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ssahotchnerr · 8 months

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Hiya Katie! How about domestic Aaron pampering her when he find out she's pregnant and jack makes her a get well soon card because he thinks she's sick but she tells him he's going to be a big brother and jacks ecstatic and Aaron is just like all smiley and happy about being a father again and maybe hoping for a girl because hotch is such a girl dad like 🤭🤭 also I love your work so much! It makes my day! Your an amazing writer ❤

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thank you so much & ughh that's the sweetest <3333 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, pregnancy, reference to vomiting wc; 1.1k

"buddy, what are you doing?"

you've been awake for awhile now, unwilling to part from the comfort of bed. your eyes are still closed, and in curiosity, you keep them that way.

"i made mom a get-well card." jack's voice is closer than aaron's, and you can hear him shuffling at your bedside. you hear a soft crinkle of a paper, a quick stagger of your water glass, as he sets the paper against it. "i heard her throwing up this morning, so i wanted to make her feel better."

morning sickness has been your worst enemy so far during your pregnancy. it was what made you question if you were pregnant at the very start, and has been frequently reoccurring throughout your first trimester. it feels like the majority of your time these days is either spent in the bathroom, or in bed absolutely overwhelmed with nausea.

if permitting - when you're leant over the toilet, aaron is always seated on the bathroom floor beside you; rubbing your back in soothing circles, holding back your hair when necessary, whispering an apology or words of encouragement. you insist he doesn't need to be present, the sounds and visual of you retching surely disgusting nonetheless. but he insists he remain put, joking it's rather romantic actually, there's no place he'd rather be.

but in all seriousness, he claims it's the least he could do, and wants to support you in all and any way he can.

even this morning at promptly five am, you had made a mad dash to the bathroom. aaron, never the light sleeper, accompanied you in the bathroom just as quickly as you had entered it.

his tenderness doesn't stop there; he'll grab your ginger ale, crackers, pretzels, anything to relieve your queasiness and keep it at bay. he even joked (but did consider) with the idea of buying you a mini fridge to keep in your bedroom - for even easier access. or if he's not home, you don't have to search far.

the two of you have known about your new littlest addition for a few weeks, and couldn't be more ecstatic. jack - not just yet. but you figure that's a case that will soon be remedied.

you can hear a soft chuckle escape from aaron, and you can easily picture the smile you know is on his face. "that's real nice of you bud, i know she'll love it. but in the meantime, c'mon, let's let her sleep, yeah?"

you hear jack's sock-covered feet pad away on the carpet, the sound of the door softly shutting following soon after.

you fall back asleep without meaning to, exhaustion reigning over your body. but an hour later, and after tearfully looking at jack's card, his scribbly print wishing you well and a doodle of yourself and him, you find the two of them in the living room; jack's on the carpet, busied by legos, while aaron's on the couch, watching some show on the television.

aaron notices you before jack does, raising an eyebrow slightly in question - silently seeking confirmation on how you are feeling now.

you give him a nod, and he seems to relax more against the back of the couch. as you join him, jack's eyes lift.

"c'mere," you pat the empty spot between you and aaron, and soon enough, jack's sandwiched between the two of you, curled more so into your side. aaron grabs the remote, clicking off the tv.

"thank you so much for the card." you place a kiss on the top of his head, your arm going around his shoulders and giving him a squeeze. "you're the sweetest, have i ever told you that?"

"all the time." jack says, his emphasis making you laugh gently. but concern quickly fills his face, his eyes a bit troubled. "are you sick?"

you shake your head, brushing some hair away from his forehead. "nope."

the concern is now replaced by confusion. his eyebrows furrow, making him look extremely like this father. "why'd you throwed up?"

"well..." you exchange a look with aaron, glancing at him overtop jack's head. there's a smile tugging at his lips, a small sparkle in his eyes. "sometimes... it happens. when you're going to have a baby."

it takes jack a few seconds to internalize what you've just told him. but his head whips up to look at you, and then aaron, and then back to you. his eyes are wide. "a baby?"

"a baby." aaron confirms, arching an eyebrow in question. "any objections to being a big brother?"

"no!" jack vigorously shakes his head, his face lighting up even more, grinning from ear to ear. "really?!"

you grin right back. "really."

jack nearly jumps right onto you in excitement, aaron's hands flying out to catch him so the fall isn't as forceful. his gentle warning of careful, is barely audible over jack's next inquiry.

"is it a girl?!"

"we don't know yet," aaron answers, his voice catching slightly which prompts your gaze to switch to him. there's tears threatening his eyes, pooling at his waterline. you swear, you've never seen him so happy.

you help him, adding on, "we'll find out in a few more weeks."

jack nods at this information, still buzzing. "i really really want a sister. but a brother would be super cool too."

aaron nudges jack with his elbow, lips quirking into a smile. "i really, really do too. but more than anything, a healthy baby is what we want."

"a healthy baby." jack agrees, with a small nod of his head. his arms wrap around yourself, burying his face slightly into your abdomen. "that's so cool! i can't wait."

now it's your turn to look at aaron, tearful.

somehow, now that jack is aware, your family feels more complete. you and aaron have talked about growing your family, have discussed it with jack, for as long as you can remember - what it'll be like, having another little hotchner running around and causing havoc, potential names have been tossed around, jack wants to teach his expertises, legos and soccer. you’re eager to see a newborn in aaron’s arms, the new-dad-to-another glow present in him. at the time, it was distant; all memories to hopefully be made someday.

that time, that someday, has finally arrived. and if jack's reaction is anything to go by, you just know, the two of them will the absolute best of friends.

you can’t wait, either.

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falloutkeiji · 2 years

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4 times eddie calls you sweetheart + 1 time he actually means it

words: 1.7k

characters: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of drug use (weed), light drinking, cursing, use of the nickname “sweetheart,” implied panic attack, the tiniest bit of angst

notes: this is my first fic pls be gentle w/ me. this is a play on the fic trend from a while ago that was like 4 + 1 things. anyway. hope u enjoy my blorbo writing

pt. 2

✰ the first time ✰

the smell of weed, tobacco, and incense hit your nose as you crossed the threshold into eddie’s room.

he plopped himself on his bed with a grin and flipped his black lunchbox open with a flourish.

“so…” he starts, drawing out the vowels way longer than he needs to. “what can i do for ya on this fine day?” he says in a faux professional voice.

the smirk on his face is playful, and he waves his hands in front of the dingy lunchbox as if he’s showing it off.

you play along with his bit, standing up straighter and pretending to be in deep thought. “i’ll take your finest product, sir. the best herbs you have on the market,” you reply.

eddie throws his head back with a raucous laugh, his hair falling behind his shoulders with the motion. you watch as his eyes squint shut and his mouth falls open as he shakes with the laughter. you really didn’t think what you said was all that funny, but the thought fades away as you watch him laugh unabashedly.

as his laughter dies down into small snorts, he grabs a small baggie of prerolled joints.

you stare at the bag in his hand, not making any motion to grab it. “what’s this? this isn’t what i’ve gotten from you the last like, 4 times.”

eddie’s grin grows on one side, and he waves the bag back and forth in the space between you two. “oh, you know. just wanted to make things easier, since you can’t roll for shit, sweetheart.”

it’s obvious he’s just trying to irritate you, but the knowledge doesn’t stop the flush from rising up your neck. you snatch the bag from him, muttering “asshole” under your breath, but you’re secretly thankful he went through the work of rolling your weed for you.

✰ the second time ✰

“welcome to music and more!”

eddie’s bored voice echoes through the empty store. he’s bent over the counter at the front, hair falling in front of his face as he writes quickly in a notebook.

it’s evident that he only heard the bell ring at your entrance and hasn’t seen you come in, so you stroll quietly up to the counter.

standing directly in front of him now, you can see his eyelashes fan over his cheekbones as he doodles characters for his next campaign. the action is so endearing that you want to scream and cry, but you watch him silently for a minute before clearing your throat.

“ahem, sir. i would like to speak to the manager.”

eddie’s head shoots up, a look of annoyance quickly fading into relief when he sees that it’s you standing there. “oh, thank fucking god. you scared the shit out of me there for a second.”

“whatcha drawing, munson? something nerdy, i presume?”

he glares at you before snatching his notebook away. “anyway,” he shouts, fixing the store lanyard that hangs around his neck. “why are you here?” he says suspiciously.

you gasp at him, hand against your chest in offense. “so rude, eddie. so rude. how dare you speak to a paying customer like that? i should have you fired for this.”

he grins at you, leaning up against the counter before replying. “i think you’re actually here because you can’t resist my epic salesman charisma, sweetheart.”

the flush returns to your face at that stupid fucking pet name, and you reach over the counter to punch him in the arm.

the conversation is dropped when, in typical eddie fashion, he collapses in a fit of dramatics onto the floor.

✰ the third time ✰

the awakening truly happens the third time he calls you sweetheart.

you’re packed into a dingy bar, surrounded by your small group of tipsy friends and a larger group of older, drunker men.

you’re stuck at a sticky barstool, waiting for the person you came for to get their ass on the stage. but, as is to be expected, the man of the hour is late.

30 minutes past their listed starting time, eddie and his band strut onto the stage.

for the next 30 minutes, your jaw is on the (beer-covered) floor.

you’d seen eddie practice before, had seen him singing and playing in his room and had even seen him practice with the rest of corroded coffin, but this was different.

eddie was up on that stage, hair teased up and eyes lined in black. his energy was electric as he played his guitar and banged his head to the song that you were, frankly, not even listening to.

the entire set passed in a daze, and you barely snapped out of it when eddie came bounding up to you after the show.

he was all giddy with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. his hair was all over the place, and his eyeliner was smudged due to sweat, but you thought he had never looked prettier.

his excited grin turned teasing when he saw your awestruck expression. “seems like you enjoyed the show, sweetheart.”

if your face burned up, it could be blamed on the alcohol.

✰ the fourth time ✰

you had been avoiding eddie.

it had just become too much.

it was the one too many “sweethearts” that he so casually threw at you, but it was also, like, everything about him.

it was the fact that he was such a nerd and so passionate about his interests that he didn’t care. it was the fact that despite his flair for the dramatics, he was so sweet all the time, especially to you. it was the fact of his beautiful, stupid fucking hair and his pretty, stupid fucking smile and his hot, stupid fucking rings.

it was a wonder that you hadn’t fallen for him already in the years that you two had been friends. but now, you were at a complete loss.

you couldn’t do this to him. you were one of eddie’s only loyal, unconditional friends. you couldn’t put yourself in a place where you were lying to him and expecting more from him than what he could give you.

despite your better judgment and the churning nausea in the pit of your stomach, you grabbed your house phone and dialed a number you’d known by heart for years.

“hi, thank you for calling the munson residence! you kill ‘em, we grill ‘em! this is eddie speaking, how may i be of assistance to you?”

the anxiety you felt couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat at eddie’s greeting. it was a running joke for eddie to answer the phone with a different, equally ridiculous greeting each time.

“hi eddie. it’s me,” you speak quietly.

“oh hello! i should’ve recognized your laugh anywhere. to what do i owe the pleasure today, sweetheart?”

there it was again. that stupid fucking nickname. the reason that you had to make this call in the first place. the reason that your heart was racing and you felt bile rising up your throat.

and it wasn’t just the nickname. his casual tone caught you off guard and made you want to hang up the phone and forget this ever happened. you had expected him to be mad at your week-long avoidance, but his tone made it seem like he didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care. how was he still fucking flirting?

after an awkwardly long pause, you remembered that he had asked a question and was definitely still expecting an answer. “um. can we- can i come over?”

✰ + the first time he means it ✰

being in his room makes things like exponentially worse.

you’re surrounded by eddie. his entire soul is bared across the small room, with his band and movie posters, with his band shirts strewn across the room, with his notebooks filled with drawings and lyrics, with his guitar, with him.

“so….” he starts, twirling his hair around his finger and holding it to his face. “what did ya wanna talk about?”

he’s visibly nervous, if the hair twirling and leg shaking is anything to go by. you feel bad for making him nervous, but your own nerves are making it impossible to say what you need to say.

after a good minute of silence, he opens his mouth again. “swee-“

“that,” you cut him off.

he drops his hair, moving his fingers to play with his rings. “what?” he asks, his eyebrows raising up into his bangs in confusion.

“that. that fucking word, eddie. stop calling me that.”

“sweetheart?”

“yes, eddie, fuck.”

he looks at you for a while before speaking. he seems hesitant, not knowing exactly how to react to your outburst. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i really am. that was never my intention. i was just messing with you.”

frustrated tears fill your eyes. “that’s the problem, eds. that’s the fucking problem. that you’re just “messing” with me. i don’t want you to just be messing with me. i really, really like you. i didn’t realize it until you started calling me sweetheart and it made me so flustered and i didn’t know why it made me so flustered but it’s because i fucking really like you and i’m sorry and i really didn’t want to ruin our friendship so if you don’t wanna speak to me again that’s fine i just can’t handle it anymore and i just had to tell you. i’m sorry.”

at this point, the tears are fully streaming down your face. your breathing is labored, both from the anxiety and the long-winded rambling. you shut your eyes so hard you see colors because you can’t stand to see eddie’s reaction.

you flinch when you feel a warm pressure wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “breathe for me. in and out, you got it,” he says quietly, gently resting his hand on your shoulder.

it’s after a few minutes of his coaxing that you finally relax. once he feels you stop hyperventilating, he leans back to look at you. “so… if i tell you that i’m not just messing with you, can i start calling you sweetheart again?” despite the casual air of his words, he is back to twirling his hair and avoiding your gaze.

you glare at him half-heartedly. “and what is that supposed to mean?”

“it means that i like you too, dumbass.” despite this brash confession, eddie’s face is flushed with color as he grabs your hand in his. he kisses your palm, and you pretend not to shiver when he whispers “sweetheart” into your skin.

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topgun-imagines · 2 years

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Pay Attention

Requested: no

Summary: Ice needs something to fiddle with. Braiding your hair seems like a good idea.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

The multi-platform classroom was noisy as you and the other Top Gun students filed into the room. Being one of the first in the dimly lit room, you sat between Chipper and Maverick. You placed your feet on the metal bar in front of you as you doodled on the corner of your notebook page.

Your peace only lasted a few more moments before Chipper pulled your notebook away making you roll your eyes. He drew a tic-tac-toe board before marking his spot and handing it back to you wordlessly. With nothing better to do you joined in on the game. Other students entered the room while you and Chipper played, the row behind you filling as Hollywood, Wolfman, Iceman, and Slider all piled into the row, leaving the rest of the class standing behind them or seated on the stairs.

“Damnit,” Chipper mumbled as you smirked, crossing your win on the board just as Viper, Jester, and Charlie walked in. The room quieted down once your instructors made it to the front. You grinned as Chipper rolled his eyes, flipping you off as you turned to face Viper as he began speaking.

In the row behind you, Ice pulled his pen out of his uniform pocket and began twirling it expertly around his fingers.

The lesson began as Jester pulled up the flight simulations that each pilot had submitted, Viper beginning to lecture Maverick on his. Charlie hopped in as well, critiquing the pilot for his risky maneuvers that if done incorrectly, would surely get him killed. You paid little attention as the blonde instructor in front of you flirted with Mav. Ice shifted behind you, sitting up in his chair and no doubt smirking at the interaction.

Viper switched from Maverick to you, commenting on how it was a perfect example of a textbook maneuver. You took notes on his and Charlie's comments which were significantly shorter than the ones they had for Mav due to the fact that your plan was way less likely to get you killed.

A noise sounded from behind you, causing you to glance back to see Ice’s gold pen rolling down the platform and up to the front of the room. Snickers erupted through the class which were soon silenced by a harsh look from Viper. Ice groaned quietly as his pen clattered on the floor, ignoring the stares of the other aviators and flipping Slider off when he teased him.

Everything went back to normal and the lesson continued on. You startled slightly when you felt a warm breath on your neck. “Can I play with your hair?” Ice whispered, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. You nodded slightly, trying your hardest not to draw attention to you and Ice. The pair of you had been dating for a while, first meeting in the academy before you ran into each other and reconnected a few years ago. While neither of you had said anything about your relationship, everyone could tell the connection the two of you had. No one dared to say anything, however. Except for Maverick.

Ice straitened again and reached his hands down. He pulled the elastic out of your hair and began running his finger through it. It was soothing to have him play with your hair and you knew he felt the same. Your blond pilot was always fiddling with something whether it be a pen or his aviators he always had something in his hands. It helped calm him.

Focusing on the lesson, you noticed that Viper had moved on to criticizing Hollywood’s tactics, leaving only two people left.

Ice’s fingers moved through your hair skillfully. He brushed out a few of the knots, being careful not to hurt you or pull too hard. You leaned back into his touch, Ice leaning forward slightly to make it easier. His fingers were gentle and deliberate as they moved through the soft brown strands of your hair. Chipper heard your quiet hum as Ice began scratching your scalp and turned to look at you. He grinned at you when he saw your relaxed face along with Ice’s hands in your hair.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you felt Ice begin to separate your hair into three sections, smiling softly when you realized what he was trying to do. Ice knew how much you loved when he braided your hair, always offering to when you struggled with it. He was good at it too, managing to make it better than the last each and every time.

Out of the corner of your eye, you checked the clock, noting that there was only about 20 minutes left of the lesson.

The pilot behind you began braiding your hair, his long, skilled fingers weaving it together, expertly. Your hair was long, meaning that it would take Ice at least 15 minutes to properly braid your hair like he wanted to. Not that he was complaining.

Viper and Charlie continued to lecture you on the plans that each of you had submitted. They finally came to the last group which you could tell would take a while. Their plan was worse than Mavericks. Viper droned on about how their decision was reckless and foolish, a decision that would surely get them killed and destroy their plane.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of Ice’s fingers gently pulling your hair into a tight braid. He could win a medal for this. You thought as he secured the end of your braid with the elastic he pulled from your hair earlier. While Viper and Charlie were busy scrutinizing the pair in the row behind Ice, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the back of your hair, pulling back but leaving his hand on your shoulder.

“Class dismissed.” Viper called. You were startled, opening your eyes and moving away from your boyfriend’s soft touch.

Gathering your notebook and pencils you stood with Chipper, ready to make your way out of the classroom. “I thought you came in with a braid?” He commented offhandedly.

You rolled your eyes fondly at the person you considered to be one of your best friends. “Well then, you obviously don’t pay much attention.” You teased your RIO. Chipper grumbled something colorful under his breath in return.

The pair of you were just about out of the classroom when you heard Viper's voice behind you. “Kazansky,” He called. You watched your blond pilot turn toward your superior. “Next time, try to pay attention,” Viper tossed Ice his pen as the latter gaped at his superior. You and Chipper snickered as Ice let out a stuttered ‘Yes sir’.

a/n: Thanks for reading! This is just a short (but hopefully cute one) Hope you enjoyed! Requests are open

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wonbriiize · 2 months

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hii !! i luv ur works sm, so i was wondering if i could request a ot7 (i think thats it, with like the individual members ? ) about a reader who has curly hair. but tysm for reading my request !

riize with reader who has curly hair

note; thank you sm <3 this was a bit challenging to write as i didn‘t really know how to approach this, but i hope u still like it !!

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✶ shotaro

learns all about curly hair; takes the initiative to educate himself about curly hair techniques, products and routines to better understand and support your hair needs. he knows how complex curls can be so he does all that to help you feel less stressed about them. will always tell you something new he learned about curls (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

✶ eunseok

regularly compliments your curly hair; expresses appreciation for its natural beauty and uniqueness, tells you to not straighten your hair too much because you’re only going to damage it and your curly hair is what makes you you. encourages you to to embrace your natural hair. never fails to make you feel good about your curls ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

✶ sungchan

bedtime hair routine; helps you with your nighttime hair routine, gently detangles your curls and helps you brush them. softly massages your head after you’ve done the routine because now he wants you to relax and enjoy being in each others presence. also gifts you curly hair products so it’s easier for you to do your routine (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

✶ wonbin

helps you style your hair; whether it’s helping to detangle, applying products, or even learning how to create simple hairstyles. tells you which hairstyle would go best with your outfit. he also lets you style his hair and sometimes asks you to braid it (if it’s long enough) so he can have wavy hair to match with your beautiful curls ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡

✶ seunghan

surprises you by doodling characters with curly hair on love letters; sometimes he even attempts to draw you with your beautiful curly hair. he also leaves little notes around the house, each expressing his adoration for your curly hair in creative and heartfelt ways ♡･ᴗ･`♡

✶ sohee

curly hair themed cooking night; you have a cooking night at home, where you prepare curly-themed dishes together such as pasta with curly noodles or curly fries, while playfully comparing your culinary creations to your curls. the night ends with the two of you watching a movie with a protagonist that has curly hair as well ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

✶ anton

a curly hair scavenger hunt; he organizes a scavenger hunt around your city, with clues leading to places that hold special memories for you. at each shop, he leaves a small curly hair related gift or compliment for you, adding an extra layer of sweetness to the adventure ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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cuddling with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i have nothing to say other than these are so cute im giggling n kicking my feet

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"do you really need to be attached to me for the whole movie?" you asked, chuckling at the way your boyfriend, jiwoong, had entangled your limbs together while getting comfortable for your weekly movie night. he only smiled, pulling a blanket over your bodies as he pressed play on the movie you had decided on.

"i like to be comfy, is that a crime y/n?" he teased, the opening credits acting as background noise for his whining. "it is when you fall asleep in the first half of the movie every time." you pouted, contrasting the way you grabbed his hand to throw over your stomach. he let out a huff at the accusation. "i do not!"

fast forward 20 minutes and your boyfriend was out cold, head resting on your shoulder as he let out quiet, even breaths. eventually the ending credits had started rolling and you reached for the remote to turn the tv off, when you felt jiwoong stir awake next to you. a yawn escaped his lips as he noticed the credits scrolling past, "that movie was really good." he smiled, rubbing his eyes.

"jiwoong, you fell asleep like 20 minutes in." the embarrassment came over his face almost immediately, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "well the one playing on the back of my eyelids was fantastic."

zhang hao ;

"your hair smells nice," zhang hao mumbled, tightening his grasp on your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. you chuckled at the random compliment, "thank you love," your hand came to rest on top of his on your waist, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his body.

you could tell he was getting sleepy, his grip relaxing and his breathing slowing, but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts flow past his lips. "you're perfect, in every way, i don't think you hear that enough." you were thankful he couldn't see the blush rising to your face, because you were sure by now you were a deep shade of red. he complimented you all the time, but he especially liked to when he was sleepy and pressed against you. "you're too nice to me hao."

"i'm serious," his words slurring the longer he stayed awake, "you are so amazing and i am so proud of you," his words were dragging out longer and longer as he went on, but that didn't stop him. "never forget that." you squeezed his hand, "i won't love, and the same goes for you.

he hummed in contentment, satisfied with your acceptance as he let the sleepiness take over his body, unbeknownst to you. "i love you hao." you mumbled, getting radio silence from the boy. he fell asleep. taking it as a sign to drift off yourself, knowing you were in his arms made it that much easier.

hanbin ;

"stop it~" hanbin whined in between in between fits of laughter, "it tickles." you had your boyfriend pinned under your arm as you peppered kisses over his burning cheeks, loving the sound of his laughter too much to stop. and when he was as pretty and cute as he was, how could you not shower him with affection? only settling down when your arm was getting sore from holding all your weight, collapsing into his side.

you found yourself in the crook of his neck, lips merely inches from his neck with your arms caging him in. these times were your favorites, just getting to be close and affectionate with the boy you wish to never be apart from. at some point hanbin had started mumbling nonsense while you pressed light kisses to the exposed skin on his neck, giving mumbled responses every now and then against his skin.

"sounds like you had a busy day," you whispered, doodling imaginary shapes on his stomach as you listened to him ramble, getting a hum in response before he rested his head on top of yours. "this makes it all worth it though," he giggled, cheeks still flushed from earlier, his ears matching with a similar shade of red.

you couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face at your boyfriend's cute actions, "glad to be of help."

matthew ;

"morning sleepyhead," you ruffled your freshly awoken boyfriend's hair, smiling at his half asleep state, getting a groan in return as he pulled you closer to his chest; your head resting on him while his arm was wrapped around you, starting to play with your hair.

since meeting matthew, you had become somewhat of a morning person, and this was why; loving the way it felt to be completely engulfed in his scent and presence, his sleepy morning rambles and the way you could hear his heart beating in his chest. it was perfect, he was perfect.

"how'd you sleep darling?" he finally had awoken enough to form words, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "not too bad," you answered simply, getting a similar reply from the boy when you returned the question. "we should get up shouldn't we?" he asked, already knowing the answer but not quite ready to face it.

"probably," a sigh escaped your mouth as you nuzzled into matthew's chest, too comfortable and warm to think about the cold world outside of your blankets. "but it can wait."

taerae ;

after a long day, you and your boyfriend taerae had found yourselves finally winding down for the evening, resting on the couch with some tv show that you both found mildly entertaining playing quietly on the tv; but you weren't focused on that, more so enjoying the melody your boyfriend was humming.

it seemed every day was a new song with him, whether an original melody he didn't want to forget or a popular tune that frequented his playlists, he always had something playing in his head. with your head nuzzled in his neck you could occasionally feel the vibrations against your skin which was surprisingly relaxing, and exactly what you needed at the end of the day.

"what song it that?" you questioned, humming the tune back to yourself, "it doesn't sound familiar." you trailed off, trying to flip through every song you knew he loved lately. he smiled wide, not realizing how much attention you had been paying to him, "it's something i've been working on at the studio," he smiled, "i could sing you a bit, if you'd like."

listening to taerae sing was one of your favorite activities, his sweet voice made you feel at home in some sense, and it always put you in a good mood, so who were you to pass up the offer. "please do."

ricky ;

for most, moments in silence are awkward, some even opting to use the word suffocating, but that was never the case with you and your boyfriend ricky. you loved moments like now, the sun rising in the sky as he had his hand firmly on your waist. no words spoken, just enjoying each other's presence.

every once in a while ricky would drag his finger along your exposed skin, sometimes tracing shapes that you liked to try and guess; most of the time it was little hearts, which made you blush like no other, but you'd never tell him you knew. that was your little secret.

it wasn't often that you two showed affection out in public, not really a fan of pda and you were sure your friends weren't either, so you really cherished these moments, getting to be affectionate and vulnerable with him behind closed doors.

"hi," he finally broke the silence with a simply greeting, leaving a smile to appear on your face as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into the kiss. "good morning ricky."

gyuvin ;

something that everyone noticed about your boyfriend on first glance was how tall he was, and sure, that was great, but they've never had to deal with his long limbs with nowhere to fit them. this morning was like most, gyuvin laying on his stomach, an arm and a leg lazily thrown over your much smaller frame, rendering you trapped.

you couldn't complain much, you loved having him there and loved feeling his presence, you didn't even get annoyed with his incessant kisses most of the time. but at some point you had to get up, against your boyfriend's wishes, of course.

"gyu, we can't lay in bed forever." your comment earned a pout and a sigh from him, and you could already sense the whining tone about to lace his next words. "but why not~" he dragged out, hoping it would convince you, "i think the bed would get very lonely without us."

the laugh that erupted from your chest was louder than you thought, your hand coming to cover your mouth only to be stopped by gyuvin's arm across your chest. "five more minutes." you sighed, knowing you weren't going to win this fight anytime soon, "five more minutes."

gunwook ;

"i'm so lucky to have you," gunwook giggled, throwing his arm lazily over your waist as you laid face to face in bed. the boy always got very talkative in these times, rambling on and on praising you and showering you with affection; he had always been one to show his love with words, and you couldn't help but smile every time.

"i could say the same wookie," your thought interrupted by a yawn escaping your lips as you brought your hand up to move a few stray hairs out of his face, watching the way he leaned into your touch. you were fighting to keep your eyes open by this point, but gunwook was perfectly content admiring you in your sleepy state, much preferring your pretty face to the back of his eyelids.

his hand started rubbing your side lightly, helping you drift off further, "get some sleep y/n." he smiled, knowing you could use the rest as another yawn came from your mouth. "you should sleep too gunwook," your eyes were long shut now, simply feeling around for your boyfriend.

you couldn't see the smile that plastered his face, but it was one of the biggest, "don't worry about me, goodnight pretty."

yujin ;

"i'm so tired," you whined, throwing your bag to the floor as you walked into your boyfriend yujin's bedroom, getting a smile and head tilt as he ushered you over. "we could always take a nap," he smiled, moving over for you to sit next to him. "we don't have to go out with gyuvin hyung for another few hours."

you pondered the idea for a moment, weighing the pros and cons even though you knew you would cave in for the idea regardless, "i think that's one of your best ideas yet." you moved down on the bed to get more comfortable, yujin following suit. "should we set an alarm?" you asked, turning to face the boy.

"we have hours, we'll be fine." he said matter-of-factly, smiling as his hand dragged down your arm, stopping at your hand as he linked pinkies with you. before you knew it you had fallen asleep and were subsequently waking up to the incessant ringing of yujin's phone, the time displaying 8:09pm, an hour after you were meant to meet gyuvin, who had left 12 missed called.

"yujin, wake up," you shook the boy awake, getting a groggy unintelligible response from the boy before you filled him in, simply getting a shrug. "i guess we were really tired, huh?" a small laugh left his lips, causing you to giggle at the incident. "it was well-deserved rest."

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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if you haven’t gotten it yet, “nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” for Eddie 🥹

AN | I’m not even gonna lie and say I’m not projecting with this. But here we are. I love a sweet, shy Eddie….and I might even have thrown in one of my favorite tropes for a little razzle dazzle. Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Drug Mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

here’s a lil part two if it should please you!

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Eddie liked watching you. Holy fuck. He felt like a creep admitting that, even just to himself.

At least he wasn’t some sort of weird stalker…no, he was more of…an admirer from afar. Sometimes going unnoticed was nice. He’d learned a lot of things about you that way. He knew that if you were laughing too hard, eventually it would just turn into a squeaky wheeze that left you breathless. He knew that you had a tendency to cover your mouth when you were smiling because you were self conscious of having too big of a smile.

He knew that you liked wearing soft, pretty dresses and sweaters in all colors of the rainbow. He knew that despite the fact that you came off as quiet you managed to find your voice when necessary. He knew that you wore the same perfume everyday, and it managed to make his brain go haywire. He knew you were kind to everyone. He knew that you liked to smoke and drink sometimes and would come to him when you needed a fill.

He knew that you’d always seen him even when he felt like he was invisible. He knew he loved you. Not…not love. Liked. Liked. Right? Love was too strong and there was no way that metalhead Eddie Munson was in love with the soft, pretty girl. No way. You were different from him, that was all. He was just fascinated by the vast differences. Surely that was all. If he was the dark, then you were the light and while the two could co-exist, they weren’t made for one another. That’s what he told himself anyway. If he believed it was just an odd fascination he had with you, it was easier to keep his distance. But that was already a challenge on its own, one that was wearing him down more with each passing day.

“Eddie?” he blinked his way back into reality as he watched Dustin wave his hand in front of his face, “everything okay?”

“Just fine, Henderson,” he promised with a tight lipped smile. Before he was fully willing to let go of his little viewing party, he cast one final look in your direction and found you watching him. His heart rate increased tenfold as you beamed at him and gave him a small wave. He barely managed to raise his hand in response, surprised that you had caught him, and even more surprised that he had caught you doing the same thing.

“Eddie!”

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“Hiya,” you’d spotted his unruly mop of hair from the distance and had practically run over to him, purposefully slowing down so you didn’t look too eager. He’d been doodling in his notebook but looked up at the sound of your voice. His full lips parted slightly in surprise at your appearance and his cheeks warmed up. What if you’d come to yell at him for starting? For being a creep? You sat down on the old bench across from him, “how’s it going, Eds?”

The use of his nickname made him weak in his knees, and he was thankful for the fact that he was sitting. He swallowed thickly and reminded him that there was no reason to be nervous, you were just another girl that he knew, “good, yeah. Fine. I’m good. You’re good…shit. How are you?”

“Are you alright?” you laughed at his stammering as his cheeks flushed a soft pink. He noticed that you’d gone to put your hand in front of your mouth again, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he reached over and wrapped his ringed fingers around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. You made a small sound of surprise at his delicate touch, “what was that for?”

“Your smile,” he somehow managed to regain some confidence, “you cover it up. Why?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, feeling warm from his curious gaze, “I have a big mouth and big smile I guess. Some kids used to make fun of me for it. Just a habit to cover it.”

“You shouldn’t,” he insisted with a smile of his own, “your smile is beautiful.”

“There’s no need to tease me,” you gave him a small, closed mouth smile as you lightly swatted his hand away, giggling nervously. Ugh. Why did you still have to get so nervous around him? You’d known him for years, it shouldn’t be like this. It was Eddie. But that was the problem in and of itself - it was Eddie.

“I’m not,” his insistence was firm and from the determined look in his eyes, one that made your stomach somersault, you could see that he was serious, “it’s like sunshine. You should never feel like you have to hide it.”

You stared at him for a few, long quiet moments with your breath caught in your throat. Was someone as beautiful as him really complimenting your smile? You opened and closed your mouth a few times in search of the right words, but found yourself unable. There was plenty you wanted to say to him, but you couldn’t do it. Not this right now - not with the way he was looking with those soft, big brown eyes, “umm…so anyway. I came here for a reason. Business purposes naturally.”

“Business,” he repeated as his heart dropped ever so slightly. He was trying to figure out if you were being serious or…not. If you were being honest, the business aspect had been the last thing on your mind but you’d chickened out from saying anything else and opted for that excuse, “mhmm. What can I do for you?”

“Well, you are the resident weed man,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills, “I’ve got $25 if you’ve got any to spare.”

“I…” sure, he sold weed to almost half of Hawkins and he’d sold to you several times, but when he just…couldn’t. He didn’t want your money, he’d rather have any other part of you that you would be willing to give him, “actually I’m fresh out. Sorry.”

“Oh,” your expression faltered slightly as you shoved the money back into your pocket. You wondered if he was telling the truth or just didn’t want to sell to you for some reason, “well, you are a busy man after all. I’ll try you some other time.”

“Sure.”

“Well,” your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a gesture not unnoticed by him before you gently tapped your knuckles against the table, “I guess I should get going then.”

You stood up and he followed suit, wiping his hands on his ripped jeans, “h-hey.”

“Hey yourself,” you teased back, watching a softness creep back into his eyes.

“I-I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“I hope so,” you tilted your head to the side and gave him your biggest smile, halfway through reaching up to cover your mouth, but stopped yourself and flailed your hands around. He laughed at your silly gesture, “see you around, Eds.”

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If you had told Eddie Munson that he’d find himself on your doorstep on a late Friday afternoon, ringing your doorbell with nervous anticipation he would have laughed. He wasn’t the type of person to pursue someone. But you weren’t just someone. Not to him.

“Coming!” he heard your voice soft call out before he heard the sounds of what he was sure was you bounding down the stairs. Within a few moments, you’d pulled open the door, breathless and smiling happily, “Eddie! Hi! Wait…Eddie? What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here. Because I do! I mean - I, ugh, it’s a surprise is all. Pleasant surprise. I…”

“Yeah?” he laughed softly at your jumble of words as you bounced up and down your heels.

“Yeah,” you promised, “what are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

“No, actually,” he looked around before digging into his pocket and slyly holding out a small bag to you, “replenished stock.”

“Oh! Let me grab the cash,” you were already going to turn around but he gripped your arm lightly to stop you, “you didn’t have to come all the way over for just that, love.”

“No cash,” he insisted as you huffed dramatically. He almost choked on thin air at what you’d just said. If you’d noticed, you didn’t show any indication that you did. You motioned for him to go on, “I have…a request. Like a…quid pro quo or whatever it’s called.”

“So a favor for the weed?” you asked as he nodded, nervously scratching the back of his neck, “sure, anything you need, Eds.”

“Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?” he stammered it out so quickly you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and he sighed at himself, “there’s this gig tomorrow and these other guys have been bugging me about never going out and I told them it was because I was spending time with my girlfriend. It was the first thing I could think of and I just want them out of my hair.”

“Eddie,” you laughed, that sweet, soft sound that threatened to break him and get him on his knees in worship, “that’s so silly! You told them you had a girl instead of just saying you don’t like going out?!”

“It was the heat of the moment!”

“Eds!”

“Fuck, I know, I’m so stupid,” he groaned before looking at you with a softness you had never seen before in those ridicuslosuly beautiful eyes, “but it’s just for one night and it doesn’t have to be long, maybe an hour or two.”

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time,” you were trying to keep your weak resolve from completely crumbling. The idea that Eddie had asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, even if it was just for a few hours, made your heart practically sing. You might have imagined dating Eddie a few times…might have. But you’d never admit that. You definitely did not fall asleep while playing out all sorts of sweet scenarios between the two of you. Definitely not. Nope. You’d never once imagine him kissing you until you were breathless. Never. Or maybe more often than not.

“I’d owe you everything,” he pleaded and you couldn’t say no. It was only a few hours, what could go wrong? Plus, then you’d get to spend time with Eddie with no pretenses and with no need for excuses, “come on, sunshine. Please?”

“Alright,” you gave in and he let out a sigh of relief, “only for tomorrow right?”

“Right,” he nodded fervently, “and free weed for life or whatever you want.”

“Eddie,” you leaned in and before thinking too much of it, kissed his cheek quickly, “what time are you picking me up then, boyfriend?”

“How about six?” he asked, his cheek practically on fire from your kiss. He wondered if the rest of his skin would feel like that if you kissed him more. He was dumbfounded for a moment, his fingers brushing over the skin your lips had touched before he snapped back into reality, “m-maybe we can grab dinner beforehand or whatever, it’s not-”

“Perfect,” you promised and he visibly relaxed. Eddie Munson had never once been left this shy and flustered by anyone before. And yet here you were, doing it without any effort. He was an absolute sucker for you , “I, ugh…I’ll see you at six then.”

“See you at six, Eddie.”

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She was all colorful pretty nails, cute dresses, and soft makeup. The warm, sweet smell of her perfume and natural scent had ingrained itself in his mind, and he wished it could have clung to his clothes, his pillows, everything. But, he realized, the issue was exactly that. He loved everything about you but no one would believe that Eddie Munson was dating a soft-spoken pretty little thing. No, he was going to need you to play the part completely - if you’d still be willing to do him the favor. Surely you could stand being grunged up and messy for one night. That was if you didn’t immediately laugh at the idea and slam the door in his face.

He knew that deep down, despite the pretty vision you presented, you were much more wicked and sinful. Just like him. Eddie had the feeling that the two of you were much more alike than different, even if it wasn’t obvious.

At six o’clock on the dot, Eddie knocked at your door and you opened it within seconds, as though you had been waiting for him. You had been.

“Hi,” you were bubbling with excited energy at the thought of your date - even if it was pretend. He looked you over and found it almost endearing that you were dressed down in a hoodie and some old, threadbare pajama pants, “you’re just in time!”

“Gonna go out like that?” he raised an eyebrow as you looked down at yourself and sighed. You reached for his hand and started to pull him inside.

“I need your help,” you insisted, “I couldn’t figure out what to wear. Will you help? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

His brain went haywire at the thought of not only seeing your room and closet, your sacred spaces, but helping you pick out clothes. He’d give you his own if that had been an option, “s-sure. Do you really-”

“Yes,” you shut the door and laced your fingers through his as you started up the stairs, “don’t worry, no one’s home. And even if they were, it wouldn’t matter, I already told them we’re going out.”

He couldn’t even think of anything to say to that. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t ruin anything?

Once in your room, you shut the door and moved him so he was sitting on your bed. The fabric of the blanket was soft under his calloused fingertips and he was tempted to lie down and make himself comfortable.

“Okay,” you turned around and pulled out a few things and tossed them next to him, “I have no clue what to wear, and I know this isn’t exactly my scene so maybe you could help?”

“Funny,” he grabbed one of the shirts you’d tossed towards him, playing with the soft fabric, “I was thinking the same thing. Are you sure you don’t mind getting down and dirty for one night?”

“Nope,” you insisted, secretly thrilled at the idea that you’d look more like him than your usual self. Sure, you liked soft, pretty things, but you liked things with a hard edge too. Just like Eddie, you supposed, “you’re the artist and I am but a humble muse.”

He almost choked on air at your words before he collected himself. He stood up and ghosted his fingertips along your jaw, the simple touch electric, “first - do you have a pair of scissors?”

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“Stop squirming,” he had a nice smile. All teeth and dimples and magic. This close up you could see that he had the faintest sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks and nose. His eyes were a labyrinth of different shades of chocolatey brown and gold flecks; he was beautiful. You found it hard not to wiggle as he held your jaw and attempted to smudge black eyeliner under your eyes, “I’m gonna poke an eye out!”

“I can’t help it!” you giggled, “I’m ticklish and it feels funny!”

“Almost done,” he promised, his tongue sticking out in concentration. You stood as still as possible as he worked in silence for a few moments before he made a small sound of triumph, “there we go.”

He stood back and admired his handiwork, amazed by the difference a little dark, grungey makeup could make. You were just as pretty with it or without it. You nudged him with your hip so you could step in front of your mirror. You almost didn’t recognize yourself as you stood there in jeans that were now covered in various rips and holes, a fitted black shirt topped off with the red flannel that he’d run and grabbed from his van. As soon as he’d put it on you, you were enveloped in his warm scent and decided you would try to steal it. At least for a little while anyway. Your eyes were now lined with the dark smudgey eyeliner and your lips were a dark red. It was completely different from your normal look, but at the same time, it felt like you, “hmmm…”

“Hmmm,” he came up behind you and caught your eye in the mirror, “you don’t like it.”

“On the contrary,” you insisted as you turned to face with excitement written all over your face, “I love it. And your flannel. Which I’m totally calling dibs on by the way.”

“Oh?” he crossed his arms over his chest and you caught a glimpse of the bats he had tattooed on his forearm. You nodded confidently and he gave up any guise of being serious, “it’s all yours, sunshine.”

“I always get what I want,” you scurried back to the closet and grabbed a pair of converse, sitting down to slip them on. Do you want me? The question was on the edge of his tongue but he couldn’t quite get it out, “ready to go, love?”

“Y-yeah,” when did his voice go back to its prepubescent state? He cleared his throat and nodded, holding his hand out to help you to your feet, “let’s go.”

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You were halfway through your shared stack of pancakes and milkshake at the small, out of the way diner you loved, when you caught him studying you intently. You swallowed the bite you had just shoved in your mouth before looking at him with wide eyes. Tapping your fingers around your mouth, you tried to find any crumbs or mess, “is there something on my face?”

“No,” he shook as he reached for his straw and took a long drink from the glass. You set down your fork and watched him curiously. This time he grew self conscious, “what? Something on my face now?”

“No,” you promised, worrying your bottom lip as you weighed over your next words carefully, “Eds? Can I ask you a question? Serious question?”

“Of course,” his heart was thumping wildly against his ribcage, and he was surprised you couldn’t hear it. He was sure it would burst through any second, “go on.”

“I know this is supposed to be a…fake date,” your voice grew quiet as you drummed your fingers along the tabletop, “but what if I don’t want it to be?”

“You don’t want to go through this? I-I can take you home…”

“No, Eddie, it’s not that,” you insisted quickly as you leaned in closer to him, “what if I don’t want this to be a fake date but a real date instead?”

“Real?” he repeated as you turned your gaze away, finding it impossible to look at his face, “you want to go on a real date with me?”

“Yeah,” you chanced a look at him and he found him watching you closely, “I do, Eds. I-I didn’t mean to make this awkward so I, umm…I understand if you don’t want to-”

“I do too,” he settled his hand on top of yours, his larger one swallowing yours whole. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but turn your hand over so his palm was touching yours, “I’ve wanted that for a long time. I didn’t think you’d ever actually want to go out with me and I figured that a fake date would be worth something.”

“I don’t even want to admit how many times I imagined asking you or you asking me on a date,” you admitted shyly, “I just didn’t think you’d ever like me.”

“What?” confusion crossed his features as his eyebrows almost shot up into his hairline. He giggled lightly and you couldn’t help but want to make him laugh like that again. You’d do anything to hear that sound, “you thought I wouldn’t like you? Now, I’ve heard it all. Seriously?”

“Don’t laugh!” you were smiling too, unabashed and excited, “you’re all cool and fun and I’m so…not.”

“You think I’m cool?” you nodded eagerly at his surprise, “I’ve got you fooled then. I happen to be a pretty big nerdy loser.”

“I guess I’m into pretty big nerdy losers,” you leaned and flipped his palm so it was facing up. You traced a finger lightly over the long lines, “is that yes then? Can we make this a real date?”

“Yeah,” he agreed readily as your face lit up, “the first of many I hope, sunshine.”

“I hope so too, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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vlrspace · 1 year

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cw: this is just a small fluff with a slightly bold! 3rd year deku. enjoyy

wc: 4.1K

an: first published fanfic ever, so i’m aware it isn’t the best but we’ll improve.

aizawa’s voice fills the room, most focusing and actually taking down notes, while some are trying to fight to stay awake and doodle. not that you’re dropping into the latter, but lately more and more rabbit like doodles fill up the margins of your book.

it isn’t necessarily that you aren’t listening to what aizawa is actually saying and you don’t care about your grades, but lately funny emotions are erupting in your heart and you’ve been feeling a little bit off.

you are well aware what these feelings are, what more like who causes them and how they were born. however the timing was quite bad, you would’ve been happier if these feelings would’ve come later. in the future when it’s easier to get over your probably unrequited feelings for a boy everyone adores. not that it’s a problem, of course everyone is adoring him, he’s such a sweetheart with a kind nature and his aspiration to become a hero is a huge influence to those around him.

honestly, you couldn’t blame midoriya izuku for being blessed with nothing but good traits. he’s always lending a hand if you’re in need of help with school or training. he’s asking how are you doing at every chance he sees you, gives you an ear if you want to talk, and often he circles his muscly arms around you to pull you closer to him if you need some comfort.

you often wondered if he treated everyone else like this or if it’s just you? although it’s better if that question remains unanswered for your poor little heart. you are already overthinking, your brain is like an ocean, overflowing with thoughts till you zone out completely. barely realising how mina came to stand beside your table asking you if you wanted to grab lunch.

“you have been in your own world lately” tsu says with slight concern laced in her tone. you shoot her an apologetic smile.

“i apologise, sometimes i get carried away and just zone out completely. i am not intentionally ignoring you girls” you beam, hoping your answer is enough for them to not continue on pressing the topic.

maybe though, your answer had been half a lie. you are somewhat ignorant when you’re day dreaming and zone out completely, hoping that the green haired hero-in-training wouldn’t talk to you unless necessary.

mainly, since your second and now your third year at u.a. started, izuku had been through a growing spurt. he’s no longer smaller than most boys in your class but he’s 6 foot something and his hair is tamed with a little undercut. he’s more buff, broader and easily towers over most, even if he doesn’t mean it to come off intimidating. to say he’s gotten hotter is an understatement.

of course, his personality hasn’t changed drastically but he grew a bit more confident in himself and bold as well. he’s still stumbling over his words at times and gets flustered with blood red cheeks but it’s getting rare.

“ohh, what’s on your mind (y/n)? do you want to talk about it?” ochaco offered, her cheeks flushed with slight redness as always as her eyes gazed on you warmly.

“it’s just school and training i guess” you answer softly as you all make your way down to the lunch hall. “thank you though” you give the girls a side hug as you all walk towards the lunch hall.

when you got there, the girls separated to walk towards their own little groups and you cluelessly stood there, not knowing who to join, you’re friends with everyone. without thinking you grabbed mina’s arm asking if you could join her and the bakusquad. she took a hold of your hand while grinning at you, she lead you towards their table.

“(y/n), it’s so good you’re joining us, we dared kaminari to eat bakugous usual lunch” kirishima laughs with sero, wiping their tears. at least jiro covers her mouth hiding her laugh.

so this is how lunch went, bakugou smirking victoriously, kaminari chucking water after water to sooth the spice left in his throat and the others chuckling and eating. plus the nagging thought at the back of your head that a pair of eyes are watching you from afar, but every time you looked around you didn’t see anyone. bakugou must’ve noticed this sitting next to you as he gave you a look.

“are you paranoid or something, shorty?” he smirks as he somewhat softly pushes your shoulder.

“no, i’m not! just my quirk is acting up.” you mumble looking down at your finished lunch. “anyways should we head back to class? the bell rings in a few minutes” you suggest as you start to stand up from your table and thankfully the others follow.

the second you get to class and take a seat, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, and just as you were about to relax, izuku walks in with shoto, talking about something and his eyes find yours, giving you a wide smile.

oh no, now he’s walking towards you.

“are you alright (y/n)? ochaco and tsu told me during lunch that you’ve been kind of out of it because of school and training. is there anything i can help you with?” izuku stops next to your desk and gives you a wide smile, eyes bright green. why is he looking so intently in your eyes?

you swiftly collect yourself turning to look ahead of you thinking what to say without messing your words up before finally answering his question quietly.

“i’m alright, thank you” you turn to look up at him and he’s smile is smaller, eyes filled with concern. “are you okay?” you ask finally giving him a smile, but his answer goes unheard when aizawa walks in the room and izuku hurries to his seat, muttering a small sorry towards you.

for the second time today, you let out a sigh from deep within you.

nothing interesting happens after that, apart from you bolting from your seat towards the door and quickly make your way towards your dorm room. you catch up with studying and went on a small jog around campus. after a lovely shower, feeling so much better without all the sweat underneath your clothes, an empty stomach is the only thing stopping you from going to bed.

kaminari, sero, kirishima and mina are all shouting, seemingly in a harmless argument as you walk in the common room. you turn towards shoto who was leaning against the wall and ask him what is all the commotion about. he gives you a gentle smile while explaining how the four is arguing about what movie to watch, all four having different ideas in mind. you let out a small laugh, and you start engaging in a small conversation with the bi coloured boy.

the feeling of being watched is returning and you looking around, subtly not wanting to catch shoto’s attention. again, nothing seems to be out of place. maybe you are being paranoid just like bakugou said.

your conversation with shoto is cut off when you feel a presence behind you, causing shoto to look up from you and you turn around. izuku is standing behind you, he’s smiling like always but he’s eyes look a tad different, darker. but it’s probably from the lighting, he’s looking down at you and it’s his hair, shadowing his eyes. yes that’s it.

“the others decided on the movie we are watching. lets go and sit down.” izuku’s hand is already on your lower back, gently pushing me towards the sofas.

“oh okay, what movie are we watching?” you ask, turning slightly towards him, hoping he doesn’t see the slight blush on your face.

izuku answers your question, as you both sit at the edge(!!) of the sofa, ochaco turns to you excitedly, explaining how one of the actors is her celebrity crush. the lights get turned off while you’re focused on your conversation with her, mainly because izuku is sitting next to you, your heart is going wild, you hope he doesn’t hear it, the butterflies in your stomach are doing flips and you feel sick just from the sitting next to him. you got it bad for the green haired male, but you’re only just realising how bad it is.

izuku on the other hand, he isn’t any better than you. he got his eyes on you for a while now, and is absolutely smitten by you. he thinks you’re absolutely stunning, everything about you is pretty (according to him, pretty doesn’t even come close to how good you look - that’s what he said to the dekusquad), but he’s even more attracted to how amazing you are on the inside. you’re smart, considerate and kind to everyone, you’re helpful, a good listener and so on.

he loves being around you, being with you, having you around, he yearns for you, he wants to touch you, hold your hand, kiss your lips, stroke your cheeks, holding you in his arms. he wants to take you out on dates, study with you, train with you, introduce you to his mum, just spending more time with you would make him the happiest man alive.

izuku is more than aware of the fact that everyone in the class knows about his crush on you. he’s thankful that no one said a word about it to you though. what makes him a little bit worried is that no one seems to know if you got a crush on anyone, you always seem so indifferent when the topic is brought up. he would totally understand it as well if you tell him that you don’t feel the same.

at the same time, izuku knows that if he wants to get answers and even if there is a slight chance of you liking him, he needs to step up his game. so after a few pep talk with his renewed friend kacchan and girl best friend ochaco, he became a bit bolder when it came to interacting with you. hugging you, lingering touches here and there and after seeing how you reacted the first few times, he continued on.

because honestly, you look so cute with the slight blush on you cheeks and the way you shyly smile and look away from him. so when the movie is halfway in, he puts his arm on the couch behind your head, causing your side pressing against his toned torso. izuku can feel you stiffen slightly but after a while you ease up and lean back to him, not fully but it made izuku’s heart beat faster and his cheeks are slight flushed. ochaco gives him a quick look with a tiny smirk before turning back towards the tv.

izuku hopes he hasn’t ruined anything between you two with this, but he would’ve talked to you tonight either way about how he’s feeling. he also didn’t want kacchan to tell you about his feelings because the ash blonde boy was too tired of hearing about the lovesick thoughts his friend (we all know they are!!) bombarded him with. he also knows that you’ve been somewhat avoiding him for some reason, he’s not an idiot and his heart can’t take it anymore.

so tonight, izuku will confess to you and he hopes you’ll accept him.

as the movie is coming to an ending, the lights come back on, izuku’s arm is still behind you with his hand now slightly next to your face. you’re heart is beating even faster, knowing that this display will be seen by all of your classmates. on your right, izuku doesn’t seem all that fazed, talking with ochaco, tsu and iida about the movie. for some reason that makes you blush so very dark, you can practically feel your face growing hot at how he’s not afraid of others seeing you two like this.

a hand is slightly brushing against the edge of your shoulder and you turn around to face izuku, who’s looking down at you, beaming.

“what did you think of the movie?” he’s gently stroking your shoulder now, his eyes only focusing on you.

“ah uh, the movie was, uh very good. i enjoyed it a lot” you stutter ripping your eyes away from him but before you could say anything else, you hear a few snicker from next to you causing you to look around the room. everyone is looking at you excitedly, some are smirking and mina is holding her phone towards you and izuku.

oh no, she must’ve taken a picture.

you turn swiftly to look at izuku, who’s looking at you, his face calm, eyes warm and somewhat lidded, lips curled in a small smirk. your eyes are wide in contrast and your lips form a small ‘oh’. your face definitely looks like a tomato, you’re sure of that, you let a nervous laugh.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom” you excuse yourself as you stand up, already missing the warmth of izuku’s hand on your shoulder. you hear someone call after you, but you are almost running towards the elevators at this point to get to the safety of your room.

the second you walk through your door, you rush in and flop on your bed and grab your pillow, shouting into it. now for sure everyone know about your feelings for izuku and you’re even more confused about what he’s feeling towards you at this point, but at the same it felt so good being so close to him. is there actually a chance that he feels the same as you?

while you’re planning on hiding away in your room forever, a knock is heard on your door.

“it’s open” you mumble from under your pillow, not even bothering to see who came in.

“hey girl, did i take it too far?” you feel the bed dip as mina lays down beside you. you take the pillow from your face and throw it at hers, she catches it and laughs.

you turn towards her, eyes a bit glossy but you give her a smile. “no you didn’t, just…you see, uh” you trail off not knowing how to tell her your feelings for izuku. after a few minutes she starts talking.

“i know that someone is going to confess to you tonight” you sit up as soon as you hear that and look at her with the widest eyes ever “but you never told us who you have a crush on or if you even like someone, you know.” she sits up too and starts stroking your arm, it doesn’t feel as good as izuku’s. “i don’t want to put you and the other person into an uncomfortable situation so please tell me (y/n)”

this took you off guard, you never expected anything like this. someone in your class likes you, and you hope it’s izuku. you’re kind of hesitating to tell mina about your crush though. it’s not that you don’t trust her, you simply have a hard time opening up about it.

“i like izuku.” your voice is so small, she can barely hear it. mina can barely contain her smile though, she needs to go through this without letting you know anything. the others are probably having a harder time with izuku anyways, who’s downstairs having a crisis.

izuku freaked out the second you left, knowing he messed everything up and took it too far. everyone was trying to calm him down while he held his face in his hands. izuku loved having you so close to him in the past hour, you felt so warm and soft, but he never meant to make you feel like you had to run away from him because you didn’t like being around him

suddenly kirishima swings his arm around him as he plops down on the armrest. his phone is open in the messages app and shows izuku the last message. izuku reads it, his thought going wild and so is his heart, he cannot believe it.

meanwhile, mina puts her phone away, while you put yourself together a bit. you often turn to look at her and she gives you a reassuring smile. she knows you must be a little bit confused and anxious what the rest of the night will bring you, but she also knows that by the end of the night, you’ll be the happiest human alive, that alone made her happy.

“okay, i think i’m ready to go back” you stand in front of your door, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “i hope the others won’t be mad at me for storming out”

“no need to worry about that babes” mina hugs you then you two leave your room, her arm linked with yours.

when you reach the common room, everyone is talking and some of the boys are playing games, like nothing happened. kirishima came up to you two, taking you both under his arms.

“you two will miss out on the competition. we are trying to find who’s the king of mario kart-“ “it’s me you idiots” “of course you are bakubro! i feel like he’ll blow up the console if he doesn’t win” kirishima whispers the last bit to you two, causing you all to snicker.

you feel like you’re being watched for the third time today and suddenly you’re reminded about what happened not just long ago. you look around to see if izuku is still around or maybe you completely ruined everything and now he doesn’t want to talk to you or be around you. before worry could fill you up, your eyes meet with his emerald ones from the same couch you two were sitting on. you shot him a small smile and he’s eagerly sending you one back and then you turn your attention back towards mina and kirishima, trying to focus on them.

ten minutes later, you are somewhat engrossed in the conversation about music with jiro, you feel him before he makes himself known, jiro excuses herself quickly as you turn to look up to izuku from your seat. he gives you a warm smile, but his eyes are nervous, voice a bit shaky when he asks you “let’s go and talk somewhere private, yeah?”

you only nod, following him outside and into the back garden of the dorms and you two take a seat on the bench, facing the building. there is a slight tension, and it’s a bit uncomfortable for you both but then izuku starts speaking.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable during the movie or any other time” he starts of quietly “i didn’t mean any harm, ever, i just wanted to be closer to you. you always make me feel so warm and happy like i’m always on cloud nine (9). you’re so amazing, smart, kind and pretty too! “you turn towards him, indecisive if it’s a good thing that he says all of this or a bad thing and he’s about to reject you. either way your heart is in your throat “oh my, you’re so pretty, i always dream about you. i ache for you (y/n), every time we are together i feel whole. i admire you for your patience towards others, your drive to be a hero and you always know how to make someone smile. i will make you smile every day too, if you take me (y/n), i adore you so much, i feel like i’ll burst” he ends his confession and turns your way, eyes teary and cheeks red, you haven’t seen izuku like this in a while.

the person mina said will confess to you tonight is izuku, you have a fat crush on izuku! now that’s mind blowing.

your thoughts are everywhere and nowhere, and you know the longer you stay silent and the worst izuku will expect to happen. you gather your thoughts as fast as you can and turn fully towards him.

“i adore you so much too izuku” your words are barely audible, he can barely make it out what you’re saying, but when he does, his eyes go wide and you let a giggle out. that seems to bring him back, giving you a small smile. “we could burst together” it comes out more of a question, you’re returning his smile.

at that his smile gets wider and circles his arms around you, pulling you extremely close. he tucks his face into your neck and you swear you feel tears running down from his face. when he pulls away, one of his hands find the side of your face, and presses his lips on yours. your arms round his neck and fingers disappear in his curls, his hands make their way down to your hips. his tongue swipes across your lower lip, asking for permission and you gladly gave it to him.

izuku didn’t intend on leaving your lips till you both are breathless but you leave first, making him chase after your lips and you let out a soft giggle, which makes him smile. you pull away a bit to look up at him, still not believing that he feels the same way as you. you take in his face, eyes lidded and dark, face slightly red and lips plump, slightly wet. he leans in a gives you a long peck before pulling away, moving so you sit on his lap. you play with the curls on top his head, seemingly deep in thought and izuku decides to pop the question.

“i would really like it if you became mine” he whispers, one his hand finds its way to you cheek again, caressing it. the smile on your face becomes bigger, looking at those emerald eyes that swirl in nothing but pure love and adoration.

“i would love that” you give your answer, which he was probably waiting for, quite long time. the second the words leave your lips, he stands up and twirls you two around, making both of you laugh. he sets you down on the ground and kisses you again, this time with more passion. “let’s go back inside, mina’s and ochaco’s eyes will pop if they stare out on the windows any longer” you snicker.

izuku takes a hold of your hand and you walk next to each other, both of you still trying to process everything that just happened. when you woke up, you did not expect tonight turn out this way. you look down at your fingers being laced with his, and trying not blush at the fact how his fingers were twice the size of yours.

when you two arrive back at the common room, everyone is pretending like they are doing something but when they see your hands, the girls crowd around you, all of them giving you a hug, while the boys shake izuku’s hand. the girls bring you aside, asking you to tell them everything because they did see bits, but didn’t hear anything. you gently squeeze izuku’s hand, silently letting him know that you’re leaving and he squeezed your hand back with a smile.

you’re in the middle of the story, the girls surrounded around you as you all took up a whole couch the farthest one away from the boys, when you feel like you’re being watched again and this time you found who the pair of eyes belong to.

izuku is sitting on the couch, all of the boys around him as well and they are all talking to him but his eyes never leave you. izuku couldn’t even focus on anyone else right now even if he tried, he feels like he’s high on ecstasy. the girl he’s been pining for a year now, wants him as much as he wants her. he’s yearning for real this time, and he know he won’t be able to get enough of her soft lips, gosh he’s thinking about kissing them right now. when he had you in his lap, so close to him, he wishes he could hold you just as close again. the butterflies in his stomach must be rioting because when you look back at him, he knows you feel just like how he does.

and you never felt so safe and loved under a gaze like that before.

(a few days later, izuku’s background on his phone changed from all might to the picture mina took of the two of you)

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danyvhell-writes · 10 months

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vere hcs? preferably for a sub reader but it's fine either way!! thx a lot :P

General Vere headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Thanks for the ask <333 Took me more time than I planned but here it is ! (Sorry for the wait lil anon, I was quite busy this month :') Writing about him was so fun, he's just so malicious and silly ?? Hope you'll like it hehe >:)

• Anything becomes a reason to tease you ! A little smile you gave him ? A blush ? Stammering even just a bit ? He will tease you to death if he can.

• He sees everything. Think you can hide something from him ? Ah, how naive of you. If something bothers you he will know, don't try to put on a mask. "Oh someone seems upset hm..." "No I'm not !" "I just said someone, why do you think you were targeted MC ? Care to explain yourself ?" he says with his devious little smile. You don't even need to speak, he reads you like an open book :').

• Not one to talk about his feelings openly but definitely makes you know when he appreciates your company ! It might be by taking you to private operas, going to fancy teahouse, gifting you little paintings he did, inviting you for shopping and more...

• Want to know how he truly feels ? Pay attention to his ears. They tell a lot more than he does, depending on how they twitch, their angle and much more... reading him becomes way easier.

• Would 100% write you letters. Casual letters where he just writes about his life, spicy letters where he describes in various ways how he would devour you... Whenever he needs to express something, he writes to you and doesn't even expect an answer ! You'll open your enveloppe and see "I can't believe Vanessa, this absolute rotten bitch, stole my silver ring ! Can you believe it MC ? I should rip her finger off with the ring and keep it so she remembers her wrong..."

• If he can get any reaction from you, it's a win. Loves to see how you'll respond to his flirty proposition, especially if you get flustered 👀

• You know this type of people who hit furnitures/stuff when they laugh ? Well Vere does it but with his tail, tell a funny joke and you can be sure you'll get hit (gently...or not) with it !

• Would be thrilled to analyze your sketchbook if you're an artist. Trying to hide it from him ? Not an option, you will show him everything ! I just know he'll sneak it to look through every pages, taking notes of striking elements and how your artstyle translates with different techniques.

→ Drawing sessions with him omg ! At first he'd joke about needing a live model and why not try nude modeling but at the end you guys end up super concentrated in your respective art piece. Definitely wouldn't mind becoming your muse tho...

↑ Adding into this but, he'd leave little notes and cute doodles when you're not looking. You just open your sketchbook and see next to your recent stuff "The lines are timid I know you can do better ;)"or "I was there..." or even "Draw me next time ! I'll be the best piece."

• The both of you together can easily become absolute menace to society. The cheer chaos you can cause is too much for this city ! If Kuras ever finds out about your malicious plans, he'll be disappointed.

• Will let you brush his hair and tail if you're good enough. "Mess with my hair and you know what awaits you !" Please convince him to try new hairstyles, make him even prettier than he already is >:)

• As much as he is an expensive fox, he'll enjoy homemade gifts. He won't show it too much but he keeps everything you've made for him at his place. Bonus point if it's decorative pieces ! (The thought of you taking time to put effort into something for him makes him smile more than he can admit).

• This man likes to cook so don't hesitate giving him recipes you like. Not sure he'll succeed preparing them but the effort is always well put ! If you're good in a kitchen, he'll find an excuse to cook/bake with you.

• Enjoys showing you around the city, especially secret places. He doesn't just share his secret spots with anyone so you can feel privileged !

→ Talking about spots he likes, he will take you to his favourite restaurants. You'd expect fancy, luxurious place but no ! Most of them are little family business owned by the same people since decades. The food is straight up heavenly and you let him know. "I've been around this city long enough to know the best places ! You shouldn't be surprised."

• Grows really protective of you. Of course he knows you can defend yourself, but if anyone dares to hurt you, they'll have to face lethal consequences. Anyone threatening you "Do you want me to break their kneecaps ? I can also hit their sciatic nerve if you wish ! Or maybe-" "Vere no."

• If you enjoy some good gossip, you're gonna be fed just right with this guy ! We know he knows everything, he's the ears of the city. Juicy drama to shocking revelation, he's got every type of story in stock ! All you gotta do is ask and the conversation will last for hours.

• If you're in his presence, forget about personal space. Your space is his now ! His body will always be in contact with yours, even if it's not noticeable at first.

• Makeover ? Yes. You will be his personal doll. If he has to test outfits, color combinations or other stuff you'll be his subject ! He'll try a lot of different clothes on you until you look like the hottest person alive (after him). Dressing you up is one of his favourite activities and of course you guys would wear matching outfits. You two are just ✨fashion✨.

• Don't know why but I feel like he would love playing board/card games, especially if they involve money ! Think you can win against him ? Nope no chance, bluffing is too easy for him and he's an absolute beast (pun intended). Just picture him playing 'loup-garou' (The werewolves of miller's hollow in english I think ? My french ass can't remember), I know he'd kill it !

• Has a very distinctive laugh. You could hear him from miles away and recognize him instantly ! Also it's kinda infectious, if he starts bursting out laughing, you'll easily follow into it.

• This man growls. Like literally. It doesn't happen a lot but whenever he does it always surprises you.

• This is him :

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creedslove · 8 months

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Hear me out on this! Marcus is coming home from a terrible day at work, he is expecting his wife and daughter to be busy with their own stuff (Marcus is a girl dad and I will die on that hill) but he comes in to see his small child wearing one of his suits, and she is pretending to be him. Marcus cannot help but feel emotional, but even more when his daughter says he is her hero and she wants to be just like him. Marcus is totally asking for another baby after that. ~🌹Anon

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: 🌹 anon this is beautiful ❤️🥺

• Marcus is a man who leaves home to work already thinking about the time he gets to come back, because we can barely wait for it, he is happy man who's got a beautiful wife and daughter and finally work isn't the only substantial thing in his life

• But he still needs to work his ass off, because he's the head of the department and he's a good agent so good results are expected from him, some cases end up well and some don't, some are easier than the others and some are simply a nightmare

• the thing he hates the most in the world is having to get home late, he hates to arrive after dinnertime because he misses important moments with his family

• one of his favorite times to spend with his daughter are the meals because he finds so cute how his toddler eats, she is like a little princess, eating off her beautiful colorful plate, chewing things up slowly like she was taught by you and being overall adorable

• he doesn't have a reason to why he likes that so much, but he does and he loves his daughter and he's the best dad in the world so that's awesome

• not to mention that whenever he gets home after hours, his beautiful princess is already asleep

• he watches her sleeping, stroking the same beautiful hair she inherited from you but it pains him that he can't listen to her sweet voice and having her watching him with attentive eyes

• and your daughter on the other hand misses her daddy all the time, he is all she ever talks about, and she waits by the window every single evening, in hopes to see his car parking in the driveway

• Marcus had been so stressed out you decided to leave that out and not mention it, it would only break his heart and make him feel guilty, but his absence was also something you hated and you missed your husband too

• when it was laundry day, you separated Marcus' business suit to take them to the dry cleaner in order to get them perfectly clean but you were so caught up in other activities, you left them on the couch and forgot about them

• when your daughter saw her daddy's clothes, she immediately got curious and went to check on them, giggling as they smelled like her daddy

• she hadn't seen him for a couple of days, since Marcus left before she was up and got home after she was in bed, her little heart missing him too much, she had the idea of putting the jacket suit on

• and that was exactly how Marcus found his daughter once he got home: a tiny little toddler with a huge gigantic suit jacket on pretending to be him in a work meeting and doodling on a paper while you made dinner in the kitchen

• Marcus' head hurt from the stress and the unpleasant moments he spent at work, but all of it just disappeared and went away the moment he spotted that scene, it made his heart overwhelmed with love

• he walked to his daughter who widened her eyes the moment she noticed her dad and dropped everything she was doing, in order to rush to him and snuggle him tight

• the way she squealed 'daddy' and ran to his arms was too much for him, lifting her up and placing kisses all over her beautiful face, he snuggled his daughter

• when Marcus put her down, she grabbed the drawing she was working on, it was a drawing of him, in a suit and a cape, and she explained to him he was her favorite hero because her mommy had told her daddy's job was to catch bad guys

• he was at a loss of words, he felt tears coming into his eyes as that sweet innocent little girl meant the world to him and she wasn't even aware of it

• Marcus decided to talk to you later, perhaps it was time for you two to have another baby, life was perfect with one adorable kids, but he would love to have a second one, a little baby who would have the best big sister in the world and the prettiest mommy too

• he also knew that he would have to find a way to be more present and get home earlier because he was missing out on a lot of things and that was not how he wanted things to go

• Marcus took the drawing with him to work the next day and kept it in the office so it would give him motivation to work more and more, after all, that was the most precious work of art he could ever have

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terminallybrainrot · 1 year

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Possible Garreth/Sebastian bro2bro helping each other out? Wink wink

This one was kinda fun ngl.

Sebastian and Garreth have some friendly bonding time while studying in the Gryffindor dorm rooms.

M/M 18+

“That’s what I was trying to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen, even threatened to take away house points-“

“Gryffindor could use a few less points actually, seems me and Sharp agree on some things after all.” Sebastian’s voice was lazy as he read, head propped against thick red velvet behind him.

Garreth glared at the brunet next to him, kicking his shoe that was dirtying up his duvet cover. “Slytherin is already 120 points ahead, well, for now.” He smiled wide, thinking about the Quidditch game that was currently taking place. “Natty has been practicing more and more, I have faith she’ll make Imelda eat her words this evening.”

Flipping a page, Sebastian smirked, bringing the leg that wasn’t positioned on Garreths bed up. “If you really think Natsai is going to dethrone Reyes then I’m not sure you even need to be studying right now. Just drop out while you’re ahead, there’s no way you’ll do better than ‘T’ on your O.W.L.S.”

The red head's face fell into a cartoonish frown, eyes fixing back to the textbook in his lap. He had asked Sebastian to study with him again, like they often did, because he was not doing well studying alone. He found it too hard to focus, always picking up different books, doodling, or even starting to clean; it was much easier when he had someone to body double, and Sebastian just so happened to be free.

They fell back into a comfortable silence, the sound of their breathing and the hearth in the middle of the room being the only noise. Garreth felt his eyes start to grow heavy, the windows dark and the lamps creating a warm inviting atmosphere. They had been studying for what felt like hours, the time dragging when Sebastian wouldn’t speak, versus slipping by when the Slytherin would actually humor him for a while.

He opened his eyes again, blearily looking down at the book sprawled across his lap, before noticing Sebastian’s hand on his thigh. Garreth paused, body becoming rigid as he realized what the other boy was doing. Sebastian flipped another page of his book nonchalantly, and Garreth glanced at him from his peripheral vision, then immediately back down to his hand.

Freckled fingers made a squeezing motion before moving up, fingertips barely connecting to the bulge that lay beneath his plaid brown trousers. Garreth looked to his left, facing away from the boy to his right. The textbook that he was holding with his left hand, propped against his lap, was quickly becoming ignored. Sebastians palm became heavier just as his voice cut the silence.

“Speaking of Professor Sharp, have you done the inches he assigned yesterday? I asked Ominis for help but he wouldn’t come off it.”

Garreth’s eyes fluttered as he clenched his jaw, hand tightening on the textbook that Sebastian's fingers were now bumping up against with every movement. “Of course I haven’t, do you think I got ‘Head Boy’ this year or something?” He managed to get out without too many voice cracks, still completely faced away. Sebastians laugh sent waves through him, and Garreth moved his right hand, slowly finding its way to the other boy's thigh.

“Should’ve known not to ask you.” The brunet said airily, followed by the sound of another page flipping. Garreth moved his hand up, but had to choke down a sigh as Sebastian's hand pawed at him more intently, as if egging him on. “Maybe we can ask- N-Natty-“ Garreth’s hand found its way to the lacing of Sebastian's trousers, clumsy fingers doing their best to undo them while still looking away.

Another page turned, and a soft sigh from the Slytherin, his hips rocking up.

The redhead's face started to match the color of his hair, his own breathing catching in his throat. “If she’s done it. Wouldn’t be surprised if she gets extra time because of the match today.” Sebastian's voice was calm, a bit deeper, but if Garreth didn’t know how hard he was getting he would think the Slytherin was simply reading and nothing more.

Wanting to not be the only one in disarray, Garreth forgot to answer, and instead forced his hand under the waistband of Sebastian's pants, trying not to think about the way he twitched when he finally did. Sebastian moved then, Garreth seeing him grab his wand, closing the thick red curtains on his four poster.

“Muffliato.” Sebastian whispered, then tossed his wand to the foot of the bed, turning another page of his book.

Garreth let his head fall back as Sebastian quickly, and efficiently, unlaced his trousers, pulling him out. Not wanting the textbook to fall, he wasn’t able to bite at his hand, or cover his mouth to avoid embarrassment. So instead, he looked down, assuming the sight of a boy's hand instead of the girls he was trying so hard to imagine would bring him back down a bit. However, the sight of Sebastian's hand working him so slowly made precum start to bead at the head of his cock, a shudder going through him despite himself.

Sebastian seemed to have taken note, and ran his thumb across the tip, smearing precum down his shaft as he continued. Garreth bit his lip, chest starting to rise and fall more quickly. He pulled his eyes away, confused by the feeling he got by looking at his friend's hand, and instead focusing on the quidditch poster next to his wardrobe. Taking Sebastian out of his own trousers was more difficult, the red head not being very smooth with his movements, as well as the brunet being a bit bigger than him.

Letting his hand start to move faster now that he had more space outside of the confines of fabric, Garreth received a pleased hum from the boy next to him, the turning of pages starting to become less and less frequent. He didn’t look over, he knew he wouldn’t be able to face his friend like this; they had done similar things in the past, just once or twice, always an unspoken thing they never talked about after.

“Fuck-“

The curse made Garreth start, not expecting the sound, let alone an expletive from Sallow. He received a small laugh from that, and Sebastian sped up his movements, hand pumping him much quicker. Garreths face blazed, slightly from embarrassment of jumping at the sound, but mainly at the sound of his own voice, which was now a struggle to keep down. Long drawn moans were coming from him, the textbook abandoned on the floor next to him as he brought his free hand up to muffle the noise, along with grinding his hips up towards the friction.

His own movements for Sebastian were becoming sloppy and shaky, mind going in and out of attention to his own pleasure that he almost forgot he was supposed to be returning the favor. Garreth squeezed his eyes shut as he imagined Professor Garlicks hand bringing him over, her soft voice and features coming into focus as he did so.

Then the hand slowed, causing him to catch his breath, his eyes fluttering open.

“Faster.”

The voice did not in fact come from Professor Garlick, but instead from a very pent up and desperate voice of his friend next to him, a pleading hinting at the edges. Garreth was taken aback, normally in their endeavors they never spoke a word, but the command, or request, did not fall on deaf ears. The red head brought his hand away, spitting into it, then replaced it on Sebastian's throbbing cock; an almost strained moan came from him at that, and Garreth felt his abdomen tighten.

He felt Sebastian’s hips start to falter, and now that his mind was off of the Herbology Professor, he could hear the way the other boy was starting to unravel. And Sebastian did not have the same problem he did, his own large freckled hand and fingers coiling around Garreth made his eyes roll back.

Garreth spilt first, cumming all over his stomach that had become exposed in his movement. Sebastians hand didn't stop immediately after though, using the extra lubrication painfully. Garreth cursed and gasped, but didnt stop his own hand, not wanting to leave Sallow without, and looked down at the hand smearing his cum all over his still partially hard cock.

He then broke his rule, and looked over at the boy next to him. Sebastian had his head back, eyes closed and brows upturned, mouth open in a silent moan. Garreth starred. He went faster, doing the same technique Sebastian had done to him, running his palm over the tip before dragging it back down; this made Sebastian break. His mouth opened wider as he came, a long drawn out moan escaping him as Garreth’s hand became coated, along with the edges of Sebastian's shirt.

The afterglow on Sebastian's face was incredible, pink dusting his cheeks, lips parted as he caught his breath, eyes still closed. Garreth pulled his hand away, and Sebastian followed suit. The brunet reached and grabbed his wand, muttering an Incantation to clean themselves, Garreth averted his eyes.

“Do you think the game is over?” Sebastian asked, curls falling into his face as he turned to look at Garreth over his shoulder.

The redhead shrugged as he re-laced his trousers. “Wanna go get some food at the great hall?” He asked, stretching.

“Don't have to ask me twice.”

#Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow #Garreth/Sebastian #Hogwarts Legacy smut #Hogwarts Legacy #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #sebastian sallow smut #fanfic request #writing

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deci-doodles · 2 months

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Sup I’m alive, just been sick (woooo)

Rambles underneath as per usual, just some more OC doodles

Little Tesey and Kirena! Tesey’s always been more preferential to mediation whereas Kirena’s always been more confrontational (they both care about and love their siblings deeply, Tesey just dislikes violence and aggression in general). As the two eldest, they often shared responsibilities/felt the need to step up so you can imagine Kirena’s hurt when Tesey left and avoided coming back.

Anyways my brain’s latched onto the idea of Childe having ADHD and I just feel like as a kid he was seen as being on the “weird” side. Shy, well-mannered but also has a tendency to have his head in the clouds and being impulsive at times (which uh, certainly doesn’t get better after the abyss lol). Not to mention the fact that he views ice fishing as a form of training and that his dad’s storytelling was able to keep him focused long enough while fishing (and also just to past the time in general). He has his family, but he was also probably easier pickings when it came to people, well, picking on him. While I don’t think he was constantly bullied, I do think it’d be fun to imagine it as another way to show how drastically the abyss changed him.

Side tangent: if you think I’m gonna interpret their dad as an asshole just note that you can’t be further from the truth (I will get around to drawing his parents I swear I just feel like the drawings I do have atm are too rough). Sorry it’s just a major pet peeve of mine when I see people woobify their faves by making the parents abusive when it’s never stated in the lore that it is the case (Kageharu get behind me too). The lore presented the Fatui as being a final resort and he clearly loved Ajax and made that choice with reluctance, but Ajax also literally nearly killed someone so it’s not like some minor scuffle. While it may not have been ideal, we also don’t know if therapy would be available in a tiny fishing village so they probably didn’t even think of it as an option. Bleh, anyways, the parents (Serhii and Oksana) adore their kids and their kids love them back too, but this also further adds into the tragedy of the whole situation with Ajax which I think more people should embrace if they want their angst fix lololol.

Anyways, can’t believe it took me this long to realise I can give Suzuka her mum’s eyelashes but here we are. I will be updating her hair a bit since I recently got my hands on a tama-kanzashi which is quite similar to the one she has.

#deci doodles #genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin ocs #tesey neschadymenko #kirena neschadymenko #kaedehara suzuka #uhhh do I tag childe?#technically I’m rambling a bit about him #eh might as well for archiving’s sake #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #childe #tartaglia #childe tartaglia ajax #WAIT THATS A TAG??? LMAO

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 1 year

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Just some doodles I did for the idea of brainwashed Eclipse. Basically the idea in this au is sorta similar in a way to the celestial siblings au from churchy in the way that the main villain isn’t Eclipse. Though in my au this is the cult of afton, not William specifically because fuck him I don’t want him to be the villain again. It originates from the fluffy dads au, but if you don’t know what that is basically its Eclipse if he didn’t grow up to be a horrible person. Normally I don’t post it to the actual sun and moon show tab, but seeing others share their aus made me feel a bit more comfortable about it ^^’ As silly as it sounds I’m a bit shy about it, but seeing so many little crossover things with my mutuals made me feel more normal about it! I got some close ups too :D

He tolerates very little shit. Also he has mechanical arms attached to his back that can click back into place and stretch up to around 10 ft.

I wanted to draw him without his hair covering his eye, so here that is. The eye he normally covers is artificial. Kind of like a mechanical eye, though it’s very realistic. You can tell it’s fake though cause of it only having the outline.

A close up on the branding and the hidden hatch where the arms come out

A little doodle of his mechanical hand

just a baseline doodle + has the colors of his outfit for anyone who wants to draw him/something related to this au :) which I would absolutely die if that happened rhbgrhg

The brainwashed vs his normal eye color. Brainwashed is a shade of purple due to that color being the one most associated with Afton, but the difference between this and the infected ones is that Eclipse has no infected accessory so to speak. So no he’s not infected cause it’s purple, it’s just a way to show he works for the cult (at least in a way, it’s not entirely willing- it’s called brainwashed for a reason)

For some info on him personally; He’s a very quiet person who expresses very little emotions. He has a lot of trouble socializing with others because he spends most of his time alone in the lab making things, so can come off as really cold and indifferent- his emotional numbness doesn’t help with this. He is a human but doesn’t sleep, period, because he’s found it’s far easier to just use drugs and other machines to keep himself awake 24/7 without going insane. He generally looks at everything in a way of effeciency. If something or someone is efficient, then good. If it’s not efficient, can’t focus for example or being injured, then it needs to be repaired or replaced immediately. Waiting for injuries to heal will take too long. If a bones broken, repair the bone by sticking a metal rod in there. Because waiting takes too long :D. As cold as he acts, and even though he is helping the cult, it’s not really like he’s in the position to refuse. He sees no point in trying.

Anyways I’d love to see feedback on this guy! Reblogs and comments very appreciated :3

#the sun and moon show #the sun and moon show eclipse #sun and moon show #sun and moon show lunar #sams au #fluffy dads au #brainwashed eclipse #reference

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howuart · 1 year

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pre series ref sheet(s)

Kai got his two scars under his eye, from working in the forge at the age of ten. Nya bandaged him up and then the two walked into town together to get it treated properly.

Kai couldn't sleep that night so Nya spent the night up with him and got him to sleep by talking about her school.

Kai is very ill literate and has a hard time reading, thus Nya does most of that when they need to.

Kai doesn't have any burns since Ray and Maya gave up their powers not long after they were taken, and Kai was already nearing the age where he'd start to show signs of his element. Elements come slowly to the next generation unless the parent has died/willed it to them. Nya can take in a bit more water than most other people and Kai is somewhat fire immune.

Sadly I don't have many thoughts on pre zane, maybe i'll get more later but for now this is pretty much it. I'll probably change his outfit later. People know him for coming out of the Birch wood forest occasionally and helping, though they don't know anything about him. Thus he's known as the Spite of the forest. <- also since the weather doesn't seem to affect him.

Heterochromia since Dr. Julian didn't have two of the same color eyes when making him.

Jay I have way too many thoughts on.

First he was home-schooled till his parents couldn't teach him any more since Jay's really smart, so they started sending him to High school. He was 14 when he started. Now Jay lives in a junk yard and he's younger than most all of them thus bullied, also picked on for his Heterochromia, freckles and Curlly hair because the bullies can. So he started covering them up not long into his first school year.

During his second years he fully covered up his freckles and wore a contact to make his eyes match, Jay get's loud and doodles when he's stressed so yeah. during this year he meets wu, and well he can't really wait to ditch school. So after a talk with Ed and Edna, they let him stay with Wu. There he meets Cole and the two become close. before they meet Zane and since Zane's the last Jay wants to take him under his wing.

After his mom's death he and his father got into a lot of fights and well you know.

Ran away from home when he was 15 so just when he was supposed to start High school, after a year of living on his own he meets wu and starts to live with him.

Grew up with Kai for most all her life, is his support as much as he's hers. Has short hair since it's simply easier to take care of. Kai learned to cut hair so his sister would have nice hair for when she went to school. At the age of 13 she stopped education. Either because Kai couldn't pay for school any more or she was too smart for their village.

When they where little she almost drowned Kai when he made her mad once, and he'll never let her live it down.

This is lloyd-

Yeah I know doesn't look much like him, but any who this is when he was living with his mother. Now Misako had him for He's 4 when Misako leaves his at Darklesy since she's going to have to do much more research and it's not safe to keep Lloyd with her.

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weaper-reaper · 1 year

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The Four Horsemen of a Scot's Heart.

CH1, Warm. CH2, Gentle

CW+Notes: Soap X OFC (Reader-Insert kinda), Slowburn, Angst and Mutual Pining, Romance, Mentions of loss, Plot Heavy, Military Inaccuracies, Soap is bad at feelings and emotions. If you haven't read my Konig fic 'Eventuality' I highly recommend it before this- otherwise some plot devices might be lost on ya. Continuation on Macks storyline. Masterlist Here. Cross-posted on Ao3 (Always gets updated first, so check that out.) WC~4.5k

Soap had a good way of doing that thing, where he could talk to you as if you’d been friends for years. His sunny exterior found ways to beam through the cracks in the walls I’d cautiously built up. Him and his smug little grin..

“Y’planning on standing out there all night, bonnie?”

It just seemed natural that this is where I found myself now. Outside his door at three am, the cold wind started to wisp at my exposed arms and contorted the tips of my hairs to prick up away from my skin; seeking any source of relief from the growing bitter bite. He didn’t say anything else after that, didn’t really need to- he just scooped me up against his solid chest and pulled me inside. Wordlessly inviting me into his warm embrace. This was our pattern now, and he happily filled the roles I became reliant on. He was warm, gentle, strong and soft. Everything I yearned for. Yet.. something still didn’t sit quite right at the back of my heart.

It had been three months since Konig left. I had the dates down to the dot. He sent letters for the first few weeks. Pages and pages of descriptions and little doodles of what he’d been experiencing, now stationed back in his homeland. Everything he was allowed to write about at least. Apparently his team had been sent out on some covert mission a month after they returned, and that's when the messages stopped. Just suddenly nothing. I refused to think anything terrible happened, Konig wasn’t anything if not careful- so I’ve slowly decided it was better to think that he’d simply moved on. Maybe found someone back home, some pretty and bright civilian who wasn’t as weathered with horrors as I had been. Someone he could rely on with no secrets, who was closer in distance. It made sense that he wanted to settle for something easier, something better. I wouldn’t blame him after all, that was a life I’d only ever be able to crave.

Cream colored skin and corded muscles tugged my tightly wound body closer, and just as gently pulled my attention from my wandering thoughts. I sighed and relaxed in his embrace.

Warm. Gentle. Strong and Soft.

My mind cleared as I inhaled the musky scent from the body next to mine up greedily. He smelt fresh, like he had been running around the woods all day. The clean crisp air of his assigned apartment mixed deliciously with the alder and sweet chestnut that wafted off of him. His nose pressed flat against my temple and each of his breaths tickled the shell of my ear. Within minutes, my stiff posture subsided and all of the tension in my bones slipped away from me.

‘There ya’ go.” he cooed, voice low and quiet. The words spoken for only me.

His forearms slid down my back and I was easily released from the tight sinewed cocoon of his chest. That safe space extended all around us in a bubble, and he looked down at me with knowing eyes. He raised a hand to palm my cheek, and I encouraged the share of his body heat with hooded eyes and wandering fingers of my own. He settled his free hand over where both of mine found the taut skin covering the place where his heart sat deep in his chest. I could feel the chuckle rumble up his body before I heard it.

“Jesus, your fingers are colder than ice!” He squeezed my fingers and kicked the door shut behind us, pulling me deeper into the space he inhabited for the time being. Moving me to the couch, he threw a thick blanket over the two of us and joined me at my side- one arm wrapped around both of my shoulders. That was the other thing about Johnny, he wasn’t shy about physical touch or PDA. And it wasn’t just reserved for me either, Ghost practically glared daggers at the scot whenever he hovered over him too close. It was endearing though, and he had practice building up those perfect stone walls of protection in between the space of his arms and chest. An extra space pooled with so much heat that I was very eager to inhabit.

“Sorry,” I mumbled into his side lamely. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, pulling me closer into his comfortable embrace. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway, saving it up for the ride.”

I hummed. That’s right, today was the last day- or well, last morning- of having to pretend to live a normal civilian life. Captain Price’s superiors set the team up in this tiny townhouse community while we switched over bases from the dunes to wherever HQ lies for these guys. A measly eight week ‘vacation’ (as Price referred to it) was my own personal hell. It wasn’t just me either, most of the boys itched to get back out into the battlefield. We tore up the local gym during our stay too, poor place might just have to get some new treadmills and equipment. I must have cooped myself up in my room for the past two weeks just re-organizing my already filed paperwork. Milking every moment from its seemingly never-ending phase. Ink still stained my hands from the color coding and alphabetizing.

Soap stretched back behind him to grab the remote, and flicked on the T.V. Reruns, old cartoons, and the news were the only stations we had access to in this place. I melted into him, our nightly routine playing out as it had been for the past few weeks.

Initially, I didn’t intend to start coming to his place. Gaz mentioned after the gym one time that the other guys were going over to his and Soaps place to play some cards, and that I should join them. They ended up doing more drinking than playing; so being the only sober one, I got stuck up with cleanup. Thankfully, we all lived within a hundred yards of each other- so after I made sure everyone got home safe I moseyed back to scrape up Price’s charred cigar ash from Soap’s kitchen window sill. He looked nearly passed out on the couch when I went to check on him, and somehow I wound up tangled under whiskey tainted his limbs.

It was all a blur really, and then it became an almost everyday activity for us since. It never moved past that though. Soap would hold me, sometimes I’d cry for no reason, sometimes he’d crack jokes on for hours; there was just raw unfiltered us and I think it’s what we both needed. Since the dunes, I hadn’t been sleeping well. But here, here, in his arms like this- I could. He was like an addiction. That sunny exterior a simple fact of life I couldn’t ignore. I was an overwatered cactus in this ugly desert, and he came by to dry up all the bad stuff that threatened to drown me.

He was made to share the place with Gaz, but all the times we had our impromptu-midnight-cuddle sessions I’d never seen him come out of his room. I don’t really know if he even suspected or knew of our innocent activities but even if he did, Soap probably just grilled him to keep his mouth shut. Not that there were very many scandalous rumors that could ruin me in any more shitty ways. My reputation was already openly known. Not that I was a homie-hopper who cuddled with every other guy in the 141-but I mean how most of the team already saw me. Naive and inexperienced in the field. Some medic book-nerd whose only job was to keep them alive when they got boo boo’s while out doing all the hard work. It was Price’s seemingly personal vendetta that constantly reminded me of my place.

“Look at that!” He chimed after a while of channel surfing. I layed almost directly on top of him now, with one of his arms draped lazily over the small of my back and rubbing circles on the exposed skin. “Hells bells, I have’na seen this movie since I was a lad.”

Braveheart written in bold white letters faded over a lush green and scenic landscape, and a bagpipe belled rich notes around the hollow room. We spent a couple hours watching the movie, Soap only got up once. I held in a laugh as he shouted at me through the open bathroom door.

“Alba gu bràth” he yelled, in time with the actor on the screen.

Soon though, the sun began to bleed through the windows and it broke our secret bubble of domestic intimacy. I reluctantly pulled away from him, and his heavy arm fell from around me. He watched silently as I shoved my sneakers and hoodie back on, not even remembering when it was that I was shed of them. The look on his face made it seem like he wanted to say something more, so I anxiously hovered a bit by the door and he rose to walk me out.

His eyes found mine as I palmed open the front door a crack. Face stone, he hesitated.

“Soap-”

“Johnny.” He interrupted.

I swallowed. He’d insisted on that since I met him.

“Johnny.” I echoed.

His lips twitched up in that tiny smile of his, and the hard look in his eyes eased. He snaked a hand around my waist and guided me into him, pressing his soft lips against the part of my own. His body enveloped me, and I started to enjoy being smothered full of him. The scruff of his beard pricked my face, it tickled and made my lips raw in the best way.

“Say it again,” he sighed into my mouth with a heavy breath, and I nearly had to hold back a moan.

His hands pinched at my hips when I didn’t respond. “My name, bonnie. Say it again.”

“Johnny.” I whispered. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.”

He flushed his body against mine and the door, sliding his tongue into my mouth and deepening our kiss. His lips were soft, and his teeth nipped at my sore skin. He hunkered down, and engulfed me completely. Something flipped inside of my stomach and I had to tear myself away from his scorching skin. After a second of me straining backwards in his arms, he caved and pulled back from me- letting them drop to his side. I couldn’t help but stare at him, breathless.

The morning sun beamed in from the glass of the door behind me, and illuminated his honey hued skin and dark hair. Oh how I ached to cling to him, stick out my tongue and lap up all of his deliciousness. A pang of guilt and hesitation hit me at the center of my chest, and I quickly ripped away from his burning eyes.

With a new loss for any coherent words, I quickly turned and slipped out of his apartment. Letting the door click close behind me as I rushed down the steps into my own assigned room.

It was cold on the uninhabited lower floor, and now here alone- I missed Johnny’s warmth. I slouched against the counter of the kitchen island where my bag’s sat neat and stacked for the past few months. I never ended up unpacking them, mostly being filled with medical equipment we didn’t have a use for here, and it was too late now anyway. We received orders two days ago to rendezvous with the royal air force regiment at ten. I glanced up at the analog clock hanging over the microwave. It was just now six-thirty, our shuttle didn’t leave for the next half-hour. I had planned on leaching every spare moment out with Soap, but then that tiny thrum in the center of my heart told every nerve to run the other way when he was around.

He wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, he was the opposite in every single way. The type to rescue kittens out of trees, and buy little kids balloons at the fair. The kind to drop everything if just to make someone he cared about smile, and that’s where the guilt inside my core made me hesitate. After everything I had shared with Konig, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was taking advantage of Johnny. All of these men, 141 or not, had lived through hellish things and it was too easy for me to cure their hang-ups with comfort and nice words. Sure it was my job to heal the ill, the wounded- but I had to take a step back and look at everything from a professional perspective. I was their Medic, not a psychiatrist and definitely not their god damn vicar. I huffed through my nose and slung each bag over my shoulder, leaving the cold dark of the empty apartment and rushing down to the curb of the tiny neighborhood.

There were already a couple people piled together near the sidewalk and neatly-trimmed grass. Price and Gaz stood huddled close in seemingly deep conversation until their gaze met mine as I hustled over to them. Gaz waved me over and Price did little except greet me with an audible silence. The brim of his hat flopped lazily over his eyes, and he leaned a shoulder against the bus-stop sign- body language obviously ignoring my presence. I was eager to avoid him equally, and instead my focus shifted to Gaz. Even in the early morning light his deep skin soaked in every ray of sun. He looked happy and well rested. I wondered when he managed to sneak out of his place. I’ve only just left Soap maybe ten minutes or so ago.. Had he waited until I was gone to leave? My cheeks heated as I thought of him hiding behind his door, packed and ready to go- waiting for his roommate's hook-up to scurry out under cover of night.

His eyes bounced questioningly between Price’s aloof body and mine, I ignored the look he gave me, and he tossed the intrusion away with a knowing nod. But his eyes said ‘We are definitely going to talk about this later.’

I smiled sheepishly and eyed their beige duffle bags that were obviously thrown half-hazardly on the ground. There was a large dark stain that coated both of them. I glanced back up at Gaz but he answered before I could ask.

“Coffee.” He said simply. “Price spilt it this morning as we were packing.”

“You were helping Price pack?” I asked, side-eyeing the Captain to my right. Gaz nodded.

“Had me there all last night too, going over last minute plans and the like.”

I chuckled, ‘Just like him to drag everyone into his mess.’ I thought darkly for a moment before shaking away that headspace. He was my Captain now, until he decided he didn’t want me; I shouldn’t keep thinking so badly of him. Though it was hard not to with everything he withheld from me while I worked under him, who knew what other important information he was hiding? It seemed like just a little ploy in his master plan on getting me to work for him and his team. The ‘opportunity’ actually a hidden absolvement for him, to make him feel better after being involved with my dad’s death in a way that he still wouldn’t take the time to explain.

Casual conversation waded in behind us, and Ghost and Soap both made their way over to where the three of us stood. The taller man held both his and Soap’s equipment across his shoulder, and it was strange to see him in such casual clothing. Or as casual as the lieutenant could get. His plain black balaclava clung tight to his face under his hood, and he wore another jacket over that. It wasn’t that cold now that the sun was out, but he really did everything he could to blend into the backgrounds of any situation. His massive build made it hard for him to disappear out here in the open though. Soap carried two gun cases, I knew the longer one housed his favorite sniper, and the other probably extra handguns and lethal equipment the group always carried with them. Just in case, right? I swallowed thickly and tried not to let my eyes wander around his enticing frame too much. It was hard though, he had changed into a gray crewneck and jeans that hugged the bulge around his thighs perfectly.

The squeal of dirty tire pads and air brakes made for the perfect excuse to rip my gaze away from the chiseled statue.

Priced was first to enter the long white bus, dragging along his bags and box of paperwork. Then we piled in behind him. He exchanged a few words with the driver and moved to settle into the first bench closest to the entrance. There were only a few other people already on the double decker, the majority of them rumbling around above us. I made easy conversation with Gaz as he helped me tuck my own bags under the next bench behind Price. There were about three spaces to a seat, but with all of our extra luggage he decided on just buckling it onto the chair at the aisle. I sat closest to the large window with him in the middle. The seats were hard and the entire thing smelt like burnt plastic, and I prayed that the ride into the city wouldn’t be too long. Though at the least I knew I’d have good conversation this time around.

My eyes followed his body as Soap clambered up the steps into the shuttle, Ghost directly behind him- looking not too eager about the amount of civilians on the bus. Honestly, why they didn’t ship us directly over to the new base was a move I’d never understand. Soap’s eyes met mine briefly, then traveled down my body and then over Gaz’s to the occupied seat beside him. His shoulders hung, and his eyes almost read dejected.

“Storage ‘s below, you can jus’ toss your bags over my cases.” He suggested to the other man, Gaz slid on a pair of dark aviators and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m comfy now bruv, don’t make me lug those things back down there.” he pouted.

Soaps gaze fell heavy over mine again, searching for me to say something in agreement maybe? I didn’t, and Ghost nudged him over rather impatiently, squeezing down into the bench across the aisle from us. Soap dropped and kicked their bags under their feet, an empty seat between the two partners. I could still feel his hot gaze where it burned on the side of my face, but I kept my stare out of the window to my side as the bus rumbled to life again.

After a while Price’s incessant scribbling in the row in front of us nearly drove me insane. I scooted to the edge of my seat and peered over the railing into his lap. Stacks of information unimportant to me piled there. His large hands drifted effortlessly over the paper, drawing clean and neat words over the pages- as if we weren’t being tossed around already by the rough asphalt outside.

He could tell I was staring, and snapped the folder shut. “What is it, nurse?”

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” I asked. Questions demanding answers seeped with hidden innuendos over my lips.

“Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be in the middle of a goddamn bus.” He answered dark and gruff, like I was some kid pestering him with meaningless nonsense.

I grit my molars together, “You won’t even tell me where it is you’re transferring me. It could be some evil lair for all I know.” I started to argue stupidly, but his eyes flickered over to meet mine, broad shoulders twisting around so he could look directly at me. The heat of his stare threw me back to basic, and I shrunk back into my chair.

“You’ll know the real evil soon, kid. Don’t you doubt that.”

It sounded more like a threat at first, but the more I pondered over what he said- the more embarrassed I grew. All the Captain saw me as was some naive and terrible circumstanced half-soldier thrown under his unfortunate protection.

‘Kid.’

It rang around my ears and I had to bite my lip to keep from mouthing back anything else. Honestly though, I didn’t doubt it. I dreaded the things I’ve yet to experience with 141 more than anything. That uneasy void quickly settled over the pit in my stomach again. It sounded like he had plans, it was Price’s promise to season me, break me apart and build me back up into the same steel soldiers he created all around him.

I hadn’t even realized I dozed off until a body slammed down besides me. I jerked conscious, suddenly overwhelmed with an oaky scent. Soap had just slid into the middle seat next to me- his eyes sharp and facing forward.

I sucked in a breath. “Where’s Gaz?”

“Bathroom.”

“Oh.” I mumbled, and sat up straighter. I had hunched over against the glass in my sleep and now the entire right side of my face was cold.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He hushed out in a whisper, eyes finally drifting over to my hands in my lap.

I cleared my throat.

“Ignoring you-” I started to deny, but he cut me off and his jaw clenched.

“Aye, since you ran out this morning.”

“I didn’t run out.” I countered.

His eyes drew up to mine, and he leaned dangerously over my shoulder- his face so close I could smell the woodsy aftershave. My stare lingered over the clean trim of his chin, the scar there now exposed to the light. He had shaved after I left. His teeth clenched again, I could tell I was making him aggravated. It took a lot for Soap to get mad, the only other time I’d seen him frustrated like this was when he was upset at himself for not being able to do something. He held whatever was really bothering him in, though. He hadn’t before, and I didn’t expect him to- really push back against the boundaries I forced up between us. So it was surprising to see him bring this morning up at all.

“You’re being weird, Soap.”

He scoffed and fell back into his seat properly again, calloused hands wringing at each other in his lap mirroring my own nervous fidgets.

“You’re the one being weird,” there was a pause.

“Nurse.” He teased.

“Oh we’re back to that are we?” I choked out incredulously, eyes wide and pinned directly at his face. Of course he didn’t even bother looking at me anymore, eyes set onto the back of Price's head in front of his. The Captain was napping now too, hat settled over his face and a protective arm over the boxes strapped to the empty seats at his side.

He was silent.

“Johnny,” I sighed out after a long moment, and he tipped his attention over to mine again. I let my head loll to the side, my temple resting tentatively over his shoulder. I was slightly surprised he didn’t shove my touch away. His still frame didn’t budge an inch, and I slowly slid my hand over the border of the armrest to fall on top of where his were wound tight together; his body heat almost instantly warmed my easily chilled bones.

“M’pure done in.” He sighed after a while and mumbled under his breath. Finally giving in and flipping his hand over to hold mine. They were hidden below the pile of bags at his other side, and I made sure not even Ghost could see should he decide to peer over.

“What’s that?” I questioned, tilting my head up to meet his considerably softened gaze.

“You confuse me, hen.” His accent was rougher when he whispered down to me like this.

“I’m sorry.” I admitted, I did feel bad for a second and that unsettling pit of dread almost returned. But the way he looked at me now, like he’d do anything to make sure I was okay– I wasn’t ready to let go of that yet. So I closed my eyes again and let myself fall back asleep, hand tucked firmly under his larger one. His willing presence validated and warmed my reasoning for wanting to be so selfish with him.

We took one more shuttle after we reached the city, which brought us to the cargo plane we boarded now. Soap refused to leave my side the entire time. I made sure to keep some distance, but it sat heavy there between us. Gaz was my grateful distraction until we landed.

“Yes! Finally!” He shouted with an obnoxious stretch as we landed. His aviators blinked in the afternoon sun. It was much warmer now, and I was thankful for the comfortable weather. Price tossed his bags into the back of a pickup.

“Don’t celebrate too early, this isn’t our last stop.” Gaz groaned and we all followed the Captain into a metal building in front of us. Soap shouldered my bag from me, and tossed the rest of everyone’s luggage in the pickup.

He led our small group into a meeting room, a log table sat in the middle of the room. We all stood- exhausted from spending the entire morning traveling. Price leaned his hips against the table and turned to face the rest of us.

“Recoup, rest, find something to eat. We load up in three hours, then we’re out. Copy?”

“Copy!”

“Yes sir!”

“Aye, Captain!”

Price’s eyes fell over mine expectantly as everyone turned to leave. “A word?”

Soap hovered last in the doorway as everyone made their way back out into the hall. I turned to inch the door shut, and gave him a curt nod.

The captain’s arms crossed over his chest.

“This will be different than anything you’re used to, Nurse.” He led, the edges of his eyes were softer now as he looked over me. What, did he pity me?

“I can handle it, sir.”

“I hope so.” He finished, and a silence settled over the two of us. I bit the inside of my cheek. Every cell in my body wanted to press him for answers. How did he know my father? What really happened in those last moments. Why didn’t he do anything to stop it?I knew he wouldn’t answer then though, even if I pushed and pushed and fell on my knees to beg.

“I’m going to need you close the next few days.” He began again and shoved off the table to cage me closer to the door. “Make sure you’re on your best behavior, kid.”

I ground my teeth together from the name. He raised a course brow, expecting a response.

“Yes. Sir.” I drawled.

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