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bayjaruchel · 7 months

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Underneath The Strobe Light

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Pairing: Mike Schmidt (2023)/AFAB Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're aware of your feelings for Mike, but you're unsure if he feels the same. A single late-night conversation changes everything. (4.2k | originally posted on ao3 | Masterlist )

Extra Notes: Posted October 29, 2023

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You know Mike, sometimes. Mainly in bits and pieces.

You know he has that poster of Nebraska above his bed; you know he's got a soft spot for terrible eighties cartoons. You know he likes his steak well done. Maybe it's generally useless information — but you've tucked it all away in a dear corner of your brain, in a well-worn cardboard box with his name scrawled fondly on the side in Sharpie.

He's been busy nowadays, especially with his awful new job at that abandoned restaurant. You've always been there if he needs someone to watch over Abby. It's a strange juxtaposition— spending more and more time at his house, but spending less and less time actually talking to him. But you know he's exhausted, both mentally and physically.

You don't expect much. You don't need much. Even though Mike's always offered to actually pay you for babysitting Abby, you've always declined.

However— needing and wanting are two very different things.

And you want. So, so much.

Sitting here, on the couch in his living room, your mind always wanders back to him. Abby's a really nice kid, even if she's a little on the eccentric side. Whenever you're sitting with her, watching her draw or watching the television, you can't really focus on Mike. But now, with her safely put to bed … There's nothing to stop you. Nothing to distract you from the empty spot next to you on the couch.

You blink, already bleary-eyed from the hour. There's some mediocre sitcom playing on the television. It's practically white noise, and you can feel yourself slowly but surely being lulled to sleep. The stubborn part of you wants to fight it. The tired part of you wants to just let it happen. You fumble for the remote instead, switching the channel.

World News Now?

Not bad, you think wryly, slumping back into the pillows. You liked the guy playing the accordion and singing about the news, polka-style. Hopefully they'll bring that back. Maybe large broadcasting networks actually do know their audiences.

Yeah, no.

You stifle a yawn, tugging your blanket a little tighter. The room's dark, so the only real sources of light are coming from the kitchen and the bluish glow of the television. The only sounds besides that of the T.V. are the occasional car passing by, joined by the gentle chorus of crickets. It's quiet, but not in a discomforting way.

It's kind of perfect. Like your own little bubble in the world. Untouchable. Not until the sun rises, anyway.

Your bubble suddenly pops when a car pulls into the driveway, tires crunching on the pavement, and your heart skips.

It couldn't be anyone else.

About a minute later, there's the sound of keys turning in the lock. The door swings open and then shuts behind him. Softly. He knows Abby would wake up if he slammed it. Then there's the thump of him setting down his stuff— carelessly.

The couch cushions squeak a little when Mike sits down next to you. Silently. He's gotten rid of that stupid security vest.

"Hey," you offer.

"Hi," he obliges.

You're sure he's not really paying attention to the T.V. "How was work?"

It's bland small talk at best, and brutally annoying at worst. But it's the only way to move into interesting conversation territory. And he didn't just trudge past you to go flop down on his bed, so you're assuming he does want to talk. You might pretend not to know, but you're well aware of his social life— or lack thereof. Everyone needs to talk, sometimes.

"Pretty dull." Rolling his probably stiff shoulders, he lets out a small sound of discomfort. Sheepishly, he murmurs: "I kind of … I kind of just napped, to be honest."

"Aren't you supposed to be a security guard?" You tease. "That's a really important job, you know. You have to stop all the dangerous teenagers from breaking in and spray-painting dicks on the walls."

He huffs out something reminiscent of a laugh. "Honestly, the pay's too low to take it seriously."

"And yet … "

"There weren't any kids, okay?" Mike shakes his head. When you turn to look at him, though, he's smiling. It's faint, but it's there. "No dangerous teenagers that I had to fight off. It was fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine."

You don't want to let the silence set in.

"Oh, yeah, we finished the leftover spaghetti earlier. For dinner. I hope that's okay."

"No, it's terrible," he deadpans. "I hate you."

"Asshole."

"Whatever." Mike snickers, and you bask in its gloriousness. "Yeah, it's okay. I know that I probably wouldn't have eaten it anyway. Did you, uh … " He pauses for a split second. "… Did you like it?"

His tone makes you wonder, but you hastily brush it off. "Yeah, I did," you clarify, "the sauce was pretty great. Was it store-bought, or?" Because if it was, then where can I get it?

"Yup," he replies, popping the 'p'. "Great stuff, for something that's canned. But I always add a little more garlic powder, too."

"Oh, really?"

Mike hums an affirmation. "It's like magic, I'm telling you. Doesn't even take a lot to add flavor."

"That's cool." You rustle with your blanket again, adjusting it more out of habit than anything else. That, and it's kind of cold. "I'll try and remember it for later."

He's almost cheeky when he speaks.

"It's life-changing."

You can't help but snort. "You sound like an addict."

Incredulously, he glances at you. "To what? Garlic powder?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"I can't believe that you'd say that." He slowly shakes his head, for the second time in the span of roughly a minute. "Especially as someone who's experienced it firsthand—"

"—you're the one talking about how life-changing it is—"

"—you can't possibly ignore the irresistible savoriness of garlic powder."

You look at one another for a moment. The sheer absurdity of the situation sets in all at once. And, well. He starts giggling, and you can't hold it in, either. How could you? Even though he looks at least part zombie, his eyes are still very much alive. Despite the blatant awkwardness and lingering shyness that always follows him around, he's still got a very contagious laugh.

After you both calm down, he lets out a long sigh.

"It's getting really late."

You cling to what little stubbornness remains. "Yeah?"

"Are you gonna head home?"

Again, there's something there. Despite his nonchalant attitude, it's almost like—

—but you're probably overthinking. Wouldn't be anything new. He has to get some rest, and so do you. The drowsiness repeatedly threatening to tug your eyelids closed is a testament to that. Normally, you'd just pass out on the couch or something, and take off early in the morning; before Mike and Abby wake up. But now, it's different. Now, you actually have to make a choice before your sleepy body makes it for you.

"Um." You rub your eyes again. "I mean. I could, if it's bothering you—"

"It's not."

He interrupts you so quickly that it catches you off-guard. It seemingly catches him off-guard, too, judging by the way he promptly averts his gaze and pretends to care about the guy on the television going on about some sort of plumber strike in the city.

"Oh." You need a second to process. "Oh, okay. Well, in that case … I don't really think that it'd be safe for me to drive right now." You laugh, a little too airily for it to be completely genuine. "I'd probably fall asleep at the wheel or something." At least that's the truth. "I'll just take the couch. As usual."

"Okay," he says. He's back to murmuring.

"And I'll be gone before you eat breakfast." Subconsciously, you're fiddling with the slightly frayed edges of the blanket. It's well-loved. "As usual."

You think you hear him suck in a breath, seconds before:

"Why don't you stay?"

Your own breath stutters in your chest.

"... what?" Is all you can manage, without horrifically humiliating yourself.

"I mean," he rushes to correct himself, "you come by sometimes because you want to spend time with Abby— she likes you a lot, you know, sometimes I think she likes you more than she likes me . I think—" He's properly nervous now, his knee bouncing up and down. But he's already continuing before you can get a word in. "I think she'd like you to be here in the morning. And you don't accept pay, anyway. You just— won't."

His nervousness is spreading to you. "Hey, I—"

"Why are you here, anyway?"

The question sounds like it's been a long time coming. He's demanding you now, brow furrowed and eyes sparking with emotion. "Is it out of pity? Do you feel sorry for me? Do you feel sorry for Abby? Because if you do, then— then you can just—"

"It's not!" You exclaim.

Immediately, you realize that there's a sleeping girl not too far away, and shamefully lower your voice.

"... It's not, I promise. I just—" It takes a little while for you to gather the right words, and when you do, you don't drop your gaze from him. All of his previous frustration is all but gone, replaced by a slightly wide-eyed expression that's making your heart ache a little. "I genuinely really like spending time with Abby, okay? She's really sweet, and creative, and just a really great kid. And I—"

You stop yourself.

"And you what?" Mike asks, gently.

Might as well, huh?

"And I really like spending time with you, too," you admit, finally unable to meet his eyes and focusing on your lap instead.

There's an incredibly tense beat, in which you swear your life flashes before your eyes.

Then:

He's barely audible when he speaks. His knee has stopped bouncing, but he's playing with his thumbs. Clearly, your confession— vague as it was— resonated with him, in some way. You hope he understands what you meant, because you couldn't possibly put it all into words in a way that would make sense.

"Feeling's mutual," he mutters.

Your head almost snaps up at that. Maybe you had expected it, deep down— you're not oblivious, duh— but it's one thing to have a hunch, and another to have that hunch proven. And out loud, no less.

"Yeah?" You dare to ask.

Slowly, he looks up. He meets your eyes.

"Yeah," he repeats breathlessly, like the wind's been knocked out of him.

You let your blanket fall from your shoulders, and it slides all the way onto the floor.

You reach out.

He lets you lace your fingers through his.

Mike's palm is sort of clammy— and he's shaking a little— but he still squeezes your hand. On instinct, you guess. It still makes you smile. He doesn't return it, but his lips are parted a little, and you really, really like that. More than you probably should. You like a lot of things about him more than you probably should.

You scooch a little closer, and he doesn't move away. You let your gaze drop back down to his lips again, making your intentions clear. Still, you don't know if it's clear enough. You lean in, just barely.

"... Can I?"

His reply is almost instantaneous.

"Please."

You swallow all of the witty quips you could make, and kiss him instead.

He's very tentative at first. Like he hasn't done this for a while. But you ease him into it— and before long, he's got one hand on the back of your neck, the other somewhere near your waist. He tastes like coffee and something else you can't really put your finger on. It doesn't really matter, though. Because you are kissing him, damnit!

His eyes are still shut when you part— with a soft smack — but they flutter open after a second. You're not sure if you're supposed to say something meaningful. Luckily, he leans in instead, and your thoughts are immediately transported elsewhere.

You kiss like this for a while. It's really nice, and you know he needs it. So do you.

However— when you start losing track of time, lost in the moment, he makes a noise.

It's quiet, definitely. But it's nothing like the little hums and sighs he's been making so far. It makes you shift closer, pressing more insistently into him. And he responds, enthusiastically wrapping his arms around you, closing the little distance between your bodies that there was. You can practically feel his heart jackrabbiting in his chest when you slip your tongue past his already kiss-swollen lips.

He moans.

You indulge yourself. For a little longer. And Mike chases you when you part.

"We shouldn't do this in the living room," you whisper, nearly panting. "The couch is a little—"

"Okay," he whispers back, already sounding wrecked. "Okay."

You've been in his room before. You've sat on his bed— you've even laid on it before. But you've never straddled him on it before. It's a position that makes your head spin a little, and you occupy yourself with kissing him again. His hands fit perfectly on your hips, but they don't stay there for long, tragically— they trail upwards, up your waist, to your back. To your shoulders, and then back down again. It's as if he just can't get enough. You can't either. You need more.

So, you tug at his shirt. He gets the message right away— hands scrambling to pull it up and over his head. He's still rather slim, but with a slight softness, mostly located in his midsection. There's a light dusting of dark hair on his chest, as well as the provocative happy trail leading down from his navel. You drag your eyes downward, admiring him, and then decide that you're wearing too much clothing. Your top comes off, dropped onto the floor near his.

Mike takes more time to admire you when your torso is completely bare. His hands are warm on your bare skin, and slightly rough. Like before, he's hesitant at first, but when you encourage him— either literally or with physical indications— he grows bolder. His stubble scratches gently against you when his lips find your collarbone.

You squirm a little, not even realizing it— and you feel him. Simultaneously, you both gasp. He's not fully there, but he's at least half-hard— and it can't be comfortable in those jeans.

"Should I—"

"Yeah—"

With steady fingers, you unbutton his fly, and then unzip him. It's a little awkward when he shimmies out of the jeans, and when you wriggle out of your bottoms— you both snicker a little, but he's back to comfortably breathless when you settle back onto his lap. Under normal circumstances, you would tease him again. And yet, you can't bring yourself to. Not right now, at least.

All you want to do is keep going.

You roll your hips, testing the waters. His breath audibly hitches, and his hands fly up to settle back on your hips. He looks up at you, eyes already half-lidded— and they close when you grind down again. And again. His lips are clumsier this time when you kiss him, but he still reciprocates all the same. The sensation of him directly underneath you like this is intoxicating. You can feel every little twitch and every little jolt.

"Fuck," he breathes, long and drawn-out, " God, I can— I can see the spot on your—"

"Yeah?" You encourage, grinding down again, drinking in his answering groan. "You like that?"

"Yes —"

"You want me to take 'em off?"

Mike's pupils are blown wide, even though his eyes are already dark as is in the dimness of the room. He nods, once, then twice. "Yes," he murmurs. "Please," he adds, for good measure.

He stares openly when you get off him, just enough to peel off your last remaining layer of clothing. And when you sit back down, well. It's obvious that you'll have to give him a second. "Can I," he says, finally, "can I touch you?" The way he's looking up at you again is just so sweet, so needy, that you consider saying no. Your throbbing core quickly shuts that idea down.

"Go on," you encourage.

He helps you move so he has easier access, and—

His fingertips find your slit, already wet for him.

"Look what you did to me," you murmur.

He visibly flushes— and then carefully works one finger into your slick heat. The feeling, combined with his thumb brushing against your clit— it's relief that you've needed this entire time, and you can't help but let a quiet sound escape your lips. It's apparently enough incentive for him to quicken his pace a little. Deliberately, he continues massaging your sensitive nub in a firm but easy pattern as he gently pushes a second finger inside you.

Mike may be out of practice, but evidently, he still knows what he's doing. He peppers kisses up and down your neck, some more open-mouthed than others. Crooking his fingers, he maintains his diligent rhythm. A thought floats through your mind, unbidden— he must have strong hands, if he's been able to keep up like this—

Two becomes three, and you're spreading your thighs a little wider for him. He's still transfixed, but speeds up at your urging, breath hot against the divot between your neck and shoulder. You chance a glance down, and you can see the visible outline of him through his boxers. You did that to him. He's desperate— for you.

"Mike," you gasp, "nnh—"

"Yeah, c'mon," he mouths, against your neck, "c'mon—" He's not letting up in the slightest, and when you tell him to, he speeds up again. He needs to see you cum just as much as you need to feel it. Your needs and wants are rapidly blending into one. You squeeze your eyes shut, but open them to look at him. His dark curls are a mess, his hand working tirelessly between your legs.

"Mike —"

He says your name in return, like he's the one in the vulnerable position.

"Mike , 'm gonna— 'm gonna—"

"Please," his breaths are ragged, debauched, "cum, please, c'mon, lemme see it—"

"Oh —"

The tension snaps, and you spasm around his fingers. Your hips twitch, and you moan, your mouth falling open as you ride out your orgasm. You're rising— falling — molten honey pooling in your core, before flowing throughout your body. And Mike keeps going throughout it all, letting you enjoy the sensations until you're fully satisfied.

Nearly boneless, you sag backward. His fingers, soaked with your glistening release, slip out of your cunt with a wet noise. He doesn't waste any time in bringing them up into his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue— at the taste of you, he groans, even though it's muffled. Your mind takes a moment to catch up again with the world, but another thought manifests itself— how would he react, if you let him use his mouth on you? How would his head look between your thighs? He would be noisy, wouldn't he? Enthusiastic, pliant, and—

Your desire, although it waned for a short minute, comes back tenfold. But you take one look down again and— you can do that later. Right now, you want him inside you.

Mike lets you tug him down for another kiss. He lets you feel the worn fabric on his thighs, almost playfully. When you palm him through them— he hisses through his teeth, hypersensitive even though you've barely touched him yet. You're going to fix that, though. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, you tug them down.

You were right. He's desperate. As soon as his overheated skin meets the cool air, he lets out another quiet hiss. And when you take him in hand—

"Mmh —" A firm stroke from base to tip, and you've already got him. He's average in length, but a little girthy. You know he'll be perfect. There's a little drop at the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, focusing instead on warming him up a little. He whispers your name, once, when you pump up and down, twisting your wrist.

"Got a condom?" You ask, stilling for a second. His eyes snap to you.

"Oh my God, " he quickly mutters under his breath, before raising his volume, "uh, yeah, I think so. Lemme—" And he's already scrambling off the bed, opening the drawers of his nightstand with speed, but somehow simultaneously managing not to make much noise. He rifles through them, but soon emerges victoriously with what he was looking for. It's a little funny, how he doesn't waste any time in ripping it open and tossing the garbage into the mostly-overfull pail near his bed. Hastily, he rolls on the condom. You think he's expecting you to lay back or get up on your hands and knees so he can fuck you like that— you wouldn't be entirely opposed to it— but that's not what you want right now.

You place your hands on his chest and push him back down so he's sitting against the headboard. He goes without complaint, even shifting when he understands what you want to do. He's flushed almost down to his neck.

When you sink down on him in a smooth slide, still slick from earlier, you both moan. He sounds strained— he's biting his lower lip, squirming until he finally bottoms out. You have to take a moment to catch your breath, too; the fullness is just how you imagined, but it's so, so much, especially because of your lingering sensitivity.

"I'm not—" He audibly swallows, hands tightening on your waist when you move just a little, "oh, fuck, I'm not gonna— I'm not gonna last long." He's babbling a little. "You're tight, fuck."

You rock back and forth, once, and it's enough to force a choked noise from his throat. You watch his face, observing every little twitch, the clenching of his jaw. You can't hesitate for much longer, though— so you begin lifting yourself and dropping yourself down on his cock. Just in little movements at first, so you can get used to the feeling. His eyes squeeze shut—

"Look at me," you demand, and he does. He doesn't try and thrust up into you when you really start to move. Up and down, up and down, with lewd plaps that accompany your sounds; his grunts— you swear you hear him whimper . His eyelashes flutter open and closed, as he struggles to follow your command, wanting to be good. For you. Even though you can see his thighs flexing as he holds everything back. You ride him for all you're worth.

True to his words, you can tell when he gets close. Maybe he's been on edge this entire time. You thread your fingers through his hair— he buries his face into the crook of your neck, maybe out of embarrassment. You can feel how flushed he is, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. Your muscles are aching, but you're determined to make him cum. You're determined to do this for him.

He says your name, but it's more of a whine. "Please — I'm gonna— I can't — "

"Go on," you pant, "you can. Don't hold back." Your arms are wrapped around his neck, now, holding him tight; just like his arms around your waist. The contact is almost too much, but somehow it's still not enough, despite him being inside you. "Go on," you repeat, after he whines again, the sound sending white-hot heat straight to your core. "Cum."

Mike twitches, and you can feel him pulse— the sound he lets out is high-pitched, muffled into your skin. You slow your movements— the aftershocks of his orgasm last longer than yours. It might've been a little while for you, but it had definitely been longer for him.

He doesn't let go, even after his breathing's slowed down.

Gently, you pull his head back so you can look at him. He looks up at you with slightly wet eyes. The kisses you press to his cheeks and forehead make him scrunch up his face.

"Hey," he rasps, "I gotta throw out the condom. Hang on."

"Yeah, okay."

When he slips out of you, you both sigh a little. With unsteady fingers, he ties up the condom before chucking it into the pail.

The sheets are cool on your skin when he pulls them over you both. The room reeks of sex, but both of you are too exhausted to care. When you turn to lay on your side, he's behind you, throwing an arm over your waist. Tugging you closer. Almost absentmindedly, there's a kiss pressed to the back of your head.

"Thank you," he mumbles.

You stare at the far wall, unable to close your eyes just yet.

"For what?"

"For—" A pause. "For everything, I guess."

The awkwardness is back. But you let it in. You smile.

"You're welcome."

He doesn't respond, but shuffles nearer, chest pressed up against your back. It's not long before you're both fast asleep.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 10 months

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feelings {peter parker tasm}

plot: you and peter have been friends since you were both knee height, now that you're both mid twenties you're busy navigating life and also the fact that you're both hopelessly in love with the other.

character: peter parker (tasm) x reader

requested by anon

Aunt May had always had her hopes for the two of you. She could see it coming from a mile away, honestly. She had raised Peter and had practically helped to raise you too since you were always over at the Parkers' house from when you could talk. She watched as you and Peter's friendship blossomed, watched as you helped each other through school, dealing with bullies and crushes and exams. She watched as Peter got and lost his first girlfriend and watched as you supported him through the loss of Gwen. He was there after your first relationship ended in turmoil and tears. She watched as you both got jobs and got places in college, both busy and yet both still making the effort to see each other. She watched as neither of you realised but you both started to fall in love. She had always known that there was something there.

She had tried to tell Peter just to help guide him to you when he was seventeen but Uncle Ben had told her to stop meddling in their nephew's life. "He'll figure it out in his own time, May. They'll realise soon enough." So Aunt May dropped it and continued to watch from the side-lines with a secret smile every time she saw the two of you.

Peter's leg was tapping away as he worked, he could never sit still, "You good, Parker?" You asked him. You were both busy with essays for your separate college courses but you always liked to work together. Ever since you were little you liked doing homework and the likes together. There was something about his presence, it calmed you and helped you focus.

Peter rubbed at his eyes tiredly, the stubble from neglecting to shave for the last few days was a feature you quite liked about him. Hope he keeps that beard, grows it out a bit more maybe. You frowned when you caught yourself thinking it, okay weird. He was your friend - your best friend - nothing more, nothing less. "I'm fine," Peter sighed, breaking you out of your thoughts, "hungry though... Wanna go for lunch?"

You laughed, "Think you mean dinner?" You teased, showing him the time on your phone, "We've been at this for hours."

"Shit, really? Wow... I better give Aunt May a call, let her know I'm okay. You know how she worries."

"Can you ask if I can come for dinner-"

"You're coming." Peter said, deadpan, as he called her, "Hey Aunt May, it's me. Me and (y/n) have been studying and doing essays since 11am and now it's nearly 5pm!" Peter's face scrunched, "What? No. We were writing essays - just writing essays."

You packed your bag as he finished his conversation, "She must've had a drink of something strong," Peter said as he hung up the phone, "She was convinced that we weren't studying. She kept hinting that we were doing something else like making out or something like that! Insane, right?!" Peter's laughter was loud and you didn't know why that hurt so much. Is it so awful to even think? Am I that unappealing to you? You forced a laugh as these thoughts spun through your head, "I mean, that's insane, right?"

"Absolutely." You nodded, smile falling as you grabbed your bags. Why did you care so much? You had no idea. You didn't know why you were so hurt by his comments. Peter was your friend, that was all... right? Surely there wasn't anything else there, right? Right? You cleared your throat, "Uh, you know, I actually forgot I have plans to get dinner with my family today, Pete." It was a lie and Peter could tell. He always could tell, he didn't need enhanced senses to know when you were lying.

"Oh," he frowned, "Are you okay?"

You nodded quickly, "Fine, yeah. I gotta go though, I'll see you later. Give May a hug from me." Quickly you darted out of the library before he could ask you anything else. Peter watched you go, confused and a little hurt. You had lied to him and that upset him more than anything. Why were you lying to him? Had he hurt your feelings? Peter didn't know but he was going to figure it out.

You had been avoiding Peter a little bit for the rest of the day. You were just trying to clear your head. You'd come to the realisation that you liked him... a lot. You didn't know when the feelings started or why today you were realising it but you realised as you couldn't stop thinking about him. You couldn't get Peter and his dumb laugh and stupid haircut out of your head.

Peter had been calling and texting you for the last few hours and was barely getting a response so he knew where you'd be. He knew that when you got upset and things got overwhelming, you'd be on your apartment buildings roof watching as the sun set. You knew that he'd find you, you didn't mind, you knew that sooner or later this conversation would have to happen.

He found you in your usual spot, sitting with a blanket and some coffee, "Hey," he said quietly, offering you a smile and extending his hand to show you his peace offering, "god you a donut from Sal's that you love..."

With a smile and a 'thanks', you took the donut from him and began to eat it. He sat beside you, stretching his legs out and dropping his bag to the side, "I think we need to talk," he said after a few moments.

You nodded as you finished your donut, "Yeah," you said, clearing your throat, "yeah we do."

"Look, I don't know what I did earlier but I'm sorry-"

You didn't know where the sudden burst of anger came from but the words were being yelled from your mouth before you could even realise, "Is the thought of being with me so repulsive?!"

Peter jumped back, taken aback, "Wh- What?!"

"Earlier!" You snapped, jumping up making him stand up too, "You thought it was hilarious and insane when May suggested we be together! Here I am realising that I care about you and you say shit like that- Shit." You slammed your hand over your mouth, whirling away from him as your heart hammered hard in your chest. You hadn't mean to explode like this but he'd really upset you earlier and you just couldn't keep it in.

"Are you saying that you've got feelings for me?" Peter asked, voice soft and gentle; calm despite his racing heart and despite your previous tone, "(y/n), speak to me."

"I-I-I don't know!" You wailed, head in your hands, "I don't know! I- I think so? I mean, I've just been feeling stuff that I never normally feel and I look at you and I get literal butterflies. I thought that shit was made up in Disney movies but I find myself smiling when you say my name, I feel excited when you smile at me... Yeah," you laughed incredulously, "I'm saying I've got feelings for you."

Peter was silent for a few seconds as he took in all of what you just said and then he said the most heart-breaking thing he could've said, "Oh."

And there it was. Peter's reaction. Oh. Your heart sank. Of course he didn't feel the same, of course he didn't. Why would he? The two of you were best friends so of course he didn't see you like that and now it was all fucked. You had just ruined your two decades long friendship over developing feelings for him. If you hadn't told him, if you'd have just shut up and kept quiet then you wouldn't have fucked everything up; things would be normal and you'd both be happy.

You pulled back immediately, putting your walls back up to save yourself any further embarrassment or upset, "I'm sorry, uh, never mind! Ignore everything I just said, it was a joke! Ha! Got you..." You gave a pathetic attempt laugh as tears burned at your eyes, "It was all just a joke!" Peter seemed to come back to reality as he saw you were getting upset. He said your name but you were shaking your head telling him to forget it, it was all a big joke, a laugh, it was fine. Peter knew that it wasn't a joke, he knew that what you'd said was real and he felt awful about upsetting you.

"(y/n), stop," he said loudly, cutting you off of your 'it was just a joke' ramblings, "I'm sorry for saying 'oh' I was surprised that's all! It wasn't a negative reaction or me rejecting you."

You looked at him, cheeks burning and tears slowly making their way down your cheeks, "Then what does it mean?"

"It means... holy shit, I can't believe you have feelings for me. I never thought you'd see me like that!" He grinned widely, "I've had a massive crush on you for forever."

Your jaw dropped. He had a crush on you? "Then why'd you say oh you stupid oaf!" You hissed but the corners of your lips twitched upwards.

"I-I was surprised! I never thought you'd ever like me back!"

"Of course I do," you said, "Pete, you've always been there for me. Always been so kind and you're so funny and... I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."

He smiled at you, "I didn't think you'd ever feel the same... You're way outta my league, you always have been." He sat on the stone wall, patting it so you'd sit next to him, "We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

You laughed, "You could say that again."

Silence fell and all of a sudden you were fifteen again crying into Peter's arms after your first boyfriend broke up with you for someone else. Then you were six and fake marrying Peter whilst Aunt May shook her head laughing. Then you were twenty getting into college and celebrating, ending up hungover and crashing at Peter's apartment for a night. Then you were eighteen finding out that he was Spider-Man and fainting from the shock of it.

He nudged you, breaking you out of your thoughts, "So what do we do now?" He asked quietly.

You shrugged, "I guess you take me out on a date," you suggested with a smile, "that little Italian place downtown. The one with the garlic twists."

"A date?" Peter smiled, "I can do that."

You looked at him, turning your body to face him, as his brown eyes caught the sun. You'd always known that he was handsome but my god, it was like you were seeing him in such a different light. The way his eyes looked like dark honey in the sunlight, the way his lips quirked upwards, the way the wind tousled his hair to perfection.

Peter couldn't take his eyes from your face. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured quietly, eyes going between your eyes and your lips, "Can I-"

You cut him off by pulling him to meet your lips. It didn't feel weird. It didn't feel unnatural or anything like that... It felt... normal; right. It felt good. It was a simple kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but it was the best kiss you'd ever had. It was so full of emotion, so gentle and sweet and soft and you just melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, neither of you could keep the stupid lovesick grins from your faces, "Aunt May is going to have a field day with this one," Peter laughed softly, "she's been trying to get us together for years."

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m's writing #m speaks #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #i love u steve and bug

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 6

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Oral sex, deepthroating

Y/n woke up to Possum's hard on pressed into her back. Possum snored softly into her neck and she reached between them to stroke him.

"Mmm I like dreams like this." He groaned as he stirred.

"Yeah? How do dreams like this usually end for you?" Y/n had felt him grow harder in her hand as she turned around to face him, his grip on her body not allowing her to straddle him.

"Usually with me having to get some wetnaps from a gas station for my sleeping bag." He kept his eyes shut as he laughed and Y/n couldn't help but notice how young he looked like this.

"Well If I use my mouth, you won't have to use wetnaps." Y/n kissed his chest and he groaned. His grip on her loosened and she slithered down to his cock, placing little kisses below his bellybutton.

"I don't know that I will last very long. This is the most I've cum in a while...consecutively anyway." Possum sat up on his elbows watching Y/n closely.

"I just want to choke on you for a few seconds and you can cum whenever you want." Y/n smirked licking the tip. He hissed at the feeling and watched her spit on his length. She tried to push a bit of his pubes out of the way of her mouth as she started to bob her head slowly, letting his dick probe the side of her cheek. She suckled the sides, teasing him slowly before she took the majority of him in, gagging instantly.

"Fuccck. Fuck fuck fuck." His head fell back but he remained propped on his elbows. She could feel his hips trying to stay still but whenever he thursted just slightly she pulled off. She kept trying to keep her hair from falling into her face and Possum noticed, taking her hair into his hands and holding it as he watched her gagging.

"I'm about to blow." He moaned and Y/n could taste the salty spunk hit the roof of her mouth with force before sliding down her throat. He whined with every little pull as she milked his cock to semi-softness before crawling back on top of him.

"I'll never be able to wake up in this tent without a hard cock now." Possum breathed making Y/n laugh.

"Sorry not sorry." She shrugged. Possum smiled at her before glancing at his phone.

"Shit I'm late." He got up and started shuffling about his tent, paused and kissed Y/n with a smile.

"Thank you for the wake up call." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Anytime." She smirked putting her clothes back on. She watched him gather his things and she almost thought he was preparing to pack it in but he turned around and looked at her.

"I need to ask a huge favor." He took her hands into his and she shook her head.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"I need you to watch my little brother. I can't take him where I have to go today and I don't want him to worry. He just needs to eat a few times and he'll find the facilities on his own." Possum explained.

"Where are you going that you can't take him?" She asked curiously

"I'm doing a delivery for a guy and if I get caught up, I'm afraid of what they'll do to him." Now Y/n was worried.

"Possum...please don't do anything stupid." Y/n said making Possum freeze.

"It's all good. I can handle it. Will you please do this for me? I don't trust him with anyone else." Possum pleaded.

"Are you in some kind of trouble that maybe I can help with? You don't have to do something that could get you arrested." Y/n tried to talk him out of it.

"I'm always in a little bit of trouble but it's been nice to come back home and have something make it all worth it." He smiled sweetly at her.

"I'll watch him but I want you to stay in touch with me. I'll worry if you don't come back." Possum kissed her quickly and pulled her phone from the picnic table.

"I just put my number in your phone. Try to text me and not call. Calling could get me in some sticky situations. I promise to come back." Possum put his hands on her shoulder and she nodded.

"Hey, you can trust me. I've done this a million times." Possum grabbed his bag and handed the smaller one containing his brother in it to Y/n who took it.

"Please be careful." She said making him roll his eyes.

"Of course! I'll be late so you two don't wait up." Possum gave them both a kiss on the forehead before taking off towards the main road on foot. Y/n watched her phone like a hawk most of the day, keeping an eye on Opossum and trying not to worry.

She wished she had his location and not just his cellphone number but that seemed like a bigger request after only knowing someone for this long. She was startled by a text message and she opened it to see a photo of Possum standing next to a tent in what looked liked like a camping store. The picture was of him looking mischievous and the caption read:

"This tent just gave me a boner...I hope no one notices." Y/n smiled at the text.

"Never thought I'd be jealous of a tent." She replied getting a laughing crying emoji and an alien emoji back. She started to worry less knowing he was at least in a store where other people could keep tabs on him. Maybe he would be alright.

#Possum #Possum x Y/n #Welcome to Willits #One Shot Series #Tangerine Skies Series #Tangerine Skies #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #6/9

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Ruben Dias x Reader - I Want You

I'm just gonna keep them coming 😁

Summary - Ruben Dias is careful around reader because she is pregnant, however reader doesn't like it.

Enjoy!

"Are you sure this is okay for you?" Ruben said, after bringing another pillow for your back.

"It's fine Ruben."

"Do you need more ice for your water?"

"No baby, just go already. I'll be okay."

This happened every morning when Ruben was off to training. It took him two hours to get ready these days. He'd get ready in under twenty minutes but spend the rest of the time caring for you, making sure everything was alright before he left you for the day.

"You sure?" Ruben stood in the doorframe to the living room, where you sat on the couch.

"Yes." You assured him. "Go now or you'll be late, again."

"Okay." He approached the couch to give you a kiss goodbye. "Don't forget that you can always call the front desk at the City training ground. They'll know how to reach me if something goes down."

"Ruben." You closed your eyes and sighed. "Nothing is going to go down, please stop worrying."

"Okay." He nodded although his eyes, scanned the room to make sure he left everything in reach for you, the TV remote, your hydroflask...

"Where is your phone?" He turned his head. "Is it upstairs? Do you need me to get it for you?"

"Ruben just goooo!"

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going...."

You spent the rest of the day running errands, and yes you could still do that, it was just Ruben who was over paranoid about your lack of abilities.

"But is he treating you good?" Your sister said. She was keeping you company on the phone whislt you were running around town, trying to check off your to do list.

"Of course Ruben is good to me."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well, he doesn't seem so interested in me anymore."

"Come again." Your sister chuckled. "Didn't you say Ruben drove across town the other day just to buy you your favorite snack? He sounds pretty interested to me"

"I did and he did..."

"Then I apologize for repeating myself, but what's the problem?"

You sighed. "Ruben and I haven't slept with each other since I found out that I was pregnant and that was six months ago."

The other line went quiet.

"Hello? Sis, are you still there?"

A spark

"Yeah, I can see the problem now."

"Right. What should I do?"

"What do you mean? Obviously you should ask him about it, have you ever thought of that?"

Your sister was right. You should be brave enough to ask your boyfriend about it. Sooner than later.

Once Ruben got home that evening you welcomed him with a lovely dinner.

"Y/N, did you make all of this?" He asked, more out of concern than excitement.

"Yes, all for my baby." You smiled and pulled him down for a kiss.

"But you should have waited for me. I could have helped you."

"Ruben, it was just putting a potroast to a boil, not rocket science. Besides, I want tonight to be special." You bit your lip and pulled at Rubens collar to bring him in for a second kiss, this time you continued tracing the kisses down his neck.

"Y/N" he groaned, but found it difficult not to kiss you back, teasing you with his tounge.

"Dinner can wait, let's go upstairs." You whispered. And without more awareness than yourself he followed you upstairs.

You peeled the leather jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He did the same thing with you, tugging your shirt of your head and tossing it in a corner somewhere. Perhaps you had been wrong. Ruben seemed more interested in you than ever before, craving your body like the next man would.

"Wait, let me get on the bed." You said and struggled a little because of your belly.

"There." You stretched for Ruben who still stood on the edgenof the bed, watching you."

"Y/N. Maybe we shouldn't."

And there it was, you thought. That hesitant look his face whenever you got to this point. To you it was a look of disgust.

"Ruben why won't you fuck me anymore?"

"Y/N " He coughed as heat rose to his face. You batted your lashes expectantly. But he shook his head. "Won't that..." He cleared his throat. "Won't that hurt the baby?"

"No." You snorted. "But it might hurt the baby's mother if you don't do it."

"Y/N." He sighed.

"No Ruben, you don't understand. My nipples are stiff as rocks 24/7 and I'm constatly horny. Either you fuck me on this bed right now or you watch me fuck myself."

"Y/N." Ruben said. He looked terrified. You had come at him so bluntly, however you were desperate for answers.

"I can't." He said

"You can't or you just won't."

You felt clumpsy rolling out of bed, however Ruben waited patiently for you to be steady on your feet. You now stood facing each other.

"Am I that disgusting to you?"

"Y/N."

You shrugged your shoulders when Ruben tried to touch you. Perhaps you weren't being fair to him, but that was how he made you feel, untouchable. As long as you were pregnant Ruben wouldn't touch you, instead treating you like a flower made out of glass. Although it sounded romantic it wasn't, because more than anything you missed having Ruben near you.

"Just admit it. You think I'm disgusting. That's why you won't touch me anymore."

"Y/N, that's not true and you know it." Ruben approached you but was careful to give you your space. "It's not like I don't want to. Trust me, I do."

"You do?"

"Of course I do."Ruben said, his voice sincere. "You're the most beautiful creature on this planet, even more so when pregnant. But I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Why not?" You cried. Six months without sex, how could he control himself? How did he not go crazy like you?

"Because..." He said, afraid to meet your eyes.

"Yes?" You were begging for him to go on. But for some he found it difficult to get the words out. "Ruben please talk to me."

He jumped a little, not expecting you to touch him. Your hand went to interwine with his, sending a thousand sparks up your arm.

"Y/N."

Your heart always skipped a beat hearing your name escape his mouth. His voice was so deep and commanding. But he always looked down on you with those kind brown eyes.

"Ruben I love you."

"I love you too."

"Then please tell me what's going on, why you won't touch me or let me touch you?"

It was true, Ruben wouldn't even let you pleasure him, even if you'd gladly do it.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "I've been taught that whenever a woman is pregnant a man should never allow his needs to go first. That he should always put the woman before himself. I guess I have failed to understand that a womans needs could also be to have her man."

"Oh Ruben." You wrapped your arms around his stem. "Why do you always have to be such a fucking gentleman?"

"Wouldn't it be terrible if I were the opposite?"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

He did, but the kiss quickly turned into something more. Something of passion and desire.

Soon the two of you fell back onto the bed with Ruben on top of you.

"Y/N, you have to tell me to stop if this brings you the slightest discomfort. You have to." His intense gaze penetrated yours and you knew that he wouldn't move until you agreed to the terms.

"Ruben I will. I promise I will. "

He was hesitant at first but bent down to meet your lips. He kissed you tenderly and nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck. You felt his hands trembled as they went around your body unclipping your bra. His eyes widen as your breast spilled out in front of you, swollen and tender.

"Ruben." You moaned. As he licked your nipples, taking each time with the other.

"I love you." He groaned, stroking a hand across your belly. "So fucking much."

"Ruben please." You moaned. His hand continued down and in between your legs. Your back arched into the matress as his fingers traced just the right spot.

He raised his head. "Can I..." He placed himself between your legs.

"Yes, please" you gasped.

Ruben unbuckled his belt, pulling himself out of his pants. He thrusted into you slowly, setting the tone for the night. He never forced you into another position. He wanted you beneath him, where he could look into his eyes and see how you would take him. You loved having his weight cradling you, his skin rubbing of the smell of him. Soon the two of you fell onto your backs gasping for air. Ruben pulled you close, resting his hand on your naked belly. He kissed your forhead and whispered promises to you and the gift you'd soon bring into this world.

#fanfiction #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #manchester city #man city #football x reader #football imagine #ruben dias imagine #football angst #footballer x reader

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chubbyheadquarters · 2 years

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Getting with Macaque

Genre: Romantic, slight Angst

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): 6-Eared Macaque-Liu Er Mihou

It'd be interesting, to say the least.

As we all know, Macaque's not one to trust easily. He's gotta ease his way into trusting you, so you'll have to be patient. He'll be a little coy and purposely confusing, but if you stick around, then his opinion on you will change a little bit.

When you met him and act all nice, he'll see it as a trick. He's been betrayed before and people have gone a great distance to fool him. He's not about to let that happen again. But he'll lower his guard just a little when he realizes that, yeah, you're just a nice person.

If you know Wukong, he's gonna use that to his advantage and use you as secret intel. If you don't, he can still use you to get to know Mk, which he proposes as meeting a new friend.

You, totally unaware of his secret plans, continue supporting him and cheering him on, giving him advice and are always willing to be there if he ever wants to vent or rant. He slowly starts to feel a bit bad. Here you are, being used by him, and you don't even notice.

He appreciates how patient you are with him, especially when it comes to him not talking about his past or motives. It's a sensitive topic, and though he won't say now, he knows he'll be able to tell you one day. Talking about his revenge on Wukong gets you curious, but you let him do his thing.

If you're into art and/or theatre, he's honestly really happy about it, though he tries not to show it. He's got a bad boy reputation to keep. Although, if you offer to help in any way, bad boy energy is gone and you two are planning and making stuff for his next play.

He's gonna train you. Part of the package deal. He says it's for safety reasons, and y'know what, he's partially telling the truth. He might need your help in battle afterall. Even if you're not strong, you can still act as a distraction. But part of him truly doesn't want you to get hurt, so he's gonna teach you how to kick some ass. He'll be a tease, but he'll always praise you when you do well.

Don't push yourself. He'd rather you take your time with training and get it as perfect as you can. After training with him, you would unconsciously look to him when you did well, waiting for his praise. It makes him feel warm inside, knowing how much you treasure his words.

When you talk to him about weight, maybe even wanting to lose it, he'll help you out if that's what you really want-But he's-So confused? Why? You're so soft and plush and everytime he holds you it's like he's in heaven. I'd like to think that he's open to every body type, but he tends to prefer a fuller/chubby partner.

If anyone messes with you, especially if it's because of your weight, they'll get what's coming to them. He'll embarrass them, scare them for a bit, make sure they learn their lesson. He'll comfort you, telling you that you're fine just the way you are. "Those idiots don't seem to know perfection...""Huh?"" Those guys are just a bunch of idiots." Cue blushing monkey.

At one point, he starts questioning if he really wants to keep doing this. He realizes he doesn't want to hurt you, but he had been planning his revenge for so long. He can't lose this chance. It was...REALLY conflicting for him. But he went through with it and it crushed you when everything came to light.

When you do find out, your conflicted and hurt expression makes him realize HOW MUCH he fucked up. He kept telling himself that his revenge was what mattered the most. He didn't need you. You'd leave him anyways. Everyone always does. But your words hurt him so much more than he thought they would.

"Everything we went through...was all a lie? I didn't mean anything to you? Was I just going to be another puppet? Y'know, I'm so used to being used by others, but... I never expected it from YOU..."

When you leave and don't come back, he's devastated. He tries to get over it with his bad old coping habits, but he just can't. Nothing's the same without you. He wants you back, but he knows it's not that simple, and it's not gonna be easy. He broke your trust, and you told him that was the most important thing in y'all's friendship.

He quickly notices how you linger at the entrance of the building when passing by during a walk or if you're heading somewhere else, as if you're pondering on going in, but you never do, always leaving with a look of sadness and betrayal. It takes a little while, but he finds a way to get you to come back, and he makes a play of the events that happened that day. It felt like a cruel joke, like he wanted you to relive that that day. It made you want to leave, but the ending was different.

"The warrior, heartbroken by the loss of his one true friend, decided to change for the better. And after time had passed, he went to them, and apologized with the hope of gaining their trust again."

You stayed behind when the show ended, conflicted about the play. You knew it was his message to you. An apology in the Macaque way. But this wasn't something he could simply apologize for- "Got room for one more?"

The two of you talk it out, him letting you vent about your feelings and how trust was a hard thing to earn back when it was broken. He apologized and admited that he had truly begun to see you as a friend. Someone he started to, in a sense, cherish.

Seeing him so vulnerable and open made you think about everything, and with a conflicted heart, you decided to give him one last chance, and that if he we're to blow it, he'd never see you again. And goodness he's so willing to make it up to you.

Slowly but surely, he starts gaining your trust back. He became a bit more open, emotional wise, but past wise still guarded. He took your feelings way more into consideration. In due time, you began to laugh with him, joke with him, even smile at him. Yeah, he's not going to lose your trust again. He doesn't ever want to let go of this warm feeling.

He'll see the confliction on your face when you happen to hear him talking about Wukong. You never butt in or try to stop him, knowing it's not your fight, but it still reminds you of that day.... He tries his best not to bring it up around you.

Before you're together, he'll flirt and say it's a joke, but he's testing the waters to see how you'll react. If it's positive, he'll continue. If it makes you uncomfortable, then he'll stop.

His tail will unconsciously move towards you, wrapping around you. When you mention it, he denies it with all sorts of excuses. You find it cute, but you usually keep it to yourself. Last time you called him cute, he went on a small rant on why he wasn't cute. Okay whatever Macaque ┐(￣ー￣)┌

When he's tired or just wants to be closer to you, he'll lean on you, just wanting to feel your warmth and comfort to get him through the rest of the day. Head on your shoulder, eyes closed and muscles relaxed.

This bitch fucking cuddles you to oblivion. He's not letting go. Once he's got you in his grasp, you better hope you won't have to be anywhere important anytime soon. And that you have snacks. You're his personal pillow now. I don't make the rules.

👏🏽Pet👏🏽the👏🏽monkey👏🏽Please do so. Brush his hair and hum a little song. That'll put him at peace. But better yet, simply run your hands through his hair, massage his head, and he's in heaven. He'll never get tired of your touch. It's so soft and he knows he's safe with you.

At one point, he will turn his glamour off around you. He's fucking scared of what you'll think, scared that you'll run off and hate him all over again-But when he feels your hands softly cup his cheeks and you give him a soft smile-He knows that you're the one. You two will cuddle that day, not leaving the room and enjoying each other's presence.

When you do get together, not much changes other than the fact that he's a bit more open with his affections. You guys we're already cuddling it up before. Still not super into PDA, but he'll show off every once in a while. Arm and tail around you more often and nicknames thrown out there. If anyone even dares to flirt with you, they'll get a harsh glare as a warning.

His nicknames for you are so sweet. "Moonlight", "Sweetheart ", "Sugar", " Beautiful/Handsome." Take your pick. Your nicknames for him consist of "Plum", "Honey", "Dear"-Maquack. God he was so surprised that you actually called him that. But that's usually reserved for when he's spacing out or angry. Snaps him back into reality.

Sorry if there's any spelling errors or if I missed something, I just wanted or make sure there was good enough context/flow to reading it and not randomly thrown out there. I hope the writings alright and that y'all enjoy. Wukong's up next!

#six eared macaque #lmk macaque #mk macaque #macaque x reader #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #liu er mihou #chubby reader #macaque x chubby reader #lmk x chubby reader #lmk headcanons

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modelbus · 2 years

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Hey idk if requests are open but if they are

Do you think you can do a ranboo ,wilbur or tommy x rich female reader . (I just love how you write it's so good)

In which reader is a friend of them telling them by donations of 5000£ that she is going to come to their house and they don't believe her but she comes from the city in which she lives to the place where they are to surprise them during a stream

I kinda already did rich reader for Tommy (Entrepreneur Enigma) so I decided to do this one for Wilbur!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Ridiculously Rich

Your favorite part of donating to tell Wilbur things was how he momentarily froze. It always happened, no matter how many times you had given him money. He would look at chat spamming your name, look at his donations, and freeze.

"You're coming to my house?" He reads aloud. "Now? No you won't. Maybe in the morning, but it's fucking late and you're too lazy."

You type out another donation, rolling your eyes at how he doesn't believe you. You don't even bat an eye before entering 5000 as the amount and sending it through, but he sure does once he gets it.

"Woah- I'm not going to believe you. I know you too well to believe you. Chat, she's never going to prioritize me over her bed."

Before, maybe you wouldn't go right that second. Maybe you would've waited until morning. But now? Now you had to go right that second just to spite him.

You message your driver, your poor poor driver, and start grabbing things. Mr. Wilbur Soot is going to regret slandering your name on his stream.

Within five minutes you're in a car, airpods connected to your phone to watch the stream. You live a little bit away so hopefully he'll still be streaming by the time you get there.

"You're rapidly approaching my location, consider the 10,000 a bribe to stay streaming? Fucking hell. I will then. But you're a fucking liar." Wilbur laughs, rolling his eyes.

There's nothing quite like getting out of bed to go spite Wilbur. It truly is a magnificent feeling.

"Any particular reason for the late trip, ma'am?" Your driver asks.

"Spite."

He laughs but doesn't pursue any further questioning. With the kind of money you have, most people don't bother asking questions. As long as they get paid, they're happy.

That's one reason you're so close with Wilbur. You both understood what it was like to be treated as if you weren't really humans. And also, he's a lovable dickhead.

"We'll be there in a minute." Your driver reports some time later, snapping you out of your trance.

"Thank you."

You send another donation, knowing that by the time it goes through you'll be standing outside his office.

The car is driving away as Wilbur notices it, not even bothering to read what you said aloud before laughing and leaving his office. Within seconds of his disappearance from the stream, he's reappearing in the door's glass window, unlocking it for you.

"You're crazy." He laughs, quickly ushering you in.

"You said I wouldn't come."

"Because I thought you wouldn't!"

"Never doubt me, Wil. Never."

"Well, yeah, I know that now! Come say hello to my stream, they'll love to see you. As always."

"Aw, don't be jealous." You tease, following him down the maze of hallways to his little office.

"I'm not jealous!"

"You are, it's okay. Your fans love me more than you and that's okay."

He huffs, probably rolling his eyes. "This one."

"Are you on mute? Nope. Hi chat! Guess who isn't a fucking liar? You should cancel Wil for spreading such slanderous things about me." Without a second thought you take his chair, grinning at him when he throws his hands up in frustration.

Wilbur grabs his chair and yanks it, scaring you into getting off so you don't hit a wall or fall on the floor.

"Thank you for the chair. And don't believe her. Because guess whose ass I have to house for the night now?"

"You love me."

Although you had trouble finding long periods of time to come to visit, Wilbur loved inviting you to his concerts or a one-day hangout. And you loved going. You've even been featured in some Tommy vlogs!

"You or your money. Very close."

You gasp, exaggerating your emotions to seem scandalized. He's lying though, and you both know it. Whenever you donate he ends up sending most of it back. Some he kept at your insistence and also as a fee for "putting up with your dumb antics."

"I'll grab you a spare chair, we can watch some media shares. Have a little fun. Stay put and do not get me canceled."

"When have I ever gotten you canceled?" With a final warning look, he vanishes down the hallway. "So, chat, let me spill all of his secrets."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

#wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x you #wilbur soot #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dsmp #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fluff #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 10 months

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Hewwo!

I have a tiny little request for you!

So, could you maybe do some headcanons of maybe kazutora whit a reader who is a pretty famous idol? Like, how they keep they're love story secret?

If you do end up doing this , then thank you!

Yeah of course, it was actually super fun to do! So here is Kazutora x idol reader!

Meets you while actually saving you. You were hurriedly rushing down the street, continously glancing behind you as a crazed fan intensely followed you. Unfortunately you were so distracted by your follower you ran straight into someone's chest, almost falling over until strong arms caught you. The unknown man with the tiger tattoo took one look at your scared expression and the guy following you and immediately put his arm around you, pretending to know you and leading you away from the danger.

He wanted to walk you home straight away after that but you insisted you were actually on your way to get ice cream (totally not an excuse to hang out more with your cute hero). So he ended up accompanying you for ice cream instead and even got some of his own (he deserves a reward).

He turned bright red after he accidentally managed to get some on his cheek and you wiped it off.

But he was even more flustered when you asked for his number after your little ice cream date outing.

After that you get to go out with him more often, getting to know him more and eventually dating. But it's trouble in paradise when Kazutora starts to notice your strange behaviour. How you're always covering up with sunglasses and hats when you're with him, how you only want to go to quiet places, how he doesn't even know your full name and he hasn't met any of your family. Poor Kazutora comes to the conclusion that you're ashamed of him and eventually confronts you about it. However he gets the surprise of his life when you reveal you're actually an idol and that's the reason for all secrecy.

Things become easier after, Kazutora goes completely into supportive boyfriend mode.

He comes along to all your concerts, even bringing Chifuyu and Baji with him sometimes. When he's with the others they'll be right up front, cheering for you. But when he's alone he's a bit more relaxed, hanging out closer to the back with a happy grin on his face as he watches you do your thing.

Kazutora does get a little jealous of all your other fans though, he needs plenty of affection from you to prove he's your no1.

He loves looking at all your costumes and outfits, all the different colours and patterns really appeal to him, asks you to give him little fashion shows sometimes.

Gets easily bored while you're busy writing songs and practising though. If he thinks you're working for too long he'll just pick you up and carry you away from the work. (Unless there are others around, then he'll just bombard you with texts).

Kazutora also becomes the master at planning secluded dates for the two of you. He'll take you out for midnight rides, picnics in the woods, late night cinema trips. He's very good at keeping your dates a secret.

Is fascinated by your dances, ends up asking if you can teach him some moves. (It ends up with both of you in a heap on the floor laughing).

Buys a lot of your merch too, happily wearing it to your concerts.

He struggles a bit with the secrecy aspect of the relationship too, he desperately wants to hold your hand in public or announce to your fans that you belong to him but he knows he can't. He's a little possessive in this way.

Baji and Chifuyu can tell that he's hiding something from them too.

When they actually attend your performances they tease him since they think he has a crush on you (I mean they're not wrong???).

He gifts you a tiger bracelet for you to wear during performances (something small to show you're his but not an obvious gift a boyfriend would give).

Is a very good listener, will happily let you vent to him about all the problems with the entertainment industry.

Oh and if any unsavoury people in the industry ever try take advantage or you or manipulate you he definitely goes after them, threatening them to leave you alone.

And lastly when you do decide to retire from your idol career he is there for you all the way. Through every doubt or worries that you have about it ending, Kazutora never leaves your side, happily supporting you and whatever you want the whole time. He really is your no1 fan......and well maybe he's been waiting for this moment (the engagement ring in his bedside table has certainly been waiting a long time).

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya

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yuu-kumeii · 11 months

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"Kitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Your voice drawls out his name in a long whine, distress evident from the way you graciously wailed through the speaker of his phone.

"What is it, love?" He asks on the other side, seeming a lot more put together than you are. No surprise there, Kita always seems to have everything under control.

"I can't studyyyyyy, everything is so distracting and it's so hot today! I can't do this," You cry, accompanied by loud thud of your hand hitting your bed, telling Kita more than he needs to know about your current state.

With finals right around the corner, it's not surprising that you and Kita haven't been going out as much. Though you tend to start studying a day before the exams —which only happened because you just forget how to study properly—, your very diligent boyfriend starts a week before. Meaning that while you're free for the week, Kita is not and clearly it had an effect on you. Because instead of studying like a responsible person, you're getting distracted by everything that never bothered you before.

But Kita isn't phased in the slightest, "And your first thought was to call me?" He lets out an amused sigh with a hidden but endeared smile, your first thought has always been to call him first.

Whether it be to tell him about this super amazing thing you saw or to proudly announce that you bragged about him to your friends —for the 50th time and still counting—. Maybe that's why he's always so eager to come at your beck and call, it's one of the ways he can repay you.

"Yeah so..!? I'm not allowed to tell my own boyfriend about my struggles?" You say back, lifting your head to properly face the device in your hands. Knowing that he can't see your little bitter pout but it doesn't take away from the effect you had on him, even through the screen.

Kita lets out a soft sigh, filled with amusement. It's so easy to fluster you whenever you get like this, always asking for him and denying any semblance of clinginess when questioned.

"Well, since you told me all about your hardships, why don't I help ya?" His suggestion immediately brightens your mood, not because it would help you study. But because it would help your boredom and you just like his company in general, such devious intentions you have there indeed.

"Really!? Yes please help me!" You drawl excitedly, enthusiasm already oozing through the screen.

"Good, because I'm already outside"

Huh.

He's.

What.

Immediately breaking into a mad dash downstairs towards the front door, flinging it open to reveal your boyfriend in all his average glory. Phone still pressed to his ear much like yours, his smile softens at your shock.

"Hi," His voice pierces through your clouded head, making you fumble a bit at his abrupt greeting.

"Hi...." The only thing you could dare to say back.

Your breath hitched after staring for a good second, eyes already showing your adoration for him the longer they linger. Everything stopped and took a step back, Kita only looks on with genuine uncertainty at your gaze.

That is until you suddenly tackle him with all your might, almost making both of you —and the totebag he had— topple over in a pile. Thankfully Kita was used to it enough so he barely moved an inch, even though a little more force would've tipped him over. It's the volleyball captain's experience at work there. You couldn't contain yourself once you let it out, squeals of delight escape from you.

Legs locked on his hips, face deep into the crook of his neck. You were softlocked on him and he can't do anything about other than supporting you with an arm under your bum, freeing the other one to close your front door.

Thank goodness your neighborhood was rather empty that day because if anyone you knew saw, both of you would be in for a nightmare of teasing. Not that it was a bad thing, people knowing you're dating, it's just a certain group that you'd rather keep in the dark. Because as much as you love them, they'll be even more insufferable when they have something to use against you.

But that's besides the point, Kita is finally with you in these trying times and you couldn't be happier. Still locked onto him koala style as he made his way upstairs and into your room, making sure to lock your door before anything.

Finally making it to your room where he immediately attempts to dump you on your bed, gently of course he can't afford to lose his perfect boyfriend award now can he? Not that he knows about it... Yet.

He quickly takes out a few textbooks from his bag, "Any subjects you're really struggling with?" Kita asks, rummaging through his bag for some notebooks.

"...Everything...? I mean— except japanese literature of course!" You quickly defend yourself when Kita's expression shows that he was not amused, "...But everything else is kinda hard..." You finish, fiddling your thumbs in shame for your academic catastrophe.

"You're in luck, because I happen to bring books on all the subjects we have this year, " Kita turns to you, lifting up a notebook with the words 'Test pointers' neatly written on it.

"Something tells me you wrote that just in case I needed help..." You trail off, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

"Close, it's actually for Miya" Kita sighs, silent disappointment just oozing out of him.

"JUST Miya? Like it's for Atsumu right?"

Kita nods, satisfying your sudden curiosity. But then, a sudden thought pops into your head.

"Does this mean you think I'm as hopeless as Atsumu in terms of studying?" You stare down at your hands, like someone whose world view was shattered before their eyes. This realisation has opened your eyes to the reality of the logical chances at your scores being as good as you want them to be. Was every good score just pure luck? Was it all—

THUD—

"A—"

Something hit the top of your head gently, stopping your train of thought. Looking up, you see a rolled up notebook resting on the crown of your head. Your boyfriend being the culprit and his face is DEFINITELY not amused.

"Stop your panickin', you know that's not true"

"How did you know... "

"It was written all over your face, sweetheart" A smile making its way onto Kita's face, oh so he is amused.

But the fun always has to end just when it's getting good, you did ask for some study help and you're gonna get it (unfortunately with the study part). It might as well be the end of you too.

"Now, what do you wanna start with first?" Kita says, eyes already looking through the notebook for practice questions. His switch clearly catches you off guard judging by your dumbfounded expression.

"Mmmmath...??" You squint your eyes as you answer him, looking away to avoid his gaze at your unsure answer. You just don't want to start studying.

"Alright, then we'll start with integral calculus then" Your boyfriend moves to take out a very thick textbook out, it's so thick it makes you nervous despite the fact that you also have that book. Speaking of which, isn't that book in your drawer? Or did you leave it in your locker? Actually nevermind, you have to focus.

Kita hands you a pen and paper, "You ready?" He asks you, eyes both stern and reassuring.

You quickly take them, setting it down on the foldable table you had laying on your bed, "I think I am" Great answer, you sounded so sure of yourself, [Y/N].

This is gonna be one long study session, but that's ok. Kita didn't mind the 4 other times you called him asking for help this week, you'll be just fine.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #kita x reader #kita fluff #This has been in my notes for some time now #I started this during my exams which was well over a month ago omg 😭#While we're here another one of my friends agreed to be a beta reader :D #I also got my first rq so I'll start doing that when I get the inspiration bc I alr have the flow all figured out #I want Kita to help me remember how to study 🥺

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theresawritesstuff · 9 months

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Prompt - Midge finds out she's pregnant after her night with Lenny in the blue room.

She'd had this feeling she couldn't shake for the better part of a week. Nothing monumental or show stopping or obvious, just…Something. An intuition.

One she hadn't been truly sure of until the moment she saw him standing in that empty hallway. Bound for California…

Still, they made small talk. She held her tongue.

They were already leaving things unsaid that were much more certain than this. He had enough on his plate…

"Okay…You take care."

He turned to go, bag in hand. Off to make a life for himself on the west coast for who knows how long. Maybe forever.

She should let him go. She should…

"I think I'm pregnant," she heard herself say.

He turned back, not sure he heard her right. "What?"

"It's early," she told him quickly, the words tumbling from her mouth or their own free will. "I-I haven't even been to the doctor yet to confirm anything but I just…" She let out a shaky breath. "Christ. And now you've got a plane to catch and a lease and–"

"Wait…" He strode back to meet her at her side, processing. "You're saying it's…"

"Yours," she confirmed. "Yeah…"

He nodded, looking a little pale as he covered his lip with his finger. "You're sure? That I'm…"

"There hasn't been anyone else in a long time so…"

"Wow…" He puffed out a breath, glancing at the terminal anxiously. "Um–"

"I'm sorry. I know it's terrible timing. I shouldn't have said anything but–"

"But we don't call?" he offered a little sadly, turning her own words back on her.

She deserved that.

She hadn't been expecting a call from him after the way things ended at Carnegie, after she'd screwed up so astronomically.

Doesn't mean she hadn't wanted him to…

"We probably could have made an exception," she replied, attempting for light-hearted and not quite succeeding.

Lenny nodded. "Probably. Still, a guy likes to hear this sort of news in person when he can."

A tinny voice announcing the start of boarding for his flight to Los Angeles echoed off the walls around them, intermingling with the quiet strains of their song on the radio…

Lenny exhaled a sigh. "Look just…wait here. Okay?"

"Lenny." She knew she couldn't ask him to stay. That it wasn't fair to spring this on him like this. It wasn't fair to either of them.

"Just…wait. Please," he begged.

She nodded quietly. "Okay."

She'd always had a hard time saying no to him when he said please.

He got a flight attendant to help him retrieve his checked suitcase from the luggage, a pink baggage tag hanging brightly against the handle.

"You didn't have to do that," she told him when he returned, even if she was grateful he had.

"I'll catch the next one," he replied.

"Is there anyone you need to call? Let them know you'll be late?" she wondered.

"I'll call my mother later," he promised. "But we should talk first."

"I suppose we should," she admitted.

"Bar? Not for you but–"

She held up a hand mercifully. "I get it. Bar is fine."

They made their way to a quiet corner of the airport lounge in hesitant silence.

He pulled out her barstool for her, treating her with kid gloves.

"Thanks," she gave him a smile, hoping to hide her nerves.

God this sort of thing had been so much easier to talk about when she had a ring on her finger and a ten year plan carefully laid out.

He took the barstool next to her, ordering a whiskey for himself and a club soda for her, tapping the bar nervously as they waited.

"So," he ventured. "Pregnant?"

"'fraid so," she murmured.

He took a moment, letting them both come to terms with it.

"Haven't you got a rocky history with that word on stage?" he teased finally.

She laughed despite everything. "Maybe they'll give me a few extra seconds if it's my own condition I'm talking about."

"Maybe," he conceded, downing a bit of his drink. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Fine. Really good actually. No nausea or anything like that yet."

He nodded quietly. "Okay. Well that's something. Otherwise I'd feel like a real schmuck."

"I'm sorry for dropping this on you," she told him genuinely.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Pretty sure I'm the one who asked to see your corset that night. We both had a hand in…well, you know."

"I do," she replied, smiling softly as she stirred her straw idly around her glass. "At least it was a memorable night."

"I aim to please."

He looked down at the bar.

"How um…how far along would you guess you are?"

"Not very. They actually start tracking from when your last cycle was instead of from the actual doing of the deed, so…about a month?" she guessed, belatedly realizing what she was admitting to. "Too much information?"

Lenny chuckled. "I think we're passed that point, Midge."

She shrugged. "Just wasn't sure how squeamish you were."

"I'm not," he assured her.

He took another fortifying swig from his glass.

"So…what do you want to do?" he wondered hesitantly.

Midge blew out a breath, giving it some thought. "We could try calling? I've heard a few positive remarks on the concept. And you could visit if you want or I could come out to California, at least while it's still okay to fly." She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve as she second guessed herself. "Or I could send pictures if you'd rather we just…"

She trailed off, noting the tender, bewildered look in his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head. "I just assumed you wouldn't…You want to have this baby? My child? Our…"

He swallowed, struggling to find the words. "That's something you want?"

"Well the timing isn't ideal but…yes," she admitted.

"You're sure."

"Yes," she replied.

"There might be a little Lenny Jr running around making your apartment a mess, ruining your wallpaper in the not exactly distant future, and you're on board with that?" he asked again, a fond sort of smile creeping into his expression.

She shrugged. "There are worse things."

Lenny smiled, sipping his drink slowly. "Yeah I suppose there are. Timing isn't exactly ideal but…"

"But…" Midge agreed.

He turned towards her cautiously, considering his words carefully. "I don't mean to sound indelicate, but what about your career?"

"I've got two other kids at home, what's one more?" she quipped dismissively.

He gave her a look. "Midge."

"It's fine, Lenny. I'm not exactly new to juggling motherhood with stand up. I'll figure something out," she assured him. "I'm not gonna blow it. I promise."

He reached over, putting a hand over hers atop the bar.

"We'll figure something out," he corrected. "And I'm going to hold you to that promise."

She squeezed his hand gently. "I appreciate that, really. But I'm not trying to make you feel like your on the hook or that you're obligated to–"

"Miriam," he said, looking at her fully. "As the mother of my future child, please give me a little bit more credit."

She felt a flush creep across her skin at the sound of her full name on his lips.

"Okay," she agreed quietly.

He nodded, removing his hand from hers. "Good."

She sipped her drink, averting her eyes towards the bar.

"I don't think you've ever called me Miriam before," she informed him.

"No?" he asked curiously.

"No." She shook her head, glancing up at him. "...It was kind of hot."

He put a hand over his mouth to hide a very bad smile.

"Something to keep that in mind for next time, I suppose," he replied.

She arched a questioning brow at his confidence in a next time, laughing to herself.

"What?" he chuckled. "I can't exactly knock you up any more than I already have now, can I? Wouldn't hurt to make the best of it."

Midge smirked, stirring the ice in her drink.

"That depends. Do twins run in your family?"

"Not that I'm aware of," he replied. "You?"

"No." She smiled, feeling more at ease with their old patter back.

After a moment she admitted, "You know. If this sort of thing had to happen, I'm glad it was with you."

"Yeah? Why's that?" he wondered.

She swallowed, wetting her lips.

"Because no one else has ever made me feel like you did that night. Made me feel cared for in that way."

"You mean when I hooked your leg over my–"

"Not that." She swatted at his shoulder lightly as they received a sidelong glance from the bartender.

Lenny smirked, looking rather pleased with himself as he arched a contradictory brow in her direction.

"Okay yes, also that," she conceded, keeping her voice hushed. "But I meant after. When you held me just to hold me. It was…it was really nice."

"I concur," he murmured. "At least until the slow runners called."

"And I found that bag in your bathroom."

He nodded, growing somber.

"Right. That."

"Is all really well?" she asked gently. "I know I didn't handle bringing it up well last time but I need to know, given that you knocked me up and all…Are you okay?"

She reached out to retake his hand in hers.

He turned his palm over, lacing their fingers.

"I'm working on it," he replied eventually.

"Well if there's anything I can do to–"

"There isn't really," he informed her softly. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

She nodded quietly. "We can talk about it another time. Now what about that pack of lawyers of yours? What are we dealing with there?"

"Midge, this wasn't supposed to be a talk about my problems," he reminded her.

"Too bad," she replied, hopping off the barstool to dig one of his files out of the bag at her feet.

"Miriam," he admonished, lowering the timber of his voice as he slid around her to get the file.

"Nice try," she smirked, flipping it open on the bar, glancing over what appeared to be a billing statement of some sort.

"Jesus Christ Lenny, are you really paying these guys that much?"

He shrugged, slumping back into his bar stool in defeat. "It's either that or face some options I'd care for even less."

Midge shook her head. "You're getting ripped off."

"You know your way around a courtroom better than I do?" he wondered incredulously.

"I know a guy. Mike Kessler. He'll charge you way less than these vultures and he's good. Better than good. You should call him. I might have his number in my purse actually."

"Midge, I've got a lot more charges against me than just saying a few naughty things to a crowd in the Village," he reminded her.

"And flashing my tits. Allegedly," she corrected with a smirk.

He blinked at the image. "I think I missed that."

"You were waiting for me out front. We just didn't know it yet," she replied, pulling the card in question from her purse.

She placed it against his chest, holding her hand over his heart. "Call him. I'll put in a good word," she insisted.

He shook his head, lifting her chin with the crook of his index finger to kiss her.

She was more than happy to oblige, letting herself get pulled in by his embrace, her eyes drifting shut.

"Thank you," he replied when their lips parted, holding the business card between his fingers, pocketing it pointedly. "Now back to why we're really here."

"You've still got the lease and the daughter out in California," she reminded him.

"Kitty," he informed her.

She smiled. "Kitty. That's a sweet name."

"Thanks. She's a sweet kid. Yours are…"

"Ethan and Esther," she answered.

"Right," Lenny nodded. "Are they in school?"

"Ethan just started kindergarten this year."

"So did Kitty."

Midge couldn't help but notice the proud little spark in his eyes at that.

"How long's the lease?" she wondered.

"Six months. At least to start had been the plan."

She nodded to herself. "We can work with that."

"Maybe Kitty and I could come visit over Hanukkah," he ventured.

"I'd like that," Midge beamed.

"Me too."

Lenny smirked to himself, finishing the last of his drink, setting it aside.

"God, I feel like I should be offering to buy you a ring. Getting down on one knee to make an honest woman of you or some shit," he admitted, pulling some money for their drinks from his wallet.

Midge let out a laugh. "Well how could a girl say no when you put it like that?"

His eyes searched hers, looking for an answer to the question he hadn't quite asked.

"I don't need you to propose, Lenny," she replied gently. "Not right now. I…"

She let out a breath. "I don't want you to marry me just because you think it's the right thing to do."

"I can think of a few other reasons," he drawled, placing the money on the bar.

She shook her head. "I need to know that if you propose it's because you love me. First and foremost."

He nodded, getting to his feet slowly.

His hand came to cradle her cheek as he looked into her eyes, taking her hand in his other and bringing it to his lips tenderly.

"First and foremost," he promised.

He exhaled a sigh as the clock on the wall caught his eye.

"You need to go," she guessed.

He nodded, his thumb tracing circles across her hand, reluctant to let go.

"Promised Kitty I'd be home for her birthday. Should probably try to make good on that."

"Lucky girl."

He smiled softly, gathering his things.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Promise."

"Okay," she agreed, getting to her feet. "I guess I'll keep you posted on what my OB has to say."

"Please do."

"Not exactly how you expected your afternoon to go, hm?" she teased.

"One could say that."

She took him in in that moment, memorizing the lines in his face, the light in his eyes.

She'd never expected Lenny. Her whole life she'd made careful plans for herself but she'd never once expected him. Never thought to imagine that someone like him would drop into her life, become one of her dearest friends and steadfast supporters. Never expected him to slowly steal her heart along the way.

Was it any wonder that an unexpected pregnancy after a night spent in his arms felt strangely right, even now with the cards stacked against them?

"We'll figure it out," she promised.

He nodded, gathering his things in hand, a little bit of hope in his eyes that hadn't been there at the start of this.

"See you at Hanukkah?"

"Can't wait."

She watched him walk away, still bound for the west coast. But this time it wasn't a goodbye.

It was the start of something much better.

#Midgelenny #midge x lenny #Tmmm ficlet #Prompt fill #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #unplanned pregnancy #canon divergence #A bit of a stretch of the original prompt. Hope that's okay #Rewriting the airport scene felt like the way to go

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howtobecomeadragon · 1 year

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okay so Stonathyle

Steve teases Jonathan and Argyle for being such potheads. They get him to smoke more and he gets Jonathan, at least, to smoke a little less, to stop avoiding his problems. There's no stopping Argyle though.

Steve and Argyle tease Jonathan about being so uptight and whine when he talks about maybe moving away for college. Then they kiss him and tell him they'll follow him wherever he goes.

Jonathan and Steve tease Argyle about his Cali ways and he is always talking shit about Hawkins. They tease Argyle for how much he bundles up when it's colder and Argyle says, shivering, "That is so not cool, my dudes, my ass is about to freeze right off." He talks to Jonathan about some college options in warmer states, thank you very much.

Argyle teases Jonathan and Steve about previously liking Nancy. He feels pretty happy that they like him so much, being the absolute opposite of Nancy. Jonathan whispers to him, "Maybe that's why we like you so much." And Steve says, "Yeah, man, you two are the people I want to travel around with him. We'll adopt some kids, huh? What do you think about that? The three of us can tackle more than just two parents."

Jonathan and Argyle tease Steve for being the cool kid, for dressing like a prep. Steve gives them both a kiss, winks, and says "You know you like it." They do.

Steve begs Argyle to teach him how to cook, and Argyle does. Jonathan, happy to take a load off, sits on a bar stool and watches them with happy eyes. Argyle wipes some flour off of Steve's cheek, and Steve melts a little bit. They present a really rad pizza to Jonathan, who compliments both of the chefs as they all dig in together.

#stonathyle #stonathon #jargyle #i'm not usually thinking too much about the older teen shipping dynamics but this hit me like a freight train last night

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hypersonic04 · 9 months

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I honestly can't get enough of teacher Ross and I'd love a little blurb of maybe the two of them getting spotted in public together - out of school hours! - and maybe some kids at school, older boys, probably thinking they can 'blackmail' Ross into giving them good grades or they'll spill the beans or starting rumours which Ross overhears himself or getting hauled in by the head who has heard.

Or something similar where it's a lockdown/home schooling sitch and the two of them are holed up together and pupils start to notice little clues, like the same mug being spotted in Ross's Zoom lesson, then the next day she has it, or the same picture on the wall behind. Or basically any other way they're forced to come clean when people put 2 and 2 together.

Also, one where teacher girlie has some girls in her 6th Form class who clearly have a crush on Mr MacDonald too and she just loves overhearing them gossiping over how good he looks, guessing what colour shirt he'll be wearing next and bickering over whether his hair is nicer up or down. She has to resist agreeing with them out loud.

hi anon! these are such great ideas!

I think for the first one, maybe you're just having a bit of a 'running errands' day, you know, picking up a birthday present for someone, maybe taking some clothes back, etc. You've stopped for food, and you're kind of just stood together in the queue at a Costa or something, laughing at something he's said, him smiling down at you, and a group of boys from your school walk in. Like you said, they're a bit older, Ross talks to them about football and has a bit of banter with them when they're in his class, so they come over and they're immediately teasing him for it (maybe it's the same boys that said he didn't have the guts to ask you out all those months ago), so he's laughing a bit when they're all like 'finally got the bottle to ask her out, sir?'. They leave you both with a quick 'give me an A on that test, Mr Macdonald! Imagine if we told everyone we'd seen you out with Miss!'. Like yeah, they're laughing and joking, but Ross kind of rolls his eyes at the thought of it. Anyways, like you said, the rumours circulate (like they have done for a while, actually), and the head teacher just gives a little word to Ross - 'you and Miss y/l/n are together, I've heard?'. Ross goes all smiley, hand on the back of his neck as he's all like 'uh, yeah, we are'. I don't think it's an issue at all, all of your colleagues really like you both, so they're just happy for you!I love love love the idea of the second one. Maybe you're wearing the same sweater he'd worn in his lesson that morning, and like you said with the backgrounds, maybe the same office on some days. It's a sure giveaway and the kids are all giggly about it. It always makes you laugh when you can hear him in another room on staff meetings.

I love the last idea! Yeah, like you said, they're sixth form girls and I think you're just covering the lesson for the day, getting on with some marking whilst they 'revise' (talk about their plans for the weekend with coloured pens in hand). The minute they get onto the conversation of teachers they find attractive, you know where this is going, trying to suppress your smile when they bring him up. Like you said anon, they start discussing his hair, and you're mentally agreeing or disagreeing with their observations. You want to chip in so bad, but obviously you don't. They're talking about how he's wearing the pinstripe shirt today (one you'd picked out when you'd laid in his bed that morning, watching him walk round the bedroom in his boxers, your cheeks are pink at the thought), and it takes everything in you not to giggle.

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross

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lewis-winters · 2 months

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4, 13, 19, and 22 for any ship involving a medic

WAAAHHH I only saw this now, I'm so sorry.

Let's do something different, with each question corresponding to a different ship! I know it says "OTP" asks but, unfortunately, the reality of being a multishipper is... well. This.

4. Doc Bryan/Nate Fick - Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Neither of them need protecting, they can definitely handle themselves on their own. We know that, they both know that. But Doc Bryan's default existence/way he interacts with people he cares very deeply for is just. Manhandling, chastising, and worrying. It's like enrichment for him, ya know? So Nate lets Tim fuss over him and lets him worry, because if he doesn't, Tim will just worry more somehow. And if Tim yells at officers for putting his Captain in trouble, well. So long as he tacks on a sir at the end of it, they'll be fine.

13. Baberoe - Who’s the bigger tease?

LMAO, Eugene. Babe tries to give it as good as he's got, but he's unfortunately too impatient and gives in to his own game easily. Eugene, however, knows what he wants and is also very patient and will make Babe wait. RIP Edward Heffron, you were a good man.

19. Pasiphaë/Halsin - How do they feel about PDA?

Ok. So. Yeah, I snuck some BG3 in here, Halsin counts as a medic! Anyway. Halsin's touchy-feely. Has always been, even before they properly got together. I have this headcanon that he has a thing for Pasiphaë’s hair—it’s the first thing he noticed about her, apart from her eyes. He obviously can’t stare at her eyes and not get caught, though, so instead he focuses all his pining energy into maybe-sometimes-accidentally-but-also-on-purpose catching the end of her long pony tail/braid hybrid in his fingers. When they get together, though, it's incessant. But it's always Halsin initiating. Pasiphaë’s a little more shy; she's a widow, it's been years since she was touched like this, but she gradually warms up to the idea.

22. Spina/Julian - What reminds each of their partner?

That stupid knit hat haunts Julian everywhere he goes. Sometimes, he'll leave Ralph for a little bit, then brush against someone wearing a knit green hat, and immediately get this urge to chase that person down, because it might be Ralph! But no, it's just some other guy wearing a knit hat. It would be pretty adorable if Julian didn't feel so embarrassed about it.

On the other hand, Ralph-- "Oh! You're from Alabama? My boyfriends from Alabama, too!"

Obligatory OTP Asks

#ask #ask game #generation kill #band of brothers #doc bryan/nate fick #baberoe #Pasiphaë/halsin #spina/julian #Pasiphaë elago

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,409 words

Warning(s): violence

Author's Note: Reputation is Jason's album. I don't make the rules.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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...Ready For It?

I, I, I see how this is gon' go Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know

I was always the one that was meant to stop Robin.

It was the only job that anyone cared enough to assign to me.

At first, I hated it.

I got tired of fighting the same guy every single day.

But after a while, I began to like our short meetings. Even if I was just fighting him, he wasn't terrible company.

He was cocky, yeah, but he was doing his best. He was trying to impress Batman. I could see that much.

He wanted to be a hero.

And he would be.

Once he could beat me in a fight. But that day has yet to come.

I grabbed his arms, shoving him into a wall of the abandoned building we had found ourselves in that night.

"Aw, what's wrong, Robin," I asked in a teasing tone. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I was thinking," he replied.

"Oh, that's dangerous."

"You could leave these assholes," he nodded vaguely in the direction of my bosses. "I could talk to Batman. Get you a job that's actually fun."

"You're cute, Bird Boy-"

"It's Robin-"

"Bird Boy," I repeated. "Batman would never trust me. Beat the shit out of you a few too many times for that."

"I could convince him."

"Not my style, anyway," I shrugged. "Sorry, Bird Boy. I'm not meant for the games you two play."

"You sure about that?"

I paused for a moment.

No. I wasn't. Of course, I wasn't. This man offered me a pathway out of the world I had been stuck in. The world that I was convinced I would only escape by dying first. But I couldn't just abandon that because he may be able to talk to a man who's been hiding behind a mask for close to as long as I've been alive.

"Maybe," I said.

"What the fuck does that-"

I cut him off by leaning forward and pressing my lips to him. It was only a matter of moments before I leaned back again.

I stepped back, smirking at the shocked look on his face.

"Ask me again the next time we meet," I called as I continued walking back.

"Why?"

I shrugged. "Might say yes."

Jason- whose name I wouldn't know for a while after that interaction- was going to be the only person that could talk me into something like that. I knew that. I was well aware of that.

All I was doing that night was planting that same idea in Jason's head.

Ours

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you

I'm not sure how I let Jason talk me into going to San Francisco. I grew up in Gotham. I knew that city like the back of my hand. I have no idea why I thought being dragged to a random city would be a good thing.

I had to sneak over there in the first place. Batman would probably think that I was trying to hunt his little Robin if I made my departure from the city obvious.

Getting into the tower itself was easy. Jason let me in.

I stood behind him as he explained to the team who I was, what I was capable of. He mentioned something about Dick having a thing for strays, so it wouldn't be that difficult to convince them into letting me stay.

"Does Bruce know about them," Dick asked after Jason's speech.

I tensed a bit as Jason answered. "No."

"Why not?"

"He would think I was trying to kill you," I answered before Jason could. "I worked with some... shady people in Gotham. Batman knows me. Knows my work. If he knew that I followed you guys, then he'd go after me."

After that, it was a process.

Well, that's what Jason called it.

He wanted to believe that I would grow on the team with time. But I was less optimistic. Dick may have taken me in, but even he didn't seem to trust me on my own.

I was constantly watched. Kept an eye on.

Precaution.

"How long," I asked Jason one night.

I had been training. I knew the cameras were on. Someone was watching. Always were.

Jason had walked in behind me right before I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied. I turned to face him.

"How long until I stop getting monitored?" I nodded to the camera in the room. "Questioned? Glared at? Judged?"

"I'm not judging you-"

"They are," I snapped. "All of them. I am a risk to them. If they could, they would throw me out."

"I wouldn't let them."

"Love to see you win a fight with space witch and manimal in there."

Jason sighed and stepped forward, going to grab my hands.

"I want to feel like I'm more than a risk to them," I muttered. "I don't wanna be looked at like some ticking time bomb anymore."

"I don't see you that way," he shrugged at me.

"Yeah, I figured out that much," I looked down at our hands. Jason ran his thumbs over my knuckles.

"Hey," he mumbled. I looked at him again. "Screw them, alright? I don't care what they think about you. And you shouldn't either. You're a badass and they'll see that. Anything beyond that... screw them."

I chuckled. "You make that sound so easy."

"Because it is."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, moving my hands to touch the sides of his face. His arms wrapped around me.

I pulled away first, grinning at him.

"See? Easy," he said, smirking a bit.

I smacked his upper arm. "Ass."

He didn't reply, he just smiled and leaned in to kiss me again.

Maybe he had a point.

Don't Blame Me

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsession I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

My heart had never dropped as far as it did when Red Hood's mask broke and revealed Jason's face.

"Holy crap," I whispered as I stood up fully.

Jason pushed himself off the ground, eyes fixed on me. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His voice was still half-modulated.

I was about to yell out for someone. Anyone. Dick or Dawn or Conner or something. Jason stopped me, yanking me forward and covering my mouth with his free hand.

"Shh," he whispered. "Come with me."

My eyes widened a bit.

"These people treated you like shit," he explained. "Always keeping an eye on you. Worried that you'd turn on them. Go back to your old ways. Remember all of that? Come with me. You'll be free."

"They've changed-"

"Have they," he asked. "Didn't Dick lock you in the manor because he the manor because he thought you'd go after the Joker on your own?"

My jaw clenched. That was true, but it was for good reason. He knew that I would've killed the Joker and anyone in my way after what had happened to Jason.

"Doesn't sound very trusting to me," Jason continued. "Doesn't look like he did the same to anyone else... even Batman. Look at how that ended."

I closed my eyes. I felt Jason's hand fall away from my mouth.

There was another voice, "(Y/n)!"

Dick.

My eyes opened again, now completely torn. I liked helping, but... I loved Jason. He was the reason I joined the Titans. He was the reason I stayed. What was the point if I didn't have him anymore?

Dick must've caught sight of Jason over my shoulder. "Jason?"

"Bit busy," Jason replied to Dick. "And I have a new name now... Red Hood."

"(Y/n), come on," Dick said.

I took a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing one of Jason's guns. I pointed my arm back, firing a shot right by Dick's head.

Jason chuckled. "Good choice. Come on."

I smiled at him.

I missed him.

I would do anything for him.

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