work, Donnie. Come on. Five years. Okay? We’ll get married, then we’ll move out there. Deal?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Looking over your shoulder, the sound of the lock on the door clicked open and Donald smiled at you.

“Get my notes?”

“I sure did… Now, is this… Going to be a sticky note love? Because I think I like it.” Sauntering over to him, he set down the bags as you did the coffee. Wrapping your arms lazily over his shoulders, he pulled you by the waist. Planting a deep kiss on your lips.

“Mmm… Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

With another deep kiss, you sighed against his lips. Making him smile. Lifting you onto your toes, you slid your hands to his face, the rough scratch of his facial hair against your fingertips reminding you of the first kiss.

After a few breaths, Donald set you down and you picked up the grocery bags. Practically skipping into the kitchen. “Whatcha get?”

“Hey now, you sit down. I’m cookin’” Taking the bags from your hands, Donald smirked. A shiver shot up your spine and you pouted. Reluctantly giving in as he pecked your lips. “My treat.”

anonymous asked:

can i get hcs of tfp bee, ratchet, bulkhead and knockout losing their s/o in a halloween party because s/o was wearing a mask and the bots forgot what mask

I once forgot I had painted my face at a halloween party and scared myself when I went to the bathroom. It was great.

{TFP}

Bumblebee
~Panic™
~He gets a bit frantic as he searches for you.
~Taps shoulders, gets embarrassed when it’s not you, repeat.
~He’s so frantic he’s started crying, thick tears down his avatar’s cheeks.
~He’s worried the people around him and eventually your found.
~He’s handed over to you.
~Or more like he flings himself into your arms and holds you really close and a little too tightly.
~Really he was so scared he wouldn’t be able to find you or that maybe you’d been kidnapped when he wasn’t looking.
~He’s glad to have you in his arms, Primus was he scared.
~You have to make sure to keep him in sights so you can find him when you need.
~He calms down after an hour, he was just really scared.

Ratchet
~He is panicking, but not as badly as any of the others.
~He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn’t think the cons got you.
~It’s just that he is around too many people and he can’t remember the stupid mask you had on.
~He thinks it was black, but everyone is wearing black masks, it seems.
~He searches for you calmly, tapping shoulders and only getting mildly embarrassed when it’s not you.
~He finds you on his own and he covers the fact that he was worried with annoyance.
~Next time you decide to wonder away from him, make sure you can see him and he can see you!
~If you hug him or take his hand and apologize he gets a little flustered before returning the hug or squeezing your hand.
~Mutters under his breath not to scare him like that.
~You just smile and kiss his cheek, enjoy the rest of the party together.

Bulkhead
~Similarly to Bumblebee he is panicking.
~He’s just better at keeping it inside, rather than out.
~For a while anyway.
~He’s definitely moving too quickly through the throng of people.
~He just wants to see your mask. He knows if he sees that mask he’ll know it’s yours.
~But he can’t find it. 
~When he starts to outwardly panic it’s in the form of shifting eyes, sweat, and wringing his hands.
~He probably finds you on his own and immediately hugs you way too tight.
~Says he was scared you’d been kidnapped and it was all his fault.
~You have to gently rub his arm and tell him it’s okay, you’re okay, you’re both okay.
~He’s the one that won’t be able to really, truly calm down for the rest of the party.
~He does enjoy himself though, since he’s with you and you’re having so much fun.

Knockout
~At first he doesn’t look for you, he figures you’ll come find him.
~But after and hour or so he starts to get worried.
~He’ll start looking for you in the crowds until he realizes he doesn’t remember what the hell you’re wearing over your face.
~Curses as he heads into the throng of people.
~He has no problem tapping shoulders and talking to people that aren’t you.
~But the longer it takes the more he panics.
~If he doesn’t find you within and hour of searching he’s really freaking out.
~Not even tapping shoulders anymore, just calling your name.
~You find each other, both a little flustered after searching for each other so long.
~You both relax when he takes your hand.
~Primus he was worried, don’t do that again.
~You promise and both head to the punch table, you need something cool to calm your wrecked nerves.

Wounds and Contusions [p.p] (6/?)

Originally posted by infiniitywars

A/N: I’m so sorry that this is late, my lovely anon! My wifi has been struggling to, well, exist, so I haven’t been able to post anything! And I had family over because they’re traveling during Christmas and won’t be around. I hope that your birthday was amazing and that your birthday wish was worth it 😉

Catch up here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Series Title: Wounds and Contusions
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Characters: (Tom Holland) Peter Parker x female!reader
Warnings: none today
Word Count: 2,735 (wowza)
Short Description: You’re a classmate of Peter’s and you worry about him when you see all of his cuts and bruises, then become friends with him. You have an argument about Spider-Man with Peter and have a late night meetup with the crime-fighting spider himself. 

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your name

“This is ridiculous, Y/N!” You scowled at Peter’s words. “You can’t put yourself in danger to meet Spider-Man.” He stated, and – if possible – your lips turned down even more. You were bickering with Peter in front of your locker during the remainder of your free period about an incident that had recently happened, concerning you and Spider-Man. It was your first argument with Peter after being friends with him for a few months at that stage. And you really didn’t relish fighting with him.

“Peter, I wasn’t trying to put myself in danger,” you defended yourself, feeling the need to stand tall and cross your arms in front of your chest. You had been trying to find Spider-Man after you heard he was stopping a robbery on your Uncle’s NYPD walkie-talkie, but you didn’t know it was an armed robbery. Spider-Man had just forced you aside to miss a gunshot and he swung you out of trouble before you could get hurt. It had all happened so swiftly that you didn’t get a chance to talk to him.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N, you should have known better.” Peter began, making you raise an eyebrow.

“So what, you’re my father now?” you exclaim. “Why are you treating me like a child?!”

“Because you’re behaving like one, Y/N,” Peter retorted, and you had to stop yourself from stomping your foot in indignation. That would only have proved Peter’s point even further.

“Whatever, Peter,” you rolled your eyes, clutching your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. “I don’t have to listen to you lecturing. So, I took a chance! So what?” you were close to shouting now and were appreciative that you and Peter had a free period in a time when almost nobody else had one. “I’d rather try to find Spider-Man than spend all my time at home wondering what the worst thing that could happen is.”

This seemed to infuriate Peter even more. “The worst thing that could happen to you would be getting shot by an armed robber.” He snapped, his words sounding poisonous.

The bell rang a few feet away from you and students began to flood the halls as they always did. You slammed your locker shut and frowned at Peter. “Wouldn’t you like that,” you muttered to him, although you were trying to hide how hurt you felt. Did Peter really think that you would get yourself shot for some guy? Obviously, he didn’t know you that well if he thought so. You didn’t know it was an armed robbery, otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone.

“Y/N!” You heard Peter call after you as you pushed through the sea of people. You ignored him and began to speed up, trying to find the closest way to the girl’s bathroom; knowing that Peter wouldn’t get to you then. All you wanted to do was sulk by yourself, and that was the only place Peter wouldn’t be able to reach you in. “Stop! I’m sorry, I just- oh, pardon me, excuse me – Y/N!”

You found the bathroom and immediately pushed the doors open, catching Peter’s eyes as you closed the door behind you.

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Bath Time (Boombox Fluff)

I wrote a little Boombox drabble for @soldmysoultofandoms, I think it’s cute so I’m putting it here.


It was common knowledge to most people that Jamison Fawkes was not a fan of bathing. Not even Roadhog, it seemed, could convince the filthy Aussie to wash himself. In general, Junkrat was content to occasionally cannonball into the pool and allow the chlorinated water to remove the topmost layer of soot, gunpowder, and dirt from his lithe frame, despite the protests of the other Overwatch members who had to clean the pool filters meticulously each time he did that. That, or sometimes the blond would go outside and play in the rain – this was a 50/50 situation, however. Sometimes Junkrat would return, wet and cold but happy and somewhat cleaner, but other times he would find his way into the puddles and grass fields and come back inside with soaked, squishy boots, and what looked like his own version of Roadhog’s Pigpen costume, coated head to toe in mud. He would only settle for the bigger Aussie wiping him down with a towel. No baths. The last time Roadhog had attempted to trick him into using a bar of soap, the pyromaniac had refused to talk to him for a good hour – he did eventually break his cold shoulder when Roadhog suggested they go out for boba.

Now, that being said, Lúcio was never one to back down from a challenge.  He considered himself more than capable of finding some way to get Junkrat to wash up, and he planned on it.

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Get It Right (5/?)

Sebastian Stan/Reader

Disclaimer: fluff, um swearing (?), kinda slow but the next chapter is going to be hella cute.

Originally posted by lancetucker

(last part)

Sebastian ended up leaving around 5 so that he had time to shower and change before he was due to meet some friends later. He invited me to come along but I didn’t want to take him away from his friends that he hasn’t seen in awhile. Plus some alone time is needed every once in awhile, especially at the start of a new relationship. Wait, did I just call this a relationship? Shit. I’m in deep. Part of me wants to slow down, not see him for a couple days and see how I feel. But another, bigger, part of me want to run down this hill at top speed and see where it takes me. I mean, I’ve been crushing on this guy for 5 years, how can I not want to jump in fast? Also there’s the whole situation that he’s leaving town in 2 days and then who knows when the next time I’ll see him will be. Maybe I should look more into moving to New York. No, I mean maybe, but I can’t just pick New York because of a guy. I have my career to think about. I decide to call my best friend and see what she thinks. I quickly dial her number and she answers after a few rings.

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anonymous asked:

TrickShot HC: Marvin was being the klutz he is and tripped down the last of the stair, shattering his mask. No mask = no magic, so he cant just repair it on the spot. after hours in the bathroom hiding away from everyone, he hearrs a soft voice from behind the door. "M-Marvin? Its Chase! I fixed your mask, dude. I mean i did what i could. I found it on the floor earlier... you've been in here for a while, Marv. Come out, I miss you."

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

THIS IS SO NICE 

aaaa so my last contribution to voltronwhumpweek (free day) was supposed to be a Lallura sickfic, it didn’t quite come together but this happened instead :’3 I also just wanted to say thank you so so much to the mods for making such an incredible and positive event, I am still going through all the amazing content even now! I had so much fun and will be flailing all over the place if it happens again, it has all been so fantastic and made my whole week ♡


Lance & Allura sick!edition

sick!Lance:

Lance is one of those people who’s still really cheerful when sick- he prefers being in the company of others to waiting it out alone, he’s not super embarrassed about symptoms and can laugh about being slightly gross etc. So he’ll happily visit Allura’s room and be all sniffly, still wanting to do her hair and so on (the styles get fantastically complicated when he’s stressed but very romantic/flowy when he’s not feeling well). Allura sometimes makes him wear a pair of her socks to keep warm, or she’ll make them both a whole bunch of tea when Lance has been talking non-stop for hours and then can’t stop coughing/spluttering (he’ll do that watery-eyed no-no-I’m-totally-fine handflail and keep trying to chit-chat even then).

Allura’s also figured out that Lance really appreciates small gestures of affection when under the weather (hugs, pats on the back), so though he doesn’t always ask for them, she’ll pull his legs over hers if they’re watching a film, or gently massage his temples or the bridge of his nose if his sinus is aching from being stuffed-up. If the cold isn’t too bad Lance won’t want Allura to worry about it (or genuinely doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about), and he’ll sometimes make his sneeze fit of 4-5 sound more high-pitched/vocalised at the end to make her laugh, or bless himself in a comical way if it accidentally takes him by surprise. Though Lance notoriously gets in trouble for not-covering, he does make an effort if he’s cuddled-up under Allura’s blankets, generally by pulling-up his shirt in whatever way he can.

Allura doesn’t mind Lance crashing out in her bed when he’s ill, he kicks/fidgets a lot but sleeps better when she’s there, and Allura needs far less sleep than him anyway. If he has a fever he’ll wake up a few times (Lance loves hearing these stories in the morning, he’ll make the most cryptic statements which Allura will spend vargas trying to decipher, only for Lance to later be like- ohhhyeah! I read that in a christmas cracker once!), but when he does wake up, Allura will get him to drink some water or blow his nose and then quietly tell him things about Altea until his shivering gets a bit better and he falls back to sleep in her lap.

sick!Allura:

Aside from occasional exhaustion from piloting the castle through untold dimensions of time and space, Allura hardly ever gets sick. When she does she’s both practical and stoic about it, and is often caught between knowing she needs rest to get better (to help the team), and knowing that isn’t always possible, because the team needs all hands on deck. Allura doesn’t exhibit symptoms as obviously as the human paladins, which often means they don’t notice a mild/moderate cold. But Lance always notices. Allura will seem slightly quieter, take longer to decide on something, or second-guess her decision when she does. She’ll also smile more, in that firm, reassuring way that honestly is really reassuring, but that Lance has come to realise means she’s trying hard to be strong about something. Allura sometimes feels that she worries Coran enough, and though Lance strongly disagrees and knows Coran would too, he doesn’t make her self-conscious by drawing attention to every sniffle. Instead, he’ll try and catch her alone and ask if she’s okay. Lance knows the answer is always going to be yes, but he still wants Allura to know he’s there for her too.

On those rare occasions when Allura catches the team space!flu, she’ll keep to herself as much as she can get away with, and isn’t fooled by Lance’s 1001 reasons he needs to visit her for urgent advice on combat moves/Altean history/face masks, but quietly appreciates him checking-in to make sure she’s still alive. The night Lance found her drenched in sweat on the bathroom floor was one of the worst Allura remembers, but Lance sits with her for what feels like forever, tells her funny stories from his childhood and keeps making sure she drinks water, just a small sip at a time. At one point the fever almost makes her cry, which feels as ridiculous as it does embarrassing, but every time Allura throws up or tries to apologise, Lance is just like ‘uhhh have I even told you about the time I cried at___? threw up at ___? cried and then threw up because I was crying so much?’ until Allura realises that she somehow feels better and in spite of everything he’s actually made her smile. Later Allura goes to thank him (she’s worried her thank you sounds too reserved, it means more than she can say), but then Lance hugs her back, and Allura knows that he knows she means it. And it matters to him too.

What is Wrong With Your Face?

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary: After a hunt with the boys, all the reader wants to do is relax and unwind. She doesn’t know that putting on a face mask would cause so much distress.

Warnings: A little bit of cursing. I don’t think there’s anything else!

Word Count: 936

A/N: Just a little story I whipped up before work. I thought it was kinda funny :-) Although this is a Sam x Reader, there isn’t a whole lot of fluff between them. Just a few kisses here and there! Feedback is very much appreciated!!!! xx

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It was nearly two in the morning and you, Sam, and Dean were just getting home from a hunt. A group of vampires had happened to travel right through Kansas, just a few miles from the bunker. They sent you on a wild goose chase in the beginning, but the three of you ended the hunt successfully.

When you arrived at the bunker, you trudged down the stairs and went straight for your room.

“Hey Y/N, Dean and I are going to get cleaned up and then do a little research before we go to bed… you can join us if you want” Sam suggested, following you down the bunker hallway.

You practically glared a hole right through his head. “No. No more. I am done for the day. I’ll be in our room if you need me… but please, don’t need me” you answered sharply.

Sam gave you a quick smile then gave you a soft kiss on the head. “We won’t be at it for long… I’ll be in bed in a little bit”

Giving him a slight nod, you slid into your shared bedroom and shut the door behind you.

This kind of thing happened to you every couple months. The stress and lack of sleep from so many hunts would catch up with you, and you would snap. All you wanted to do was relax and be by yourself. Luckily, after being with Sam for so long, he usually knew when these times would come and would leave you be for a little while.

After changing your clothes and rinsing off all of the caked on blood on you, you decided to pamper yourself a little bit. Adrenaline was still pumping heavily through your veins so you knew that you wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon.

You dimmed all of the lights and lit your only scented candle you owned. After collecting a bathtub fizz ball you bought almost a month ago, a bottle of wine, and the book you had been most recently reading, you ran yourself a bubble bath.

You threw your hair up into a messy bun on the top of your head, then lowered yourself into the tub. Your aching body happily embraced the heat surrounding it.

After a few minutes of relaxing, you reached over the side of the bath tub to grab the face mask you had prepared for yourself. You squeezed a little bit of the bright green liquid onto your fingers then gently massaged it into your skin. Leaning back onto the wall of the tub, you let out a sigh of relief, finally getting some well-deserved relaxation.

15 minutes and a glass of wine later, you heard a small tap on the bathroom door. Luckily, you had locked it before getting into the tub.

“Hey babe, I erm, know that you told me not to bug you, but… we kind of need you out here. I think we found something” Sam soothingly called out through the door.

Groaning loudly, you sat up straight in the tub. “Fine. I’ll be out in a minute”

You dried off as much as possible then slipped into your favorite fluffy robe. Padding into the library, you stopped once you approached the boys looking intently at a book.

“So, what did you find?”

“Well, it looks like… oh my god Y/N, your face!” Dean’s gruff voice rumbled. A look of shock and disgust flashed across his face as he stood, backing away a few steps.

Sam immediately looked up at you when he saw Dean’s reaction. “What the hell are you talki… Y/N are you okay? Your face…”

Your eye brows knit together at their reaction. Was there something wrong with your face? Why were they bringing up your face right now?

“What a nice way to kick me while I’m down” you deadpanned as you went searching for the nearest mirror to see what they were talking about.

“Y/N, your face is… bright green!” Sam exclaimed with wide eyes.

You immediately stopped looking for a mirror and instead almost fell on the floor laughing. Sam and Dean seemed incredibly concerned by your sudden burst of laughter.

“What the hell is wrong with her? Wait, are you sure she didn’t get bit on that hunt?!” Dean whispered to Sam. Sam immediately made his way over to you and rested a hand on your waist.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

Between fits of laughter, you were finally able to choke out what you were laughing about. “It’s… an… exfoliation… face…. mask!”

“A what?” Dean inquired, still looking at you with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows. It shouldn’t have surprised you that neither of the boys knew what a face mask was. Thinking about it, you were pretty sure you’d never used one since you met them almost four years ago.

Sam took his finger and dabbed at your face, getting some of the green goo off. He held it up to his nose and took a curious sniff. “Smells… minty?”

“Why the hell would you put green goop on your face?!” Dean rumbled.

“It’s supposed to help the complexion of your face… yanno, cleans out your pores, refreshes your skin?” you tried to explain to them. They both just shrugged and looked at each other.

Once you finally settled down, you went to the bathroom and cleaned off your face. “You guys have faced demons, vampires, angels, werewolves, ghouls, and whatever else, yet you get scared when I put on a face mask…” you chuckled to yourself as the boys rolled their eyes at you.

You wouldn’t ever let them live that down.

anonymous asked:

Rainy day indoors with Ben and Rey? :D

This has been sitting in my inbox long enough! Sorry this took so long! Some light-hearted floof with no plot sorry


“Rey. Rey. Reeeeey.”

She pinched her eyes together and rolled over, burying her face further into the pillows. It was Sunday and if her ears weren’t deceiving her, it was raining outside. All the more reason to stay in bed.

“Rey, we gotta get up,” the sleep ridden voice grumbled next to her.

“Why?” she whined, slinging her arm over his body to snuggle closer to his chest. “We don’t have anything on today and our phones are on Do Not Disturb.”

Ben hugged Rey tightly until she let out a high pitch noise. “Yeah, I know but it’s almost three. We gotta eat something.”

“Like your dick?”

Grinning, Ben pulled back and sat up. “Maybe later but for now…” He torpedoed off the bed and rushed to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door and filling their small apartment with noises of him pissing.

Rolling her eyes, Rey gathered the blankets around her until she became a human burrito. As she drifted back to sleep, she heard the faint clinking of metal on porcelain from the kitchen before Ben padded back into their bedroom. With the promise of food, Rey reluctantly sat up and took the proffered bowl of cereal. “We’re going to need more than this,” she said, mouth full of Cocoa Puffs.

“I added bananas. What else do we need?” Ben asked, precariously balancing his own bowl of cereal as he wrestled some blankets from her. “What do you feel like watching?”

Rey shrugged. “Whatever is on Netflix?”

“Last time we did this, we spent half an hour just browsing.”

“I’m fine with that.” Rey slurped the chocolate milk and put it on her bedside table. “We probably shouldn’t have installed a TV in our bedroom,” she said, sliding off the bed to get more food.

“Maybe so, but what’s the point of having our own place if not to be 100% slobs on a rainy Sunday afternoon?” Ben called, choosing a random sitcom.

Rey returned with a packet of chips and a bottle of water, with another small bottle under her arm. “We should try this later today, if we get bored.”

Ben caught the unknown bottle and squinted at the label. “Charcoal face mask? Why do we even have this?”

“It was for free! Also, I wanna see the shit that comes off our face.” Disgust pulled on Ben’s face but Rey merely grinned. “Nah, you’ll love it. You’ll probably examine both our masks.”

He pondered for a moment. “Only because you probably have more crap on your face than me.”

Rey let out a loud snort. “Ha, sure thing. Whatever you believe, Ben.”

Ten minutes later found the pair crowding around the small mirror in their bathroom, a black thick paste painted over their noses with both of them impatiently waiting for the mask to dry whilst goading the other.

Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When You Wear His Clothes]

Notes: [f/n]= first name

I don’t know what to call the cloth Toby wears on his mouth, so I’m calling it a mouthguard. *shrugs*

When You Wear His Clothes

Out of boredom, I decide to explore my boyfriend’s room a bit, just a little bit mind you! I wonder what I’ll find….

Slenderman:

Slendie’s room is rather boring, truthfully. He keeps everything simple, except for one little detail, that detail being his desk covered by a bunch of notes with weird messages. I’ve been busying myself by looking through the notes, but after awhile, it starts to become rather boring. So I move on to his closet, to see what skeletons he’s hiding (God, please let there seriously be no skeletons). When I open it, I’m a bit relieved (if a bit disappointed) to find the closet to only be filled with a bunch of suits. I wonder, what would I look like wearing one? Slendie’s much taller than me, and the sight of me trying to fit one of his suits amuses me. So, with nothing else better to do, I pluck one of the suits off of its hanger.

I carefully fit my arms through the suit’s long sleeves, only the sleeves are much too long for me. My hands are nowhere to be seen as the sleeves dangle past my hips. What’s worse is I don’t even need the pants, for the shirt almost looks like a dress on me. Slendie has no mirror in his room (why need one when he has no face?) so I head towards the bathroom. Luckily, I don’t run into anyone on the way there. When I see myself in the mirror, I giggle a bit to myself. I look ridiculous! I wave around my arm to watch one of the sleeves flap about.

Satisfied, I walk out of the room. Only, I’m blocked by a familiar black suit. My eyes trail upwards to meet Slendie’s faceless head. “Oh, um, Slendie, I was just, uh, trying on your suit,” I explain hastily.

He doesn’t respond, and instead he quietly inspects me. I fidget under his gaze, feeling much more smaller when I’m in his suit. Out of everything I expected him to say, I didn’t expect him to say, “You look adorable.”

I blush at the compliment. “Thanks, but I look ridiculous,” I say shyly.

He chuckles at me. “You look so tiny. In fact,” he bends over and scoops me into his arms, “I want to hold you close when you look like this.”

I bury my face against his chest as he presses me close. The smell of him surrounds me everywhere, the smell of the forest. I feel like I’m hidden from the world as Slendie’s arms encase me, his scent wrapped around me.

I’ve never felt more at home.

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BEN:

“…..Why is this here?” I ask to myself as I hold up a Link costume. A note flutters off of the costume, so I bend over and grab it.

Written on the note is, ‘Hey, figured you would like to cosplay me. Enjoy! Love, Ben.’ I can hear the snicker he had while writing this note in my mind. I don’t mind cosplay, so I’m actually glad he bought me this, even if it was bought in a teasing manner. I’ll show him, watch me pull off the look! Determined, I pull on the costume. After checking a mirror, I determine I look pretty good.

Filled with confidence, I stride to the television and call his name, “Ben!” When the television flickers on, I wear a smirk as I place my hands on my hips. “What do you think?” What I did not expect was for him to turn beet red. After standing in that same pose for so long, I start to feel embarrassed as his gaze drills holes in me. I cough a bit, hinting for him to hurry up and answer me.

“You’re actually wearing it?” he asks, dumbfounded.   

“Well, yeah! Link is badass, so I couldn’t resist cosplaying him. Why, do I look bad?” I ask a bit nervously. I didn’t think I looked bad, but….

“No, just the opposite!” Ben blurts outs. He recovers and tries to look smooth. “You look like you’re my property.”

I roll my eyes at him, but I can’t help but wear a relieved smile. “Shouldn’t I technically be Link’s property in this getup?” I say teasingly.

He flickers in front of me, a mocking scowl on his face. “No, you’re mine,” he says possessively, then swoops down to steal a kiss from me.

When he pulls away, I say with a smirk, “Isn’t it kind of like you’re kissing yourself?”

He smiles seductively back. “Hey, selfcest can be kind of sexy,” he replies, gently pushing me against the wall as he kisses me harder.

I decide to ask how he knew my measurements at another time.

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Jeff the Killer:

“I’m taking a shower,” Jeff informs me. “Want to join me?”

“No!” I shriek, blushing madly. Jeff flashes a smirk at me before starting to lift his hoodie, revealing his chest. “Jeff, no, I’m still in the room!” I cry as I cover my eyes with my hands.   

“So? You’re my lover,” he says, and I feel cloth cover me as Jeff tosses the hoodie at me. “I’ll be back soon, don’t go anywhere.”

“You better be dressed when you get back!” I yell after him. Jeez, now I’m all hot and flustered! “Jerk,” I grumble to myself as I inspect the hoodie in my hands. Hmm….I check to make sure he’s gone, finding the coast to be clear. Alone, I lift the hoodie to my face, taking a big whiff of it. It smells just like Jeff, the smell stimulating my senses and making my heart warm. I tug on the hoodie, finding it to be just a little bit big on me.

With the warmth of his hoodie and his scent surrounding me, it’s almost like I’m being embraced by Jeff. I hug my arms around me, relishing the feel of the hoodie. I can’t help the soft smile on my face as my head and senses is filled with Jeff.

However, I didn’t think I’d fall asleep on his bed wearing his hoodie. I didn’t realize how tired I was, and the warmth of the hoodie lulled me to sleep. “[f/n], what are you doing?” a familiar voice asks me.

My eyes flutter open, Jeff’s face coming into focus. I’d bolt up if it wasn’t for the fact that his face is inches from my own. “Jeff!” I cry, a blush settling on my face. “Sorry, you left it with me, and I wanted to try it on, I didn’t mean to sleep with it on….,” I trail off as his eyes travel up and down my body. Which doesn’t help my blush.

“I like it,” he tells me. “There’s something about you wearing my clothes that makes me want to do stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” I shyly ask.

His eyes gleam with desire. “I’ll show you,” he huskily tells me, and whatever distance we had is closed by his lips.

I gotta say, wearing the hoodie was nice, but with Jeff kissing me….I kind of want him to take it off.   

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Ticci Toby:

“[f/n], try this on!” Toby exclaims excitedly, thrusting his goggles towards me.

    Me, I stare at him like he’s crazy (ignoring the fact that he actually is crazy). “Uh, why?” I ask.

    “Because! I want to see how you’ll look in it,” he explains.

    Doubtfully, I grab the goggles and place them over my eyes. “How do I look?” I ask him, feeling like I look silly.

    “You look good,” he assures me. He hastily pulls off his mouthguard and hands it to me. “Now put this on!”

Even though I’m confused, I obediently put on the mouthguard. “And?” I press. Then he starts to lift off his hoodie, revealing his chest. “Toby! I’m right here!”

He chuckles at me before pulling the hoodie down on my head. “Put this on, too,” he demands.

I groan at him as I tug on the hoodie. As I’m readjusting the goggles so they fit right, I turn to Toby exaggeratedly and ask, “Why on earth am I wearing this?”

“Because you look really cute wearing my clothes!” he explains cheerfully. He steps closer to me, his bare chest painfully obvious. “And, you look really sexy, too.”

Well I highly doubt I look sexy wearing goggles and a mouthguard, I’m too distracted by Toby’s sexiness to care. “I think you look better in them,” I mumble, trying to avoid looking at him. However, when he tackles me to the ground, I can’t help but look at him.   

“Oh no, you look stunning,” he huskily insists. “Irresistible, in fact.” He presses his lips against the mouthguard, and I desperately don’t want it on anymore. But before I can yank it off, his lips move to my neck, pressing softly against my bare skin. I whimper against the contact, and I can feel Toby smirk against my skin. “But the mouthguard has to go,” he says as he yanks it off himself. He presses his lips against my own, and I thankfully respond.

I think we can both agree that sometimes, it’s better to go without the mouthguard.

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Eyeless Jack:

“Jack, are you in here?” I call into his bedroom. Damn, he’s always disappearing on me! The man’s like a shadow: there one minute, gone the next. I’m about to look somewhere else when I notice a familiar blue mask laying on a table. Walking closer, I find it to be Jack’s mask. What is he doing walking around without it? I pick it up, inspecting it closely. Why does Jack even wear it, anyways? Probably to make him look otherworldly or something.

Curious, I place the mask on. Jack doesn’t bother keeping a mirror in his room, so I walk to a bathroom. With the mask on, I kind of look like him. You know, except I have eyes. With the mask still on, I return to Jack’s bedroom. However, I didn’t expect him to be there when I got back. He stares at me, then points out, “That’s my mask.”

“Yeah, I know,” I reply, a bit embarrassed to be found wearing it. “I’ll give it back.”

“No need,” Jack replies, taking off the mask and tossing it. He then proceeds to drag me to his bed, pinning me down.

“Jack!” I squeal as he starts kissing my neck.

“I didn’t want the mask,” he tells me as he places kisses on my neck. “It gets in the way.”

Wait, does that mean…“Were you looking for me?” I ask. That would explain why he left his mask behind.

“Yes,” he softly replies against my skin.

“Oh,” I breath, distracted by his lips as they trails kisses on my collarbone. His tongue darts from his mouth and licks my skin. I moan in delight as he tastes me.

“You take delicious, [f/n],” Jack says before nibbling softly at my skin.

“Ah!” I cry as he bites down a bit harder. He suckles and nibbles at my skin, leaving behind a mark. His lips trail around my neck as he leaves various marks.

Needless to say, I had to keep my neck covered for a while to hide the various hickies he left me.