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Secret Santa | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Female Reader

Summary: A Secret Santa exchange leads to a rekindling relationship.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: BLOWJOB (18+), secret santa/christmas themes, situationship somewhat, cursing, idiots in love, soft trent

Note: I had massive brain fog and covid while writing a good chunk of this so sorry, also wanted to have it posted before christmas but when have I ever posted something on time. Happy Holidays and readings!

As the night winded down, the group of friends were already thinking about their next hangout, you just happened to be there as they begged you to join in on their Secret Santa exchange.

“Oh come on, it’d be an even number with you!” Sara chimes, you swigging the chilled drink in your hand.

“You don’t need an even number for Secret Santa,” you correct and the boys let out a tut.

“Just this once, there’s a budget,” Jude begs, his beady eyes widening. “It’s thirty bucks.”

You roll your eyes bashfully, “Okay, count me in then.”

Your eyes don’t mean to land on Trent but they do anyway. He’s tucked into the sofa next to Jude, his mouth covered with the red cup he has resting on his bottom lip. His locs stop just above his eyebrow, and the black hoodie he has on looks comforting. You two maintain eye contact until he looks down.

Ben gathers everyone’s emails before you and Sara head out for the night. You had rode with Sara, living in the same apartment complex, but she lags behind telling the others bye. You do the same, mumbling goodbyes and giving out sidehugs.

It had been a while since you hung out with them all at once again. After a year's worth of studies and the summer, you had kinda mingled away from the tight group of friends you were once a part of. It didn’t help that you and Trent had a huge fight that catalyzed you from stepping away from the group, and no one seemed to notice just how close you and Trent were for them to suspect it was because of him. He played a part in making you keep your distance, but you were also so much more busy than before. You had a demanding job while still having to manage your uni classes, so those late nights hanging out with them became scarce.

It was beginning to get chilly while you waited for Sara outside on the front patio. And just when you thought it was her stepping out of the front door, Trent came out and your shoulders sunk.

“So, you’re back,” he states, slipping the hood over his head and then shoving his fists into the jumper’s pocket.

You nod, “Yeah, looks like I got dragged into doing Secret Santa, sounds fun.”

“When are you leaving?” His voice is small, almost like he doesn’t want to know the answer but asks anyway.

Pulling your thin jacket tighter, you raise your hands, “Um, I’m waiting for Sara.”

“You aren’t gonna stay?”

“What do you mean?”

“The boys,” he points back into the apartment and scratches his head bleakly, “we’re having a sleepover. The other girls are staying, I mean if you want to.”

“Oh,” you say. You had heard about it but you definitely didn’t intend on staying over, not in their scary, germy apartment. Trent, Jude, Ben, and Aaron were great, but they desperately needed a deep clean. “Um, Sara isn’t staying though.”

He shakes his head, “Doesn’t mean you have to leave too.”

You narrow your eyes at him, he nonchalantly shrugs. “Would you be okay if I were to stay?”

He raises his hands up in surrender, “I’m just glad to see ya. It’s been a couple of months.”

“We saw each other last month.”

“We didn’t talk though,” Trent chirps, licking his bottom lip. “Come on, stay. Walk with me to my car, I have to get some blankets.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Trent?” you ask. It slips out of your mouth much more ominously than you intend.

He gives you a dubious look, “What? Think I can’t keep my hands to myself?”

“Trent!” you gasp. He grabs your arm and leads you down the stairs in front of his apartment. Your hand slips into the groove of his elbow, him locking your hand in place.

You two ended during the summer break, you deciding to put an end to the back and forth flings you both had going on. Sneaking around each other wasn’t hard to do, but denying you having feelings for him was. He didn’t feel the same, and wanted to keep what the two of you shared strictly between sex, but him singing songs in your ear while he’d be on the cusp of sleep, caressing your skin so tenderly afterward, and trying his best to cook breakfast for you in the morning or even late at night, it was hard not to fall in love with him. Especially when you would catch him across the room and he’d beam so brightly. He would be mid conversation with someone, but the moment he saw you, he was grinning ear to ear.

“I’m sure these blankets are really in your car,” you say sarcastically. There was always something in his car. It would be his way of sneaking you off for a quickie, but god were you in the mood to do that now? You couldn’t deny it, the idea of you sneaking off like old times did tug a heartstring but you couldn’t. Now was not the time to think with something other than your head.

Trent opens up the back seat of his car, revealing four neatly-rolled, holiday blankets, “Get your head out of the gutter, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, helping him grab two of them although he could carry all four. You hated just how nostalgic it felt to visit his car, his black Range Rover, its windows always fogged after the two of you stepped out of it. A part of you was glad that he didn’t try to do something while you were out here, but another part of you was…disappointed? Had he really moved on three months later? While you were left in sputtering sobs—

“Hey,” Trent calls out, his breath billowing out in front of him. He’s standing a couple of steps in front, looking back at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you muster and catch up to him, not realizing that you had stopped following him. The sound of his car locking rings through your ears as he wears a sincere smile while he waits. He lets you pass him to walk in front of him.

Sara is making her way down the stairs by the time you two arrive back, “Hey! Are you ready?”

“I changed my mind,” you smile meekly, “I think I’m going to stay.”

“Oh, okay!” Sara says, bringing you in for a hug. For a moment, you were glad of her agreeable personality because she wasn’t going to ask why you changed your mind and you weren’t sure what you’d say if she put you on the spot. You were staying because of friends, right? “I’ll see you in a week!”

Sara hugs Trent briefly and then the two of you make your way back upstairs quietly. Trent’s phone pings and you feel the buzz of your own phone in your pocket. The both of you pause to read the notification, an email from Ben with your Secret Santa assignments.

You raise an eyebrow at Trent as the both of you glance at each other. Unlocking your phone, you quickly find the email and open it, reading that you’re assigned Delilah. That should be easy, you knew her like the back of your hand.

“Who do you have?” he asks.

“It’s a secret.” Slipping your phone into your pocket, you peer up at him. He looks down at you with a smirk, his lips glistening from having just licked them. “Get chapstick or something.”

He chuckles, opening the door. Delilah and Ava are cuddled up on their sofa in their pajamas, their faces shocked but then quickly filled with excitement when they see you.

“You’re staying!” Ava cheers. The next movie they have lined up is How the Grinch Stole Christmas, a Christmas classic. And of course the only open two seats on the sofa is next to an unsuspecting Jude.

Trent hands out the blankets but keeps one to himself, plopping down in the spot next to you, unfolding it over the two of you. A part of you would’ve pushed away the blanket but even in your pajama pants you were cold.

“Thanks,” you mutter, ignoring the arm that lands over your shoulders. Trent was suddenly being a lot more vocal than he was earlier, maybe it was the confidence from the alcohol he had drank, but just two hours ago he had trouble looking at you.

It wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely a sudden switch. All it took was you almost leaving for him to chat with you like nothing happened.

Throughout the movie, you all laughed during the funny scenes, Jude nearly clutching onto you because of just how hilarious the Grinch was. Trent didn’t shy away from letting his arm fall and grasp your shoulder occasionally, but seriously, what was up with him? Earlier at his car it piqued you with interest to be talking to him, referencing the past, but now he seemed to be adamantly ignoring it.

Something sour bursts in your mouth as you shrug Trent’s arm off your shoulder, excusing yourself off the couch and to the guest restroom down the hall.

Trent’s bedroom was the only bedroom downstairs, planted right next to the guest restroom, so it shouldn’t have shocked you to see him in his bedroom with the door wide open, but still, it did. He was pulling his black hoodie over his head, left shirtless. Look away!

Trent catches your stare through the hallway and heat rushes to your cheeks in an instant. He smirks, kicking his door open wider and then slipping on a white tee. His red plaid pajama pants hang dangerously low.

You had to talk to him anyway, so you walked inside and closed the door.

“Hey,” he says, eyebrows raised, but his eyelids hood the closer you walk to him. A part of him knew you would come into his room.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” He sits down on the edge of the bed patting the spot next to him but you stay standing.

“We’re good…right?”

His eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

“Okay,” you blow out a raspberry. “Last time we spoke, I told you I had feelings for you and then we argued, and then you pranced off. You basically said you didn’t feel the same and that we should stop, but during the movie you put your arm around me making me feel confused.”

“I can’t just rest my arm?”

Your jaw drops, you knew it was dumb. Knew it was haste. Knew that you didn’t really have something to talk about him. Maybe a part of you was still hurt from his rejection, hoping that he felt the same. That the months apart left him a dull ache, but here he was staring at you with those same serious—but blank—brown eyes that broke your heart months ago.

“Unbelievable,” you mumble and turn towards his door. His hand is on your wrist before you can even reach the exit.

“Wait.” Facing him, you pull your hand out of his grip. The seriousness from his eyes moments ago is gone, they seem on edge. “I’m sorry. I was joking, sorry. I—I’ve missed you.”

“Trent—”

“No, I’ve really missed you. I would’ve told you sooner but I thought you moved on.” The confusion is etched on your face that he continues, scrambling for words. “I saw Jack’s arm around you at our first football match and I thought you had moved on, or were trying to, so I didn’t want to come back and tell you that I felt the same way.”

“What?” you exasperate.

He licks his lips, briefly looking down, “I like you too. I know you probably don’t feel the same way anymore because it was months ago and that’s okay, but since we’re talking now, yeah…I like you.”

Trent’s nervousness practically seeped out of his pores. His voice seemed so fragile, his hands anxiously playing with his pajama strings. And his eyes were anywhere but on you. He was pouring out his heart in the most shy way he could, his way.

Another reason that drove the two of you away was him always keeping in his feelings. Even when it was just about sex, he didn’t communicate well. So for him to talk right now, you wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him, heart swelling at him confessing his feelings.

But it had been months. Did you still feel the same for Trent? Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him, but you also hadn’t seen him that much so the distance mended your heart to some extent.

“Oh,” you say. “I really wish you said that earlier, wow, um—”

The more you search for words, the more you notice the sudden panic in Trent’s eyes grow.

“I don’t know if I feel the same,” you confess, pretending to ignore the droop of his shoulders. “We’ve been separated for so long that I don’t know if I still feel that…I’ve missed you too, a lot, so maybe I do. This sounds dumb but can you give me time?”

And who were you kidding? Because the moment he nods, you knew that you still had feelings for him. He was too patient for his own good.

“Of course,” he forces out a smile. You aren’t sure what to do at that moment so you hesitantly reach out for him and give him a hug. He tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his and then giving you a squeeze.

“Trent,” you squeal.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “I’ve missed our hugs.”

“I missed them too.”

There's a brief moment the two of you share after you pull away from him. His hands are placed gently around your elbows, his head hanging down towards yours. Your nose bumps into his and he pulls away just barely and whispers, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “Yeah.” Trent places a chaste kiss on your lips, sighing through his nose like he’s granted some kind of relief.

His hands slip onto your waist, tugging you closer and you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your jaw and neck slowly, basking in the feel of your body pressed against him once again.

You aren’t shy to give his neck a kiss or two back, a rumbling laugh escaping his chest as you find his unusual tickle spot. His thumbs feel the sliver of skin where your shirt rode up, aimlessly rubbing circles, “We should head back.”

“We should,” you glance at him once more, planting a kiss on his cheek and then fumbling out of his bedroom. You can hear his laugh as you exit.

You sit back down next to Jude who still seems so engrossed into the movie, so he doesn’t bat an eye when Trent follows suit afterward. He fluffs the blanket over the two of you and keeps his hand lingering on your thigh. If you were stronger, you would’ve pushed it off, but you liked having his soothing touch on you again.

In the middle of the night, you stirred awake, shivering. The blanket you were wrapped in on the boy’s sofa wasn’t sufficient enough to keep you warm and you couldn’t bear another minute with your teeth chattering. Grumbling, you wrap the blanket around your body and tiptoe to Trent’s bedroom. He wouldn’t have minded, had basically whispered in your ear countless times to come sleep with him before you all went to bed.

As you open his bedroom door, you hear him shuffle around in his blankets, barely able to make out him rubbing his eyes while looking at you.

“I’m freezing,” you mutter, shutting his door. Trent understands immediately, doesn’t have to be told twice as he opens the blanket for you. It doesn’t take much for you to realize he’s shirtless, but you don’t care when you wrap your body around him and hold onto him like a koala.

“Your feet are cold,” he chuckles, his voice hoarse and throaty. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, now please finish tucking the blankets in and hold me.”

“Yes ma'am,” he mumbles. He makes sure you’re securely wrapped in the blanket and that there isn’t a pocket of space open somewhere. His arms slither around your back, and he presses a sleepy kiss to your forehead before shutting his eyes. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Trent.”

It takes you a couple of seconds to realize where you’re at in the morning, Trent’s white walls are a stark difference from your decorated covered walls. And his semi-hard dick pressed against your butt is certainly an unfamiliar feeling. Well, unfamiliar for only the past few months.

His hand is tucked tightly underneath your shirt, resting between the valley of your breasts. It was a position he resorted to all the time mid-sleep, and maybe you should’ve remembered that before crawling into his bed last night, but the shallow, labored breathing fanning across your neck lulled you back to sleep that your wind went fuzzy. All rational thoughts vanished.

Trent’s hips buckle up as he lets out a deep sigh, his dick only pressing further into you that you had to wake him up or separate. Gently, you slide his arm down, biting down your bottom lip as his hand brushes your nipple.

His eyes flutter open and he groans at the roll of your hips, “Stop moving.”

“You hurt,” you whisper.

“Yeah, you're hurting me,” he mumbles, pulling his hips back. He takes notice of his hand, sliding his hand out from underneath your shirt. “Fuck, sorry—”

“No, you’re hurting me, asshole,” you say at the same time. Trent’s cheeks are burning because he knows what position he was in, having always found himself in that same position every morning after being with you.

“I’m sorry,” he sits up, grumbling at the pain in his pants and embarrassment spreading to his face. He didn’t want to ruin the progress he had made, the two of you just sharing a kiss last night.

You sit up immediately with him, noticing the tension in his bare shoulders as he looks around his bedroom, debating his next move. You grasp his shoulder softly and he lets out a small gasp. “Hey, it’s okay. I was joking around. I’m not actually upset.”

Trent’s panicked eyes simmer down, “Okay.”

“Do you want to lay back down? It’s barely seven in the morning, I doubt the others are awake,” you continue, suddenly feeling nervous. You only started getting nervous in front of Trent after you caught feelings, before, you never had a problem poking jokes at him. You still had them, but they were much more tamed and timid.

He nods, letting out a shaky sigh as he gets back underneath the blankets. He crosses his arm, not daring to peer at you because he knows it wouldn’t help his ever growing erection. That burning hand you placed on his shoulders, sent him haywire for the thirty seconds it was on him.

And you hated the way you knew his body like the back of your hand. You knew how his long eyelashes would bat, his blown pupils, and why he bit onto his bottom lip almost drawing blood. The line of sweat that brimmed his forehead, his ragged breaths—god, you weren’t strong enough. It all went straight down to your core, making you squeeze your thighs a little tighter, and the second the bed dipped, Trent’s breath hitched.

“Do you,” you swallowed, “need help?”

Trent’s bare stomach caved in as he sighed, the bunched blanket barely stopping above the hemline of his pants. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he threw his crossed arms over his eyes, “Sweetheart, please don’t tease right now.”

What was once semi-hard was now raging and throbbing, way too rigid that even his breathing made him hurt. He felt your watchful eyes on him earlier, making him only grow harder as he tried to ignore it. Even if he were to scramble to his bathroom, it would hurt way too much that he would rather just sit and wait it out. But you were not making it easy, not when he could smell your shampoo still.

“I’m not teasing,” you say, voice a little louder laced with confidence.

Trent sucks his breath, “You’re cruel.”

You roll your eyes, “Do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

An eye peaks over his crossed arms, “Well when you put it like that—”

“And here I was trying to be nice and a little romantic.”

Trent chuckles as his arms flop down beside him, immediately grimacing as the force travels down, “Please just kiss me.”

He’s still facing the ceiling as he relinquished, eyes dancing around his bedroom and you. You stir beside him and he pouts. You snicker as you roll by his side, “So needy.” You press your lips on his pout and he’s immediately devouring you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he grips your neck. Your hand barely had time to slide down the back of his neck. Meanwhile his other hand is gripping a fistful of your shirt.

You force your head back, out of breath, “Okay—”

Trent lets out another guttural groan, his eyes squeezing in frustration, “I’m really fucking hard right now, so if you’re playing around just tell me so I can blow this load myself.”

“I’m not playing around, you said to kiss you! I didn’t think fucking tongue!” you yell, almost wanting to laugh at your two’s situation. You were being a little slow on purpose but come on now, it was a little funny at just how much the tables were turned. On so many occasions, Trent decided to be a dickwad and tease the hell out of you, and you relished the few times you were able to tease him back.

His bottom lip jutted out again, almost by reflex, and the vein popping out of his forehead didn’t make your building laughter any more suppressed. His fisted grip on your shirt loosened as he stirred.

“Okay, okay, no foreplay,” you conclude, pecking his pouty lip and pulling down his blanket. His eyes bulge and he attempts to pick up his head but immediately slams it back down with an agonized groan.

Jesus.

You pull down his tented pajama pants to his ankles, not bothering to take them off completely, and then eye him through his black briefs. He was rock solid, a small, darker spot of precum encircling near his tip. And once you pull down his boxers, it springs out, hitting his stomach. The tip glistened with precum.

He lamented after he was finally out of those constricting boxers.

“Everyone is still sleeping out there,” you warn. He nods frantically, grabbing onto a piece of the blanket and biting onto it. His bedroom walls were thick but with the silence of the morning, noise was bound to travel.

You seriously wanted to tease him on just how desperate he was behaving right now, but you didn’t want to add more frustration than what he was already feeling.

With one stroke of Trent’s leaking arousal with your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to put him out of his misery with your mouth. His own precum lubricated much of himself that he didn’t need your spit, so you gingerly lick his tip as he lets out another groan as he grips the sheets.

Your tongue lapped around his tip as your hand stroked what couldn’t fit in your mouth. You could feel him practically swelling with each pump that it wasn’t going to take much longer to come.

His stomach caved in rapidly as you slowly sunk your head down on him. It had been a while and your teeth may have grazed him by accident as you adjusted to his size but he didn’t care. He was too much in a haze with the feel of your lips and tongue.

Once you found your rhythm, you bobbed your head faster, licking and sucking him off until tears welled in your eyes. His hands were immediately prying at your head and neck as his hips bucked, his tip nearly hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, I’m about—” Usually you’d back off and dump his seed onto his stomach but you decided not to this time, lapping up his shaft one more time before circling his tip with your tongue and then prodding the slit. He winced as his hand grew tighter around your shoulder, his other hand stifling the moan that threatened to come out.

Trent’s hips buckled once more and finally you felt the steamy ropes of his seed fall into and around your mouth, you were not fast enough to catch him entirely. Feeling his entire stomach grumble as he came, you caressed his thighs as you swallowed what you could. He handed you the small towel he had near his bed and you really would’ve cringed if the circumstances were different, but his room wasn’t necessarily tidy. There were a couple of shirts strewn on the floor and he did seem to have just recently washed towels since there was a pile of them on the floor next to his bed.

His breathing was heavy as he tried to calm himself down as you cleaned your chin and the remnants that dribbled down onto his stomach. And the second you pushed his briefs back on him, he sat up straight immediately, attacking your face with a hungry kiss. You giggled as you fell back, him landing on top with a chuckle as his hand gently slipped down your neck.

He pulled back, a wide grin on his face as his locs unstuck from his sweaty forehead, “I think I had blue balls.”

“You think? You came in like two seconds,” you laugh.

He shushes you, “Don’t say that so loud—”

“You were all whiny and couldn’t even get up!”

He rolls his eyes, his hair flopping with his exaggerated roll, “I knew you’d laugh.”

“I helped you, didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes again, “Yeah, you did. Thank you, let me return the favor, yeah?”

“Hmmm,” you ponder. “Okay, go for it.”

He laughs, kissing you cheerfully. It doesn’t take long for you to be undressed and gripping onto his shoulders tightly with your thighs while his hand covers your mouth to stifle your moans.

Delilah taunts the group with her makeshift mistletoe, it hangs from the end of her long stick as she walks around. She had yet to stop on anyone—or pair rather—but you knew the moment you got up to get a drink from Trent she’d follow. And that’s exactly how you wound up in the position with everyone chanting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Your face radiates with heat as Trent smirks. You hid your nervous smile with your cup as Jude’s chant got louder. They crowd the kitchen, not daring to let up as the two of you get circled.

Trent nudges your hip with his, removing the cup from your face as his hand goes to your cheek and jaw. His eyes read yours briefly before dipping his head into a searing kiss. It wasn’t necessarily brief but it wasn’t long either as they erupt into a chorus of hoots and shocked gasps. Once he pulls away, he lets you bury your head into his chest, hugging you. His chest vibrates with his chuckle.

Your hands went through his unzipped brown fluffy sweater, head resting alongside the white sweater he wore. He looked so soft and comfy in the outfit, you had been dying to just give him a giant hug the moment you saw him.

He kisses your forehead tenderly, “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble, releasing him. His gentle and attentive eyes almost make your knees buckle, so you don’t notice everyone staring at the two of you because it felt like it was just you and him. You chuckle, “Surprise?”

Trent’s grip falls from your shoulder to your waist, a simpering smile as he pulls you closer to his side.

“I knew it!” Aaron yells and Trent shakes his head. “You’re such a liar.”

“What?” Trent feigns.

“I always said it looked like her car was out there and you always said that I was wrong,” Aaron says, taking a swig of his drink. Trent chuckles from behind you, throwing his arm across your shoulders as he forces you to fall back into his grasp.

Jude narrows his eyes, “Fairs.”

The girls direct their questions at you all at once but you don’t understand a thing. Trent kisses your forehead once more before letting go to let you have your space with the girls.

Ben whistles to get everyone’s attention for the Secret Santa exchange so the only question you get to answer is Sara’s: “How could you not tell us?” You sit next to the girls while Trent plops down on the couch next to Jude and Aaron.

One by one you all go in a circle exchanging gifts, you starting first with Delilah. You had gotten her the paint-by-numbers kit that she wanted the longest and pink slippers. Delilah gifts Aaron headphones; Aaron gifts Sara a new jewelry box that Ava helped pick out; Sara gifts Jude sunglasses; and Jude gifts Ben a new pair of Adidas boots and a box full of rubbers. Everyone laughs and momentarily gapes at this box full of condoms that Jude filled all the way to the top.

Ben then gets up and grabs his gift for Ava. Ava unwraps her highly anticipated book that she spammed the group chat with to get her, marveling at it. She then hurls Trent his gift and he chuckles at the new sweater he now has. It’s a long white knitted sweater that he’d probably look adorable in and you can’t help but to beam at him from across the room. The Christmas tree’s lights produce a glimmer in his eyes that makes you swoon when he locks eyes with you.

You didn’t even notice that you were the last one to yet receive your gift from…Trent. It doesn’t take long for you to realize he’s all who’s left, but the thought of who had you escaped your mind because you were too busy fawning over everyone else’s gifts.

Trent saunters towards you, a neatly wrapped white box with a red ribbon tied in the center. He sits down onto the side of the couch and hovers over you. His warmth radiates onto you that the urge to take him back into his room to cuddle him is so strong, but the others were staring as they waited for you to open the box.

You tear off the wrapping paper and open the box, inside is a neatly folded pink hoodie. Just from the sheer size of it you can tell it’s thick and cozy.

“I know how you always get cold,” he whispers.

You smile brightly, cheeks feeling warm as you pull it out. Underneath it is fuzzy red socks and you gasp, “This is so cute, thank you!”

For whatever reason, as you look up at him your eyes are nearly filled with tears that you have to blink them away rapidly. He chuckles, bending down to kiss your smile. Needless to say, you had made up your mind. This man held your heart in the palm of his hands.

Meanwhile, Ben stuffs a handful of rubbers into Trent’s palm and he laughs as he drops them into your box.

“Way to be romantic,” you scold, peering up at him.

Trent bends down to be level with your ear, “Saying that when you had my dick in your mouth hours ago.”

You slap his jean-clad thigh, “Trent!”

He may have looked like a sweet cuddly bear in his outfit but he was anything but, especially when the night was still young.

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Note: OKAY I promise I will steer away from friend groups in my next fic LOL.

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: We see Imogen working at her job behind the counter of Faramore’s General Store. An elderly lady is attempting to describe what she wants without actually using any descriptive nouns. Frustrated, Imogen taps into her thoughts to get an idea of what she’s describing and finishes her sentences for her. A variety of things are on display: tools, bolts of fabric, barrels of apples and pickles, jars of candy, hanging horse tack, coils of rope, canned goods, lanterns. All during this conversation a family of several runny-nosed children is putting their hands all over everything, which makes Imogen wince.

Elderly Customer: Now, I need two yards of the red, you know, with the checks . . .

Imogen: Flannel?

Elderly Customer: And half a pound of the little round . . .

Imogen: Peppermints?

Elderly Customer: Yes, and three tins of the one . . . with the blue label . . .

Imogen: . . . Pomade?

Elderly Customer: No need to be so impatient, missy. I’m getting to it.

Panel 2: Next up is the mother of the several germy children, who slams down her shopping list. One of the children, last seen wiping their nose on the back of their hand, puts their hands into a jar of candy, which makes Imogen wince harder.

Karen: About time. I need two bottles of Zenotha’s Throat Elixir, a five-pound bag of rice, a braid of garlic, a jar of turmeric powder, a pound of coffee beans, and a dozen handkerchiefs.

Imogen: I’m afraid we’re out of throat elixir, ma’am, but I could place an order for you. What kind of handkerchiefs--

Karen: What do you mean, you’re out?? Why don’t you go on and check in the back?

Imogen: Sure, ma’am. Just a minute.

Panel 3: In the back. Laudna is there, taking inventory in a notebook.

Imogen: Hey, Laudna?

Laudna: Hmm?

Imogen: We got any more of that Zenotha’s Throat Elixir?

Laudna: Oh, no. We’ve been out of that for days.

Imogen: {sigh} That’s what I thought. Gonna get eaten alive out there.

Panel 4: Laudna absently pats a few sacks of dry beans on a shelf.

Imogen: You likin’ your new job?

Laudna: Oh, yes! Though it does get a bit lonely back here.

Imogen: Heh. Wanna trade? It is definitely not lonely out there.

Laudna: I think I could make a good shop girl! What do you think, Pâté?

Pâté: Got a face for customer service, you ‘ave.

Imogen: {sigh} I miss workin’ with the horses. They’re much easier to please. Panel 5: She goes back out, empty-handed, and starts compiling the rest of the order. The mother of the several germy children gets right up in her face as she yells at her across the counter.

Imogen: I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s out of stock. I can place an order for you and it’ll be here in about two weeks. In the meantime, would you like some lozenges, or --

Karen: Two weeks?? I can’t wait that long! My kids need it now!

Her Thoughts: worthless lazy girl I bet she didn’t even look what am I going to do now nowhere else has it useless useless useless

Imogen: I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s been in real high demand lately.

Karen: Hurry up! I can’t wait all day if I have to go huntin’ all over town for the things y’all don’t have here.

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role comic #imogen temult #laudna #gelvaan #imodna #southerngothic #comics #a long road home #mintywolf

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whore-era · 1 year

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under the weather

☁︎ ellie williams x fem!reader ☁︎ fluff ☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes care of her sick girlfriend. ☁︎ a/n: my first ellie fic! let me know how u guys like it, reblogs and comments r much much appreciated! ☁︎ word count: 1,475

“babe! open up!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you muttered, tightening the blanket wrapped around you.

opening the front door, a gust of crisp, frigid wind blew in your face inducing a full-body shiver. stepping inside the foyer of your house, ellie gave you a confused look as she leaned down to greet you with a kiss on your forehead.

“why’re you still in your pjs? we start patrol in 45 minutes,” she asked. about to answer her question, you let out a deafening sneeze.

“i know, babe. i’m sorry- i- i woke up late this morning and, you know, i’m still trying to wake up a little bit but i’m feeling a bit-,” you pause to sneeze, “-a bit groggy.”

you use your long sleeve shirt to wipe your nose, and as disgusting as that was, you couldn’t be bothered to care. your head was pounding, your throat was sore, and your nose was all red and runny. it was obvious you’ve seen better days.

“just give me 10 m-minutes, els. i’ll be dressed for patrol,” you murmured, attempting to reassure ellie with a weak smile.

you should’ve known she was smarter than that. she took one look at you—still in your pajamas with messy hair and a blanket cocooning your frame—and determined that you wouldn’t be going anywhere; knowing that if you were to step out of the warmth of your home into the freezing, jackson winter, you’d probably pass out.

“oh, no. you will not be getting dressed, little lady, let alone going to patrol,” she raised a brow at you, and her cold hands made their way to cup your cheeks. the unexpected chill of her palms on your face evoked a wince from you.

“fuck, baby, you’re burning up,” she cooed at you, “you’re in no shape to be leaving this house today.”

“then what are we gonna-,” sneeze, “-do?”, you look up at her with glossy eyes. her green orbs soften and she lets out an apprehensive sigh.

“well, i’m gonna go let jesse know that we won’t be going to patrol today,” your brows furrowed in confusion. did she say ‘we’?

“what do you mean ‘we’?”, you asked, your voice coming out all congested and muffled.

“uh, yeah. you think i’m gonna let my favorite girl stay here all alone?”, ellie narrowed her eyes, “especially while she’s sick?”

“els, i can take care of myself just fine,“ you countered, “just have jesse or dina take my place instead. i don’t want you seeing me all ugly and germy and gross.”

she let out one of her award-winning laughs, “you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, even if you’re quote-unquote ‘germy and gross’,” “besides, it’d bug me all day knowing i left you alone while you weren’t feeling good.”

“but-“ you began, but before you had time to interject, your girlfriend interrupted you.

“no buts, you know damn well you would do the same for me, baby.” ellie walked over to you, taking your ice-cold hands into hers, squeezing them tenderly to warm them up. “let me take care of you.”

of course, you couldn’t say no to her. the way she’s just so insistent on taking care of you, even when you’re all snotty-nosed and sneezy. it made your heart swell.

“m’kay.” you gave in softly looking down at your feet, “i..i just feel bad, y’know? they need you out there.”

ellie’s finger lifted your chin up softly, your eyes meeting with her green ones. “i know, sweet girl. but right now, you need me in here.” she leans down and kisses you briefly on the lips, sending your heart in a frenzy, as all her kisses did.

“why don’t you go in your room and lay back down? yea, baby?” ellie instructed, “i’m gonna go real quick and tell jess the news. i’ll be back in a sec.”

you weren’t sure when you woke up from your short nap, but by the time you did, ellie still hadn’t been back yet. it worried you a bit, and if you weren’t feeling so feeble and faint, you’d definitely be searching for her right now.

so, there you were, sprawled out on your bed, blankets tangled between your legs every which way. your eyes shut closed, but your body sank into the silence, soothing you.

you hear the front door open and then close. god, if i’m about to be robbed, then this will be their easiest heist yet. you had no energy to even call out who it was.

“babe? y’awake?”, ellie greets with a knock on your bedroom door.

“mmm.” you managed to groan in response, you pick your head up and squint your eyes open, seeing that your girlfriend has changed her clothes into something a bit more comfortable—a hoodie with sweats—and that she has a bag in her hand.

“what’s that?” you question, using your elbows to prop yourself up in bed. ellie walks over to you, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. she opens the bag and inside is a thermos, various snacks, tea bags, medicine, and a DVD.

“i just thought i’d pick up some things for you. i mean— we’re gonna be here all day. didn’t wanna be unprepared,” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. you wrapped your arms around her tightly, “thank you.” you whispered.

her arms wrapped around your waist, one of her hands rubbing your back soothingly, “it’s nothing. anything for you, sweet girl.”

as you sat in bed, watching the DVD ellie picked up, ellie took care of everything.

turns out, maria made a batch of chowder for you after hearing that you were feeling under the weather. she also threw in some tea bags to help soothe the sore throat. ellie made sure you were bundled up like a baby, and had no complaints tending to you or cleaning up after your messes.

now your head laid on her lap, both of you intent on the movie playing in front of you. you turned your head, admiring the way ellie’s eyes were so focused and how perfectly her freckles sprinkled her face. she looked down at you, catching you red-handed.

“what?” she asked, shakiness in her voice.

“nothing.” you murmured, your eyes still studying her.

“y’sure?”

“yea,” you smiled, “i just like looking at you.”

hues of pink faded onto her cheekbones and across her speckled nose, “well— stop.”

“why?”

ellie let out a nervous laugh, which was new to you. “because you’re making me nervous.”

you smiled and rolled your eyes, “fine, fine.” but now ellie couldn’t stop looking at your face. she intently studied every detail; the wisps of your eyelashes, the curves of your nose, the way the soft glow of the TV illuminated your face, the shape of your lips. it was like she was seeing you for the first time all over again. falling in love with you all over again.

ellie didn't care if your hair was all over the place or if your nose was red from rubbing it all day. she didn't give a fuck if you were dressed down, or if you sounded 'weird'. even in your sickest state, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl this universe had to offer.

she bent her head down, planting yet another warm kiss on your lips.

“you’ve got to stop kissing me before you get sick, silly goose.” you contended, eliciting a laugh from her.

“if i were to get sick for every time i kissed you, put me in the hospital,” ellie joked. you snorted and rolled your eyes, “ha ha, nice one.”

you got up, and sat against the headboard of your bed next to her. “seriously though, els. thank you for doing all of this for me,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “no one’s really ever done this for me before.” you looked down at your hands, beginning to feel all shy in front of her now. it was a habit, avoiding eye contact with ellie everytime you were opening up to her. it made you feel vulnerable and anxious.

“hey, look at me,” she lifts your chin up, your eyes meeting hers again, “what’d i tell you?”

ellie’s eyes studied yours, “i’ll always take care of you. as long as you’re with me, i’ll be the one taking care of you.” no doubt was in her voice.

“‘kay, sweet girl?”, she asked, and you nodded. ellie smiled at you and her lips pressed against your cheek.

“i love you.” your heart warmed up and your stomach erupted with butterflies. it always took you by surprise how much of an effect ellie had on your body.

“i love you, ellie.”

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff

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straightupsickfics · 2 years

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a small modern au moment for ed and stede because i wanted them to walk around target and buy sick people things, and so ed can buy stede a stuffed animal when he's sick <;3

also this fills the square "you've been doing that all day” on my bingo card!

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"Still with me?" Ed asks, a note of fond sympathy in his voice when Stede just blinks at him wearily, then cups a crumpled tissue over his mouth and nose and sneezes before he can answer.

"Hh'tshh! huh’tshmphh! Oh, snf! SNF! S-scuse mbe..." Stede says, pushing his nose into the tissue and doing his very best to sniffle quietly.

"Bless you," Ed says, resting a hand on Stede's back. He leans in and kisses the back of Stede's neck, where his blond hair tends to curl in just a bit, and smiles when Stede shivers at the attention. "You've been doing that all day."

"Sndeezing? Or—" Stede breaks off and coughs into his elbow, then clears his throat and sniffles again, his voice sounding more dulled and congested than before when he continues. "Or coughing?" he finishes, looking dubiously at Ed.

"Well, both," Ed says. "But we're going to fix that!" He gestures to the shelves of tissues in front of them. "We'll get the nice ones that you like, those soft ones..." He leans down and peers at the options in front of him, then holds the box aloft, victorious, when he finds it.

Stede gives him a watery-eyed smile. Trust Ed to make even a walk through Target into an adventure. Stede kind of loves that about him, though, and he knows that Ed will likely make it his personal mission to make sure he feels better, even if it means he'll be sick in a week himself.

Stede lets Ed lead them through the aisles, too bleary-eyed and distracted by his runny nose to do much else.

In fact, Stede's been so out of it for the majority of the trip that he must have missed most of what Ed's been picking up. When he turns to peer into the basket in Ed's hand, he spots a box of his favorite tea, a box of popsicles they both like, and a very soft-looking stuffed animal that appears to be a whale.

"You really don't ndeed snf! to get all this, darling," Stede says, kissing Ed's shoulder when they stop to debate cough drop flavors. "We have tea at home and surely that's meant for someone younger than me..."

Ed frowns. "I am going to make you so much tea, we're going to need the back up," he informs him. "And there's no age limit of soft, adorable whales, at least not the last time I checked." He lifts the whale out of the basket and holds it out to Stede, his eyes sparkling as he smiles. "You'd say no to this face?"

Stede sniffles and then smiles. "Which, his or yours?" He asks, teasing.

"Well, I meant his, but mostly because I already know you can't say no to mine."

This is true, and Stede tells him as much.

"Good, that's settled then, you'll be coming home with us," Ed says to the whale before tossing it back into the basket.

Something warm unfurls in Stede's chest as Ed talks, and maybe it's the cold making him sappy, but it strikes him just how lucky he is to have found someone so very dedicated to making him happy and comfortable, even when he's a drippy, germy mess in the middle of Target on a hot summer day. Stede wraps his arms around Ed's waist from behind him, tucking his face into the warm spot between his shoulder blades.

This doesn't last long, though, not with how stuffed up Stede is, but he stays wrapped around Ed, anyway.

"Hi," Ed says, turning his head to kiss Stede's cheek.

"H-hi," Stede says, but his nose is running again, tickling him, and he tries to sniffle before he sneezes again, but it's to no avail. Instead, he muffles them back as best he can against Ed's shoulder.

“H’ehh… hetCHssh! tChisshh! Uht’dschhhH! Snf! SNF! God, I'mb a mbess, sorry..."

Ed gives a soft tsk, and turns to face Stede. "Sh, don't be. You caught a cold, that's all. Bless you, by the way," he adds.

"Thanks," Stede sniffles, all the energy sapped from him from one quick loop around Target, then sighs. "Who even catches a cold in the summer?"

"You, dear," Ed says, smiling fondly at him. "You're unique like that. Let's get you home, yeah? You look like you could use a nap and some tea and..." Ed pulls the whale back out of the cart and holds it out to Stede, beaming.

It is rather cute, blue and soft with a smile stitched onto its mouth. Stede takes it without argument this time, and lets Ed take his hand as they walk to the check out.

#ed is extremely sweet and he will buy every silly thing to make stede happy when he's sick i'm positive about this #it's monday tomorrow so we can have something soft and sweet tn #as a treat #of//md #my fic #of//md bingo #modern au #tiny cat au

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Fly For Me || p.p.

peter parker x reader

Synopsis: Bad luck always seems to find its way to you… until you meet your good luck charm.

It all started the day you were born. Seriously. You were born October 13th on a Friday. You’re not sure why you were dealt these cards. Maybe your mom walked underneath a ladder with an upside horseshoe in her hand and then immediately broke a mirror when she was pregnant with you.

Either way, bad luck has you in a chokehold, no matter how many superstitions you vowed to avoid. Find a penny face down? Leave it be. Need to look in the mirror? Just making sure you aren’t in breaking distance. No umbrellas, no ladders, no cracks in the sidewalk.

You avoided it all, but sour luck was your best friend. Whether you liked it or not.

You’re 12 years old, the ripe old age of awkward preteen, and you’re at your first coed party. Awkward might actually be an understatement here. You and your friends did what you thought all kids did at parties based off of movies. You had a dance party, watched scary movies, and played spin the bottle.

You’ve never kissed anyone before. You’ve never even been alone in a room with a boy until today. “Y/n, it’s your turn!” One of your friends giggled.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants before giving the empty coke bottle a good spin. You’re almost sure the sound of your pounding heart is loud enough for the person next to you to hear. The bottle spins for an eternity until finally it lands on—

“Germy! I mean, Jeremy.” Another little girl giggles as the nose of the bottle lands on Jeremy Welch, the boy with year round allergies.

He was actually a pretty cool dude once you get past the constant snot running from his nose. You watch him obnoxiously wipe his reddened nose with his sleeve, trying so hard not to make a rude face. “Ready?” He asks with another sniffle.

“Ready.” You squeak.

Reluctantly, you crawl over to his spot. You slowly lean in with your lips already puckered. ‘Please don’t sneeze. Please don’t sneeze. Please don’t sneeze.’ You think to yourself. Your lips practically hover over his and all you have to do is connect them. At the speed of light, you peck him on the lips, feeling accomplished for finally getting your first kiss over with. Just as you were about to celebrate, “ACHOO!”

Your muscles completely stiffen as you feel a spray of liquid cover your entire face. You hear a chorus of “Ew!”s and loud screams as the circle of children surrounding you quickly disperse.

“I’m sorry!” Jeremy exclaims.

You remain in the same position, frozen, eyes still closed and your mouth parted… unfortunately. “I-It’s okay.” You insist when in reality you were holding back the most horrendous gag.

You decided coed parties aren’t all that great after this.

….

Freshmen year of high school. You’re 14 years old. You weren’t too unlucky this year, aside from the occasion slipping in the hallway or missing the bus. You can barely contain your excitement as your science teacher explains how to conduct the experiment in front of you. Science is your favorite subject, and you always enjoy lab days.

“Make sure you only pour 50 mL into the beaker. Any less won’t show results and any more will be a problem.” The teacher explains loudly before allowing the students to begin their experiment.

Your lab partner, Gwen, paid little to no attention during class, but you didn’t mind doing most of the work. She sits there with her head resting on the desk while fiddling with the bunsen burner.

“Can you not do that?” You ask her. “I don’t think these chemicals should be around an open flame.”

She rolls her eyes before turning her attention to you. “Take a chill pill, teacher’s pet. You really think they give us real chemicals?”

“Uh yeah. That’s why we have lab coats and goggles on.” You point out as if it weren’t obvious enough.

Gwen scoffs, “Whatever.”

She goes back to the same position, continuing to flick the burner on and off. You let out a defeated huff as you try to ignore her. Once you’ve gotten the measurements correct, you’re ready to pour the chemicals into the beaker for a final result. The liquid inside the beaker is supposed to change states of matter and shoot colorful bubbles into the air.

You smile to yourself as you stand up to reassure you pour the perfect amount. As your arm goes up to begin pouring, Gwen happened to flip the burner on and the sleeve of your lab coat catches fire. You noticed the heat immediately and panicked.

You let out a scream while you accidentally pour all of the chemicals into the beaker rather than the 50 mL like you were supposed to. A giant explosion of bubbles burst from your beaker, but you’re still more concerned about literally being on fire. You shake your arm wildly as you back away from your desk. In doing so, you bump into another student and they also pour too much into their beaker. This somehow starts a chain reaction. One by one, each student’s experiment explodes with a mess of uncontrollable bubbles. No one, except for the teacher, is upset by it. This result was way cooler than what was originally planned.

You and Gwen ended up in detention for being unsafe and a disturbance to the class. You weren’t completely out of luck that day though— you ended up with a best friend.

….

“Right there! I saw another shooting star.” One of your friends shout as they point at the night sky. It was clearer than usual tonight.

It’s currently the last day of summer break, and tomorrow is your first day of junior year. You turn 17 in 2 months.

You’re sprawled out in a grassy field with Gwen and a few of your mutual friends. Stargazing has become a hobby for you this summer, although you can never make out any constellations. The stars are still pretty to look at. Your friends “ooh” and “ahh” as they take turns pointing out constellations they recognize. You kept quiet off to the side, knowing there was no point in even trying. You just can’t make out the shapes and you always miss shooting stars by seconds.

Gwen nudges your shoulder, pulling you out of your deep thoughts. “What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You shrug.

She props herself up on her elbow to get a better look at your face, “You’re lying. You’re being all sad and sulky.”

“I am not sad and sulky.” You chuckle, sitting up to gather your things. “But I am gonna go. It’s getting late.”

She frowns, “No, it’s so nice out! You can leave whenever you finally catch a shooting star.”

You laugh again, “I’d be here all night. Shooting stars never fly for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You say goodnight to all of your friends as you begin your walk back home. You didn’t want to say anything, but you’re really worried. The first day of school never goes well for you, something always has to go wrong. Like on the first day of 7th grade when the electricity went out at your house while you were straightening your hair. You had to go your entire first day of school with only half of your hair done.

As you walk up the steps to your house, you take one more look at the night sky. You pause for a few seconds, hoping that maybe you’ll see your first shooting star. You look and look, but nothing. You choose to close your eyes and make a wish anyway.

“Please give me a break this year.” You beg the universe before entering your dimly lit home.

….

The next morning, you woke up surprisingly refreshed. You were able to go through your entire morning routine without a single problem. Everything ran smoothly, which you find odd, but you aren’t going to complain.

You walk through the halls with Gwen and the same group of people from last night, showing one another your schedules to see which classes you have together.

“Y/n, you have gym with us?” One of the girls ask.

You nod your head excitedly, “Yes! I’m gonna try out for the volleyball team this year, remember?”

All of them except Gwen trade skeptical looks with each other. A smile cracks on one of their faces, “We thought you were joking.”

“Um no.” You chuckle, feeling a little less confident, “I really want to give it a try this year.”

Again, they all go silent and trade looks with each other as you all continue walking. “No offense, Y/n, but we don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Are you serious, guys? Come on.” Gwen pinches the bridge of her nose. You look at her confused, but all she does is shake her head in annoyance.

“Is there something I don’t know about?” You ask out loud.

One of the girls sighs before stopping in her tracks, causing the rest of you to stop as well. “We don’t want you joining the team because everyone knows you’re bad luck.” She tells you straight up.

You’re a little taken aback, and quite frankly, hurt by her bluntness. Sure bad things happen to you more than most, but for someone to call you the bad luck stings. Regardless, you try to laugh it off.

“I-I am not bad luck!” You chuckle, hoping the louder you talked, the more believable you’d sound.

Another one of them speaks up, “Y/n, the first day we met I had to go to the hospital.”

“How is you having a peanut allergy my fault?!”

“You broke my EpiPen!”

You open your mouth to argue back until you realize she was right. You had forgotten about that incident.

“Ugh whatever. I’m gonna prove you guys wrong.” You declare as you begin walking away from them backwards.

“Be careful.” Gwen warns, but you ignore her.

You continue, “I’m trying out for the volleyball team and I’m gonna make it!”

She steps towards you cautiously, “Y/n-”

“No, Gwen! I’m serious. I’m gonna join the team and we’re gonna be national fucking champions all because of—” Your rant is cut short by a sudden drop in your stomach.

You hadn’t realized it, but you started walking backwards right towards a staircase. That’s what Gwen was trying to save you from. She launches herself forward to grab your hand, but barely misses. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the worst. You expect your body to go tumbling down the several steps below you, but instead you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You gasp and stumble a bit as you try to regain your balance. The person who caught you keeps their arms around you until your feet are firm on the ground.

When you look up, you’re met with the most delicate pair of brown eyes. His hair is nearly combed down, but the curls near the nape of his neck managed to escape. The boy’s eyebrows are knitted with concern and you’re reminded that he literally just saved you from falling to your death.

“You gotta be careful. There’s stairs here.” He says. His voice is sweet and gentle, and it matches the way he looks perfectly. You instantly grow nervous and all you can do it smile like an embarrassed idiot.

“Yeah. Right. I should pay more attention.” You chuckle, “Good thing you were there though. Um, thank you.”

Just when you thought this guy couldn’t get any cuter, he smiles. You swear your heart grew wings and flew away in that moment. Gwen still stands there, smirking at the way his eyes wander up and down your body.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He says suavely, “I’m Peter.”

Of course he has the most perfect name too. You outstretch a hand and he happily takes it, “Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Well I hope to see you around, Y/n.” Peter smiles again and then continues his trek to class.

He leaves you absolutely speechless. You look over at Gwen in disbelief before squealing enthusiastically. She pulls you into a tight hug and jokes, “Fuck volleyball. Serve me a piece of Peter.”

You laugh at your friend’s dirty joke and decide it’s time for you to also head to your next class. You tried your best to pay attention during your remaining classes, but Peter never stopped running through your mind. The feeling of having his arms wrapped around you is something you find yourself beginning to crave.

The last bell of the day rings and the tension in your muscles melts away. You’ve nearly made it through the first day of school without staining your clothes, catching on fire, or embarrassing yourself for the thousandth time.

You practically skip to the front doors, a certain boy still lingering through your mind. All day long you’ve been questioning how you’ve never seen him before. He surely has a face you would never forget. You haven’t seen him since he saved you by the staircase and as much as you hate to admit it, that bummed you out. Midtown High is a pretty big school, so what if you never cross paths again?

Once again, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t notice the big sign on the door telling you not to use it. Unbeknown to you, on the other side of the door is a maintenance man touching up the paint outside of the school. He’s at the very top of a tall ladder with a bucket of paint perfectly balanced on the ajar door— the one you stupidly push open with all your might.

It all happens in a matter of seconds. The man fumbles desperately, trying not to fall backwards on the ladder while the bucket of white paint tips over right in your direction. However, before you can even process what’s about to happen, you feel something sticky on your arm and then a strong force yanks you to the side. You gasp in shock as you land in a familiar pair of arms and watch as the paint splatters where you stood just seconds ago. Once you look up, you see none other than Peter.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, Y/n.”

“Uh yeah, yeah we do.” You stammer. The sound of your name rolling off of his tongue sends chills throughout your body.

He loosens his hold on you, but keeps a hand on your back. “Are you okay? I didn’t pull you too hard, did I?” Peter asks you.

“No, but now that I think about it, how did you do that? You must’ve been standing about 4 feet away from me.”

He blinks as his mind goes blank, “Uh, I’m just really fast.”

You snort, “I feel sorry for your girlfriend.”

Peter drops his jaw and let’s out a surprised chuckle. “Okay 1. I don’t have a girlfriend and 2… no comment.”

You smile and laugh along with Peter as he is now the one blushing like a fool. The two of you easily fell into a conversation, almost like you’ve known each other for years. After bantering back and forth for a few more minutes, Peter strongly recommends that he should walk you home.

“Just for safety reasons! You always seem to be a hair away from trouble.” He points out.

“You’re not wrong. I guess I’ll let you walk me home. Just this once.”

Peter finds himself walking you home everyday after school and texting you all day on the weekends. You both clicked immediately and the more you learned about him, the more you began to fall for him. The constant talking goes on for weeks and you couldn’t help but notice that your bad luck has seemingly washed away. Something would come so close to going bad, but Peter was always there to save the day.

It’s like he’s your shield— the only thing that could protect from the punishments of the cruel world. Peter is your smart, dorky, kind shield. You’re worried that the universe is finally giving you a good thing, just to snatch it out of your grasp when you get too comfortable. Losing him would be the ultimate form of bad luck, and that terrifies you.

“Hold on. Your shoe’s untied.” Peter stops you. He bends down on one knee and begins to tie your shoe in the middle of the hallway, “I don’t want you to fall.” He smiles sheepishly.

You reciprocate the smile and thank him shyly. Walking you home everyday soon turned into walking you to class every period. You’re amazed by how he can manage to pick you up from one class, drop you off at another, and still get to his class on time. It’s like he’s superhuman. No one has ever tried this hard for you. You’re used to people avoiding you like you’re a black cat, but not Peter.

Your hands continuously bump one another’s as you walk side by side like they always do, but this time Peter confidently intertwines them. You don’t even bother trying to hide the heat burning on your face for once. You give him a squeeze and happily lean into him.

Soon, you arrive to your classroom and it’s time to say bye to Peter— for the next hour at least. You turn to face him, still hand in hand, and both of you look at each other like lovesick puppies.

“So I was thinking about having lunch off campus tomorrow. Care to join me?” You offer.

His smile falters and his shoulders drop, “I forgot to tell you. I have a decathlon competition tomorrow and I won’t be at school all day.”

“Oh.” You frown, “I forgot I’m with a genius.”

Peter raises his eyebrows at the sound of those words coming from your mouth. It takes a little bit longer for you to register what you just said, and you immediately slap your hand over your mouth.

“What do you mean by ‘with’, huh?” Peter laughs incredulously.

Your face burns and you want to sink into the floor forever. It’s clear that you and Peter both like each other, but you didn’t want to be the first one to actually acknowledge it.

“N-Nothing. I meant that I’m, like, well… Shut up, Peter.” You shove his shoulder lightheartedly as you try to push past him to walk into your class.

“Hey I’m kidding, I’m kidding. C’mon.” Peter gently grabs your shoulders and makes you look at him, an amused expression still on his face. “I’m glad you said it first. It’s an honor to be with the prettiest girl in school.”

He nudges your chin before closing the gap between your chests. Your faces inch closer and closer together, and you can feel your heart starting to race. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, “So, does this mean we’re… ya know?”

Peter chuckles lightly, “Yeah we’re.. “ya know”. And I want to kiss my “you know what” now, if that’s alright.”

You don’t trust yourself to not squeal with excitement, so you nod your head eagerly instead. He brushes his thumb gingerly over your cheek and stares into your eyes with his pupils dilated. Peter smiles before finally beginning to slowly lean in.

“Heads up!” A husky voice bellows, but you’re so caught up in the moment you can barely hear it.

Luckily though, Peter was able to quickly pull his mind from the drunken, lovesick state. Without ever taking his eyes off of you, he reaches up with one hand to catch a football that was flying directly towards your head. Your eyes widen when you see how close you were to a mild concussion.

Once again, Peter (quite literally) singlehandedly saves you from total embarrassment and a ridiculous injury. You break out with an impressed grin, “How did—”

Before you could press him for an explanation, he wraps his arm around the small of your back and pulls you in for a kiss. You relax into him, but you didn’t feel a spark like every cheesy romance novel describes. There’s no electricity, no fireworks ignite. Instead, it feels like everything in the universe is perfectly aligned. For once. You think to yourself, ‘This must be what it feels like to be a shooting star.’

The kiss was passionate, but short. Surprised by his own sudden bravery, Peter pulls away with rosy cheeks and the lingering taste of your coconut flavored chapstick. He looks at you as if you’re the reason the sun rises. “Wow.” He mutters under his breath, but you can still hear him.

“Wow.” You reiterate.

“Wow.” A third, disembodied voice coos, “Young love at its finest. Can I have my ball back?”

One of your school’s football players stands there, having witness the kiss. You didn’t even realize Peter still had the ball palmed in his hand.

“Oh yeah. Sorry.” He mumbles as he returns it.

“No problem, bro.” The football player tucks the ball under one arm while hooking the other one around the back Peter’s neck and walking away from you, “So, have you ever thought about joining the team?”

Peter looks back at you with an apologetic smile as you laugh, “I’ll see you after class!”

After a torturous 60 minutes pass, you’re greeted outside of your classroom by the curly haired boy as promised. You go on about your day being more affectionate than usual. Lunch may or may not have been spent making out underneath the bleachers in the gym.

It was the best day you’ve had in a long time, unfortunately, followed by the worst. First thing in the morning, you overslept and ended up late to first period. You tried not to let it get to you because it was only one little hiccup. But one hiccup turned into two, which turned into three, and so on and so on.

It was like every little thing, every corner you turned, something bad was waiting to happen. This is the first day you haven’t seen Peter since you first met, and it’s like all the bad luck he was preventing bubbled up for too long. Now it’s all unleashing on you, all at once.

You fell in the hallway, accidentally wore different shoes on each foot, got your hair stuck in your locker, forgot your homework at home, and dropped your phone in the toilet. This was all during the first two hours at school. After someone spilled iced coffee on your favorite white shirt during lunch, you couldn’t take it anymore and decided skip the rest of the school day. The universe showed no mercy at this point, however. On your walk home, you got attacked by a bird and chased by a small dog for rest way.

Frustrated tears welled up in your eyes as soon as you made it through your front door. You slug through your house, trying to carefully make it to your room. You decided you’re just going to lay down for the rest of the night. Nothing bad can happen if you stay in bed. Or so you thought. The universe has one last “fuck you” up its sleeve. When you finally make it to your room, you almost immediately stub your toe on the leg of your desk.

A loud yelp escapes your lips as you crumble to the ground. You actually just end up staying there, afraid of something else happening like the ceiling collapsing right on top of you when you get into bed. The worst part of this is that you can’t even text Peter, let alone hear his voice because of your phone. He’s really all you need or want right now. You curl up in a ball on the floor as your heart aches with sadness. Your eyes flutter shut and you hope that when you wake up, it’ll be the next day so you can see Peter again.

Hours go by and the sun is now set. The only source of light in your room comes from the full moon shining through your open curtains. You’re brought out of your sleep by the sound of low growling.

“I better be dreaming, I swear to god.” You mutter sleepily.

As your eyes open up, you see the tiny dog that chased you for 3 blocks sitting in the doorway of your room. Your soul jumps out of your body as you sit up and scramble backwards towards your bed.

“Oh, you’re up now! I would’ve told you to get in bed, but you looked so peaceful.” Your mom appears and casually picks up the demon dog.

“Did you mean to let that thing inside? I can call animal control for you.” You spit.

Your mom lets out a hearty laugh and continues to cradle the dog, who is now the perfect angel, in her arms. “No, silly. This poor thing was sitting outside. She doesn’t have a collar or anything, so I think I might keep her.”

“Perfect.” You groan, pulling yourself into bed.

“But I’m assuming you won’t be calling anyone any time soon.” She says.

You look at her in confusion before she pulls out a ziplock bag filled with rice and your wet phone. You spring out of bed, having forgotten all about taking care of your phone until now. Your mom explains that she put it in the bag hours ago, but there’s a chance it was a little too late.

With a sigh, you thank her anyway and shove the bag into your back pocket. “Where are you going?” She asks when you begin to walk to the front door.

You throw on a jacket and zip it up, still wearing your coffee stained shirt. “Down the street to Delmar’s. I’m hungry.” You explain.

“I don’t want you going alone, sweetie. It’s dark out. Is that nice Pablo boy going with you?” She asks.

“Yeah, mom. I’m meeting Pablo there.” You give her a weak smile as you step out the door. You feel bad for lying to her, but today was too much for you. A short walk might help take things off of your mind.

You tuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you stroll down the sidewalk absentmindedly. You’ve never been one to throw a pity party, but tonight is an exception. Tonight you’re going to let yourself be pissed at the world all because of some spilt coffee and a stubbed toe. What was originally supposed to be a walk around the block turned into a walk in the dangerous part of your neighborhood. Nothing too crazy, just the usual battery and robbery.

By the time you realized where you were, it was too late to turn back. It was safer to stare straight ahead and walk faster until you get to a better part of the neighborhood. You start to get the unsettling feeling that someone was tailing you, but when you look back, you’re completely alone. Your stomach twist with anxiety as you walk even faster now. The sound of your heartbeat pounds in your own ears and you begin to sweat. At this point, you don’t even know your way back home.

You go to quickly turn a random corner when you see the figure of a man stomping right towards you. “Hey! Have you seen my dog?”

You’re too scared to even process what he asked you. In a poor attempt at escaping what you thought was potential danger, you try running across the street. However, your stupid shoelaces were untied. You smack on to the gravelly road and groan in pain. You just want to give up and lie there exactly like you did in your room. Still, you power through your misfortune and sluggishly push yourself up to your feet.

Just as an exasperated sigh leaves your lips, you noticed two growing lights rapidly heading right in your direction. You freeze like a deer, and per usual, all you can do is close your eyes while you prepare for the impact. Thankfully, the only collision you feel is a strong chest and an even stronger arm wrap around your body. You shriek as your feet are lifted off the ground and wild wind begins blowing through your already messy hair. Just as fast as it happened, you’re being set down on the cold floor.

You open your panicked eyes and see—

“Spider-man?”

“Y/n, are- I mean, uh…” He suddenly forces his voice to go deeper, “Random citizen, who I don’t know, are you okay?”

You want to be excited that you’re meeting the famous neighborhood hero. Not only meeting him, he just saved your life! But you’ve finally reached your limits. In the blink of an eye, tears begin to slip down your face as your body racks with heavy sobs. “I’m not. I’m not okay.” You cry, falling to your knees.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He tries to sooth you.

You cover your face with your hands and continue to wail, “Today was the worst day of my life. I almost died! My shoes didn’t match today. The dog is evil. My shirt is ruined.”

You cry and cry, but it’s not making any sense to Peter. All he can think of to do is give you comforting pats on your knee.

“I just want today to be over.” You sniffle, “I just want to see m-my boyfriend.”

This, he understood. He can actually do something about this. “Y/n, Y/n. Look at me.” Peter urges.

He mindfully pulls your hands away from your face and wipes your tears with his gloved hands. Your eyes flutter open, the wet lashes making them feel hooded. Once you’re finally face to face with Peter, he slips the mask off of his head to reveal his biggest secret. Your breathing halts and your eyes go wide, but not because of the secret. You had this reaction simply because it was Peter stood before you.

“I’m sorry I was following you, but you haven’t answered your phone all day. I-” Peter begins but is interrupted.

You waste no time engulfing him in a hug. It finally feels like you can breathe again. You cry a bit more while you melt into his arms. “I missed you so much, Pete. I had a horrible day.”

He hugs you even tighter and kisses the top of your head. “Tell me all about it, love.”

And you do. You break down every last detail of the day to him, and he listens carefully to all of it. After venting to Peter about today’s events, you already felt 100 times better. The two of your even got a good laugh when you showed him your rice covered phone. You pull it out of the ziplock bag and repeatedly pressed the power button, but to no avail. Peter noticed your frown when your phone didn’t come on.

“Can I see it?” He sticks out his hand.

Without thinking twice about it, you give him your phone. After a few seconds of blowing air into the charging port and holding down a few buttons, the bright white screen activates. Your eyes light up just as bright, making Peter chuckle.

“You’re literally amazing.” You gush as you take back your phone, happily going through it to see what all you missed today.

There’s a few Instagram notifications, a couple of emails, messages from Gwen and your mom, but what catches your eye is a photo from Peter. He sent you a goofy selfie of him in his decathlon uniform, posing with a trophy. You smile softly as he peeks over your shoulder and immediately cringes.

“Oh god, I didn’t expect you to open that around me.” His face turns red with embarrassment, causing you to laugh.

You rest your head on his shoulder contently as you both sit in a comfortable silence. “The sky is really pretty tonight.” Peter comments. You wordlessly nod in agreement, gazing at the twinkling stars above you. “Look! There’s the big dipper. That’s the only constellation I can ever find.” He chuckles and points at a blotch of stars.

“I don’t see it.” You admit, “I can never find any constellations.”

Instead of shrugging his shoulders and letting you be, Peter smirks as he pulls you in between his legs. With your back leaning against his chest, he points back up to the dark sky.

“Follow my finger.” He instructs, “There’s the weird little half square that makes the bowl and as you move your eyes diagonally, you’ll see the three stars that make the handle.”

You gasp dramatically and grip his thigh, “I see it! Oh my god, I see it.” You turn around to face him, “Peter, I’ve really never seen a constellation before.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” He laughs fondly at your excitement. Peter loves that despite having a bad day, you still manage to find joy in the little things.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, now straddling his lap. Peter lowers himself onto his back as the kiss becomes heated, his hands carelessly exploring your body. You eventually break the kiss to catch your breath, not wanting to get too carried away out in the open.

You both chuckle shyly as you slide off of him, still cuddling into his side. You shamelessly admire his soft features that are being illuminated by the moonlight. Everything that occurred today is long forgotten. You forgive the universe and officially end your occasional pity party. Your cheeks before sore from smiling so much, but you couldn’t care less.

You let out a satisfied sigh as you finally turn your gaze to the stars. Much to your surprised, you turned right on time. You witness a fast zip of light zoom all the way across the sky for the first time ever, and it stunned you into speechlessness.

“Woah, a shooting star! Did you see it?” Peter looks down at you.

“Mhm.” You hum, eyes still fixed on the sky.

He brings you in closer to his side, “Well, go on and make a wish!”

You look at him tearfully with a loving smile.

“It already came true.”

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Hey guys!! Here’s a one shot for Peter since I haven’t posted a chapter for Just Another Trope in a while. I promise I’m still working on it, but hopefully this holds you over for the time being :)

Like always, positive feedback is welcomed and encouraged.

Sorry about any typos, I write late at night! I’ll proofread later lmao

Thank you so much for reading <3

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Dieter Bravo x female reader

Fluff. Smut-ish, mentions of drug use. 🔞

Part of Wardrobe.

Honesty

"Another negative one." Dieter held up the test for you to see. "Can I kiss you now?"

"I might not have Covid but am still sick. I don't want you to catch anything. Plus am all germy and gross."

"Germy? Yes. Gross, never. You're pretty as always."

"You're just after that kiss."

"Always. It's still true though, you're always pretty. First thing when your hair is all crazy, when you drool in your sleep when you nap, when you're riding my dick. All pretty."

"Thank you."

"What no telling me off for spoiling something sweet with something dirty? You must be sick."

"Am too tired to put up the pretence that I don't find it funny. I like your dirty mouth."

"Oh, I know you do. Speaking of which, do you want Daddy to take care of you?"

"You have definitely misread the vibe here. You can only get away with Daddy when am horny. Am clearly not right now."

"Not even a little?"

"No! Daddy is going to have to look after himself."

Is he actually pouting about not getting any right now? Before you could question him about it he left the room. After a few minutes he called back to you about going to the store. Too tired to deal with his weird behaviour, you closed your eyes to drift off.

When you woke up a while later, he was sat in the corner reading a screen play. A shopping bag at his feet.

"Hey."

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. My tongue feels fuzzy." He smiled as you stuck it out as if to show him the offending fuzziness.

"Well, let me see. I have a few things that might help. I spoke to the old lady who runs the store..." he brought the bag over to you, sitting of the edge of the bed and began to pull things out of it. "...she suggested this drink for energy." He pulled out a bottle labelled Lucazade. "This one she said to heat up to help the cold." He pulled out a bottle labelled Ribena. "These apparently need to be dunked in tea." He pulled out a pack labelled Jammie Dodgers. "She recommended these if your taste buds are a bit dulled from being bunged up." He pulled out Prawn Cocktail crisps.

"Did you just buy everything she suggested? Does she work on commission?"

"I just asked her what I could get to take care of you." He fiddled with something called a Curly Wurly as he spoke. "With you not wanting sex am not sure how else to make you happy." His voice was so small, it broke your heart.

"Dieter, you know how to make me happy. Just be you."

He shuffled uncomfortably under your praise.

Placing your hand over his you reassured him. "I mean it! Look at our first date. That was so thoughtful. I loved it."

"Am glad. You deserved it. I was a jerk."

"Are we talking about a specific time?"

"When I got high. I knew I was going to screw things up between us. I figured it was better just to screw it up straight away than drag it out."

"I know, I get it. It's okay."

"It's not. I even thought about..."

Your breathe caught in your chest at his pause, you couldn't think of anything worse than him using drugs again. "You can tell me anything."

"...I thought about sleeping with Krystal. Just for a second and not in a 'I like her' way. I just thought you'd hate me forever if I did that. Given your experience with your ex."

You were slightly in shock as his confession. "Yeah, that would have been an asshole move."

"Am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. The lady at the store said to be honest..."

"She probably just meant telling me that you were worried about taking care of me. Or she really does work on commission and just wanted to sell you more tissues after you broke my heart."

"Am so sorry I didn't mean..."

"No, no, no. I don't mean that you did. I was trying to make a bad joke, break the tension."

"Oh."

You both sat there awkwardly for a moment.

"I'm not mad at you. Just some old feelings resurfacing."

"Do you want to tell me?" He edged closer, fully sitting next to you when he realised you weren't going to pull away.

Laying your head on his chest you voiced something you'd only ever admitted to yourself. "When my ex cheated. It wasn't the fact that he'd had sex with other woman, it was the betrayal of my trust. I could separate the physical aspect but him lying and acting like he was happy with me, that's what hurt me."

"I can understand that. Sex can just be physical. Nothing behind it. That's why I thought about...just for a moment..."

"I know why you did it. It's fine. Honestly." He relaxed underneath you. "You can have that kiss now if you like?"

"If you're sure you're up to it."

"I might be up for more than that."

"Nope. Not until you're better."

"Am I feeling better."

"No."

"Please, Daddy?"

"No."

"You don't sound so sure."

"I am. You need rest and to eat up."

"I know what I'd like to eat."

"God, is that what I sound like?!"

"Pretty much."

"Am sorry."

"No, your not."

"No, am not, it works."

Leaning down he finally got his kiss. He lasted about an hour before he caved and give you everything else you wanted. As you slept he started a list on the back of his screen play.

Non sex things that make my girl happy (in no particular order):

Stroking her hair

Pot Noodles

The Great British Bake Off

Honesty

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo feels #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo

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spencersweetie · 3 years

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Coincidence (Spencer x GN!Reader Onseshot)

Category: Fluff

Summary: Spencer and Reader accidentally have a museum date when they run into each other.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none <3

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“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name. You turned around and faced a familiar man whom you’d met through your friend Penelope. Spencer stood smiling at you with his hands in his pockets. He energetically waved at you.

You grinned back at him. “Hey Spencer! What a crazy coincidence, us both being here at the same time.” You had spontaneously decided to visit the National Gallery of Art since you had a free day to yourself over the weekend.

“Totally!” He responded. “I’m supposed to have the whole weekend off so I thought I’d revisit the gallery. How are you?”

“I’m alright! You’re revisiting? How many times have you been here? This is my first time seeing the gallery.” You had been to other art museums in Maryland but never the National Gallery of Art since you had recently moved to D.C. a year ago.

Spencer chuckled lightly. “This would be my ninth time coming here. I saw the gallery for the first time when I was nine years old and couldn’t keep myself away from this place.

“Wow!” You exclaimed. “I don’t blame you, I’ve only seen the sculpture garden and the first few pieces in this wing so far and everything is gorgeous; I’m in love already.”

“You know what, I’ve got the building memorized!” Spencer eagerly informed you. “If you want, I could be your personal guide and show you the best parts of each exhibit and take you on the most efficient path through the museum! I mean, you don’t have to say yes, it’s up to you.”

“Spencer, that’d be awesome, I’ll totally tag along if you’re cool with that!” You beamed at him, trying to hide your excitement. You usually went on trips like these alone so it was nice to have someone who could enjoy the same thing as you by your side.

“Great, let’s go!” Spencer turned and gestured towards the next exhibit.

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As you and Spencer explored the museum together, you noticed how abnormally comfortable you felt around him. You two had never hung out without Penelope so this was a first for you both. Even without your mutual friend, you found that Spencer was both easy to listen to and easy to talk to. He of course knew a lot about the art in the gallery and thoroughly explained each piece to you but you appreciated that he never talked to you like you were dumb or lesser than him. He regularly asked if you were okay with his infodumps as well, which you completely didn’t mind. You could tell that he undoubtedly had a passion for the arts, and you liked that he was so enthusiastic to share that with you.

While you did certainly find Spencer’s interesting facts to be intriguing, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you looked at him from the side. He didn’t notice your looking as he faced the painting while he talked to you, completely occupied by the piece that was on the wall in front of him. You liked the way he spoke about the art that he showed you. Spencer was very animated, clearly demonstrating his excitement about whatever he was explaining in the movement of his hands. His face was quite expressive too. His eyebrows rose and fell as he talked and his eyes squinted and widened as he conversed with you. You hadn’t noticed how pretty Spencer’s eyes were until now, how his irises were brown but with little gold specks on the inside. You liked that when he wrinkled his nose in the middle of a sentence, his scrunch reached the top of his nose bridge between his eyes. His nose was a nice nose, you thought. It enhanced his side profile and turned slightly upwards when he smiled too. And his lips. Today you noticed that his lips were quite… pink. And full. And plump. You had to catch yourself when your eyes traveled down from Spencer’s eyes to his mouth when he spoke, then hope that he didn’t notice your distraction. You just liked that way he smiled, that’s all, you told yourself. He often kept his smile as he talked and continued to smile when you spoke to him too. You liked the way his lips puckered when his smile grew bigger as he finished his sentences. It seemed like an uncontrollable habit of his-

“Y/N?” Spencer interrupted your thoughts. He looked at you with his brows slightly raised.

“Hm, yeah?” Your mind snapped back to the present moment. “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

“Are you okay? Am I boring you? We could stop here if you want!”

“No, Spencer- it’s fine!” You jumped to explain. “You’re good, I promise! I’m not bored, I just got lost in my thoughts for a second. Um, the only da Vinci painting in the U.S. right? Is this one here?”

“Exactly!” Spencer lit up and straightened his posture. “Da Vinci painted less than 20 oil paintings throughout his career; this one was bought for $5 million and arrived in D.C. in 1969!”

“Damn!” You exclaimed. “So that makes this portrait like, the Mona Lisa of the National Gallery, huh?”

“Absolutely!” Spencer agreed with you. “The gallery has other Da Vinci pieces displayed but none that are as rare and valuable as an oil painting of his. This one, Ginerva de’ Benci, is a portrait of a daughter of a banker, most likely commissioned when she was about 16 and just engaged. You know, the juniper bush is what’s in the background. Juniper represents chastity which was one of the most significant traits of a woman in the Renaissance era. It’s kind of a subtle little pun, including the juniper plant, because in Italian the plant is called ginepro.”

“Oh! Ginepro, Ginerva! That’s so cute, I love it!” You told him. “I like how there’s like no fancy jewelry or finery on her in this portrait too. It’s different from the Renaissance portraits of the other ladies that we saw.”

“Yeah, it’s a little bit of a surprise when it comes to a portrait like this that she isn’t completely dressed up! It doesn’t reveal her family’s wealth like portraits commonly do. I love that you noticed that.” Spencer’s lips turned at the corners in appreciation of your attention to detail. “Let’s move onto the next one!”

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You and Spencer moved on through the exhibit, then through the rest of the museum. You two enjoyed each other’s company for the day and were able to see all the art in three hours. As you exited, you found yourself laughing as you and Spencer recalled the events of the day. “I still can’t believe they kept trying to pay you for a private tour even after you insisted you weren’t a museum tour guide!” You laughed into your hand which was clapped over your mouth, trying not to draw attention to you and Spencer.

“Shut up!” Spencer jokingly rolled his eyes at you. “I hate that they were gathered around me too, attracting a crowd while trying to hand me money. I don’t even wear a uniform like the other employees!” Spencer cracked up along with you, shaking as he pictured himself standing next to you, explaining to a group of strangers that he was just visiting with a friend, not working for the gallery.

You shrieked with laughter, uncontrollably gasping for air as you tried to calm yourself. “Then when they said they would call the gallery and get you fired for denying customers!” Tears were coming out of your eyes from being unable to stop laughing. “And you just went ‘Okay!’ and walked off without me!” You missed a step and tripped, grabbing Spencer’s arm as you fell into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You were half still dying from laughing and half freaking out from your mistake. “I didn’t mean to grab you, I know you’ve got a germ thing! I think I just got a little carried away and wasn’t careful enough to watch my step!” You frantically apologized to Spencer. “Are you okay?”

Spencer grinned at you and dusted you off on your shoulders. “Relax, Y/N. I know you’re not germy; I’m not gonna freak out if you touch me. And I’m fine, you’re the one who fell!” He reassured you. “Are you okay? Do you need a second? You’re pink in the face, I don’t know if from laughing or from tripping on the step.”

“I’m fine, I’m good! Thank you Spencer.” You replied, still hot around your face. “Let’s just get out of here before I start to laugh and embarrass myself again.” You chuckled. “Are you free for the rest of the day? We could get something to eat if you’re hungry!”

Spencer smiled at you. “Yeah, I’m free! Do you like Indian? There’s this new place that’s about 10 minutes from here-”

A loud ringing cut his sentence off. Spencer sighed and apologetically looked at you before whipping his cell phone out of his pocket. “Yeah?” He spoke into the phone.

He listened for a few seconds before speaking. “I’m in D.C. but I’ll be there as soon as possible. Thanks, Penelope.” Spencer hung up and shoved his phone back into his coat.

“Got a case?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I know we were supposed to-”

“Spence!” You stopped him. “You don’t have to apologize, we didn’t even plan on hanging out today!”

Spencer’s eyes softened; he expected you to express disappointment before anything else and was surprised that you were understanding instead. He smiled and nodded. “Okay, but we could still check out the new Indian place another time, yeah?”

You felt butterflies in your stomach emerging. “Of course. Thank you for today, Spencer. I had an amazing time.”

“Me too, Y/N. I’ll text you when we get back!”

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bokutosfatass04 · 3 years

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How we became a couple

Sakusa x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: some bullying (done by y/n), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (please contact me, if I forgot some warnings)

Minors dni

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I knew I hated Sakusa Kiyoomi the first time I saw him. It wasn’t because he was kind of anti social, but because he was kind of picky, and had huge obsession about germs.

I didn’t understand why was it this way, why did everyone like him, though sometimes he was rude. I know that Sakura was in volleyball club, and I am not going to deny that he is good, but why did everyone like him?

I was in class, and every time he took the out, to write on his perfect book, he literally had to disinfect it.

‘’Hey, Sakusa, why is it that every time you take your pen out, you have to get rid of the germs? I mean you could just come with gloves to school, couldn’t you?’’ I laughed after that. Everyone in class joined.

He looked at me ‘’Yeah, I could, but it’s better to disinfect things that have germs on it, then to come with gloves that can have millions of germs on, don’t you think?’’ He replied.

His stare was kind of blank. Or no, it was saying If you keep going to be this way, I’m going to reply this way, or worse.

I got chills, but didn’t particularly stop.

I sometimes called him Mr. Germy in class, or even throw something at him, like a price of paper, folded to look like a snowball. Then it was pens, and then it was erasers.

He didn’t look like he cared.

Late at night, I was thinking of the things I did. I think I bullied him. I didn’t have a feeling of regret, or even guilt. There was something else, something everyone is going to feel one day.

Feeling of love.

Love

I spent the rest of the night thinking about the word, and Sakusa.

I mean I bullied him, right? It isn’t as though he hates it, but it doesn’t seem like he likes it either, I had many night thoughts like these, this night, until I fell asleep.

I kept bullying him, and bullying him, and bullying him.

Until one day we were alone in class, alone in the school. Everyone went home, and we were given the responsibility of cleanung up the classroom.

I found a piece of paper lying under Sakusa’s desk. It wasn’t big, but I couldn’t resist, and threw it at him.

It was the first time he turned around, like fully turned around. He was walking towards me, and having that scary look on his face.

‘’y/n I swear if you do it one more it’’ he tried to say.

I found a pen lying on someone’s desk, I took it, and I threw it at Sakusa’s shoulders.

I laughed. He grabbed my hand.

He grabbed my hand, and pushed me backwards. He looked hungry.

I kind of liked it, the way he did it, the way he looked, the way he grabbed my hand.

‘’Sakusa, if you don’t want to get germs on you, please just let me go’’ I said, hoping it could work.

‘’You know y/n, the only germ I see, is you, and I kind of want to destroy you’’ he said, smirking at me.

I felt something in my chest. Something warm, something that wanted to go out, and it was painful.

I tried to say something, but he kissed me.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was powerful, I could sense he needed this, or maybe wanted this. No, I needed and wanted this.

I kissed him back, and we had kind of make out session.

Until he went between my legs.

I panicked.

He didn’t go down, but he simply went between them. I sensed something touch me, something hard. I pulled away to look what it was, but Sakusa grabbed my chin for me to look at him.

‘’Don’t worry, you’ll se it soon’’ he said, kissing me, but this time he put his tongue in my mouth, and he let go of my chin.

Then the same hand touched my- my-

‘’Oh, what do we have here? Y/n’s pussy all wet?’’ He teased.

He rubbed my clit, and I couldn’t resist, but having some kind of moan.

I was a bit happy, because some of my pain in my chest released. Maybe it was this way it worked?

He rubbed more on my clit, and I loaned more.

It was fun, but I needed more.

‘’More, please more’’ I said without hesitation.

‘’Okay, but if I’m going to pleasure you, you hav to be named’’ I could sense hunger in his eyes.

I started to take of my clothes, and he stopped me by his hand.

‘’Not stripping, no. I want to take it while I kiss you, and maybe more’’ something came out of me down there, and I blushed.

I couldn’t say a word, so I nodded.

He kissed me, kissed me like he didn’t before.

His hand touch my chin, then it went my by throat, and to my shirt. He started to undo buttons, but slowly.

I didn’t have the time, but Sakusa was dominant, and I loved it, so I distracted myself, in this wonderful kiss.

My shirt came off, then my bra came off.

He touched my boobs, squeezed them in his hands, and then ended the kiss.

He kissed me going lower, and lower, until his mouth met my boob.

He played with it. It was painful, but I loved it. I moaned, and moaned and moaned.

He took my boots off, my socks off,y skirt off, and then my panties off.

I was naked.

He looked me up and down, and said ‘’you look more beautiful than what I imagined’’

‘’Wait, did you-‘’ I stopped, he brushed his thumb there.

He smirked ‘’do you like it, when I do this?’’

He did it again, and again.

‘’Or when I do this?’’ He said, putting his two fingers inside me.

I moaned.

He smirked.

His two fingers moved slowly inside of me, it was good, but I wanted more.

‘’Please, ‘Kusa more!’’ I almost screamed.

He got close to my face ‘’Y/n if you don’t get any quieter, the whole neighborhood, is going to hear you’’ he smirked ‘’but I’m going to lie, if I say that it wasn’t my intention in the first place’’ he finished, and then added one more finger.

‘’Ugh, please’’ I moaned.

‘’Please what? Y/n if I have to do things you like, you’re going to have to say things, fully’’ he teased, again.

‘’Want more’’ I moaned, almost out of breath.

‘’Who wants more?’’ He asked, smiling.

‘’I- I want more!’’ I screamed.

He took his fingers out. I looked at him.

‘’Just wait, you can do it, right?’’ He asked.

He went behind me, took a few tables, and created kind of big surface.

He took his pants off, and then his boxers off, and I saw this huge thing.

‘’ ‘Kusa you’re huge, like huge.’’ I say, he smirked, and went in my way.

He pushed me towards the end of this table surface, so he can get enough place.

‘’Sorry y/n, it’s your choice, we can end it now, because I don’t have any condoms, or you can risk of being pregnant.’’ He said.

‘’But can’t you control it?’’ I asked.

‘’Yes, I can, but not with you.’’ He said, going more and more near me.

‘’Then, get me pregnant.’’ I said.

‘’Like a good puppy.’’ He said, stroking himself a bit.

He went in, and went it further, and further.

It was painful, but god, it was so goood.

I couldn’t resist, but moan every time Sakusa’s moving.

His thrust wasn’t so big, until he went in all way. Then his thrust began to be bigger, and bigger, until I couldn’t take it.

In one thrust I could sense something warm. and then he began to move harder, and harder, until he touched my v-spot.

I moaned ‘’please-please, not there!’’ I said, but he did not listen.

I started to cry, it was so good, I cried.

He took my face in his one hand, and looked at me, smiling.

He stopped, and took it out.

He looked how his cum was going out of me. The one thing he did, was to push it inside of me, until no more dropped out.

Then he decided to clean me, he helped me take my clothes on, and help me stand.

He cleaned the rest of the classroom, and that’s how we became a couple.

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hetalia-reacts · 3 years

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Hi, i hope your day/evening is going well! I was wondering if i could request France,England,America,Germany, and Prussia with a sick s/o, please and thank you?

Sure thing :))

France

Francis is so concerned for you

Most likely to take off work so he can take care of you

Yes, even if it’s just a small cold

He just doesn’t feel comfortable leaving you all alone while you don’t feel good

Francis is going to pamper you while you’re sick, no if’s, and’s, or but’s

He’s cooking for you, cleaning, giving you your medication

Will help you do anything and everything

If you get worse, or your sickness was bad to start with he’s going to suggest taking you to the hospital

Even if you don’t like it he’ll strongly suggest it

If you don’t want to go that’s fine, but if your temperature gets any worse he’s taking you whether you like it or not

Apologizes the whole time you’re sick, whether it’s because he’s making you do something you don’t want to or just because he feels bad for you he’s going to constantly say he’s sorry and coddle you

He’ll admit these are some of his favorite times though, especially if you aren’t one to rely on others

Francis just likes that you can and do depend on him in these moments, but he still wants you back to your old self ASAP

England

Arthur feels bad for you

He gets sick pretty regularly as well so he knows how much getting ill sucks

Will definitely take care of you

He’s going to take off work or at least go in late if you insist that he goes

Feels bad leaving you home alone, especially if you were too sick to get up by yourself

Arthur wants to pamper you while you’re sick, but he’s kind of crap at it

Like he’ll cook for you but it doesn’t turn out good and he can’t even bring himself to bring it in for you to see

Will get you some nice take out food from a good restaurant though

Stays by your side essentially the entire time

Reads to you if want a distraction or something to fall asleep to

He loves you dearly, but if you’re being stubborn about taking medicine he’s not going to stay overly nice for long

He knows you’re sick and not acting like yourself, but it’s happening, you’re taking the medicine

If your sickness is bad or steadily getting worse he’s immediately taking you to the hospital even if you beg him not to

He just can’t bear to watch you suffer through this

Not a fan of your sick moments, as much as he likes being depended on Arthur just can’t stand to watch you suffer for those little wishes

America

Alfred has no idea what to do for you

He’s going to try obviously, but it doesn’t go very far before someone is calling it quits

Probably you after having a fifth burger placed on your body after you told him to stop

He just doesn’t understand getting sick, it rarely if ever happens to him and he’s not around sick people enough to know how to help them

So you might have to play backseat driver and tell him what to do

Alfred will do anything you say without question

Even if he’s 100% sure spinning in circles while doing something silly won’t cure your sickness

He’s just happy to do anything for you if it means you won’t be in pain

Will cook for you

He makes a mean chicken noodle soup so you’re in good hands for that

Likely spends the whole day cooped up with you so you don’t get bored

Will cuddle you too if that’s what you want

If your fever is getting worse or gets to a point you can’t clearly say something or hold a thought for long he’s taking you to the ER

He’s not going to sit around and google how to take care of a sick person, he’s just gonna bite the bullet and let the professionals handle it from here on out

Alfred on one hand is happy that you trust him enough to let him take care of you, but on the other, he wishes you just admitted that he couldn’t so you could’ve gotten proper help earlier

Germany

Ludwig isn’t that concerned at first

I mean obviously, he wants you to feel better and doesn’t want you to suffer

But if it’s just a common cold or something small like allergies he’s going to give you some medication, ask if you need anything, and then head out to work

Don’t let his curt behavior fool you

He’s at work stopping himself from calling every 30 minutes to make sure you’re okay

Already has plans to cook something nutritious when he gets home

Ludwig is also going to tell his boss he’s heading home early after only a few hours of working

Once he’s back home he’s making sure you’re sleeping and taking your medicine properly

Cooking food and snacks that will be easy on you

Probably won’t cuddle or kiss you while you’re sick but thinks your attempts to get one are absolutely adorable

If your fever is getting worse or isn’t breaking he’s going to suggest the hospital

If you say no, he’ll agree but warns you if it doesn't get better he’s going to take you

If you say yes, he’s packing a small bag and carrying you to the car in no time

Ludwig finds absolutely 0 joy in you being sick, not only was he stressed and worried the whole day you were also suffering the whole time and he’s really against having you feeling like that for any reason

Prussia

Gilbert is uncharacteristically worried for you

I’m talking like the whole ‘awesome’ persona slips away to a really soft and worried one

He’s taking off work immediately to take care of you

Even if you say it’s just a cold he can’t shake the feeling that maybe it might not be

He spends the whole day with you talking nice and soft the whole time

His awesome personality comes back sometime later after he’s not so stressed about you being sick

Cooks for you, anything you want, just as long as you eat and drink something he doesn’t care

Follows the directions on the medicine box to the T

He’s in every 3-4 hours like clockwork with the little shot of medicine or some pills

Cuddles you all day and is not afraid of your germy kisses

Gilbert will get really scared if your sickness gets worse or doesn’t change after a day or two

He likely won’t even ask or argue with you about going to the hospital, he’ll just take you when he thinks the time is right

Gilbert dislikes you being sick the most

it honestly scares him when you’re ill and he can’t help but think the worst will happen to you

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mochees · 3 years

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"𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝗜"

-> headcanons, how they tell you they love you for the first time, part two!

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, x fem!reader

warnings: fem reader, ✨healthy relationships✨, oikawa being oikawa

wc: 3.6K

a/n: WOAH okay uh did NOT expect that last set to be that popular,,,, y'all thirsty for love huh? me too anyway i thought id do a part two since i honestly really enjoyed writing the first set and my brain is vibrating with ✨thoughts✨ and seeing how much love it got really made me feel how i haven't felt in so long, so thank you! maybe ill turn this into a series so lemme know if u wanna see someone specific👀👀😏 also sorry for like posting and then dipping again lmao thats just my social media brand i have the attention span of a fucking worm

read part 1 here!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

okok i know its like common for sakusa to be shown as not interested in PDA (in private or public) unless hes feeling "needy"

BUT i believe that after a few weeks, maybe months if he's still unsure, he would definitely be much more comfortable with PDA

like, if its been a long time and your both serious about it and not just in a relationship to be in a relationship he starts to notice your routine

he notices the changes you make so that he's comfortable and so that you can be close to him without him being worried about icky yicky germy wormys (someone take away my thought privileges)

so now that he knows that you take care of your hygiene and exactly what you do for it, slowly he's wrapping an arm around you in 30° heat while you're both sweating

slowly he's "forgetting" his mask in the car for dates

slowly, but surely, he understands that a little bit of exposure, isn't a bad thing.

"kiyoomi?" your voice brought sakusa's eyes to yours where he could see the concern behind them.

"are you okay y/n?"

you'd decided, after three weeks of intense training and barely seeing your boyfriend, that you wanted just one day and one night with him. just the two of you, you know he'd never admit it, but he needed a break.

after atsumu decided to try out some new plays that didn't start off to well, sakusa had been silently groaning everytime he had to reach for something. he was excellent at making sure he wasn't overworking himself, and he wasn't, its just that the human body is an absolute wonder, and not in a good way. sometimes things that should have mildly injured you, left you with a tiny scrape, or a bruise or a very quick-to-fade red mark, and sometimes you drop a phone on your face and break your fucking jaw.

you offer him a gentle smile that completely washes away the concern in your eyes.

"im fine omi! but you," you reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face turning his head side to side, studying it intensly.

"you're looking a little pale. and possibly grey."

"how do you mean y/n-chan?"

for such an intelligent man sometimes he really could be a himbo.

"i mean that i think you might be sick, baby."

sakusa stared blankly at you, as if he couldn't fathom the possibility of 'himself, sick?'

"omi? kiyoomi!" you nabbed his attention, "i think you're sick, and we best go home."

"but-" he started, but you were quick to cut him off knowing exactly what he was about to say.

"kiyoomi, it's inevitable. even if you were the worlds most decked out with ppe, and the worlds leading force in hygeine, you'd still end up catching a cold at least once. that's just how the world works baby. and don't worry about the date, all i want is to spend some time with you."

you ended up practically dragging your sad little puppy of a boyfriend back up the complex stairs and into his unit before settling him on the couch and getting to work.

"ill get you some water, you just sit here and relax. i don't want to think about what would happen if those dumbasses didnt have you there next week, bokuto and hinata would probably crack their skulls!" your attempt at a little light hearted humour helped sakusa forget for a moment, but he was quick to go back to not understanding how he was sick.

"thank you." he took the glass from your hand and rested it between his legs, when he noticed the rubber gloves you had clutched at your side. he knew what they were for, those were his cleaning gloves.

"what are you doing? you can't stay you'll..." he paused. "you'll get sick too."

"i'll be fine omi-omi! you just relax and drink lots of water, ill take care of this." you turned towards the wall with a soft smile before muttering, "ill take care of you."

sakusa watched you clean, the bucket full of diluted bleach, the duster, a cloth, and his cleaning gloves. he loved the way that they were too big for you, the way you kept having to pull them up every so often to keep them on. he loved the way that everytime he finished his glass of water, you were right there to fill it back up.

you don't even remember seeing, or hearing him lift himself from his spot on the couch and make his way over to where you were humming and covering the counters in the diluted solution. you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you, a chin on your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek.

"thank you, y/n. i love you."

thank god he caught a cold, or he might never have realized just how lucky he was.

Iwaizumi Hajime

family man

is a family man but not just ANY family man

yes, it's important to him that you like and respect his parents and vice versa

but its just slightly more important to him that you get along with his friends, his found family because im a SUCKER for the classic lilo n stitch trope

he knows that many people say that its his life and he doesn't need anyones approval etc.

but iwaizumi believes different, he believes that he doesn't need approval in the literal sense but rather approval through watching you interact with his friends and his family and how you do your best to learn about them and make time for them, even though you dont have to

and he thinks it's absolutely enthralling

the way your eyes light up when you see that book his mom has been talking about wanting to read and picking it up with no hesitation

how you're able to almost flawlessly keep up with issei and takahiro's antics while also making sure they don't go too far, something even iwaizumi struggles with

and most importantly, how effortlessly you connect with his childhood best friend.

there were many things that Iwaizumi Hajime enjoyed, volleyball, athletics, godzilla of course, spending time with three dumbasses (but he’ll never admit that) and a little while ago, he added you to that list.

you were so effortlessly able to connect with his team, his friends, and his family but most importantly, the way you were able to connect with Oikawa brought a smile to his face.

“oh, iwa-chan~, what are you admiring?” there he went again, Iwa thought, Tohru Oikawa’s dumb smirk and hyper awareness of his team, both on and off court. how he wated to head-butt him in the face. but, he showed restraint. after all, he wouldn’t want loserkawa to use you as a human shield from his head. so, he ignored the urge. but it passed as soon as he saw tohrus arm arond your shoulders, crossed feet and leaning on you ever so slightly while he took a few occasional swigs from his water.

and just like that, the incredible restraint vanished like morning mist.

you could practically see the steam coming off of his hot skin, and the vein popping out of his forehead, when you noticed what had him so heated. “trashykawa get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend!”

“excuse me!” he pouted, “my hands are clean and tailored! just like any responsible setters would be!” he stuck his lip out farther and gave you his irresistable puppy-dog eyes. “y/n-chan, i’m not filthy! am i?” he whined.

and, as the word suggests, his look was truly irresistable and you stumbled over your words. “n-no! of course not tohru!”

“see, iwa-chan! y-n thinks i’m squeaky clean!” his dumb smirk appeared again, and rather than continue with flirtykawas obvious games, Iwa opted for the less violen approach.

“don’t flatter yourself, dirtykawa. she’s just being nice.” he growled. “I’m done for the day, i have a project due. y-n.” he offered his hand to you like the gentleman he is not forcing you to take it, but the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you too.

“see you later, tohru!” you gave him a quick hug and intertwined your fingers with iwa’s.

now, technically, girls aren’t allowed in the boys locker room but since it’s after hours and just you and iwaizumi no one cared. to be fair though, literally no one knew except the team so, whatever you didn’t complain you got to watch yout ultra ripped boyfriend change. quality time. you thought, when you noticed him mid-change with his shirt over his head, resting on his arms. as any good girlfriend would, despite the devil on your shoulder, you came up behind him placing your hands on his seriously broad shoulders. taking notice of the tension, you started to work at the muscles. your care was quickly rewarded with a quiet sigh, and relaxed shoulders.

“hajime?” you continued rubbing at the tight fibers, “are you alright? you’re usually the one telling me im holding too much tension.” you giggled and he turned to face you placing one hand against the side of your face.

“hajime?” it came out shaky and worried.

“i’m okay,” he smiled “it’s just,” hesitation. he was never one to hesitate.

“i know i have no right to be but seeing oikawa so clingy with you it just, i dont know, it really gets to me i guess? he, just, he gets all the girls, all the attention, and i don’t want to-” you stopped him.

“sweetheart, it’s okay to be jealous or upset i’m not going to be angry, you have a right to your feelings. I understand how you feel, i never mean to flirt with him, if i ever have, i mean i don’t know, you know how bad of a flirt i am,” he chuckles at that. “it’s just that i know how important he is to you and you are so, so important to me and i want to be able to understand whats important to you, so you never have to choose between us, because that wouldn’t be fair. i love you, hajime iwaizumi, and everything about you.”

you expected him to be shocked, hell, he thought he would be shocked when or if you said it, but he wasn’t. and that’s exactly how he knew what to say next.

“i love you too, y/n l/n.” pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“geez, it only took you two a century and forever.” someone snarked.

hajime chucked a towel at him “get out assykawa!” and he did, he bolted through the door laughing like the demon matchmaker he thought he was.

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marvelousstevetony · 3 years

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Hi! I was just wondering if for the emotions prompt thing, you could do insecure Steve. With Steve being nervous about Tony thinking he is gross when he’s sick? Maybe he’s worried because another avenger in the tower was sick and Tony seemed disgusted by it... so Steve assumes Tony will feel the same about him? If that’s too specific, feel free to do whatever with insecure :) Thank you for your writing! :)

Ahh, anon, it’s not too specific at all! This prompt is so soft and so so sweet. I’m sorry I’m taking so long to answer these prompts, but I’ve beens super busy lately. I hope you see this and enjoy this little ficlet <3

3.1k, steve/tony

***

“Don’t you think you’re being a tiny bit… overdramatic?” Bruce asked cautiously.

“What? This?” Tony gestured to the medical mask he was wearing, as well as the plastic gloves and the disinfectant spray he held defensively in front of him. “Absolutely not.”

It was Friday evening and the entire team was gathered, for once, which could only mean one thing — team movie night. It had become a routinely thing for them, and every movie night seemed the exact same. They always watched something different, but everything else was just like it used to be.

Well, almost everything.

During the first couple of movie night, every team member had found their regular seat. Nat had quickly call dibs on the large armchair closest to the kitchen. Bruce had claimed the second armchair that stood on the opposite side of the sofa, and though Thor was often off-world doing off-worldly stuff, he would usually sit in the bean bag whenever he was at the Tower. The sofa was occupied by Clint, Tony and Steve; Clint in the end closest to Nat, Steve in the other, and Tony was squeezed in between them.

It had been like that since they established team movie night, but this time, Tony was going to break the tradition.

“Tony,” Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please, just sit down.”

Steve tapped the empty space in the sofa next to him and sighed yet another time when Tony grabbed a spare chair and put it next to Bruce.

“I am,” Tony said as he sat down in the solid, uncomfortable seat with a thump, “sitting down.”

“Tony,” Steve said again, this time with an exasperated tone.

Tony just quirked a brow and eyed his usual spot with disgust. “You’re dead wrong if you think I’ll sick next to patient zero over there.”

As if to prove Tony’s point, Clint wrinkled his nose and coughed harshly into his fist. Steve looked sympathetically at the archer and scooted over, filling the place Tony normally would. “Then we’ll switch seats,” Steve said persuasively.

Tony went quiet, gaze flickering between Clint, Steve, the empty seat next to his boyfriend and the wooden stool he sat on. After a few seconds of deliberation, Tony seemed to have made up his mind.

“I guess that’s… negotiable,” he drawled, but he had already started moving towards the sofa, and when Steve lifted his arm for Tony to fit under, the brunette cuddled in close. Steve smiled in victory and pressed a kiss into Tony’s soft, messy hair.

Tony sighed contently against the warmth of Steve’s body, suddenly feeling sleepy, and he let his eyes fall shut. Just a few seconds later, however, Tony took a peek at Clint through narrowed eyes.

“I’m keeping the mask and gloves, though.”

***

The next morning, Tony was called to an SI-meeting in Tokyo. He and Steve had only been together for about two months, officially dating at least, but Tony was already in so deep that he couldn’t picture not sleeping next to Steve for an entire two nights. Steve had chuckled at him and kissed his pout away, wishing him a safe flight.

On Monday, the day Tony was going to be back in New York, Steve woke up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. His head felt fuzzy, like it had been stuffed with cotton, and his vision seemed to blur when he sat up a little to quickly.

He reached for his phone, then blinked rapidly and turned down the brightness, his sensitive eyes still not fully adjusted to being awake. When he could see somewhat clearly, he saw a message from Tony.

Good morning, handsome. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Might be late for dinner but I’ll be home before bedtime. xx

Steve smiled, looking forward to being cuddled up in bed with Tony after a couple of nights of sleeping in a bed that was far too cold and far too large despite Steve’s super-soldier sized body. Then, suddenly, a cough rattled through him, and Steve bent over a the waist with the force of it, and he was left wheezing slightly.

It felt familiar; Steve could never forget feeling this way, this fatigued and feeble.

He was sick and he internally cursed Barton, positive that he’d spread his germs during movie-night. But then Steve remembered that he was the one to voluntarily sit next to his cold-ridden team member and basically placed himself directly in the risk zone.

Steve sighed heavily. Maybe he should’ve taken a page out of Tony’s book and worn a mask.

***

“uhhTSCHooosh! Ugh, excuse mbe.”

“Bless you,” Natasha said, an off-hand comment as she continued looking at mission files, but she nudged the tissue box closer to Steve when he kept sniffling into the cuff of his hoodie.

Steve grabbed a tissue and scrubbed at his nose with it, sighing a stuffy thanks into the material. He blew his nose quietly to stop the sniffles, but it only seemed to intensify the lingering itch. He could feel it burning all the way from the back of his nose, but it seemed stuck, leaving him with teary eyes and a series of false starts.

“h’ehh! ehh- snff! Uh- h’uh!”

Steve’s breath caught, the itch now filling his entire head, and he shook his head uncontrollably, trying to impede the sneeze, or coax it out, it didn’t really matter. All he wanted was to get rid of the irritation, one way or another. And after a few seconds, the tickle grew stronger, his nose twitched violently once, twice, and then he drew in a sharp breath.

“uhhhISH’uhh! huhHIISHHoo! USHHiew!”

Steve sighed, satisfied when his head was cleared from the buzzing sensation, but he felt bleary and snuffly after the forceful sneezes.

“Geez, Rogers, you’re a mess.” Natasha looked up from the files with a concerned expression. “Bless you.”

“I know… sorry,” Steve said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I picked up Clint’s cold.”

“You think?” Natasha raised an eyebrow and smirked, but it was good-naturedly and her eyes were kind. “From what I can tell, this seems worse than what he had, though.”

“Yeah, I, uh, snff! I don’t think I’ve had a cold this bad since before the serum.” He tried to recall when he last felt like this, like he might pass out from exhaustion, even though he hadn’t moved all day, but he just remembered the times when Bucky had taken care of him before the war. “I’m alright, though.”

“Sure you are, tough guy,” Natasha grinned as she stood up and dipped down to squeeze Steve’s shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen. “So, what kind of tea do you like?”

***

“Sorry, Cap,” Clint said, sounding genuinely apologetic as Steve recovered from a coughing fit.

Steve shook his head and swallowed a sip of water from the glass Clint had given him as soon as he’d started coughing. “Not your fault,” Steve croaked, his voice raspy.

Natasha took a bit of her apple and leaned across the kitchen isle, glaring at Steve with examining eyes. “I still don’t get it. You were fine last night.”

Steve shrugged and ran a hand over his face. “I guess it just hit me all at once.”

Clint just hummed, and Natasha frowned, but didn’t say anything for a while.

“I think I might go to bed,” Steve announced after a few moments of quiet. Natasha and Clint exchanged a look Steve was too tired to even try to interpret what meant. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, crossing the kitchen to put his glass in the dishwasher.

“Bed? It’s 7:30, we haven’t even had dinner,” Clint pointed out.

“I’m not really hungry. I think I just need to lie down a little,” Steve said and smiled tiredly, trying to look like he was still a functional human being even though he was sick, but failing miserably with his bright red nose, watery eyes and slumped posture.

“You sure?” Natasha asked. “We can make soup for dinner, it’ll be good—”

Steve shook his head. “Sorry, I’m just not hungry… thanks, though. Really.” He smiled at them again and walked out of the kitchen, turning left around the corner.

“Uh, Cap?” Clint called out, confused. When Steve’s head popped back into view, he continued. “Your rooms is the other way, pal. You sure you’re okay?” Clint’s tone was light and jokey, but behind it was a thick layer of concern.

“Oh, yeah… Yeah, I’m just going back to my old quarter.” Steve pointed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the room Steve had slept in before he officially moved into the penthouse with Tony.

“Why?” Natasha asked, also confused.

“I, um… Tony’s coming back tonight and I just… God, it’s so stupid.” Steve chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I just don’t want him to see me like… like this. Everyone saw how disgusted he was when Clint was sick, and now I’m the one who’s all gross and germy and…” he trailed off as Clint and Natasha looked at him with soft expressions.

“Steve, if you think Tony’s going to break up with you because you’re sick then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” Natasha said, voice somewhere between sincere and exasperated.

“… I’m too tired to take offence to that,” Steve sighed. “I’m not worried about him breaking up with me, he’s not a monster… he’s coming back from Tokyo and he’s probably exhausted, and he definitely doesn’t want to have to deal with… all this.” Steve made a vague gesture to his face and completed his sentence his a sniffle.

He sniffled again, and as if on cue, his nose twitched. Holding a fist loosely in front of his face, he jerked to the side and let out two throat-scraping, congested sneezes.

“hrruuushhh! Hrrushch!”

“Bless you,” Natasha and Clint said in unison. Steve acknowledged the blessing with a nod and reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled tissue to sniffle into. He looked absolutely miserable, his nose chapped and raw, cheeks flushed from fever and his eyes were glazed over and completely drained from energy.

“Look, Steve… I’m positive Stark won’t mind, and if he does, then that’s his problem. It has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with his own messed up mind, okay?” Natasha’s eyes were wide, and her eyebrows were drawn into a frown that said do you understand? It softened, though, when she watched Steve duck his head and his lips curl upwards.

“Thanks, you guys,” Steve mumbled in a small, fond voice.

“You sure about that soup, though? Or tea, tea would also be-“

“Not hungry,” Steve repeated, almost sounding sorry. “I’ll head up then. And, uh, thanks… again.” He smiled faintly and walked out of the kitchen. A few moments later, the two spies heard the ding! that sounded form the elevator heading for the penthouse.

***

“Honey, I’m home!” Tony called out as set down his briefcase before toeing off his shoes and loosening his tie. He sighed contently at the mixture of the relief of being home and the thought of finally getting to cuddle up next to Steve. When his boyfriend didn’t answer, he called out again. “Steve?”

Looking at his watch, Tony frowned. It was barely 10 pm, which was a lot earlier than the time usually went to sleep. He went to check the bedroom anyways, but the bed was empty and unmade, which… that was odd, because Steve always made the bed.

He wasn’t in the bathroom either, so Tony went back to the living room, and… oh.

On the sofa, lying in a nest of pillows and blankets, was Steve. One could only guess at how Tony had missed that when he walked in, but he was tired and jet-lagged, so he excused himself. He went over to examine the den and smiled adoringly down at Steve. His face barely peaked out from the cocoon he was wrapped up in, but Tony could clearly see the relaxed expression on his face.

Groaning as he sat down next to the sleeping soldier, Tony rubbed a hand up and down what he thought to be Steve’s arm. He couldn’t quite tell, though, through all the layers, but he kept smoothing his hand over the blankets until Steve’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

“T’ny?” Steve rasped.

“Hey, you,” Tony said, smiling. “What are you doing out here, hm?”

As Tony’s hand moved towards Steve’s cheek, the soldier drew back. At Tony’s bewildered appearance, Steve explained.

“Don’t— uh, you probably shouldn’t touch me. I, umb, snff! I have a cold.”

Steve blushed, and the pink tint to his cheeks wasn’t from the fever as much as it was from embarrassment. He glanced at Tony, then turned his gaze away when he felt Tony’s eyes locked on him. He drew even further away from Tony when he felt a well-known tingle in his nose, nostrils quivering and face crumbling before he stifled two sneezes into the blanket.

“huh-NGxtt! Hnngt-Ngxt!”

“God bless you,” Tony murmured and placed his hand on Steve’s cheek even though Steve had told him not to. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so sick, honey?”

That was… not quite how Steve had expected him to react, but he melted into the gentle touch, too selfish to flinch away again.

“I didn’t, uh-huh! s-sorry, hh-! H’ushoo!” He sneezed more freely this time, curling away from Tony. “Excuse mbe, SNFF! I didn’t want to bother you with it.” He felt kinda silly saying this, especially after seeing Tony so… not bothered at all.

“God, Steven, you could never bother me,” Tony said as he ran a hand through Steve’s sleep-mussed hair. “How long have you felt bad?”

“Just since this morning… been tired all day, though, so I thought an early night would do me some good.”

“Why aren’t you in bed then?” Tony asked, looking at the massive pile of blankets.

“I knew you were coming home, and I-I just thought it’d be better if I slept out here so I wouldn’t disturb you.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Disturb me,” he said incredulously. “Why would you think that?”

Steve felt himself go shy. “Because I’m all… icky and gross and— and I know you don’t like germs and all that, so.”

“Please, Steve, I don’t care about that. You’re sick, there’s no way I’m not taking care of you.”

Steve thought his heart might have doubled in size with emotion, warmth flooding in his chest as Tony soothingly stroked his forehead.

“Sorry,” Steve said. “You just seemed at little… twitchy when Clint was sick, so I figured…”

“I know. Maybe I was a little overdramatic… Only a tiny bit, though,” Tony smirked and Steve chuckled.

“Well, look where it got me.”

“Hm… I’m sorry if I seemed insensitive, and I’m even more sorry if I made you feel bad for being sick. Friday was just… long and exhausting.” Tony sighed. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit of this.” He leaned in closer to Steve, pressing a kiss to his forehead and letting out a concerned noise at the feel of burning hot skin against his lips.

“You need to get out of these. You’re burning up.”

Steve whimpered in protest as Tony tugged at the blanket. “But I’m cold.”

“You’re running a fever, Steve… We need to get you some medicine and into bed, okay?”

Steve nodded and slowly sat up straight, feeling woozy at the shift in position. Tony steadied him and helped him to his feet, bringing an arm around Steve’s waist and guided him towards the bedroom.

“Sorry I’m so sick,” Steve murmured, slumping onto the bed and started pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in his sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Shh, don’t apologize,” Tony cooed. “Get comfortable, I’ll be back in a second.”

The comforter was cool when Steve’s shifted underneath it, feeling good against his feverish skin and sent shivers down his spine. He leaned back into the pillows, head resting comfortably, and closed his eyes with a quiet moan.

Steve wrinkled his nose and rubbed firmly at it, trying to impede the building itch, but within a few seconds it became too strong, and he pulled the collar of his t-shirt over his mouth, waiting for the inevitable sneezes.

“Hh… eh! Heh’CHushh! TSS’hhuh! snfSNF! Hh’tsh!” He released his grip on the tee and gave a little ticklish cough, muttering under his breath, “Jesus.”

“God bless you, sweetheart.” Tony emerged from the door, carrying an overloaded tray. “Good thing I brought tissues.”

“Along with half of CVS,” Steve sniffled and smiled softly.

“These are essential, Steven,” Tony defended and sat down on the bed. “Tissues, Tylenol and de-congestants, some… other thing I found in the cabinet, tea…”

“I think I’ve had enough tea for a lifetime,” Steve admitted, but he reached out and grabbed the steaming cup anyway.

“Sick people can never have too much tea,” Tony said, putting his hand in Steve’s hair and massaged his scalp gently.

Steve sighed, feeling tension he hadn’t even noticed was there bleeding out of him, and snuffled into the tea. The steam made him able to breathe through his nose again, but it left him sniffling and it made his nose run. He gratefully accepted the tissue Tony offered him and handed over the cup before blowing his nose.

Tony hummed sympathetically when blowing his nose made him cough, and Steve went a little bashful at the attention. “Sorry…”

Tony shook his head, wanting to tell him not to apologize for what felt like the tenth time within the hour he’d been home, but instead he snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around Steve’s broad shoulders and placed a soft peck into the messy, blonde hair.

They ended up putting on an old 80’s movie in the background while Steve took the medicine and finished his tea. After that, they cuddled up, Tony telling him about his trip to Tokyo and the SI-project they were starting, but before Tony got to the part where he got off the plane in Japan, Steve had dozed off, his head resting against Tony’s shoulder.

#my fic #stevetony #anon #ask box #i love these babies #so much

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bedbugbiting · 3 years

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There's a group of people in a group chat I'm in and they're constantly having anti-mask parties, etc. The Queen Bee of this group is the one whose two parents got covid and got on a plane and traveled across the country with it. She also has two children of her own. Anyway, Queen Bee of the Covid Crew is now upset that people are "hostile" to her for not caring. She also bragged about throwing her ballot in the trash because she didn't want to vote. At least recycle, come on! People were "hostile" to her about that, too. Wow, sorry people are so mean to you when you brag about not caring about anyone but yourself.

She's probably 40 and all she does is go out and drink and party with her germy friends. I blocked one of her friends because he said that even though the George Floyd murder was bad, people were just too hard on police these days. And he said that our governor is a dictator for actually restricting things and responding to the pandemic crisis. I would block Queen Bee but I love to hate her.

She looks exactly like what you're picturing. Drunk bottle-blond Karen type. I haven't seen a clique like this since high school! They actually refer to themselves as a clique.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 years

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Pairings: Romantic Romile (Roman x Emile), Romantic Prandy (Andy x Pryce), Romantic Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Romantic Sleepceit (Remy x Deceit), Romantic Anxtober (October x Virgil), Romantic Intrulosleepceit (Remus x Logan x Remy x Deceit)

Word Count: 896 Words

Summary: Healthy distractions, Auntie Logan vs Auntie Dee, and Virgil’s cuteness and cryptidness.

Warnings: Sex Mentions, Cursing, Cancer Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, Nightmares Mention, Demon Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Belladonna: hazelnut, Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Eve: wall-e, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, Noah: nope, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 10

4:44 PM

literalsunshine: Auntie Dee, we're coming over to visit. We're all wearing masks.

SnekBoi: Alright, your Uncle Remus is off tonight but he's busy in his room with god knows what so beware of that.

schrodingersdumbass: We come bearing food by the way.

SnekBoi: Ah, good bribe.

satantakemehome: It should be enough for a week and a movie night with Auntie Dee tonight.

SnekBoi: Auntie Dee is impressed.

SnekBoi: See that, Logan, I'm the cool Aunt.

Momgan: Not an accomplishment, I am, after all, essentially Grandma Logan to them as I'm their mother's maternal figure.

SnekBoi: Untrue, You're Auntie now because you're dating Remus, their Uncle.

Momgan: I've been demoted.

Momgan: ahfuckicantbelieveyouvedonethis.jpg

SnekBoi: Impressive, Aunt Logan.

Momgan: Hush, Aunt Dee.

SnekBoi: Why don't you make me?

Momgan: Because I'm a) not getting too close to you as I work with small, germy children that could potentially pose a threat to your health if I were to carry anything from them to you and b) we both have partners and neither of them would appreciate my way of shutting you up.

SnekBoi: Kinky.

Octopussy: ah yes, my dream come true. my boyfriend and best friend flirting. what a glorious day.

Coffee Bandit: They act as if we couldn't just simply switch partners and love them just as much.

SnekBoi: Well then.

Momgan: Oh, alright.

SnekBoi: I mean, they're not wrong.

Momgan: I know, that's the scary yet funny part.

SnekBoi: Does this mean we're together now?

Momgan: Remus, Remy, fucking explain please.

Dr. Bitch: *sips tea*.jpg

Octopussy: *clears throat* ah yes, swingers.

Coffee Bandit: Little shit, polyamory.

Octopussy: makes sense.

6:15 PM

þiccness: oh look dad and auntie are finally together

þiccness: Sorry, Bella stole my phone.

þiccness has added wall-e, hazelnut, and nope to the group chat

þiccness: I added because yeah.

wall-e: what, Vita?

þiccness: Our parents are here, Eve.

waaahluigi: Hey honey.

wall-e: Hi Mom.

literalsunshine: How dare you expose me like this, Vita Amelia Sanders? Inviting my boyfriend to this accursed place with my family and you unholy creatures.

þiccness: You know damn well I regret nothing, Sirius.

nope: Hi babe.

literalsunshine: I hate you Vita Amelia. Hi honey.

spipples: Kids, be nice.

shrexy: I can feel the resounding "okay mom" good lord Virgil, you're like everyone's mom now that Logan's been demoted.

spipples: yes, yes I am.

aspermylastemail: All bow before Cult Leader Momther Virgil, tamer of teenagers.

7:45 PM

Papa Bear: Movie night! Everyone's invited! It's at Thomas', so we can all hang out in these stressful times!

SnekBoi: Can't leave, the teenagers have a hold on me like I'm their last piece of salvation and I'm not about to deny eleven some odd teens their aunt figure.

spipples: A simple 'no' would have sufficed.

SnekBoi: I need more flair than that.

Momgan: Doing great, honey.

SnekBoi: Thanks, love.

spipples: You two are nauseating levels of cute.

SnekBoi: Thanks? I think?

spipples: You're welcome.

10:13 PM

Momgan: Remus, as much as I'd love to say 'seeing each other nude is the most vulnerable form of affection and I appreciate you being vulnerable to me', I don't appreciate it being in front of everyone including your poor brother.

Octopussy: but I was told to wear pajamas! these are my pajamas!

waaahluigi: He's lying, he sleeps in a butterfly onesie.

Octopussy: he doesn't sleep in a Beast onesie! Roman sleeps in an octopus onesie!

waaahluigi: Exposed like this? By my own little brother? In front of everyone!? The nerve!

Octopussy: You love me.

waaahluigi: Maybe. As long as we can agree on one thing.

Octopussy: Virgil sleeps in a Stitch onesie with an Eeyore stuffed animal?

waaahluigi: I was going to say we still keep stuff that reminds us of each other but that works too.

spipples: ahfuckicantbelieveyouvedonethis.jpg

shrexy: That's adorable, Virgil.

spipples: And now I'm hiding away in my room and never coming out. So long, fuckers.

spipples: hoppingintothevoid.jpg

spipples is now offline

eatpavementido: He's fine. Just sulking like normal.

shrexy: Oh, good. Our local emo is just broody again.

shrexy: We love you no matter how soft you are, Virge.

2:11 AM

SnekBoi: @Coffee Bandit, come over?

Coffee Bandit: Is there sleep involved? Sweetcheeks, it's like 2 in the morning, you need your sleep.

SnekBoi: Nightmare, need someone with me and Remus is too hard to wake up.

Coffee Bandit: Of course, snugglebug, I'll be right over.

SnekBoi and Coffeee Bandit are now offline

uwu: What a devoted boyfriend. That's so pure. God, you two are the purest couple.

carniverousroomba: Babe, please, go to sleep. Liam, Noah, and Fiona are all already sleeping and you have work tomorrow morning.

uwu: I love you and your cuddly tempting.

carniverousroomba: If you love me, cuddle me and sleep.

uwu: Fiiiiiiine.

uwu and carniverousroomba are now offline

shrexy: Angel is following me around again.

spipples: Go to sleep then, you cretin.

shrexy: But I'm hungry!

spipples: Bedtime.

shrexy: But hungry.

spipples: Don't make me summon myself to make you sleep.

shrexy: After this snack, I'll sleep.

spipples is now offline

shrexy: Oh god, there's a demon in my kitchen.

shrexy: ohnoitsmoving.jpg

shrexy: ohshitangelnodontgothatway.jpg

shrexy: sendhelpitschasingme.jpg

shrexy: virgilandangellayingonme.jpg

shrexy is now offline

waaahluigi: Virgil is like a local cryptid, I swear it.

eatpavementido: He is a local cryptid, Roman.

waaahluigi: At least he's not threatening everyone with his cryptidness.

waaahluigi: Yet.

Taglist: @glaxyjellyfish @chronophobica @fear-ze-queer @imma-potatoo

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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HI BESTIE!! IM ALIVE!! 😩😩😫😫 I've been awake for 23 hours now and it's crazy that my day wasn't even productive 💔 To be honest, instead of wrapping up my remaining requirements for the semester, I've been procrastinating the past couple of weeks!! I mean it's not really by choice. I just feel so drained, and I only just recently regained a bit of my social energy. I think it's burnout?? I've been just under a rock this whole time and staying in my own little world. I was even out of reach from friends. There are really just some days wherein I prefer to shut the world out for awhile and just be peaceful in my own company.

I am hoping that my day could be more productive later once I wake up from my sleep. I also am locking that by the end of the month, all my remaing reqs should be turned in. They're quite heavy so I'm very overwhelemed and quite lost on how to start with them. Also while procarastinating awhile aho, I finally got to read your recent Ushiwaka contents and I am inlove!! 😩😫😭💜 It's been quite awhile too since I've been here on tumblr so your writings really made my day bb!! 🥺💜

So to sum it all up, i am stressing out for not having any outputs yet but, I am having a hard time progressing on them because I'm so stressed out 🙃 All the stress aside, how have you been doing bestie?? I MISSED U SM MI AMORE!! 😭😭🥺🥺💜💜 Please acccept this 🤲🏻🧋 boba as my treat to u bc Im back from the dead (well, semi back,,, still dedt tho 😩)

-🦠

GERMY MY GERMY omg how i've missed you so :'(

ahhh i'm so sorry to hear that, germy! honestly, you were going pretty ham like literally ALL ENGINES WERE ON FULL THROTTLE so while i'm sad to hear that ur feeling burnt out and exhausted, im a little thankful that finally you're taking a chance to rest ur body and ur mental health? like girl u were always working working working so it's good u gave urself a little recharge!

don't be so hard on urself bestie. we are only human and could only do so much! just gotta take things one day at a time, one task at a time, and you'll see everything will be okay (: and i know ur smart and hardworking so you'll catch up in no time!

ANYWAY I'VE LITERALLY MISSED U SO SO MUCH! i've been doing welllll germy just like super super busy, i recently moved houses, my s/o left for the philippines and is gonna be gone for 3 months, i had a weekend trip with my friends and seriously fucked up my ankle lmao so like, it's a whole lotta nothing but also a whole lotta things going on fdalfdas i've also been feeling a lack of inspo and lack of drive like, so many ideas but no fire to want to write anything LOL

anyway germy i'm really happy to hear from u and i missed u so so much im sorry it took me so long to reply but i needed to like sit down and take a breather and give u all my attention lol but ILY ILY AND I MISS U SM!!

#germy my bae #anon!

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Sick P1

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SWEET + FUNNY

I slightly shivered as I rode my bike thought the cold autumn streets, the pathways covered in layers of orange, red and gold leaves, the green grass of gardens littered with twigs, a few houses having little pumpkins on their doorsteps, a few evil people daring to have the unholy twinkle of Christmas lights in their windows already.

I kept my wheels turning as the sky was getting darker and the chill in the air was growing till I reached the little house I had been looking for, I pulled my bike onto the driveway chaining it to the garage door and heading up the little gravel path till I hopped into the porch and knocked on the little door

"Oooh good evening y/n" she smiled opening the door

"Hi, how's he doing?" I asked as she let me in and I began to slip off my coat as the heat in here was insane compared to out there

"Like hell," she says "I'm sure he'll be happier once he knows your here" she smiled "go on you know the way" he smiled "ohh and ask him if he wants some pie"

I laughed and hurried up the staircase turning sharply on the corner to the bedroom door covered in stickers gently pushing it open revealing the blue bedroom, his bed not made tucked up within the corner of the room, his desk covered in paperwork, his TV mounted to the wall with his little sofa facing it, almost every inch of the floor was covered with dirty clothes and tissues, even if the bed was full of them. And I spotted him sat on his little sofa a blanket over his legs, a blanket around his shoulders, he wore his grey sweatpants and an old blue triumph t-shirt, his console controller in his hand and a box of tissues to his side he looked sickly pale...well.more than usual, his nose bright red and his eyes looking weary his hair a bedhead it slowly worsening each day s I know he hasn't brushed it once, I couldn't help but laugh, it was kinda adorable to see him this way.

"Hi germy" I giggled shutting his bedroom door behind me

He groaned a little holding his throat before he spoke his voice sounded harsh and broken like he had been gargling sand and razor blades yet sickly still almost as if you could hear the mucus in his nose and throat with each word "oohh fuck off y/n"

"Fine I'll go" I laughed faking being offended

"No… I'm sorry y/n" he answered "don't go"

"How are you doing sickie?" I laughed sitting beside him on the sofa

"Still sick, I wouldn't get too close y/n maybe I'm infectious?"

"You’re not infectious Thomas you have a cold" I laughed

"I have the flu" he corrected

"You have man flu" I laughed

"what's the difference?"

"The dramatics"

"I have the flu y/n" he complained

"You might but you're not dying," I laughed as I got my bag "medicine… take it" I warn handing him the tablets I got him at the pharmacy he grimaced and put them to the side with his tissues "Thomas" I warn "don't you wanna get better?"

"Not really no…"

"Why not?"

"I get to do my work at home which suits me better, I get to spend all day in my lazy clothes, I can spend all day in bed if I want, and I get you visiting me everyday, everyday and giving me cuddles" he smiled nuzzling into my shoulder "why would I wanna get better?"

"Take them, before I force them in you" I warn

"No, I'll keep my mouth shut you can't force my mouth open to take them" he argues

"I didn't mean your mouth" I warn

"Where else could you- ooh…" he said realizing what I mean and instantly getting himself a tablet and downing it with his water

"Good boy" I smiled, giving his cheek a kiss which made him blush "ohh your mum wanted me to ask do you want pie?"

"Not really, I'm not hungry," he shrugs

"Here's your homework, and today's notes" I smiled handing him all the stuff from today

"Where would I be without you" he smiled nuzzling closer to my shoulder but he soon moved away to cough and use another five tissues,

"You need to get to bed Mr" I laughed almost picking him up from the sofa unwrapping him from his blankets even if he shivered before tucking him in his bed with his blankets and pillows "get some rest, okay, so you can get better" I smiled

"Y/n? Can I ask you something?" He groans almost coughing again

"Go on" I laughed

"Can a dying man have a last request?"

"You're not dying Thomas…"

"Will you go to the Halloween dance with me? And… kiss me on the wall home, surrounded by the orange leaves in the beautiful moonlight?"

"You're not dying Thomas…" I repeat

"Would you anyway?"

"I'll think about it okay" I smiled "and if you want a kiss you only have to ask"

"Not now… I don't wanna make you sick" he sighed "thank you for visiting y/n"

"It's fine Thomas" I laughed kissing his cheek "I'll see you tomorrow"

I smiled as rose across town as the sun began to set, the skirt of my dress fluttering in the breeze as I hurried along the road till I got to Thomas’ house just as his parents were leaving “Ohh go on y/n I was just about to lock up” his mum smiled so I chained up my bike and headed in her locking the door behind me so I ran up to Thomas’ room it was as messy as last I saw it but Thomas was nowhere to be found

“Hu? Where are you?” I laughed “Thomas…”

“Hi Y/n!” he yelled from the bathroom the door open enough to see the light on

“What’s going on?”

“I’m having a bath”

“Ohh… should I go?”

“No, it’s fine I can still talk to you”

“You sound less sniffly today” I smiled leaning on the doorframe but as I did “whoa! What the hell smells like Lavender lemon and honey? God damn it smells like what imagine whine the phoo smelt like” I complained

“Awww yeah…. I was sick of being snuffly so I googled Herbal cures for the flu that I could bathe in and I uhhh I may have put way to much in”

“how much did you put in?”

“Well… I filled the bath, Then I put a couple lavender bath bombs in, then a packet of lemon bath salts”

“A packet! Thomas you're meant to put like a handful not the whole pack!”

“Oooh… that may explain why the sourness is in the air…” he sighed “then I put a quarter of a bottle of honey in…”

“A Quarter! How big was the bottle?”

“Uhh one of those ones that looks like a bear”

I pushed the door open

“Hi” he waves from his bath I grabbed the poor little bottle of honey

“Noooo... you killed the honeybear?”

“I needed it”

“What did the instructions online say?” I asked

“It said a tablespoon per five hhundred mill so I thought that added up right”

“Thomas… thats for tea” I sighed

“Oooh..”

“So your bathing in a cup of tea”

“Well… I’m not sick anymore” He shrugs “However I am sticky”

“That will be you know half the poor honeybear” I argue as I sat on the closed toilet lid holding the poor honey bear bottle “If you were a girl I’d say you were gonna get a yeast infection, can you get your dick infected?”

“Ahhhh no no stop! I don’t wanna think about if that's possible!”

I laughed looking up to him as I hadn’t really focused on him to busy with the bear and I noticed something else in is bath

“Are you eating chinese food?”

“It floats” He shrugs

“You made a tea bath? And you're eating chinese food because you can float it in your bath?”

“Yeah”

“What you got?”

“Noodles… and chicken balls, Want some?”

“I do want the chinese food… but I don’t know if I want chinese food that's been floating around your bath?” I said “You know the place you are naked?”

“When has me being naked ever stopped you from doing anything?” he asks “case and point”

“What?”

“You sat with me while I’m in the bath?” He laughs “Your not even my girlfriend” he says eating his food

“Who says I’m not?”

“Wait what?” he asked in shock

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