uhm….i really can’t believe that i already hit 500?? and i remade like a week ago?? thank you all so much for following me and making this such an enjoyable place for me to be i love you all so much 💘 i’ve been here since 2010 when will i leave
so i decided to do a follow forever and include all the amazing blogs that i follow, i hope you all have a wonderful day and know how much you all mean to me 💐
☼ - i love you with my whole heart ♡ - favourite blogs that i would sell my soul for 💌 - hover there’s a love letter for you~
A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;
The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.
“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.
“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”
“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”
“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.
“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”
“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”
“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.
“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.
“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”
“Same here.” You giggled.
You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.
“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”
“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.
Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.
“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.
“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.
“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.
“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.
“Merry Christmas soldier.”
“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.
“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.
“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.
“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”
“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”
“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.
“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.
“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.
“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.
“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”
“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”
“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”
“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”
You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.
“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.
“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.
“Guilty as charge.”
“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”
“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.
It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.
“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.
“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.
“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.
“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”
“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.
Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.
It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.
“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.
“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.
“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.
You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.
“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.
“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.
“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.
You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.
“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.
“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.
“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”
“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.
Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 2163
Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.
Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got.
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
You hated the
hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your
life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and
bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry
snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was
just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.
You stared at the
clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t
important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that
morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.
Maybe you should
The sound of the
bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running
towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave
out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath.
“Hi there, Y/N.”
Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”
“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured?
youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question
at a time, champ.”
eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident
swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his
forehead puckered just a tiny little
“Where is Dean?”
“Um,” he started,
rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”
“Sam.” you tried
again, a bit more forceful. “Where is
And then, right before
he could actually reply, a little kid
with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view,
wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.
Author’s notes: Anyone want some fake relationship fluff? I got u, fam. I hope you are feeling much better, anon!! I really wanted a fluff fic done by Valentine’s pero candy is half off today so I mean, technically the 15th is better than Valentine’s Day.
Reconnaissance missions suck.
You run on a gamble of either getting what you need or leaving the planet empty handed. The mission called for gathering intel on the possible Imperial occupation of an Outer Rim planet.
“In and out,” Cassian tells you once you enter the city.
jisung is completely and absolutely in love with you so it wouldn’t be hard for him to reassure you that you’re the only girl he has eyes for. he wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough, so he’d compliment you a lot that day and try to make you understand that his feelings for his friends don’t go anywhere beyond platonic friendship. if you still wouldn’t believe him he would most likely scoop you up in his arms and sit you on the couch so he can cuddle up to you and give you a pep talk if needed.
sungwoon would actually be a little flattered by your jealousy. maybe it’d get to his head a little that you were worried about him interacting a lot with other girls, so he’d tease you about it for a little while. however, as soon as you make it clear to him that you’re less than amused by the whole situation he’d try to put himself in your shoes and apologize. he’d pull you close and place light kisses all over your face all while repeating over and over how much he loves you.
honestly, it’s pretty easy to get jealous when you’re dating hwang minhyun. he’s incredibly handsome and it doesn’t help that most girls love to fawn over him whenever he sets foot in the room. when you first voice your concern and tell him that you’re jealous, he might find you’re overreacting and not think too much of it. he’d wrap his hands around your waist, kiss the top of your head to calm you down a little and say something along the lines of “you shouldn’t be worrying babe, i only love you” and then that’d be it for the moment.
seongwoo loves seeing you jealous. it inflates his already big ego like nothing else, so he’d definitely be a huge dick tease about it, maybe even to the point that you get upset with him and leave. even though he is a dickhead, seongwoo can be quite sensitive when it comes to you, so he’d immediately know that he crossed a line. he’d apologize profusely and maybe confess that he gets jealous when you talk to other guys as well because boy he really does
here’s another boy that’d just love to tease you for a little while if he found out you’re jealous, however, he’d be a little sweeter and more low-key about it. you probably wouldn’t even tell him, so you just sulk on the couch for a little while and not talk to him until he figures out what’s wrong. when he notices that you’re actually pretty down, he’d be very affectionate and try to show you that you’re the only one for him. sometimes he gets kind of cheesy and cups your face in his hands to kiss your cheeks a lot. he’d probably say something dumb but adorable like “listen you’re really damn cute when you’re jealous but you’re even cuter when you’re smiling so please be happy again”
to daniel, your jealousy would come as kind of a shock. he’s honestly so fixated on his love for you in a good way obviously that he doesn’t even have time to think about other girls anymore. his friends are friends, that’s it, and that’s what he tells you as well. if you’re really upset about it, he’ll hold you close, wrap a blanket around the two of you and speak reassuring words to you in a low voice and if you’re still not convinced he has other ways of proving his love to you tbh have fun
woojin still isn’t that experienced when it comes to relationships, so he wouldn’t really know what to do if you ever told him that you get jealous whenever he hangs out with other girls. he’d, of course, apologize without really knowing what he did wrong or what he can do to change it, however, he’d try to show you a little more affection and grip your hand a little tighter than usual or kiss you a little more frequently.
jihoon is another young ‘n pretty boy with a lot of female fans, so it’s not that hard to get jealous for you. he’d be less sweet about it and get annoyed if it happens often, because he can’t do anything but tell you that you’re the only girl he loves in hopes that you’ll believe him. sometimes your jealousy will result in a fight between the two of you, and it’s just generally a touchy topic between the both of you.
daehwi would honestly be on the verge of tears lmao, he would never want to see his girlfriend hurting because of something he did, even if it was unintentional. he’d loop his arms around you from behind, bury his face in the crook of your neck and whisper sweet ‘i love you’s’ and things like ‘oh no baby please don’t be upset because of things like these you don’t have to worry’ in hopes of making you feel better.
tbh baejin is a fucking emotional rock when it comes to these things so if you don’t come out and straight up tell him that you’re jealous he’d never be able to tell. he’d be a little confused at first but wouldn’t really make a big thing out of it even though he’d feel just the tiniest bit flattered, he’d just grab your hand and go like ‘aw babe that’s not neccessary i love you’ and it’d be settled with that.
guanlin is, just like the rest of the maknae line, pretty inexperienced when it comes to relationships. when you tell him that you’re jealous he’d laugh it off, quickly peck your lips and tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on which honestly makes you melt a little. he’d be happy that you like him enough to be protective over him, so he’d wrap his entire body around you and take a nice nap with you because what better way to show someone you love them amirite
Question: does Keith ever actually agree to a cutesy nickname? Also, how quickly did Lance decide Keith needed one? I'm guessing, like, immediately, and when Keith hardcore refused to be called "babe", he just started being ridiculously gooey and gross with the nicknames because "I-actually-want-you-to-pick-one-because-I'm-sappy-and-romantic-that-way-and-also-this-embarrasses-you-which-is-now-one-of-my-top-priorities-in-life-so-honestly-it's-a-win-win" XDD
It took Lance and Keith about three weeks to settle into their status as “boyfriends.”
After coming down from the high that was a romantic space ball, Lance found he had no clue how to be a boyfriend, and sort of floundered in awkwardness a lot, trying to hold hands but then changing his mind and doing things like pretending to pick lint off Keith’s jacket sleeve.
Keith had moments of weird insult-compliments because he thought that maybe they shouldn’t fight anymore? So he’d start with, “Lance, you’ve gotta stop running your mouth … except, uh, it’s nice, sometimes, and I like looking at your lips saying stupid stuff?”
They got over this eventually, but Pidge and the others got so much amusement out of it that many inside jokes developed as a result. (“Hey Pidge, you know I love you ‘cause I’m constantly grooming your clothes!” “Aw, thanks, Hunk, I think you’ve got a funny face, but it’s nice to look at it!”)
There was some awkward maneuvering during meal times, too. (Do they sit together? Across from each other? “Okay, make up your minds, Lance, Keith, at this point you’re both just playing musical chairs.” “Bite me, Pidge.” “Insert obligatory innuendo about your boyfriend here.” “Wow, Keith is really red now — nice one!” “Hey, only I’m allowed to embarrass him like that!”).
And, first kiss aside, there was a lot of:
“Um, Keith, can I kiss you now? Is this a kissing moment?”
“That was a pretty awesome shot you just made, so I think yes …”
Also: “Keith, is there some kind of rule for making-out? Do we just agree together that this couch is a make-out spot?”
“I don’t mind kissing you anywhere — I mean, anywhere on the Castle, not like, anywhere on your — not yet at least, and Lance, stop freaking laughing and kiss me, you asshole.”
Not to mention they had to figure out where their boundaries were during super-important-Voltron-missions-and-meetings, as well as when they were just hanging out with the others during casual-nobody-is-trying-to-kill-us times.
Eventually, they both became at ease with certain levels of PDA, and they learn how to read each other’s wordless cues, and talk about other things that are important, like the how and when of personal space, how much time to spend in each other’s rooms, etc.
So, almost a month has gone by at this point, and Lance is comfortable and content, and just has to call his boyfriend something other than “Keith” or “Red.” But when he lets “babe” slip out, Keith immediately says, “Uh, no. Never say that to me again.”
Lance took that as a challenge, and started tossing increasingly terrible names at him randomly and with much eyebrow waggling. Keith got annoyed, but he never took Lance aside to seriously ask him to stop, so Lance kept right on embarrassing him (and the others, secondhand), for about two weeks.
And yes, romance was fifty percent of his enjoyment, but blushing Keith was absolutely the other fifty percent of his motivation — even if half of these blushes were less I’m-so-embarrassed, and more next-time-we-spar-I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass.
During their pirate encounter, Lance lets “querido” slip out — partially deliberate, partially a natural fall back into his native language, but as soon as he says it, Keith has a very visceral reaction, and that is it.
Lance uses querido and cariño all the time. After they’ve been dating for even longer, mi amor slips in too. And maybe, further down the road, mi vida comes into play.
Point being, Lance cannot believe he’d neglected to use Spanish with Keith, especially considering that words of affection were the first he’d learned, since they’d been said to him by his parents and older siblings since he was a baby. He starts speaking Spanish not only with Hunk, but with Keith now as well, and it’s fun to whisper things into Keith’s ear, watching him turn pink, even when all he’s saying is, “Querido, next time you use my face cream without asking first, I’m going to flush your fingerless gloves down the toilet.”
And holy crap, I’m sorry! What a freaking roundabout way to answer your question. *sweats* Sometimes my brain does stuff without my permission. Damn. You’re awesome for asking stuff, and I’m sorry for being so damn long-winded! *hugs*
Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.
Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”
Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.
“You should have called me sooner.”
“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”
“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”
“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”
Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.
“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”
When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.
Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.
The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.
As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.
His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.
where did you get this?
Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.
“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”
Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.
Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.
Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.
Well that just wouldn’t do at all.
He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.
Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.
“Insatiable as ever.”
sit with me
Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.
Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.
The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.
If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.
The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964.
So they lived like this. No man’s land.
“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”
Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.
“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”
darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.
Erik sat up abruptly.
“All of them?”
every last one. especially after this morning.
Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.
“You were supposed to be asleep.”
taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling
“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”
yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-
Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.
you’ll get sick
“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”
Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.
For the sake of the cough syrup.
Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.
He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.
“I think I like you like this.”
don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess
“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”
that was -
Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.
“That was something.”
Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.
The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.
“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”
Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking.
Pleaseee headcanons for dating Jason?? From the 2017 version? eeeekk I'm in love with him
Omg yes now I written for all of my boys yay! Ikr I’m love him too! I honestly love them all sm. I’m trash lmao
•He’s the leader, so basically he feels responsible for like everyone on the team- especially you
•At first he didn’t want to start a relationship with you, because naturally if an enemy found out you would leverage
•When you do finally get together, he. Is. So. Protective.
-If a guy even looks at you the wrong way he’s gathering the team, “its morphin time”
- and you all have to talk him down, reminding him what Zordon said about not escalating fights or abusing your powers
•Oh man, on the battlefield this boy is deadly. If an enemy hurts you, they’re down in record time. Jason always tries to stay by your side, he couldn’t imagine not having you there with him.
•He’s so worried about everyone, and you know the ‘leader’ mantle doesn’t help that. He’s soon becomes the mom friend™ of the rangers
-legitimately he will call all of you to make sure you get home safely after a battle or if one of you gets drunk at a party he will personally drive them home and carry them up to their bed and stuff like that
•He has nightmares, about Rita or you or the others getting hurt
-So he calls you at random times, his breathing heavy and you just talk him through it, assuring that all of you are safe and that you love him
-Sometimes he just calls because he wants to hear your voice
•He is actually pretty mellow on the PDA, like hand-holding or arm draping but no intense make outs in public
-the only time he does is if another guy won’t leave you alone, and he kisses you just to show your taken
•He calls you these cheesy pet names and you high key love it
-He calls you ‘baby’ too, but it’s mixed in with ‘love’, ‘gorgeous’, and ‘beautiful
-you always call him ‘captain’ jokingly (he would die if anyone found out but he thinks it’s super hot)
•His little sister totally adores you
-one time he walked in and you and her were having a tea party and he just knew you were the girl he was gonna marry
•His whole family likes you actually, his mom is really happy he got a good girl and his dad even claps his back telling him he did good with you
•The two of you always hold bike races through the City, but he mostly lets you win
•the whole team loves you together, and you haven’t been happier than when you’re with Jason and your friends.
(Aw this was so cute. I hope you all enjoy! Love ya! Feel free to request more!)
Can i request an AU prompt #3 for peter parker? (For every question they get right during studying they have to take off a piece of clothing) i love your writing! ❤️
Awe, thank you, my love! I hope you enjoy! x
Sunlight streamed through the curtains of Peter’s room, your legs crossed in front of you as you sat in a comfortable silence while you and Pete study for the chemistry test on Monday.
You were three questions down on the study guide your teacher provided you when you had officially categorized the few minutes you had researched the material as boring. Slowly, you looked away from your paper, and looked down at Peter who was laying on his stomach, examining his notes with careful eyes while he bit his lips softly.
You resisted the urge to groan, instead thinking of something to do other than studying for the moment.
“Pete,” Your voice ripped through the air, causing Peter to whip his head up in your direction with a questioning expression. “I’m bored.”
With a small smile and a shake of his head, he sat straight on the bed, mimicking your position as he prepared himself to continue studying. “Y/N, we need to ace this test. It’s half of our grade, you know that.”
“Yeah, but Pete, you’re smart. It’s different for me, I’m not a genius who can remember anything the teacher tells me right away, you can.” You didn’t mean to sound like a whiner, but you couldn’t help it. You whined a lot when it came to school, but luckily you had Peter to help you with your grades.
Peter looked down at his study guide, contemplating on skipping it and doing something else instead. However, Peter was against it. “We need to study, Y/N.”
Slowly, you bit your bottom lip, looking down at your lap. You knew how important this grade was, it was just stressful. You currently had a lot going on at home, knowingly to Peter, and you just couldn’t completely focus on the material for Monday. It was almost impossible, but luckily you knew most of the material.
“You’re smart, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. I don’t know, maybe you need to study it in a different way?” Peter thought aloud, resisting the urge to kiss you when he watched you bite your lip. Suddenly, a broad smirk painted itself upon your lips, and Peter gulped at the sight.
“I know a way we can study.” You grinned, bouncing up and down on his bed, confusing Peter to the fullest.
“O-Okay. W-What are you thinking?” He stuttered, listening to you chuckle.
You bit your lip again, your face burning at the thought that was currently in the front of your mind. “Let’s play a game.”
Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mouth turning into a frown. “Okay… spill.”
“Well, for one, we ask each other questions on the study guide-”
“Obviously.” He said sarcastically, a teasing smile on his lips. He laughed when you jumped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tackling him to the bed.
“Wait, wait, wait, but there’s a twist!”
Peter rose his brow in question, waiting for you to continue.
“For every question that we get right, we have to take off one piece of clothing.” You cackled when you saw his eyes widen, his jaw almost dropping to the floor.
“U-Uh…” he trailed off, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Unwanted nerves coursed through his veins, and suddenly his face was turning a dark shade of red due to his shy personality.
“Oh, come on, Pete! It’s not like you haven’t seen me in less clothing than I’m already in right now! We’ve been dating for six months, this shouldn’t be too bad. Although, if you don’t feel comfortable with this, that’s perfectly fi-”
“N-No!” Peter cut you off with a yelp, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat once before continuing. “Let’s do it.”
You cheered when you heard Peter agree, and reached over to grab your guide, looking back at Peter. “You okay with going first?” when Peter nodded, you looked back down at the paper, reading the first question over. “Okay, Peter, this one is an easy one. The nucleus of an atom consists of what?”
Immediately, Peter answered the question correctly. “Protons and neutrons.”
A smirk lined your lips, and you motioned to his clothes. “First item of clothing.”
Peter gulped, reaching down to the hem of his - ironically - chemistry joke t-shirt and pulling it off his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. You imemdiately felt your cheeks heat up, and watched as Peter looked at you knowlingly.
“Stop it.” He bit, a small smile making its way onto his face.
Your grinned, a loud laugh echoing from your mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Peter teasingly rolled his eyes, snatching the paper from your hands and reading a question. “The most electronegative element among the following is what: Sodium, bromine, fluorine or oxygen?”
You sat there in thought for a moment before yelling out your answer. “FLUORINE!”
Peter laughed at your excitement over getting it correct, but motioned down to your clothes. “Your turn to strip, Y/N.”
Peter gulped when you smirked for the thousandth time, a grin growing on your lips. “Peter, you naughty boy!” You teased, causing Peter to groan.
“You’re the one who suggested this, I’m going along with my girl!” Peter watched as you smiled at him adoringly, climbing off the bed and slipping off the skirt you had been wearing. “Wait, that’s not fair!” Peter yelled when he small pair of shorts you had hidden under the skirt, a jovial giggle blowing past your lips.
“Oh, come on, Pete! Did you actually think I’d ever wear a skirt without having short on underneath? You know I never do that.”
Peter glared at you, a frown casted upon his lips. “My top half is bare, you could at least make it a little more fair.”
You smiled, shrugging and sitting back on the bed. “Fine, but only because it’s for you.” Pride filled your chest when you saw Peter’s cheeks turn a dark shade of red. “Ask me another question.”
Peter looked down at the paper, reading another question. “True or False: The metal used to recover copper from a solution of copper sulphate is Na.”
He eyed you carefully as you thought over the answer, repeating it in your head. It took you a few seconds to answer, your eyes planted onto Peter’s, but you successfully answered it correctly.
“False. It’s Fe.”
Peter smiled triumphantly, nodding his head. “That’s my girl. Go ahead.”
You immediately smiled sweetly at him, reaching down to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your sports bra to Peter. You realized after a few seconds that Peter was now speechless, and grinned, snatching the paper from his hands. Startling him, he jumped back from you, causing you to laugh.
“Now I get to ask you two questions, Pete.” You said innocently, smiling down at your paper sweetly.
“Great. Let’s get this going.” He urged you, causing you to raise a brow.
“Someone’s excited, huh?” You teased, laughing when Peter yelled at you.