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enhypen as fast food workers (enhypen ot7.)
GENRE .. !? enhypen ot7 headcanons i guess... pureee crack, comedy
WARNINGS .. !? not proof read, swearing, for shits and giggles don't take anything to heart lol
WC ..?! approx 852
NOTES.. ?! okay pls blame @dazed-hee for putting this thought into my head and helping me w this... i cannot believe i sat my ass down and wrote this,, yes i just got off work ... anyway i hope u enjoy this goofy little piece pls like + reblog to support!!
heeseung
actually does his job properly LOLLL
he's so good at it asw he is never ever stressed 😭😭 he never complains either he just gets shit done ?? like you'll be on shift w him and magically you don't have to do anything ever bc somehow he has it under control…?
all the customers love him asw LMAO he's the type to remember regulars 🙏
god sent everyone needs a heeseung to work with, he's even nice to the rude customers but is not afraid to be a little passive aggressive bitch 🤧
he never talks badly about anyone so no one ever shit talks him?? but if you ask him ab drama he'd be like “not naming any names but…” 😭
jay
he is exactly like heeseung except when is jay ever NOT stressed
he is internally crying every five seconds over something and every time a customer complains about something you can see the light in his eyes die little by little 💀💀
he doesn't even care what anyone else is doing he's just so caught up in doing his job he doesn't realise that he's doing everything himself… more utc!
if you catch him on a good day tho you can hear him make fun of customer orders 😭 “who the fuck orders 3 hamburgers past the age of three years old…”
let's you do whatever you want bc hes too busy dealing w the emerging grey hairs 🙏
jake
the best person to work your shift w for a good time hands downnn
he's so funny he will make you cackle every five seconds,, you'll be taking a drive thru order and you'd be trying so fucking hard not to laugh into the mic 😭 he will fr start SINGING in ur ear goodbye
super friendly w customers and will literally start a conversation ab the most random things ?? “bro did you just order this family box?? you eating that yourself? that's crazy, mad respect” 💀
dawg does everything all at once, making burgers, taking orders, handing out food, changing the bins ??? yet somehow he's the one goofing off the most ?
sunghoon
doesn't know how he landed the job tbh… everyone expected him to be unemployed the rest of his life 🔥
HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO COUNT CHANGE W CASH 😭 bro tries his hardest but is always fumbling around fr,, our maths legend
the type to be like “hm? i can't hear you” “what did you say? “yeah just gimme a minute” he is TOO CHILL he's so unserious ab this job he clocks on and does nothing half the time 🙏 he'll say he'll do what you ask him too but... you both know he won't xoxox
somehow he's still one of the managers favourites and gets good shifts every week…
if a customer yells at him he'd be like “yeah give me a second” and then just gets someone else to deal with it LMFAO 💀
sunoo
THE BIGGEST SHIT TALKER having a shift w him is so good, he somehow knows everything that's going on w everyone ??? fills you in w all the gossip fr.
he's rly bubbly w all the nice customers and is one of the nicer employees to work with but if ur on his bad side … 💀💀💀
like if you annoy him as a customer he will hand you order wordlessly and look you up and down HE DOESNT CAREEE BROOO 😭
if anyone ever blames him for doing something wrong on shift he literally will just be like “that wasn't me tho 😄😄” biggest liar and everyone knows it but no one cares cus we all love him 🫶
sunoo will definitely be the type to buy you food on his break or give you free stuff when you clock off 😭
jungwon
would be the biggest gas lighter LMFAO
“oh you ordered a double big mac and not a regular? yeah on our register it's gone through as regular so i don't know what you want me to do, you can pay for another one tho!” 💀💀💀💀
bro gives so much sass to rude customers he does NOT gaf, he does it all w a smile on his face too like “sorry about that but we can't do anything to fix it 😊”
he’d be so chill w his co workers asw, he would really care if everyone's messing around but somehow w him on shift everything goes oddly smoothly…
working w him is so fucking funny cus he will never take no for an answer w a customer he will keep pushing until they LEAVE 😭
niki
LMFAOOO okay this kid fucking hates his job LOL
will spit in a customers drink because he can 🙏 he will not take shit from anyone and he knows no one will fire him bc they're understaffed 😚
plays the best music and always has kitchen speaker aux !!!
if you ask him to remake a burger or help you with something he'll either give you a blank stare or a “no, i won't.” and then do it for you anyway 👊👊 he is such a little menace but he doesn't care
w annoying ass customers he will literally start arguing w them STOP
would go viral on tiktok cus some customer was filming him being rude but everyone would be siding w him bc niki is always in the right godbless.
#ser writes !#enhypen x reader#enhypen ot7#enhypen#niki x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#heeseung x reader#sunoo x reader#jay x reader#jungwon x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#im past the point of caring this is too funny to me#yes i work at a fast food joint and yes i hate my job
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okay i have a fic idea
daniel falls in love with reader who works as an interviewer in f1, she always asks the right questions and never oversteps boundaries, he always looks forward to seeing her after even the worst of races, slowly they show affection towards eachother sending gifts, seeing eachother more often before the interview starts, holding hands and simply being attached to the hip, everyone thinks they’re in a relationship at that point and they don’t even realize how hard they’ve fallen for eachother that they think it’s normal. And lets say reader goes up to daniel after a good race, kisses him out of nowhere and both end up being stunned
hope this made sense😭🫶🏻
Note: it took me ages to get the inspo for this.
Daniel has a soft spot from minute one.
You appeared on the paddock just when everything about his seat and Piastri exploded. He was expecting you to ask about it just like others had done. Instead, you asked about different things, about racing and the weekend.
He starts to ask his PR assistant about your interviews and you start trying to put him on your list. You two feel comfortable around each other. He always has a casual flirting demeanour when he is around you, but he is soft and cute and you start blushing when he smiles at you.
One day he arrives with a coffee and a croissant for you and it becomes a habit. You start meeting in the paddock for breakfast, and you start arriving together and casually talking. He starts paying visits when he is in your city and you are even invited when he has some gatherings with friends. Then the dates with only you two become a thing. Weekly and with some kind of pact, if you are in the same country, you have to meet for dinner.
Daniel doesn't mind having to drive for a couple of hours.
When everyone else decides that you two are secretly dating and that they adore the couple you make, comes right after you post a picture of you both having pizzas and watching a film at your home, your pet (if you have one) resting on his lap.
"Your girlfriend is there" Lando tells him.
"She is not my..." "How did you know I was talking about her then? You haven't even checked who it was"
Daniel blushes so hard and Lando laughs.
"She is not" "Then you hold hands, have dates, sleep together, or are cling to each other at any given moment just as friends"
Daniel just nods. That's how your friendship is. You two are close. It's normal. You say hi in your usual sweet voice and Daniel's heart speeds up. Then you kiss his cheek and he blushes. You give Lando a quick hug and fix his hair. Daniel loves you even more. He thinks you are the best. His best friend.
You are shaking after Abu Dhabi. He has done so well but it's the last for a while and you are feeling so many things. You sneak to his motor home as soon as you can. You still have work to do but ten minutes won't hurt anyone.
You find him with his family and friends. He has already changed into his clothes.
"Dan!"
He walks to you to have some privacy. You know his family well and they adore you because their Danny adores you and they see how in love he is. He knows you won't have any problem staying around them, but he is feeling too many things and wants a quiet moment with you because you always help him calm down and put some order on his feelings.
You hug him so close and hide on his neck. Daniel can feel your breath and the tip of your nose on his skin. He is feeling uneasy and is unable to move his hands from your waist. "I'm super proud of you" You tell him and then pull back.
You don't know what gets into you. It's probably his glassy eyes and his pink cheeks, or his finger drawing circles on your skin. But you lean and trap his lips in a really sweet but equally deep kiss. He kisses back and he loves every second of it.
When you pull back, you are both too stunned to speak. Your hands are on his neck and he is keeping you impossibly close by your waist. You both are breathing hard, minds working fast and hearts beating crazily.
It's you who speaks first.
"I suppose they were all right" He smiles. "With what?" He knows, he just wants to hear you.
"We are in love"
Daniel kisses you again and you feel the happiest woman alive.
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oc + acc promotion!!
Name: Taeus
Age: Unknown (adult, presumably in their 20s)
Species: Buzzinga
Hobbies: Journaling, exploring, collecting, playing music!!
Likes: Anything spicy or sweet, warmth, being around others.
Dislikes: The dark, cold, silence.
Positive personality traits: Optimistic, helpful, kind
Negative traits: Jealous, cowardice, quick to assume
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Biography:
Taeus is one of the few(?) Buzzingas still out there, Taeus loves to approach people and make friends! Their open approach and easy going attitude really makes them seem more like a normal monster than a myth, especially considering how active they are with other monsters from other islands.
they're quick to get onto people's good side, though ignorance truly is a killer for them. They try their best to see the good in everyone, and treats everyone the same, because they don't see a reason to be mean to others. Even when around rude monsters, they try their best to be respectful and smile through it all, they treat everyone the same in hopes they'll be treated with the respect they give others, but it doesn't always happen. They don't like being vulnerable around people, they want to be seen as someone who is reliable and strong, so when they're upset, their instinct is to run away as fast as possible, they believe that if monsters see them cracking under pressure, they will see them differently.
They wish to find someone they can trust opening up to, but they just don't know where to start. While they are happy for and admire it, they are jealous of others who are able to express their emotions freely without worrying what others think. They are easy to scare, they are absolutely horrible with anything scary (even though a lot of monster tales are intended to freak monsters out, and that just so happens to be something they're very interested in) or anything sudden, they always plan ahead before setting out to adventure, the idea of getting lost in a place where they can't access their abilities freaks them out too much (and yes, this has happened once.)
They are often quick to assume given by appearance, voice, and the like. They are not explicit about this unless they feel nervous, and try to be as open minded as possible when it comes to communicating. They're pretty good at this, and their initial beliefs usually go away after a few minutes, but sometimes they'll slip out their thoughts/former thoughts without thinking.
Abilities:
- Musical abilities, well thats a given. They aren't super confident in their musical ability, but they're moreso focused on having fun then anything else.
- They can create portals to other islands.
- They can fly! (...Obviously)
- Their music *can* have a soothing effect if played right.
Fun facts:
- Taeus is one of the youngest Buzzingas to exist right now
- Taeus loves to collect flowers! They will often press them in to keep in their journals
- (headcanon) Buzzingas cannot survive in cold climates, and do very poorly when somewhere that is cold. Taeus is not an exception, let's just say their visit to cold island wasn't the most fun.
- They love to sing, but don't do it often.
- Their favorite color is teal
- They like to read in their spare time, they usually read what monsters recommend them.
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thats my rp acct! yes i had to make a new one because i realized making a side blog doesnt make it an actual account oops 😭 but it exists so feel free to follow and everything!!!! thank you for reading :)
#my singing monsters#msm#buzzinga#my singing monsters oc#oc#original character#art#drawing#grims art#account promotion yayyy
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hello ! okay, i'm falling deep for joseph quinn and and eddie munson. And i really LOVE what you did with my ask. I don't know if you get many many asks but i'm here asking for more. So here it is : being friends with Nancy, Steve and Robin (same age), flirting with Eddie, loving his "D&D master" dom side, but melt really fast when he's soft and cute and when he smiles. Being there for him when murder assumptions fell, help him and maybe finally dating him during Vecna hunt
Ok, so I wasn't sure what to do with this ask because it is pretty broad, but eventually thought that a headcanon could be the best :)) (i say this... knowing fully well i don´t know how to write headcanons lol. but we´re having a great time.
no explicit warnings. Content Spoilers for season 4 (vol. 1), swearing.
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Maybe you met everyone through Robin. You were also in band and so go to know her through then, and then very quickly met Nancy and Steve.
But with Eddie, it was a bit different.
Because you cannot tell me that Robin doesn't smoke. So, she needs a dealer. And one day she manages to convince you to come with her to deal. Even though it wasn't anything dangerous and, in reality, Eddie is a super nice guy, Robin being Robin played it out to be some dangerous drug deal.
'You always need to bring someone with you to stuff like this, in case things go wrong, you might need a witness.' Which is usually the exact opposite of how a drug deal is supposed to go, but you didn't want to leave your friend behind when she was going into the woods with some guy??
But of course, as soon as you heard Eddie speak, you realised Robin was just leading you on. He was actually so funny and charming. You couldn't stop laughing, or at least smiling, when you were around him.
And then, you know how when you learn something new and suddenly you start noticing it everywhere? That's kind of what happened with you and Eddie. Suddenly you saw him everywhere around the school. You'd see him walking in the hallway, hear his antics in the cafeteria, you'd catch him smoking outside the gym hall between classes and… had he always been in your history class? Had you really completely missed him sitting there for the past few weeks? Perhaps because he always sat in the back and you preferred to be a bit more upfront in the room (not the first row, though. Absolutely not).
All these spottings had made you gain quite an interest in Eddie. He was just so… different from everyone else you knew and grew up with. And every other thing he did just added to that. You really couldn't place him in any box or type. He was just Eddie and that very much intrigued you. So when you were paired up together for a history project… you couldn't be more excited to get to know him.
What ended up with a very solid B- group paper, became the start of a glorious friendship. Eddie was very talkative, so very quickly you learned about most of his interests, in-depth, and in particular about Hellfire Club. He told you everything about the game; the rules, the lore, the history, and his role as Dungeon Master.
One time he let you sit in on a game, mostly as a sub, and he had given you a small role in the campaign so you could ease into it a bit, and as much fun as you had, nothing compared to seeing the pure bliss that evoked from Eddie being completely in his element.
That was, perhaps, the moment you realised you might have a small crush on him.
And it didn't help that your relationship with Eddie always consisted of a bit of… flirtatious undertones.
You were both very touchy with each other. Nothing inappropriate, of course. There would always just be a lot of hugging and playing with each other's hair, even holding hands, just small things like that that made everyone think you had already been going out with each other for months.
The number of times you had to tell Steve that you were "just friends" with Eddie was actually ridiculous. But he didn't buy any of it.
'No, you two are definitely… something else.'
'That might just be the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Steve,' you rolled your eyes at him. The main reason why you were so argumentative and against this idea, is that you were scared. Because you have liked Eddie, for a while now, but there was no way he could like you like that, right? And you couldn't just go up to him and ask him out. It would just make things awkward.
But then shit hit the fan worse than anyone had ever imagined.
The night of the Championship game. Everyone from school was there, except the Hellfire Club, of course. You knew they had the final session of their campaign planned for that evening. Afterwards, when people were going home, you even saw Eddie, walked over to him, and ask to exchange experiences of the night.
'Wanna go back to my place? My parents aren't home and we could watch a movie or something?'
'Oh, actually, I got this thing with Chrissy I got to take care of, but I'll come around tomorrow.' He seemed genuinely excited to come over the next day, but your enthusiasm had slightly deflated. Chrissy? As in the headcheerleader Chrrisy Cunningham? What was Eddie up to with her?
And then the next day Eddie didn't show up at your house, and when you turned on the tv every channel was showing the exact same thing. Cops, right outside of Eddie's trailer. Panic rushed over you, at first thinking that the dead Hawkins High student the police were talking about was Eddie, but then you remembered Chrissy…
With no way of reaching him, and being all alone, you went to the one place where you knew someone would be that you could talk to. But before you even got to reach for your car keys, the phone rang.
'Hello?' you answered the phone to hear a very stressed-out Dustin Henderson.
'y/n! Thank god. Do you know where Eddie is?'
'No. I was just about to- why?' you were scared to say anything. Did Dustin think Eddie could have possibly done something to Chrissy?
'We think he's in danger and are trying to find him before the cops do.'
'In danger? What do you mean? And who's we?'
'y/n,' Robin had taken over the phone, 'get your ass to the video store. Right now.' And so you drove as fast as you could. But as you did, you realised that you might actually know where Eddie was hiding. Well, not exactly where, but you had an idea. So, when you reached the store, the first thing you told your friends was about Reefer Rick. It wasn't much to go off of, as you didn't even know where this Reefer Rick lived, but Eddie had told you how he crashed there sometimes, and since Reefer was who he was, it must have been a secluded location. Thankfully, to the cataloguing system of the store, and the lack of care Robin and Steve had for their customer privacy, you found the address quickly enough.
At first, Steve didn't want you to go but you shut him down quickly.
'You're not going to stop me from seeing him, Harrington, I swear to god.' And with that, you got into your car.
At Reefer Rick's house, the place looked like a dump, but from the food that had been lying out on the table and countertop, you could tell it had been Eddie who was stress eating.
'He was here, definitely.' And then you saw the light in front of the boathouse through the window.
Eddie was an absolute mess, and that is excluding the attack on Steves's throat with a shattered bottle. He was shaking, fidgety, looking as if he had at least ten cups of coffee and had most definitely not slept.
'Eddie, we're here for you, ok?' You slowly sat down next to him and it hurt you to see him flinch away. But you placed your hand on his arm, pulling him close to you, and then he fully gave into your embrace. 'It's gonna be ok.'
But then the rest told the both of you how come they believed that Eddie wasn't the killer (something you hadn't even thought to think about). And suddenly your whole world turned upside down. Eddie listened to what they were talking about, answered their questions, but then turned to you as you had been very quiet.
'Did you know about this?'
'No, I had no idea.'
Then the group had to leave, but you offered to stay behind with him. You just couldn't let him be alone now. He needed someone around him.
'How come you didn't think I did it? If you didn't even know about all that monster shit Henderson talked about.' Eddie asked after a while. You had cosied up in the boat, not really having any other place to sit comfortably. You used the life vests as pillows and Eddie had been eating some cereal he smuggled out of the house.
'Call me naive, but I just couldn't believe you would do something like that. I know you and… what they were saying on the news… that is most definitely not you. That is not my Eddie.'
'Oh, so suddenly I'm yours?'
'Shut up, you know what I mean.' you laughed and for the first time, that day so did Eddie. It was just the tiniest of grins, the dimple in his cheek barely visible, but it was enough for now.
'You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,' you said carefully, 'but… why was Chrissy even there? At your trailer, I mean.'
'She wanted to buy some Special K.' He grabbed another handful of cereal and stuffed it into his mouth.
'Oh.' She just wanted to buy drugs. That was it? The relief escaped your shoulders and Eddie must have seen it because he raised an eyebrow.
'Why what did you think?'
'No nothing.' you shrugged, 'I mean, I guess I thought you were… I don't know.'
'Wait… are you jealous?' Perhaps in a less stressful situation, he would have laughed and made fun of you, but now he just sat up and looked at you with those big brown eyes.
'No! What? No. Of course I wasn't.' You tried to convince both him and yourself, but he wasn't buying it.
'Why would you be jealous of Chrissy going over to my place?'
'I wasn't jealous!'
'I would beg to differ.' The Eddie you knew and loved was slowly coming back, so for that, you could endure what he was doing to you. 'Do you like me?'
'Of course I like you, what a dumb question.' you laughed.
'No but, do you like like me?'
'How old are you, Munson?'
'Answer the question… Please.'
So you do. And you admit your feelings. And Eddie is, of course, taken aback. Not by your confession of having felt like you wanted to be more than friends for a long time now, but because he had thought the exact same thing but had just been too much of a coward to go for it and just ask you out and now that you have finally admitted it to each other, he is on the run from the police and being hunted down for murder.
Not the most perfect beginning of a relationship but you could make it work.
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ARC Review of Mafia Virgin by Mila Finelli
Rating: 4.5/5
Heat Level: 4/5
Publication Date: December 13th
Premise:
Aspiring doctor Emma Mancini is forced into an arranged marriage with Cosa Nostra Don Giacomo Buscetta allegedly to keep the peace between their families, and now they have just a few months to get pregnant.
My review:
This was the perfect end to the Kings of Italy series complete with all the greatest mafia hits: an intelligent but innocent heroine who's just begging to be corrupted, a brutal, gruff don who is VERY into that, an arranged marriage, and an order to get pregnant.... or else.
Emma's vibe is innocent, but also not. As she won't hesitate to remind you, she's an aspiring doctor who's not squeamish of bodily functions, and then she'll proceed to interrogate Giacomo about how his foreskin impacts his dick piercing, and whether he's into prostate play (the answer is yes, in case you were wondering). Not only does Giacomo find her brand of scientific exploration hot, but it also compliments his blunt personality.
Giacomo (under no circumstances will I be calling him Mo I'm sorry) is very different from the previous three Kings of Italy heroes; he doesn't bother with an elegant or legitimate facade of any sort and is more of a rough-and-ready type (a bit o'rough, perhaps?). Everyone thinks he's a "more brawn than brain" kinda guy (which he also internalized thanks to his dad), but that couldn't be further from the truth. For one, every time Emma tries to pull one over him, he catches on real fast. And he's good at math. I thought it was interesting that always being second best in his father's eyes is also the reason Giacomo is deeply into Emma being an *untouched virgin* because she's just for him and no one else.
Much like Fausto and Enzo, Giacomo is an older hero (there's a 12 year age gap) who feels guilty for exactly 10 seconds for being attracted to the younger, more innocent heroine (well tbh, I don't think Enzo ever felt guilty) before going into full-throttle seduction mode. Let me put it this way— the first "little girl" he utters might be derisive, but the rest of them are... very much not. And on Emma's part, she's super into the biiiiig, jacked, tatted thing Giacomo has going on (shoutout to that gym voyeurism scene), even if she's slightly upset that biology has triumphed logic.
And that's actually a pretty big part of Emma and Giacomo's romantic conflict; you won't get a lot of histrionics from these two, but everything Emma regards as logical and right— her dreams of becoming a doctor, her bodily autonomy, and even her being able to return to Toronto— has little to no meaning in the mafia world. And because of Giacomo's powerlessness in the past, he has no interest in relinquishing the power he has as a Don now, which is why the overarching plot centers around him trying to take back his power after being forced to marry Emma, and the retaliation that ensues. Ultimately, Emma and Giacomo have to reconcile these two distinct worldviews to be together.
Sidenote: in case you miss the rest of the Kings of Italy gang, don't worry; Frankie and Gia show up to support their sister and to remind us they're getting dicked down on the reg by wealthy, powerful (older) men, Enzo and Fausto are still trading insults like hissy kitties off-screen, and tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber (Vito and Massimo) make appearances as well.
The sex:
EXCELLENT. What I love about Mila Finelli sex scenes is that they will always deliver (complete with loads of Italian—and in this book Sicilian— dirty talk), and then toss in a few extra things you're thinking about long after you finish the book.
For one, Giacomo and Emma have a pretty hilarious start to their sexual relationship thanks to some questionable advice from Giacomo's cousin and his cook that amounts to "if you wanna make nice with her to get her preggo, you gotta make nice with her pussy first", which Giacomo takes quite literally. You have to appreciate a man who's trying, even if he responds to her "you're beautiful" with "I love your tits".
Also, if there's a breeding kink involved (and there is; if you couldn't tell by the summary, there absolutely is), cum-play/cum-eating feels like the natural progression of this kink, and Mila 100% delivers.
There is many a "moglie" and "marito" in this book which I personally love (and many a "sporcacciona" because they can't be all sweet).
There is a also good amount of ball play (and Giacomo pondering on the sad lack of love they get lolol), and I mention this because the specific moment from this book that lives rent-free in my head involves said act during a shower blowjob, AND it ties into their breeding kink. Brava.
Overall:
This is a sexy and satisfying (and just really fun) end to the Kings of Italy series. I don't think the book is very dark, but it definitely has all the hallmarks of a mafia romance and I'd absolutely recommend it to anyone who is even remotely interested in this subgenre.
Thank you to Mila Finelli and Valentine PR for an advanced copy of this book in exchange for my review.
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All For Me
Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~3900
Warnings: SMUT [fingering; oral sex; hand job; grinding; non-penetrative sex; tiny bit of power-play; smidge of dirty talking) 18+ ONLY
I received a request a while back on Wattpad for a super jealous, rougher than usual Danny. Well, I find it pretty difficult to write this sweet one in such a bad mood, so to speak, so you might have to level with me here. But he IS angry and he DOES want to get that out of his system ;)
Thank you to @ascendingtostardust for the gif (fantastic name, by the way)!
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You could feel how much of a horrible, stupid mistake it was even in the moment but everything was moving so quickly, it was too hard to stop. You kissed Jake. In front of Danny. It wasn’t totally obscene–just a quick one, a juvenile, giddy peck, but still on the lips, and not just in front of Danny but in front of everyone. Your face immediately flushed when you pulled back in stark realization and Jake was frozen, eyes wide with shock, and the entire atmosphere around you shifted into something sluggish and heavy. It felt like it took ages just to turn and meet Danny’s eyes instead and, instead of their usual light and brightness, there was a raging, dark storm brewing. You’d never seen him so pissed off, and you were too high and a little too drunk to even react as Danny pulled you away from everyone and to his car, tearing both of you away like it was a crime scene.
“Jesus, Y/N,” Danny said once you were on the road. He’d held off on speaking at all until that point and the words came out tired. Despite the high still swirling in your head, you could tell he was going fast, the overwhelming darkness of the highway coming on suddenly as the tires spun wildly below you. “What the hell was that about?”
His words carried a shocking calm to them, contrasting to how hard he was gripping the wheel and how abruptly the car accelerated. Danny never yelled–you weren’t even sure he was capable of it–but the intentional articulation of each syllable unsettled you. Beyond that, your own actions unsettled you–being unfaithful in any way wasn’t something either you or Danny took lightly and you weren’t even sure where all of this had come from. You didn’t have feelings for Jake or anyone else–you could only blame it on the weed, alcohol and extra-close proximity to him. Everything felt exciting, or it had before all this shit went down, and that excitement had propelled you to the nearest target. Just briefly, but it was enough to rattle you and certainly make Danny upset.
“I–I’m sorry,” you said. You weren’t even sure where to look–the head and taillights of the other cars on the highway were whizzing so fast they were making you dizzy, but you hated Danny looking as he did, with his face full of obvious tension even in the dark. “I didn’t mean to, really, Danny–”
Danny interrupting you was another sure sign he was beyond mad. “Not for nothing, Y/N, but you were getting really close to Jake all night. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
That question nearly snapped you into total sobriety. “No, Danny–Jake would never do that to you. I’d never do that to you.”
Danny’s jaw tightened before he spoke again: “You already did.”
That stung, but he wasn’t wrong. “It didn’t mean anything. I didn’t even realize I was–”
“You know, this might be the first time you kissed someone else,” Danny started to say, his voice still even as he merged out of the left lane. “But this isn’t the first time you’ve–gotten like that. I always want you to have a good time but, man–” He stopped; you turned to look at him again.
“But what?” you asked, trying to flip back through snapshots of the night as best you could, going even further back into all sorts of inebriated nights as Danny slowed the car along the exit.
There was a sad bitterness when Danny told you: “You get trashed and you flirt. Like, with everyone. Everyone but me, which is pretty ironic.” At the stoplight, the red glow illuminated the hardness of his face, everything sharp angles. “It doesn’t make me feel very good.”
You bit your lip hard, not sure what to say because he wasn’t wrong yet again. You’d always been a flirt when you got a few drinks in you–that was how you’d had the confidence to make a move on Danny in the first place and thankfully, blissfully, that drunken night had led to something remarkable. You loved Danny and you didn’t really want anyone else, ever. So you told him that as the light turned green and he turned, rolling the window down so you could have some cool, fresh air over your burning face.
“How would you feel if I did that?” Danny asked, his voice raising ever so slightly. “I mean, I’ve been pretty good at kinda ignoring when you get all handsy with other people. It doesn’t matter. But Jake? That crossed a line.”
You knew it did. Your face continued to heat with shame thinking about how this could twist your friendship with Jake–with all of them–around in addition to perhaps ruining your relationship. “Don’t be mad at him.”
Danny shook his head. “I’m not.”
Dense silence lasted for the rest of the ride. You rubbed your sleeve over your mouth as if that would erase what happened; you needed water, needed a long shower. When Danny pulled into the parking lot in front of your building, you expected him to just let you go up alone but he followed you out of the car. He walked at your side, matching your pace–every buzz from the weed and alcohol felt obliterated, leaving you awkwardly sober and all-too aware of how much you’d damned yourself.
Your keys felt heavy in your hand as you unlocked the front door and made your way to your own door, the jingling too loud as the key turned and you went in first. You left Danny behind you as you kicked off your shoes and booked it to the kitchen, getting a big glass of water from the tap.
Danny still followed, leaning back on the countertop beside you, arms crossed, and sighed. “It had to be Jake of all people? Come on.”
You finished the water and set the glass down hard. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I probably fucked up that friendship forever.” You hadn’t realized how much of this sort of thing happened when you went out; Danny had every right to be mad and a sharp, splintering fear pierced through you. “Are we breaking up?”
Danny’s face turned genuinely incredulous. “What? No. Do you want to?”
“No, oh my god, no.” You brought your fingers up to your temples, trying to soothe the headache that had started to grow. “I’m sorry. This is so messed up. I wish I could take it back–all of it.”
Danny gave a little huff. “Yeah, same here.”
You looked right at him then. Quite a bit had changed in both of your lives since the first time you’d met, but the calming, gentle and genuine soul that was the very essence of Danny was still there. You knew that’d always be there, but even tolerance and forgiveness had limits. “I wouldn’t have even managed to, I don’t know, get with you without being drunk that night,” you told him. “It wasn’t random, not like all this has been–with other people, I mean. I didn’t know if you were into me at all but I thought, well, why not?”
Danny turned and lifted one hand to your cheek, stroking your skin gently. “And that worked out pretty damn well. It just hurts to see you get all flirty with other people when we go out or go to parties or whatever. It feels like, in those moments, I don’t even exist to you.”
You reached for his other hand, holding it in your own. “You always exist to me. I’m really sorry. That’s such a shitty thing to do to someone–to you.”
“It’s okay,” Danny said and even though it wasn’t, the way he said those words did make it feel like things would turn out alright. “I want you to have fun. Maybe just not that type of fun.” His hand left your cheek and slid down your side, curving gently around your hip. “Not without me, anyway.”
Just that simple touch began to pull you into his depths. You wanted to soothe him somehow. “How mad were you earlier?” you asked, pressing your whole body against him and brushing your lips against his. “Like, really? How mad?”
Danny just barely reciprocated, but then he tilted his head back and put a firm hold on your hips as if to push you away. “Pretty mad, Y/N.”
Without him actually pushing you back or pulling back more himself, you ran your hand up his thigh to the waistband of his jeans, toying with the leather belt he had taught around his hips. “I never see you get mad,” you said, daring to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “There’s gotta be so much pent-up anger in there somewhere. Unless drumming helps–” Your words were cut off by your own surprised yelp as Danny smacked your ass.
“Sometimes it does,” he agreed, then one finger was hooked through your belt loop and he was dragging you to your bedroom with very little effort. It seemed to take even less effort for him to toss you back onto the bed and climb over you, two strong thighs straddling your hips as Danny’s hair hung over your face. You barely had a second to see if there was actually any anger showing in his face before he sealed his mouth to yours, wasting no time in licking past your lips in a messy, heated sequence of kisses.
Strong, skilled fingers quickly undid your jeans and slid over your underwear; you hummed in surprise, melting into Danny’s kisses. This was all you ever really wanted–him. No one else. You managed to unbutton his shirt and feel his chest, his skin overheated, and run your fingers through the faint sprinkling of dark hair there. Danny’s own fingers began to stroke you over your underwear so lightly in comparison to the harshness of the messy makeout session that was still happening above; the gentle whispers over the thin fabric were still enough to make your hips buck.
Danny tugged a small handful of hair at the crown of your head and pulled you back. “Do you ever think about anyone else?” he questioned, his dark lashes fluttering once as he looked down at you, waiting.
You couldn’t even feel the mattress beneath you or the sheets around you. It was all Danny. The darkness of your room–neither of you had managed to get a light turned on–cloaked his usual darkness, leaving him almost as only a silhouette. The help of moonlight through the windows cast light on his face in certain angles and you looked into his eyes as best you could as you answered: “No. Never. Seriously.”
Danny sat back on your hips completely, sparing none of his weight from settling down on you. The problem wasn’t that he was too heavy, the problem was that his ass was right against your crotch and his thighs were flexing around you and you couldn’t do a thing about it. “So when you’re flirting with other people,” he started to say, tracing his fingertips down your scalp to the side of your face, then to your neck. “You’re not thinking about them? You’re still thinking about me?”
You were such an idiot sometimes. How many lines had you crossed without a care in the world for anyone else? “Okay,” you said quietly, tentatively putting your hands on Danny’s thighs. They were so hard, the denim strained over muscle, surely even harder from the tension brewing in his body. “I’m not thinking about you.” You pet your hands over his quads. “But only in those stupid moments.”
“Right.” Danny grabbed your wrists and pinned one on each side, bending over you again. He was close enough to steal a kiss from, but you didn’t dare–this was interesting. A little unnerving. But still hot, the jealousy and anger that had built up inside your boyfriend slowly trickling out in a sequence that you’d never even fantasized about before, because you had been too dense to realize what you’d even been doing.
“I wanna touch you,” you told him, attempting to break your wrists free as you also tried to rub your pelvis up against him.
“Oh, now you do?” Danny chided, not relenting his hold over you. “What changed all of the sudden?”
You successfully yanked one wrist free and immediately went for the fly of Danny’s jeans, cupping him hard, and he himself was already hard, too. “I always do,” you said, and he grunted softly and his whole body relaxed for a brief moment, but then he reached behind himself.
“Yeah?” Danny went fast again, shoving his hand down your own jeans, working his fingers past the hem of your underwear. You cursed and he just kept going, leaning back as he ignored your hand on his crotch, sliding his fingers inside you slow and deep. You just grabbed him harder in response, squeezing his cock until you worked another grunt out of him and his hips twitched on top of you.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped when Danny curled his fingers and tugged lightly, then slid them even deeper than you thought he could get. Your brain couldn’t process what exactly your body was feeling, but you knew it felt damn good, and Danny looked damn fine above you. His hair was running down his slightly heaving chest, the tan skin catching a sliver of silver light and shining bright for a moment until he shifted.
“So you never think about anyone else doing this?” Danny taunted with words and another curl of his fingers, just barely pulling out to add a third. You felt too confined by your clothes and you pulled your hands away from him entirely, trying to yank your jeans down which jostled Danny on top of you in the process. He caught himself, resting on his knees at your side, and raised his eyebrows: “Desperate?”
You succeeded in getting your jeans off but before you could finish ridding yourself of your underwear, Danny hauled you up onto your knees in front of him. Before he could make another move, you went straight for his belt and broke it free, sending the leather flying away from his hips; next came the button and zipper, easy enough to undo with your eager hands. With his tented boxers breaking free, you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back to switch positions, you taking your turn to crawl over and straddle him.
“Hey,” you said, catching Danny’s eyes in the dark while you finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipping the panes of fabric away from his body. You smoothed your hands down his abdomen and then back up to his chest, resting one palm over his heart. “It’s just you. You never have to doubt that even if I’m being an idiot.” You latched your mouth to his neck before he could reply. You knew just what Danny liked–mutual adoration and lots of slow, languid touching and kissing. He smelled so good, dark, deep and musky, and you inhaled a sharp breath as you kissed your way down the soft skin of his throat. Danny moaned quietly and kept his hands in your hair, fingers just gently tangling in the strands and silently encouraging you onward.
With your lips, tongue and teeth creating messy but loving trails down his chest and abs, you scooched down his legs and brought one hand between them, cupping once more. Completely hard, Danny was a little intimidating even after all these times, but he was never forceful or aggressive. Not even now, after you’d pushed his buttons for the last time. He laid patiently, petting your hair and shoulders, while you navigated down and down some more to finally rest between his thighs.
Except there was one thing that he’d never done before.
Danny pulled out his own dick and held it, the surprise of the sudden shift in the dynamic forcing you to lean back and watch. But then you were made to look back up as Danny’s voice slid through your ears like silk: “So if you only think about me, I think you should show me exactly what that looks like.” There was a little wobble to the words though, like he was nervous to even request that. You were nervous too, feeling like it was your first blowjob all over again and you had more than just a mouthful to contend with.
The heat between your own legs would have to wait, you knew that. You had a lot to make up for. You felt Danny’s breathing pause with one hand over his stomach as you bent down and replaced his hand with your own, wrapping it around his cock as best you could. The tip of your tongue licked slowly over half his length and that was enough to make him squirm and whimper; you hid your glee behind your fist and his dick. Even if Danny was pissed, it apparently didn’t actually take too much to appease him. Even still, he deserved something good, something messy–you drooled over the head and smeared it with your palm, starting to jerk him off steadily.
“Fuck,” Danny bit out, his hips squirming again, threatening to arch up off the bed as you wrapped your lips around him and sank down as far as you could with one breath in your lungs. “Y/N–I’m gonna–”
You popped off but kept stroking with your hand, delighting in how fast this was all happening, at how damn easy Danny was. “Already? Jeez, Danny, you must have really been pent up for a while.”
“Yeah,” Danny managed to say as he exhaled, letting his head fall back against your pillow. You kept jerking him off, pausing briefly to let more saliva dribble from your mouth onto his leaking cock, curious to see just how quickly you could get him off with just your hand. You took your other hand and brought it to yourself, slipping your fingers past the waistband of your underwear. You kept your eyes on Danny’s bare abdomen and chest as you slid two fingers through your own wetness. Danny’s cock twitched against your palm; you stifled a groan while you rubbed yourself, getting both fingers slick.
“Danny,” you said quietly, stretching up along the length of his body with that hand outstretched, the slick glistening on your fingertips as you pressed them to his lips. “No one gets me wet like you do.”
Danny lifted his head and took those fingers in his mouth without hesitation. It just made the heat below burn even hotter and you struggled not to stop stroking him just to bring yourself more relief. He kept his eyes on yours, sucking your own fluid dutifully, then sat up and pulled you into his lap. It felt so messy, all of it–Danny’s shiny lips and wild dark eyes, you sitting in his half-bare lap with your wet panties as you both panted and clawed at each other. But it felt too good already, with Danny grinding up against you and squeezing your thighs in his strong hands, to even try to move around or get anymore clothes off. So good, in fact, that you knew his thick, hard, wet cock grinding into your pussy through the damp cotton was going to get you off just as quickly.
“Fuck, you are really wet,” Danny whispered against your lips. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing and pushing you down against him even harder. You managed to snag a bite against his bottom lip, then he pulled back and brought one hand to the nape of your neck, keeping you in place from above and below. “Come for me. I wanna make sure it’s all for me.”
That drew a sharp whine from your chest; you blinked back at him, Danny’s eyes catching the moonlight again, and arched your back, angling yourself a little lower so his cock was rubbing right against your clit through your underwear. The wetness from yourself had grown from the precum leaking from him and everything felt sticky and hot–strands of his hair were sticking to his collarbones with a sheen of sweat against his breastbone, and you could feel the dampness of your own skin under his fingers at the back of your neck. Denim scratched underneath your thighs while Danny’s cock slid steadily against your center and his dark lashes fanned beneath his eyes for just a second before he found your gaze again.
“Shit–I–” you stuttered, having to close your eyes while the fiery tension raged through your stomach and down into your pelvis, even your pubic bone beneath all your soft skin seeming to tighten and force its way down even more furiously over Danny. The last few words were caught in your chest while the fire burst upwards and your chest was heaving, pulse wildly racing, head a sudden burst of smoke and fog.
Danny captured you in his arms, pulling you tight against his chest. “God, yeah,” he moaned, and with soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, you felt the sudden halt of his hips beneath you and the release of heat and wetness against your own.
You kissed his lips softly while you both caught your breath and tried to slide away some of the hair that was clinging to his chest and shoulders, but it just got caught on the headboard instead. “God, we’re a mess,” you said with a laugh. You planted a kiss right between his eyebrows and relaxed in his lap, both of you spent out, finally. “I really am sorry, Danny. I love you and I haven’t been good at showing it sometimes. Like, yeah, I’d be pissed if it was you with other girls.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that,” Danny said, running his hands down your arms to your hands, clasping them gently. “The only person who really ever flirts with me when we go out is Sam.”
You laughed loudly, throwing your head back. It felt so good to have this back–the humor, the giddiness, the adoration. Every insecurity and plucked nerve could be put to bed, not so unlike the way you were going to put Danny to bed once you both got cleaned up and maybe, probably, had a late-night snack to tie the whole night together.
“I don’t know about that,” you countered, stroking his cheek. “I’ve seen girls flirt with you. I think you’re just a little oblivious sometimes. But you never flirt back with them–just with Sam. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Danny patted your thigh. “I’m sure you have.”
You sighed. “What am I gonna tell Jake? That was so embarrassing.”
“Just tell him the truth. I believe you when you say it didn’t mean anything.” Danny chuckled softly. “You’re just like–like a moth to a flame, I guess.”
“Not a great comparison,” you said but you laughed, too. “I’ll talk to him in the morning. I just wanna talk to you tonight. Only you.”
“Same here,” Danny replied, smiling softly, the moonlight slanting over his face again. “Always.”
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Let it Happen
The big Five-O, Peppi...ha! Don't you worry, I'll catch up to you soon!
Believe me, you don't want to. I walked up some stairs the other day and thought my joints were going to lock up.
[Laughs] Ah come on, I'm sure it isn't all bad! Just look at you! You don't look a day over 35.
Wait til you can see the white hairs.
You're alright, Peppi, honestly. You've been doing well for your age. I know it's a big number, but think of it this way! You're in a much better spot than you were a year ago! Several months, even!
Strange how fast stuff can change.
Yeah.
It's... been hard, either way, but yeah, a little easier. Especially with him.
Onippep?
[nods]
He's been a blessing for you. I hope I can continue to help you out wherever I can, but I think that frog's been doing a lot of the heavy lifting.
Super heavy.
But look at it. Does it look exhausted at all? No. That's passion. That's what love is, I think.
Big word.
Hm? Pbffft, no it isn't, bro, it's a simple word! Four letters!
Not what I meant.
Hear me out, though! It doesn't have to be complicated. Me and Brick? We're tight. He's like a sibling to me. First our fists were flying at each-other in that Tower, but now we're watching cartoons together every night and joking about rat and gnome things. I'd say that's love, too! Just in a different way.
...
Just-- point is, don't let more complicated definitions keep you from it. You can work for love, but it'll never be a chore. Never a stress. Let it come to you.
You're sayin' all of this as if I have a crush on that thing.
[gives him a look]
... WHAT. DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT.
You're still such a scaredy-cat.
Oooh, awesome thing to say to me on my birthday, Gus! Come on, man. I'm not scared of anything.
Uh-huh.
...
...
...[snickers] Quit it.
Nuh-uh. You've been clammed up ever since we repaired that window. The tension can be cut with a dull spoon, compagno. [smacks his shoulder]
Whatever! Leave me alone. [chuckling]
It's my job to pester, you damn fruit! [laughs]
D-don't pressure me! I swear it's becoming clearer. Slowly. I just wanna be open to other options while I'm at it.
Anton's not coming back, sweetheart.
[shoves him playfully] YOU HURT ME. You hurt me good. You sure you're not single?
WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING THIS SO MUCH! You're insufferable!
[both laugh]
Back to being real-- I support you in anything you do, Pepp. Just don't overthink it. You're in a better spot now, you can process things. Don't let me set you back.
Yeah. For sure. I've-- been feeling shit I haven't felt in ages, so it's just a little jarring.
Ooh, what, the... [makes a butterfly motion with his hand]
[nods]
[mockingly] OoooooOOOoooo!~
A--OI! AYE! NOT SO LOUD!
Sorry! Sorry. I'm actually thrilled. I think something in you is healing, friend.
Pfft. Cheesy. You think so?
Yeah, absolutely. That doesn't just 'happen'.
...
[gestures]
I--uh. I just. Get super aware of time and everything, so I think that mixes into all of that. Age-wise.
You're middle-aged. You've still got plenty of time.
Easy for you to say, man, all my biological functions are already waning.
It's natural. It doesn't mean anything's ending, man. That happens as soon as we're born.
S-still, I can't help but think about how I've got a bit of a time limit to decide who I wanna be with for the rest of my life.
Sheesh. Easter really screwed you up, didn't it.
[chokes] You fuckin' think?! It's humiliating seeing everyone all married with kids while I'm the fag of the family that hasn't even gotten a date for the last 10 years. I'm such a loser, man.
Aye, easy, brother. You're fine. Look around you. Do you see anyone else across these fields? You're just in a really bad location, with bad circumstances. You're not some lesser man for that. If anything, the world owes you an apology.
That sounds like the most narcissistic thing I've ever heard.
It's got some merit to it. You have to believe me here, Giampaolo, I swear all the gays in town would be all over you if you were closer to the city.
Pffft. Whatever you say.
Next Pride, I'll prove it to you. You gotta come out this year.
I think I've still got my leather around somewhere...
That's the spirit. And who knows, maybe a certain frog can come with you. Enjoy the sights and sounds. Enjoy the You.
[flustered] Fffffuckin'. Whatever. [chuckling] My life's never been really ordinary anyway.
Your first mistake is ever thinking otherwise. My roommate is a giant rat. You suplexed a man with a pizza for a head and destroyed a giant Tower with nothing but your rage.
[sigh] ...yeah. You're right.
Sometimes you gotta let things happen. You'd be surprised.
Yeah. [smiles]
#;snapshots#;pepperoni#;gustavo speaks#;it's a red birthday#f slur cw#;peppino speaks#long post //#enjoy two old gays talking abt shit))#this was rlly nice to write))
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“A wish your heart makes” chapter 5: Brotherly bond
Mario wrapped his arms around Luigi as best he could and Luigi only shuddered, Mario’s touch in ghost form must just feel like a cold chill in the air, Luigi found it oddly comforting and tried to nuzzle against him, before phasing right through him, nearly hitting his head on the ground as he scrambled back up “what.. what do mean, LOVE?!” Mario shuddered, starting to weep. Grim walked over to Luigi, everyone else scrambling away “keep your claws off him!” Tony yelled “this won’t kill him.” Grim reassured “I’m just showing you all what I mean..” he tapped his sythe to Luigi’s chest and it started to glow brightly, next to it, a little to the left the red glow appeared, pulsating super fast. Mario’s chest did the same except his red glow also appeared on his body as well as his ghost and not pulsating. From Luigi’s chest appeared what looked to be a glowing golden string. The string connected itself to Mario’s chest. the brothers and the rest looked surprised, slightly shaken from the whole thing. “The glow represents your core..” Grim started “when you’re alive that basically means your soul, the red glow is for.. the heart, obviously and the string represents your bond..” Luigi looked up as if to ask him to confirm he heard that right. Mario looked down to see his half of the string was glowing a lot less than Luigi’s, Grim walked over and hovered his sythe over Mario’s half and looked up take make sure everyone else was watching “your souls were born together, so when one of you dies..” he tapped Mario’s part of the string and it went gray, losing its glow and caused his real body to twitch before going limp again, Grim continued “the string of your bound won’t break, but... the grief will force the other half to die too..” Mario looked down to see the gray from his half slowly spreading to Luigi’s, he then realised Luigi was hyperventilating and his glowing pulse was racing. Grim tapped his sythe to the ground and the glows and string disappeared, leaving everything back to normal, Mario sat down by Luigi who was holding his body’s cold hand while Peach was giving one last desperate attempt at CPR “Lu.. I..” Mario said with his voice breaking “of course..” Grim inturpted “since it’s so cruel of the universe to snuff out such a pure, deserving life so early and since self sacrifice is the purest death someone can have.. I may be a bit cheeky and uh... be willing to grant you a wish..” he winked at Mario. While Mario was trying to process what Grim had just said, Luigi lept up and ran to him, Mario following close behind “Mario! Wish your self back quick!” Luigi cried “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that..” Grim sighed “it had to be a selfless wish.” “What like, solve world hunger?!” Mario asked with his eyes widening “Mario.” Grim scoffed “I’m Death not a wizard.. a small wish that I can grant..” Mario thought hard ‘a selfless wish small enough for the Grim reaper to do..’ “how about a mansion?” Madelyn Asked, everyone stared at her “worth a shot.” She shrugged “wish it for me!” Luigi shouted suddenly “wish for my wish to come true, which is to Bring you Baaack!” Luigi yelled hoarsely “Luigi it doesn’t work like that.” Said Grim “if the wish is helping the wisher than that’s not selfless..” “I have one.” Mario said suddenly “I-I wish..” “Mario no!” Luigi blubbered trying to hug his ghost “Luigi!” Mario shouted, a bit harsher than he intended “knowing your alive and safe from Bowser.. that’s all that matters.. I can die peacefully knowing that I didn’t fail you.” Mario went to brush his hair. “I’ve technically slowed time by quite a bit just so you could say goodbye.” Grim huffed “it feels like ages but in reality, you’ve only been dead for two minutes... Mario it’s time to go..” Mario tried to kiss Luigi’s forehead then nodded “okay..” he said wiping a tear from his eye “I have my wish..” -To be continued.
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merthur fanfic prompt cause duh im unhinged
inspired by the line “i realized, there’s not a lot of space in my life for good things.” in the dragonlord’s son by yulianahenderson
and it made me think of merlin saying:
“if i have you, i cant have anyone else. if i have everyone else, i cant have you.” (super sadly; maybe after magic reveal/confession, good reaction, and merlin’s explanation)
↳ merlin remembering the people he’s lost; freya, will, balinor, lancelot and elyan (depending on when the fic is set). and he’s scared of losing everyone else in his life because of him/his magic/his love for arthur
i think after all this, arthur would lift the ban on magic and constantly remind merlin that he’s never alone, that he can be there with everyone else merlin loves, even bringing hunith to camelot and offering for her to stay as long as she likes.
once merlin realizes what arthur’s doing and how he keeps trying and won’t give up, he starts to accept that maybe this is his golden age.
arthur sees merlin finally accepting that maybe he can have it all and he’s so happy for his warlock.
a few months after the ban was lifted and merlin has been more content, arthur asks if merlin will be his court warlock (because “yes merlin, i know you’re not a sorcerer, i do listen to you sometimes”)
about a week after the ceremony instating merlin as court warlock, arthur tells merlin the real reason why he tried so hard to make merlin realize he could have everyone he loved and still keep arthur.
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“i’m in love with you, merlin. you mean everything to me and it pained me to see you so sad. to think that you couldn’t have me and your friends, family, all together. i love you more than words can say and your happiness means more to me than you’ll ever know. you need your friends and family, and i need you. i know you don’t feel the same wa-“
arthur is cut off with merlin’s lips on his, his hands immediately wrapping around the warlocks waist. merlin’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers running through his golden hair.
as fast as it started, it ends.
“thank you, arthur. thank you for not giving up on me,” merlin’s lips brush against arthur’s as he whispers. “i love you. i love you. i love you,” merlin mumbles between kisses, arthur just happy to have merlin this close.
merlin leans away, keeping his arms around his kings neck, the most content he’s ever looked.
“i love you, arthur pendragon. i’m so in love with you,” tears begin to fall from merlin’s eyes. “i love you with all i am.”
merlin lunges to catch arthur in a searing kiss, desperate to be as close to his king as possible.
[they have sex]
*in bed, merlin resting on arthur*
merlin looks up and rests his chin on arthur’s bare chest, they make eye contact.
“thank you for proving me wrong”
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ok this really got away from me wow
if anyone decides to write this, take it with a grain (or gallon) of salt, i just like the concept of merlin with that mindset and arthur desperate to help him
although i do like the ending, especially the last line
#bbc merlin#merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#bbcm#merthur fanfic#merthur fanfic prompt#merlin fanfic#merlin fanfic prompt#onceandfuturelesbian prompts
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since you did a 2p version.. 1p liechtenstein alphabet if possible? don’t stress on it though!
Usual disclaimers: I see her as around my age, 18, since she has no canon age afaik, I'm not writing nsfvv of minors. Read more is here so people don’t accidentally read this kind of content without wanting to.
A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
• Immediately cuddles up to them, she's super affectionate with them, a lot of compliments and affection are to be expected with her
B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
• She loves her smile, everyone always compliments her on how cute it is so she smiles whenever she can
• She loves all of them, there’s no favourite parts because everything about them is equally as amazing to her
C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
• She doesn’t really mind where her partner cums, she’d just prefer it to be away from her face because she doesn’t want to risk it getting in her hair
D - Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
• Got caught watching porn once and never recovered, hasn’t touched it since because she’s mortified
E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
• Barely experienced, but she’s not afraid to admit that fact either
F - Favorite position (This goes without saying)
• Cuddle fucking is most definitely her favourite, it allows her to be close to her parter
G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)
• She’s mostly just very soft and sweet, not really goofy or serious at all
H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)
• She has a thin strip (landing strip? I. Don’t know what it’s called.) but she shaved other than that, it’s the same colour as her hair
I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
• She’s very intimate, she’s the sweetest person ever and that doesn’t stop when it comes to the bedroom
J - Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
• She usually doesn’t, unless she’s really horny and doesn’t have any other way to deal with it
K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)
• Praise (giving, recieving)
• Overstimulation (she’s very easy to overstimulate)
• Creampies
L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)
• Her partner’s room, it makes the most sense to her to go there, she’s not against fucking in their living room though
M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
• Neck kisses are her weak spot, she absolutely loves them
N - No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
• Anything with either of them being hurt, just the idea freaks her out
O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
• Surprisingly really good, despite what most people would expect. She prefers to receive but she’ll always return the favour to them.
P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
• Slow and sensual is her preference
Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
• Doesn’t like them, she doesn’t understand the appeal, she prefers to take her time with her partner
R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)
• Risks are a hard no and she doesn’t really like experimenting, she’s happy with what she likes even if it’s vanilla to other people
S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
• Maybe two rounds and she’s overstimulated, doesn’t mind being pushed past that though. She cums pretty fast, much to her own embarrassment, maybe 6 minutes.
T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
• She doesn’t own any, she’s like to have one but she’s too mortified at the idea of someone else finding it
U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)
• She doesn’t tease at all, it does nothing for her and she likes pleasing her partner more
V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
• She’s quite loud, moaning and whimpering is very common with her, along with being very vocal with praising
W - Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)
• Her chest is extremely sensitive, if someone even accidentally brushes against her chest then she has to go off to a bathroom to cool herself down
X - X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As per usual for the hetawomen, cup size because I still have no idea how to describe a vagina :)
• A cup, she’s pretty insecure about it
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
• It’s not that high, she mostly just sees it as a way to be closer to her partner so it’s more whenever they feel like it
Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
• She’ll only fall asleep if she’s cuddled up to them, otherwise she’ll go on about her day and sleep later that night
#1p#1p Hetalia#1ptalia#1p Liechtenstein#1p Headcanons#Hetalia#Hetalia Headcanons#1p Hetalia Headcanons#1ptalia Headcanons#Nsfvv Alphabet
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BBRae Week Day 3: Formal
Summary:
“You want the truth? I was just trying to make it last until prom.”
“What?” And here he’d thought Raven was perfectly happy with her super-tall boyfriend.
“I knew it was doomed. I just wanted a proper prom night with a boyfriend. But he couldn’t even do that for me.”
If she was any other girl he’d be touching her shoulder right now. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed prom with a crappy guy anyway,” he said sensibly.
“Maybe,” she replied immediately. “Maybe memory would have smoothed everything over and looking back I would think I enjoyed the night.”
───
[Saturday, 11:32 am. 6 hours and 28 minutes to Prom.]
They were at Raven Roch’s house, and that pissed Gar off beyond words. She was his sworn enemy, and he’d almost made it through all of high school having no idea where she lived—and now he was in her territory.
No one else seemed to care. Dick and Victor were both avoiding his meaningful glances and potent sullenness—Vic was his ride, and Gar lived on the edge of town. He was trapped here until they decided to leave.
Kori, sweet Kori, his piece-of-sunshine friend who Gar would do anything for, was the reason they were here. A day before prom, she was still fretting over which hair accessory to submit to the hairdresser to complete her outfit. They had been hanging out at the mall when it had suddenly occurred to her she needed the opinion of her newest female friend. Hence, to Raven’s house they went. No matter Gar’s protests.
Raven being more or less in Gar’s group of friends was a relatively recent development. She had always been tangentially around them –Vic tutored her in Math and he said she was funny, which, fine, Gar had a low opinion of Vic’s sense of humor anyway; she was on AP Literature with Dick, and he said she was the kind of kid who looked intimidating but was just serious and actually pretty nice to talk to, which Gar would believe when he saw it- but her hanging out with them had only started when Kori had begun to work at that clothing store with her. Kori had attached to Raven fast, and one day Gar had turned around and suddenly Raven was there, among his friends. No one had asked him if he was fine with it.
And he wasn’t! He had good reason to hate her. She’d always been callous and careless—she stomped over people’s feelings like they weren’t real. He’d known her since preschool –not known known her, but she’d always there. They had grown up around each other, and she’d always been like that.
But the real feud had started two years before. They had been on a class trip to the fair. He’d declared he was getting Terra, his crush and almost-girlfriend at the time, the biggest plushy they had. A crowd had gathered as he managed it; it had been a glorious moment, and then Raven had said, as he gave Terra the prize, “A giant chicken. That must be the luckiest girl in the world.” Even Terra had laughed, and it had ruined whatever effect his achievement had had. That had been his first and last chance to impress Terra, who had since moved away. His first love, gone. He’d written two songs about it.
“In this one the colors match the dress better,” Kori was telling Raven. “But this one is so delicate, and a classic.”
Victor and Dick both scrolled through their phones on Raven’s bedroom floor. It was the same deliberation Kori had been stuck with all morning.
Raven sat on her vanity dresser with two fingers cupping her chin. “The teal one,” she stated, so certain Dick looked up to see how it would float with Kori. Raven had offered more certainty in a second than the three boys all morning.
“Really?” Kori returned, eyes wide. “But the silver one…”
“Is a safe choice. And it ages you.”
“It does!?”
Gar was appalled. The roughness of her tone pushed him over the edge. “God, why’d you have to be such a hater? She looks pretty either way.”
The outburst made everyone look at him, given the fact it was first time he spoke all afternoon.
“Excuse me?” returned Raven.
“I’m saying you don’t have to be mean.”
“I’m not,” Raven stated. “I’m trying to help her.”
Kori moved to agree. “Gar, I asked for her opinion, she’s helping me as a friend.”
“She didn’t have to be a jerk about it,” Gar sustained, crossing his arms.
Dick, closest to him, bumped him on the arm, wordlessly telling him to knock it off.
And there, proof the enmity was real and mutual, was how quickly Raven turned to big guns when she said, “I don’t know what your problem is with me, but no one’s forcing you to be here.”
Vic spoke up. “Raven, don’t listen to him, he speaks without thinking, ever.”
Gar was perhaps more offended by Vic’s dismissal than Raven’s affront. “I mean what I said. And I’d leave if I could,” he told Raven. “Vic’s my ride and he’s ignoring me.”
Raven set her questioning gaze on Victor.
Vic offered a tremulous smile. “I’ll just take him home.”
Dick saw them outside, and lingered by the porch door. “Guys, I’m gonna wait for Kori.”
“’Kay. I’m gonna put this baby down for a nap,” replied Vic, and gave Gar a strong hack in the back as they left the premises of the enemy.
Gar didn’t care. One way or another, he was out of Raven’s house, and he counted that as a win.
───
As Vic pulled up before Gar’s door, he said, “Last chance, you’re really not going to our prom?”
“Duh, I’m going to the prom my date’s at,” Gar replied, face brightening at the thought of tonight.
Vic snorted. “Some date,” he muttered, but Gar just closed the car door on him, pretending he hadn’t heard.
He refused to think badly about tonight. Sure, he hadn’t actually asked out his date, or she him; sure, it had been arranged by his new friends from Terrance High, who had finally let him into his group after months of effort in befriending their unofficial leader Terry while they both worked the cinema candy counter; sure, he hadn’t ever seen Angelica before, except once at a distance because she was angry at one of the boys and was keeping away from them where they could still see her.
But a date was a date. He’d rather go to a different school’s prom than show up to his own dateless. In his room, he beamed at the suit hanging on his wardrobe doorand did the check for the hundredth time: suit, shirt, tie, corsage. All ready. He wouldn’t let anything ruin tonight.
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[Friday, 6pm. 1 hour to Prom.]
Right from the start Gar could tell something was wrong. The Terrance group pre-gamed at a weird sleazy bar-slash-gym called Dark Side Club Gar had never known existed in town before, where Angelica had taken one look at him and her mouth had twisted, and Gar had known she found him disappointing. Now she faced away from him as he awkwardly chatted along with the others, left to wonder what he’d done wrong. Was it his suit? He had gotten it on sale, but could people actually tell? Could girls? Or was it he was a head shorter than her? He also wished he could’ve fixed that, but there was nothing he could do if his promised growth spurt hadn’t happened by the end of high school. Had she changed her mind about him? Had she ever wanted to go to prom with him in the first place? Everyone else seemed to think it was funny, smirking when Gar would talk and Angelica would blank him or talk over him.
After an awkward hangout, destiny was sealed when they left the Club and Angelica suddenly turned to Gar and asked him to get her chips from the convenience store across the street. Gar, eager to please and elated she had acknowledged him, jumped at the request.
He probably did feel the foreboding as he chose the chips and stood in line; there had to be a reason he wouldn’t look out the window while he chatted with the cashier and paid.
When he left the store, the car was gone.
It didn’t surprise him as much as it should have. He had sensed the odd energy,seen the smirks, the runaway glances. He had thought it was odd his date had suddenly talked to him after a night of ignoring him. He wasn’t surprised. Or maybe the big gaping hollowness on his chest didn’t leave room for anything else, surprise included.
Had they planned it from the start? Had it been a spur of the moment cruelty of Angelica’s? It didn’t really matter. It still meant Gar would have a senior prom-shaped hole in his life.
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He didn’t really mind where his feet took him. He really should have. Because the next time he looked up, his eyes fell on a girl sitting on a bench at the end of the sidewalk. The fact that she was dressed to the nines in a pretty flowy back dress caught his attention first. The fact that he recognized her came second.
Raven had been looking at her phone. If Gar hadn’t made a choked sound in surprise, she might not have seen him. But he did, and she did, and Gar saw her face freeze in a way that must mirror his.Of all people, he thought, it has to be you that sees this.
Raven’s face went through changes he didn’t understand: she looked away, then back at him, did a double take and looked him up and down, only then seeming to notice his suit. “Are you… walking to prom?”
Gar coughed. “I’m… my plans fell through.” He shoved hands in pockets, tried to look nonchalant. “I was going to the Terrance High prom with a group, but…” he shrugged vaguely, having no idea how she’d interpret that. Was he playing he’d lost interest in prom and walked away? He had no idea what his story was. This was too raw for him to pull an act over it.
“Oh? Did you pick a senseless fight with them too?”
And he was too raw to mask the effect of her jab on his face.
“What about you?” he said, to throw the onus on her. “Didn’t you have a boyfriend? Where is he? It’s past seven.”
Gar didn’t immediately understand when her eyes widened in a vulnerable expression he was unprepared to see in her; when she looked down, it hit him. Oh. Oh no. He hadn’t thought he was witnessing someone being actually stood up—he’d thought her date was late.
He had been so focused on her witnessing his embarrassment he hadn’t realized he’d walked into hers.And he thought she was callous.
He decided honesty was the best policy. “Sorry… I said it because I thought you were waiting to be picked up.”
“I am,” she said.
He didn’t know if she was trying to save face or she truly thought her boyfriend might still show up.
“Did you have a fight?” he asked. Why was he trying to comfort Raven Roch?
“No, Michael is…” She paused. Her tone was dry and detached when she completed, “You want the truth? I was just trying to make it last until prom.”
“What?” And here he’d thought Raven was perfectly happy with her super-tall boyfriend.
“I knew it was doomed. I just wanted a proper prom night with a boyfriend. But he couldn’t even do that for me.”
If she was any other girl he’d be touching her shoulder right now. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed prom with a crappy guy anyway,” he said sensibly.
“Maybe,” she replied immediately. “Maybe memory would have smoothed everything over and looking back I would think I enjoyed the night.”
She said that like she’d given it some thought, done the math and concluded a crappy date was better than nothing. Like Angelica was for him. Both of them were two unlucky kids who’d settled for the date they could find for senior prom. He sat next to her on the bench, where he deflated. “So are you gonna wait for him?”
She made a low grumble. “Probably gonna sneak back home. I don’t feel like explaining this to my mom.”
Gar kicked a rock with the point of his shoe for a moment, before he took a deep breath in preparation to say the obvious thing. “Raven. Fuck it. Let’s go to prom.” And he barreled over before her shocked face could deter him. “This is ridiculous, we’re all dressed up, what are we gonna do? Go to bed? Let’s go to prom.”
“With you?” she replied. “And you with me? We can’t stand each other, we’ll have a terrible time.”
“Maybe. Or maybe memory will make you think you were super into me.”
She looked insulted at the thought. He winked, just because. He was elated to see her blush.
She crossed her arms. “I’d rather go to bed.”
“Raven, we’re seniors. This is our last chance to do prom at our school, with our friends, with our classmates. They’re all already there.”
“Says the guy who was perfectly fine going to another school’s prom until recently,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, well, this event has humbled me and shown me the error of my ways, now come on, let’s go.” And he stressed his words by jumping to his feet and daring to pull on her arm. She shook him off immediately. “Look, my tie’s got little birds on it and your dress has those feathery things,” he said, holding up his tie and gesturing to the feather-shaped tulle accents on her dress’ cap sleeves. “It’s fucking fate, dude!”
She focused on his tie. She hadn’t noticed the tiny black birds on a dark green background before. “Why the hell does your tie have birds?”
“It was the cutest thing with animals on it my mom said was still elegant enough for the dress code.” He tucked the tie back in as if to shake her eyes off it. “Look, the tie’s not important, what I’m saying is if we go together, it’ll look right.”
“Great argument. You so convinced me.”
“If you don’t cool it with the sarcasm I’ll just take you at face value and drag you along.”
“How are we gonna get there, genius?” she posed. “We both lost our rides and the school is miles away. And prom started long ago.”
But he acted like she’d said what he wanted to hear. “Ride’s your problem? Cool, I’m calling a cab.”
Raven watched him pull out his phone, mark the number, and put the phone to his ear. He waited for the call to connect with a determined look on his face, and she finally realized he was serious. And, well, Raven had always been a path-of-least-resistance kind of girl. But he would not be getting a cab on prom night.
Gar started when she put her hand over his arm. “Wait. I can get us a ride.”
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[7:52 pm. Minus 52 minutes to prom.]
Raven’s available ride was her neighbor Azar, who was seventy years old and perfectly willing to help out, but warned the kids she wasn’t used to driving at night and would take it slow and safe. The frenzied teenagers assured her this was fine.
Azar drove so slowly it gave Raven time to regret things ten times over. She was about to say something –anything—something like “This is so dumb,” something that would cast Gar back down to Earth too, something that would make them look at each other and realize they should just go home-, but Gar was on an entirely different wavelength. When Raven looked over at him, he was hard at work trying the car lights in different combinations; the ceiling light, then the ones over each of the back seats, then both, the just the left one. She was about to ask what he was doing when he took out his phone, set it on frontal camera and scooted closer to her side.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m scared you’re gonna push us past the photo booth when we get there, so I’m taking control of the situation.”
He took a picture. Raven had just enough time to see her own floored face staring back at her, next to Gar’s smile with the tooth sticking out. Gar checked the picture with a smile and put his phone back.
“You’re not gonna tell me to smile?” Raven asked.
“Nah. This is more true to life,” he declared.
For some reason, that was strangely heartwarming to her. No one easily accepted her resting bitch face in photos. It was nice to not have to fight someone on this. Raven felt some of her doubt slip away. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
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Never mind. It was bad.
Why was everyone staring at them? Was it that weird she’d showed up with the class clown? Was everyone wondering where her boyfriend was? Did everyone even know she used to have a boyfriend? Raven had personally made it through high school ignoring ninety percent of her classmates, but kids she’d never talked to were now staring at her like they had strong opinions about her. She wanted to crawl into a hole.
“They’ll stop staring in two minutes,” came Gar’s voice next to her. “Take it from the class clown. People’s attention doesn’t last.”
Maybe it was because they were among their classmates now, but having Gar next to her, whispering to her, made Raven feel… weird. It felt intimate in a way that… wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Maybe it was because she felt they were a team against the rest of them—and she’d never been in a team that included Gar Logan.
Their friends spotted them before Gar and Raven located them. The unlikely couple approached their puzzled friends, and on reaching them, Gar simply said “’Sup. We had a change of heart.”
Kori’s face hardened as she set a knowing gaze on Raven. “Michael?”
“Yep,” said Raven.
“Tell me you’re breaking up with him.”
“Oh yeah. Tomorrow, when he shows up with flowers all apologetic… I’m gonna dump him.”
In turn, Vic crossed his arms at Gar. “The Terrance High losers pulled something on you, didn’t they?”
Gar furrowed his brows at Vic. “Nope, I decided to blow them off.” And before Vic’s anger could reach him, he pulled Raven’s hand. “C’mon, Raven, let’s dance.”
───
Gar was right, people were long done staring as they danced, even though they were a bigger spectacle now: they had come just in time for the slow songs.
“You’re happy we came, right?” Gar asked her.
“Yeah, I am,” she replied sincerely.
His face brightened at the response. “See? Sometimes it’s better to do things than… not do them.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” she stated, with an edge on her voice.
But her sarcasm didn’t rub him the wrong way anymore. He didn’t know why, but he felt he understood her better now. In fact, as she swayed before him with a relaxed look on her face, he struggled to remember why he had ever disliked her.
Gar looked past her head and only then saw the big sign on the wall and remembered the theme of the dance: ‘Date with destiny’.
Huh. He tried very hard not to take in the subtext.
But was it dumb to take this for the big movie ending? To think this might last and, come Monday, they would keep… getting along, at least? Was this just for tonight? Just because he was the only prom date alternative around? Could this keep going? Maybe… evolve?
Raven suddenly cast her eyes down, and Gar internally panicked—had some of what he’d been almost thinking translated into his face? Before he could even process it himself?
She had just shrugged off a bad boyfriend, he reminded himself. It wasn’t the time anyway.
He shouldn’t even be thinking of big what-ifs, but… friendship. Friendship was good enough for him. He didn’t have to know now where this was going. This morning, did he think he would be slow dancing with Raven Roch by the end of the day? Absolutely not. So he didn’t have to know now. He could be in the moment and wait for what the future held.
───
Notes:
*whispers* Enemies to last-minute prom dates 🤩
I know exactly what Gar and Rae are wearing in my mind I just didn't have the time to hunt down reference photos :(
My brain is fried, just enjoy! ❤️
#bbraeweek22#bbraeweek#raven#beast boy#bbrae fanfiction#bbrae#teen titans fanfiction#enemies to lovers#prom#garfield logan#teen titans#rachel#roth#victor stone#koriand'r#dick grayson#starfire#cyborg#dc fanfiction#fanfiction tag#robin#is it even a story by me if I don’t jump from one POV to another? no it’s not!
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Hey hey! If it isn’t too much trouble, could I please have a male marvel matchup please?
Personality: I’m super chill until you mess with someone I care about. I’m a nerd when it comes to history, cultures and music. Although I’m not shy or have that much trouble making friends, I’m a total loner. To the point that I’ve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. I’m pretty adventurous and I’m an INFP. So I can be in my feelings a lot but I’ve gotten better about not crying in front of others or showing my anger until I’m alone. I also try to stand up for what’s right and be understanding of those different from me. I’m pretty chill on the outside despite me having both adhd and anxiety and I’m generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when it’s looked at as flirting. I don’t have crushes that often but when I do I’m super into him until I see we’re not getting anywhere and disappear if I feel like things are taking too long to come into fruition. That being said I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance but with just about everything else I’m pretty levelheaded and think things through. I’m usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. I’m pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take days or weeks of me being alone. I’m really bad about standing up for myself but I stand up for others easily and hate intolerance.
Appearance: I’m a 27 year old black woman with locs that I sometimes put crystals in. I sort of have both a hippie and alt style but I also like dressing up sort of edgy. I’ve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well.
Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like collecting crystals, being in nature, being around animals, reading and crocheting. I also spend a lot of time reflecting on how to be a better person. Depending on the vibe and who I’m with I can be both a partier and a homebody.
Quirks: I’m clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth can’t keep up, if I’m really really attracted to a guy I don’t really talk all that much because I’m nervous that I’ll ramble or say something stupid.
Thank you!!
Your Marvel matchup is...... (Jk jk jk)
For real though, it's. .....
Bucky Barnes!
You both probably met while he was hiding out in the same country you happened to be in. He was recovering from the years he spent as Hydra's slave, going out into the world just to take time to think and be alone. At some point, he entered a museum dedicated to WWII, reminiscing and trying to regain his old self back, if that were possible. You were there too, with a friend, discussing the history of battle field tactics and guerrilla warfare.
He couldn't help but overhear your conversation, as it occasionally touched the Vietnam war and eventually, the war in Afganistan. Bucky felt compelled to stay where he was, pretending to watch a looped short film about the weaponry and mechanical inventions of each country's military. In reality, he could feel a sense of familiarity returning as you talked. Of course, no memory he recalled was pleasant, but it was his life story, and whatever Hydra took away, it was his right to reclaim it.
Eventually, Bucky joined your conversation, asking questions to test your knowledge of his previous world. Some things, he could elaborate on himself, but anything else was a foggy memory. This conversation led into all things pertaining to American history after the war. These were things, Bucky had missed out on. Your friend had long left to go home, and you both now stood outside of the museum as the streetlights came on.
It was late now, and you said goodbye while showing your joy at finding another being so passionate about history. Bucky debated if he should offer to walk you home, but he was clueless of the social etiquette of today. More or less, entirely clueless in general as it hadn't been his concern for so many decades.
Somehow, you meet again while picking up groceries, and have a brief moment of painfully awkward small talk.
"Do you live around here?" He suddenly blurts out, hoping that his lack of social skills wouldn't come off as creepy.
"Right now, yeah." You break eye contact for a moment. "Although I will be moving to the states in a week."
Bucky felt slightly disappointed, as you were the first person he had connected with outside of the Avengers and outside of his dark, violent life.
"Sorry."
"For what?" You ask
"I..," he paused, "...don't exactly know how to talk to people. I'm not used to socializing."
You shook your head, smiling a bit. "Not just you." Because he was obviously American, or just spoke really fluent English, you asked him if he would be going back to the US one day.
Previously, Bucky didn't know. But now, feeling a bit of hope for the future, he replied that he would be. After a pause, he suggested meeting to grab some coffee before you left. He was impressed with your amount of knowledge, and in relation to his own history, it gave him peace.
To you, he was mysterious. He was different from the men you had known. Although awkward, there were times when he surprised you with his chivalry and respect. You found yourself enamored and wanting to know more about him ever since the museum. You wondered why he was so strange. Like how he was clueless about popular events in American history, or like how technology confused him. Most of all, you wondered why it was hot out, yet he always wore long sleeves and a glove on his right hand.
Weeks later, he tells what's left of the Avengers that he won't be around for a while. He's taking more time off, as he sets out to your state. The next days ahead are both exciting and calming as you both bond over history and open up about personal struggles.
You dare to ask him about why he wears one glove, and he simply states that he has a prosthetic arm.
"What happened?"
He pauses, desiring to open up, but afraid to. "I used to be in the military."
You stay silent, waiting to see if he'll continue, but he doesn't. One day... Bucky tells himself... maybe he'll tell you everything.
Loneliness never reigns permanently over an individual's life, but companionship can be lost. Therefore, it must be preserved at any cost.
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Here’s to 20
A few days ago I turned 20.
It was a weird feeling.
I was actually dreading my 20th birthday, because it meant officially entering adulthood and I was not ready for that. Plus, now that I'm in uni all of my friends are somehow younger than me (and I'm a December baby, so that's saying a lot), so I was the first to reach this milestone, which scared me even more. I braced myself and, just like Dante stepped into the dark wood at the beginning of his Inferno, I prepared to venture into the unknown twenties, ready to face my own private hell. To my surprise, it was a really nice day: I was not scared, I enjoyed myself a lot, everything went smoothly and the world did not end. So of course I started wondering: what was I so scared of?
After a bit of deep thinking, I had a Rachel Green moment and I realised I was behind schedule: I was scared of turning 20 because it meant that the life I imagined for myself while growing up, the one where at 20 everything is perfect and I always know exactly what to do, was not going to happen; it'd just remain a fantasy in my head.
It started when I was 12: my best friend's older sister turned 15 and I was so in awe of it. I remember thinking that, once I turned 15, my life would be just like theirs, because they were so old, mature, cool. I was so so so sure that at 20 my life would be perfect because I would have it all figured out at 15, because 15 is the age you become old... right? WRONG. I turned 15 and I was still a baby. Fifteen was the age I found myself screaming at the tv while rewatching the Little Mermaid: Ariel was talking about being 16 and sooo mature and I got really upset because no?? she was not old?? she was still very much a child and her dad was lowkey right for wanting to protect her.
I'm not gonna lie, I was really confused after my 15th birthday: how could people be defined as grown-ups at 15? Why was I lied to, why did society make me believe I was gonna be an adult at 15? And I know I wasn't the only one thinking this: my friends, my parents, even newspapers were saying that, until a few years ago, people used to look way older than they were, so I couldn't help but wonder what went wrong with our generation?
Did we collectively forget to take a special potion?
Did we collectively miss one chapter in the growing-up book?
Was there a step-by-step tutorial on Youtube that we were supposed to watch?
Maybe we all just expected to magically become adults overnight, so none of us did anything to actually become an adult?
I don't really have the answer to this, however, I have the answer to what my problem was and, technically, still is.
I was talking to my friends about my terror of the big 2-0, and this friend of mine kept saying that in 30 years I'll wish to be 20 again, because 20 will feel so young. The thing is, my problem is not that I feel old... I just don't feel old enough. I don't think I've processed the fact that I'm not a teenager anymore, in my head I'm still 16... I don't feel 20 at all. And I am angry and sad, because the only reason I'm stuck at 16 is that deep down I feel I've been robbed of my teenage years. Everyone says I'm currently in the best years of my life, and I'm missing them because I just cannot move. My head is filled with voices that keep screaming at me to just let it go and be present, and no matter how much I try, I just can't. I can't move super fast like everyone else.
My teenage years are an ex-lover who decided to ghost me, and I need, crave, closure.
And since I'm looking for closure, I keep trying to find my teenage years everywhere I go.
And since I'm too busy trying to find my teenage years, I'm missing my twenties.
And when I'll be older, I'll probably start looking for my twenties, and it will just become a never-ending cycle of delusional and vain searching and not living.
Ferris Bueller said it best: "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it".
And I'm tired of missing out.
I can't really blame myself for not being able to move on though: time stopped within a minute, and it never started running again.
One minute I was drinking with my friends, the other I get a text saying there's a quarantine happening.
One minute I am cheering because I have two more weeks to study for my physics test, the other I'm begging to go back to school.
One minute I have my teenage years, the other I am alone in another country blowing 20 candles out.
But I want to change things.
So this is me, being finally old enough and letting go of my teen years. To quote Abbie Lee Miller, "You were great, but you didn't stick out to me".
And I now apologise to my 20s.
I'm sorry if I dreaded you, because you've been treating me pretty nicely for now.
I'm sorry if I ignored you, you are probably way cooler than teenage years anyways.
I'm sorry if I haven't been present, I promise I'll try to not waste you from now on.
so here's to 20, one of the best birthdays of my life.
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It’s kinda annoying because my (actual) diagnoses came during this “fad” of being traumatized and neurodivergent. So I feel like I annoy everyone when I talk about mine and that they don’t believe me/think I’m just looking for excuses/attention.
This is my story. Human names have been changed.
I am diagnosed Bipolar 2, ADHD, and Autistic.
I went my whole life undiagnosed of what was actually the reasons behind every single struggle I had, and there were, and continue to be ALOT. I talk about it so much because it’s a relief to understand myself now and to validate my experiences and start to heal and move forward. Since as long as I can remember, I felt out of place. Always a step behind everyone else and like I didn’t really belong anywhere. I was painfully shy. Speaking to people terrified me. I had frequent meltdowns and sensory issues that were brushed off as temper tantrums and being sensitive.
But I had friends. I had large friend groups I was a “part” of. I participated in team sports and dance. I maintained okay grades in school. I didn’t scream or meltdown in public. I didn’t stim or avoid eye contact (lol yes I did but had already learned to force it and my stims have always been low key). I didn’t have any “learning disabilities”.
Now I know the reason behind this is autism but it didn’t look the same as what everything knew it as, and girls especially learn to mask very fast and at a young age. And I did have learning disabilities. Auditory processing disorder is one. I mean I guess autism and adhd are learning disorders in themselves, but I don’t like calling them that. We just connect things differently and therefore learn, understand, and do things differently. But we’ve been told our whole lives we’re doing it wrong. We’re doing life wrong. But it becomes our normal so we think everyone feels like this.
Fast forward to high school. I’ve turned dark. My parents went through a really messy and toxic and abusive divorce when I was around 12. I’m 13/14 and I’m starting drinking, and smoke weed. This progresses to drinking heavily and often, and taking various pills. I’m diagnosed with major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder at 15. Medicated and things get better. I finish high school (still partying alot), go to University and do alright and kinda just party my way through it. I got off my meds cause I’m cured! Around 25 or so I start having panic attacks. I can’t leave my house. I go back on meds but as always am still apathetic about life. Panic attacks dissipate and I learn how to manage them when they do happen. Things are pretty good. I get my degree in geology, meet my then partner, John, get my masters degree and then a job. We have 2 dogs, one we got together and one I had previously, and 2 cats. It’s good for a bit and then I get bored and stop caring.
And then Covid hits. All routine and structure and societal need to socialize disappears. At first it was awesome. I could sleep in and working from home was nice. But then I got bored and started caring less and less about my work. I couldn’t focus, keep track of time or even days gone by, was experiencing executive dysfunction, sensory issues got worse, and much more. I now know this is ADHD and Autistic burnout.
I’m diagnosed with ADHD and do a bunch of medication trials. Nothing works. It makes me more apathetic and I don’t give a single fuck about anything at all. Even the one thing that brings me joy which is dog training. I realize my childhood was really abusive and traumatizing and I’d been normalizing it. So I start trying to heal from that.
My partner at the time was the only thing keeping me afloat (love you John) but it also took a huge toll on our relationship. We moved to the Yukon. I switched to a new company. I became even more depressed and move back to Alberta without him. I take all of the animals (2 cats and 2 dogs) because he’s on shift work. He gets super depressed without his Emma (dog) and finds a way to not be on shift work anymore so he can take care of her. So I send her back to him because they really did have the best bond, and she was born to be a wilderness dog. But this was heartbreaking for me. I get involved in an extremely emotionally abusive and manipulating and as I later find out, dangerous situationship. I’d known him for over a decade so I could trust him right? Dead fucking wrong but we will get into that later. John is still my best friend. I get a border collie puppy and she’s amazing. He gets involved in a relationship (also abusive) and cuts off communication with me. I finally get diagnosed bipolar 2 and and medicated for it. I learn my first manic episode was at age 19 when I decided to go to New Zealand for 2 months out of nowhere. I hate travelling. I barely remember the experience and I wasn’t drinking or doing drugs.
John gets himself out and we are best friends again. I couldn’t do life at this point without him.
Things are starting to make sense and get easier. I’m able to regulate my emotions better. I get myself out of that abusive situationship. I completely change careers and leave geology and the security along with it (it’s the best decision I’ve ever made). This change brings new meaning and purpose and joy to my life, but it also ends a years long friendship and my dog training community and support system.
Then my soul dog, Ernie, and the reason I’m a dog trainer gets bone cancer and dies. I reconnect with my previous friends from the training community (silver linings?).
My mom gets cancer which has spread and needs chemo. She’s starting her third set of treatments this week. The doctors are optimistic but she never tells us the whole truth about scary things. I’m scared but trying to be positive.
Then I find out the real truth about my situation-ship. Him and his friend have allegations of sexually assaulting women together. At least one his friend was charged for but they got dropped when she could no longer afford it. Our justice system sucks. Like how is that fucking possible. I learn of other attempted assaults or close call and just overall inappropriate disgusting behaviour. I learn of the other women. I speak to them and even befriend one. I learn he told us all the same stories that “he’s never shared with anyone before”, cooks the same meals, makes the same jokes, literally all the same things. This guy has zero conscience or personality and genuinely believes he is a good guy. He would always talk about what a good guy he is 🙄. Well he had me fooled and a trail of traumatized women before me. I learn he sent all of us at the same time pictures of his 2 year old niece. I’m disgusted by this because what human uses their toddler niece to gain trust from women. He’s despicable so I tell his sister in law.
Anyways I put that behind me and meet a really nice guy, Tyler. We have awesome chemistry and we get each other. But he’s in the dark place and can’t be what I need. I understand this because I’ve been there several times but it still really sucks. I’ve had a really hard time moving on.
Fuckface is back on the dating apps going by a different name. He’s so vile 🤮
My training business is picking up and I’m genuinely starting to be kinda happy. I can at least get more daily things done but it’s still a disaster. Still having a hard time missing Tyler but managing. Before bipolar meds I would have spiralled into my pit of despair.
A new dog comes into my life. She is an Olde English Bulldogge just like Ernie was and I sincerely believe he sent her to me. The week before I met her as a training client for a rescue I train with, I’d been feeling his presence a lot. I’m about to adopt her and I started a part time job at a canine physiotherapy clinic doing hydrotherapy. I love it. I get to see my best friend after 5 years and meet her little daughter.
So I think things are kinda progressively getting better with each setback. But frick can I just be done with everything needing to be a lesson?? I’ve got my PhD at this point.
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Twisted Wonderland boys and how good they are at roller skating / roller blading~~
Riddle - He's a smol baby and would probably be scared of roller skating. Would definitely cling to Trey the entire time he has the skates on. Does not want to leave the carpet for anything.
Trey - He's alright at skating, like he's not amazing at it, but he can still skate. Can skate well enough to help Riddle, doesn't particularly want to go onto the actually rink but will if he's with friends.
Cater - He can skate pretty well but he's always too focused about posting selfies of him skating on Magicam rather than actually skating.
Deuce - He's super excited to skate because he loves driving fast on the magic bikes but has no clue how to skate- so he puts them on and just runs ready to try them out then falls right on his ass.
Ace - he was fucking born in a roller skating rink- hes been in skates and roller blades since he was able to walk, he knows every trick in the book and just blows everyone away by it.
Leona - he dosent care about skating. Dosent know how, dosent care to learn. He just goes to the corner where's there's like a carpeted bench or one of the circles and just passes out with no care.
Ruggie - no one expects him to know how to skate. but here he is, skating as well as ace who was born on a skating rink- but he's amazing at it-
Jack - he knows how to skate and goes occasionally but not too often to know tricks just enjoys going with friends
Azul - He dosent know how to skate, but he heard that the school was going to be skating for an activity, so he spent the whole weekend learning how to perfectly skate, making sure he would never mess up even once.
Jade - it's the same situation with Azul, but Jade just wanted to be able to support Azul and Floyd in case they couldn't rather than needing to know how to skate for pride.
Floyd - Does not know how to skate, does not care that he doesn't, puts the skates on then just runs (doesn't even manage to stand up before falling) and falls, gets up and just runs around until he falls again, when people aren't in awe from ace and Ruggies skating they're watching Floyd fall and laugh his ass off, asking if he's alright while jade skates over to handle damage control.
Kalim - Again, doesn't know how to skate, but doesn't really need to he's happy that everyone else is happy and just sticks to Jamil when he tries to skate. He does try to skate on his own though because he wants to impress Jamil with it, doesn't do very well without the help though.
Jamil - Like everything else in life he's talented as all hell, hasn't even roller skated before, he just observed others while they were getting shoes and copied them, once he got a rhythm for it he already learned how to do it perfectly. Doesn't want to help Kalim all too much but has to regardless, though he does want Kalim to learn how to roller skate, only so he can leave him alone though.
Vil - If he said that he was roller blading from the time he could walk there's no one who would doubt it after seeing him. Turns out he learned how to ice skate from a young age rather than roller blading but hey you do you, he still looks absolutely fabulous and amazing out there.
Rook - No where close to Vil's skill but still good at both roller blading and skating, knows some tricks that he learned from Vil, also looking fabulous out there. Has his own black light colored hat for the occasion you cant convince me otherwise.
Epel - He knows the basics but doesn't care to know any tricks, the only thing that he does is go lightening speed around the rink, trying to make people think he's going to hit him, he rarely does and if he does its because the person didn't see him and got into the way and he had no time to get out of the way.
Idia - has no clue how to roller skate other than from a game he played once- doesn't even go roller skating because he doesn't know how to and isn't going to make a fool out of himself.
Ortho - Programmed to know how to skate and has a modification letting him put on roller skates / blades whatever ones he feels like, but never gets the chance to use it because Idia never goes roller skating.
Malleus - he doesn't know anything about what roller skating is- never heard of this strange thing before, has never attempted it, has never seen it either- on top of that when everyone was invited as usual malleus was forgotten :')
Lilia - This guys been around ofc he knows how to roller skate, he's got an entire outfit coordinated just for the black light they have and he styles on everyone, scares them too ofc because he skates silently and no one expects it.
Silver - He's been to a skating rink before with Lilia, but he fell asleep so he still doesn't know how to skate- and this time that he's going he still managed to fall asleep.
Sebek - Doesn't care about skating since malleus didn't know what it was, so Sebek just sulks in the corner since malleus isn't there and he's too prideful to learn how to skate and embarrass himself by falling.
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I think Terry would be a sappy drunk. I’m picturing him having a few too many at a party and getting extra mushy with Daniel, being super clingy and affectionate. Daniel is embarrassed but he is melting a bit at Terry being so sweet.
(Okay, anon. I went full fluff. You have been warned! :P I wanted to give you some CK-era Terry and Daniel because we know this giant snake man will only become softer as he ages. Hope you like!)
Terry is very affectionate when he’s drunk.
Daniel is very aware of the effect alcohol has on his husband, and yet, he allowed the older man to get to this drunken state tonight. He’s even been the one quietly refilling his glass with wine, but to be fair, he’s very nervous tonight. This is the first official introduction of Terry to his extended family since they reunited, and although he trusts his husband to turn on the charm, he knows Terry is equally capable of crushing someone with only his words.
It's not like he really minds the way Terry gets warm and languid against his shoulder as Daniel sits next to him on the couch. The problem is they’re not alone in the living room. His children are sitting across from them laughing at something Terry said, and Lucille is standing behind the arguing with Louie and Vanessa. Worse yet is how Terry’s hand keeps sliding around on his thigh, and he’s still strong even when he’s drunk, resisting Daniel’s touch attempting to push him away.
Daniel can handle a drunken, pissed-off Johnny or practically anyone else. But this is unbearable, the constant slide of too friendly fingers and warm smiles. His kids are a good source of distraction. Terry is usually well-behaved with Sam or Anthony in the room, but then his husband’s fingers are delving in to brush against his crotch. He suddenly stands up from the couch, glaring at Terry who smirks back at him, and then his gaze sweeps around the room to see everyone staring.
“What’s wrong, Daniel?” asks his mother, raising a brow at him.
“Nothing, ma,” he answers her, then turns his head to direct a glare at his husband who starts reaching up toward his ass. Daniel grabs his wrist before Terry can make contact, pulling a drunken older man to his feet.
Terry wraps an arm around his shoulder to stop him from falling, and Daniel is surprised by how easily he can fool people into seeming less drunk than his husband knows he is.
But Samantha is looking at them with a suspicious frown. “Where are you going with Terry, dad?”
He forces a laugh and comes up with a fast lie. “I forgot there’s something we brought back from Okinawa that I wanna show you,” Daniel answers, and that’s almost the truth. They did buy a few things he never showed everyone.
“What’d you get us?” asks Anthony with a smile.
Daniel takes his husband by the hand and begins to pull him across the living room toward the kitchen. “It’s a surprise. I promise you’ll like it,” he claims, pitching his voice louder.
“What do you need Terry for then?” he hears Louie ask with a laugh.
“Because….” Daniel drawls, still not pausing his stride, but he can’t think of a reason.
He’s almost thankful when Terry interrupts, laughing as he says, “It’s somewhere up high.” Even though the words sting a little, Terry makes the rest of his family laugh, and they don’t ask anything else while Daniel brings him into the kitchen as far as he can from the living room.
“Daniel,” Terry says against his ear from where he’s pressing his front against Daniel’s back. His words are warm and inviting as everything else he’s done tonight. “Did you really bring us in here to give them those chocolates?”
The urge to punch Terry in the face is strong. Even when he’s intoxicated, his husband is still so intelligent and reading his every move. But instead, Daniel turns around and pushes against his shoulders, forcing Terry against the kitchen. “No, I came in here to tell you to get a grip,” he hisses, pointing at him with his finger. Terry smirks and ducks to bite, and Daniel just pulls his hand back in time. “Stop it! I’m serious, Terry. My family’s in there, and you’re acting like we’re at some—-like we’re in the bedroom!”
Terry smiles and wraps an arm around Daniel’s waist, tugging until their chests come together. “I’m sorry, Danny,” he whispers in a soothing tone. “I can’t help myself when you’re just so….”
“Finally, Terry Silver is at a loss for words,” Daniel mutters under his breath despite the heat spreading to his cheeks. He sighs and rests his palms against the older man’s chest. “Just keep your hands to yourself at least until they leave. Then we can do whatever you want, okay?” Not like he expects Terry to do anything but pass out even seconds after they exit the door.
The grin across Terry’s features spreads. “I’ll try,” he whispers. “But can’t I have something to tide me over?” He nods at the empty kitchen. “We are alone right now.”
Daniel rolls his eyes but gives in as he usually does to his husband. “Real quick cause Anthony is gonna get impatient,” he sighs then leans up, intending to give him a chaste peck. Though Terry’s hands end up in his hair, dragging him closer for an open-mouth kiss.
He takes like wine, sweet and rich with alcohol, but Daniel’s not offering the least resistance. His mouth is opening to let Terry’s tongue slide past his lips against the roof of his mouth. There’s warmth spreading across his tongue, and he can feel Terry’s erection rutting against his own growing in his pants. He lets out a low moan, failing to keep quiet, but Terry’s hand is gliding down his back to dig into his cheeks.
There’s only one place this is going, and it’s certainly not somewhere Daniel wants to go with his family in the other room. He pulls back from Terry to narrow his eyes at the smirking older man. “That’s enough,” Daniel tells him, but his voice is too breathy to be much of a warning.
Terry tips his head back so the wall can take his weight, and when he speaks, his tone lacks any teasing. “I swear,” he declares, and Daniel almost believes him.
With a sigh, he points up above his husband’s head at the cupboard above the refrigerator. “Can you get the damn chocolates? We need this to be at least believable,” Daniel grumbles.
“Of course,” Terry agrees and turns around, reaching up to retrieve a box wrapped in a yellow bow. Then he grabs Daniel by the hand, leading him back into the living room while only managing to stumble once. “Who wants chocolates?”
“Me!” comes a shout from Anthony, Louie, Vanessa, his mother, and surprisingly, Sam as well. Daniel smiles as his family swarms his annoying drunken husband.
#1000+ words#my writing#fanfic#silverusso#terry silver x daniel larusso#the karate kid 3#cobra kai#ck era#drabble#fluff#a brief make out session#daniels soft for terry#terry is a bit drunk#but soft and adorable
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