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aggressivelyaverage21 · 1 year

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Holy War Chapter 10

After about forty-five minutes and pouring over data from the night Mother Superion enters the infirmary room again following the nurse pushing Camila’s bed. Very much to her surprise and disappointment, Ava and Lilith were both awake. Ava was turned sideways on the table kicking her feet as she waited. The steady thud-thud every half second is practically the only real noise in the room. “I thought you two were resting.”

She should have known better. As soon as the words hit Ava’s ears her head is strapped around, her right hand making quick work of the IV in her arm as she jumps to the floor. “Camila!”

“She’s asleep. And you should be too.” She hushes sharply, an edge of fondness to her voice as she watches Ava start to pace the length of the room. She stops momentarily to leave room for the nurse to wheel Camila’s bed into its appropriate spot before she continues.

Ava found herself wanting to thank Jillian with a big hug for making this room big enough to fit all three of them. Four even, if Beatrice didn’t need an ICU whenever she finally got out of surgery. It was a huge comfort to be in the same room as her sisters while they waited. She didn’t think there would ever be a time that being simply in the same room as Lilith would be a comfort but here they were. Ava thinks that might be one of the only things that was helping her keep it somewhat together.

Lilith sat up, quietly watching as Ava paced the room like a caged animal. Frankly it was exhausting to even watch and Lilith was hardly awake as it was. Ava pulled her from her rest with a soft “Lilith, you awake?” only moments before they'd brought Camila back into the room. Her body was still warm with sleep so she let herself lay back down, eyes closed breathing slowly, methodically. Painfully, now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Kiva had momentarily lifted his head from his paws to watch Ava track back and forth across the room. When it became clear she had no intention of stopping that any time soon, he let out a huff and let his head drop back down to his paws, still carefully watching Ava. He’d be following her if he wasn’t hurt.

Mother Superion steps up next to Ava, settling a hand at the small of Ava’s back. However, it didn’t have the desired effect, because of course it didn’t. That would be too easy and entirely counter to anything Ava was as a human being. Ava spun right around from it to continue pacing until Suzanne stopped her, the hand catching the back of her shirt but only barely as it was clinging tight to Ava still. Only the slight pull of the fabric stopping her momentum pulls Ava’s attention from whatever it was she was looking at, eyes clearly distant. “Go sit.”

“No. I’m fine. How’s Bea?” Ava rubs at her eyes the exhaustion not fully leaving her even as she paces, even as her heart races with anxiety.

She’s so tired in fact she hadn’t seen Jillian step into the room behind them and nearly jumps out of her shoes when the doctor addresses her instead of Mother Superion. “Ava. You are not fine and you’re filthy. Get cleaned up. Let me check the halo. Let me look at you. She'll be in surgery for a while. You need to lay down before you collapse. You haven’t even finished half the bag of fluids yet.”

“I just…” Ava takes a ragged breath in as that anxiety squeezes tighter against her chest. So hard to breathe. She wondered if Beatrice felt like this when there was a literal slab of ancient marble sitting on her. “Is she… is she gonna make it? I can’t… I can’t.” The breaths come harder in between the choked phrases as the Warrior Nun flirts dangerously with sending herself into an anxiety attack, or at the very least a bout of hyperventilation.

Mother Superion guides her back to the bed carefully, now that her attention had been on taking breaths, on asking about Beatrice it was much easier to get Ava to follow her back to the bed. The whole time Ava continued stuttering through her thoughts at the non answer. takes her by the shoulders and helps her sit back down on the bed. “We had to… Lilith and I had to go fight and we couldn’t help… and we couldn’t move her… We… what if we…”

“Ava,” it was stern but soft as Mother Superion ducked into her line of sight trying to stop her from spiraling any deeper into that line of thought. She’d been there before. Plenty of times. And it never leads anywhere good. Especially not like this. Not when there were still so many unknowns. The only positive for the time being that Beatrice was alive, which was a big positive. She just had to make sure Ava saw that. “You all did everything you could have possibly done. She’s still alive because of you. They are going to do everything they can for her.”

“Camila did most of it.” Ava ducks her head away finding the tip of her boot interesting where it continues swinging. Her leg brushing the outside of Mother Superion’s as it swings.

She hears it for what it is though, I didn’t do anything, so she places a hand on Ava’s knee to calm the nervous swinging. Her thumb tracing over the dip at the side of Ava’s patella through the fabric dried stiff with blood. Beatrice’s blood, surely. “And you and Lilth fought off the worst hell has to offer for hours. Ava. Hours. With hardly a scratch to either of you.You kept the other three members of your team safe and recovered the relics. It was mission complete and you kept a bad situation from becoming worse.”

“We’re calling it hell still?” The only part of any that she felt capable of addressing right now. Certainly not the way ‘m ission complete’ rattled bitter in her ears. Ava had forgotten about those relics the second she’d seen that building crumble. She hadn’t even really remembered getting them out of that van. Lilith must have handled it. Lilith was the real hero of the night. However, her joke fell short as she saw the concern in the older sister warrior’s much to gentle eyes.

“Right. Ok.” She adjusts, nodding with a clenched jaw as she finally agrees to do as she’s asked. She didn’t think she had much of a choice. Not when Mother Superion was looking at her like that. Not when Jillian was smiling at her like it was almost painful to watch her sit there like that.

The scientist’s smile reaches her eyes, shedding some of that sadness as Ava shifts on the table. “Text me when you get cleaned up. I’ll be in my office.” She waits for another nod from Ava before she makes her way out of the room that had somehow become this particular team of OCS agent’s personal infirmary.

“And Ava-” Mother Superion pauses behind Jillian holding the door half open as she tries to give her warriors just a little bit of space. She had been hovering enough. Something she didn’t do with the other teams. She was there for them now. Letting that wall of coldness fall with the Vatican, but these four… She couldn’t stop herself.

“Yes?” Ava looked up from where she was still staring at a hole in the floor sitting off the side of the table, yet to move. She couldn’t. Not yet. Everything hurt and nothing felt right and she just wanted to get the feeling of the night caked on her skin and in her clothes but she also just didn’t.

“Take Kiva too. He’s… he’s getting blood all over the floor.” She doesn't miss how Ava’s face drops at that, looking at the dog. Immediately she knew she had misspoken even though she’d meant it mostly as a joke. Knowing exactly who’s blood that likely was now that she’d had time to think about it. “The Vet will be here in 20 minutes.”

“Ok, yeah.” Her chin drops to rest on her chest, the stretch pulling on the borderline of painful along her spine and deep across the Halo as it does. Mother Superion didn’t bother waiting to see that they actually did start moving. She’d been there before too. Sometimes it took a second. “Come on Ki. Shower time. You too, Lilith.”

She clicks her tongue at the Dutchie much like Beatrice always did. He whines as he gets to his feet, and slowly follows Ava down the hall to the locker room. Ava watches as he goes too, not missing the dirt and blood left on the white tile confirmed Mother Superion’s previous statement. He was getting blood everywhere, and tracking it through the nearly sterile hallway.

Lilith didn’t move to follow right away, and Ava didn’t find it in her to care. She knew she’d be behind her sooner or later. Right now all she really cared about was getting Kiva cleaned up and to the vet. It was one small thing she could control and she desperately needed to control something right now.

She opened the door to the locker room and let Kiva in. Laughing, a little bitterly, as he went to the stall Beatrice and her used after their last mission. Kiva had crashed the party causing soft sounds of pleasure to devolve into belly shaking laughter as foreheads collided in resignation to the moment being ruined.

#it's a spicy meatball #kiva-interupts #lilith is doing her best #bigsis!lilith #ava silva #ava silva x sister beatrice #avatrice

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max-nico · 3 years

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Is This How I Believe Deltarune Characters Hug Each Other?!?

It... it is. They deserve love

Kris

I don't think Kris would particularly enjoy being touched, they definitely have a slight aversion, but the longer they spend with Susie and Ralsei the better they get

When recieving hugs they're probably stiff, maybe a bit awkward. Their brain is doing over time trying to remember how to properly reciprocate, but they do their best.

They probably do the slow rub and finishes off with an awkward pat, then refuses to make eye contact with you for the next 10 or so minutes

When Kris gives hugs they're extremely comforting. They're long either long and heartfelt or short and awkward

The longs ones are tight, and squeezes just enough to not hurt the other person, but still be as close as possible

They put their face in the other person's neck and their body shivers with high emotion, they're probably trying to repress tears or anger or somethin idk

Their short ones are extremely fleeting. Probably out of panic because How?? How Do I Comfort People?? Their friends find the small hugs endearing, and Susie makes sure to point out Kris's red face when they pull away

Susie

Susie's love language is touch, but she doesn't give Actaul Hugs a lot

Her most common form of hug is one armed and good natured. It's the one that your Cool Cousin gives you when you first see each other again

Sometimes she'll pick up her hug target and spin them around. It's never comfortable for the hug target but no one has ever told her and no one ever will

Normally instead of hugs she pushes, shoves, hits, and ruffles her friends hair

She literally Will Not touch you if she doesn't know you well enough and gets extremely uncomfortable if the stranger touches her

When Susie receives a hug, she tends to melt into it. Her smile goes all soft and she'll bury her snout into the person's neck or hair (depending on height), and just enjoy the contact

Then she'll immediately push the person away and pretend that didn't happen because she is Susie God Damn It and Susie isn't Soft okay?!?!

Ralsei

He loves hugs and will take any chance he can to hug his friends

Typically Ralsei goes for suprise hugs, or ones from behind. Since he's short, he likes to jump up to the person's shoulders and just kinda rub his head into their chest (like a cat), or hold himself up just long enough for a greeting

Since Kris is touch averse he chills out with his hugs, and approaches much calmer. He also (normally) asks first too, just to make his friend more comfortable

If he receives a hug he tends to get really nervous. His first response is to squeeze the person he's hugging, but that only last a second as he pulls himself together, and hugs gently instead

Lancer

Lancer is very bad with personal space. He likes to be touching someone at all times, very wholesome, he loves his friends very much

His hugs are tight and kinda painful tbh. He will quite literally Squeeze You Till You Pop

He has jumped onto someone's back and pulled them down onto the floor just to give them a great big hug AT LEAST 5 times

He just care everyone so much

Noelle

Her hugs are gentle, feather light touches that bring little sprinkles of comfort every time her hands (hooves?? Paws??) Stroke your back

She leans her head back a little so that the person (Susie) can lay their head down without snagging her antlers

However, if she receives a hug, especially if it's from a certain purple dinosaur, she immediately becomes flustered and all thoughts are silenced by internal screaming

Berdly

Despite what he may tell you, he does need hugs every now and then. He only says that because he doesn't really know how to enjoy them

I mean?? You just wrap your arms around them and relax?? Sounds stupid I'm out.

Once Berdly finally Actually Relaxes into a hug he absolutely gets it and proceeds to crave more hugs, but he has no clue how to ask for them and that's an entire problem in itself

He practices on Noelle of course, but despite all of his training he just can't get the timing right. It always gets awkward after he announces Hug Time or they brush him off

You'll get it eventually, flightless bird

He tends to be a bit tense when giving hugs, he tries to be The Best(tm) at giving hugs, which actually makes the hug worse and more stiff

However, when receiving hugs, he absolutely melts. His straight posture relaxes and he rests his chin on their shoulder

They Love Each Other Your Honor

#deltarune ralsie #ralsei headcanon #kris deltarune #kris headcanon #lancer deltarune #lancer headcanon #susie deltarune #susie headcanon #noelle deltarune #noelle headcanons #berdly deltarune #berdly headcanon #deltarune headcanon #deltarune #they love each other your honor #the soul and kris are two seperate enities #so the soul probably hugs differently than he does #i have the mic #fanfic 4 u

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simeonisalesbian · 3 years

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i am literally on demon sisters brainrot because of you and i am not even mad about it haha my lesbian ass loves them 💞 can i please request some headcanons about the paws and claws event but with the demon sisters?

lesbian demon brainrot is real and it's also fatal😔 (the demon ladies are all my last brain cells can think about lmao)

Lucifer:

She takes full pride in the fact that she as complete control over her animal instincts

However when you mentioned that it was amazing how much control she seems to have compared to her sisters you couldn't help but notice her tail wagging behind her.

She also seemed to quietly growl anytime one her sisters got a bit out of hand

She also had a harder time than usual falling asleep. You joked that maybe she just needed to circle the bed a few times. You didn't get to snuggle that night

You did both figure out that maybe it was just her sensitive hearing keeping her up.

To fix this you kept her head on your chest and softly covered her ears. It was a bit awkward but seemed to do the trick.

Mammon:

did you think she stayed up late before?

Well turns out tigers are nocturnal.

So now you have to deal with her begging you to hang out with her at 3 a.m.

You have to tell her multiple times that you do not want to go swimming right now you just want to go to sleep

she will happily still hang out with you during the day.

Tigers can't purr and that fact alone convinced her she'd be safe from any embarrassing noises

Jokes on her cus tigers chuff instead. Which she quickly found out as you were petting her head.

Leviathan:

Giraffes are weird animals who knows anything about them?

Well you and Levi end up spending quite a bit of time together since your now the only prey creatures in the house

So what a time to learn about giraffes!

for instance those weird horn things are apparently called ossicones and they feel weird

They're just firm cartilage covered in skin. Levi says they're more sensitive than her actual horns.

That being said you should take this chance you fluster her a bunch.

Her tail also ends up slapping you occasionally

Not very often though. Only when your paying attention to one of her sisters instead of her

she swears she can't control it though

Satan:

Shes honestly living her best life. This is practically a dream come true if she's honest

Even if it wasn't on purpose being a cat is amazing, and since she already knew a bunch about cats and their mannerism she adjusted quite quickly

she has already pushed several of Lucifer's mugs off of the table at breakfast proceeding to blame it on her instincts

she does cuddle a bit more than usual. Not much but she really likes it when you scratch behind her ears

She's purring anytime she has physical contact with you. She'll get really flustered if you mention

You also managed to keep her occupied with a laser pointer for hours. Yes she knows she can't catch the red dot but instincts can't be fought that easily Mc.

Asmodeus:

You jokingly called her pooh bear one time and now she's trying to convince you it would be fine if she just walked around in a red crop top

she has pounced on you several times saying she's just giving you a bear hug

you honestly can't see much of an impact on how being a bear affects her honestly

Most bears are omnivores she even her diet didn't change all that much

she honestly just seems her same clingy self but now with bear jokes.

she does ask you to pet he ears a bunch simply because of how soft they are. if would be a shame not to touch them right?

Beelzebub:

shes constantly afraid she's going to hunt and eat you.

she flat out tried to hide in the kitchen just to keep herself occupied on not eating you.

Eventually though you convince her that you trust her enough to not eat you. She still keeps a some meat on hand when she's near you just in case though.

lions can't purr unfortunately. However beel does make up for it by humming when you rub her ears.

She wants you to know it feels really nice after all

Shes also pretty nocturnal but she normally takes midnight trips to the fridge so nothing really changed in that aspect

Belphegor:

if you make one more "what does the fox say" joke she'll punch you.

she has the softest fuckin tail and she's about to make it everyone's problem.

she'll occasionally swat you in the face with it just to see you struggle to not inhale her fur.

it's a really soft pillow though and she's more than happy to let you use it as such while you cuddle

she did manage to make several burrows in her blankets at somepoint and she will hide in them to get more sleep

she'll happily wag her tail whenever you pet her head when she's napping in your lap.

She'll say your crazy if you mention it when she wakes back up

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me genderbend #oi how'd you know thats my favorite event #the animal oufits are just so cute

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rinkunwritesstuff · 3 years

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bsd characters and the types of hug they would give

((hi, i’m trying at headcanons again ;-; the last ones were shit, that’s why i deleted them and i’m so sorry to the anon’s request that i accidentally deleted too and i can’t remember what it was *grrrrr* so yeah, i’ll try to get better. please enjoy the headcanons -rin))

armed detective agency

dazai:

would suffocate you and say that you should do the same and brags to everyone that he’ll have the nicest way of unaliving

or avoids hugs at all costs

depends on the mood

kunikida:

noted every. single. way of hugging

meaning that he also sorted which hug he uses when and with who

gets confused sometimes cuz he forgot what type of hug he assigned someone to

if he forgot for good, he short circuits and awkwardly pats your back

atsushi:

anxious cat boy

type of hugger that doesn’t know where to put his hands

he SWEATS SO MUCH smh

ranpo:

literal description of an extroverted koala omfg

would jump on you and maybe break your back

you’ll forgive him and y’all hug :P

fukuzawa:

king of dad hugs

sometimes even ruffles or pats your hair (depending on who you are)

kyouka:

doesn’t hug

makes exceptions when you are crying

will hug you through the whole crying session

kenji:

BIIIG hugs

i mean, he probably lifts cows right, so he’s likely to do the same with you

doesn’t care about how much you weigh or how tall you are

yosano:

mhh typical lesbian hugs, i love em

puts so much love into hugs, and wouldn’t care about who you are

ok, if you’re a cis-het misogynistic man, she’ll throw you out the window :3

BETTER NOT REJECT HER HUGS

tanizaki:

just an average with tendencies of rubbing your back

WITH sweater paws :D

naomi:

hugs your out of nowhere

mostly from behind too

but when onii-sama is on the room, she’ll literally FORGET about you and push you away

katai:

also someone who just doesn’t hug

but will give you parts of his futon to cuddle you if y’all are close

eventually gives in and hugs you full-heartedly

blushy boy

port mafia

akutagawa:

STIFF

never really hugged before

waits until it’s over and eventually, ONLY EVENTUALLY, he will hug you lightly and melt in your arms

mori:

bsd’s hisoka ;-;

anyways-

will hug you LiKe A nOrMaL pErSoN (at least that’s what he claims)

has wandering hands

elise:

doesn’t hug if it’s not for her benefits

will hug you to make you go to a sweets shop and be all dreamy with you while hugging and when you are convinced, she’ll immediately switch to a bitch face

chuuya:

the typical auntie hug

(will give you money during the hug and tries to hide it but kind fails)

CLINGY WHEN DRUNK

kouyou:

ah yes, mother kouyou

her hugs are SO warm

the moment she wraps her arms around you, it’s like hugging a heater

gin:

so careful with you

even if you’re crushing her

treat you like porcelain

because of genes, she also melts in your arms :3

tachihara:

is so cocky about it

but when you actually hug him really nicely...

extra blushy boy

probably tries to get away the first few times but gets used to it

hirotsu:

you are the first person to break any sort of hug

he reeks of smoke

SO MUCH SMOKE

but in general, also dad hugs but with a little bit of mother hug

he’s a heater

kaji:

tries so many hugs with you

definitely hurt you at least once before because of this

higuchi:

*confused bi noises*

PANICS if you hug her

doesn’t matter how, who or for how long

pure nervousness

oda:

back and head pats

also his hands are so warm, so if he hugs you, you’ll get warm so quick

but is not like a heater

ango:

another one who doesn’t hug

won’t make exceptions

ok, if y’all are REALLY close, he will just push you into his chest and hug you in silence

will kill you if you ever speak of it to someone

LOVES it when you hug them

i think they’d hug with at least one stuffie in the hug

and also LIVES for head pats and gets angy >:( if they get none

if you don’t pat their head at least 70 times, they’ll either ignore you for a really long time or immediately curse you

depending on how close you are

guild

poe:

anxious raccoon keeper

probably avoids hugs the best he can

when he can’t it gets really awkward

pat pat pat

lovecraft:

LAnKy BoY

limbs everywhere, i don’t make the rules

pretty nice hugs but i think that he’s a literal ice block

steinbeck:

big bro hugs

his hugs are probably so nice??

HOW

louisa:

another anxious baby

could pass out if you hug her

soft soft soft

(and she smells nice)

fitzgerald:

hugs? where can i buy that?

no but seriously, i do think that he can hug nicely, but is way to cocky about it

even so, gentleman

lucy:

would squeeze you to death if you’re someone she knows

but also hugs unknown people but a bit lighter

her hugs are nice

twain:

wandering hands part 2??

his hands are only on your ass

hawthrone:

wont hug sinners >:(

if he has to, he’ll bathe in holy water after that

mitchell:

cocky but nicer i think

her hugs are soothing in some way

herman:

dad hug dad hug dad hug

the rats in the house of the dead/the decay of angles

fyodor:

doesn’t initiate hug

like, ever

but if you hug him, he’ll respond with another hug

gogol:

2nd ranpo but a bit calmer

sigma:

baby

he’s busy so he doesn’t have the time to hug someone

if he hugs you, he gets even more introverted that he already was

doesn’t talk

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yamalegacy · 3 years

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some headcanons for some of my favourite tiny queens with a tall s/o. should be gn!reader unless i’ve accidentally missed something!

genre: general, fluff

characters: tsuyu, ochaco, mei, mina, mirko

cw: n/a

FROPPY ( asui tsuyu )

she may be a frog, but she will, without a doubt, turn into quite the clingy koala around you, sometimes you’re not sure if you have a girlfriend of a human-sized backpack

when winter comes, tsuyu just hides in your coat, yes, even when you’re already in your coat. anything to keep warm

her height has never been a problem to her, she’s just never minded because whatever her arms can’t reach her tongue can

height doesn’t matter much to her and she’ll act the same around you no matter how tall (or not) you are

if you have enough strength to handle her weight for a while, she will quite literally climb you like a tree and settle on your shoulders to get a better look at her surroundings on missions

tsuyu is the perfect pocket girlfriend and you can easily protect her by wrapping your arms around her. she just disappears in your embrace and also disappears in your clothes

smallest hoodie thief; she’ll wear your hoodies like dresses whenever she’s chilling at home, especially if you can’t be there with her because then she can still have a part of you and stay warm

URAVITY ( uraraka ochako )

ochaco is the perfect tiny teddy bear girlfriend to your tall teddy bear self. her tiny self melts your big heart with how precious she is

doesn’t matter what your chest looks like, if her face is right against it when you hug her, she will die inside and get flustered, but she might also be so embarrassed by how much she’s blushing that she won’t want to move away

just wrap your arms around her and rest your chin of the top of her head. she could fall asleep standing up when you do

she’s kind, caring and a bit motherly in nature, so the height difference can make it awkward for her to take care of you

as someone who doesn’t like to spend money on too many things, she will raid your closet and you don’t mind at all because she looks so adorable in your clothes that you can’t say anything

the first time she slept over at your place and had to borrow some of your clothes to sleep in, you both died. ochaco because she was wearing your things and you because well, ochaco is the prettiest girl ever

the sweater paws? so precious you could die! and it stops her from accidentally using her quirk

HATSUME MEI

is she really tiny? her personality and enthusiasm are so big that it really doesn’t feel like she is tiny. at all.

mei doesn’t hesitate to use her inventions babies to make the height difference between the two of you disappear

you can’t count on your fingers how many times the two of you have gotten hurt because things went awry with a levitation device or some crazy stilts to make her as tall as you

it’s okay tho, mei has years of experience when it comes to treating small wounds since she always gets hurt while working on her babies, and she’s straddle your lap to take care of any scrap on your face

mei loves to cuddle with you because you can lie down together and there’s just no need to think about breaking your neck and back to lean down

you love it because she lets you rest your head on her chest and you can listen to her heart beat. it’s very nice and comfortable. until she gets an idea out of nowhere and needs to get out of bed to work it out

mei actually genuinely enjoys when you hug her from behind and rest your chin on her shoulder or head when she’s working, she says it keeps her grounded

PINKY ( ashido mina )

mina is as playful as she is tiny, and that’s a whole lot

even if she’s the tiny one, she will be the one teasing you because you’re her favourite tree and her favourite giraffe

she probably won’t ever stop to ask you how the weather is up there, especially if it annoys you whenever she does

don’t tease her back by ignoring her and pretending that you can’t see her because she’s too small because she will absolutely just violently poke you in the ribs and it will hurt

mina will absolutely tackle you down so that she can kiss you, no hesitation, won’t care how you land

be ready to become her personal pillow/blanket/mattress depending on her mood because she will use your body for warmth and comfort

loves to go shopping with you because you can reach high shelves for her and she’s a lot of fun to be around so you don’t mind being her assistant when you go out together

you don’t have a wardrobe. it’s hers. don’t try to stop her it’s a lost cause. just hand over the clothes she wants.

MIRKO ( usagiyama rumi )

the definition of “i’ll strangle you” “can you even reach my neck?”

rumi does not stand for tall rights. fuck tall rights, because tall people suck and they shouldn’t ever be allowed to exist in the same room as her.

that being said, she loves you anyway and you should count yourself lucky

when she’s annoyed with you, she will absolutely just turn her back to you and shove her fluffy ears in your face to show you just how annoyed she is

she doesn’t realise that it doesn’t bother you anymore because whenever she gets sleepy and buries her face in your chest, her ears are in your face

rather than ask you to grab things for her on higher shelves, she will either use her quirk to jump or just use you as a step-stool jump on your back with no warning to get her hands on what she wants

will grab you by your collar and pull you down to kiss you

if she’s too tired to deal with the height difference, she’ll push you down on the couch and sit on your lap

rumi won’t hesitate to call you a giraffe if you call her bunny she actually likes when you call her bunny but would rather choke than admit it

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mirko x reader #tsuyu x reader #ochako x reader #ashido x reader #hatsume x reader #🐇 usagiyama rumi ( mirko )#🐸 asui tsuyu ( froppy )#💫 uraraka ochako ( uravity )#🛸 ashido mina ( pinky )#🔧 hatsume mei #🍌 headcanons

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g0ldengubler · 4 years

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chapter 6~life is a “high” way

(*i do not own this gif*)

A/N: this chapter is honestly one of personal favs because we get to see more of spencer feeling more confident in himself in a way while still being him and it’s just aaaaa :’) tomorrow you will get chapter 7 but then after that, expect chapters to come out a bit slower, including requests (which i am working on currently and thank you so much for sending them my way!). lots of my focus needs to be on my personal life but writing helps me get through all of that hell, so i’m in a very wishy washy position lol. thank you so much for the love on nauseous i love uuuuuu

Category: fluff w smut at the end

CW: road head, d/s dynamic, daddy kink

Word Count: 3282

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Spencer parks in front of your apartment building and stays in his seat as you get out. You both had decided that packing up right away and not going to lunch was better. That way, you can learn more about each other on the way there. You couldn't wait to get inside that smarty-pants brain of his and find out what's really going on in there.

You shut the car door and start walking, but stop when you don't hear his footsteps behind you. When you walk back to the car, you see Spencer sticking his battery in the cigarette lighter to charge.

"You're more than welcome to come in, y'know." You chuckled.

Spencer looks up at you, licking his lips as he moves some of his hair behind his ear. "It's ok, I don't want to bother."

"You won't be a bother. I've been to yours, now you can come into mine."

"Oh, so that's how that works huh? You have to go into the guys apartment before the guy goes to yours?" Spencer said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean!" You pull open the car and grab his hand, "C'mon, Spence. You'll be fine!"

He giggles under his breath and comes out of the car. After locking it, the two of you head inside and up the elevator to the 4th floor. Once at your door, you unlock it and open up to 4 paws jumping onto you. You hear Spencer gasp in surprise and giggle at his reaction, making it seem like you were giggling at your two buddies. Sitting on your old couch was your next door neighbor, Seth, who was watching Pose on the tv.

"Thank you again for watching the boys while I was gone. I really owe you big time for doing this." you say as you get up from the floor.

Seth gets off of the couch and walks up to you to give you a hug. "Anytime! If anything, they can stay at my place when you go on a case-" He stops and looks over at Spencer, standing awkwardly by the door still and letting the dogs sniff him, "Although, it seems like this new case was a success."

"Shut up, Seth!" You giggle, lightly slapping him on the arm. Realizing you forgot your manners, you quickly try to take it back. "Seth, meet Dr.Spencer Reid. Doc, meet my neighbor, Seth."

Seth reached his hand out to shake, but Spencer politely denies. "Sorry, I-I don't shake hands. It's actually been proven that it's safer to kiss." You catch Seth's eyes looking him up and down. "Seth stop teasing him like that!" You laugh. Spencer wasn't into guys, but somehow Seth looking at him made you a little jealous. You're not even dating the man, y/n shut up, you think to yourself.

"You and I will talk later." He says.

"Oh, Spence! These are my babies. The scottie is Benedict and the husky is Draco."

The room went silent for a moment, Spencer trying to hold in a chuckle. "Yes, I did name them after Benedict Cumberbatch and Draco Malfoy. I've had them picked out since I was a teenager, don't judge."

"Oh c'mon hun," said Seth, "it's adorable that you named them the way you did."

"It is," Spencer spoke, "I didn't depict you as a nerd."

"Oh my god, you kidding? She's probably the biggest nerd I've ever met with all her Sherlock and other crime shows, Harry Potter, Doctor Wh-"

"Ok, I think he gets it Seth!" You cut him off. That was enough embarrassment for today.

"I will say, Benedict or Tom Felton could always come my way."

You slap him on the arm again laughing. You look back at Spencer, who was awkwardly chuckling along with. You then announce that you were going to get in the shower. "Seth, can you take them for a few more nights? We're going up to my dad's cabin back home for the weekend. Also, when I get out and do my makeup, you promised me that you would tell me how your date went last night with 'Mr.Perfect' as you said it."

"Bitch I have ALLLLLL the tea that I'm not missing on spilling!"

"Good. Now you two get along. And Spence," He looks up at you, his hazel eyes looking into you...

"Don't miss me too much, hm?"

Then you walked into your bathroom, trying to wrap your brain on the fact that you just said that to him.

~Spencer's POV~ I can't believe she said that.

She left me here a little turned on. I could start feeling my pants getting tight and had to put my bag over myself as I sat on the couch so then I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Seth. I looked around her apartment to distract myself of thoughts of being in the shower with her. She had a very interesting aesthetic. Walls white with old picture frames that had beautifully taken old photos in them. The lamps that were in the living room looked like they were from the 70's, old gold coating chipped off at some parts of the stand. While there was a vintage look to her place, it was also very modern at the same time, a minimalistic look took over her kitchen. She had a fake vine hanging from the wall behind her tv, some of it covering her maroon record player. In some ways, our aesthetics were similar. If she had a bookcase in here, I'd feel like I was at my place.

Seth and I began to get to know each other. I came to find out that Seth worked as a bartender at a club, and he enjoyed taking photos for his social media. "I would love to be a photographer," he said, "but right now it's just a hobby that I do mostly during the colder months." He says cold, cloudy days (especially if it's raining) were the best times to take photos, in his opinion.

"So," he says, "you work with y/n at the BAU?"

"Yeah, we've really become good friends in the past 9 days. It's like we've known each other for years. Plus, she's great out on the field. She's definitely someone myself and the rest of the team will never take for granted."

"Thank god," Seth said as I heard the water turn off, "She told me that it was her dream to be a part of the BAU. She would never stop talking about it when she was in college."

"Hm, she never mentioned that to me."

"Well, let her tell you on your way to the cabin. She'll love it."

After a little bit more conversation, y/n came back to the living room. Her hair was damp, not fully wet but not dry either. She had thrown on a white turtle neck shirt with a brown sweater vest over it. She matched it with darker brown corduroy pants, cuffing the bottoms. In her hands was what looked like to be her makeup bag. She sat down in front of the mirror that was in the corner on the left side of the tv (when you look at the tv), beginning the process.

Seth and y/n talk about his date from last night and got pretty detailed about it. He talked about how the man took him to a gay bar that was a few blocks from here, and how they danced and drank the night away. "Oh and then get this," says Seth, "we're pretty drunk at this point, right? Well at one point, the local queen that performed came up to me and tried to flirt and shit, thinking she was all that and a bag of lashes, and he saw how uncomfortable I was and stood up for me. And let me tell you, he was REA-DY to throw hands!"

"Stooooop he's literally a keeper!" y/n says.

Once she was done with her makeup, she gets up and goes back to her room, coming back out with her luggage. She goes over to the door to grab a pair of Vans and comes back to tell Seth and her children goodbye.

"I'll be back in a few days. Thanks again, Seth. I really-"

"Owe me one, I know I know!" Seth cuts her off, "Now go have some fun and relax, you need to after working so damn hard for this job!" He turns to me and waves. "And it was very nice meeting you, Doctor."

"It was nice to meet you, too! But please, you can just call me Spencer."

Seth smiles as we walk out the door. What this trip will bring? For once, I'm letting fate take the lead instead of science.

~Y'N's POV~ It had been about a few hours of being on the road. At this point, you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, but not sure if you were close enough to Philly to grab a cheesesteak. You think back to the start of the drive. You suggested that you'd be the dj because your library on spotify had a full range of genres with some songs you had no clue were in there. "It'd be a fun little journey!" You told Spencer. And that it was, a journey.

You ended up driving right by a dispensary before even leaving DC. Garcia told you that that's where she gets her stuff, but knowing that bringing a lot of weed across the country wouldn't be a fun trip, you two decided to go with the original plan and just wait till you get to Michigan.

You could tell Spencer was getting a kick out of your music library. While majority of the songs he didn't know, he was still being goofy and jamming out along with you, trying to match the same energy you were having. The songs that talked about sex, drugs, and/or alcohol surprised him every time, his jaw dropping or his eyes bulging out of his head as he listened to the lyrics. You couldn't help yourself but laugh at his reactions, which would make him laugh along with you.

You two weren't alone, however. You were pretty much sucking down on the carts you still had, although you both made a deal that whoever was driving could only get a little high if they wanted to, drinking plenty of water and eating snacks to sober you up a bit if needed.

Driving through Pennsylvania, you look out the window and onto the scenery around you. You weren't paying attention, however, because you couldn't stop the dirty thoughts that intruded your mind. You couldn't help to think about giving him head, since you hadn't done it yet because both times he gave you all the pleasure. You couldn't wait to get to the cabin and go straight to your knees for him. Suddenly, you tried to get them out of your head. 'You're getting way too excited, y/n. STOP IT!' you thought to yourself.

You decided to just feel everything around you, taking a few more hits from your pen before taking it in. Nineteen by Movements was playing; it was like you could feel the song itself and everything about it as you looked up at the very tall street lamps passing by. Nothing felt better than this moment. Just you and Spencer out on the open road. It felt like nothing could stop you two. You felt free, but you also felt safe and complete, something you haven't felt in a long time.

At one point, you couldn't take it anymore. It was 2:30am and Spencer was still driving. He told you to get some sleep but you weren't sleepy or tired at all. You tried to feel free but when you did, you thought of Spencer, which led to dirty thoughts. It was like you couldn't escape it, and every time the thoughts came, you couldn't help but secretly rub your thighs together for some kind of friction.

As you tried to get the thoughts out of your head, you look over to see a nice little surprise. The passing lights outside helping you see, you noticed the bulge in Spencer's pants. How in the hell would he be getting hard now of all times? Were dirty thoughts intruding his mind, too? Seeing that made you even more wet than you already were. This was your chance.

You look out to the open road in front of you, and gently graced your fingers across his bulge. You look out the corner of your eye...nothing. Not even a flinch. 'Playing hard to get, hm?' You thought to yourself. So you did it again, which made him shift in his seat a little, still pretending he didn't notice anything. Finally, with some kind of courage that you never knew you had, you grabbed his cock through his pants and slowly started to stroke it. His eyes came out of his head, letting out a small gasp.

"You know I'm driving, right?" He asked, "We could crash if I'm paying attention more to this and not on the road."

You give him a smirk, "It's almost 3am," you begin to say, but then you notice that you're the only car on the road, "and no one else is on the road right now."

You start to undo his belt with your one hand. "You pleasured me twice already," you continue, your hand successfully undoing the belt and undoing the zipper on his pants, reaching inside to pull out his already, fully hard cock, "I need to show my thanks somehow, don't I?"

Spencer shifts in his seat, keeping his eyes out on the road. You were kind of hoping he was looking for somewhere to pull over, but you wouldn't mind doing it as he drove. "You...you already did...b-by inviting me to your dad's cabin."

You stopped stroking and he almost let out a whimper. "I saw that bulge in your pants just a few minutes ago, are you suuuurree you don't want to...daddy?"

Just hearing the word 'daddy' made him grab your hair tightly. You smiled as you shifted your position in your seat to go down on him. When you were ready, Spencer stopped at a red light and pulled your face close to his, lips almost ghosting each other.

"You better make daddy feel good then, since you're being such a fucking brat right now." He whispered as you continued to slowly stroke him again.

You couldn't even react to what he said because once the light turned green, he guided your head down to his cock before letting the tightness on your head go and letting his hand rest on top. You decided to egg on your bratty-ness by teasing the tip, giving him kitty licks at first and then slowly just running your tongue in it, licking up the pre cum.

Spencer tightens his grip again, making you whimper. "I'm not sure doing that is a good idea, angel. Do you want to get punished once we're there?"

You shook your head no, but the thought of him punishing you made you feel yourself drip between your thighs.

Spencer moves his grip from your hair and slaps your ass with a huge SMACK, which made you moan loudly. "You have to use your words, angel. Unless you want to be a little slut tonight."

You look up at him to see his eyes were still on the road. You smirk as you pump him a few times before taking his head in your mouth. You bob up and down slowly, hearing him grunt and curse under his breath. You step it up by going down a little lower, each time going back up and then going lower until you had all of him in your mouth. You stayed like that for a few moments, gagging on it.

"Oh fuuuck that's it...that's it baby, take my cock in your mouth, just like that." He says before pulling you off to let you breathe. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "Now I'm going to guide you, angel. You're gonna make daddy feel more good than he already was, got it?"

"Yes, daddy." you answer, knowing that he wanted to hear you say again.

He pushes your head back on his cock, moving you head faster than before. He couldn't get enough it, making you gag every so often and pulling you back up. Spencer's cock twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He controls your head faster, his rhythm getting sloppy.

"You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, angel? You want daddy's cum?" He growled, trying not to thrust into your mouth as he continues to drive.

"Mhmm!" You moan, which almost made him go over the edge.

"Keep doing that for daddy, moan for me. God, I bet you just love having my cock in your mouth, but I'm sure you're just desperate for my cum."

You moan again. That you were. You wanted his cum so bad in your mouth so you could taste him; taste how good you made him feel.

"Don't...fuck...don't stop doing that, angel...that's it...fuck I'm gonna cum..."

And with that, you feel his cum shoot inside your mouth, letting out moans and cursing. You slowly continued to suck him, getting every last drop. When you did, you move up to face Spencer as he pulled over, showing his cum in your mouth at first and then closing your mouth to swallow and open back up to show him it was gone. The look in his eyes told you that that was the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Spencer pulls you in surprisingly and attacks your lips with his, as if he was hungry for them. He was almost eating your face but you didn't care, you kissed him back and let your tongues play with one another. You both pull away after a bit and he just looks into your eyes. You look into his hazel eyes and felt complete.

"Now, will you stop being a brat and get some sleep?" He asks.

You giggle as you quickly look at the time in the car radio. "It's 3:15," you said, "it's my turn to drive."

"But now you're all tired from pleasing daddy," he jokes, "so you get some sleep, and I'll drive. I really don't mind it. Honest."

"Are you sure?"

Spencer nods his head. You decided to give in and get comfy in your seat.

"Goodnight, Spence." You say as you move the top part of the seat all the way back. You grabbed your traveling pillow and placed it on top of your right arm, laying your head as you turned your body to face away from him.

"Goodnight, angel."

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earlysunsetsoverambrose · 3 years

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Fool For You (2/4)

Lester Sinclair x f!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Part 2 of a request for @mynameisliterallycash!

When Lester said he was getting dog food, you figured he meant one or two small bags. Instead, you watched as he hefted two huge bulk bags of food over his shoulder. They each had to weigh around fifty pounds and he carried them like they were nothing. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, awestruck by the casual display of muscle.

Dazed still, you trailed after him to the checkout. While he made idle chatter with the clerk, he was completely unaware you were wrapped up in an entirely different check out of your own. Heat rose to your cheeks, allured by Lester’s physical strength as daydreams of him literally sweeping you off your feet flooded your thoughts. He turned around, snapping you back to reality as you tried to wipe the dopey expression off your face.

“Alright then, ya ready to –” Lester stopped short, sending you a puzzled look, “Hey are ya okay?”

“What? Of course, I am. Why are you asking?” you responded rapidly, embarrassed you’d been caught staring a third time.

“Ya sure? Ya look a little red. Ya ain’t gettin’ sick or nothin’, are ya?” Lester said concerned. He reached out his free hand and pressed its back against your forehead, “Don’t feel like ya got a fever.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stuttered, his hand against your head sending static through your brain as you tried to come up with an excuse, “It’s just from the cold air today, I think.”

“Okay, if ya say so.” Lester shrugged as he gestured for you to follow him out the door. You cleared your throat, thankful for the gust of wind that cooled the fire trapped in your face.

“You sure you don’t need help with those?” you asked.

“These? Nah, they ain’t so bad,” Lester responded, “You oughta see some of the bucks I gotta haul ‘round. Damn things weigh a ton! Nearly threw out my back once tryin’ to throw one on the truck.”

“Never knew you were a regular strongman. I guess it never occurred to me the deer can’t carry their own dead weight.” You said with growing admiration.

“That’s what I’m there for!” Lester said gleefully as he tossed the bags in the back. He closed the bed and rested against the truck as he crossed his arms.

“Well, thanks for taking me along for the ride, anyway.” You said, leaning next to him.

“Sure thing! I love bringin’ ya ‘long like this,” Lester told you, affectionately nudging you with his elbow, “I’ll tell ya, havin’ someone to talk to wouldn’t hurt during my day job neither. Might go a long way makin’ some of the time go by. Gets a little too quiet drivin’ ‘round all day all by myself.”

“Well, would you mind if I tagged along once in a while?” you proposed, looking up at him.

“Ya’d do that? I mean, ya’d really want to?” Lester asked excitedly, “It can get kinda gnarly.”

“Sure. Why not? Can’t be any gnarlier than Bo on a bad day. It’s got to be better than sitting around getting old in Ambrose.” You said, smiling back at him.

“Ya really don’t have to, if ya don’t want.” He said, giving you the option changing your mind.

“I know I don’t, but I would really like to go with you. That is, if you don’t mind.” You could practically see him vibrating with joy.

“Mind? Course I don’t mind! We’re gonna have so much fun together, I promise! Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best!” he exclaimed, elated. He jumped up from the truck and wrapped you up in a tight hug, swinging you back and forth. You couldn’t contain you laughter, even if you couldn’t breathe with the way he was squeezing you.

Lester set you back down, leaving you with only a ghost of the feeling of his warm embrace. You lingered in place trying to memorize the sensation while he went ahead to open the passenger door for you without a second thought. Once you were seated, he closed the door and got back in beside you. He threw you a carefree smile as you took off once again.

The two of you made lighthearted conversation on the way back to Lester’s cabin. You started going back and forth about the art of catching various animals that try to make a home in your garbage. Well, it was mostly Lester walking you through the process, breaking it down by species. You listened to how he had basically mastered the art of pest wrangling without killing them. Your heart swelled hearing how insistent he was that killing them wasn’t necessary. He never wanted to hurt anyone or anything if he could help it.

You were just about to ask him a question, when he abruptly hit the brakes. You both lurched forward before falling back into your seats. You glanced around, collecting yourself from the sudden stop.

“Is everything okay? Why’d you stop?” He didn’t answer, as he began to carefully scan your surroundings, “What are you looking for? Lester?”

“There she is!” Lester shouted, pressing his face up against his window, totally distracted from your questions. He smiled back at you over his shoulder, “Follow me!” He threw his door open without another word and jumped out, anxiously waiting for you to join him.

“Follow you where? Wait for me!” you called after him. You swiftly slid out of the car and onto the ground, clueless as to why you stopped here of all places. Lester darted ahead, chasing something you couldn’t see. You did your best to follow close, but he ducked down into the grass. You jogged to where he disappeared to find him on his knees, reveling in an assault of kisses from a delighted stray dog. Surprise took over your features, thrilled to be meeting a new friend.

“I missed ya too, girl!” Lester gasped through his uncontrollable laughter, echoing through the woods, “Ya been good a doggy? I bet ya have! Hope ya ain’t been too lonely out here!”

“Who’s this, Lester?” you asked in gentle voice, immediately enamored with the dog before you. She was about Jonesy’s size, with a blonde shaggy coat. She looked young with energy and enthusiasm that gave Lester a run for his money.

“Oh, Y/N! I’d like ya to meet Buttercup!” Lester said as he separated himself from the dog’s abundance of affection, “Buttercup, this is my friend Y/N!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Buttercup.” You said as you got down to offer your hand for a sniff. Buttercup took a few whiffs before deciding you were in fact a friend. Her tail wagged back and forth as she allowed you to pet her as well, “She’s so cute, Lester!”

“I know! Ain’t she the sweetest?” Lester concurred, “I found her snoozin’ in a patch of buttercups, so that’s what I started callin’ her!”

“How long has she been here?” you asked, scratching Buttercup behind the ears as she jumped up to rest her front paws on Lester’s shoulders, licking his face once more.

“A while now, I see a few strays runnin’ ‘round while I’m workin’. So, I try and visit with ‘em, if I can. But I left some bowls to fill when I’m on my route, case they get hungry.” Lester managed to gesture to an empty bowl a few feet away from you despite being smothered by more kisses. That explained the industrial sized bags of food. “Speaking of which – you hungry, Buttercup?” she barked in response.

Lester grabbed the bowl and jogged back to the truck to fill it with Buttercup in tow. Your eyes followed after him, the dopey look returning to your face. He conversed with Buttercup like an old friend as he scooped out her food. He was so attentive and kind, listening to her response and matching her excitement. They made their way back to you, thick as thieves. Lester set the bowl down when he made it back next to you, petting Buttercup while she dug into her meal, “Now, don’t eat so fast ya get sick, there’s plenty where that came from. Ole Lester’s got ya covered.”

You let out a deep sigh, endeared by the scene before you. Lester treated every person and creature with such consideration and care; and he never asked for anything in return. He had so much love in his heart and he was willing to share it with anyone who wanted it. With as much as he gives to everyone else, you wondered if anyone had ever told him how much they care about him or appreciate his presence in their life. He deserved to have someone who could give him back all the love he put into the world.

You wanted to be the one. You would finally treat him right. He all but stole your heart and he deserved to hear it from you, even if he might not feel the same. The consequences suddenly didn’t seem to matter so much in this moment. You wanted him to know how important he really was to you, because everyone deserves to know they are loved. You needed to tell him now while you were brave enough.

“Lester, there’s something I need to tell you.” You started, heartbeat racing in your ears, drowning out all the doubt and second thoughts. He perked up, listening close.

“Ya can tell me anythin’, Y/N. Ya know that.” Lester said softly, that warm smile pulling at your heartstrings again.

“Lester…I lo–” a deafening crack of thunder cut you off. With that, Buttercup hightailed it back into hiding. You gasped as you stood, starting after her, worried she may get lost or hurt in the impending storm. You moved to run after her, “Oh no, Buttercup, wait!”

“Hold up, Y/N! Ya can’t catch her, believe me, I tried.” Lester called to stop you, “I tried gettin’ her in the truck a few times to go to a shelter, but she don’t like it. If she ain’t ready to go, we can’t make her. She’ll come ‘round when she’s ready.”

“But we can’t just leave her out here.” You said, searching the area for any sign of her.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her too much, she’s a survivor.” Lester said, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “’Sides she’s got a little hideout not far from here. I found her there a couple times and left a few blankets after makin’ sure it wouldn’t cave in on her. It’ll keep her nice and dry ‘til this blows over. Alright? She’ll be safe, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, almost tearing up at the thought of her shivering somewhere all by herself.

“Sure as my name is Lester Sinclair. We can even come check on her tomorrow, if ya like.” Lester offered, “But we really oughta get outta here ‘fore the rain starts.”

“Okay,” you said hesitantly, “Promise we can check on her?”

“Yes ma’am, I swear. Cross my heart.” Lester assured you, drawing an X over his chest.

You both started toward the truck once more. You silently cursed the weather for interrupting your confession. The moment had passed and the doubts had returned to their work. Despite this, the affection swelling in your chest still pulled you to act on some part of it.

Without thinking too hard for once, you took Lester’s hand in yours. He glanced down to your linked hands and then back at you.

“Are ya scared of thunder storms?” He asked curiously.

“No. Why?” You responded, confused where he got that idea.

“Ya just look a little nervous is all. Thought ya might not like thunder or somethin’.” Lester explained, “I know storms used to scare the hell outta me when I was a kid. Never used to like ‘em one bit, ‘specially if I was by myself.”

“No, I kind of like storms.” You told him.

“Oh, then are your hands cold or somethin’?” Lester asked, gesturing with your connected hands, trying to understand the reason for the spontaneous handholding.

“Uh, well, not exac–”

“Cause ya look a little rosy again. Just makin’ sure ya ain’t gettin’ frostbite or nothin’.” He interjected.

“No, I’m okay.” You told him with your hundredth sigh of the day.

“Well, just in case. Take this.” He said as he released your hand and took off his hat to pull it over your eyes with a chuckle. He readjusted it on your head, revealing the way he was beaming at you. You rarely got to see him without his trusty hat. Even with his hair being a little sweaty and sticking every which way, it was still ridiculously tempting to run your fingers through. The energy radiating from him was so wholesome and pure. Looking at him, you could swear the clouds lifted and the sun was shining all of a sudden. He squeezed your cheeks in his hands, with a laugh, “There, now ain’t that better! Nice and toasty.”

“T-thanks, Les.” You stuttered, reaching up to feel the soft fabric of his hat, the heat in your cheeks only growing more intense under his hold on your face.

“My pleasure! I gotta say ya look mighty cute right now. Helluva lot better than I ever looked.” He told you, releasing your face and patting you on the back, “Now, let’s make like Buttercup and get to shelter!”

You made it back to the truck right before the heavy rain started pouring down. Lester took off down the road again, toward his cabin. You watched through the window as the storm raged on outside, matching the storm in your mind. The time had felt so right to tell Lester everything, but now you weren’t sure. What you were sure of, however, is that you needed to tell him soon. You thought you might actually burst if you didn’t. You couldn’t keep living like this.

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kung-fu-headcanons · 3 years

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headcanons about if lily fulfilled the prophecy but doesn’t make it out alive while saving them how would they feel? Or headcanons about them reacting to funny videos of people having their wisdom teeth removed either one is good

"either one is good" that sign can't stop me because I can't read

(btw this one was an ask I was saving for a fic instead cuz I wanted to write for the first prompt but I seriously cannot write anything these days so yeah sorry for putting this one off for soooo long. If anyone want me to write a short fic about Lily fulfilling the prophecy but not making it out alive then feel free to request lol but know it won't be out for a longgggg time-)

Lily Fulfills the Prophecy, But...

This would be after the final battle, basically the big fite

The villain that she fought would probably be some really powerful evil chi master or someone that wants to take away her chi, idk never watched Paws of Destiny

Anyways so they fite and at the end there's a big explosion and an aura of raw chi power spreads out as a result of it, so think the wooshi finger hold thing Po did with Tai Lung but chi, not sure about it never seen Paws of Destiny

You can't see anything cuz the aftermath is pretty destructive, I mean like we have everything, debris, dust, s a n d

Once all the stuff is cleared out, there you see Lily on the ground, she doesn't look injured though, she perhaps she's just been knocked unconscious? Doesn't seem impossible

The squad (Five, Po, Shifu, Li Shan, Mr. Ping) goes over to her thinking that she's just knocked out but she's so still it's kinda scary

Li Shan and Po both kneel down next to her and Mr. Ping hangs around because he's really worried she could jump up and attack because she still might have that last bit of adrenaline from fighting the evil villain

Po quietly calls out her name, while Li Shan shakes her gently to try and get her to wake up, because they still think she just knocked out and then gets scolded by Mantis cuz what if she has internal injury shaking her will make it worse

Speaking of Mantis he's the one that realizes that she has no pulse and that she's kinda cold

They thought that the shock of the explosion of pure chi just stopped her heart and that with some CPR she'll be alive again, having not realized yet that the explosion had pretty much just killed her on impact, because raw chi is super powerful stuff

So Li Shan is doing CPR on her trying to get her heart working again as Po and Mr. Ping (and the others) watch nervously

The Five and Shifu have their eyes on Mantis though, cuz he did used to be a doctor so he would be the expert on determining if Lily is actually alive or not

After a short while Mantis scuttles up to Li Shan to stop him from doing CPR and he's like "WHY"

Mantis holds the terrible news that Lily is actually dead...

There's just nothing but dead silence for a moment, as everyone tried to process the news, especially Mr. Ping, Li Shan, Po, and Shifu

Li Shan glares at Mantis and tell him to shut the funk up and that he can't be talking because "Are you a doctor? Exactly you're not. So shut it."

But the hope that his daughter may still be alive is withering away he just doesn't want to accept the fact that she's dead

Nobody else is objecting even Po isn't saying anything, and he's her older brother, and he's silent and accepts what Mantis says

He shuts his eyes as tears flow down his cheeks, and he tells his bio father that, yes, Lily is dead...

Shifu is hit just as hard because he was the one who trained her and taken her under his wing, it was almost like losing Tai Lung all over again but 10x worse

Li Shan screams and he hugs his dead daughter and sobs, he just reunited with her not too long ago and she's gone?!

Po and Mr. Ping embrace each other as they cry, it's just too much to handle

The others get emotional as well, the Five and Shifu and bow their heads as a sign of respect towards such a brave, young warrior, but they are crying too...

Li Shan vows revenge towards the one that took away Lily's life, Po is just as furious as his father

The villain will NOT be getting away with this...

Wisdom Teeth:

"I never agreed to this" -Tigress

Took all the other members of the Five and Po to convince Tigress to watch these funni videos

Their reactions are as follows:

Po and Monkey having the time of their lives laughing their butts off at literally everything-

Crane cringing the entire time because it looks so painful, does laugh a few times though at the funni parts

Viper and Mantis actually being normal people and by that I mean they laugh when it's actually funny and not randomly

Tigress trying to make it seem like she's not amused by these but she's actually very amused

Like some parts she's literally laughing harder than anybody else and everyone is so shooketh because they've never seen much less heard her like genuinely laugh before yk

Mantis may be leaning more towards Po and Monkey's side tho

Legit the three of them would say anything about something random in the videos and then they'd giggle about it for 5 minutes afterwards even if it's not funny

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda headcanons #kung fu panda hcs #kung fu panda po #kung fu panda tigress #kung fu panda viper #kung fu panda crane #kung fu panda monkey #kung fu panda mantis #kfp #kfp headcanons #kfp hcs #kfp po #kfp tigress #kfp viper #kfp crane #kfp monkey #kfp mantis

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 4 years

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My Only Valentine

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Your first Valentine’s Day in Wakanda turns out to be more eventful than either of you expected. (This is in the Only For A Moment world but can be read as a stand-alone.)

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: Well. I wasn’t expecting this to happen but it did. I just couldn’t stop thinking about these two even after wrapping up part one. I hope you all enjoy!

Bucky woke with the sun, heart already racing. Even the peaceful view of the lake and the soft morning sounds of the countryside waking around him couldn’t calm his nerves.

Courtesy of his enhanced ears he listens as you wake and shuffle around your small home, pour a cup of fresh coffee. Simple sounds, simple everyday actions, but knowing it’s you doing them makes him smile.

He turns toward the door as you step out into the morning light, eyes blinking in the light. His anxieties fall away for now as a smile overtakes his face.

“Good morning baby doll,” he coos as you rest your head on his chest, your hands curled around your mug.

“Mmm,” you hum response, never quite one for early mornings.

“Full day?” He asks before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Surprisingly so,” you say on a sigh. You take a deep drink before continuing. “Okoye popped a bunch of last-minute drills on the schedule yesterday. So I’ll be tied up there until later in the day.” Silently he thanks Okoye once more.

“What about your class?” You’d been taking classes at the university in the city, learning all you could about your new home and it’s history. Afternoons spent with coffee, lounging in the hammock, eyes glued on the spectacular sunset while you shared new bits of knowledge with him were his new favorite thing.

“Drills before, drills after.”

He rubs your back with his hand, “Well, don’t push yourself too far.” It was an empty warning, he knew your day would be light despite the time it was taking up.

“I’ll tell Oko I’ve got Sergent’s orders to go easy,” you laugh.

“She outranks me, don’t think she’ll listen.”

You smile up at him. Rising from the ground until you’re at eye level with him you place a kiss on his lips. He shudders with pleasure, cupping your cheek to hold on to the kiss a little longer.

“I gotta shower,” you say breaking your connection.

“Want company?” He asks smirking.

“Always,” you purr into his ear before nipping playfully at his earlobe.

He takes care to be sure you aren’t even a minute late heading out the door, despite his aching desire to toss you onto the bed and have you again after the shower.

As you tear off toward the city on your bike you blow him a kiss, sending a puff of your power with it so he actually feels when it touches his cheek. The moment you’re out of sight that anxiety begins to creep back in.

In the house, he glances at the time. Still a few hours to go. Thankfully there was always work to be done on the farm.

He may have been born a city boy but he could spend the rest of his life on this small farm with you by his side and die a very happy man. Just the thought of it keeps a smile on his face while he works up a sweat and the hours, and his worries, slip away.

Before he realizes it’s time he sees Shuri cresting the hill, waving from her hovercraft. He waves back, always happy to see her.

“Ok,” Shuri starts to rattle off before she’s even off the craft, “everything is a go on Okoye’s end, got all the stuff you asked for here - and a few more things I thought you’d both like - and this-” She holds up a garment bag. “And trust me, it’s gonna be perfect.”

He swallows hard, hoping she’s right.

“Again,” Okoye calls and you can hear the machine readying to launch more sand figures your way.

You groan, “Oko, come on, we’ve been at this for literal hours.”

“What,” she asks with a grin on her face, “too easy for you?”

“Yes actually,” you say as you dismantle three of the figures before they’re within five feet of you. In the months since you’d been here, your ability had only gotten stronger as you honed it both through practice with Okoye and through Shuri’s insights into just what makes you tick.

Without warning, all of the black sand is drawn back into its container before exploding into the shape of a panther about three times your size. This was new. You glance to Oko who just shrugs at you with a smug look on her face.

You send out your power, invisible tendrils trying to permeate the figure and tear it apart but it’s too dense to do in one fell swoop. Before you can do anything else it charges at you, forcing you to take to the air before a massive paw can knock you to the ground. This was gonna be a hard one.

Forcing yourself up higher you propel yourself over the big cat’s head before it can react. You land on its back, intending to try and sever the head. But in an instant, there’s nothing left for you to stand on as you tumble toward the ground in a cloud of black sand.

Just barely, you catch yourself before your ass smashes into the hard floor of the training room. Okoye’s laugh fills the space as you glare at her.

“You should have seen your face!” She bellows. In response, you flip her the bird.

“Ah, don’t be like that sister,” she says throwing an arm around your shoulders as the sand resets itself. “Besides, it’s time to call it a day.”

“Thank god,” you sigh.

As you walk into the locker room you notice something large and black hanging in your cubby that you knew for certain wasn’t there before.

“What the-” your fingers pluck a card from a pocket on the bag, your name in Bucky’s hand on the front.

Y/N,

Meet me at sunset.

-Bucky

You look back to Okoye who’s suspiciously leaning in the doorway with a smile on her face.

“What do you know about this?” You ask with mock severity.

“I don’t know a thing,” she lies. “But I do think you should open that bag.”

After giving her one last sidelong glance you snag the zipper and slide the garment bag open to reveal a dress that truly takes your breath away.

Your fingers reverently run across the smooth black satin of a dress straight out of time. The neckline is that quintessential 1940’s sweetheart you can’t help but adore, the waist cut perfectly before falling into a full skirt. On the left, just above where your heart would be, was a red heart brooch. Only then does it hit you what day it is.

“Oh,” you say touching the beautiful, clearly vintage brooch. “I forgot.”

“He didn’t expect you to think about it,” Oko says behind you. She nudges you with her shoulder. “Come on, get ready. There’s a ride to take you home.”

Home. The word brought a smile to your face.

Bucky, unsurprisingly, thought of everything. Your makeup bag had been brought from the house, he even picked out shoes that went perfectly with the dress. Quickly you shower before trying your best to wrangle your curls into something that seemed like you put in some effort. Eyes lined and lips in a deep red pout you take a look at yourself in the full-length mirror.

The woman who stared back at you was someone you never thought you’d see again. You had buried her along with her family, chalked her up as yet another loss at the hands of Hydra. Yet here she stood, in defiance of fate.

It felt like a lifetime ago that you’d seen him across a busy street in Bucharest even though it was just over two years. In that short time loving him, being loved by him, had brought you back to life. You smile at your reflection, resurrection looked damn good on you.

Bucky glances at the sky, the sun peeking just above the horizon. He turns his focus back to the mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and straightening his tie.

When Shuri was helping him gather everything for tonight she insisted that he had to have the whole suit, jacket and all. Of course, he’d given in and even gave her the satisfaction of seeing him in it. Now though it was slung across the bed, leaving him in just his slacks, a white button-up, a tie, and suspenders. He always left his jacket at home because it was better than losing it in the night - either on the dance floor or on the floor of some gal.

How many nights had he headed out in an outfit almost identical? He could remember so many of them now.

“Hey,” Shuri hisses from the front door. He pokes his head out of the bathroom. “They’re about ten minutes away. Come make sure everything looks ok!”

Once more she walks him through how the trays the food is on will keep everything perfectly warm, how the wine should be just right, how to work the music player - it’s speakers tucked all around the farm. Once more he tells her it all looks perfect.

“Ok, you’re sure you don’t have any questions?”

“I’m sure, Shuri,” he laughs. “Thank you.” He’d be thanking her for the rest of his days.

“I already said you don’t have to thank me!” She bats at his arm playfully before giving him a quick hug. “Have a good night!” She tosses over her shoulder as she heads to her hovercraft to disappear before you arrive.

You hear the music, soft in the distance before you even crest the hill. It takes all your control to not just fly, following the music straight to him. But you wait, and you’re oh so glad you do.

As you come over the hill you’re struck breathless at the sight.

The sunset makes the whole world look surreal with its incomprehensible colors. Lights are strung in the trees and seem to float on nothing in the air, twinkling in the growing twilight. Just barely, you can make out a table set for two, candles flickering around it. Now you can make out the words of Dream A Little Dream Of Me being carried on the breeze.

All of that is lovely, still, it’s nothing compared to seeing Bucky.

He stands in the center of a low platform - that certainly wasn’t there this morning - hair in a half ponytail, looking almost like he stepped from the many old films you loved. Your handsome soldier with a heart of pure gold welcoming you home.

You can’t take your eyes off him as you step off the hovercraft.

He holds his hand out to you as you approach, “Care to dance?”

“With you?” You ask playfully. He smiles and your heart rabbits in your chest. “Always.”

The steps are second nature to you now, even the alterations you’d made to accommodate the loss of his left arm. Together you swing across the dance floor, your skirt spinning out perfectly, your laughter filling the evening air with the sound of the brass. As the song ends Bucky twirls you into his chest, kissing you breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’.”

It is the most perfect night. After a few hours of delicious food, wine, and dancing, you both lay on the dancefloor, the lights dimmed, and stare up at the endless starry sky above you.

You look over at his drowsing eyes, unable to keep the smile from your face. God, you loved him.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?” He says sleepily, his hand shifting in yours.

“If this was 1940, what would you do after a night like this?” As more and more of his memory returned you loved hearing about his life back then.

He laughs a little, “Ask you to marry me.”

“Only in 1940?” You ask the question without even thinking about it. His hand goes tense before pulling from your grip.

Leaning up on his arm he looks down at you, face framed by the night sky, lit just enough by a couple of candles you brought to the floor for you to see his expression. Is it fear there? Wonder? Excitement?

“Would you?” He asks breathlessly.

“Would I-”

“Actually marry… me?” There’s a flash of pain in his eyes at the last word. Somehow he still struggled to believe that you loved him, all of him, from time to time.

“James,” you sigh. You rarely used his first name but it seemed fitting now. For just a moment he wilts, thinking the worst, eyes looking away from yours. You cup his cheek so he’ll look at you. “Do you really not know the answer to that?”

That goddamn smile of his crinkles his eyes and lights his face. He shoots to his feet before pulling you up to yours.

“What are you-”

“To get the answer I gotta really ask the question, huh?”

You’re a little slack-jawed as he takes a knee before you, looking up with eyes starrier than the sky above you.

“Y/N, would you do me the honor of marrying me?” Bucky asks all sincerity.

Your head falls back in a laugh rooted in pure joy before saying, “Yes, you ridiculous romantic. Yes!” He whoops into the night air and stands, gathering you to him and spinning you around.

“Let’s just do it now.” He says setting you down

“Now?!”

“Why not?” He shrugs. “We’re both international fugitives, not like we could have a big shindig. And…” He seems bashful suddenly, “I just wanna call you my wife.” Immediately you take his hands in yours, he stares at you with wide eyes.

“James Barnes,” you take a deep breath, “I can’t promise I will always be easy to love-” he opens his mouth to protest - “nope. It’s my turn,” you tell him. “But I can promise that I will love all of you for as long as I live, no matter what comes our way.”

Tears glitter in his eyes and you watch his adam’s apple bob hard as he swallows.

“Y/N…” His thumbs stroke your knuckles. “I’ve waited a few lifetimes to find you. But all that time, all that hell, was worth it to find myself standing here with you. There is so little I can promise to provide you with-” his voice cracks a bit. “But I swear I will always protect you. I swear I will always love you,” he smiles, “and baby, you’re so damn easy to love.”

You sniff, a tear tumbling down your cheek, “Damn you. I shoulda made you go first.”

He laughs, “Y/N, will you take me as your husband?”

“I do.” You smile, “Bucky, will you take me as your wife?”

“Absolutely.” You watch a tear sneak out of the corner of his eye, “May I kiss the bride?”

“Always.”

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msiopao · 4 years

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Nobi with the Members

WORLDWIDE HANDSOME

‘eomma!!!’

one yell from her and jin’s running in with a spatula, ready to beat the kids

thinks a lot of her outfits are revealing but gave up after nobi told him to stop complaining to the stylists

cooking buddies

feeds into jin’s ego at being handsome

‘kim seokjin? no. art? yes.’

babies nobi TOO much

even though she’s literally 24, he still treats her like she’s 12

thinks she can do no wrong and sees her as an angel

but nobi is such a bad influence

‘my hair is bothering my eyes and it makes me want to just cut if off’

*nobi handing him scissors* ‘do it’

constantly telling him that his dancing is perfect bc jin is insecure about the lack of his ability :(

even though he’s a better dancer than most

nobi tries to get him riled up so he talks all weird

the one who is actually genuinely tickled with jin’s jokes

eatjin’s legendary moments always have jin and nobi in it

goes to his hotel room just because he always has food and jin doesn’t have it in him to refuse her

the one who nags nobi the most regarding her eating

just her mom periodt

TONGUE TECHNOLOGY

gets hyper when nobi messes around

incredibly and ridiculously protective of her

helps her go through rough times as her therapist

yoongi mumbles under his breath and nobi is usually the only one who hears and will laugh as he curses someone quietly

nobi’s sense of humor is the closest with his

nap times are their bonding times

also composing

army always amazed bc nobi is the only who gets yoongi on crack mode

nobi always pinches his cheeks and she shrieks when he does that cute awkward smile

nobi absolutely flipped out when yoongi got really sick

always seeks yoongi’s approval so he’s the first one to see her lyrics

doesnt beat around the bush w it

if its bad, needs improvement

if its good, its the BEST LYRICS HES EVER READ

nobi hides her feelings well and he’s the only one who can get her to open up

during bst era, she hit her lowest

yoongi got very concerned and when she did finally talk, his heart just broke in half

she hates the fact that she can’t be the daughter her parents wanted

she hates the fact that she’s weak and breaks down easily

she hates the fact that she’s seen as a whore because she’s surrounded by boys she calls her brothers 24/7

she hates the fact that everything about her is considered wrong

that talk got them really close and yoongi makes it mission everyday to see her genuine and pretty smile

he lives for her happiness

uwu

HOBI

‘WELCOME TO THE HOBI NOBI SHOW!’

puppies

nobi hugs him a lot

whenever he dances, nobi has this look in her eyes that looks like hobi is the stars and the universe

both of them are the ones who keep the group’s mood up and tries to prevent fights

even when they’re tired from practice, they still smile and yells ‘hwaiting!’

while hobi is just a moodmaker in general,

nobi does it bc she hates confrontation and gets uncomfortable so she just blurts it out

nobi’s also a dancer so her and hobi dance ALL THE TIME

vlives w them are always filled with laughter and teasing

‘everyone, nobi just fell after hitting that spin’

‘YAH! NO I DIDNT!’

hobi is known to be a choroegrapher and nobi puts her input here and there and boom!

tbh idk why they even have a professional choreographer in the first place

hobi is a trained singer so nobi asks him to sing for her constantly

hes happy to oblige

armys live for the moments of them in run bts or vlives bc they have this vibe or bond that is just something you wished you had

JOONIE-HYUNG!

‘NOBI WATCH OUT!’

they’re the philosophical duo

nobi loves poetry and literature in general bc she tends to think really deeply

their bonding time is those deep talks

as their leader, nobi goes to him for confirmation or approval for a lot of things

she’s always having english lessons w him and he tries his best to teach her so she could speak to int-army

bts calls them the clumsiest bc of joon’s usual clumsiness but nobi is always looking out for him so she doesnt pay attention to her surroundings and runs into something too

she loves his studio and hangs out the most even though joon’s always telling her to stay away

props up her feet on that fortune dollar table of his

when he speaks english in interviews, she watches him with a smile on her face

her dad

pats her head when she walks over to him

her and jimin crashes his vlives all the time

there’s nothing in the world that changes the way she sees joonie

to her, she’ll always be the joonie who welcomed her to their group even though she was a brat at first

thats another story for next time

now she respects him so much and he’s probably the one she looks up to the most

overall, she idolizes him and talks about him like he put the stars in the sky while joon just sits there all flustered

MOCHI

oof look at that beautiful manjfkalj;dlfsjkf

cannot sleep without her chimmy plush

when they first met, he was the first one she got really close to

his cute chubby cheeks were victims of her uwu moments

learns a lot fo ballet videos from youtube and they dance it in vlives all the time

remember when i said she had an eating disorder?

yea, it happened around the time he had his too

nobi was always trying to eat little ever since debut but she stopped eating for days at a time and with jimin doing it too, bts kinda derailed for a hot minute

a long emotional time of sufering until bang pd demanded they stop it immediately

after that, they had an emotional sit down where they just cried and spilled all their insecurities and they had each other’s backs

knowing she was already skinny, jimin disapproved but she also disapproved and again, more tears

nobi always hides snacks in her and kook’s room that kook doesn’t even know about and she always brings the box over to jimin’s room if hobi is out for schedules

when hobi went to america, nobi slept in jimin’s room

kook was real pissed off about it

eyesmiles for days

giggles 24/7

has the picture of one of jimin’s unreleased baby pictures as her home screen

dies a little inside when nobi reaches over to him with sweater paws bc OMG she’s so cute

uwu

jimin really coos and giggles at nobi bc of her small height and her uwu energy

sorry i used uwu a lot

TAETAE

the dumpling accident omg

jimin mentioned it in a vlive earlier and nobi also talked about it a day later in her own vlive

‘tae was very hungry at that time and just wanted to eat it immediately and when he got angry, he curled up to nobi and refused to acknowledge me’

again, nobi hates confrontation so fights between the members always brings her down and so she tries to comfort each member

she bought tae some dumplings after practice and tricked him into meeting jimin so they could meet up

tbh, tae would be a mess without nobi

she helps him clean up his room but gives up w the amount of clothes on the floor

‘honestly, you shouldve just stayed roommates w joonie-hyung. we cant trust you to room by yourself’

she goes to his room sometimes and just lays on his bed bc he has the softest bed in the whole dorm

tae is already known to be very regal and royalty like whenever he steps outside

combine that with graceful queen nobi?

oof armys fanfiction royalty aus pop up everywhere

nobi is still angry that tae isn’t a gucci model w her bc she feels out of place being the only member w a clothing sponsorship

but underneath that stiff and cold facade, they both are seen making faces and goofing off all the time

nobi can only stand being a queen for so long

in one concert, she danced w him in a duet w singularity and lets just say, armys died that night

always stands next to each other and if they cant, always seen giving each other longing stares and smiles

the 2nd most popular ship in the fandom and they know it too so they keep feeding armys for their compilation videos

MUSCLE PIG

the only member who’s younger than her

actually would it be considered if they’re only 10-months apart?

kook refuses to call her noona unless he wants something

initially didnt like her but there was a time she bought him banana milk and it was all good

our boy was crying bc he was hungry and tired and he was trying to control his weight and he just wanted some banana milk

they’re a superior ship

one of the most popular ship in the whole industry

actually the superior couple and kai and jennie can square up

there’s fan edits of them and they both purposely do stuff to help them make au videos in youtube

theyve seen it before so we arent safe bois

the 2nd pair of roommates in the bts dorm

nobi is usually the first one to sleep while kook is watching something in the living room

when he goes to his room, he takes a minute and stands at the doorway and just looks at nobi with love in his eyes

mhm

nobi loves warmth so she gets out of her own bed at like 3 in the morning and just goes into kook’s and cuddles to him

sometimes, they just lay in bed and nobi is holding his hand just inspecting his tattoos

‘should we get a matching tattoo?’

their closet is large and tbh, they share the same clothing anyways

more like nobi wears mostly kook’s stuff

like, really, nobi has pants and a few shirts and thats it

they share everything like family but kook refuses to share her w anyone else but him

#bts imagines #8th member of bts #bts 8th member #bts au #bts scenarios #bts female scenarios #bts female imagines #bts female member #bts female addition #kpop oc #female!oc #bts girl member #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts aus

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toysoldiers-rwby · 4 years

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Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Explicit (tagged as thoorist) Tags: slice of life, sexual tension Word Count: almost 6k

Second Draft of ch 10. I tossed out almost 20k words to find an ending that was the right amount of tension and bittersweet. I think this one was too angsty. honestly i don't remember

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Dr. Pietro was too valuable to be in the middle of Grimm infested fields, thousands of miles away from the Kingdom. He was constantly wrangling in both the Watts and a few other scientist for his current project. It would explain Author Watts’ sour mood, his eagerness to experiment on Glade.

But Glade was Glade, May realized with a smile. The stray that manipulated the military, the stray that outsmarted two fucking kingdoms! Being able to improvise and make the best out of being an illegal experiment…

Glade did a double take, those glowing white pupils dilating like a cat. Ears flicking in confused circles as plume of fire they were blowing onto the metal faded to the embers died on their lips. Fire Dust glowed across their skin, high-lighting the fullness of their cheeks and hard planes of muscles beautifully.

May only understood a few signs but she knew the sign “What?”

She continued staring and grinning. “Nothing.”

Glade crosses their arms and leans against the workbench. They’re posturing. With the military feeding them, they didn’t even need to flex to show off their muscles. That calm and confident grin echoing Joanna and Robyn’s. There isn’t enough raw arrogance to compete with Winter, maybe in a few years after the tuffs of curls grow out. But right now they look too adorable.

Silvio looks up from his Scroll. His face starts at confused, slides down to contempt then utter disgusted as he looks between Glade and May. He takes a deep breath and Glade is already rolling those glowing blue eyes, “Gaaay! Oh wait…” He stares at Glade. There’s an analytically rude way his silver eyes flick up and down their body.

They’re not in uniform. Too much grease, too much molten metal, Dust, and various other things that would permanently damage the thick fabric. Instead it’s a simple broiler suit, arms tied at the waste because fuck safety and stand in the raw Solitas air in their binder.

“Would that still be considered Gay? How would that work with… y’know?”

“That’s a stupid question for a genius,” May scoffs with a small smirk.

“If I wasn’t freezing my balls off I’d pelt you snow,” Silvio glowers. He pouts, turning his chair and continues playing with Marrow’s weapon schematics. May’s Scroll pings.

G.O.A.T: Fi and Win stares a lot too G.O.A.T: yall can admit im hot

If they weren’t working on Winter’s weapon she’d throw her Scroll at that smug face. “Literally hot. I think I can see you steaming,” May says with a small frown. It doesn’t stay though. She’s far too happy.

Things were getting better.

It took till fucking mid-terms but it was fucking getting better. Glade sticks out their tongue, the Dust infused tongue piercing glowing brightly. Then they blow a kiss with embers and a wink- and the warm stutters her heartbeat. Glade chuckles silently and goes back to work. She can’t help but continue watching.

Blacksmiths had all but died in Atlas. They have machines and factories and there was something captivating about watching the kiln from the fire and Dust dance against their skin. Something about watching someone’s passion in action.

And yes. May wouldn’t feed that ego but Glade was hot.

And criminal or not, they were a genius. They pulled the saber out of the kiln, setting it against the anvil and hammering it into shape. Glade may have been a pacifist but they were a fighter. There was no one else more qualified to make weapons than Aurora Glade-

“They’re a good kisser you know.”

May screamed turned around. They saw white wiggling ears and looked down to see Fiona smiling. She’d be laughing if she wasn’t breathing so hard. Face flushed adorably, even tinting her ears lightly- Gloveless fingers engulfed her vision.

“Cold!” Fi’s hands cups her cheeks. May sends them tumbling backwards trying to escape but Fiona laughs and follows. She tries to find footing but its all snow out in the tundra and they fall deep into it.

“Gay!” Silvio’s yell is swallowed by the emptiness and snow.

Fiona manages a laugh and needs to gasp for breath again. May hisses, body shivering as snow melts against her thick Atlesian clothes. Then she’s too hot, Fi’s breath warm against her lips. Still too far.

“I wish I could kiss you…” Fiona whispers.

May was about to pull her into one but Marrow and Harriet shouting stops them. Thousands of miles away from the Kingdom and it’s eyes and ears still follows. Fiona sighs, ears flicking in frustration. The Junior Ops were rather far for safety reasons, testing out upgrades and smoothing out kinks as the geniuses upgrade them. There were some pros to being in this ‘Accelerated Program.’

But stealing small moments right in under Atlas of them gives a certain thrill. May’s hands manages to slide into Fiona’s and she brings it to their lips. Fi sputters, that blush running deeper, lower down that lovely neck.

“Nice to see you two being productive.” The drawl is both familiar and unfamiliar. Fiona gasp out another bubble of giggles and May laughs. The Glyph is actually warmer than the snow as it pulses under them. It gently pulses and lifts May and Fiona off the ground.

The pair is meet with more than Winter’s eyes. Robyn and Joanna are grinning down at them, far to amused to play stoic like the Specialist. All three of them are flushed and panting slightly. But… for some reason no matter how deep Winter’s breath were, it wasn’t fulfilling. She was fighting in a binder again-

“May isn’t your partner anymore,” Fiona teases with a grin. May ignores the small sting in her chest. “Your not allowed to be jealous if I top her-”

“I don’t need to hear this!” Silvio yells a little more aggressively. He stands up, hugging his thick coat tight to his body. The civilian snow gear almost makes him penguin walk to the Junior Ops. “Marrow! Give me your gun!”

“I thought you said-”

“Give it!” Marrow yips and immediately surrenders his weapons. Silvio then retreats deep into the airship. Leaving Marrow confused, unarmed and pouting.

Glade gives RMJT (Ramjet) and their supervising officer a side-ways glance and a smirk but continues to work on Winter’s weapon. With some steam and wind Dust, they cool it down sharpen the blade in long arching fluid motion. The muscle on their arms on full display and almost as nice as Joanna’s. May would need to feel them to get a fair evaluation though-

"Kitten."

“Stop calling me that!” May swats Joanna’s handsome face on reflex. Joanna laughs and gently pushes her hands off.

“But you even paw,” Joanna hums low and playfully. She worse than Fiona when she feels like it and judging from the light in her eyes, she felt like it. “We still have a bet. If I win you finally start using my crossbow staff.”

“We never decided on what I’ll get if I win,” May argues. There were so many ideas she had. A date night with just Joanna was always fun and calm. She did promise to take her around to show off the glowing street art in Mantle.

“Why bother? That’s never going to happen,” Joanna winks and is already walking a little ways from the airship. May finds herself following, staring at that broad back and the muscles testing the fabric of her coat. She huffs in frustration but reaches for her staff and extends it. A quick double to confirm that all the Dust chambers are full.

May nods.

Joanna doesn’t fire her crossbow bolts. She splits that staff into two axes and charges. May’s mind fire scenario after scenario, the smile still on her face. Joanna is stronger and has a longer reach. She doesn’t need a two handed weapon to over power her and her long arms is enough for the axes.

May smirks. Two weapons makes it harder for May to block so she’ll just dodge- Joanna fires a bolt at her feet. It glows purple and the pull of gravity nearly drops May to her knees. Instead she tucks and rolls left, then scrambles back to avoid the an axe head. The other end is loaded and May barely hits it away to avoid it. Only this time the bolt explodes far to close behind her and topples the two.

The Marigold scowls. She vaguely remembers that Joanna was a cop, one of the best in Mantle. She’s older, has more experience fighting people than Grimm. She also has stronger Aura and more reserves. That explosions does nothing to her while May’s ears are ringing and the snow crunches unevenly under her feet.

Joanna lets her blink the world back to focus. She’s grinning, tapping an axe bladed crossbow on her shoulder. "Gonna call it kitten?" Her partner taunts playfully. If this was last semester May might have thrown her staff or go invisible. Then throw her staff.

She only grins. “Not even in your dreams.” May does go invisible. Joanna immediately couches down, grabbing a handful of snow and flies it into the air. May grins. Smart, resourceful. Gullible. Chambering fire dust, she melts the snow. Solitas is cold enough that water instantly freezes again, leaving a mist that blankets the field. May throws the gravity bolt back with enough Aura to pull Joanna to the ground.

She was going to follow up with lightning but May always underestimates how strong Joanna is. The gravity bolt doesn’t pin her, barely hinders her as she charges towards May again. For a moment they were in the Field.

For a moment, Joanna doesn’t attack and just presses her lips to May’s. She surrenders into it almost instantly. Joanna’s kiss was always slow burning. There’s a lingering sense of power and control. Like a beast in hibernation. It’s one of those things that is given to you.

That moment passes as Joanna continues to shove May out. Their lips part far to soon. It’s worth being pinned into the snow by her girlfriend though. Hidden in the snow, Joanna breaths hot against the back of her neck.

“I win.”

“I don’t exactly call this a lose…” May mumbled. Joanna easily lifts them both up and May’s blushing to hard and staring at the ground. Heart beating too fast for something so simple. Maybe she did like being handled… Her teammates laugh. The Ice Queen can’t. Winter does relax, the barest hint of a smile on her face.

Then she’s looking at Glade. The saber is finished and sings as it cuts through the air. With a press of a button the secondary splits from the handle and drops into their free hand. They test the pair out, feeling the balance, checking the sharpness. After a little more teasing and a small impatient frown from Winter, the weaponsmith finally surrenders it.

“An adequate display,” Winter hums, keeping her expression and voice void of the pride in the eyes. Glade was amazing and they knew it. They frowned deeply at the insult and May laughed with Fiona. They were adorable. Even with the eerie glowing eyes. “Would you like to prove me wrong? I believe Watts is still trying to get combative readings from your neural augments.”

There was an interruption from the Junior Ops. Of course it was Harriet who scoffs, “Stop playing with your pet,” Harriet said. "We’re here on business, Specialist Schnee."

… Pet. May grits her teeth. She takes a deep breath trying to let the comment wash off. Winter’s constant reminder floats through her head. The need to play nice and play up Robyn’s image.

It was Robyn’s fame that saved Fiona’s scholarships when the public learned Winter was promoted. It was Winter’s image that lets her be around Glade so much that their sign language was second nature in just a few months.

Atlesian 101. Public opinion is everything. At the end of the day, they were all social creatures. All victims to a mindless and easily fooled community.

But Robyn was a Mantle Rat. She doesn’t see the manipulative threads. She heard a bitch insult a friend who’s been stripped of everything and leaps into action.

“What did you call Glade?” Robyn hisses. Fiona is standing by their leaders side. It wasn’t that Fiona was sweet and kind and without spite. It was that she didn’t have the protection May had, couldn’t act on her anger without a family name and money.

So Fiona practically snarl and bare her fangs stuns May for a moment. The pair make the face of RMJT. They’re charming and cute smiles were plastered all over the net and zines. If a photo of them got leaked right now, Fi would lose her scholarships. They both looked ready to throttle the hare.

“Get over yourself, Hill,” Harriet sneered in that Atlesian tone. May scowls. She’s faster than Robyn so she’ll be second in line to beat the asshole up. "Maybe if you were a real Atlasian Huntress you’d realize Glade is just a toy." May’s heart is in her ears. Roaring. Angry. Two years till freedom. May desperately reminds herself. Two years till they can finally bring Atlas down-

Fiona moves first so Robyn follows her partner. Joanna’s long arms catch Fiona in a bear hug while May struggles with Robyn.

"You called them Winter’s pet!" Fiona angrily yelled, thrashing in Joanna’s arms. Somehow May managed to shove Robyn her way. Joanna’s strong arms easily pinned the two in a bear hug. Fiona looked at the only other Faunus. Marrow had wandered over, no doubt to stop all the yelling. “Marrow! You can’t be okay with that!”

“I- I’m not!” the underclassmen stuttered, tail low between his legs.

"Then fucking do something!"

“Assault isn’t the answer, Ms. Thyme,” That cool commanding voice. May sighs. That mask slips on too easily sometimes. May can’t blame her… She’s a Schnee she was literally born into it. Everyone calms a little. Winter isn’t even looking at RMJT but the airship side door. //Focus in use

The workbench and kiln are abandoned… Winter clears her throat. Glade pokes their head out.

Brows knitted up in fear above those glowing blue eyes, their ears a timid low. They looked at Robyn and Harriet, both their shoulders tense and absolutely pissed. Then they looked back at Winter and vigorously shake their head no, trying to hide away again.

From the corner of her eyes, May saw Marrow bit his lip, tail twitching as he tried not to giggle. May was eager to latch to the lighter mood. Her anger doesn’t melt so easily. But… but Glade was scared. So she takes a deep breath and smiles softly. Not enough to be friendly because Glade was a solo vigilante.

If they had to keep their relationship a secret they definitely had to keep their history with Glade buried.

Still Her chest was bubbling at how cute timid Glade was. Marrow cracked laughing softly and May couldn’t help but to snort. Winter gave a sigh, frustration genuine on her face. For a moment even May thought she was irritated at the ‘criminal’ but the twitch in her arms told a different story. Winter fought against her true nature, pushed aside all the comforting gestures she’d learned for Weiss and gave Glade a wary thin look.

“I assure you, you’re safe… Unless you doubt my ability to beat everyone here?” Winter asked slowly, toeing the line of intimidating and teasing. Glade made more adorable Faunus noises.

May couldn’t help but to smile. Everyone else, save for Harriet, thought it was adorable so she was allowed to too. Before Winter could try coax them in, someone kicked Glade out of the airship. Silvio scowls glaring hard at the students.

“Aren’t you fucking assholes suppose to be smart?” He ask. “Do you know how much Grimm you just brought in?! Two hordes of Megoliaths!”

Winter sighs. She’s had a lot of practice so it comes out natural. It almost convinces May. “Harriet, take the fighter and the others. I need a word with RMJT.” Winter said, glaring hard at Robyn.

During the short time it takes to load up the workstations and for the Junior Ops to leave, May realizes that Winter might actually be made. As soon as they were gone, Winter tapped a few buttons on her Scroll. May could feel the guarded edge on the back of her mind and in her Aura fade off as the hidden cameras in the room shut down.

//HH & Winter Rift. White knights flaw. PICKUP HERE Immediately the Schnee exploded, that cool demeanor all fire and frustration.

“What the fuck were you two thinking?!” Winter yells at Robyn and Fi. Again. At least it was almost two weeks. Still May sighs and tries to find a way to de-escalade the situation. It’s hard when she sides with Fi and Robyn. Fiona’s hackles practically raise, fist balled up tight as she glared at her former leader. Robyn looked ready to throw another punch.

Before either of them could get a word in, Joanna’s massive figure stepped between them. She only crossed her arms, staring down at all three women. The interruption was enough for them to catch their breath. Mostly Winter who leaned against the table, almost struggling to breath as she rubbing her temples.

“Fi… you should know you need to pick your battles. There are still people trying to get you expelled and I’m not there to-”

“We don’t need your protection,” Fiona hissed, ears twitching low. "Focus on Glade, Silvio, Weiss and Whitley." That hit May and cracked Winter. So many emotions she needed to keep under control flashed across her face. May pressed her side into their girlfriend’s, hoping to ground her. Eventually the pain and fear faded to… guilt.

Then Winter shook it off.

It was replaced by fustration. “Point is there is a lot of people that don’t want to see you four graduate,” Winter said. RMJT rolled their eyes. They were the under-dogs. An estrange elite, two nontraditional Mantle Rats who said fuck the law and a Faunus that was better than a Schnee in both academic and fighting- Winter was still talking. “They have a lot of power if you give them any kind of leverage you’ll never graduate.”

“We’ll be fine.” Robyn huffed.

“No you wont,” Winter hissed at Robyn. She stood up, back straight and shoulders tense. Brittle. May gently put her hand on Win’s shoulder, only to have… her former partner shake it off. Winter soldiers on, “You have no idea, what Atlesians are capable of. You need to do better!”

“I know!” Robyn yelled back. They were within each other’s melee range now. “I have people swarming me every day reminding me I’m the Hero of Mantle. I know!”

“You wanted follow my grandfather. Step up and lead by example, Hill.”

The importance of image finally clicks for Robyn. Realization settles in as her shoulders relax for a moment. Robyn tries to smooth out those hard edges but pitty and fustratin shines through. “So do you,” Robyn nearly hisses. “You’re the only one keeping them prisoner.”

That makes Winter pause. She looks at Robyn and something filters across her face.

Pity or envy?

Before RMJT can say anything the bay doors open and Glade was the first one to jump out. Winter actual held them back. May remembered something Winter said at the beginning of summer. That Glade’s Dust was potent enough to level an entire block. They saw that masterful application during their work and now…

And now Glade is finally away from civilians.

Even from the possible safety of the Bullhead, high in the air, May could feel the heat piercing the Solitas cold. A blaze of fire rolled through the snow and ice, leaving the dead rocky ground bare. The weaker Megoliaths burned in the fire.

The Dust in their boildersuit fade from red to dark orange. The herd was culled again, this time impaled by earthen spikes. A quarter of the herd was cut down in seconds. The Alpha Megoliaths roared, legs shattering the earth spikes under its feet. They could see the ground shaking from the sky. If Glade’s Aura and Dust doesn’t attract the second horde, the small earthquakes would have.

Glade was skilled enough to avoid capture by Vale’s Glynda Goodwitch. Skilled enough to wrangle Grimm, skilled enough to have the entire Kingdom of Mistral after her and elude them for a year. Skilled enough that violence was a choice for them. And even stripped of everything they bite back in a differnt way.

Winter crosses her arms. The movement pulls May to the argument that the two leaders could never really settle. What to do with Glade? "Their semblance is similar to General Ironwood’s Mettle." Winter explains. May hates their semblance even more. “Glade can Focus on an aspect, personality, emotions, senses, a task, Dust, lying… acting.” Winter said. There was something at the end of it. It dipped and strained… like she was stabbing her own heart. “Atlesian 102.”

And suddenly May’s freeze and burns.

“Give them what they think they want.” May mumbles. Focus on a lie or an act, May grits her teeth. Pretend like nothing is wrong for the sake of your friends or play up the torutred experiment to gain sympathy.

“Everyone loves to see their hero and knight save someone. And the Faunus experiment is the perfect damsal.” Winter practically growls under her breath. May watches her. Anger deep in her eyes. Winter didn’t ask for the image, for the fame. It followed her from her family now in the military it has grown like steel wires.

She waits a few moments. When RMJT responds with silence she finally leaps from the aircraft. She landed gracefully next to Glade. She let some of her Ice Queen image chip and crack to give Glade a pat on their head. The Specialist didn’t draw her new saber, fresh from the kiln and anvil. Instead she stepped back and let Glade fight.

Glade never needed their help.

Not with the Geist.

Not after their surrender.

May and Robyn looked at each other, conflicted and a little confused. How much was an act from their semblance? Robyn groaned into her palm. The look of regreat solid on her face before she leaped out.

“Sometimes I think she forgets she’s dating Winter,” Joanna whispered to May. It felt like that most days… May blames the distance. The physical one, between Atlas and Mantle. “Come on. Killing Grimm will calm us down and we can’t get showed up by a civilian.”

"How does adrenaline and hot sweaty women equal calming?" Fiona muttered. It was a half hearted joke. A little real but overall a bad deflect. May takes a breath.

Glade is okay. Just a manipulative bitch. Hopefully. And if they’ll still be there tomorrow. Things will get better. Hopefully.

May follows the rest of RMJT out of the airship.

Joanna was right. Fighting Grimm burnt the argument and fight out of them. Despite all the show, Glade gased out far to quickly to be effective Hunter. They did kill a lot of the first herd and the second was no match for eight nearly qualified Hunters.

Snow was starting to return to the area where Glade orignally landed. There was a small tent picked up with a few chairs. Fiona waving at them while Joanna gave a broad grin and blowing a kiss. Robyn plays along, a hand over her heart and swooning into May’s arms. Until the estranged Marigold snorts and drops her.

But just because Joanna was right doesn’t mean Fiona was wrong.

May stands above Robyn for a second. Admiring the messy plantium locks and the flushed tanned face- Robyn winks. “Ugh-” Instead of sinking down into the snow and kissing her girlfriend she kicks the snow into her face. Joanna and Fiona laugh, loud and joyful. They were all too tired to be guarded. It feels less like a fight, less like a mission watching a ‘criminal.’ Their stupid smiles always made it feel like a date.

As soon as May took a seat in on the chairs she didn’t want to move. She hiss curses under her breath feeling her body throb. A Sabyr kicked her jaw, a Sulfur Fish stung her calf… but the thob was in her gut and growing lower and lower as she watches her partner.

Joanna pushed Elm out of the way earlier, taking a hit from a Megoliath. It must have fucked with her shoulder because she’s rolling it, stretching her coat tight against her back muscles. May feels that solid heat ghost under her fingers. She doesn’t have the same hair routine but giving Joanna massages was good in its own way.

She wasn’t strong enough for a deep massage but that just means May kept on trying. Enjoying warm skin under her hands, the hard shift from muscle to muscle. Every twitch was like Joanna was flexing.

May feels Marrow’s tail thawt against her leg in a lazy motion. It sped up a little as Joanna slips a sleeve off, brunching up her shirt to push a the knot directly and showing an unfair amount of muscles.

She wants to kiss her. Fuck public image. Fuck all the pretending, the cold attitutdes. May was tired of all the Atlesian bullshit. She killed dozens of Grimm and at least deserves to kiss her fucking girlfriends. Joanna was barely out of breath and May wanted her gasping.

“Hey, Robyn,” Marrow called out, breaking her out of her daydream. “You can’t arrest people, can you?”

“I quit so I could attend Atlas Academy, wags.”

“Huh… Well that,” He gestured to Joanna. Robyn walked over, quietly observing as Elm walked up and tried to massage the kink gone. Both their muscles flexing and tested Atlesian thick clothing. "That should be illegal."

“You know what is illegal?” Robyn asked. May could hear that stupid smile in her voice and she was groaning loudly to drown out Robyn but it didn’t work, “Not kissing my girlfriend- Damn it! Look alive, May!"

May snapped to attention just as a Megoliath roared into view. Everyone switches back into fighting mode. May ran after her leader, twisting the chamber in her staff. It clicks empty, empty, then she felt electricity hum as lightning Dust chambers in.

“Joanna!”

“For the record I hate it when any of you do this!” Joanna yells. She still held her out her hands for May to vault off of and May only grins. Blame it on all the times Winter carries her around or all the rush from the Glyphs, or maybe she just likes being handled by Joanna. Her partner only frowns as hearing her thoughts. She still throws May high into the air and barely has time to dodge the Grimm herself.

Elm jumps in, holding onto the trunk with Roots further anchoring her to the ground. May yells a warning, plunging the staff deep into the Grimm’s eye. It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t smoke, it just… sinks in with a bone shuddering wet noise. The lightning Dust pours into the Megoliath. Joanna helps Elm clear the twitching tunk and stomping legs.

An explosion throw’s May’s off.

It wasn’t silent like the crossbow bolts so it had to be something Fiona stole. May’s limbs burns like she’s been fighting for an hour. She sinks deep into the snow and it doesn’t help. It does the opposite. All the blood is pooling between her legs, all the running and fighting had everything rubbing just right. May tries not to think about the last time she had sex. About how the snow feels like Winter’s cool hands crawling into her neck.

With a shuttering breath she stares up at the bright sky. Focuses on how warm the rare Solitas sun is on her skin because they were in public. Fiona eclipses the sun for a moment. Then a moment longer as her body falls-

“Fi!” May screams, trying to scrample away. The snow gives and gives under her hands and Fiona finally craches into her. Even the sharp headbutt does nothing for the low arosual in her gut. If anything it just gives her shaft a reason to thob harder. It has everything to do with Fi’s groan and not how her brain was mixing pleasure and pain. With Fiona’s hands firm on her chest. Sweet laughter against her neck.

May drops her Aura for a few seconds. The idea was that the snow would chill her blood. But so many hours, wrapped around Winter’s fingers… May groaned slamming her Aura back on. She wanted those cool hands on her thighs. Clawing. She wanted Fiona seated higher on her chest.

Who’s idea was it not fuck? Winter? It has to be Winter’s.

Fiona’s laugh draws May out of her pout. “Woops,” Fiona mumbled unapologetically. There was something in her voice. The faux innocent tone and sinfully slow drawls. “It’s a good thing Joanna won, you really need something for distance.”

“Shut up,” May growled. As revenge she hangs limp. Fiona is strong enough to carry her but she just… so tiny. And tired. The snow makes things harder than it should be and they fall back into it. Out of stupid habits May holds Fiona tight, as if they were falling out of another crashing airship. As if Fiona wasn’t already laughing on the way down.

“This is your fault y’know,” Fiona said with a grin. Looming over her, elbows blocking May. It fucks with her breathing and then more. Fiona’s eyes flicker down. That heated gaze slowly growing intense, like the day in the changing room. She licks her lips, her ears straining forward for more soft noise. She knows Fi can feel her heart race. That innocent smiles grows sweet and beutiful and so far from innocent.

Her knee slides up.

Pausing between May’s. That low throb was firmly settled between May’s legs now. She glances away but that only opens her up. Fiona’s lips and nose press into her neck. Her pulse is far to alive against such a soft kiss. Too soft. May wants more. Her body already arching for it.

“Fi…” May was starting to tremble.

“We deserve a second,” Fiona says as if it was a warning. Then her teeth digs in hard. May presses her hand against her mouth, breath loud and sharsh as her back arch but Fiona’s hand quickly comes up to pin it down. Her ears flutter pointedly. May wanted hands and teeth, Fiona wanted it all including her moans. She sucks hard and gives May a teaser for what it could feel around her pulsing cock.

She doesn’t stop until May tugs her hair. After May feels pre-cum sliding down her shaft. Fiona growls and huffs. Teeth teasing the bruise but it was already healing. It still hurts, so Fi tongue sooth the spot. Low and slow like it was May’s shaft- Their Scrolls ping and Fiona looks ready to break it in her hands.

G.O.A.T: stop. i can SMELL you horny idiots from here happywool: that’s a bad thing?

She steal a kiss from May. Even burried in the snow, fighting in the cold, the kiss is warm and sweet. Even if Fiona’s sharp teeth nip with fustration.

Her knee shifts higher. A hand palms May’s chest.

G.O.A.T: SERIOUSLY. I CAN’T EXACTLY GET LAID foxhot: sounds like a u problem G.O.A.T: just finish the grimm so we can get Win home

That stops Fiona dead in her tracks.

mt.spur: what happen angeldust: Nothing important. G.O.A.T: i disagree and stop being a dumb bitch G.O.A.T: she’s fighting with her binder on angeldust: So are you! G.O.A.T: i didnt feint bitch

May and Fiona rolls their eyes and share another kiss before Fiona pulls her onto her feet. "The sooner we finish the sooner we can finsih," Fiona says with a wink and runs off. May watches her with a small smile and tries to shake the snow out of her hair and clothes.

The rest of the evening slips into a mix of auto-pilot and a straight up blur. The simple social outing for the ‘criminal’ was an extra hour, almost two. The Grimm was easy but they kept coming. Like every other week. RMJT has been out on so many missions half their classes were online, in the damn airships. The ones that weren’t were Combative Training, Advance Stealth Operations or Body Conditioning.

Her Scroll kept going off too much to call it a nap and she feels to restless when she finally realizes they’re back in Mantle.

May sets her back down the table and stretches out the kinks in her back. She groans as a few joints pop back into place. A pair of hands slide onto her shoulders, pressing into areas she didn’t realize were tense.

The hands were too big to be Fiona’s, too small to be Joanna’s, too warm to be Winter’s. She blinks in surprise. For such a flirt Robyn was actually rather reserved. Most of her advances only happened when Winter was around. And sure enough, somehow the they manage to drag the Specialist.

Or with Joanna, carry.

A feint blush is on Winter’s cheeks now and she lets out a sigh. May has gotten used to all the touches and her partner’s casual show of strength. But Winter probably regressed up in Atlas, with only Glade.

“You can set me down now,” Winter mumbles.

“Not even a please,” Joanna playfully huffs. Instead she sits down on the couch. Her hands interwined with Winter’s… pressing it against her thighs.

Just like the changing room.

The room suddenly feels hotter. May’s blood was already hot from all of Fiona’s teasing and now its rapidly pooling in her shaft- Where’s the lamb. May looks around to see the women walk out of their bedroom, a bag in one hand and twirling the knife in the other.

Now in the privacy of their home, Fiona is a little calmer. Her grin is still dark, her ears still strained but she doesn’t look like shes ready to pounce.

Her prey is already caught after all.

Fiona looks at May and winks. With a touch the coffee table and everything on it gone and she replaces it with the bed in their room. May finds her self menuvered, seated on the edge with Robyn behind her.

May can only stare dazed at Winter. The women was… she was the image of Atlas perfection. Control, yet she’s trembling with Joanna’s hot breath on her neck. Power, though when that knife slices into her uniform she’s praying Fiona’s name.

“Fi… fuck,” Winter mutters. Her Aura flares where the knife licks her skin. May whimpers and shifts between Robyn’s legs. Her leader murmers something. Something about how good girls don’t interrupt a show. A hand strokes May thighs, promising a reward for good girls.

Fiona briefly smiles over her shoulder. The knowledge that this show was also for them… May throbs against her clothes. Whimpers with as Joanna hums, staring at the tent her pants. Winter looks ready to feint. Breathing shallow and eyes clouded. Still Fiona goes slow. Those flexing abs revealed inch by near minute.

“Hurry, please Fiona… I’m going to pass out-”

“Oh!” Fiona’s blinks, that dominance replaced by surprised concern. She laughs nervously, knife swiftly gliding through the shirt, coat and binder. Winter’s Aura lights up her skin as the blade tilts her head back.

Exposed. Volunrable. Submissive.

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may i request freya,,

Yandere Freya X Reader

Pretending

So peaceful, so beautiful, so calm yet intriguing. As her fierce and untamed eyes brushed over your sleeping body she couldn’t but feel her heart soften. Freya has always felt superior to everyone else around her and it had made it difficult to get close to people because of it. But the first time she had ever laid her eyes on you, she had fallen so hard for you. And when she heard you speak, not only were your voice so soothing and angelic but you were so nice as well. You had complimented her clothing and style and she could feel herself heating up when you smiled. You were just so cute. That was the day that she decided. You had to be hers.

The only problem was, she had competition. Competition that shared the place in your bed right now. Looking beside you she saw her rival, the wolf that stood between you and her. Audie.

She was the bane of Freyas existence. Always laying her dirty paws on you when you belong to Freya! Anytime Audie was close to you Freya could feel her blood boil. She wanted to pounce on that obnoxious, dim-witted, two-faced cockroach and teach her what happens if she tried to take something that isn’t hers. She should know not to touch other people’s things. She didn’t want you to be close to Audie at all, but she didn’t blame you. No. Never you. How could she possibly blame you? It’s not your fault that someone as amazing attracted so many people. One of which was Audie. But that didn’t mean Freya felt any less anger when Audie cheerfully held your hand or wrapped her arms around you. And if she ever had the AUDACITY to kiss you when Freya was present, she had to run away and take deep breaths to keep herself from murdering Audie.

Freya tried not to think of what happened between the two of you when you slept over with each other and the lights turned off. Usually she wouldn’t visit you when Audie was over, if you woke up when you were alone Freya could just abduct you, she was a lot stronger than you after all. But if Audie was there to, well that would make things a bit more complicated. Abducting you would be easy but if she had to fight off Audie that would be a whole other story. That was another thing Freya liked about you, you were so weak. So utterly helpless. So defenseless against her. She could literally just swoop you off you feet and keep you to herself if she wanted. The thought of her being able to abduct you without anyone seeing it existed her beyond belief. You’d be hers, and she would be able to do anything with you. But she knew that thought was very unrealistic. Plus, she wanted you to love her back. Freya wasn’t delusional, she knew that if she kidnapped you, you would be petrified of her. And that simply wouldn’t do. She wanted you to enjoy being with her, she wanted the relationship to be two sided. Although. She’s be lying if she said the thought of you shivering out of fear, knowing how powerless you’d be in that situation, didn’t make her smile.

She gad seen you scared before, you were just so adorable when you were scared. You had been chased and cornered by a tarantula, you didn’t seem to have a net with you and as you saw Freya you had called out to her. “FREYA! HELP ME PLEASE!” Hearing you call out her name in desperation had given her a sudden rush of bravery. Doing something she’d never done before. She ran over to the wretched bug and stomped on it, seeing you let out a relived smile and running over to her giving her a big hug was the greatest feeling in the world. Your arms around her felt so good, she couldn’t help but return the hug, lifting you up from your feet and spinning you around a little before putting you back to the ground. And while she did enjoy your fear, she enjoyed your happiness a whole lot more.

But even though she had to admit, Audie made you very happy, she was not gonna let her have you. You were meant for her. And she could make you so much more happier than Audie ever could! She had a bunch of different choices on how to break you and Audie up, and she had tried to find a solution that wouldn’t make you sad. But if course, she couldn’t. There was no way of separating the two of you without you getting sad, or worse, heartbroken. But she knew it had to be done. She could of course do this in a multitude of ways, kidnap you, kill Audie, manipulate you into hating her, abduct Audie and kill her, really it was hard to chose. But in the end she’s have to go with the option that may hurt you a lot, if Audie suddenly went “missing”. But of course. She wouldn’t go missing, no. She would be stuck in Freya’s basement, and lord knows what Freya planned on doing with her from there. Part of her wanted to just make it a quick death, another part of her wanted to make it as slow and drawn out as possible. As a punishment for taking you away from her.

But no matter, right now she could just enjoy the sight of your sleeping body even if it was next to Audie. It’s not like she would be beside you for very long...

“Hey Freya could you help me for a second?” You asked her, tilting your head whilst giving a caring smile. Freya could feel her heart beat as you said her name. She wanted you to do that more often. “Yes? What is it Y/N?” You ran up to her and grabbed her paw in your much smaller hand. You led her to a big table near the beach. “So...I may have bought a table that was to heavy for me to lift by myself and I was wondering if you could help me carry it?” You asked her, looking down on the ground. Freya have you a gentle and loving smile as she agreed to help you. And so the two of you carried the big table towards The plaza where you set it down, you then proceeded to unpack a bunch of flowers out of your backpack and put them onto the table. “That looks really nice Y/N” Freya complimented you. “Hey? Do you know where Audie is?” She asked. She had to keep herself from throwing up as she said that name, but she had to keep her mask on.

“Oh, well actually. Audie’s sick still the moment. I’ve given her medicine but nothing seems to be working. Poor thing can barely lift a finger, she’s stuck in her bed” you told her with a saddened look. “Oh really? Ell maybe I should...visit her”

And there you were, sleeping peacefully. Stomach gently going up and down in a relaxed manner. You looked so cute, so sweet, so blissfully unaware of what was going on. Freya wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against you under the covers. Well...maybe if she just-NO! It would be...stupid and risky for her to...but...what if she would be really careful. Yeah, then she could just lye with you for a couple of minutes. The deed has already been done, so no one is gonna be able to stop her. Carefully, Freya slowly but surely lifted up your blanket and crawled up next to you. Her body was not touching yours yet, but oh how she wanted it to so badly. No, she had to control herself, it was risky enough for her to lay in the same bed as you. But...Audie wasn’t here...and it’s not like you were strong enough to do something...Alright then. Freya carefully wrapped one arm around tour waist. You made a little noise and she froze up as you moved slightly, but thankfully you fell back asleep. Okey Freya, you can do it. Freya moved her body next to yours and pressed it up to you, now actually doing a spooning motion instead of just laying next to you. My god. Your skin felt so soft, having your body pressed against hers, feeling you breathe. It was nice, it felt like you were a couple and not a stalker and it’s victim. Freya closed her eyes, letting the moment sink in so that she could truly feel enjoy it. She could stay like this for a little longer. Audie was under control, and as long as you didn’t wake up, this was fine. She might just lay here the entire night, but she’ll have to go before you wake up. She’ll still need time to...”take care” of Audie. But that didn’t matter right now. Right now she just wanted to pretend that everything was normal, maybe that you and her were dating and you wanted her next to you. Pretending, it’s a funny thing. You can pretend all you want, but no matter how hard you pretend.

You can’t fool yourself

#yandere #yandere acnh #yandere animal crossing #yandere freya #animal crossing x reader #animal crossing #acnh #tw stalking #tw obsessive behaviour #tw yandere #freya x reader #audie x reader #freya acnh #audie acnh

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I’m very stressed and sad tonight and the thought of Bill wrapping his arms around Tiger as she tirelessly works. Her eyes hurt from being open, he can see it on her face, and she tries fighting it until she just falls into his embrace. He lifts her up to snuggle in bed but she has trouble asking for him to just wreck her. She paws at him and whimpers, trying to get him to realize she needs it.

I see you baby, I do. And god, I need this so badly too.

The thing with this weird time is there are a lot of people trying to keep business as usual when business is anything but usual. As a lucky one who kept her job (for now), I can tell you--I love my job, but this is a lot. I worked a ton anyway, but we’re operating with 30% of the staff we used to, when the workload increased by about 200%. And all that aside, there’s also not adequate attention being paid--for anyone, really--to the mental aspect this all has. What if you have elderly or at-risk parents, siblings? What if you’re part of the risk group? What if home is not a safe place for you to be, and suddenly you’ve been stuck there for 7 weeks?

Even if you hit the proverbial jackpot and you don’t have any major stressors--you’re not at risk, your family is healthy, your home life is okay. That’s still 7 weeks so far that you are robbed of your social network. 7 weeks that you can’t see your friends, can’t hug people, can’t see your family. And these things seem trivial, but to someone who puts a huge emphasis on them--man, it’s a major thing. We are all dealing with so much, no matter where on that spectrum you fall, and it has a huge impact on our attention span, our ability to concentrate, our ability to be productive. How we are being expected to carry out even the most usual of tasks at full capacity is beyond me, because as humans, ain’t none of us operating at even like 60% right now. Mentally, physically, emotionally--whatever.

And tiger has had a lot with work, sure. But this time, it’s...it’s something more. Bill knows his girl, he knows her tough shell exterior but also knows that it’s ultimately because she’s so sensitive. She has a hard time with chaos, with uncertainty, with this constant influx of pain and heightened emotion and stress and anger and anxiety that she seems to feel from the entire world. She absorbs all of it, whether she realizes it or not, and she’s so susceptible to energies that Bill always has to be careful, do a little vibe check before he goes to get her for something, because if he’s uptight or worried then she’s going to take that on too and he doesn’t want that.

And I just...gah, I low key love this. Because sometimes tiger just needs the snuggles--Jesus sometimes she’ll push him away, and get angry. Snap that she just needs to finish this if he could stop being so overbearing about it all. But Bill knows she’s nearing her breaking point when she just...stops fighting. And it always breaks his heart a bit, because tiger is fiery. She’s hell on wheels, she’s feisty and always angry and he loves her fire. So when all of it leaves her--when she just has no more fight in her--it always makes him a little sad, and a whole lot worried, because it means she’s breaking. But on the other hand, he’s always a little...relieved, too. Because it means she’ll finally let him in a bit more, and he can care for her the way she needs it.

There’s always lots of snuggles. When she breaks, she just wants his touch--because it’s reassuring. It’s comfort in its purest form, and she just curls into him and doesn’t leave his side. And Good Dude Bill--y’know, Bill always offers it up. Because snuggling is great but sometimes tiger needs something more meaningful, something a little deeper (no pun intended), a little closer. And he’ll be soft about it, it’ll be slow and god almost tantric, man sometimes he even has a way of checking if she wants more by like, non-verbal cues. My mind needs a moment for that one, because it’s so sweet. Sometimes he’ll ask outright, and she’ll answer. But sometimes too, sometimes maybe he’ll trail a finger along her collarbones, a little further down her sternum, and his eyes will flick to hers. Searching, gauging. Sometimes she’ll just curl into his chest more--and that’s a no, she doesn’t need more, she just wants...this. But sometimes she’ll chew her bottom lip, her eyes all wide, and she’ll flit her gaze to his. She has trouble holding his stare, but she tries--and that’s a yes. That’s a yes, please, and Bill is taking care of it.

And if she needs something soft, that’s great. But you know what the thing about such a strong, constant influx of emotions is?

It actually makes you numb.

We’ve all been there, right? You feel, you feel so much, you feel too much, and eventually in a last ditch effort of self-preservation--your brain shuts off. Walks away. Makes you numb, apathetic, you literally just don’t feel anything anymore. You can’t. And a lot of people turn to some form of pain when that happens, whatever that looks like for you. It might be drugs. It might be alcohol. it might be rage. I know for me, it was actual...physical pain. Physical pain, being hurt, made me feel something again, and man it was a rush. I did dangerous things that I won’t mention because they’re triggering, but I can mention that fighting and martial arts still gives me that high that I need when I go numb. Punching things that punch back even harder--that pain broke through to me, and it’s a rush every time.

In any case, sometimes when tiger’s numb she needs...that. She needs something a little rougher, she needs Bill to just really let loose. Ravish her, destroy her, turn her into a crying, gasping, oversensitive heap to the point where she can’t even speak anymore. But for someone who is numb, who is just so over everything, that’s a really hard thing to ask for, isn’t it? Tiger can’t even tell him when she’s hungry or when she wants a hug, so she probably has a hell of a time letting it slip that she wants him to fuck her senseless until she almost uses her safe word.

But look, she can give him enough of a confirmation that when he brushes his thumb across her lips softly, when he kisses that sweet spot on her neck--she can let him know that yep, she wants more. She needs it. I just think it might all kind of almost go to shit from there, because Bill is being so gentle, so slow, trying to really prolong it for her--and that’s not at all what tiger needs.

She probably gets a little frantic about it, whines a bit. Bill’s used to it, she always gives a little whine when she needs it real bad, so he doesn’t pay it too much attention. But tiger is steadfastly working herself into a bit of a meltdown, because she’s not getting what she needs and it’s not at all Bill’s fault because he doesn’t know that she needs something else.

But then she starts clawing at him, starts being a little more panicked in her movements--digging her nails into his back and he grits his teeth as she rakes them down, but then she....sobs. She lets go a loud, choking sob as she hooks a leg tighter around him, tries to pull him forward and crush him into her, and she’s starting to wheeze.

“Alright easy kid,” he says calmly--always so calm, because tiger definitely isn’t.

“No more?” he asks, stilling his movements, “Do you want to stop?”

But that’s like, way worse. And tiger gets even more frantic, starts to thrash and buck her hips up, her fists grabbing at the sheets. Bill clues in that maybe she wants the opposite.

“Rougher?” he tries, and tiger doesn’t nod but she does settle. He places a big hand on her throat, presses down just a tad, and Jesus--tiger melts. Just goes absolutely fucking boneless on the mattress. Bullseye.

“Tiger,” he snaps, and she closes her eyes in relief at the stern tone, “Harder?”

She sighs deeply, and Bill knows she’s already starting to float. She lets go the faintest nod, pushing her throat up more into his hand for pressure, and grabs for him again. He gets it, he won’t make her say it or ask for it.

But Jesus, does he ruin her. And he doesn’t stop until she’s crying, until she’s just a twitching mess beneath him, covered in sweat and come. Tiger won’t safe word when she’s like this because in all reality she’s not in her right mind, and she has no idea when her body's had enough and can’t take it anymore--so Bill has to keep a real watchful eye over her, and he has to be the one to end their night when he judges that she can’t take anymore. She can’t even speak, she can barely move, and Bill is just...man, Good Dude Bill is exhausted. He learned awhile ago that tiger gets really physically sensitive after a night like that, and a bath or shower would feel like fire on her skin even if it was cool. So he takes his time, talks her down from it, waits until she’s breathing at least a little normally. He’ll pick her up gently and bring her to the bathroom to get a washcloth, because she can’t handle any distance when she’s like this either.

I kind of love this visual too that maybe he sits her up in bed, scoots behind her so she can lean her back on his chest, and just gently swipes the wet rag all over her. He does it this way because he can give her his thumb like this, and she settles more as he cleans her up. She’ll still definitely flinch as he presses the cool cloth between her legs, because she’s so sensitive.

“Sorry kid,” he mumbles in her ear, “But I really made a mess on you. Just cleaning you up.”

She probably passes out on him like that, and Bill kind of just scoots as far down as he can, keeping her on his chest.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #sub tiger

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living-dead-parker · 5 years

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Day 3: Recital (12DOC)

Summary: Morgan has a school performance and she’s the star of the night. Also, Peter drops a bomb on you and more confessions are made.

Warnings: cussing maybe and mentions of baby talk, also fluff!!

Word Count: 1,4k

A/N: I suck at updating this year. Not my gif, credit goes to the owner! Also, I would die for Morgan Stark

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"Morgan, stay still, please," Pepper pleads as she attempts to get the dress on the small girl standing in front of her. Morgan giggled, shaking her head as she continues to think this is all a game. But the truth is that Pepper is ready to throw hands with this kid. Nonetheless, Pepper manages to get the red Santa Claus dress on Morgan. Along with it, some black tights and black boots. Her hair is put into pigtails and a red bow on her head. It was her teacher-approved outfit for tonight's recital.

"Mommy, why does Y/N get to wear the cute dress?" Morgan whines as you enter the little girl's bedroom.

"Because I'm not the one performing," you tell her as you take a seat on her bed. "You have a matching dress you can wear another day, M. Don't you like your dress?"

"All the other girls are wearing it."

"And?"

"I don't want to wear what all the other girls are wearing," Morgan states matter of factly. "It's a cute dress, but I don't want to have to wear it too."

"It's just for this one show," you tell her, helping Pepper get Morgan dressed for the night. Pepper gives you a thankful smile. "It'll be fun and you got the lead during Must Be Santa, so that's pretty big," you continue to tell her. Morgan shrugs, not really caring anymore at this point. There's no arguing with these people.

"Alright Morgan, daddy is gonna drop you off and we'll see you in two hours, okay sweetie?" Pepper asks her. Morgan nods, wrapping her arms around her mother.

"Break a leg, Morg."

"Break yours, you meanie!"

You giggle, remaining in your place as Pepper walks off. However, a minute later, you're turning off the lights and closing the door as you exit the room. Walking down the hall to your bedroom, you take it all in. Christmas is in 17 days and you're pretty excited about it. You're especially excited to see Morgan's reaction to her present you'll be giving her.

Everyone's surprised to hear Morgan is your sister and not your child. With how you treat her and take care of her, how she clings to you and loves to be with you, it's almost like she's your kid. In a sense, she is. You're always taking care of her, even when you don't need to. She just loves being around you and Peter. Part of you thinks it's because she has a tiny crush on Peter at the moment. Though, when she grows up, she'll look back on it grossed out when she begins to really figure out the relationship. And Peter, well, he's so sweet. He's like Morgan's best friend and vice versa. You always love watching them interact and hang around. You love walking into your room and seeing Morgan talking Peter's head off about Paw Patrol or Vampirina. He's always so kind to her and so expressive with her. They're your two favorite people, along with Tony and Pepper. Absolute top favorite, at least.

Anyway, you go back to your room, deciding to finish getting ready for the event. You'd all decided to dress up a bit to make it feel very serious and important for Morgan. Make this her event even though it's a school thing. Recitals and performances are her jam. In your room, you decide to put on some makeup and fix your hair. You're dressed in a red and green elf dress with reindeer on it and you have some peppermint print tights on underneath.

Suddenly, your bedroom door is opening and in walks Peter. He's smiling his usual cheesy smile that you love so much. He's dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater and some black jeans. "Hey Y/N/N, it's time," he calls out to you. "Everyone's heading down to the cars," he adds. You nod, standing up and heading over to him.

You hook your arm through his, following his lead down to the car garage where everybody is hopping in cars. You and Peter wind up riding with Tony and Pepper. Everyone else follows Tony to the school. Really, it's just a five-minute drive to the school, and you all could have walked. Also, there was no need for all the flowers in the car, but this is Morgan Stark. It's kind of a big deal because she's kind of a big deal. Nonetheless, when you all arrive, you all get out and walk into the elementary school as one big happy family.

Obviously to some, you're all intimidating, and to others, you're all a big deal. Literally their superheroes. So, the stares cast from every direction don't shock you. However, as people continue to stare, you begin to worry that Morgan will think that you're all stealing the spotlight from her. You all manage to take up one whole row, but there is still plenty of space for others to sit, so you don't worry.

Ten minutes later, the lights are turning off but the stage lights and the kindergarten class comes out to perform a rendition of I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas, but it was all mostly coming out as humming followed by 'pippopotums for Christmas,' which everyone found adorable.

"What if one day," Peter leans in to whisper in your ear, a giggle escaping his lips. "We pop one out?" he asks. Your eyes widen before looking over at him. "Obviously n-not now," he stammers as he takes in the sight of your expression. "In the future."

"You really want to have kids with me?" you ask him quietly, trying not to be rude. But, this is a bomb being dropped on you. All so sudden too. Children were never really a topic of discussion. Not once has either of you brought the topic up at all and it was odd to you. He was the one to bring it up and you find it endearing but terrifying all at the same time.

"I mean, yeah," he says as he shrugs softly. "I think it would be nice to have a little us running around. Maybe two or three," he says. Oh, he's in for the long run, or at least a long run. Not that you aren't, and you know kids aren't the reason a couple should have to stay together. But ideally, for you, if you're going to start a family, you want it to last your lifetime. "It's just something to think about in the future, but I really enjoy where we are now and we can cross that bridge when we get there."

Nodding, you turn to look back at the stage to see the whole kindergarten class leaving and being replaced by the first-grade classes. Morgan's is the second of the two groups to go up and in total, there are sixty kids in her group. The sound of Feliz Navidad begins playing and you can hear Morgan really belting those notes.

You giggle before pulling your phone out to take pictures of your little sister. She looks like a natural up on stage, and though it's due to her being a literal kid getting the spotlight, you think it suits her. She's a natural and begs for attention all the time. The stage is her world, even if she doesn't know it yet. She is a star.

Once the song is over, another little tune begins playing and Morgan steps forward, facing sideways to look at her peers and at the audience. Her stage presence is immaculate.

"Who's got a beard that's long and white?" she asks in a sing-songy voice. The class responds in the same singing tone and the song continues, with Morgan leading them with all the grace in the world. She gives it her own little flare and you giggle every time she does something cute. Once the song is over, the kids all bow and exit the stage. After that, only the second and third-grade classes followed. Fourth through sixth get the spring show.

All of you wait outside for Morgan and when she arrives, you all cheer for her. Every one of you gets on a knee and bows to Morgan, who just smiles and bows. She goes around collecting flowers and hugs from everyone and you even make her sign an autograph for you. Overall, you were all cheering on her performance, wanting to encourage her. It genuinely was good.

On the ride home, she tells you all about her time backstage and you listen with careful ears, thinking about how you can't wait to do this with Peter one day. It's a scary thought, but you trust Peter with your heart and your life.

"Well, I just want to say, Morgan sweetie," Tony says from the driver's seat as he drives everyone to the nearest IHOP. "You were a little flat, but overall really good."

"Then if I was good, I wasn't flat."

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