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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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thestarsanctuary · 3 years

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hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

#bnha #bnha x reader #tourettes #tourette syndrome #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader

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thebipolarbisexualnerd · 4 years

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Tarlos running into Carlos' ex on a night out

Okay so I know TK hasn’t been diagnosed with depression on the show, but that’s my theory. I’ve had really bad anxiety brain the last few days so I kind of played off of that. Hope you enjoy!!

Their last call ran late so TK was late meeting up with Carlos at their favorite bar. It was crowded as usual and TK glanced around but couldn’t see Carlos quite yet. He ordered himself mineral water after waiting at the bar longer than usual. He navigated himself away from the crowd and turned his attention to the back tables where Carlos was likely to be. Sure enough he spotted his boyfriend at a back corner table, but he wasn’t alone. There was another man standing close to Carlos, too close to be casual. TK frowned and told himself there was probably an explanation for this. An explanation that definitely explained the man’s hand on Carlos’s elbow squeezing gently.

“Hey,” TK said loud enough to be heard over the crowd and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek in greeting. Carlos smiled to see him and that helped put him at ease. The other man didn’t look as thrilled to see him. TK saw dark brown eyes looking over him with what he could swear was disapproval in them. He had no idea who this guy was, but he didn’t feel welcome.

“Hi babe,” Carlos subtly moved from the man’s grasp, but TK didn’t see any guilt in his eyes. “This is Mark, I’ve known him for years.”

An old friend, TK could deal with old friends.

“We used to be close,” Mark supplied with a smile that was meant to be charming and TK supposed it was white enough and friendly enough but it made him feel off kilter. “We were in the police academy together for a while.”

“Mark dropped out due to some health concerns,” Carlos explained with a grin to his friend. “Mark moved down to El Paso after that so we lost touch. He’s back in town for a long weekend to visit his parents.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” TK told him even though he couldn’t say he truly felt that way. Something about Mark felt off to him and it took another hour for him to realize what it was.

Mark was an ex.

Neither of them had acknowledged it, but TK could tell by the looks and the casual way they were in each other’s personal space told him they once were used to being there. It was why he felt so off being around them and like he was the third wheel. They had inside jokes together and seemed to have endless things to talk about and all of a sudden TK viewed Mark in a different light.

This guy used to be with Carlos, and it made him feel insecure in a way he wasn’t used to.

Mark seemed perfectly normal. He was drinking and laughing with Carlos and didn’t have some dark and mysterious past to negotiate with every other minute. TK had a lot of issues he struggled with each and every day and while he didn’t always tell Carlos about his ongoing battles he knew the other man could tell. TK would get quiet at random times and go off into his own head. He couldn’t touch alcohol and relax that way. He hesitated to take even Tylenol when he was in pain. He struggled sometimes to laugh and be carefree when Carlos had a night off from work. Sometimes anxiety would wrap him in a tight blanket and every time he heard sirens he felt bad not being out there to help when he had a night off. He wasn’t at all like Mark. He was hard to love and Mark seemed like he would be so, so easy. Mark’s parents were happily married after what was probably thirty years or more. Mark didn’t have abandonment issues from not one, but two women walking out of his life before he was eighteen.

What was Carlos doing with him when he could have a guy like Mark?

“You seem tired, you wanna go home?” Carlos put a gentle hand on his hip and TK was too exhausted and caught up in his thoughts to even try and pretend he wanted to stay. Carlos and Mark made plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow as well before Carlos would be back to work the rest of the weekend. TK bit his lip and tried to be fine with Carlos meeting up with an ex. He should be fine with it. Carlos was the most trustworthy guy he could think of. He had no worries of the man cheating, but he was worried that Carlos might realize he could do so much better than him.

He went to bed as soon as they got home instead of joining Carlos to watch TV the way he normally did. He was being stupid and insecure, but his mind wouldn’t let it rest. Carlos might be happier with someone else and TK was being so selfish to tie Carlos down with him. He was too damaged to deserve the kind of bright and happy love Carlos brought with him to a relationship. Tears slipped down his face as the comparisons wouldn’t stop flowing through his thoughts. He couldn’t bring himself to leave, but it was only a matter of time before Carlos found his way back to Mark, or even a new Mark, and left him behind to deal with his problems alone. He would lose Carlos because of demons he couldn’t be rid of, and he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get the opportunity to be happy.

He held his breath as Carlos came into the bedroom and buried half of his face into his pillow to hide his ridiculous tears and tried his best not to sniffle. Carlos shouldn’t have to deal with his anxiety monster tonight. He had had a great time with his friend and probably had a nice buzz from the four beers he’d had tonight. TK had no right to be a buzz kill tonight. He was a big boy and could deal with his thoughts alone.

“Carino, I know you aren’t asleep,” Carlos told him as he flicked on a lamp. A warm hand rubbed his shoulder gently. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” TK said, but he knew as soon as the word left his mouth that it wasn’t convincing. His voice was wobbly with tears and the way he stayed facing the wall was a certain tell that he wasn’t okay.

“You’ve been quiet all night. I know something’s up.” Carlos’s voice was gentle and patient, but he wasn’t giving TK an out. He still wasn’t fully used to someone pursuing him when he was upset, determined to help. He could tell Carlos, but he didn’t want to ruin his good night because of his stupid anxiety. “Come let me hold you at least. I can’t leave you crying and not hold you through it.”

TK couldn’t hold out on that offer and he slowly shifted so that he was cuddled into Carlos’s side snugly. The other man had an arm around him, rubbing his back gently as he hiccuped his way down from tears that wouldn’t stop falling from something so stupid. “I’m fine, honestly. I’m just being stupid.”

“Nothing that makes you cry is stupid,” Carlos murmurs to him with a kiss to his head. “If you tell me I can help. At least I can listen if nothing else. Don’t bottle things up, it isn’t good for you.”

“It’s seriously the stupidest thing,” TK tried to stop crying so he could start to convince Carlos he was fine. He wasn’t, but he would be when his anxiety calmed down and he got his rational mind back. “Mark is...your ex isn’t he?”

“With those deduction skills you would have made a good cop,” Carlos sounded surprised he had figured it out. “Yeah, we dated for a little bit before he moved away and we decided long distance wasn’t our thing.”

“He seems nice,” TK said slowly. Telling Carlos he seemed normal was a little weird. “He seems like he has a nice family and stuff. Very All American Boy and all that.”

“I guess he is kinda vanilla,” Carlos said with a laugh and TK sighed.

“So, is that your usual type?” TK pressed on, the anxiety fueling his questions by now.

“I don’t know if I really have a type,” Carlos said slowly and pushed him far enough away so he their eyes could meet. “You didn’t like Mark?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” TK mumbled even though the truth was yes he didn’t like Mark for being neurotypical and wholesome and so damn simple. “So, you guys had a nice and simple relationship?”

“Are you feeling insecure? Is that what this is about?” Carlos was always quick to get to the crux of a situation. He was going to make a hell of a detective one day.

“I-” TK knew insecure was the word for what he was feeling, but he couldn’t explain that he wasn’t acting like some teenager. “I don’t get why you’re with me.” Oh shit, that was much more honest than he meant to be. “Mark just seems happy and simple and you wouldn’t have to worry so much with him. I know you worry about me. I know I’m a lot to handle, too much some would say.”

“That sounds like an Alex thing to say,” Carlos said and TK would never get over the protective growl he got to his tone whenever his ex came up. “Tyler, you are never too much to handle. You are always enough for me, no matter what.”

“ “Los I can’t ever drink with you, or half the time I don’t even want to have sex because I”m caught up in stupid shit going on in my own head. I have really dark days when I don’t want to do anything but stay in bed. You can’t say I’m a bundle of fun.” TK protested all the thoughts that had haunted him laying in bed in the dark.

“TK, you have depression,” Carlos said seriously and he took TK’s hands in his own. “That isn’t going to scare me off. That isn’t something you can ever control, only learn to live with. You push through and help people even when your mind is making you feel like you’re in some dark hole. You go out there and give your all each and every day. I do worry about you, but I’m also endlessly proud of you. I never felt with Mark half of what I feel with you.”

TK blushed at the compliments and loved how Carlos effortlessly put the voice in his head to rest. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t feel like I’m enough for anyone sometimes.”

“I love you,” Carlos replied, with conviction and feeling in his voice. “You never have to doubt that. I’ve never been with anybody that could compare to you and compare to what we have.”

“I love you too,” TK melted into Carlos’s arms again and felt the strain of his shift and his whirling thoughts bear down on him. “Thank you for always being here. Thank you for always being patient with me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You need to sleep,” Carlos said wisely as he started running a hand through his hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, my love.”

In a matter of minutes TK was asleep, secure in his love once again.

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #insecure tk #they're cuties #poor tk #hope the tags work

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twomoonstwosuns · 4 years

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surprise.

pairing: pedro pascal x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, nothing explicit

word count: 2.4k

a/n: a little belated, but very obviously inspired by pedro’s birthday last week. i really hope i did this right, this is my first time posting anything i’ve written on tumblr. i really really hope you enjoy it but if you don’t please don’t be harsh. if anyone has advice or knowledge for posting on tumblr they’d like to share that would be really amazing :)

i hope everyone is staying healthy and safe and keeping their mental health in check. we’re all in this together and we’ll come out strong on the other side. my inbox is always open if anyone needs to talk :)

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“Baby, the dishes can wait ‘til the morning.”

You were at a crossroad: do the dishes now and not have to worry about anything except a lazy morning with your boyfriend, or do them in the morning and see what kind of nighttime activities you and your boyfriend could get into.

After a busy day, Pedro was all yours again.

The morning of his birthday started with making him breakfast in bed, a task you had gotten distracted from when Pedro walked into the kitchen in nothing but his briefs and pressed salacious kisses to your neck while his hands made their way underneath your pajamas. Eventually you made it back to bed with breakfast, but the sweet taste of berries as you traded kisses soon ended up with you in his lap and empty breakfast dishes falling to the floor as the bed moved.

You sent him out in the afternoon with Oscar and his wife Elvira, claiming you couldn’t join them for a late lunch because you had to do a couple of things for work. Instead you went and picked up everything you had stashed at a friend’s house for the surprise party you were throwing for Pedro; food and drinks and decorations. You had set up trays of food and non-alcoholic beverages on tables and set up two makeshift bars in your living room – one with beer and hard liquor and the other a Jack Daniels whiskey bar. You knew Pedro would get a kick out of that.

The surprise went off without a hitch. Oscar and Elvira had brought Pedro back to the apartment right on time and the look on his face at the sight of thirty of his closest friends and family showed he was completely oblivious to your plan. He found you immediately, pressing a kiss to your lips and wrapping an arm around your waist as he made his way into the apartment. He greeted everyone, thanked him or her for coming and asking how they’d been doing. And then the party really got started.

Conversation flowed, food was eaten, and a lot of alcohol was consumed. Someone had tried to get people dancing, but everyone was too caught up to care. The air was cool, as it typically was in April in New York, but that didn’t stop people from going out to the balcony to enjoy the view of the skyline on the river. You, ever the host, made your way around the party, seeing if anyone needed anything and stopping to catch up with people you hadn’t seen in awhile and people you’d seen just a few days ago.

Wherever you went, you found yourself occasionally glancing around at your boyfriend. Whether you wanted to know what he was up to or just wanted to admire him from afar, your heart swelled whenever you saw Pedro laugh. You felt his eyes on you several times throughout the evening as well, and you shot him a flirty smile whenever you caught him.

His eyes would even be on you as you stood next to him, chatting away with his friends. He would glance down at you as you stood by his side and listened intently at a story you had heard a thousand times before. He stared at you with a soft and loving smile as you and your guests sang ‘happy birthday’ to him. You smile widely in return, mouthing ‘I love you’ as he blew out his candles with a subtle wink.

He adored you. You adored him. And after having to share him for the evening with his family and friends, you were happy to finally have him all to yourself.And showing him for the third time that day just how much you adored him sounded much more appealing than cleaning.

The dishes could wait until the morning.

Pedro gently pulled your hand, bringing you forward as he walked backwards towards your bedroom. You swung the door shut behind you and were immediately pulled into Pedro’s arms. He drew you into a deep kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you for today.” He murmured as he pulled away, his lips hovering over yours close enough where you could feel the words he was saying. “Every part of it was perfect.”

“I’m glad.” You said, pulling back slightly to cup his face in your hands and looking into the sparkling brown eyes on the other side of his clear-rimmed glasses. “You deserve it.”

Pedro smiled and placed his forehead against yours for a few seconds before letting you go to get ready for bed. You both moved seamlessly around each other as you readied for bed – one brushed their teeth while the other undressed and then you switched. Domesticity was a good look for your relationship.

“You were surprised, right?” You asked, walking up to the bed. “Or did you totally know? Because you looked surprised but you’re also an actor.”

Pedro shook his head as he climbed into your shared bed, but the humorous look he gave you made you think otherwise.

“What’s that look f—did Oscar tell you?” You crossed your arms over your chest with a half smile and a scoff. “He did, didn’t he? I bet El $20 that he’d blab—“

Pedro’s laugh interrupted you.

“No, I was surprised. How did you keep it a secret?”

You shrugged with a smirk on your face.

“Very careful planning and timing. Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”

Pedro extended his arm, an open invitation for you to join him. After turning off the light you did just that, settling in next to him against the headboard, your entire right side pressed against his left, one of your bare legs draped over his clothed one, and his arm around your shoulder, neither of you quite ready to sleep.

“Do you remember when we met?” Pedro asked seemingly out of nowhere, his fingers now combing through your hair. “When you stole my coffee?”

You scoffed, but still had a smile on your face.

“You stole my coffee too,” you said, poking him in the stomach.

“But you grabbed my cup first.”

“They don’t write anything on the cups to differentiate them, how was I supposed to know it was yours until I opened it to put sugar in?” You argued playfully, lacing your fingers with his. This conversation, no matter if you were dishing it out yourselves or trying to tell people the story of how you met, always ended up with playful banter. “Also, I’m pretty sure we both grabbed the cups at the same time.”

“I still think you did it on purpose.”

“Uh huh, and why would I have done that? You know I don’t mess around when it comes to my morning coffee.”

“I don’t know but it got you to talk to me, didn’t it?”

“You flirted with me first, though.”

“That is a fact.” Pedro said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m glad you thought that was flirting.”

“I thought you were so charming. That’s why you walked out of that coffee shop with my phone number. Whatever you thought it was clearly worked because you’ve got me.”

Pedro sighed contently and you knew there was more on his mind by the way he inhaled, paused and opened his mouth, like he had something more to say. But he said nothing.

“What’s up?” You asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

“About?”

Pedro pressed a kiss to your temple and leaned his head against yours, taking a deep breath.

“My stolen coffee.” You laughed loudly and you felt Pedro move with laughter beneath you. You had seriously considered calling the coffee shop to thank them for not writing your name on the coffee cup. “And also you.”

You cuddled into his side, but a quick squeeze of your shoulder and him pulling away made you turn to look at him with a furrowed brow. You were confused; everything was lighthearted and affectionate up until now. The look on his face was almost serious, but he still looked at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. Which is why you still had a little bit of a smile across your face.

“You ok?”

Pedro ran a hand through his hair, messing it up just the way you liked it.

“I wanted to have this big speech prepared when I did this,” Pedro said, grabbing your hand, squeezing it and caressing his thumb across the back of it. “But I realized tonight, with everything you did to make my birthday special that I didn’t want to wait any longer.”

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest when you realized what was happening. Pedro reached behind him into the bedside drawer and pulled out a box. He held it in the palm of his hand and you stared at it as tears gathered in your eyes.

“I love you. So much. All of my best memories from this past year have been with you and I want a million more. You put up with my weirdness, my goofy faces, my questionable fashion choices, and my awesome dances moves—“

You let out a watery laugh and nodded in agreement. All those things were true, and you loved every single one of them. And Pedro smiled with you because he knew.

“And most of all you know all of my quirks, my habits, and my insecurities…and you still love me.” Pedro’s tone turned serious and you saw his eyes get a little glossy. You knew he struggled with insecurities like everyone else, but being an actor put people’s opinions of him in the public eye and it wasn’t always easy to avoid the comments they made. He had opened up to you about them, and you told him you loved every part of him, more for you to love for yourself.

“You’re the one I want to spend all of my birthdays with.”

Pedro opened the box and you gaped at the ring inside, a tear sliding down your cheek. A single round diamond sat centered on a thin silver band. It was simple and classic. It was you.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you said without pause like it was obvious, and it was. You looked from the ring to Pedro’s face. “A million times yes.”

A wide smile spread across his face; the one that made his eyes light up and crinkle at the edges. The smile you fell head over heels in love with. You smiled back, a happy laugh escaping your lips. Pedro wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in a tender kiss, the kind of kiss that made you feel butterflies in your stomach and left your eyes closed for a couple of seconds after he pulled away. When your eyes finally opened again, you saw Pedro looking at you with all the love and adoration in the world. You’d seen that look from him multiple times when you were together and it melted your heart every time.

He pulled you into him, halfway into his lap, a tangle of limbs where no one could tell who was who. Pedro slid the ring on your finger. A perfect fit. He kept your hand grasped in his, the both of you staring at your ring as if it weren’t real.

“I don’t—“ you murmured, shaking your head and looking up from your hand to Pedro’s eyes. Your fiancé’s eyes. You gently pushed his messy hair back from his face. “I don’t know what to say that can express how happy you make me. I love you. With all my heart. God, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. It sounds cheesy and cliché, I know, but it’s true.”

Pedro wiped the remnants of your happy tears away before pushing your own hair back behind your ear.

“But you know all the surprises were supposed to be for you today, right?”

Pedro gave you a look as he wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you suddenly onto your back, smiling at your laughter as he hovered over you, the ring box bouncing off of the bed.

“That may be, but having you as my wife and my partner and my best friend for the rest of my life is the best birthday present I could ever have. So if I needed to surprise you to do that, then so be it.”

You brought your head up to kiss Pedro, your tongue slipping into his mouth as your hands moving down his waist to bring his shirt up. He tossed it aside and brought his lips down to your stomach, placing soft kisses up to your chest as he moved your shirt up with it.

You may not have had the words to describe how happy and excited you were to be Pedro’s for the rest of your lives, but you knew exactly how you could show him. And as you removed each other’s clothes, Pedro stopping only to place a kiss on your ring finger, the band cool against his lips, you allowed one fleeting thought to pass through your mind:

You were glad you decided to ignore the dishes.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #fluff #surprise oneshot #pedro pascal fic #fanfiction

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queenb-etty · 5 years

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Never Be Alone - Z.D.J.

Hey everyone! This is for @quierick‘s 300 collaboration contest! I had the chance to work on this story with the amazing and talented @cnco-babes and I’m so glad for the opportunity!! 💕 Hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: “Take a piece of my heart and make it all your own so when we are apart, you’ll never be alone.. you’ll never be alone. When you miss me close your eyes i may be far but never gone.” - Never Be Alone | Shawn Mendes

Take a piece of my heart

And make it all your own

“Nena we’ve talked about this before” Zabdiel sighed, “You can’t come with me. You have a job here, responsibilities that you can’t just leave.” He looked genuinely concerned and annoyed at the same time, but that didn’t stop you from trying again.

“Pero Zabdiel, you don’t understand, I get lonely as hell when you leave, I can take off from my job for a bit, please Zabdiel let me go with you.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, but he was used to it already.

“Don’t use that excuse amor, I do understand I get lonely too. I’m out on the road without you my love. But we both know that you can’t come, ese es el final. Now let’s go to the airport before we are late.”

You knew that when Zabdiel ended it, to not push any further.

TIME SKIP TO THE AIRPORT

“Okay estamos aquí, listo?”

“Sí, let’s just make this quick Zab”

You and Zabdiel walk through the airport, finding the gate that the guys were supposed to meet at. It also helped that there were about a million girls screaming and yelling at the guys. Man these girls really loved them, they had so many signs and most of them were singing their songs. All I could hear was just noise and suddenly my head started to hurt and I didn’t feel so good. I was still upset that Zab wouldn’t let me go with him and these girls weren’t helping.

“Well I guess this is goodbye for now amor, te amo mucho.”

“I love you too Zabdiel...god damn it, even after all this time it still gets hard saying goodbye.”

You tried your hardest not to cry, you’ve both been through this enough times but it still was hard saying goodbye to your love.

“I know amor pero, I’ll be back before you know it okay? You know I’ll always love you.”

Zabdiel leaned in to kiss you. Kisses like this were always filled with so much passion because you both know that it would be a bit before you saw each other. You keep telling yourself that all this could’ve been avoided if he let you go but you pushed those thoughts to the back of your head and you focused on what was right in front of you.

Richard interrupted your moment, “Bro we gotta go, it’s starting to get crazy.”

“Alright give me a sec, I gotta go amor, I’ll call you when we land yea?”

“Yeah Zabdiel, that’s fine, be safe. Bye babe.”

“Bye love, oh I almost forgot here take this.”

Zabdiel pulls a bracelet out of his pocket and puts it around your left hand, it was a silver chain with blue gems and it had the letter Z as the charm. You see on his wrist he has a matching one too except it had you initial on there.

“Qué es eso?”

“This is a little piece of me in case you get lonely or you feel alone. It’s not much but I hope you like it neña.”

When he says that your heart just melts entirely right then and there. And with that Zabdiel ran off to the gate and boarded his flight while you stood there smiling like an idiot, fidgeting with the charm.

When you miss me close your eyes

I may be far but never gone

It’s been a whole week since you last saw Zabdiel at the airport, saying your teary goodbyes and watching him got on a plane. You just got home from a busy day of work and all you wanted to do was cuddle in Zabdiel’s strong arms and hear his comforting words in his soft voice. But the silence that filled your apartment made you realize he’s not there. Actually, he was on another continent and besides a long phone call you couldn’t do much more to feel him closer to you. After a heavy sigh, you decided on taking a long shower and trying to relax.

When you were in your comfy pyjamas in the soft sheets you started to message Zabdiel and saying all of the things that were on your mind. But you couldn’t push the send button. Why not? Cause you were aware of this would hurt him so much so you just deleted everything except those three words that you thought would’ve made him smile.

To Zab: I miss you❤

You didn’t have to wait for too long until your phone started to buzz and your favorite person’s name was on the screen. You answered with a huge smile on your face hoping it’d be a long time call and you could talk to him until you fall asleep.

“Hey baby” oh god, you missed his voice so much, even though you talked almost every day, and of course you missed his nicknames for you which made you feel loved by him. “How was your day?”

And with that, you went on about your shit day and ended up like how good would it be laying next to him while he caressing your back. You just couldn’t help, it just slipped out of your mouth. You shouldn’t have said anything like this cause you knew it made him feel guilty for leaving you, and you didn’t want this. Before you could start talking again, he spoke.

“I know, amor. I miss those nights so much! But in 3 weeks we gonna have a show in your city and then you come with us for a week, I can’t wait!” you could hear the excitement in his voice and it made you feel better and thinking of that day when you could see him soon.

“Bro it’s time to go..oh! Are you talking to Y/N? Wait you’re having phone sex?” you heard Chris’ voice in the background and you couldn’t hold back your laugh. You knew he was the biggest womanizer of the group and he always thought about something dirty.

“Estúpido! Get out! I’ll be there in a minute” you knew Zabdiel was angry but at the same time you heard in his words that there was a smile on his face. “Okay listen baby, I have to go to rehearsal, but I call you tomorrow, okay?” you said your goodbyes and I love you’s as you always did and he made a kissing noise so you ended the call with loud and whole-hearted laughter.

You turned the lights off with a huge smile on your face and got under the warm sheets. As you closed your eyes the most beautiful scene appeared in front of you: Zabdiel saying his first i love you today. You remembered all of his little gestures, his facial expressions. You’ve never seen him like that, he was so insecure and vulnerable you thought there was something wrong. But when he enunciated those three words clearly, your heart stopped for a moment. He believed you didn’t feel the same way because of your facial expression. Minutes after an irremovable grin showed up and his doubts faded away and kissed you passionately. Now you were all smiles again as the same indescribable feeling engulfed you and flew you away to dreamland. Sure, your relationship was hard, but it definitely was worth every second of it.

#ari's 300 contest #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 5 years

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Hi can you do 39, incantava with a happy ending please 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

It was another weekend and another Party was set at Edoardo’s house. And she couldn’t wait to see him again. It felt like days that she hadn’t seen him, but it were only a few hours. She was dancing in front of the mirror, not sure what to wear. A knock on the door and without waiting for permission her brother came in. He looked stunning, as always. His own style was so perfect for him and Eleonora adored him for being able to be just as extroverted as he was and comfortable with that.

“Honey, what are you doin’ in here? We have to go soon. Aren’t you ready yet?” And he lets his gaze went around her room. There was a huge pile of clothes laying on her bed. Filippo laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me. I don’t know what to wear. Everything looks wrong today.” and she let the sweater she was holding up in her hands sink down. She must have had a desperate look on her face, because Filippo stopped grinning and went straight to the pile of clothes, making kind of a bigger mess out of it, while he was searching for something special. After he had put everything upside down he looked up with triumph on his face. “Here, put this on.” and he gave her a piece of clothe. “Oh come on. You know I don’t wear this kind of clothes.” she said while holding up the blouse Filippo handed her. It was white and kind of tight. Normally she wore more loose fitting clothes. “Oh come on. You will look so beautiful in it! Now hurry up and get you sweet ass ready for the party!” Filippo said while leaving the room and her alone with the mirror.

The party was a complete success. People were dancing, laughing and drinking. The mood was relaxed and it seemed that everyone felt comfortable.

Edoardo stood in a corner and watched the scene with a smile. Again and again his gaze drifted to Eleonora. She stood with her friends at the temporary bar and talked. She looked gorgeous tonight. She always looked gorgeous, but today she seemed to be glowing. She had swapped her otherwise casual clothes for a tight white blouse today and Edoardo couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She looked enchanting.

Edoardo knew that her friends knew nothing about them. Eleonora didn’t want them to make their relationship public. She was afraid of how Silvia would react. Edoardo didn’t care. As long as he was the one who could hold her in his arms and fall asleep next to her in the evening, everything was fine for him to make Eleonora happy.

He had promised her that he would never hurt her, that he would do everything to see her happy.

And so he stood at the edge and watched her smiling from a distance.

Her friends dragged her onto the dance floor and she swayed gently to the music sounding from the loudspeakers. Her dark hair waved around her face as her movements became more secure. She had her eyes closed. The drink in her hand swayed insecurely, but Edoardo only had eyes for her face. She was so beautiful. A soft smile lay on her face.

Every now and then she opened her eyes and stole a look in his direction. Her green eyes seemed to shine, the smile on her lips got a little bigger every time she caught his gaze. It seemed as if she was dancing just for him.

Edoardo let his gaze glide around. On the other side of the room stood Filippo, Eleonora’s brother. So far there hasn’t been much communication between them. Edoardo watched him. He stood together with a group of boys. Fillipo was different from his sister. He was more extroverted and more eye-catching, also in his appearance. His hair was colorful and a piercing decorated his lower lip. His clothes were shrill and fancy, but it suited him. In contrast, Eleonora could be said to be a wallflower. But still she was the most beautiful woman in the whole room and the most beautiful woman Edoardo had ever seen. It wasn’t a conspicuous beauty and yet it seemed to pulsate around her. She wasn’t always busy looking if her make-up was right, if her clothes were sexy or if her hair had the right swing. He would have loved to go and dance with her, hold her in his arms and kiss those wonderful lips.

One last time he let his gaze slide over to her and tried to take in as much of her as he could. Then he pushed himself off the wall, it was time he threw himself a little into the crowd and had a conversation.

The party was over. Everybody was leaving on their own terms. Eleonora was talking to her friends and explaining, that she was going home with her brother.

“Oh come on Ele, we want to go to my place and have a nice little girls night. We can talk and I guess I have something to drink at home. It will be fun.” said Federica and Silvia had put her head on her shoulder and was looking at her with big puppy eyes. “I’m sorry. I am tired and I just want to go home and have a good sleep. I’m sorry!” She could feel Edoardo looking at her from the distance. She didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help herself. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see him smiling at her and the whole situation.

Filippo was still talking to a random guy she didn’t knew and she was glad, that he cover-up was safe.

In the end it was Eva who came to her rescue. “Okay, ladies, lets go. Leave Eleonora alone. She really looks tired. It wouldn’t be much fun with her sleeping on the couch.” and she pushed the other girls forward and leaving Eleonora, not without giving her a look which wasn’t to be misinterpreting: We are going to talk about this and you owe me! Eleonora nods her head and smiles gratefully.

After everybody else left, it were only her and Edoardo. He still was leaning against a wall and watching her. For a while they were just watching each other from a distance, before he made his way up to change the music. Soft sounds were waving through the air as he approached her and reached out a hand. “My I have this last dance?”

Without hesitation she took his hand and let him lead both of them to the middle of the room. He put one hand on her back, using not much strength to pull her closer to his body and began to slow dance to the music. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Did you have fun tonight?” a whisper beside her ear, careful not to disturb the atmosphere. “Yeah, it was a great night.” she smiled and cuddled herself even closer to his body, “but I wish we could have spent more time together, not just watching each other from a distance.”

“I must admit, I enjoyed watching you dance with your eyes closed and smiling all the time.” “Shut up.” she murmured in his shirt, grateful for the lightning so Edoardo wouldn’t see herself blushing because of his words.

He was breaking away a bit so he was able to cup her face with his hands and looked her in the eyes. “It was a pleasure to see you dancing and a torture at the same time, because all I wanted to do was to dance with you and kissing these gorgeous lips.” he said with a coarse voice, his thumb slightly touching her lips. Eleonora closed her eyes and smiled. It was remarkable what kind of an effect his touches had to her body. She felt a shiver through her whole body. Opening her eyes again there was only Edoardo she could sense. His eyes, his light smile, his scent, the short distance between their faces. Without thinking any longer she closed the distance, to finally kiss him.

After the song had ended they were still swaying in the middle of the room, holding each other close and caressing each other with soft kisses.

In the end, Edoardo lead both of them to his bedroom. “So do you want to build up a wall first?” he asked with a grin on his face. “Oh shut up!” she laughed as she pushed him away. She still was a little bit unsure what to do, Edoardo could tell. It was adorable how she looked when she was shy. She wasn’t able to look him in the eyes, but was looking around, touching his books on the shelf. “Do you want to have my jacket again to sleep in or do you like to have a t-shirt this time?” he asked, trying to be serious.

“I would be happy with a t-shirt”, she smiled, still examining the titles of the books. “Here”, Edoardo offered her a shirt with soft voice. “You can change here, I won’t look, I promise” and as he was about to turn away, she grabbed his arm. “You can watch if you want.” she said with a husky voice. He looked at her with a surprised expression. “Are you sure?”, as tempting as this prospect was, he needed to be sure, that this was what she wanted. “Yes, I am,” her voice nothing more than a whisper as she began to open the buttons of her blouse.

Edoardo wasn’t able to make a noise or move. He wasn’t even able to breath, just standing there in total awe because of the beautiful woman in front of him.

After both had changed into their nightwear they lay down and cuddled up under the blanket. Edoardo hold her tight to his chest and could feel her warm breath on his collarbone. This was all he wanted for the last year, holding the woman he adored so much safe in his arms. It was a fragile state of intimacy and it could be ruined so quickly by him, choosing the wrong words or saying something dumb and inappropriate. Sometimes he wasn’t good at those situations. But he wanted to make everything right because of her. Because she was the most precious person he knew and she deserved everything good and beautiful. So he reached over and turned out the light and after his hand found his way back to hold her tight he just whispered “My darling, you were wonderful tonight.”

#incantava #skamit #skam italia #incantava fic #skamit fic #your wish is my command #i hope you like it #myfic

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maastrash · 5 years

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Second Chances Chapter 4

Summary: For Azriel, Elain Archeron is the one that got away. He had been deeply in love with her since high school–even though she had no clue who he was. Now, 10 years later, Elain is engaged and happy. Knowing he missed his chance, Azriel tries to move on from the girl who captured his heart for so long. But, when Elain’s wedding is suddenly canceled, fate seems to finally be on his side. The world has given him a second chance, and this time he won’t mess it up.

A/N: OMG this one took me forever sorry guys!! I hope it was worth the wait enjoy :) And as always ty to the wonderfully amazing @fireheart-of-your-dreams for being my beta

PS @rhysanoodle @fireheart-of-your-dreams @highqueenofelfhame and @cassianpeia posted some lovely writing today as well (what a productive day!!) so go check it out if you haven’t seen it :)

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Elain opened her eyes and was greeted by the warmth of the shining sun, the smell of a salty ocean breeze, the sound of crashing waves, and something warm draped across her stomach. She blinked a couple times before realizing that she was right up against Azriel. Oh my God. They were cuddling. She instantly stilled, hoping he hadn’t woken up - because that would mean she would have to let go. As silently as she could, she turned to see his face. He looked so at peace when he was asleep, so calm. She smiled, adding the perfect image to memory.

Azriel tried not to move as Elain shifted to face him. Relax, he thought. Was this really happening? Was he holding Elain Archeron? The girl he’d been drawn to since he first laid eyes on her freshmen year was in his arms and not shying away from his touch. He could not believe it.

Elain sighed she could honestly stare at him all day. She was about to brush the hair from his eyes when she saw the corners of his lips twitch. “Azriel,” she whispered her cheeks heating. “Are you awake?”

Azriel slightly opened one eye giving her a guilty look. “Is it bad if I say I’ve been awake for a while?”

“Not necessarily,” she said, grinning like an idiot.

He laughed, his arm still draped across her middle. “Good morning, Elain.”

“Good Morning, Az.” She gazed into his hazel eyes, fluttering her lashes. “And thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For protecting me from the scary demons all night.” She giggled softly.

He laughed, and Elain realized she loved the sound. Loved that she was wrapped up with Azriel even if it was for an act.“We should probably be getting ready for breakfast with your family,” he whispered, interrupting her daydream.

Elain groaned, sliding closer to Azriel, burying her head into his chest and savoring his warmth. “Just a little longer?”

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Elain stood in the bathroom, adding a pop of pink to accentuate her lips and dusting on some powder to soften the lines of her face. She grinned at her reflection. Her floral dress was the perfect combination of classy and flirty. It was flowy and casual but gave the perfect view of her cleavage. Her smile grew as she thought of what Azriel would think when he saw her. Maybe he would - she blushed. Why was she trying so hard to impress Azriel?

She couldn’t deny that he was supermodel gorgeous, but that’s not why she was drawn to him. He was kind, funny, and honestly, she just felt so at ease with him. She couldn’t quite describe what was between them yet. Everything was just so complicated. It’s not that she didn’t want to be with him, but she still felt the lingering pain from her breakup. Even if she was ready, Azriel didn’t think of her that way she reassured herself. Elain took one last glance at her reflection and stepped out of the bathroom.

~~~

As Azriel looked up, he physically felt his heart skip a beat. That Gods damned dress and her makeup. She was perfect in every way, and boy was he a goner. She smiled at him, definitely noticing his lingering glance at her chest. “You ready to go?” she asked, stepping closer.

“Absolutely.”

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Elain couldn’t move. Seeing her entire family sitting at the breakfast table had her heart pounding. What if they asked her about Greyson? Worse, what if they saw right through her and Azriel?

She was about to head back to the room when Azriel gently took her hand in his. She looked up, and he gave her a reassuring smile. You can do this, his hazel eyes seemed to say. “Whenever you feel ready?” he said gently.

She squeezed his hand, took a deep breath, and stepped into the restaurant.

~~~

Elain laughed, gently leaning into Azriel. Breakfast seemed to be going off without a hitch. Azriel had won the approval of her grandparents extremely fast, and even her stone-cold father had smiled after a while. They were now talking to her aunt, who was fascinated with Azriel’s career.

“It’s been lovely talking to you.” Azriel smiled as he put an arm gently around Elain’s shoulder. “But we should be heading back up.”

“Of course, go get ready. We’re leaving for the beach in an hour!”

She gave Az an excited glance. She couldn’t believe they had survived. Everyone thought they were a real couple.

Elain was just about to high five Az when she walked straight into someone.

“El is that you?”

“Oh my gosh, Uncle Martin? I haven’t seen you all day!”

“Well, here I am!” he laughed, pulling her into a hug.

“We were just about to go get ready for the beach.”

“Well, now you got to chat with your favorite uncles,” Martin said wrapping an arm around his husband, Matthew.

Elain giggled softly “Well Uncles, this is my boyfriend, Azriel.” She said, grasping his hand gently.

“Well, isn’t he handsome as the devil.” Mathew winked.

“He sure is,” Martin drawled.

“Thank you,” Az said, his ears reddening. “But Elain is definitely the model in this relationship.”

Her blush wasn’t completely fake as she gently pushed Azriel’s chest, mumbling, “Oh, stop.”

“I can’t lie, babe,” he said, pressing a featherlight kiss to her cheek. Elain couldn’t help but think about how his lips would feel on hers. Gods, she was going to pass out.

“Aren’t you two just absolutely adorable,” Martin exclaimed.

“The cutest,” Matthew added. “And, Elain, is that a wedding ring I see?” he asked with a smirk.

Elain stopped breathing. She was all of a sudden back, stuck staring into Greyson’s cruel and warmthless eyes as he left her. Alone. “I’m so sorry, I have to go” she barely managed to get out. She ran not letting the tears fall until she got back to the room.

~~~

Azriel panted running up the stairs to get to their room as fast as he could. The elevators were taking so damn long. After Elain ran away, he explained that he hadn’t proposed and she was still wearing Greyson’s ring. Her uncles apologized profusely for causing any problems, but he was barely listening. His mind was on Elain.

He reached the door, and when he opened it, he saw her, staring at the ceiling like she used to. There were tears falling down her face, but she was silent.

He slowly made his way to the bed and sat down next to her, gently so he didn’t disturb her.

She looked up, giving him a watery smile.

“I’m so sorry if I ruined this, Az,” she sighed. “I can’t take it off. Why am I so weak?”

He shook his head softly. “Elain, you are one of the strongest people I know. The ring is not a sign of weakness. And I would never force you to take it off for our act. You're not ready, and that’s not weak.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you,” he said, wiping away her tears.

“Then why can’t I move on, even though I want to so bad?” She asked, her voice utterly defeated.

“Elain, did I ever tell you how I got these scars?” he asked raising his hands slightly.

She shook her head slowly as she sat up to lean against the headboard. Of course, she had noticed his scarred hands, but she had never wanted to ask about what happened.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but when we were in high school, Cassian and I were actually living with Rhysand and his family.”

It made sense, Elain thought. They were always together.

“My mom and dad were never married. She was actually my father’s mistress. He obviously didn’t want his wife to know, so he wasn’t really in my life. Unfortunately, my mom had a lot of responsibility, and alcohol became her stress reliever. It got to the point where people began noticing. I was taken from my mom to live with my father, his wife, and 2 sons. I was hated instantly. I could never leave my room except for school. And I could only visit my mom once a week.”

Elain was shocked. Her life hadn’t been easy, but Azriel - his life had been a nightmare.

“The only thing that got me through the day was sketching. I loved drawing portraits, abstract, everything. I always hid my work so I wouldn't get caught, but one night I was careless. My half brothers caught me. They dragged me outside and burned my art. They also burned my hands so I wouldn't be able to draw anymore. The scars would have been a lot worse had a neighbor not come out and helped me. I - ” Azriel took a shaky breath.

Elain took his hand in hers and gently rubbed soothing circles, waiting for him to continue.

“I was put into foster care as a sophomore and luckily got placed with a lovely family, Rhys’s. Although my hands healed, I was so ashamed. I wore gloves to hide the mangled flesh, and I never sketched anymore. I may have never started again if it wasn't for Rhysand’s mom. She told me that I may feel insecure sometimes, but if I stopped being myself and doing what I loved, I let them win. Letting go of what they did and moving on is how I would beat them. I know that Greyson hurt you and taking off the ring would almost be like leaving behind a part of your heart. Trust me, I understand. I used the gloves to hide what they did to me because I was ashamed, but by overcoming the embarrassment, I finally cut them out of my life. I let go of the lingering pain and shame they tried to cut me down with. I let it all go and trust me, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It took a lot of time and support from my friends. I know one day, you’ll be ready to do the same. And when you are, I will be here for you.”

Elain brought his hand - the hand of a survivor - to her face and gently placed a kiss on the scarred skin. A tear fell down her cheek as she thought of all the Azriel had endured and overcome. He gently wiped her eyes, smiling softly. She sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, thinking of how lucky she was that he had come on this trip. “We should probably get ready to go,” she whispered, breaking the silence.

“Just a few more moments.”

Elain didn’t protest.

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Being Pregnant with Neal's Baby Would Include...

Between Mozzie, June, El, and Neal himself, you are the most pampered woman in the world.

You knew as soon as you told everyone that you would have a support system to reckon with, but you hadn’t expected this. Neal, you’d predicted – he was cautious but enthusiastic, engaging and yet calm. Everyone else, however, was going above and beyond your expectations.

The Burkes didn’t have any babies they’d had to buy things for, so Elizabeth didn’t have anything to pass on to you, be it advice or stories or references, but she more than made up for it in careful, knowledgeable planning. (You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised – she is an event planner.) She makes sure that you get to every single doctor’s appointment and get all your prenatal care. When you were at three months, she sat you down and the two of you started a list of things you’d need for your baby.

Once, when Neal had been undercover, you had had a minor scare – you’d feinted. Luckily, you’d been with Elizabeth at the time, helping her select caterers for a fundraiser. She woke you up easily, but then insisted on dragging you to the hospital. You couldn’t get in touch with Neal (later you found out his cover had been blown and the suspect destroyed his phone), but El went as far as lying to the nurses and claimed she was your sister, just so she could stay with you in the emergency room.

June claims she started out like any other woman on the planet, but you have your doubts she didn’t hide wings under those thick fur coats. She was a godsend. She had the stories and advice El lacked, and she even offered a tiny little fedora that you knew Neal would go nuts over as soon as he saw. (You kept it hidden and were waiting to surprise him with it.)

Finally, though you knew Mozzie had always been skeptical that Neal would ever be able to ‘settle down,’ he was one of the most supportive of all. He always brought you movies and ice cream, and if you were alone, he’d keep you company as long as you asked. He even stopped drinking while he was with you, just because he didn’t want you to feel left out. He almost single-handedly supplied all of the toys and stuffed friends your baby would ever want, and he made you a CD of classical music, determined that any offspring of Neal’s would know how to recognize the subtle differences between Vivaldi, Bach, and Mozart.

Mozzie is the godfather. No debate.

“We have to meet a family law attorney,” you told Neal, presenting your case meaningfully. “We’re not married. You have a criminal record. We need to make sure that if anything happens to me, you get to keep full custody.”

“I’ve already asked around,” Neal told you, standing up and frowning slightly. He reached for you and held you to him, drifting a hand lower to slowly rub his thumb over the rounding of your stomach. “We’ll be alright. I’m not going back to prison. No more cons, not with my family to think about.”

You had been worrying about this for a long time, and even though Neal was making promises you truly hoped he would be able to keep, you had other concerns. “And what if something happens to both of us?” You questioned. “I want someone I trust taking care of my son or daughter, not some random people in a foster home.”

“Well, obviously, Mini-You isn’t going to be in foster care.” Mozzie bristled. He’d been on the couch listening, drinking non-alcoholic cider. “Baby will come to the godfather.”

Godfather? You and Neal both raised your eyebrows, asking each other the same question. Did you decide on godparents? You hadn’t even had that discussion yet. You hadn’t even decided whether or not you would name any godparents. You shook your head. Neal cocked his head at Mozzie inquisitively.

Mozzie saw the whole exchange with an indignantly-opened mouth. “Me, of course!” He huffed. “I’m the godfather!”

You looked back up to Neal, attorneys and worst-case-scenarios all but forgotten in the back of your mind. “This one’s your responsibility,” you vowed, pointing at Moz over his shoulder. Neal groaned quietly and dropped his head onto your shoulder.

Neal would be excited to teach your child about art, and would actually design the nursery himself.

About half of the nights when you woke up before your alarm, you were alone in bed. The first few times, this worried you, but lately, you know exactly where to look.

You go straight to the room that you’ve decided will be the nursery. It’s only one door down from the bedroom you share with Neal. Although it’s spacious, it’s also small for a bedroom, which means it’s a good size for a human so small they can fit in your arms. The light is already on, and there’s a phone filtering slightly-tinny Sinatra music.

You lean yourself against the doorway and bite your lip, taking in the beautiful sight before you. Your lover, in only his sweatpants, standing on a stepstool over a painter’s tarp, duct tape over the wall’s trim, a charcoal pencil in his hand as he darkens the outlines of a long mural that he’s designing to wrap around the entire room. To your tiny baby, it’s going to seem like he or she is sleeping in Paris. For many reasons, you’ve decided that – at least for the time being – you’re going to raise your child in New York, where you both have safety and friends, but you know Neal will miss being able to travel at a moment’s notice, and you think it’s incredible that he’s choosing to share his favorite city with his kid in this way.

“It’s amazing,” you compliment, your voice kind of low and interrupted with a yawn. You rub at your eyes, blinking away sleep, and look around. Soon, he’ll start on painting, mixing and creating his own palette, and you’ll have to be very careful when you enter this room because his supplies will be all over.

Neal turns to look at you over his shoulder, his back flexing gracefully. He picks up his phone and turns it off. “Sorry,” he apologizes needlessly, concern written over his face. “Was that too loud?”

“No,” you promise. “I just got lonely.”

He started to smile wanly. “Five more minutes, and I’ll be back, okay?”

You nodded, fighting back yet another yawn. “I’m getting a snack first,” you mumbled, stepping over the tarps to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Because I think we both know you’re going to be here for at least another twenty.”

Sometimes, Neal would be really worried about being a father, especially since his was such a disappointment. You have to remind him that he’s a better man than his dad ever was.

You were fortunate enough to not have parents that traumatized you for life. You were also fortunate enough that neither of your parents had hidden important facts from you that changed how you viewed the world and sent you reeling into an identity crisis. It was easy to forget sometimes that Neal was not so fortunate, and it always made your heart hurt when you were reminded of it – especially when it manifested in his attitude towards your pregnancy.

“Hey,” you said, calling for his attention, tugging on his sleeve. “You’ve been looking forward to the ultrasound for weeks. How come you’re upset now?”

Neal halfheartedly fixed his tie on his business-casual shirt and sat down on the sofa. You kept standing, playing with the hem of your long sweater.

“I mean,” you continued, trying to lighten the mood a little. It felt too serious and too sad for a day that was supposed to be so good. “I know I’m upset, but I had to buy an entire wardrobe to accommodate for the fact that there’s a person growing in my abdomen. You don’t seem to be having the same problem.”

Neal looked up at you and chuckled dryly. “No,” he agreed smiling slightly. “I’m really not.” His smile, as temporary as it was, faded. “Just… why are we doing this?” He looked up at you, his eyes open and honest, and more insecure than you had ever seen. Only the knowledge that you had to let him speak kept you from swooping down and cuddling him until that look went away. He turned his eyes to his hands nervously. “No one would exactly say I’m parent material, and after my father-“

You cut him off right there, understanding what he wouldn’t directly say. “Neal, your father was a bastard,” you flatly stated, sitting down beside him and taking his hand. You threaded your fingers together. “And if he tries to come anywhere near our kid, I’m going to take out a restraining order.”

Neal nodded his fervent agreement, but he still seemed skeptical.

“Look,” you tried, exhaling slowly. “You won’t do anything to hurt either of us. Whether you’re Neal or Nick or Victor – or Danny,” you added a little more softly, and saw him look at you very quickly. You averted your eyes. You didn’t talk about Danny Brooks any more than you absolutely had to, but this… this felt necessary. “I know that you’re going to do the best you can for your family. Your dad, he didn’t care about you any more than he could use you. You love me. I know you love this baby.” You brought your clasped hands up and kissed the back of his. “That’s the difference.”

You have the craziest mood swings. It scares Peter.

You can go from crying to laughing to feeling mean and snappy and then to feeling like the lowest person on earth, all in a small window of ten minutes, and it’s happened.

It wasn’t a big deal, really. You were just having dinner with Neal, Peter, and Elizabeth when Peter mentioned their case. He said that it was being passed to Violent Crimes, and it made you suddenly realize that some of the suspects Neal got close to were mean and vicious and would kill to protect themselves from the law. And, just like that, you were scared, terrified that he might not come home.

And you started sobbing over your shrimp scampi, leaning back and crying into your hands with abandon.

El, bless her, seemed to understand instantly what the problem was. She stood up, motioned for Neal to come with her, and led you from the dinner table and into the living room, where she sat you down next to Neal on the couch and then took the loveseat for herself. El promised you that everything was fine, and Neal showed you he was safe and talked to you about all the precautions they took to make sure he wasn’t hurt, and he hugged you tight while El made a joke about how no one would dare take Neal away from you, because hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman who has to make an unplanned trip to the hospital for anything other than her water breaking.

So you started giggling, because suddenly that was the funnies thing you’d heard in the entire month.

Peter came back in. You could see he was relieved that you’d stopped crying, and for about thirty seconds, you had fully planned to apologize for ruining dinner and for worrying him, but then he made a near-fatal mistake.

“We’re okay now?” He checked, holding his hands up in surrender. “I can never tell. Sometimes it’s a minefield with girls.”

The laughter gave way to anger as you glared at Peter, seriously contemplating taking his own gun and shooting him with it. How dare he stereotype you? How dare he act like your emotions were unreasonable? You’d like to see him nourish and grow a baby in his nonexistent uterus and see how he handled it!

“Peter!” El and Neal synchronously exclaimed, Neal shocked and Elizabeth agitated.

Peter was taken into the kitchen, scolded by his wife, and sent to walk the dog. You could overhear them, though, and heard that he was trying to explain he only meant that he was uncomfortable when women cried. He didn’t know what to do to help, because often his attempts at comforting only made things worse.

So you felt completely terrible for going off on him.

That dinner was kind of a failure, but it ended with Neal stroking your hair and reminding you that he loved you, and swearing up and down that you were not a bad person for being mad at Peter, so all things considered, it could’ve gone a lot worse.

Neal would just be so excited. It would be completely adorable.

Neal took all of the parenting classes twice as seriously as you did. You understood the basics and you knew that you could learn, with each other’s help, as you needed to. You clearly had to be educated and prepared, but you didn’t see the point in stressing about everything when you still had a few months to go. Stress was bad for the baby. You got a real kick out of Neal trying to convince you to practice Lamaze, and, unbeknownst to him, so did El, who saw the entire secret recording.

One of your favorite parts of being pregnant was undoubtedly right before you went to sleep every night. Neal made a point to go to bed with you, even if you both knew he would have to get up after you were unconscious to finish what he was working on. He would make sure you were comfortable and then curl in around you protectively, kissing your forehead. You would talk casually for a few minutes about whatever you wanted, and the whole time, he would be moving his hand in circles over your tummy, waiting to feel for the little kicks. At some point, he would talk directly at your child and kiss your swollen stomach until you giggled and started playfully complaining. Almost every night, he would sing to you both, because he was thrilled by the idea of his baby recognizing his voice.

You had no doubts that Neal was going to be an excellent father, and you were happy to be able to give him the family that he’d had in the back of his mind for so many years. Mostly, you couldn’t wait until your little ventures into the nursery to watch him paint the murals would turn into quiet visitations to your little one, where you might see Neal kneeling by the crib and reading, or cradling your child in his arms and walking around the room.

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Pick-up Marriage - Ch. 3 Sanvers love - Supercorp fanfic

Summary: And after Lena... Maggie proposes! Sort of.

Chapter Three (Bonus): Sanvers love

Everyone is at Kara’s for a special edition of a movie night. Special because, while normally only Kara, Lena, Alex and Maggie participate, tonight the boys have joined in and so has Lucy. Also special because it’s going to be a challenge, they’re going to keep watching movies until only one of them is still awake. That’s also the one who wins the challenge.

Kara is sure she can win, Alex has already bet against her with Maggie. Lena is aware that she won’t win if Kara cuddles her on the couch and she doesn’t care enough about victory to push her wife – she still can’t believe she gets to call her that – away. James is confident and Winn has already given up. Lucy promises to give James a run for his money, both of them ignoring Kara as she claims she’ll kick their sleepy asses. Mon El just keeps asking what the movies are about.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the window and Clark waves from mid-air. Kara breaks into a huge smile and goes to greet her cousin. Everyone gets a round of hugs before Clark settles on the couch between Lucy and James.

At that point Winn bets Superman is going to win and Kara fights for Supergirl’s honour. Clark stops them laughing and assuring Winn that he won’t last long at all, he’s normally one of the firsts to fall asleep during move nights. Kara smiles at having her point proved and goes back to cuddling Lena.

In the end, Clark is indeed the first to fall asleep, followed shortly by Winn. Kara doesn’t resist much longer, but she manages to beat Mon El as he gets knocked out the challenge because of Lena’s alien booze that makes him fall asleep in the middle of the third movie. After Kara, James soon follows, despite his claims that he could last at the very least for four movies. Lucy and Lena start to doze off about at the same time, which leaves Alex and Maggie to choose the next movie.

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“Hey, babe, did you know the average person falls in love seven times before marriage?”

Alex looks up from the fridge, where she’s looking for another beer, disappointed at finding none. “What?”

“Baby, you’re my lucky seven”.

Alex is barely awake at this point and Maggie surely isn’t making much sense. She frowns at first, then she shrugs it off blaming it on the alcohol and searches for something else to drink.

It turns out Maggie and Alex are the ones to last for a fourth movie. Clark and James fell asleep on one another, Winn dozed off on Mon El shoulder and the boy from Daxam followed after having two or three glasses too much of whatever expensive and clearly alien liquor Lena supplied. Kara is fast asleep cuddled up with her wife, who also has her eyes closed, and Lucy is snoring softly on her side of the couch.

After making sure Lucy was asleep too, Maggie declared victory for the Sanvers but Alex upheld the rules and reminded her that only one can win. Maggie called her lame and warned her she just kicked herself out of competition because there was no way Maggie would fall asleep first.

“Come on, I’m cute, you’re cute, our wedding cake would be so cute”, Maggie reasons with a smirk.

At that Alex stops her research and turns around. “What?” she repeats. “What are you saying, Sawyer?”

Maggie shrugs, “You’re my lucky seven”.

“Are you...” Alex points a finger at her, palm up and expression confused. She frowns in that cute way that makes Maggie want to kiss every wrinkle that forms on her forehead and between her eyes. Alex then shakes her head and looks down at what she’s doing, trying to unscrew one of Lena’s bottles of wine.

“Plus,” Maggie stands and approaches her on the other side of the counter. She fishes a hand in her pocket and takes something out, but Alex is too taken by the nasty bottle to notice. “This ring would look pretty on your finger”.

Alex’s head shoots up and she puts her hands on the counter to steady herself as she takes in the little black box.

Maggie opens it slowly and reveals a beautiful and simple ring, much like Lena thought for Kara, she too considered Alex would be better off with a ring that wouldn’t hurt in case she had to fight with it on.

“So, as the seasoned lesbian here, I thought I should have been the one to propose?” she starts a bit insecurely.

“I mean, I could have left it to you, you would have done a much better job, now we’d probably be somewhere romantic and you’d be down on your knee and all of that. But I can only imagine how many people you would have stressed out to get there”, she jokes. “Lena totally freaked out, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have been much different” she smiles softly at her girlfriend.

“Anyway, Danvers. You see, the fact is pretty simple. I love you. A lot. And I think we make a pretty gay team. Also, I think I would very much like spending a life with you.”

She gives Alex her dimpled smile and the redhead feels herself melt, her hands are close to her chest and she’s looking at Maggie with her head cocked slightly to the side, waiting.

Maggie takes the box back into her hand and starts to slowly make her way around the counter.

“Last time I had a life changing revelation that made me gather up enough courage to ask you to be my girlfriend. This time I have none, so I guess no romantic crap, sorry babe. But I did watch your sister become the happiest woman in the world, I did watch the two of them go through something I’ve never considered important and actually make a damn wonder out of it. So I kinda think we should get something like that too.”

She’s in front of Alex now.

“But we’re not them. And… Well, point is, I know that neither of us gives a shit about marriage. I know you probably wouldn’t even like having to plan a wedding. So, here’s the deal. We’re not going to get married, not in the traditional sense, we’re going to have an alien union ritual. I have this friend – don’t worry he’s a male – who told me about their mating ritual and I think, if we adapt it, it could be kinda perfect for us.”

Maggie’s pacing in the little space behind the counter, looking up to Alex from time to time. Alex seems to still be processing what Maggie’s saying, what she actually just asked her.

“Basically, the couples on their planet take off for a journey around the world. Literally. It’s meant to be both a challenge and a bonding experience, as well as a chance to spend time alone away from the families. It kinda makes sense for them as their planet is not exactly easy to travel through, but also not as big as Earth. But I thought of something. We could take a leave for a while and travel across the world on a motorbike.”

She takes a break and adds, “Except, you know, to cross oceans and stuff”.

She starts pacing again, “And then there’s some more to the ritual, and it’s cute and fluffy, but also kind of bad ass, and I think you’d quite like-”

She is cut off when Alex forcefully takes her face in her hands and kisses her. “Just ask properly already, Sawyer”.

Maggie breaks into a huge smile, retrieves the box she left on the counter when she started pacing, and gets down on one knee.

“Alex Danvers, you are the most beautiful and smart nerd I’ve ever met. I totally love your bad ass attitude and your cute pining whenever I get out of bed too early for your liking. I love your over dramatic reaction to the sunlight peeking through the curtains when it’s almost midday but you still think it’s very rude of the sun to wake you up. I love the way your eyes light up in the morning – despite it being morning – when you find me making you breakfast. I love the way you care about people, the way you love your family with your whole heart, the way you’d do anything for those you hold dear, the fierce way you love your sister. And most of all, I love the way you love me.

“I love the multitude of ways you remind me you love me: when your eyes keep finding me in the room full of people, with the way you just take that little step closer to me whenever there are other people around, how you even surrender your beer to me!” they both chuckle here as Maggie’s eyes widen humorously.

“Long story short, I’m kinda hopelessly in love with you, Alex.” she says eventually, when the soft laugh has subsided.

She shrugs, “So, will you alternatively marry me?”

Alex is torn between laughing and crying and she ends up doing both as she says “Yes, I’ll alternatively marry you, dork”.

Maggie smiles brightly at her and slips the ring on her finger.

Lena fights hard not to laugh as she listens to the sweet and very cute exchange. Her eyes might be close, but she’s not asleep yet. She smiles softly as she learns the news before falling asleep with her face nuzzled against Kara’s neck.

“What about the last name? Should we take one last name?”

“What about Sanvers?” Maggie suggests with a wink.

Alex laughs, “What even is that?”

Maggie shrugs, “Our two last names together? It’s cute”.

Alex makes a face.

“Come on, it’s kinda cute”.

Alex frowns at her and shakes her head.

“Admit it, Danvers, it’s cute. Like us. We’re cute. We should have a cute last name”.

Maggie starts tickling Alex until the redhead gives in, “Okay, okay, it’s cute! Stop it!”

Just before falling asleep, Alex whispers, “We’re not changing our names into Sanvers”.

Maggie laughs and lulls her to sleep, effectively winning the challenge and the girl.

A/N: I’m writing fanfics all day right now... I don’t think that’s healthy.

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primary-colors-squad · 7 years

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The Fam™

So, this is our first original post on this blog. It’s an introduction to relationships between the Voltron squad and our OC’s Celeste and Willow Sobek. This ties directly into our Crossover Fanfiction we’ll hopefully be writing out soon when we get our shit together.

And without further ado, my kids.

Celeste:

Allura

Original Space Mom and Space Mom v.2

Spaceship baddies

Are pretty af but will kill you

Celeste is fond of her, as she is with everyone on the ship, but isn’t for the Princess shit

Years of Jaeger piloting has taught her that maybe a warrior is more her style

But, if she’s in the mood to be pampered (or if Willow wishes for a ‘girls night’) she will go to Allura first to get that girly love

After that is Lance but that’s more of a party than gossip and hair braiding, sh don’t tell Allura

Coran

???

Celeste thinks he’s hilarious

Designated Space Uncle

She enjoys all his stories because they remind her fondly of how her father used to tell boot camp and Jaeger glory days tales

That and he so exuberant it’s hard to ignore him

She finds him interesting in the ‘hey you’re an alien, but you’re so human it hits home??’ sort of way

Lowkey reminds her of Willow because of his high intelligence, loyalty, and seriousness when necessary that collides with his overall fantastic attitude and the way he can blurt out the weirdest shit ever in a matter of seconds

Hunk

BESTIES

Food besties

Bond over their love of food and fierce loyalty

ALSO LET’S NOT FORGET ENGINEERING BUBBIES AAAA

Both of them may seem a bit on the dimmer side due to their physical appearances, but these two can pull apart and reassemble a ship (or a Jaeger) in a matter of seconds while telling you exactly what was wrong, what part and tool they need/are using, and what they’re doing to fix it

Literally friend goals

They will spend hours figuring out how to cook from the alien stuff Coran provides them with and will experiment to the point everyone kind of steers clear of the kitchen when they’re going past because they have no idea what the hell they are doing in there

Snack breaks are essential

Cuddles are 11/10 always 100% expected and needed during snack breaks or hanging out

Can sit in silence for hours and not be bored of each other

Personal pillows for each other or portable furnaces, usually both

Often found asleep on each other

If you can’t find one, they’re probably with the other somewhere

They share nearly everything, every insecurity, every problem, every nightmare, everything

Hunk is one of the few people to ever see Celeste cry

Keith

Oh god where to begin

First, Keith is the only person she has ever let dominate her.

One time, she made him extremely jealous and he literally fucked her into the mattress. After that, she was much more open to the idea of being sub.

Keith is the only person who’s ever asked her why she has such sad eyes.

He had thought that Celeste was truthfully unbothered by her situation. Like Allura, Celeste never let her emotions show through. She chose to internalize it and act like it wasn’t there. She laughed and cracked jokes, but sometimes when Keith would look at her, he could see the pain in her eyes, and he realized that Celeste may have been a goddess, but she was also painfully human. He never let her get away with “I’m fine’s” or “I’m just tired’s” because he knew better. Though she never cried in front of him, she did open up about her family and her nightmares.

She even eventually told him about the man she loved, despite their sexual/romantic relationship. He had been hurt, but tried really hard to get past it because he simply had too strong of feelings for her.

If it got her in his bed, he did it. After all, she was still extremely dominant, so she exercised this “control” everywhere but in the bedroom.

Keith is extremely possessive, but know’s how not to be a shithead. He’s long since accepted that Celeste will do as she pleases and nobody (but Willow) can tell her otherwise.

When Keith first laid eyes on Celeste, his only thought was “Goddamn” and nothing else. It must have been the sight of her crawling out of a smoking Jaeger in a skintight suit of armor (that he later learned was called a Drivesuit.)

Get’s frustrated by her lack of shyness (he loves seeing girls blush), but discovers that the one way to get her to blush is have her ride his face. Though she loves being on top, she feels that she’s too heavy and that she’ll crush him.

He convinced her that she was not too heavy, but she still hesitates when he asks.

Both are extremely witty and sarcastic. When they to are together, nobody is spared. Lance usually takes the brunt of the roasts, but occasionally they go after Shiro because annoyed Shiro is best Shiro.

Celeste weighs more than Keith and has more muscle, but he’s faster. Both are brutal fighters, and both are equally terrifying. Once, when fighting Galra soldiers, one actually ran from them in fear after watching them absolutely eviscerate one of his comrades.

Both love they swords and literally will gut you in one swipe if fucked with.

Both are sinners but when they sleep, they cling to each other as if they were going to be torn apart. Morning showers are routine because they wake up drenched in each others sweat. It’s gross af but they can’t help it. They’re both hot-blooded.

IMPULSIVE FUCKING DICKHEADS CAN I GET AN AMEN

Celeste calls him Billy Ray Cyrus because of the mullet. He hates it and in return calls her fishface.

Lance

Both flirt to annoy one another but are basically siblings.

Lance broke down once, relating to her on missing their family. He feels as though he’s not important to the team. So, her being other space mom, she sings to him and plays with his hair and realizes that he’s still just a baby and gains a newfound respect for how strong he and all of the Paladin’s are.

P.s. she sang You are My Sunshine because honestly, Lance is a little baby sunshine and a blessing.

Celeste dubbed him the “annoying gremlin” of the team and nearly died having to explain what a gremlin was to the two very confused Alteans.

Can be found playfighting, but Celeste denies it because she’s “too old for that shit”. Lance is always offended when she says this, but alas, the fighting still goes on.

They are the hispanic children of the team.

When Celeste and Willow first arrived, Lance had come down to find them at the table casually eating breakfast. When he asked who they were and where they came from, Willow explained their situation, but Celeste, attempting to be a little shit, said “Somos el puto pez que cayó del cielo, estúpido muchacho de culo”, which translates to “We are the the fucking fish who fell from the sky, stupid ass boy.” Lance, being Cuban, understood what she had said and called her out on it, much to her surprise. Since then, the two would communicate in mostly spanish.

During their play fights, Spanish curses could be heard from throughout the castle, frequently “Idiota” from Lance and “pinche pendejo” from Celeste.

At first, Celeste couldn’t stand the kid because he wouldn’t stop hitting on her, but after he got used to her, (and she played him for Keith’s attention), he opened up and started to act like regular!lLance around her. She gave in, finally laughing at his stupid jokes and antics, hence the sibling attitude and play fighting.

Pidge

Celeste will only call Pidge “Pudge” because it annoys her.

Celeste pulled Lance aside one day and carefully instructed him that if and when her and Willow made it back home, Lance would have to continue to call her Pudge. There wasn’t a specific reasoning, but she never wanted the small child to forget her.

In retaliation, Pidge calls Celeste “Cilantro”. Lance had jumped on the bandwagon and tried to call her Carnitas, but Celeste threatened him with death if he ever called her that again. When Pidge had asked why she got so mad, Celeste had to explain that Carnitas translates to “little meats” and was basically pork cooked in lard or oil.

Pidge lowkey hated Celeste because she thought that she was just a dumb brute (harsh), but when the girls had brought them to see the inside of ‘Cuda and Celeste began to explain the mechanics behind her, and the AI etc, she realized that Celeste was much smarter than she looked.

Celeste walked in on Pidge mid breakdown about her father and brother, and despite her lashing out and begging for her to leave, Celeste simply wouldn’t. When Pidge (reluctantly) let her sit beside her, Celeste coaxed her to tell what was wrong. She shared her story, telling Pidge how she had lost her mother and father. She didn’t know if it was her story or the soft way that she spoke to the young girl, but she found herself cradling the her as she cried. They both vowed to not tell anyone, but since then, Pidge has looked up to Celeste as a big sister.

When the girls returned home, Pidge was crushed because Willow and Celeste had filled the void in her heart that had formed when she lost Matt. It was almost like she had had him back.

Shiro

Actual Space Parents ™

Celeste is more of a mother figure than Allura could ever be, no shade just truth. She’s better with people and much less condescending. Even if she’s hurt, she will always listen to the other side of the story. When Keith was found to have Galra blood, she still loved and treated him the same because he had protected her and everyone else on the team with such fervor and fierce loyalty. There was no question that he was on their side, at least not to Celeste.

Both consult each other before Allura (usually) when making decisions. Celeste may not be a total nerd but her leadership skills are A1 and Shiro always goes to her for a second opinion.

These two are extremely close, not in a sibling way or a best friend way, or a romantic way (she ain’t willow tho he daddy ™ ), they just are. It’s difficult to explain, but they both are headstrong, natural born leaders. They’re prepared to do what it takes to protect their team. Self sacrifice isn’t even a question if it would save the lives of one another or the team.

Both are secretly silly as hell but hide it well unless they’re with someone who they trust. One time, they had an argument over what he should name his Galra arm.

“Name it Herbert.” “What?” “No, name it…. Pepe.” “What the hell is ‘Pepe’?” “Oh God.”

Lance and Willow lost their shit and never let Shiro live it down, despite his claims that he had “bigger things to worry about than memes.” He also grumpily claimed that it was because he was imprisoned by the Galra for a year and got increasingly irritated when neither of the three would take him seriously.

Willow:

Allura

Honestly?? Willow is intimidated by her

Willow doesn’t understand how someone can be so strong even after losing everything

She really respects it

She’s jealous of the fact that Allura can so effortlessly hide what weakness she may have

She enjoys Allura’s presence, it’s soft, but sometimes Allura’s need for command and attention irks her

It don’t make sense because Willow has no problem with Celeste’s or Shiro’s authority ??

One time she started gabbing in Gaelic (a bad habit she’d had since childhood) Allura - without missing a beat - started rambling back in ancient Altean and Willow thinks that was the closest she’s ever been to Allura

Coran

Again SPACE UNCLE

He reminds her of her Grandma and her father, with all the boot camp stories and such, much like Celeste

Willow likes to remind him that she comes from a family of ‘warriors’ and that her Grandmother could so easily kick his ass just because he always talks about meeting her Grandma

Hugs

Coran is one of the few fellow touchy-feely persons in the Castle, so more often than not, if they achieve something together, they hug and cheer

Coran is incredibly interested in Gaelic and is trying to get Willow to teach him some

He just doesn’t recognize he’s terrible at learning other languages

Hunk

Like with her sister, Willow and Hunk are cuddle buddies

Willow will often share little things from she and Celeste’s childhood (especially dishes that their mother made) and will find out Hunk tried to make it

Her basic reaction is !!!!

She may or may not kiss his cheek and hug him because he’s such a fucking cutie

She’s almost cried twice because of how kind Hunk is

The other hugger on the ship so they’re constantly hugging and being affectionate

The Squishies

Keith

They don’t really talk, both aren’t able to read the other well besides what’s on the surface and know that a whole untreated ocean is underneath.

They leave well enough alone

They respect each other, high five after missions, all that friendly shit

Lowkey awkward cuties

Mostly connected by Celeste, so they know they have at least one thing in common

Willow is still loyal and protective to him, as is he

Training buddies

Keith hates when she beats his ass but it’s making him better so he can’t complain that much

His complaining increases if Lance is present during their training sessions

Just like Lance, he both hates and loves her

Dabbing, for example, since Lance refused to let Willow explain it to him

Which is a thing he loves, if he doesn’t understand something, then Willow is sure to explain it to him with as little judgement as possible

But also conspiracy theories, oh my god it is the way to this boys heart so of course he’s gonna like it when Willow makes a bad bigfoot joke

Lance

M E M E T E A M

Literally their entire relationship is essentially finger guns, sunglasses, and depression memes

Before I get into the funny shit; they share insecurities and often run to each other when they need reassurance because they are terrified of telling anyone else about their internalized problems

Literally have seen each other cry so many times

Love and protect each other almost like siblings

They’ve almost entirely wired themselves to calm down in the presence of the other tbh

Weepy cuddles and depression naps

Okay, back to our regularly scheduled meme program -

First off, Lance is probably partially deaf; the one time Lance wasn’t fully paying attention to what Willow was saying, he misinterpreted ‘Shiro’ as something along the lines of ‘Shirp’

His reaction basically being “Willow, wouldn’t it make sense to say ‘shrimp’ like everyone else? I mean what is wrong with you Irish??”

He didn’t understand why Willow started laughing so hard until she could finally breath again and explained to him what was going on

After the initial embarrassment of his stupidity was gone, Willow made him promise one thing….

Shiro is forever and always going to be named Shrimp now

Don’t tell Shiro

Dabbing

They started doing it ironically but now they can’t stop

It really bothers Keith so Lance just,,, eggs Willow on to the point both of them look ridiculous

Don’t get me started on the Yeet thing …. These two

Lance did it first, Willow swears on her life

Lance showed her it because ‘she wasn’t meme cultured’ properly and it just kind of,,, spiraled

They were being funny one day, exchanging puns and inside jokes, when Willow - being the meme loving shit that she is - proceeded to try and make Lance laugh by throwing her (plastic, it was important it wasn’t metal or glass or Coran and Hunk would be on her ass about it) cup after she had drank all of the liquid inside and yelled “THIS BINCH EMPTY! Y E E T!”

She did manage to get a barking, almost crying laugh from Lance, until they both realized that she had thrown the cup right in Shiro’s face and hit him square in the nose

If it would’ve been later in she and Shiro’s relationship, Willow would laughed and said something along the lines of ‘get wrecked’ but this was still when she was mildly intimidated by him and thought of him as only her commanding officer

It took a three second silence before both she and Lance were out the fucking door in a full r u n

“Shiro, ground her, she was the one to throw it.” “Lance.”

Pidge

SCIENCE TWINS

Lit just bond over their love of technology and general fuckery

Willow bonds with her because, honestly, Pidge is the closest she will ever get to a little sister, she has always been the little sister, but with Pidge, she has someone to pass her womanly knowledge of the world onto

Pidge is the same way, she loves that Celeste and Willow have taken her under their collective and metaphorical wings

Pidge enjoys the fact that Willow loves the quiet of the working mind as much as she does

Most of the time (if Willow isn’t working on Cuda as well) Willow will sit with Pidge in the lab and knitt as Pidge does her smarty thing

Willow loves carrying her around

Pidge would be salty about it with anyone else but Willow is so soft and smells close to home and asks first, so she lets Willow give her piggyback rides and carry her around on her shoulders so Pidge can reach all those high places without dangerous climbs

Willow is highkey president of the ‘protect the smol green bean’ club

Don’t matter if Pidge is a little badass, Willow will still smoother her

Pidge secretly loves it

Shiro

I don’t even know where to start

Literally that awkward, positively pure couple that everyone knows will happen eventually

It’s vv hard to hide the fact that there’s something there from the squad

Especially Lance and Celeste with these two

Keith is oblivious, but as soon as Celeste figured it out, he happened to know to

The info spreads like wildfire tbh

Pidge pokes fun at Willow about it aLL the damn time and Hunk makes it his mission to get them alone as much as possible

Celeste is really good at talking to and reading her sister, so it’s not hard to get Willow to finally admit it under great duress

Lance finds it wonderful to drop little comments and ideas on Shiro he thinks it’s fun to watch Shiro’s ears go red

But every pure couple has to have angst

Cough cough Chuck Hansen

Of course a girl like that would have someone at home waiting for her

But… It was really easy for Shiro to figure out that she could be so much happier, in a much healthier situation that isn’t sending her into fits of guilt and panic because of what Chuck says to her

And it’s not easy to convince Willow she deserves better

When Chuck told Willow she couldn’t be close to the Paladins, she listened, avoiding everyone unless necessary

Lasted like a day before she was back to talking to Shiro and cuddling up to Lance once again for comfort

She just stopped telling Chuck excitedly about her new friends, which everyone would see was hurting her more than ever

Shiro and Celeste were really the ones to set Willow into the motions of letting go

To make a long story really short, Shiro has a firm resentment of Chuck even though he’s never met him face to face and that Willow likes tea when she’s upset like him and was more than happy to share a cup of her favorite tea with him, no matter if she only had a limited supply or not

Surprisingly, vulnerability is their bread and butter

Vulnerability allows for the falling of walls, and with every vulnerable moment shared, the more walls are crashed down on both sides

For a quick and easy example besides from the one above; Sendak

Willow is a natural nurturer (both an advantage and a fault) so she was at Shiro’s side and understood every boundary, every panicked look, every need for silence

Shiro’s panic with Sendak was their door opener, the first sledgehammer against walls of emotional hurt that they decided to wade through together

These two, like, never sleep (literally my nightmare kids) so they’re often spending those sleepless nights in each other company

Lots of tea and books and blankets are shared between them if they end up in the longue

Willow found a room made entirely out of glass (Allura scolds them if she finds them in the control room late at night looking at the stars instead of sleeping guys wtf) and sometimes she’s already there when Shiro wakes up from nightmares

They just kind of lay down next to each other, sometimes they don’t talk at all, other times they don’t shut up

It’s their bonding time

Totally haven’t been found asleep in the lounge in blanket forts cuddled up to each other

And definitely haven’t held hands when they’re in their ‘star room’

And of course they haven’t kissed at all at four in the morning when both of them are half dead but struggling to keep awake for the other

Just omg

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