Okay, originally, the reader was supposed to do karaoke, but then I realized he would LEAVE if you tried to pull that shit on the first date, so it evolved into this. Enjoy. Also thank you to @feral-for-strange for encouraging my madness, this is for you love!
“Come on, John," you wheedled, leaning on the commander’s quite nicely muscled arm and batting your eyelashes at him pleadingly. "It'll be fun, I promise!”
Stoic, glacier-hued eyes bored into yours, looking for some kind of trick.
"What happened to him to make him so suspicious all the time?” you wondered.
"Fine," the tall, dark haired man bit out after an intense staring contest. “I'll go, as long as you stop pestering me.”
“I can't promise that, but I can promise to leave you alone for two weeks. Deliveries from Alpha Centauri to New Vulcan," you explained to Harrison's questioning eyebrow.
Ever since you had run into the handsome, enigmatic commander, John Harrison, in Admiral Marcus’ office when you had gone to yell at the bigoted xenophobe for confiscating important medical supplies, something about him made your spidey-sense go berserk. But not in the "danger, run away" kind , it was the "they're suffering, they need help way”.
Your spidey-sense had never let you down, so even though everything about the aloof Brit screamed "stay away, or fuck around and find out", you were determined to prove that he could trust you, and tell you what was wrong.
Until then, you were gonna take him out and show him what a good time was because he clearly had no idea. And tonight, you were taking him to your favorite bar, the Squeaky Cork. And if this was a kinda date because you may or may not have fallen in love with the pretty Starfleet officer, well no one needed to know.
…
You waited anxiously outside the Squeaky Cork, praying to the powers that be that John hadn't bailed on you.
When you spotted his imposing figure cutting through the crowds, you couldn't help but grin like a psycho. Waiting for him to come to you, you hid your gift behind your back.
“I thought you were gonna bail,” you confessed at the commander's questioning expression.
For the living embodiment of an iceberg, the man was quite expressive.
“I made a promise, didn't I? And what are you hiding?" he asked, indicating your hidden hands.
"Oh! Um. I saw these, and um. I figured you'd like them,” you admitted, showing him the bouquet of roses you had personally arranged.
You were one in probably fifty people across the quadrant who made an avid study of the language of flowers. The arrangement you'd given John consisted of yellow, peach, and dark pink roses in full bloom, symbolizing your appreciation and thanks, and your offering of friendship.
His eyes widened fractionally, causing your cheeks to heat as he accepted the arrangement.
"Thank you," he murmured as he brushed his fingers against a dark pink bloom. "They're lovely."
"Course. Everybody deserves flowers. You, um. You wanna head in?” you asked as you awkwardly gestured over your shoulder to the door.
"Yes, I'm interested to see what else you have planned," John smiled softly.
With that simple expression, he looked so much more innocent and happy. You vowed then and there you would do everything in your meager power to make him smile more, on your honor as a Fenris Ranger.
“Sweet! They have this epic IPA…” you happily began to babble as you led the Starfleet officer into your oasis.
Unaware of the soft, fond smile that had settled onto his face in response to your enthusiasm, still holding the flowers close, like they were something precious.
It was late at night after the sun had set that Marinette heard at tap at her window above her bed. She knew instantly that it was Chat. She turns on her lamp by her bed and fixes her hair, which is something she will never admit to. She opens the window and lets him in.
“Hello Chat.”
“Hello princess and how are you doing on this pawsitively beautiful night?” He gives his signature smirk but it does not seem to quite reach his eyes.
Marinette rolls her eyes and giggles just little, “I’m ok Kitty how about yourself?”
“Well to be purrfectly honest with you I’m kind of stressing about something..” Chat can no longer hold eye contact with Marinette. Suddenly Marinette was concerned about her Kitty. He is in trouble? Did someone hurt him? Does she need to throw down because she will throw down. She finally calmed down enough to talk.
“What is stressing you out? Maybe I can help?”
Now Mariette was not entirely sure but she thinks she saw Chat blush, “Well see ummm, I have this sho- audition! And for this au- audition need to ummm ki-kiss a girl.”
Marinette looks at Chat puzzled, “I’m sorry Chat but I do not see the problem here?”
Chat gulps, “Well see I have a confession to make, I’ve never kissed a girl!” Chat buries his face in his hands in sheer embarrassment.
Marinette on the other hand didn’t know what to say. She wanted to comfort her friend but how? “Chat it is ok you’ll do amazing.”
Still not moving his hands off his face Chat spoke, “You don’t know that Mari! For all I know I could be the worst kisser in the entire world and ruin the entire event!”
Marinette thinks for a second, “Oh I got it! You just need to practice.”
Chat finally moves his fingers off his eyes, “Practice?”
Marinette nods, You like with a stuffed animal, or a doll, or a close friend!”
Chat’s heart rate picks up a little, “Yeah I could do that. Thanks Princess.”
“Of course Kitty.” Marinette is not sure what she is thinking right now. She knows that she has developed some feelings for Chat but she doesn't know if you feels the same way.
Two of them end up laying in Marinette’s bed next to each other talking about nothing and everything at the same time. “So Mari,” Chat begins, “Who was your first kiss?”
Not even moving she responds, “Never had one.”
Chat is shocked “What? Then why did you give me advice on kissing?”
Marinette gets defensive, “I was trying to help you were the one all stressed about about something so simple as a kiss!”
Now Chat and Marinette are sitting up in the bed and Chat responds, “ Simple kiss? You think a kiss is simple?”
“I do.” Marinette replies sternly.
“Well you are wrong.”
Marinette sits up on her knees to get closer to his face and it made Chat feel a world of emotions, “Oh really Kitty? Prove it.”
As soon as she said it Chat grabs her with his hands around her waist and Marinette’s hands in his hair and he slowly lays her down on the bed underneath him. They are kissing passionately, only coming up for air if necessary and if the occasional groan escapes. Hands traveled around bodies but no more than making out occurred. Eventually and very reluctantly Chat pulls away and see his beautiful blushing princess covered in his kisses.
Chat is the first one to talk, “So Princess was that kiss simple?
Marinette looks up and him and bites her lip and smiles which threw Chat for a loop, “No but it is definitely something I can get use to.”
We love Tony no matter the year, but 2008 party animal Tony has a special place in my heart.
He’s also the least traumatized, but we don’t talk about that.
Looking around the area that had once been the backyard, I heaved a sigh and shook my head at the shenanigans of the rich., They gave party animals a whole new definition.
Picking my way through the passed out, drunk, and high bodies littering the deck and lawn chairs, I toed off my flip-flops, pulled out my guitar, and sat down beside the pool.
Tony and I had been friends for years, and seeing someone I loved throw himself away like this broke my heart. Yet, when he had invited me to play at a party he
was hosting, I had thought it would be a small, private event. Not... all of Hollywood.
Absently swishing my leg through the cold water, I swiftly tuned my trusty old guitar to play the song that had been looping through my mind for days.
…
Tossing back a finger of bourbon, Tony watched his closest friend begin to play their guitar.
The wild artist had managed to capture his attention in ways no one had ever managed before. They had never cared that he was the Tony Stark, all they wanted was to know Tony. The man behind the genius, billionare, playboy! philanthropist; and for that, he would never be able to repay them.
Just as he was about to call out to them from inside his home, they began to sing.
"Take it,
If he gives you his heart don't you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”
Their voice resonated off the water, and the guitar added to the soft calm they emitted.
"He always has trouble falling asleep.
And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.
He loves rock songs and dancing, and bad trash TV.
There's still a few other things."
Ever since he had met her all the way back at MIT, the billionaire had struggled with his feelings for the wanderer. The fact that they could go when they chose, and could do anything with little to no repercussions made them all the more alluring.
"He loves love notes and inventions, and likes giving gifts,
Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.
He loves his whole family, and all of his friends,
So, if you're the one he lets in…”
Wait. They couldn't possibly be...
"Take it,
If he gives you his heart don't you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He's the best thing that you'll ever have-“
Oh, dear God. They were. They were singing about him.
Stepping out onto the patio, attracting their attention to move from the water to him. As their eyes met, everything somehow clicked into place as they continued the lyrics.
"He’ll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side way and you'll make it.
He's the best thing that you'll have.
He'll love you if you love him like that."
They smiled at him gently as they kept going, clearly intending to get their point across in song. Tony wasn't complaining. Messy hair shifting in the cool ocean breeze, the image before the inventor brought him to the only logical conclusion for the image before him. He had fallen in love with a fae creature of old; and they returned his feelings, and was using their magic to show him.
"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,
Run your hands through his hair whenever he's sad.
And when he doesn't notice how pretty he is,
Tell him over and over so he never forgets!
Take it,
If he gives you his heart don’t you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.
He'll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side, and you'll make it,
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”
Tony didn't want to waste another second, Following the same path that Y/N had taken, he sat down next to them and didn’t pull his gaze away from them for a moment.
“He'll love you of you love him like that
He'll love you if love him like that.
He'll love you if you love him, he'll love you if you love him like that.
Just to love you, just to love you, just to love you
He’ll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side and you'll make it.
He's this best thing that you'll ever have.
He'll love you if you love him, like that."
They fell silent as the last notes echoed through the yard.
Holding out his hand, Tony wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Y/N accepted. Slotting their fingers together perfectly like they were designed to fit only each other’s.
"How long?" Tony finally asked after a long moment of peaceful silence.
“After I graduated," they admitted softly.
“Really?"
“Yeah, you?"
“Umm…"
Well now he was embarrassed. He'd loved them years before they felt the same. Of course, he had gone and fallen in love with some one who could read him like a large print book.
"You liked me way before that, didn't you?“ they asked. No judgement, just curious if they were right.
"Yeah," Tony admitted.
Y/N just smiled and rested their head on his shoulder; and he knew, come what may, they would stay by his side.
The final day has arrived! You punishment has come to an end! Hopefully you have all atoned and feel cleansed from bathing in the waters of crack fiction. Since so many of you liked this, and some interest has been expressed, I will be hosting another Crackmas in December after the Big Bang is over and my semester as well when I have more time and stuff, so that you can all participate! I’ll ask about themes and stuff closer to time, and give you guys lots of notice about when it will be, so look for that around the beginning of November if you’d like to have input. Here is the last crack! I blame my discord squad.
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The boys of College Francoise-Dupont had a number of interests in common and could often be found in heated debates concerning them. Such passions were held with utmost seriousness, and discussions could and often did go on for hours.
“Okay, but Tiana is clearly the best Disney princess,” Kim declared one lunch period in the library. “She’s hardworking, smart, and she doesn’t need a man’s help to start up her restaurant. She was doing it all on her own.”
“Uh, okay, but Mulan literally fought the Huns, and saved all of China,” Nino shot back, folding his arms over his chest.
“What about Merida! She literally fought the patriarchy by shooting for her own hand in marriage,” Nathaniel said pointedly.
“Elsa is the first princess to become a queen!”
Adrien, still being relatively new to the whole school thing, wasn’t quite versed in such social interactions, and seemed very confused when he entered the library to find his friends all bickering with each other. What were they fighting over? Were they all still friends? Should he say something? He didn’t want his friends to fight, so intervening was the only way to save them.
“Guys, I’m sure there’s a way for you to figure this out civilly. Friendship is the most important thing, and you should all cherish each other,” Adrien scolded gently, and all eyes flicked to him curiously. After a long silence, Adrien wondered if he’d made things worse and regretted opening his mouth, but finally Kim spoke and said what they were all thinking.
“Oh my god, Adrien is a Disney princess.”
“W-What?” His eyebrows raised in shock.
“Missing a parent, being raised by an evil guardian, poetic to an alarming degree,” Nino counted on his fingers, nodding in agreeance. “You’re a Disney princess, dude.”
“Oh,” Adrien pursed his lips in thought a little. “I’m okay with that.”
“He’s also compassionate,” Max added.
“Unnaturally beautiful.”
“Well-mannered.”
“Is he good with animals?”
“I’ve heard him sing one time. He’s not that bad…”
“Okay, okay, but my dudes, we can all agree that Adrien is a Disney princess, but who gets to be his prince?” Nino cut in, and the room fell into a contemplative silence before footsteps sounded outside the door, growing louder and louder until Marinette burst through the entrance.
Day 18 of !FORCING! my moots to get into oneus and onewe
Crackmas day number I forget but its bestie Hwanwoong’s turn.
Yall know (or at least you SHOULD know by now) that woongie is my favorite and I love everything he does so it’s hard to pick just ONE crack moment. But I’ve settled on this: basically they played a game where if you weren’t in the frame when the song stopped you were eliminated and had to put on a costume. And...well...woongie baby is short so....he was eliminated first lol.
Sooo I’ve made it so you can now submit posts so I’m looking forward to seeing everything from haikyuu boys appreciation posts to cursed Kenma images <33