#and i usually don't make toes up socks (i think i made a pair just once?) so it's really interesting
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i joined an advent calendar knit along (ravelry pattern page) and it's really making life more bearable right now
#honestly i'm working to much lately and i'm always tired#i can't wait for some time off at christmas#having a few rows to knit in the evening when i arrive home is just making everything better#and i usually don't make toes up socks (i think i made a pair just once?) so it's really interesting#knitting#knitblr
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How to make a sock packer
This is the quick and easy method I use to make a realistically-sized sock packer. It seems like a lot of the baby transmascs out there making sock packers make them very large and often disproportioned. Or with complicated recipes involving tape and pantyhose. Which is totally fine if that's what you want. But if I may be so bold as to present my method, here it is:
1. Start with a pair of socks that have some length above the ankle.
They can be any size, but you might need to adjust your folding and scrunching technique for larger or smaller socks to achieve a similar end result. I like this pair of beige dress socks that I own bc they're a good size and roughly match my skin tone.
(if you can't read the ruler, it's about ten inches from the toe to the top of the sock)
2. First we make the phallus. Take one sock and roll it up, starting at the toe.
When you reach the heel, there will be a bit of 'extra' fabric. I usually fold this back to form a sort of "head" for the phallus, but it doesn't really make a difference. You can roll right past it.
3. Now fold the top of the sock back over the roll to secure it.
Since my socks are ~3 inches wide, the phallus is about 3 inches long. Flaccid dicks come in a range of sizes, with an average length of about 3.5 inches. For me, three inches feels perfect.
4. It's ballsack time. Get your second sock.
To make the first ball, roll and scrunch the sock starting at the toe. Work your way up the sock, adding fabric to the scrunched ball until you like the size (or have used roughly 1/3 of your sock). My ball sizes are based on vibes. Real testicles are on average roughly 1 inch in diameter and oval-shaped.
5. Twist the sock once and fold it inside out, so that the scrunched ball is inside the sock.
This helps secure the ball and keep it separate from ball #2.
6. Twist and fold inside out again, to secure the first ball.
I find that doing this again keeps the ball more secure and defined. But if you're short on fabric, you can skip this step. At the end of this step, you should have a "right side out" sock with a ball in the toe.
The photo shows the twist I made before folding inside out.
7. Scrunch/roll more sock to make a second ball.
I usually have to do this step a couple times, going back to adjust the size of ball 1 so that it matches ball 2. It's normal for balls to appear uneven, so don't fret if they aren't perfectly identical. It will look fine in the sack. Make sure to keep enough sock left over for the next step.
8. Twist and fold the sock inside out again, so that both balls are inside.
Congratulations, now you have a ballsack.
9. Put the dick and balls together.
There are several ways to achieve this. My preferred method is to actually slide the base of the phallus sock into the "sack" of balls sock. I think this creates a realistic shape against my body when packing because of how the base of the phallus sits on top of the balls.
Other methods include: safety pin the base of the phallus to the ballsack, put both the ballsack and the phallus inside of a third sock, or just leave them separate and pack them in a pouch.
10. Congratulations on your penis.
You can secure it to your underwear with a safety pin, pack it in briefs or a pouch, and even hook it through an o-ring if you safety pin the shaft and balls together.
Here is the sock packer compared with an Axolom Fusion Mini silicone soft packer.
Some tips:
The length of the phallus will come from the width of the sock, the girth will come from the length of the sock. You can adjust the length/girth ratio by rolling the phallus at a slight angle, so it spirals out - making it longer and thinner. You can daisy-chain multiple socks to get more fabric. Experiment with folding socks in different ways to achieve different rolls.
The details of this method are very malleable and depend on what socks you have to work with. I've done versions where each ball is it's own ankle sock stuffed into another sock that is the sack. Or where one sock is split in half to make two balls, then put inside a second sock to act as the sack.
Experiment a little and see what works for you. Learn how changing a factor effects the result so that you have maximum agency of your sock-packing creations. Favorite penis-making socks in the wash? No biggie, you know how to do this with any pair. Get science-y. Gender is fun.
The tighter you roll everything and the better you secure it, the more it will hold it's shape in your pants. I actually think it's a pro that socks are so squishy because this packer will conform to whatever is going on with my pants. But if you wear it long enough and move around enough, you might find that it just becomes a lump of sock in your pants. Good thing it's easy to re-shape :)
For euphoria purposes, it is also possible to make a "hard" sock packer that looks pretty good in underwear. But I won't provide a tutorial for that. Use the skills you learn from practice and design your own. Have fun with it.
I still use sock packers even though I have a nice silicone one because they are so light, discreet, and customizable. Perfect option for people who are still questioning, who are closeted, or otherwise just can't get/don't want a silicone packer. We all got socks.
I don't typically pack in public, but I will throw this pair of socks in my bag if I'm going on a trip. This way, I can make a packer quick to kill dysphoria if I need to, but there's no dick rolling around in my suitcase for other people to stumble on.
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What do you think about this art??
What covers tsukasa's mouth ?? 👇👇
Tsukasa is simply wearing a black face mask! I wonder why ... ? secrets under there ... ? I think there are secrets under there
what I think about this art is
porno girl hentai girl tsukasa girl in a porno porno girl slut girl slut tsukasa porno girl tsukasa
but you probably don't want to hear about that ....
I will try to control myself (?)
MAHOU SHOUJO NENE!
lots to unpack here I hope we get. More art of this AU so we can understand Any of it.
It appears as if Tsuchigomori and Yako are kind of power-granting mascots ala the usual for magical girls ? Tsuchigomori is the same colorscheme as Amane's tsueshiro …. purple and red? So… I guess they are in some way … involved … ? The Tsueshiro not being green/red is killing me. It's never changed colors before. It's changed shape (and only in Valentine's event I believe, where the boys are specifically some sort of heart/love demons...), but ....
It is interesting Amane + Tsukasa are paired, and Amane is more or less on the side of the Broadcast Club...? Maybe incidentally, but eh you know ... Bad Guys Side....
Amane is definitely simply The Bad Guy like he typically is in AUs, so charming of him... it feels like Tsukasa giddily stans him and watches him strut his stuff .... ♥
Amane is once again wearing a collar. Why? It's killing me. He wears a collar in Valentine's event, too… please … Amane… what are you trying to represent? In the Ryokan event, AmaTsu wear matching collars, too, though of course, Amane was wearing his first, being a cat …
the symbolism of this … ? the potential ..... shrivels me to dust. I can barely think about it ....
I have no idea what the boys are meant to be, I will leave it up to someone smarter to sus it out ... my first guess was jiāngshī ?? because of the hat ??? being ghosts, and being possible as a result of suicide, and well, Amane's been a vampire and other ghouls, it feels 'on par' with what he becomes in AUs ... but that's a very ignorant guess, doesn't at all touch on the horns or jewels, which I don't recognize ... they could just be ... something made up ....or a bug I don't know about ... i don't know ... ! Ignorance ... Ignorance me....
but ugh, it is making me think about the boys as corpses in different conditions, which I would love... if Tsukasa's facemask was hiding more gruesome mutilation, or something. I love when Tsukasa is visibly more messed up than Amane ... ♥ it's kinda how I feel it 'is' in canon deep down ... and in things like Ghost Hotel, Tsukasa might be missing some fingers ... would really love a Tsukasa with some permanent, frozen-in-time-of-death wounds courtesy of Amane... ♥
Unfortunately though Nene-chan herself is not very interesting to me here visually x''''l me and Aida-sensei have such different tastes WRT magical girl attire ... I don't like any of this look, beyond the asymmetrical socks ... I simply hope Amane manipulates her into feeling like a hero while actually enabling his own destructive plans, just like in canon. Make her destroy some sacred jewels or something....
The uh, Teen School AU with the magic also has a magical girl element and THAT Nene-chan looks so atrocious to me, absolutely the worst look, hate it toe to tip, im SO sorry Aida-sensei ... your idea of 'magical girl' is just so x''''''l no... I hope more art happens so I can see.... normal girl Nene-chan in this AU.... I mean Teen School has such a Bad magical Nene-chan but I LOOOOOOOVE NORMAL CHEERLEADER NENE-CHAN IN THAT AU!!!!! so mnngh h... please ... the twins are so hot I want a hot Nene-chan for them.....
every time Teru/Kou are just cops in AUs it is Funny. Yeah. I need to make a compilation sometime of every AU they just translate into, detectives, or, cops. All these STUPID MINAMOTO ARE . here to ARREST EVERYONE . here to PROFILE!!!!! GOD. so direct with AUs. we just make Amane some sort of monster villain, and the Minamoto cops.
I feel Nothing about Shijima Mei being here I'm sorry girl. Mitsuba I'm also sorry girl I, there's just this major slut happening on the other side of the picture I can't think about anything else. Not sorry to Sakura though she looks like a beautiful unicorn :) thats so nice ... I do have a little room to think about that :D
and lastly. A... AidaIro sensei is this ... is this you?
it's absolutely not black canyon or white inferno who are gray and white respectively .... I .... ?
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Prompt for Eddie who catches a cold and you go take care of him. He's not used to anyone looking after him when he's not feeling well so he gets a little shy/uncertain about it until you finally get him to relax
awe this is so cute, i love it. thank you for the request! :)
rated: PG (mainly just cute fluff except for slight pervy-ness, all in good nature, just mentioning ass)
maybe it was the cold medicine or the withdrawals of not smoking for 24 hours, but all eddie knew was he was sick and hated every minute of it. he laid in bed, staring at his ceiling with nothing on his mind, too fatigued to even make his way to the living room. he had almost lulled himself back to sleep until he heard your voice.
"eddie?" you rang, using the spare key he showed you under his mat as you stepped in, finding the quietness a clear indicator that your man was not his usual self. before he could answer, a cough abrupted from him, giving you guidance to where he was. setting the soup you made into the microwave, you made your way to his door and the sight made your heart clench, seeing your usual boisterous man now pale with dark under eyes.
"hi honey, i brought you some soup and some VHSs tapes" you cooed, setting your purse on his dresser before walking to his bedside, running a hand through his curly mane. he smiled softly as he turned his face to your plush hip, setting a kiss there while lost for words. while he appreciated your care, he felt embarrassed, usually being the one to take care of you. he wasn't used to anyone being there for him in this way, especially a girl.
"have you eaten today?" you asked, tucking his hair as he shook his head, rubbing the sleep from his eye. you tisked, standing as he groaned, making a grabby hand. you made your way out to the main hall, allowing him to see your ass peeking from your shorts. he gave a low whistle as you turned around, "you're such a perv, even when you're sick."
you entered with a steaming bowl, making him sit up, stretching to reveal his tattooed chest. you eyed him up as you handed it to him, "oh and i'm the perv? eyeing up a sick man in his time of need?" he smirked as you rolled your eyes, kissing his head as he dug into your meal. he didn't get homemade meals often, only on special occasions. still, here he was with his favorite person as you grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks from your purse. walking to the end of the bed, sliding the socks on his feet as he wiggled his toes to your disgust, "don't make me stop being nice to you."
comfortable silence filled the room as he finished more of his meal, your hand stroking his back lovingly. he never let people think he was weak, he didn't necessarily like to, but he enjoyed this with you. part of him wished you never came over to avoid the dent in his pride, but he sank into your touch, enjoying the way you cared for him. even as you both moved to lay down, you pulled him into your chest and hugged him, a foreign feeling of safety in the hands of someone else.
"you don't have to stay, ya know?" he whispered, despite not wanting you to leave, but guilt washed over him far quicker than rationale. you pulled his head back, forcing him to look at you with tired eyes, your eyes were filled with kindness as you kissed his nose.
"i know." you said, pulling him closer as he smiled, hugging your waist tightly, giving your ass a quick slap, making you giggle, "go to bed you perv."
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson oneshot#eddie stranger things#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson fic
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15 for Reggie ship of your choice?
Reggie is more surprised than anyone to be invited to Carrie Wilson's holiday party. But there's an invitation with his name on it in Carrie's distinctive pink scrawl waiting in his locker, so he figures it's not a prank.
Thankfully the band is also invited, and when he asks Julie about it, she shrugs saying that she and Carrie were on friendly enough terms now, so she wasn't going to snub the invite. They gather together and put on some nicer clothes, all festive colours and fun holiday themed socks. Reggie loves the adorable Santa Grogu socks that Flynn found him, and is delighted to find out that they came in a three pack, with Flynn winking that he might just get the other two pairs come Christmas.
They arrive at the Wilson's Malibu mansion, absolutely bedecked with lights just as the party is supposed to start. An actual butler opens the door, even if his bowtie is red and green plaid instead of the usual black. They follow the sound of the music, and find the party in full swing.
The Dirty Candi girls are milling around with the lacrosse team, some of the cheerleaders leading a holiday themed karaoke in the corner. There's tables of food and drinks, and the whole house looks like Christmas exploded on it. Reggie honestly feels kind of lame in his nicer red flannel with his tin of cookies clutched in his hands.
Carrie flounced over to them, greeting them all, then stops when Reggie thrusts the tin at her, avoiding her gaze as he blushes. "My MeeMaw said you should always bring the hostess a gift for parties. It's just some shortbreads and sugar cookies."
"My favourites!" Carrie exclaimed, and Reggie heard the faint tinkle of bells, finally turning to look at her and he had to stop. Because Carrie Wilson, one of the most fashionable people he knows (never telling Flynn he thinks that, by the way) is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.
It is a bright vibrant green, and covered in pom-poms and bells in the shape of a tree. Her skirt is a cheery red colour and lined with golden tinsel and falls just above her knees, leading down to her candy cane striped socks and honest to goodness pointed toe elf shoes.
Carrie notices him eyeing her outfit and gives a little twirl, her bells ringing as she does. "Don't you just love my outfit?"
"It's very uh, festive," Reggie replies.
"I'm bummed I didn't wear my sweater just like that one," Luke snickers, earning him an elbow to the side from Julie. The group exchange pleasantries for a bit before going to get some snacks (Julie, Luke, and Flynn), or to the dance floor (Alex and Willie), leaving Reggie alone with Carrie.
"Were... were we supposed to wear ugly sweaters?" Reggie asks.
"Nah, I just wanted to," Carrie replied. "It's the one time of the year I can get away with wearing something so deranged and not get judged about it. Plus it's kind of fun making music wherever I go."
"You do that anyways," Reggie said. "You're always humming under your breath in class, coming up with your next hit song. Or singing along quietly as you go through the halls."
Carrie looks at him then, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. "I didn't think anyone noticed."
"I tend to notice a lot about you," Reggie admitted. "You try to appear really aloof, but I dunno, I think you have a soft side. The outfit kind of proves it."
"What else does it prove?" Carrie asked, a smile gracing her features.
"Well, you definitely have a whimsical side, and I don't know if you made it, or you designed it, but I bet you did, you're so creative. It's you. A little musical, a little goofy, and very over the top. But... you do look good in it."
Carrie took a step closer, running a gentle finger from his collar bone to the pocket of his flannel. "You look good too."
"I look like I always do though?" Reggie said, confused. Carrie smiled even wider and Reggie bit his lip as he blushed, realizing what she meant. "You wanna go eat the cookies I brought and then maybe dance?"
"Sounds good," Carrie replied. "I know the best spot too, come on." She dragged them towards the kitchen, out of view. And if she caught Reggie under the mistletoe there, well he didn't mind one bit about the pit stop. Nor did he mind that they spent more time there than on the dance floor.
All he cared about was the taste of Carrie mixed with the flavour of his cookies, and the way her laughter echoed the bells on her sweater whenever they embraced.
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"Oops, too late." (28)
And can it be a Titanic era Garcy (bc omg that other Titanic/Carpathia drabble is so good, and I'm a sucker for Garcy/Titanic) 😊 Thank you
28. "Oops, too late."
Lucy can barely focus for the rest of the Carpathia's voyage to New York. Once they get there, and thank God Rufus is there too, with the Lifeboat and a terrified expression that doesn't ease until he has all three of them in sight, in a bear hug, and then another hug just in case, they climb in and head home to 2020, back to Mason-Carlin Industries and Denise and Jiya. Then they have to explain that yes, they did survive the goddamn Titanic, but it was terrifyingly close for a while there, and they're still not entirely sure what happened with Iris and Valkyrie. Jiya is clinging to Rufus like she isn't planning on letting him out of her sight for a good long time. All things considered, Lucy can't blame her. Especially after Connor.
And yet, the usual logistical and technical details of the mission fade into white noise. Lucy knows that it's important, that this might be a turning point of unparalleled scale, but her attention remains decidedly elsewhere. Once Denise finally lets them go, with the admonition to get some rest and please will they try not to do that again, Lucy hardly waits until the others are out of sight before she runs up to Flynn. "Garcia, do you -- do you want to come home with me?"
It's clear in an instant what she's asking, and Flynn stares at her, gobsmacked. God bless his stupid heart -- they kiss like the world is ending, have barely let each other out of sight for the last week, and yet he's still surprised that she might want to go all the way. "Lucy," he says, blinking. "Are you -- are you sure -- ?"
"Yes. Yes." Lucy has thought this over a thousand times, all her doubts and fears and hesitations, her determination not to get romantically mixed up with another member of the team, her insistence that she can't let herself be distracted before the job is done -- but she has done her waiting, and she can't do it anymore. "If you don't want to, of course, then you don't have to, but -- "
"No," Flynn says, half to himself and then louder. "No. I want to."
They drive across San Francisco to Lucy's house, pull up in the driveway, and barely make it inside before they're kissing, in frantic, ferocious gulps like the icy water might still be able to steal the other away from them. Flynn lifts her up effortlessly, and Lucy wraps her legs around his waist, fisting his hair in both hands, dragging his head down to hers with wild, unrelenting strength. They stagger up the stairs toward her bedroom, shedding clothes as they go, until Flynn looks down at himself and realizes in apparent horror that he is only wearing a pair of old-time undergarments. "Lucy," he starts, breathless and heaving, lips wet and bruised with her teeth. "Lucy, I don't know if this is entirely -- shouldn't we -- I don't -- think?"
"Oops. Too late." Lucy toes off her socks, one and then the other, and feels a shiver of gooseflesh travel down her body, cold and shivering as she stands there, fully undressed, under his eyes. He looks like a man in a dream, in a spell, in a depthless enchantment, a worshiper in the temple of the goddess, staring at her silent and unbelievingly. "Come on, Garcia," she whispers. "I need you."
A shudder travels down Flynn's body, from his head to his toes. (Because this man is so obnoxiously tall, it has a long way to go.) For a final instant he stands there, paralyzed, not sure whether he can finally take what he has wanted for so long. But then at last, the thrall breaks. He crosses the bedroom floor in two strides, lifts her up as if she is made of glass, and sets her down atop the covers with utmost care. "All right, Lucy," he whispers back to her, and Lucy arches toward him, desperate, at so long last, to make their two halves, their two pieces of Plato's torn-apart soul, into one. "All right."
[fic prompts]
#lucy x flynn#garcy#garcy ff#timeless s4#fic prompts#i know what the people want okay#battleshipgarcy#ask
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Relax!
At first I wanna say THANK YOU for the many likes an reblogs I got for “Hands on”! and “Hands off!” This means so much to me and I’m very grateful!
This is the third Imagine starring Inspector Henry Cavill. You can read the first part Hands off! here and the second part Hands on! here. Part 4 Get off! can be found here
Part 5 Long Slow Kisses is here
I hope you’re going to like “Relax!” too. Please let me know what you think.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: Pure smut, PWP, 18 + only, NSFW, Sex, oral sex, bad language, unprotected sex, half public sex / sexual actions (somehow...),
Unbeta’ed! English is not my mother tongue...so please be lenient with me.
I found the pictures for the collage on pinterest. If I violate any copyright, please let me know and I’m going to remove the picture(s).
tags: @hell1129-blog @inlovewithhisblueeyes @wolvesandhoundshowltogether
Now let’s go!
Imagine
After a night of hot sex Inspector Henry Cavill has finally taken you out on your first date. You have dinner in a fancy but cosy restaurant and afterwards you visit a very cool retro style piano bar. You're both in a sexy mood and things escalate quickly.
"You have to stop this, y/n" Henry said with a desperate frown.
"Stop what?" she asked, smiling innocently.
"You know what." Henry whispered.
"This?" she looked him in the eyes, slowly running her naked foot along his inner thigh under the table. Her toe rubbed his dick gently through his jeans when she reached his crotch. He was rock hard.
"Yes, this." Henry said with a muffled moan.
"Why? You seem to enjoy it." She was an innocent angel above the table but a devil underneath. Her foot was lightly pressing against his boner now, stroking him slowly.
"This is called torture. It's illegal."
"I don't think so, Darling. Relax." She moved her foot in circling motions with a big grin on her face.
"Y/n..." The sound escaping from his mouth was something between a moan and a growl, vibrating through the air, making her pussy throb instantly. She dug her teeth into her lower lip, looking him deep in the eyes, her foot still on his dick, hidden under the linen tablecloth.
"Am I in trouble, Inspector?" She batted her lashes.
He smirked, running his tongue over his lips, looking at her like a hunter at the prey. Before he could give her an answer the waiter interrupted their little flirtatious game, placing a beer in front of Henry and a Vodka Lemon in front of her.
She was just about to continue teasing him, when she suddenly felt his foot in her crotch. He had slipped off his sneakers and was now stroking her between her legs, the woolen fabric of his sock rubbing against her silken panties gently and rough at the same time. When his toe met her clit it sent shivers down her spine.
"Ooohhhh." She couldn't help but moan. "God, Henry...you have to stop."
He looked at her, cocking his head, a satisfied grin on his attractive face.
"Really? Why? You seem to enjoy it." The lewdless, dripping from his voice, in combination with the sly smile he was giving her turned her on way too much.
He moved his food in tiny circles all over her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and she was quite sure his sock was too.
"I do. It feels great." she admitted which caused him to increase the pressure on her delicate body parts and her to sigh with pleasure.
He looked at her and it was obvious that he was horny as hell. And so was she.
"Babe...if you don't stop now, I'm going to come right here." she whispered out of breath, closing her eyes for a moment.
"That's exactly what I want." Henry's voice was rough and deeper than usual, his tone beyond sexy.
The ringing of his phone startled both of them, destroying the moment. He took away his foot and looked at the display. "Fuck. It's Wendy. Sorry, but I have to answer this." he said smiling apologetically.
"Sure. I'll go visit the lady's room in the meantime" She got up, straightening her clothes, taking a deep breath to compose herself.
When she was on her way back to their table a few minutes later, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her arm. She turned around and saw Henry standing in the dark of a long corridor that led away from the hallway which connected the restrooms and the bar. Before she was able to speak a word he pulled her close to him to kiss her feverishly. They took some steps back and disappeared into the shadows of a dark corner behind a massive pillar where they continued to make out hungrily. Henry started to kiss her neckline while his hands pulled up her dress, sliding underneath the smooth fabric, caressing her breasts. She wore no bra. He let out a long moan when y/n started stroking his dick through his trousers.
"Fuck....I want you. Now." he whispered in her ear.
"Here? We're gonna get arrested if someone catches us red-handed." She started fumbling with his belt, desperate to open it. Desperate to touch his cock.
Henry took a look around.
"Come with me." he took her by the hand, leading her into a room that turned out to be a small storage room, filled with shelves.
They started kissing like crazy again as soon as the door was closed behind them. Y/ n finally managed to open his belt and the buttons of his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and touched his rock hard dick.
Henry groaned loudly, grabbing her by the ass, lifting her up just to carry her across the room, putting her down on a table that was placed in a corner.
"Henry...what if someone walks in on us." She was out of breath, her voice raspy.
"I locked the door."
"The waiter is gonna miss us. He might think we left without paying."
"We left our stuff at the table.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax, Baby."
Looking her in the eyes with a smirk, he kneeled down.
Her dress was wrapped up around her waist and he had a perfect view on the pearl white satin panties that covered her sweet pussy.
"You're soaking wet." He whispered.
"Yes. All for you." She looked down at him, placing her hands on his head, running her nails over his scalp.
To her big surprise he suddenly ripped off her underwear with one quick motion, tearing it apart effortlessly.
"Sorry…" he smirked.
"Fuck...Babe..." She gasped, throwing her head back in anticipation.
"God...I love your cunt. Waiting for me... so pretty and tight. Dripping for me...so needy and horny. Can't wait to taste you."
He buried his head between her legs and licked her pussy eagerly, running his tongue through her folds several times, enjoying the taste of her juices. When he started to kiss and suck her clit she let out a deep sigh.
"Henry...fuck...."
He grabbed her by her ass, pulling her closer, driving his tongue deep into her hole now. The way he licked and sucked on her got her close to the edge quickly.
He moved his mouth to her clit again, working his magic there while fingering her wet pussy, stroking her g-spot which made her cum hard almost instantly. She cried his name out loud, convulsing with pleasure, shaking and moaning through her orgasm.
Henry rose to his feet, shoving down his jeans and boxers. His erection pressed against his belly, his dick was shining with precum.
He didn't speak a word but the look on his face said it all. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to come inside of her. He looked like a hungry predator which was a great turn on for y/n. She moved a little closer to the edge of the table, spreading her legs obscenely wide, presenting him her throbbing cunt.
"Fuck me, Henry. Fuck me hard."
He didn't need another invitation. He stepped forward, pressing his dick onto her entrance, thrusting in without a warning.
She gasped when she suddenly felt him inside of her, stretching her pussy to the max. He fucked her fiercely, not holding anything back, thrusting hard and deep. His lustful sighs turned into loud, aroused moans soon. His eyes were closed, his head bent back, his mouth half opened. The sheer sight of his passion, his arousal, turned y/n on in a way she'd never experienced before. In combination with the way he fucked her, rough and reckless, just like she had told him to, it soon led to her second orgasm, that was even more intense than the first one. She shrieked and moaned so loudy when she came again, Henry placed his hand over her mouth to shush her. That was the moment he came too. Throwing his head back, he let out a long, deep grunt, moaning her name, his dick balls-deep in her pussy. He took her in his arms afterwards, hugging her tightly, kissing her neck.
"That was exciting." he mumbled, still a little out of breath.
"Yes, absolutely. I never knew that I'd like that kind of thrill." she said.
Henry chuckled, pulling out of her to get dressed. "Me neither. But I could get used to it."
"Oh yes." she agreed getting up from the table with a smirk. She straightened her dress before picking up the remains of her panties from the ground. "I think I'll have to walk out of here without underwear, your cum dripping out of my vagina." She didn't seem too happy about it.
"Are you okay with that?"
"Honestly? Not really. My inner slut has the tendency to disappear post-coital as fast as she appears when I'm turned on."
"I like your inner slut. She's hot as fuck." Henry grinned and gave her a wink before he placed a very sensual, tender kiss on her lips. "But it's not a problem, Darling. You go to the restrooms to freshen up your... lady's parts...and I go pay the bill and get our stuff. Meet me at my car in ten, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan, Inspector." she said, hugging him relieved.
Later that evening they were cuddling on his couch, Henry dressed in his pajamas, y/n wearing one of his Def Leppard band shirts, watching "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring", both of them feeling very, very relaxed.
#Henry Cavill fandom#henry cavill#henry cavill smut#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill x reader#smut#cavillry
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sweatpants//spencer reid
genre: fluff
warnings: nothing really. sad spencer for about two seconds.
word count: 2.7k
i have plenty more one shots on my wattpad so let me know if any of you want to see more of this type of writing :) make sure to reblog and comment :))
i fell in love with spencer reid the moment i met him. i fell in love with absolutely everything about him. his smile lit up the little bookstore as his glasses drifted further and further down his nose, and his hair hung over his forehead in messy, unbrushed curls. from the first time we locked eyes after he got a book down from the top shelf for me, i envisioned our whole future together.
we saw each other casually after our first meeting despite how badly i wanted more. we quickly realized that we frequented the little bookstore at the same time on saturdays and we just began to "accidentally" run into each other over and over at the same exact day and time. of course, i made sure to be there every saturday for the next three months just for the chance of seeing him.
i finally got the balls to ask him out after the fifth month of these meetups. he seems surprised and he blushed, then tugged on his tie to loosen it around his neck. he accepted quickly and we went bowling the next week. we were both horrible and eventually asked to put the bumpers up because the amount of gutter balls we were throwing were astronomical. but that "first" date was the first time i noticed something very important about spencer reid.
he wears a variation of the same outfit every single day, no matter what he's doing.
sweater vests, button ups, slacks, ties, and converse. sometimes a cardigan. these items get mixed and matched everyday and sometimes don't match, but the chaos of his outfit colors just suits him. and it suits his penchant for wearing mismatched socks. but i continued to realize more and more about his wardrobe as we spent more time together.
if we went out: slacks, button up, tie, converse.
if we had dinner at his apartment: slacks, button up, sweater vest, tie, converse.
if we cuddle on the couch: pajamas.
there's no in-between with him and it took me a while to decide if i loved this or thought it was odd. i landed somewhere in the middle. he would sometimes start to squirm in the middle of dinner and go to change into pajamas to be more comfortable.
i never commented on this because i knew he liked the way he dressed and i didn't want him to think i hated it. he's already an insecure person, despite me loving him with my whole heart and soul, and i'd feel so horrible if i added onto that. so i would sit through the squirming and the tie-tugging and the quick unlacing of shoes after a long day of converse wearing. i grinned and gave him lots of kisses because i love him regardless of his fashion choices. or lack there of.
but spencer continues to grow and thankfully, i grow with him. i start a new job and spencer continues to thrive at the bau. i move into his apartment and he decides that this is the perfect time for a change. a new haircut. super short on the sides and long on the top. i nearly keeled when i saw how utterly handsome he was with his new haircut. i jumped his bones immediately.
but the sweater vests and same brown cardigan didn't quite hit the spot anymore. i would find spencer standing in front of the mirror before work, silently wondering if the black or brown cardigan would look better with his gray sweater vest. still, it was endearing but eventually it becomes too much.
i pass a department store everyday on my way home from work and it started to pique my interest. one day when i got off work early and knew spencer wouldn't be home, i stopped off. the store was huge and had a humongous selection of styles and brands to choose from. i knew i had to bring spencer.
when i told him i wanted to take him shopping, he tilted his head in confusion like an adorable puppy. "what do you need? new sweaters? it is almost winter and i know you got rid of most of your winter clothes when the summer came. did you—"
"no, honey," i laughed, silencing his confused, off-topic rant. "i'm taking you shopping. for you."
another head tilt. "for me? i don't need anything."
"i know you don't need anything," i clarified, running my hands through his freshly cut hair, "but i want to treat you. and besides, i think you've outgrown some of your wardrobe and it's time to get some new items."
so that leaves us now, walking hand in hand into the department store. he's holding me tighter than usual as i lead him to the men's section, but i don't complain. i know he gets nervous in public places and i have no problem with a bit of coddling.
"so, i was thinking," i say as i flip through a rack of undershirts, "you could get some new dress pants. maybe a pair of jeans. maybe some blazers or just suit jackets. that way your style can grow but you can also wear your trusty button ups and ties underneath."
spencer pouts. "i like it better when we shop for you."
i stifle a laugh as i find an appealing gray blazer and search for spencer's size. "and why's that, bub?"
"because then you get to pick out cute clothes and i can watch you try them on."
"well, this time, i'll get to watch you try them on," i wink and hand the blazer over to him. "hold that. please and thank you."
spencer huffs and drops my hand so he can hold the hanger of the blazer. i continue walking through the racks and in my peripherals, i can see spencer glancing around the store and at the racks surrounding us. he follows behind me like a lost puppy, the amount of items in his hands growing as i pass every rack.
"how would you feel about," i pick out a set of matching maroon pants and a maroon blazer, "this color?" i told it up to spencer's chest. he looks down at the garment and scrunches up his nose. "no? that's okay. i think navy's suit you better anyway. no pun intended."
"babe?" he wonders softly as i move over to a rack of ties. "why are you doing this?"
"doing what?" i pick up a tie that is blue with pink flamingoes on it and drape it over his shoulder.
"taking me shopping. wanting to redo my wardrobe or something."
"well," a new tie on his shoulder- a yellow base with blue whales, "you have had the same wardrobe since i met you, and that was many years ago. you've grown up, spencer. maybe some new clothes could reflect that."
i watch a pout come to his face and his shoulders deflate. "you don't like the way i dress?"
i pout right back at him, trying to not seem so mocking in my expression. "i love the way you dress. but i think it might be time to replace that same brown sweater vest you've had since college. that's what i'm talking about. we don't have to do this if you don't want. we can go home."
spencer thinks for a second. he adjusts his hold on the handful of blazers and trousers in his arms and takes another glance at them. "i'll give these a try."
the pride swells in my chest and nearly bursts out. it's no secret that spencer hates change. he would rather his life stays exactly the same all the time. meals, furniture arrangement, train schedule, his wardrobe. clearly, he would rather wear the same clothes for the rest of his life than branch out a bit. so him agreeing to do just that nearly makes me cry right in the middle of the department store.
we push on and spencer continues to trail behind me and hold the clothes i pick. once his knees are practically buckling under the weight of the chosen clothes, i agree to let him start part two. the fitting room.
he disappears into a room and i sit across from the door in a fluffy armchair that probably has more germs on it than a public bathroom. okay, maybe that's just dramatic. but it has enough germs that i'm sure spencer would refuse to sit here, or maybe even get grossed out that i'm sitting on it.
"uh," i hear my boyfriends voice from behind the door, "i think i did it."
i hold in my giggle. "you think?"
"i mean, i put together an outfit. don't know if it's any good. it's definitely not as good as the things you put together."
"just let me see."
the door pops open and my jaw nearly hits the floor. my spencer is standing there in navy slacks, a navy blazer, a vest, button up, and a tie. he looks exactly like i expected him too. my same loving, quiet, genius boyfriend but much older and mature. he looks phenomenal.
but spencer scrunches up his nose and turns on his toes to look in the full length mirror. "i feel like all of this is too busy. there's too much happening."
"no, baby, not at all," i come up behind him and slide my hands across his back and then around his waist. "it's such a good look on you. it's spencer reid but as an adult."
he furrows his eyebrows and looks at me through the mirror. "are you implying i dressed like a child before?"
"no, no, not at all," i nudge his waist and he spins back to me. "it's a perfect outfit. you put it together perfectly. the colors, the different pieces."
spencer's face lights up as he watches me adjust the lapel of his jacket. "really?"
"yes!" i smooth down the shoulders and then tug on the cuff links. "it's perfectly your style. you don't think so?"
"mm," he looks back down at his own body and shakes out his arms a little. "i guess it is. it's just...different."
"it is different but it's a good different. you're still the same old genius who could go on for hours about mushrooms or doctor who or whatever. so you," i pat his shoulder and go up on my toes to kiss his cheek, "get into a new outfit and show me again, okay?"
spencer agrees and closes the fitting room door. we stay at the store for nearly two hours, picking out and trying on potential outfits. spencer even starts picking items on his own, but he comes to me in the cutest way to ask if i like the things he's picked out. i always do. and even if it's not my favorite piece, he obviously likes it so i tell him i love it.
we spend hundreds and split the bill. i insisted i pay because i was the one who brought him here, but he insisted he pay because the clothes are for him. we found a happy medium.
i don't know what i thought was going to happen after we basically replaced his wardrobe. apparently, i didn't think about what the next work day would be like. because i wake up before spencer and go to make breakfast and only listen to him shower and get dressed.
"good morning!" spencer chirps, practically skipping into the kitchen.
"morning!" i say back, putting pancakes on a plate for him. "here's your—" and i absolutely freeze in my spot at the sight of him in a dark tan jacket and slacks, a purple button up, and a matching gray tie. his hair is perfectly swooped across his forehead and he's grinning, practically glowing in his new outfit. "holy shit."
"you like it?" he holds up his arms a bit as if to gesture to his appearance.
i just stand and stare at him for another minute, clutching the plate in my hand so tightly that i fear i might break it. but spencer chuckles, taking it from me and placing it in front of the chair he always has breakfast in.
"i might not let you out of the house looking this good," i finally manage to say. "you'll come home with a new girl on your arm and forget all about me."
spencer pouts. "i'd never do that to you."
i grab onto his cheeks and lay a huge kiss on his lips. "i know you wouldn't. you look amazing, spence. even better than yesterday."
spencer comes home that night and beams about the compliments he got from his coworkers today and thanks me for encouraging him to expand his wardrobe. i don't accept his thanks because i'm just happy to see him feeling more confident in himself than ever.
however, my job is not done yet.
as much as he loves his new clothes, i give him a few weeks to adjust to his new normal. i let him get used to needing a few extra minutes in the morning to arrange an outfit and to the washing process before i spring something new on him. but once i can tell he's completely comfortable with his new wardrobe, i stop at the department store after work again.
"spence?" i call into the apartment as i kick my shoes off, clutching the paper bag in my hand.
"hi!" he calls back, emerging from the study with a book in his hand. "you're late."
i hold up the bag for proof. "i stopped at the store again." spencer follows me into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed in anticipation. "well, first, i saw a couple more ties that i liked," i take those out of the bag and throw them over his shoulder. "but i got these!"
i pull out three perfectly folded pairs of sweatpants and four plain colored tee shirts. spencer unravels each item and then looks up with his eyebrows furrowed. "i don't get it."
"okay," i giggle, placing my hands on his shoulders, "when i go to work, i wear my skirts and blouses and heels, right?"
like the puppy he is, he tilts his head to the side in confusion. "right."
"and when i got to sleep, i wear pajamas. but between the blouse and the pajamas, i wear sweats. you, my love," i boop his nose and instantly, an adorable pink hue paints his cheeks, "don't own sweats. you go from suits to pajamas. and again, i'm not saying that i don't love the way you dress. i'm just looking out for your comfort. if you hate them, i'll return them. simple as that."
he runs his hands over the tee shirts and runs it between his fingers. "they are really soft."
"i got the ones that are 100% cotton because i know you like how it feels."
"i'll try it," he concedes, smiling up at me. "thank you. you're too good to me."
"you deserve the world, angel face."
the next day, he gets called away for a case and i don't see him for almost two weeks. we call and text as much as possible, but we both get so busy that it's nearly impossible. so i stick to sending him good morning and goodnight texts and praying that he comes home in one piece.
after nearly two and a half weeks without him, i come home and see his car in the parking garage where it always is. i squeal, running all the way to the apartment and bursting through the door.
spencer is lounging on the couch, thankfully in one piece, and reading a book, dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt. he looks up and grins when i enter, standing up and pulling me into his arms.
"i can't believe you're sitting here," i mumble into his neck, "and looking so good when i'm not around."
spencer laughs into my shoulder, kissing my small bit of exposed skin. "well, you're here now so you can enjoy it."
"you look so fucking hot," i blurt out, grabbing a handful of his cotton shirt and tugging him towards the bedroom. "let me show you just how hot i think you are."
"god, i love this new wardrobe."
#spencer reid#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#dr reid#dr spencer reid#criminal minds#matthew gray gubler#mgg
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I really don't know if requests are open so I'm sorry if I didn't noticed they're closed 💔 However if they are open could you please write Nagito with female s/o that lost bet to Hiyoko and running around island in maid dress?
ミ☆ Sorry this took me so long! Also it got very nasty and i hope that is okay lol. I can’t help myself when it comes to Nagito.
Word count: 2024
Contains: NSFW, fem reader, they/them pronouns, explict sexual content, voyeurism
ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!
This is humiliating.
The Jabberwock island sun is burning down hot as always, you can feel the skin of your bare arms already starting to burn and your legs are getting sweaty under the thick thigh high socks. This outfit was not designed for this weather, but clearly Hiyoko Saionji cared very little about that fact.
She is walking beside you, snickering behind a hand. The six inch heels she has forced you into makes her seem even shorter than usual.
You sigh, “How much longer?”
“I told you! One whole lap of the islands!” She taps a finger to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “We’re about...halfway done.”
You huff and cross your arms. You don't usually wear heels, your feet are already starting to ache, and the unpaved path on central island makes it even harder for you to walk, “Can I at least take the shoes off?”
Saionji scoffs, “Uh, obviously not. The heels are essential. You think i'm just gonna let you run around in sneakers? What would even be the fucking point?”
“Yeah, yeah, Okay. I get it.”
To be fair, this was all your fault. After waking up from the Neo World Program, you and the rest of your classmates found that the island was a mess and had spent the past few months slowly making it livable. It must have been rotten luck that got you paired with Saionji to clean out the back room in the diner on the second island. Apparently the waitresses who worked there before the island was abandoned used to wear sexy maid costumes, and there happened to be one in your size. Saionji had said something about a bet, that if you were game enough to walk around in the maid costume, she would take on your cleaning duties for the next three days. It was a bad idea, you really should have said no.
There's a gust of wind and your short skirt flutters around your thighs. You clench your jaw and try your best to keep your panties from showing. Saionji laughs again.
“Remember when we bumped into Hanamura earlier and he said that he thought you looked-”
“Shut up, Saionji.” You hiss, walking a little faster as you cross the bridge over to the first island, “Withstanding your ridicule was not part of the deal.”
“Yeah, but it wasn't not not part of the deal.” She sticks her tongue out.
The heels are so loud on the wooden slats of the bridge, and it takes a decent amount of effort to stop yourself from getting stuck in one of the gaps and tripping. You can tell Saionji thinks it is very funny how hard you need to focus on your own feet.
“Okay.” She says as you step out onto the island, “One loop here, and then back to the second island. You might actually manage it if you dont trip and break a leg on the way back,”
You shoot her a glare, “Was that a threat?”
She shrugs, “Just saying you should watch where you walk” She playfully taps your shin with the side of her foot, you manage not to stumble, but it was still a dirty move.
Before you are able to call her out for her nasty trick, Saionji laughs again and nods her head in the direction of the cabins. You’ve just made your way in through the front gate, and are about to head down to the restaurant, “Look who was lucky enough to leave his cottage right as were walking past.”
Saionji’s intonation on the word lucky makes your stomach twist and turn. You’re too afraid to follow her line of sight, swallowing nervously and looking down at the ground, “Hey, uh, i think I’m calling it here. You win.”
You move to walk away, buy Saionji grabs you by the wrist, “What are you chickening out for? I didn't realise you were such a loser.”
“Saionji” You warn, glaring down at her, “You better let me go or else i will-”
“Ah, hello!” Komaeda interrupts. You freeze, heart racing at the sound of his voice. This is literally the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Your cheeks are burning “How lucky it is that I get to see the both of...ah…” His voice slowly trails off as he notices what you are wearing. It's with a newfound desperation that you struggle to escape Saionji’s grip, but she holds fast.
“Hey, Weirdo.” Saionji jeers, her hand still tight around your wrist, “Do you like this cute outfit I found?”
“Oh...I...uh…”
You let your eyes slip up to his face. Komaeda has his hair up in a ponytail and his cheeks are burning red as he stares down at the length of bare thigh peeking out from the top of your stockings. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.
You like Komaeda. As in, you really like Komaeda.
Seeing him getting all flustered is doing strange things to your stomach, but you are still frozen with embarrassment.
“I think he likes it~” Saionji taunts, smirking up at you.
His eyes are combing over you, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth. There's warmth between your thighs, your fingernails are digging into your palms. You barely even notice as you start getting bolder, gently brushing the hemline of your skirt with your hand, tugging it a little further up your thigh. Komaeda’s throat bobs.
“Did...did Saionji make you do this?” He asks.
You nod, still feeling too overwhelmed to actually say anything. He must see the way you are looking at him, the way his blush runs all the way down to his collarbones, the way you want desperately to see more of his skin. His eyes meet yours questioning, but hungry.
“You look…” he heaves a shaky breath, eyes quickly flitting over to Saionji like he is trying to remind himself that she is still there, “...good.”
You grip onto the fabric of your skirt to stop your hands from shaking, “Thank you. Um-” you look down at your toes for a moment, “Hanamura got kind of weird about it, but i'm uh…” you look back up at Komaeda, his eyes are perfect and green, “I’m glad that you like it…”
He’s just staring at you now, and you hope that he understands the meaning of your words. That maybe this whole embarrassing ordeal is worth it if he finds you attractive. You want him so badly, you want him to want you so badly. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you quiver with something. Nerves? Excitement?
“What the fuck is happening right now?”
You and Komaeda are suddenly pulled from a trance and forced to look back down at Saionji. She’s staring up at you with a mix of horror and confusion.
You feel a bolt of arousal shoot down to your center when Komaeda turns to her and says, “Would you mind leaving us alone, Saionji-san?”
Saionji blinks, “Huh? We’ve still got to walk all the way back to the second island or they lose the bet! I'm not going anywhere in case she cheats!”
“Bet’s off.” You say, pulling your wrist from her grasp and taking a step closer to Komaeda. God, even with the heels on he is still taller than you, “You should really go.”
Saionji barks a laugh, “Fine, but you better not complain when you have cleaning duty all next week.”
He is very subtle about it, but you feel the cool touch of Komaeda’s fingers on your bare thigh, he stares at Saionji over your shoulder and is much less polite when he says, “Saionji, leave.”
You don't turn around, but you hear the sound of sandals clattering on wood as she dashes out of the hotel area. The second she is out of view, Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders and pins you up against the wall of the closet cottage (Souda’s? It really doesn't matter) breathing so heavily that you can see his shoulders shaking.
“I’m...I’m so sorry...I” He back pedals, letting his arms fall to the sides, “I don't know what came over me, I'm such garbage i-”
Fuck it, you think. Grabbing the front of his coat and tugging his lips up against yours. It takes him a moment to recognise what is even happening, but the second he does, his large hands grab tight on either side of your waist and he kisses you back in a fervor. You can feel him moan against your lips, and it’s too much for you. So you spin him around until he is the one with his back up against the wall, jamming your knee in between his legs and shoving one hand up under his shirt. His skin is smooth, you can feel his ribs under your fingers. He whimpers under your lips when your tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his, and one of his hands creeps down to the short hemline of your skirt, slipping his fingers up underneath. You hear him choke on a moan when he finds that your stockings are being held up by a garter-belt.
“You’re killing me.” He hisses against your mouth.
You lift up the knee between his legs and grind it against his crotch. He makes the cutest little noise, hips wriggling against the pressure of your knee until he is basically fucking himself on it. You moan at the sight of him, cheeks red, hair mussed, writhing against you desperately.
“That’s a good boy.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat, “Does that feel nice?”
“Hng-I….I…” he throws his head backward until it collides with the wall, “What about..ahhAH...what about you?”
Watching him like this is getting you wet enough as it is, you smirk and suck gently on his pulse point, “What about me? I want to watch you cum, sweetheart. That’s what i want.”
His green eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, he swallows, “Out….outside?”
“Yeah, baby.” You press your knee up even harder and relish in the choked sound he makes, “Right here.”
You aren't sure what it is about the maid costume that gives you this confidence, but you feel powerful. Watching Komaeda moan and drool as he grinds furiously against your stocking-clad knee is only making you feel sexier.
The hand you have under his shirt sneaks upward even further, he squeaks when you rub one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger, “You think you can cum for me, sweetheart?”
He nods furiously, hips quivering as you continue biting and sucking your way down his throat and over his shoulder. You can feel him growing more desperate, you can feel his pressing his throbbing cock harder and harder against the unyielding pressure of your knee. His mouth is hung open, drool is dripping down his chin and he is flushed all the way down to his chest. You moan just from the mere sight of him, your sex clenching with desire, but that would have to wait. You wanted to watch him come undone.
“I…I’m” he whines, writhing and panting against you, “I’m so close…”
“You’re going to cum?”
Komaeda makes a noise of affirmation, but it mostly just sounds like a moan. You grin and push your knee up even higher, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear.
“Go on, then.” You whisper, “Cum for me, pretty boy,”
A moan rips through him. So loud that anyone nearby must have heard it. His hips quiver and shake against you, grinding and wriggling and then finally coming to a stop. He looks godlike, his hair fucked five ways to hell and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A shaky giggle escapes his mouth, and then he licks his lips.
“Okay. Your turn”
You don't resist when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to his cottage. Maybe Saionji actually helped you out for once, even if she didn't mean it.
#komaeda x reader#/request#nagito x reader#komaeda nagito#nagito komaeda#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#sdr2#iamjustsimpingheredontmindme
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 22
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TWs/Summary: FLUFF! Inappropriate jokes! The team being a family of mother hens. Steve + WAP! Reader's old man fetish is ✨blossoming✨. Stephen is finally evolving from Grinch into a human being.
a/n: How do we feel about Wanda/Loki pairing? Loki is comparatively around Wanda's/Reader's/Pietro's age, e.g. he's a young adult. Also, new divider.
All three of us spilled out of the elevator in a flurry of wet hair, outrageously large shopping bags and the smell of autumn leaves and cinnamon-infused chocolate. Picture perfect friends - our arms were linked, we stood side to side, our bags mixed up. Loki's silky black hair was dripping cold water onto my face and my own clothes sticking to me in uncomfortable places.
It started pouring buckets when we got into my car to go back to the tower. Wanda complained about being hungry and after a brief detour in one of the hole-in-the-wall, hidden gem, French boulangeries, all three of us were pleasantly relaxed and companionable under the influence of hot chocolate and fresh, warm croissants (Loki ate, like, ten, royal manners be damned). The five minute run from the parking lot to the main entrance resulted in us being way too soaked to be comfortable - thankfully, the shopping bags seemed to be waterproof. Or, perhaps, Loki enchanted them somehow.
"Stop fucking cheating, Rogers..." Tony was grumbling in frustration, looking at an array of cards in his hands, squinting suspiciously at a smug Steve.
Noticing us, the room perked up immediately. Thor lifted his head and we saw him and Pietro splayed out on the couch, each male holding a play station controller. Stephen Strange was sat cross-legged on the floor, reading a book, while Natasha filed her nails next to him, a face of tranquility and indifference.
We almost backpedaled from the amount of puppy eyes suddenly gazing at us.
"Sup?" I decided to go first, seeing as both of my companions were still mostly confused. What the hell, I was equally perplexed.
"How was your day, brother?" and "Got yourself a nice dress?" and "Marchesa? Not bad." Were the most intelligible words I could make out of the cacophony that descended upon us.
And it suddenly downed on me. Neither Wanda nor Loki had previously left for the city on their own. Their siblings were worried. I sighed, concealing my happiness behind a quiet complaint of being cold and wet. My bags were picked up by Thor who abandoned his game in favour of greeting his brother with a hug. Surprisingly, Loki didn't refuse and let Thor embrace him and relieve us of our items to deposit them out of the way.
"Cold," Wanda whined, stripping off her damp sweater to reveal simple black leggings and tee underneath.
"Wet," Loki mumbled, gathering a ball of green magic to dry out his dripping hair.
"Gross," I said, walking straight into Tony's open arms. He didn't say anything, just indicated my place was in his lap, squeaking and shivering as soon as I reached my destination.
"Baby girl, you're gonna get sick. Let's go take a bath," He unsuccessfully attempted to lift my limp body. I groaned in protest, dead on my feet. It felt like I had walked a thousand miles. Wasn't gonna remove myself from a warm, soft Tony.
"I'm dead, like, I'm a zombie. If you move me, I'll eat that sexy brain of yours," I threatened fitfully.
"Well, at least change out of these clothes. You're dripping me in gross, polluted rain water," The engineer laughed.
"Lazy," I replied, nestling myself closer to his warmth. He tugged on my clothes, wrestling me out of the top layers, leaving me shivering like a newborn kitten across his lap. His eyes darted across the room - evidently, he was looking for some sort of a hoodie as he wasn't wearing one at the time. Tony knew how much I loved those and always kept one in his vicinity. Thoughtful, lovely Tony.
"Have you seen my MIT sweatshirt?" He asked and everyone replied negative. Tony frowned.
"Here, have mine," Strange stood up, unzipping and handing me his own plain grey one. "I'll make some herbal tea for the girls least they actually get sick." With that, the grumpy doctor walked off into the kitchen. I watched his broad back retreat with renewed interest. Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave...
One warm hoodie and hot tea later, I was feeling less like a drowned cat and more like the fabulous human being that I was. Wanda had told everyone about her two cute new dresses without actually revealing the idea behind her costume. Somehow all of us silently agreed to surprise each other after I pulled my stunt on Stephen.
Strange didn't seem to be mad at me; his presence was amiable and delightful. He made usual small talk and we engaged in a brief, friendly battle of the wits and he and Tony managed to not piss off each other too much. Loki and Wanda hung nearby, and we chatted, too, mostly about less popular but very cool movies the three of us could watch... Yeah, so we were arranging a sleepover. Bite me.
"So, everyone ready for the party?" Clint was all but bouncing in his seat. "Me and Sammy-boy, we'll have the coolest costumes!" He exclaimed, smirking in Tony and Bruce's direction. Something was coming, something great, from my two boys. I could sense it. Natasha probably knew and tattled to Clint already. The bird bros fist-bumped with an obnoxious cheer.
I was feeling drowsy. The tea Strange made had something calming in it. My usual energetic spirit was gone, replaced by a mellow sort of mood. Plus, my feet hurt from all the walking. I moaned in distaste, flexing my toes.
"I disagree," Wanda shared a secretive smile with Loki and me.
Apparently, my discomfort was quite obvious. It took only another quiet, pitiful groan from me for Bruce to scoot closer, remove my socks and tenderly knead the arch of my foot. He smiled at me, soft and gentle, pressing the pads of his fingers into the soft, painful spots.
"Yeah, Pigeon, no amount of make-up will help that ugly mug," Tony declared with a wave of his hand.
"Tony!" Sam defended his bird bro, tossing a pillow at the engineer and missing me by barely an inch.
"You don't need any make-up, bird. You need plastic surgery." I jumped on the bully Clint bandwagon for the lolz. He was actually quite handsome, but his reactions always were fucking priceless. All of us occasionally ruffled his feathers but never to an actually hurtful extent.
"Not gonna lie, that one hurt." Barton huffed, crossing his arms.
Meanwhile, Bruce had moved onto my other foot. I had to hold in a bunch of very lewd, inappropriate noises. Tony was grinning above me, not at all affected by me squirming around. Banner grinned back at the engineer. They were definitely plotting something.
That just wouldn't do, I decided. Time to throw Rick and Morty off their course a little. I stretched leisurely, allowing the hem of my borrowed hoodie to lift, exposing an inch too much of skin than strictly appropriate.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve's arched eyebrow and the small secretive smirk he hid behind a cup of tea. The Captain wasn't as virtuous as the others thought and he definitely was onto me.
Bruce still wreaked havoc on my vestibular system by doing some magical voodoo shit to my toes and traded suspicious grins with Tony who radiated an unfair amount of smugness.
"Oh my God," I stretched with a moan of contentment. "Fucking rail me." I might have used this particular choice of words on purpose. The Avengers that memed with me knew the actual meaning but they were in the minority. Most, including Tony and Bruce, gasped in shock at my choice of words. I grinned innocently. "What?"
"We don't use that kind of language around here!" Steve exclaimed, barely hiding a full-fledged laugh behind his cup.
"Cap, a lot has changed in the past seventy years, if you didn't notice," Barton rolled his eyes. "Women are allowed to express themselves now."
"Men think it's pretty hot, actually," Tony remarked, giving me one of his positively mischievous smiles, gently stroking my cheek and dipping his index finger under the hem of my top, following the lines of my collarbone. "It's just that Cap got left out in the cold."
"Very funny, Tony," Steve groaned as the rest of the group laughed. "We don't need a repeat of the WAP incident."
I choked on my breath. "The WHAT incident?!"
Laughter drowned out Steve's stuttering explanation as the supersoldier blushed, possibly, the most saturated shade of scarlet I'd ever seen on a human's face. I had to stop Bruce from continuing to make my limbs into Jell-O, wanting to hear the full story clearly. Anything that warranted such a strong reaction from Steve was bound to be, like, equal parts extremely embarrassing and hilarious. Bucky was laughing up a storm, a tell-tale sign of him having taken direct actions to ensure Steve would be as confused and ashamed as possible.
"Steve caught Peter listening to the song and asked him about it. Peter refused to answer at first, so Bucky decided to mess with Steve a bit," Pietro began explaining. "So Bucky goes: WAP stands for wasted academic potential. Steve sits on it a couple of days, believing his boyfriend like the naïve old man he is," Pietro was gesturing vividly, arms flailing, as the Captain buried his face in his hands. "Lo and behold, Steve had to give a Captain America speech at some sort of school for delinquent children. And at the end of it all - Natasha has that bit on video, by the way - he gives his stern Captain look and goes "WAP is no joke!"!" The speedster laughed out loud along with everybody.
I was howling at that point, staring at Steve. Did the old man realize all the answers to his questions were a simple Google search away? "NO, he didn't, oh my God," I wheezed, suddenly having realized where it was going.
"He totally did!" Clint continued, giving Pietro a fond look and a chance to catch his breath. "The whole student population was laughing, tears rolling down their faces, as the principal started angrily ranting right in Steve's face. And he was just so, so-o confused. Man, his face..." Clint shook his head. "He left so freaking red in the face I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The students had started singing the song, the uncensored version - mind you - at some point and Steve just progressively got redder and redder."
"I'm seventy percent Irish, I can't help it!" Steve cried in his own defense, the famous blush on full display, but laughing nonetheless as he clutched onto his left boob for dear life.
"And one hundred percent dumbass!" Bucky clapped his boyfriend on the shoulder.
I nodded along, me and Tony a howling pile of limbs. The engineer himself was holding onto me for dear life, too winded to make any of his usual snarky commentary regarding Steve's epic failure. "Pure of heart, dumb of ass," I wheezed out my sudden realization.
"Shit, I'm getting that on a t-shirt," Tony sent himself into another cackle fest. "That's brilliant, Princess."
Bucky nodded along, "I'm buying one for this punk." He pointed at Steve, poking him in the right pec.
"Jerk," Steve's gaze was annoyed but fond as he gently shoved his boyfriend before placing a gentle kiss atop his head. Old people in love, so adorable.
"May I request one for my brother as well?" Loki interjected, eyebrow raised, eyeing Thor trying to pry open a carton of ice cream and failing to notice the little plastic lid covering the top part of it. The blonde was utterly oblivious both to his brother and to the chaos around him, set on his quest for salted caramel pecan creamy goodness. I couldn't say I didn't see the appeal...
"What did you call - himbos?" Stephen eyed me curiously, pointing to Thor and Steve with a shaky hand.
I nodded in response. "Harmless, loveable, kind, beefy and utter dumbasses," I pointed out the main characteristics. "I love himbos."
"You said my brain was sexy," Tony pouted, pressing me closer to him and in turn, making my legs wrap around Bruce in a funny way that brought all three of us in a weird sandwich hug. I must've died and gone to heaven once again. "This is bullshit," And Tony fuckin' bit me. The bastard sunk his teeth into my shoulder strong enough to leave a mark.
"I love big, fat brains. Unf," My attempt at a salacious voice only made people laugh. "No PhD, no pussy. I don't make the rules," I snorted loudly.
"You and your old man kink," Wanda chuckled good-naturedly, casting me a knowing glance over the tops of her friends' heads.
"Yes," I agreed solemnly, pulling Tony in for a kiss without an ounce of shame or reservation, catching Stephen's amused face meeting my eyes for a brief second, his eyebrow raised meaningfully. Looked like someone took my comment a little close to heart. Nobody really batted an eye at Bruce being in the middle of our cuddle puddle so if I had to guess, Stephen Strange was at least interested... Or was he silently judging me?
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My 100 Favorite Albums of the 2000s: #70-#61
I'm back with more albums that I love. Listing is fun! Who knew?
70. Rooney - Rooney (2003)
In the days of mp3.com, Rooney was one of the bands that I would stream during my Software Apps class in high school. I probably heard "Blueside" and "I'm Shakin'" a hundred times at barely-audible volume before this album came out. The sunny, bouncy melodies, synths, chord changes, and throwback lyrics are reminiscent of the Beach Boys or The Cars. I just love the carefree feel and youthful energy of this album, and the tunes are great. This is a quintessential California album from a verified California band.
69. Rock Kills Kid - Are You Nervous? (2006)
The only full-length album from Rock Kills Kid was just a few years before its time, which is a damn shame. When bands like Two Door Cinema Club came around in 2010 and captivated the indie rock world, few knew that Rock Kills Kid had been pumping out danceable alt-rock four years prior. "Paralyzed" and "Run Like Hell" should have been the songs of the summer. "Life's a Bitch" should have been a staple of high school mixtapes everywhere. Instead, this was a band that just didn't fit in with the musical climate of 2006 and regrettably fell off the map. At least we'll always have Are You Nervous?
68. Feeder - Pushing the Senses (2005)
Feeder have been a UK rock institution for 27 years now, releasing ten full-length albums over that span, though they’ve never made much of a splash in the States. My favorite Feeder album, Pushing the Senses, strays from the band’s signature guitar-driven power pop for a mid-career foray into the Britpop style popularized by Coldplay and Keane. The band received criticism for chasing the sound of the times, but their take on it felt genuine and sounded amazing. “Tumble and Fall” and “Tender” could stand toe-to-toe with any of the soft-rock output from those aforementioned bands. Feeder even let the guitars loose on “Feeling a Moment” and “Pushing the Senses,” two of the most undeniable singles I’ve ever heard paired on the same album. Coldplay and Keane have never reached such energetic heights.
67. Lifehouse - No Name Face (2000)
Lifehouse have become somewhat of a punchline over the years, as they’ve continued to release pretty standard and inoffensive alternative-rock fare, usually with one or two big singles coming from each album. It seems like most people enjoy a few Lifehouse songs, but no one is really a Lifehouse enthusiast. I think that the band’s best material comes from their 2000 debut No Name Face, and though their output since hasn’t made me into a true Lifehouse fan, I will always go to bat for this album. “Hanging by a Moment,” “Sick Cycle Carousel,” and “Breathing” are the songs most would be familiar with from early-2000s radio, and they are all excellent. There’s nothing particularly fancy about the rest of the album, as the songs don’t need any embellishments to shine. They are organic, earnest, and beautiful, and though I’m sure there’s some nostalgia involved I never regret revisiting them. Lifehouse might be kind of a stale name in music in 2021, but No Name Face shouldn’t be forgotten.
66. Acceptance - Phantoms (2005)
Until reuniting for Colliding by Design in 2017, Phantoms was the only full-length Acceptance album. It's not hard to see why this band continued to grow a cult following during their inactive years, as people tend to want more after an album as good as this one. It had the lyrics for the emo kids, the guitars for the rock kids, and the hooks for the pop kids. It's actually pretty surprising that Acceptance didn't make a mainstream splash in 2005, especially since this album was released on Columbia Records. A lot of that may have been due to the exceptionally poor choice to release "Different" as the first single. It's a great song, don't get me wrong, but there are so many upbeat tunes on this record that would have done a better job catching ears and piquing interest in the band. At least we finally got the follow-up album 12 years later, and the band have remained active since. Sometimes everything turns out OK in the long run.
65. Cursive - The Ugly Organ (2003)
I’m not sure what drew me to The Ugly Organ in 2003, at 15 years old. Listening to it now, it’s brash and angular, and not particularly accessible. I was just starting to stray from the music on rock radio at the time, and I came across “Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand” and “Art Is Hard” online. I think there was something about the urgency in Tim Kasher’s voice, and the acidic way that he spit out the pointed and sarcastic lyrical content, that left me wanting more. It may be the cover art or the cello that permeates these songs, but something always felt a little creepy about them, like the band were performing in a haunted house. There aren’t many vocalists like Kasher, who seems to meld multiple levels of meaning into each line while drifting effortlessly from gentle singing to yelling to spoken word. This is a good one to dust off around Halloween. What a treat.
64. Long-View - Mercury (2003)
Long-View was a short-lived UK soft sock outfit that released one full-length album, Mercury. Nothing terribly surprising here - it sounds like an early-2000s UK soft rock album in the age of Coldplay and their contemporaries. The music is simple and often quiet, the vocals are smooth, and the tempos are mid. But despite it feeling like one of many on the surface, Mercury is charming and engaging. "Further," "Can't Explain," and "When You Sleep" have great hooks. The lyrics sound personal and conversational, and despite being cliche at times they feel poetic against the backdrop of Long-View's delicate instrumentals. An exemplary take on an oversaturated genre.
63. Augustana - Can't Love, Can't Hurt (2008)
After "Boston" put Augustana on the map in 2005, they traded in their indie rock sound for a set of rootsy, earthy anthems on their sophomore effort Can't Love, Can't Hurt. While the songs still sound like Augustana, there is a more classic, timeless quality to this album that has kept it fresh 13 years after its release. The slow build of "Twenty Years," with its swelling strings and piano leading the charge, was the kind of song I didn't know the band was capable of writing before this album. And "Sweet and Low" has one of the most sublime hooks I've ever heard.
62. Barcelona - Absolutes (2008)
This Seattle indie rock outfit is anchored by pianist and singer Brian Fennell (now of SYML fame). I had never heard of Barcelona prior to this album, and it took me by surprise. Fennell's vocals are captivating, winding through catchy pop melodies while deftly maneuvering from delicate to powerful. They pair with the band's guitar- and piano-driven arrangements to cement Absolutes among the best in the genre. There is a 2007 independent version of this album which is preferred by many who heard it before it was remastered and rereleased with an expanded tracklist in 2008. While I understand being attached to the version of the album you first fell in love with, I just can't agree with the opinion that the album is better without the standout tracks "Come Back When You Can," "Colors," and "The Takers."
61. Kill Hannah - Until There's Nothing Left of Us (2006)
Kill Hannah played anthemic goth-pop that belied their violent-sounding name. Until There's Nothing Left of Us is a triumphant, stadium-ready pop rock record that had the synths, grooves, and hooks to take the radio by storm in the early 2000s. If this album came out two years earlier, Kill Hannah might have been a household name. How did "Lips Like Morphine" not enrapture a generation of high schoolers? This is one of the many albums on this list that had absolutely all of the ingredients, but it somehow didn't add up to musical stardom.
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Errink
Ink left again. He left Error all alone again and Error wasn't happy.
Error was in the living room watching his favorite series. Crying his nonexistent eyes out.
"Asgorooo!" He yelled, reaching for the TV screen when the scene of Asgoro having a heart attack played.
The pillow he clutched in his arms was wet with tears. Looking at him was laughable. Seeing the former destroyer cry easily like this.
In all honesty, the film wasn't the only thing he was crying about. He just decided to watch Undernovela to express his emotions while Ink was away.
Ahh, yes. Ink, the God of Creation.
He and Error had been dating for six years now. Almost seven. Two weeks from now will be their anniversary and Error couldn't help but be nervous of that.
Why?
He's been thinking that Ink is loosing interest in him. Error is scared.
He loved Ink with all of his life. He gave up destroying for the God of creation. He left the anti-void to live in their house for him. He tried doing good things out of his character for him.
He just loved Ink dearly.
And it all started ten years ago during Giftmas.
It was a special holiday for all monsters in the multiverse and the light and dark side has an untold treaty that no fight or attacks during this holiday.
No one established the rule, no one wrote it, no one spoke about it. It was just there. Monsters understanding the importance of the holiday.
Error sat on the cliff of Outertale where the stars shone to its brightest. His glasses on with his new galaxy scarf.
He sat there, enjoying the silence even when you can still hear the distant jingle in the town.
And Ink appeared.
Error scowled when the creator made his way to where he sat. He glared at Ink.
The creator however ignored the mean glare telling him to fuck off and sat down beside Error with a large grin. To close for the black skeleton's liking.
"What in the hell you doing here skittles?" Error grumbled harshly.
"Nothing much glitchy~. Just wanted to see the stars in this lovely night."
"Then go sit somewhere else. Don't ruin my night."
The smaller skeleton summoned his strings and began to play with it. Waiting for Ink's retort but it never came.
He looked up to see Ink staring at him with a thoughtful expression.
"... Nah." He finally said and Error wanted to hit the Ink blob with the brush he always had.
"But you know Error, tonight's Giftmas. I've given every monster I've encountered a gift to be traditional." Ink continued, looking up the sky.
Error glared at the string that somehow became tangled in his fingers and mumbled stuff like; "Who the hell asked?", "I don't give a fuck.", "Go do more of that and leave me alone."
Ink ignored his rude comments and summoned a window to his subspace. "So I thought... maybe I should give you a gift too."
"Hah! Did you really think that I'd want a gift from you?"
Again he was ignored as Ink continued to look for something in his subspace.
Error's socket twitched with annoyance. Watching Ink's body halfway through the window portal already, digging deeper into his pile of garbage as Error liked to call it.
The dark skeleton was about to push the lighter skeleton into wherever the window led because of his annoyance but Ink pulled back with a victorious laugh.
"Found it!"
Before Error could react, Ink placed the thing he got in front of the destroyer with a great big smile in his handsome face.
Error stared at it... Ink waiting for his reaction patiently.
In front of them was a pair of slippers. Red fluffy slippers that hugged your feet like socks and it had strings on the hole to tighten the hold if needed.
"Really?" Was all that Error could say. He didn't know what to feel about it. Ink, his supposedly mortal enemy, had just given him a 'gift' for some reason.
A pair of slippers no less. Error could tell that these were top quality and made for comfort. And how he loves comfortable things. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Ink.
"Well go on! Try it!" Ink encouraged.
Error grumbled but complied nonetheless. He threw his strings away carelessly and grabbed the red slippers, put it on and stilled.
"Ehh? What do you think?"
The darker ignored Ink's teasing tone and wiggled his toes.
"It's okay I guess." He said.
And that was a fucking lie.
'Oh my GOD! THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE! I'M IN LOVE!' He screamed in his mind.
Unknown to him, the creator could see his softened look and the brightening of his eyes. The destroyer even unconsciously smiled.
Error looked up to see Ink staring at him with another one of those unreadable look.
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at him.
"Don't tell me you expect something in return cuz I ain't giving you anything. And you can't take these back!" He hissed.
Blinking, as if snapping out of trance, Ink made a confused noise before laughing.
"What the fuck? What is it rainbow asshole?!"
"Hahahaha haha.. hahhh... I-It's nothing Error. I just realized something."
"Tell me what is it."
"I like your smile."
Even with his fucked up memory, Error remembered this.
He remembered that the next day after that night, he anonymously sent Ink a puppet version of the creator. Ink soon found out it was from him.
Since then the lighter skeleton never initiated a fight. He acted all buddy buddy with Error which pissed off the darker to no end. It frustrated him greater than his frustration with the 90's parasite.
Ink messed with his emotions. The creator popped up in his mind in random times that he thought he was finally becoming insane. He thought he was.
Three giftmas holidays passed and Ink surprised Error with a confession. The glitch outright crashed the moment the words that Ink said, I like you, was processed by his 'brain'.
Error fled the moment he came to, in Ink's arms. He thought he was gonna die because of how loud his soul pounded. It actually hurt his ribs.
For a month he couldn't stop thinking of Ink and he didn't even realize ha had fallen for the creator. He also locked himself in the anti-void. Time passed and he decided to go out and destroy. Maybe to let some steam out.
Ink was there. Wherever he go, Ink was always there, wooing him.
Every sanses and their counterpart in every universe knew about Ink chasing Error, courting the destroyer, asking for his love.
Ink was very sweet in those times. Always giving Error presents even when the glitch thought it was weird because it's not even Giftmas.
The next giftmas came and Ink knelt in front of Error. They were surrounded by the bright stars of Outertale.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Ink said and Error was looking sick at how blue his face was.
His soul pounding. Emotions overflowing even though he was extremely confused with himself. He didn't know what he is feeling or what he was supposed to feel but everything felt right.
Even his inner voice telling him to say yes. 'It's not like people are lining up to hang with me anyway.' Was there as an excuse.
"Fine."
He never regretted agreeing.
Now though, Error was really worried.
It's because of the event that happened two weeks ago.
Since Error lived in the same house as Ink, the taller had always made time for him. His schedule was simple enough.
Leave for work in the council every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Leave the house by nine am and come back at around seven pm. Sunday is their special day as they usually go on dates.
Error usually stays in the house or visit Blue while Ink is away. Other times he goes AU hopping and going to Nightmare's castle.
Until this peaceful cycle was disturbed.
"Where are you going?" Error asked softly. He just woke up from his nap on the couch and he was rubbing on his sockets to help him wake quicker.
Ink was putting on his scarf and fixing his shoes by the mirror making Error confused.
"I'm just going on a meeting babe." Ink simply said with a smile.
"But... it's Thursday."
"Yeah, I just got called. Said it was an emergency."
After seeing the worried look on Error's face, Ink went up to the smalled and kissed his lover's face.
"Don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle. I'll be back before four so have lunch without me."
Error nods. "But wait." He holds Ink's arm.
"Let me prepare your lunch."
"No need babe. And I'm in a hurry so I gotta go." Ink said with a wave before he jumped into a portal.
By Saturday, Ink left again saying that he had to meet up with Reaper.
Error thought nothing of it because Reaper, being a God, sometimes meet up with other gods to see how the multivers is going.
And he thought, 'Oh, it's been a long time since I've been able to visit Geno. Maybe I should now that he's finally alone.'
Error planned to stay there for at least three hours so he got some chocolates, ketchup for Geno, blankets and puppets.
He puts them in a handmade bag before jumping into a portal.
"Hey, Geno! Thought it might be a good time to visit since Reaper-... Reaper?"
"Hey Error. What's up?" Geno greets him.
"Uh... the ceiling?" Error was still very confused that he couldn't come up with a proper reply.
"That would've been good pal, it's just that this place doesn't really have a ceiling." The cloaked skeleton beside Geno chuckled.
"Why are you here?" The dark skeleton asked.
"Job's slow today so I decided to visit my bea. What are you doing here?"
"Visiting Geno too."
"Great, the more the merrier." Reaper said unenthusiastically. Clearly he wants some alone time with his 'boyfriend'. Well soon to be anyway.
"Uh heh, nice to see you again then, Error." Geno said awkwardly while Error stood there still.
"Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting with Ink?" The former destroyer finally asked.
"A meeting? Wha- Shit! We have a meeting?!" Reaper abruptly stood up, startling Geno.
"You forgot." His 'boyfriend' deadpanned.
"I didn't forget, I just didn't know." Reaper frowned.
"Uh maybe you should hurry, he left.. like an hour ago." Error said.
"Crap. I guess I'll see you later babe. Have fun with Error." Reaper left with a wave.
"Wow." Error and Geno said at the same time. They looked at eachother and laughed.
Half an hour later, there was a blanket fortress in the save screen. Two skeletons inside it, eating condiments and chocolates.
The 'screen' was blocked by Error's massive one way window portal and the watched Undernovela.
A portal opened and Error quickly lift the blanket up a little to see who it is.
It was Reaper.
"Oh hey Death, you finished your meeting with the creator?" Geno asked. He helped Error lift up the blanket.
"... Uh. No. I couldn't find Ink."
"WhAt?"
To be continued
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11 x reader
°A very special holiday°
A story in which the Doctor wants to make a very special day just for you
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It was just another not normal day in the Tardis. You both just finished running away from a very crazy Marilyn Monroe that you accidently ran into at one of Frank Sinatra's famous parties. She was chasing the Doctor around trying to convince him that they were certainly and most definitely married.
He quickly stood from his chair and walked over to yours.
Once safely inside the Tardis you and the doctor both fell onto the command chairs by the console.
"Doctor you did not tell me that you knew Marilyn Monroe!"
He just laughed and smiled, "Well you weren't supposed to find out like that!" He sat there and started laughing. Which made you laugh even more. Which just resulted in a gigantic laughing fit. Once the laughing died down, you decided that it was time for a quick nap.
"Well Doctor, I must say you keep me on my toes. But right now I'm exhausted from running away from famous people."
"Well my good lady I bid you a good night." He smiled and outstretched his hand for you to grab and lift yourself up to your feet. He smiled and sorta awkwardly waved goodnight as you walked to the corridor your room was on.
When you reached your bed you fell on top of it and fell asleep with a smile on your face.
The Doctor on the other hand had a gigantic smile and was laughing and dancing around the Tardis console singing fly me to the moon when an idea sparked in his head. He's been making you run around with him for continuous days. Why not make a special day for you? Including all of your favorite things.
First he had to make a stop at a 21st grocery store. Now of course he would have loved to do this with you but this was a special surprise for you and he had to make it as extravagant as possible.
He parked the Tardis in the parking lot and started his journey for operation special day. Now he couldn't think of a better name so he just went with that till something better would come around in that big brain of his.
"Walmart" he said in a curious tone. "Walmarty. Walmat. Wallmot." He tried pronouncing it in different tones til he found his favorite fake accent, Texan. He quickly had another idea and ran back inside the Tardis and grabbed his Stetson and wore it inside the store.
Now he thought he was ready to move onto the next location. But that was until he saw matching pjs that had tiny elves on them. Now the Doctor knew you hated cringy things like that because he's tried it before. Once at a halloween party he tried to make you both go as a werewolf and a vampire (who was supposed to be who? Only he knew) but you REFUSED to that for many reasons. Many of which the Doctor did not understand at all. But he grabbed them anyways just in case you were feeling a little bit generous in wearing them someday.
Now usually when the Doctor goes to places like this he has his companion come with him. But he had to do this alone and quickly because you would not sleep for long. At least not as long as the normal human being.
When he walked in he was very curious at all the displays around the store, movies for only $5, a tub of flip-flops, every checkout aisle containing gum and other fun candies and his most favorite section was the giant tall box containing all different sorts of balls. Let's say he may have spent a few minutes taking one out and trying to toss it back in.
Thankfully he decided to travel at night so there weren't too many people there, but a few strange faces did show up. But he decided just to smile and continue walking, these people looked quite normal, other than that one man wearing a chicken onesie, which may or may not resulted in him asking the man where he got it he wrote it down so he could get one in the future.
Finally the Doctor decided to get the items he came for instead of exploring the wonders of the modern day store.
He first went over to the small section of Christmas decorations, he somehow managed to travel to the summertime and not winter, but it worked all out for him. He grabbed 10 enormous boxes of white Christmas lights, stacking them all in his arms.
He started walking to another section of the store, but then he fell. Yes the famous Doctor fell, because his laces became untied. Y/N always said that it would happen, but thankfully she wasn't here to see it play out. It resulted in boxes becoming smushed because he landed on top of them.
The Doctor jumped up and started patting his face and his body, making sure that none of his bones were broken. When he finally had himself settled down, he saw a cart shoved into an aisle. He quickly and nonchalantly grabbed the cart and rapidly placed all the boxes of lights into it.
When he reached his next destination, he had a tough decision to make. Fluffy socks, or fluffy blankets. "What the heck" he said as he grabbed two pairs of socks and two blankets.
Now he continued on to the next section. Finding the most perfect hot chocolate for you was a must. It was the most make or break situation he had in the past two minutes. So many different brands, so many different flavors. After looking at all the packages he went with the most prettiest packages and decided to get 3 different flavors, just in case you didn't like one of them.
"Oh no. I don't have mugs" he said this very quietly under his breath while tapping his chin. So he ran with the cart all the way over to the coffee mug section. He grabbed two simple blue mugs (to match the whole aesthetic going on in his spaceship)
Then he remembered he had to grab some milk and cookies and then some candy to go along with it all.
But of course as the Doctor does he forgot to grab candy until he was in the checkout lane. So he had to grab what was left, m&m's and skittles two of the most iconic round candies in America.
When he was putting all his items on the checkout platform the lady gave him a very strange look. She was quite confused on why this man was buying all this stuff in the middle of June. All these items were used in the winter and here was this strange man buying it all in the summer.
"Got big plans?" The lady asked as she scanned all the items and bagged them.
"Well you see, my friend has been working ever so hard. And I thought. Well why don't we have a celebration!" He laughed as he finished the sentence. The lady just stared at him and continued to scan the items. She now thought this man was out of his mind.
Once he paid for all the supplies he rode the cart out to the Tardis. When he got to the Tardis he placed all the bags inside as quietly as he possibly could, trying not to wake you with one sound. When he finished with all the bags he decided to travel up to the stars just to have an amazing view from the window.
When you woke up you smelled something baking in the air. Something that you haven't smelled in a long time. You decided to jump up and run to the control room, thoughts running through your head on why the Doctor would be baking at this early of an hour.
When you were getting closer to the control room you could hear music playing. What was going on? Before you walked into the room you called the Doctor.
"Doctor what in the world are you…" you stopped mid sentence when you walked into the room. Your face filled with joy as you saw what was around you.
Christmas lights were strung all around the Tardis, circling you making you feel warm. There was a couch facing the door(that the Doctor moved from the library) with fuzzy blankets thrown on to it. There were mugs and a tall black jug next to them.
And then there was the Doctor. Sitting down on the ground using his screwdriver to fix a few strands of lights. But yet he was also trying to fix a box of some sort, almost like a radio. Once he finished the light he threw them onto the console. He then put the radio on the ground and jumped up.
"Oh my goodness you scared me!" He yelled. "You're supposed to be asleep!"
"And you're supposed to be not doing whatever this is?" He smiled and grabbed your hands.
"Oh but I thought that sense. Oh I don't know. That you've missed Christmas I would bring it to you!" He sounded delighted and was truly excited.
"Doctor when did I tell you that?"
He just smiled, and continued on with his mysterious ways of knowing things.
He showed you everything. From the fuzzy socks to the beautiful Christmas lights. He did not show you the "cringy" pj's because he was quite honestly scared of your opinion on them
Once he showed you around at all the things he did he led you to the couch.
"Here these are for you" he said, handing you a pair of fuzzy socks. Your face lit up with amazement at how well he knew you. He then proceeded to hand you a fuzzy blanket. Then an alarm went off, "My cookies!" He yelled as he ran down the hallway to the kitchen. He came back about 5 mins later with a plate full of warm baked chocolate chip cookies.
He handed you the plate as he walked over to where he put the warm milk and hot chocolate packets.
"Now I got 3 different packs. So if you don't like any of them you will just have to settle with one of them"
He showed you the different kinds, dark chocolate, peppermint and milk chocolate.
"Peppermint please" you replied.
He smiled and poured out the warm milk and made two hot chocolates. He then proceded to grab his sonic and aim it at the radio box. It started playing White Christmas. He walked over to the couch and sat down. You placed the cookies in your lap and grabbed your mug from the Doctor. He snapped his fingers at the door and it opened to a planet filled with snow. It was thankfully very warm inside the Tardis but every once in a while you could feel a cool breeze flow in.
The Doctor reached out of his coat pocket and grabbed the candies that were half way melted.
"Sorry about them being melted" he gave a half grin and handed you a somewhat melted bag of m&m's. You smiled and just laughed placing them in your lap. The Doctor slowly put his arm around you, being a bit nervous as he always is when showing any signs of affection. You placed your head on his shoulder as you both looked out into the cold planet, snuggling underneath the fuzzy blankets.
"Doctor?"
"Yes y/n?"
"Thank you for the best Christmas ever"
He just smiled and took hold of your hand.
"Anything for Miss l/n" he smiled and dreamed of how he wished every day could be like that day.
#matt smith#hottie#11th doctor#doctor who#eleventh doctor#tardis#time travel#best friend#11 doctor#hot model#am acutally model this time so the tag fit#also this prolly is like the crappiest writting i've ever done so if you enjoy i will be shooketh to the max#you wish this was you#this boy is so cute#why am i like this
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A Very Valtorian Christmas - Part 2
[Masterlist]
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Part Two: Say my Name / Silent Night
Sitting with her legs crisscrossed on the sofa, Kate rubs her hands soothingly over her belly and hums softly. The warmth of the fire wraps around her like a cocoon and she closes her eyes, feeling at peace.
“It's almost Christmas little one, would you like to hear a song?” she asks quietly.
A flutter of movement is her answer and Kate smiles, “You're very much awake I see, so perhaps something to help you sleep.”
Swaying gently side to side, Kate starts to hum Silent Night.
Out in the front hall the door opens and Drake and his two dogs blow in with a cool breeze. As he pushes the heavy door shut, Gracie and Fluffers shake off the snow clinging to their fur. Drake grumbles as he chases after them with their doggy towel in an attempt to dry them.
“Come here you!” he growls at Gracie as she tries to wiggle away. Gracie enjoys the towel chasing game after a refreshing trip outside into the snow or rain. Especially the tug of war that usually results. The more Daddy grunts and growls in frustration, the more she tries to wrestle the towel free from his grasp. Sometimes she wins, resulting in a brisk head shake and whipping of Daddy's shins. But most of the time Daddy wins and Gracie gets pinned to the floor and roughly rubbed dry. Which feels good anyway so it's all fun for her.
After Gracie gets a thorough rub down, Drake reaches and snags Fluffer by the collar and does him too. Although the whole exercise is meant to achieve a dry pair of dogs, it most often results in Drake or whoever kneeling or standing in wet puddles on the floor and covered in dog hair. So happy dogs, but unhappy humans.
Drake takes a small measure of satisfaction by giving each dog a fierce, but playful slide across the wooden floor and watching them scramble to their feet. “Off you go guys, wheeeeeee!”
As they recover their footing they come racing back and jump all over his lap. Drake laughs as they lick his face, “Ugh, yucky doggy kisses. You two are disgusting, but damn you're cute.”
Brushing himself off, Drake gets up from the floor and puts his winter stuff away. The dogs have already run off back toward the great room. “Go find Momma guys.”
Walking back down the dimly lit hallway in his sock feet, Drake heads for the golden glow coming from the great room. As he makes it to the doorway he can hear Kate singing softly, and stops to listen.
“Silent night..Holy night..
All is calm, all is bright…”
Drake can't help but smile, his heart tugging at the tenderness and love in her voice. He walks quietly into the room and stops behind the sofa.
“Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.”
Kate's eyes are still closed as she hums the next verse. Drake can see her facial expression change to one of amusement as she feels the baby move. Leaning over the back of the sofa, he gently places his hands on her shoulders and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you Kate," he whispers.
Tipping her head back she opens her eyes and smiles, raising her hand to touch his cheek. "I love you too."
Leaning his chin on her shoulder he slides his hands down to cradle her belly.
"So what do you think Mama, boy or girl?"
Kate giggles as the baby kicks, "Soccer player, just like Daddy."
Drake chuckles as she places her hands over his. "Hey I felt that too. Seriously doesn't that hurt?"
Kate shakes her head, "Not really. It feels a little weird though. I suppose in a couple months when baby starts to run out of space it'll bother me more."
Drake gives her another kiss on the cheek, and then stands up to go stir the fire in the fireplace. Kate grimaces slightly as she unfolds her legs and straightens them out.
"Ow," she says quietly.
Drake turns so quickly he almost drops the hot poker on his foot. His eyebrows shoot up with surprise and concern.
"You Ok Honey?"
Kate holds her belly and laughs, waving off his concern. "Yes dear I'm fine, just been sitting in one position for too long. My legs are stiff, and my foot's fallen asleep."
Drake puts the poker back in its stand and runs his hands back through his hair, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, I see."
Kate picks up her eggnog again and finishes it as she tries to wiggle her toes. She covers her mouth and tries to swallow without laughing.
Gracie and Fluffers move out of the way as Drake walks over to sit down on the rug at Kate's feet. "Here, put your feet in my lap and I'll massage out those pins and needles."
Kate sighs happily as Drake's warm hands rub over her feet and ankles. As he massages around her toes with his thumbs, a pleasant jolt shoots up the inside of her thigh and she gasps at the tingling warm sensation it generates in her crotch.
"Mmm, did I ever tell you that you have magic hands Drake?"
Drake grins, moving his hands up to massage the back of her calves, "I think you've told me once or twice."
Kate wiggles her toes against his thighs, gripping at the wrinkled fabric of the denim in the vicinity of his groin. Drake gives her a lopsided grin and then scoots closer so that he can kiss the top of her knees.
"Legs and feet feeling better now?" He asks, as he hugs the back of her calves and rests his head on the edge of the sofa next to her thigh.
"Much better thanks," Kate smiles, stroking her fingers through his hair.
"Baby still doing somersaults?"
Kate shakes her head, "I know it's tradition for the gender of the Royal Heir to not be revealed until birth, but I feel odd this far along in my pregnancy still referring to him or her as just 'baby'. Would it be against the rules to start picking out names?"
Drake sighs, understanding her frustration. "Officially yes, but unofficially no. I'm anxious to think of our kid as someone with a name and a face too."
"Are there any traditions as far as names go in the Walker family?"
Drake frowns, absently patting the top of Gracie's head as she lays down next to him, "None that I know of. What about the Darlings? Is there a rule about passing on names of past aunts, uncles or whatever?"
Kate draws little hearts and question marks on her belly as she thinks about it, "I don't think so. Why don't we start a tradition of our own?"
Drake tilts his head side to side, rubbing the stubble on his chin, "Maybe. But can I make a suggestion?"
"Sure sweety, what are you thinking?"
"No weird made up names, or naming our child after fruits, vegetables, colors, or inanimate objects."
Kate laughs, "No problem there, but would you be against floral names for a girl? Like Rose, Iris, Lily, Daisy, Poppy, or Heather."
Drake shakes his head, "Not at all, but bear in mind that our possible daughter is going to be royal. So maybe a flower as a middle name instead? You need to imagine 'Princess' or 'Queen' in front of her first name."
Kate nods, "That's a good point. So what about boy names? Or unisex names that would work for both boys or girls?"
Drake shakes his head, "No offense to all the Taylors, Ryans, Bobby-Joes, Baileys and Rileys of this world, but I don't want to confuse people. Although the prefixes Lord, Lady, Prince and Princess, King or Queen would make their gender more defined."
Kate stifles a yawn, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to yawn. Just all this talk of what our child's name can't be is wearing me out. Growing a baby is exhausting work."
"I suppose it is getting late, and tomorrow is a busy day."
Kate reaches her hands up over her head and stretches, "Yes, it is. Plus Nicholas, Hana and Maxwell arrive tomorrow too."
"There goes our quiet Christmas together." Drake groans in protest.
Kate braces her hand on Drake's shoulder for stability as she gets up off the sofa, "Oh stop complaining, you have to play Duke of Valtoria every once in a while."
Drake sighs, "Oh I guess so. I'm still trying to get used to having a Duchy full of people thinking I'm so important."
Drake gets up from the floor and wraps Kate in a gentle hug.
"Well don't forget you're super important to us," she says, giving him a kiss.
"Never, because my family is the most important thing to me too."
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A fountain - A Donald Ressler Imagine
Imagine an accidental meeting being not so accidental
Mishka sat on a bench in the middle of one of the many parks in D.C. As expected the temperature had dropped another few degrees and she was glad her current wear of: a tan sweater dress reaching mid thigh with extra material around the neck, thick knitted black leggings, knee high boots with equal height stockings, and an off white bean, kept her comfortable in the chilling environment.
She wasn't alone though, a poodle and collie sat in front of her, held in place by two leashes, secured around her wrist. They weren't hers, but a neighbor's that frequently traveled and was in desperate need of a sitter.
Though this wasn't the spur of the moment, wanting a walk to clear the mind, no. Mishka was waiting. For what? The right moment. She only had a one chance and it had to be timed perfectly.
Mishka watched people walk back and forth, heading to where they needed to go. She smiled to herself slightly, for no particular reason than thinking what it was like to be normal. That was a foreign word to the woman. But she didn't let the thought of normality get to her head. She excepted that her life was anything but normal. She embraced it.
The screeching of tires broke Mishka out of her thoughts and set her into motion. Like a machine with a mission, Mishka stood up from the bench, the dogs along with her, and started walking down the right path between the line of trees toward the street. Her pace was calm. She wanted people to see her and forget. She needed to seem like any other woman walking her dogs.
At the edge of the park was a fountain, easily twenty-five feet in diameter. That's where she need to be. Mishka continued walking, the dogs leading the way, following the routine they had been on for about a week now.
As planned, 30 seconds later the three reached the fountain, stopping at the edge. The dogs looked around while sniffing the air, seeming to be in their own little worlds, leaving Mishka to wait for her cue.
It was the next series of gun shots that told Mishka that the plan was working. As soon as she saw a man run out of the building next to her and a set of agents run after him, she took a step forward to place herself in the needed position.
The next few seconds happened so fast no real person could process it, but for Mishka, she expected it. In those few seconds, the man that had run from the building ran into her, quickly grabbing the upper part of Mishka's arm, spinning her and pushing her into the man chasing him. The momentum the man had from running made him unable to stop, caused the two to crash to together, sending them both flying right into the three foot deep fountain.
Mishka felt the freezing water hit her skin as it soaked into her clothes. She found it hard to move her solid limbs to be able to resurface. In the blur of the water, Mishka saw a pair of arms reach in and pull her up and out of the water. Mishka gasped for a breath of air as water ran down her face.
Her eyes focused on a man just as soaked as she was, the man who ran into her. His usual blonde hair was now dark and sticking to his forehead. His suit was drenched from collar to socks. The man's brow frowned as he looked over the woman he had basically tackled into the freezing water.
"Are you alright, Ma'am?" The man's voice sounded soft but also authoritative as Mishka looked in to the man's eyes. It was definitely different from looking at a photo.
"Y-yeah." Mishka stuttered, genuinely starting to feel the effects of being soaked from head to toe. "N-normally I would've p-punched you for tackling m-me, but I-I don't think i can m-move my arms." The man released a small chuckle, making him look years younger. She couldn't help but smile too.
"Tell you what," Mishka hadn't noticed how close she had been standing to the man or how long she had been clutching onto his overcoat. "Let's get you looked at and warmed up and you can have a free shot. Deal?" She couldn't deny that this man was easy on the eyes or that he looked good with water droplets running downs his face, so she agreed, nodding her head already losing some feeling in her finger tips.
He was the first to move, pushing his legs through the freezing water as Mishka stiffly followed. He stepped over the concreted edge, both securing their arms to the other as he help the woman up, over and onto the path way.
He led Mishka over to a black suburban, opening the back door and pulling out a gray thermal blanket, only to wrap it around her shoulders. Mishka secured it around herself already starting to feel better, but then noticed the man close the door.
"What about you? You must be just as freezing as me?" He only glanced at her as he went around to the front pulling out a walkie.
"Keen, did you get Andrews?" There was a short buzzing noise, before a woman spoke from the other end denying his question. A sigh left the man as Mishka continued to watch him. He made a quick call before walking back to the woman. "I'll be fine. An ambulance is on their way. They're just gonna check you over, make sure you didn't get hurt from the fall."
"Thank you." Mishka smiled. "Even though you did just tackle me into a freezing cold fountain." The man chuckled, thinking he would probably never out live this once the team found out, but was brought back to the woman when she gasped.
"Shit." She cursed, running around the vehicle. The man frowned at her sudden changing following her.
"What's wrong?"
"My dogs. Well, my neighbor's dogs, but there gone." Mishka quickly spun around facing the agent. "They probably ran during the commotion. They could be miles away by now." The agent could see the distress in the womans eyes as she looked around. He couldn't help but feel the need to help her, even go searching for the k9s himself in his current state.
"I'll send word out to local shelter's. If they end up at any of them, I'll make sure you know the second they do." Mishka was surprised at his offer. She looked at him, his face held concern but also reassurance, causing Mishka to feel a sense of calmness.
It wasn't long after the an ambulance arrived. They were ordered by the man to check her first, as she was taken and seated in the back, but not before being given a shirt and sweat pants to change into. After a simple check over, the paramedics had told Mishka that she had taken a small hit to the head, which explained her forming headache. She was informed to stay warm for the rest of the day.
Mishka was just about done when she saw the agent walking towards her. He too was in a shirt, a pair of pants and his hair had almost completely dried, showing of his natural blonde. Mishka smile as he approached, still clutching the blanket he gave her.
"How are you feeling?" Mishka would like to think that he was asking that question because that's just something you do as a person. But coming from the man she had only just met, is sounded genuine.
"Warmer. They said the when you tackled me I must've hit me head on the bottom of the fountain. Nothing to major, though."
"If it makes you feel better this moment is probably gonna be over my head for a while. My team found it very amusing." Mishka smiled and so did the man.
"I never got you name or do you prefer 'man who tackled me into a fountain'?" He chuckled at the woman, slightly amused by her sense of humor.
"As nice as that sounds, I think I'll pass." He held out his hand. "Donald Ressler." She took it.
"Christina Levine, but people call me Chris." Donald found himself liking the name Christina a lot more, especially when he put it to her face. When they both came back to reality, they notice they were still holding each others hand. Mishka blushed as she looked down. "Well, I hope you find your guy. And when you do, punch him for me."
It was Donald who let out a chuckle. There was something about her that he like.
"Will do." He stood from leaning against the ambulance. They said their byes, even though it wouldn't be the last time they saw each other.
"Hey." Donald had only gotten a few yards before he turned back around, Mishka smiling at him. "I still own you that free shot to the face, Agent Ressler." Donald frowned, but still had a hit of amusement in his features.
"Who said anything about the face?"
"I promise it'll only hurt for a day or so." Don smiled, with a shake of his head, starting to walk backwards.
"I look forward to it." Mishka watched at he turned back around and walked away. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face and the EMTs finished up and allowed her to leave.
As an order by Donald, a officer escorted Mishka to her car a block way. She was quick to thank him as she got in and pulled into the line of traffic.
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Hank McCoy: Painted The Stars
Pairings: Hank McCoy/Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2095
"Hank, can you hand me the wire cutters, please," you asked, holding out your hand.
"Hank?" Still nothing, it was like the lab had been deserted, but then you looked up, trying to figure out where he went and that's when you saw it, plain as day.
Raven. It's not that you hated Raven, you thought she was nice, but it always pained you the way Hank would look at her - the same way he is now. Eyes lit up, hanging on her every words, his cheeks dusted pink cause she brushed his arm, he was beginning to stutter cause he was getting nervous. The same way he was when you and him first got together - now you were practically invisible and second best.
Quietly, undetected, you slipped out of the lab, to your room to pack your bags. You made sure your thoughts were loud enough for Charles to hear and made him promise not to tell Hank. You had everything planned and the taxi called - grabbing your bag, you walked the end of the road, making sure you didn't miss your cab.
"(Y/N), wait," a small voice called from the distance. Turning around you saw Hank running to catch up. Catching up, he looked at you confused. "You're leaving, why?"
"I uh- I got a better job offer," you lied.
"Liar, Charles said its because of me. What have I done wrong?"
'Goddamn it, Charles! You promised you wouldn't tell him.'
'Sorry, (Y/N), but he deserves the right to know and I knew you wouldn't tell him.'
"It's for the best, it's for your happiness, Hank."
"My happiness? My happiness is you, it's you staying. (Y/N), I love you."
You give a small smile to fight back the tears. "Now you're the liar, cause you don't."
Hank opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
"No, just don't. I can see it, so can everyone else. You don't love me, you love Raven. The way you hang on her every word, the way you smile when you see her walk into a room. How you blush when she compliments you, how you stumble over your words when you talk to her. You look at her like she hung the moon and painted the stars," you paused to catch your breath. "It's the same way you used to act around me, it's the same way you used to look at me," you whispered.
"(Y/N)," Hank whispered, you didn't even need to look in order to know he had tears on his eyes too.
"It's okay, sometimes people grow apart. That's why I'm leaving, I don't want to stand in the way. You can pursue her now and I wish you guys the best."
"So, not only are you leaving, but you're breaking up with me?" His voice was breaking and it killed you, but you thought it was for the best. Looking down the road, your taxi was in sight. Grabbing your bag, on your tips toes, you place a kiss on his cheek.
"Goodbye, Hank. I love you."
Getting in the taxi, you didn't dare look back for fear of not being able to control the tears.
••6 months later••
Theo and you were so engrossed in conversation, neither of you heard the sets of footsteps that walked into the break room.
"Wait, so you're meaning to tell me that you can build quinjets, build fighter jets, pilot them, breathe and control fire, you're a telepath, and can manipulate and rebuild any molecular composition, and split atoms, yet you can't even knit a pair of socks," Theo laughed unable to believe what you had just told him.
You laughed and gave Theo a little push, "Oh hush, I'm not a knitter, alright."
"Ahem, are you two finished?"
Both of your heads snapped up at the sight of your boss, making you both stand up immediately.
"Professor Xavier, Dr. McCoy, this is Dr. Theodore Marx," he gestured to Theo, "and this is Dr-"
"(Y/N)," Charles cut him off.
"Charles," you smiled sweetly.
"Dr. (L/N), Charles tells me he has a project he'd like you to assist with. It will be a lengthy project, so I have permitted eight weeks leave for you."
"What exactly is this project?"
"(Y/N), I need you and Hank to help rebuild one of our jets. You two are the ones I trust with this the most," Charles explained.
You hesitated to answer, you were worried about having to work with Hank, you still harbored some feelings for him and working in such close proximity was sure to bring them back up.
You forced a smile, "I would love to. I'll pack my bags and be down in a minute."
'Just so you know, the only reason I accepted was for you, Charles.'
'Thank you.'
••At the Mansion••
Hank and you never had much conversation aside from discussing how to rebuild it or asking each other for tools or direction. Both of you were focused on the rebuild or talking with others.
When everyone would take a break, you'd hang around Jubilee and Peter and Hank would station himself with Logan and Charles. Hank was in mid-conversation with the two men when he heard you laugh at something Peter had said, it made his heart and his head drop - the same reaction he had when he walked in the break room and saw you with Theo.
No matter how hard Hank tried to concentrate, he'd always turn his focus to you, hoping to catch your eye, but you'd always have yourself focused at the task at hand or Peter. He was constantly hovering around you and flirting. You liked Peter, not in that way, but you indulged his flirty antics with some of your own, knowing you'd be back to your apartment in no time.
In no time the jet was rebuilt and you were on your way back after having said some tearful goodbyes; your taxi pulled up and you were on your way.
'Rememeber, (Y/N), no matter what, you are always welcome to come back.'
You noted the slight smile in his message. 'I know, thank you, Charles.'
The trip back was slightly exhausting, but you wanted to get your clothes unpacked. After taking a couple articles of clothing out, you noticed a white envelope addressed with just your name. Grabbing it and sitting on the edge of your bed, you open it and see an array of numbered pictures.
1:
The day you arrived and first met Hank. He had a small smile and was looking at his feet.
-After that day everyone joked about how you had him hook, line and sinker.
2:
You had been there just a few days shy of a month. You were sitting in the gardens admiring the flowers with Hank beside you. Except he wasn't looking at the flowers - he was looking at you, a shy smile on his face as he watched your face light up as you talked about your love of gardening.
-That was the day no one let him live down how smitten he was with you.
3:
You were at the piano, fingers dancing across the keys effortlessly. Eyes closed, feeling every note, but Hank wasn't watching how delicately your hands glided over the keys. He was watching you, completely entranced by how lost, how much you felt the music.
-Everyone started calling him 'lover boy' after that.
4:
You were in your room on bed rest after an incident on a mission, Hank was sitting on the edge of your bed with a trey in his hand - some soup, juice and new bandages scattered across it. He had promised to take care of you until you were well again. It made Hank worried sick when he realized you could have died.
-That was the day everyone, but you, knew he truly was in love.
5:
It was after your first year at the X-Mansion. You and Hank were dressed to the nines, in the middle of a slow dance, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. Somehow the students convinced Charles to have a small dance for the students and teachers. Hank had to hype himself up, with a little help from Charles and Logan, in order to get the courage to ask you to dance.
-That was the night he decided to go for it and ask you out.
6:
You and Hank were coming back from a movie, hand and hand up the driveway, smiles on both of your faces. You had been dating for six months at the time.
-He had told he loved you and asked if you'd 'officially' be his girlfriend, even though everyone knew you already were for a while.
That was the last picture until a note, you opened it to reveal a few more pictures. The were from the recent weeks when you were helping rebuild the jet.
7:
When you arrived back at the mansion to help rebuild. Everyone encapsulated you in a group hug, while Hank just stood back, an adoring smile on his face, waiting for you to make your way to him.
-He held hope that you'd come back permanently. Hank didn't sleep that night, he was up thinking about you.
8:
Hank, hands around your waist, helping you jump out of the engine. Dirty and greasy, you climbed out of the jets engine, ready to jump. Hank noticed and dropped what he was doing to go over and help you down; he didn't want you hurt.
-He didn't want to let you go once your feet hit the ground. Hank wanted so badly to pull you into him like he used to.
9:
You, with Hank reading over you shoulder, looking at the blue prints to the jet.
At the table, you had the blue prints for the jet rolled out. You were concentrating on the paper in front of you when Hank came up behind you, pressing himself against you. You paid it no mind, continuing to focus on the diagram, letting him read over your shoulder if he wanted to.
-He never once look at the blueprints. The only thing he looked at was you. Even in the photo, anybody could see the adoration and love he still had for you.
10:
You and Peter talking. The entire time you had been there, you avoided Hank as best you could, only talking with him when neccessary. So, you usually occupied your time with Peter. Peter had walked with you to grab some tools, and that's where you decided to sit down and talk for a while. In the background was Hank - practically staring daggers towards Peter.
-He hated not be able to get your attention anymore and as ashamed as he would be to admit it, he wanted to fight Peter that day.
11:
A single picture of Hank, forlorn, back against the wall, looking at an old picture of you and him.
-He missed you, anyone could see that. If he could change what happned he would.
12:
The picture Hank had been staring at in the last photo.
You, face covered in frosting, kissing Hank.
You, on the last birthday you had at the mansion.
Hank had attempted to make you a cake and surprise you with it and small party with everyone. Jean lit the candles, and after you blew them out, some of your friends decided to push your face into it. Everyone started laughing, even Hank. As slight "revenge" you get on your tiptoes and gave Hank a long kiss on his lips, making extra sure to get frosting all over him.
-Even though he hated how sticky it made him, he wouldn't have traded that day for the world. He loved the smile you had on your face and the fun you had. He loved you then and still does now.
That was the last photo that covered the writing on the paper that held them. Unfolding the paper, you braces yourself, thinking the worst.
(Y/N),
If it wasn't obvious enough to tell, Hank never stopped. He loved you then and he loves you now. He still thinks and still looks at you like you hung the moon and painted the stars. He waits every night; he walks out to the end of the driveway, hoping you'll come back. I know you still love him too.
Please, (Y/N), won't you come back home?
-X
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