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tojivu · 6 months

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would u do satoru who actually has six eyes with the reader scenario? it could be anything, like the reader going through his baby pictures and cooing at how cute he looked with one set of eyes open, but the other two werent. or comforting him cuz people think they're freaky. anything fluffy :D

# SIX ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note stop this is so cute.. i changed the prompt a bit i hope u don’t mind. hope this isn’t too long for your taste as well zzz

✰ — cw / tags satoru with literally six eyes , sfw , gn!reader , use of pet names ‘baby’ etc , briefly proof read ( i tried )

✰ — playing n side by steve lacy.

✰ — word count 1.2k

✰ — part two click here.

it was a lazy sunday morning when you decide to wake up early. it was unusual of you, because you usually woke up later than your boyfriend—but you remembered the state of your shared apartment and knew something had to be done.

it was a mess. a complete and utter disarray.

moving in week was finally done, at least technically. some of your stuff was still in cardboard boxes. you knew gojo had some unpacking to do as well, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to help him—you knew about the long hours he endured.

you’re still groggy when you make your way down the stairs, holding onto the railing for support. you rub your eyes until the sunlight doesn’t hurt anymore—but you glance into your living room and see the piles of tiny boxes, full of trinkets from your previous house and it hurts your eyes all the same.

you yawn and sit yourself down on the couch, scissors in hand and ready to take on the workload. you meticulously cut the tape sealing a particularly damaged cardboard box, deciding you would eliminate the smaller stuff first; gojo would wake up sooner or later and you certainly weren’t going to carry the bigger boxes by yourself.

you turn the flaps over and the sunlight spilling in through the living room windows help visualise how dusty it really is—you don’t think it’s yours. the box must’ve not been opened for quite some time.

it’s a photo frame you find in the box, but there’s way too much dust for you to really see anything. you bring the frame to the kitchen, grabbing a wet rag and wiping the plastic film to the best of your ability. you think this must have been hidden from you on purpose, you’ve never seen this photo in your life—no picture of satoru escapes you, after all. he must’ve not wanted you to see it.

it’s your boyfriend as a child, at a strawberry farm. he’s wearing a sunhat and a basket of berries are being shown off to the camera; his smile undoubtedly huge, and his eyes are glistening in the sunlight the hat failed to deter—all six of them.

you’re wondering why he ever ought to hide this photo from you. you knew about his eyes, and you’ve made it clear that you loved them. though, you can’t really speculate—gojo’s told you briefly about his childhood, but not really in detail. “i didn’t really like showing them when i was young,” was all you got out of him when you asked about his middle school days.

you’re startled when you hear a yawn coming from the stairs, and you shift your gaze from the photo to gojo—adult sized gojo with only one pair of eyes open—who’s making his way towards you. quick reaction time enables you to hide the photo behind you, just as gojo enters the kitchen.

“good morning baby,” he says while rubbing his eyes. he plants a kiss on your forehead, then blinking slowly at you in an attempt to wake himself up completely. “what’re you doing up? it’s 8 a.m.”

you scoff at him, jokingly. “what, am i not allowed to wake up at 8 a.m?”

gojo lets out a chuckle, his voice still raspy. “didn’t say that.”

you smile up at your boyfriend, who’s eyes are still not fully open yet. the slits on his cheek and forehead from his other two pairs of eyes further intrigue you—perhaps, if you dig a little more… would you be able to find photos just like that one?

you feel sneaky, looking through your boyfriend’s things without his permission. of course, you couldn’t help yourself—how could you? his smile looks priceless.

and so, something in you is determined to find every single one.

your mental scheming is stopped, though, when gojo makes a loud gasping noise. you’re snapped back into reality, and you realise he can see the photo frame you’ve hidden behind your back. “y/n!”

gojo is fully awake now, his expression a mix of shock and embarrassment. “how did you find that? i swear i put all those boxes away in my office. . .”

you point a finger at him, accusingly, with your eyebrows furrowed for dramatic effect. feeling offended, you gasp as well. “so you did try to hide them from me!”

he lets a laugh slip through his lips, much too flustered that this is how you discover his childhood photos. he shakes his head, “i’m sorry, y/n. didn’t think it would matter much.”

“why did you hide them? is it because of your eyes?”

gojo nods his head, taking a closer look at his younger self. “they were a bit weird for a six year old to have, no?”

you gasp again, hurt by his statement. the first thought you had when you found the photo was how adorable his eyes were, the different tints of blue shining in the sun—and the missing teeth which were shown so proudly in his smile. how happy he must’ve been to smile like that.

“i love them, ‘toru.”

it was always heartening to hear that coming from you.

when gojo satoru first met you, he was unsure if you’d be weirded out—like how everyone else was when he was younger. he’d learned how to keep the pairs on his forehead and cheeks closed in his teenage years, so it was muscle memory by the time he knew you.

the first time you saw them was a few years ago, an unremarkable tuesday morning: at least that's what you thought, but to satoru—it was everything.

you awaken next to him, and gojo's perplexed. why you were staring at his face so intently? was his bed hair that bad?

“i didn’t know you could open all of them.”

gojo internally cursed himself, thinking it was game over—you’d probably tell him you’ve got to go and never call him back; but you did.

you called him and told him you missed him the following day. that sweet voice of yours he was so relieved to hear.

as a child, people would often call gojo strange looking—his piercing blue eyes already made him intimidating. people would barely look at him; so when there were six of them, it was even harder to make conversation. you guessed a long time ago that that was why he started wearing shades.

people could never look at him directly, but with you—it was a different problem altogether. you just couldn’t stop looking, always telling him how pretty his eyes were. he would find it hard to believe with the way he’d grown up, but it’s undeniable he feels comfortable showing it to you; sometimes feeling all right to go out without his sunglasses on.

“yeah, i know.” gojo’s smile is soft. he leans down and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his jaw on your shoulder and swaying you left to right. “you tell me that all the time.”

it’s cheesy sunday mornings like this you look forward to.

it’s been an hour since you’ve woken up and gojo insisted on helping you finish cleaning—it’s pointless, though: because you two end up on the couch, looking at childhood photos of yourselves—with the occasional embarrassing story time.

at the end of the day, nothing is clean and you two are still on the couch: except gojo is snoring and you’re on top of him with your face buried in his chest, trying to fall asleep despite the inconsiderate noise—photo albums sprawled out on the coffee table.

211023 — this is so bad i’m sorry… TT

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dem-obscure-imagines · 5 months

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Merry Little Christmas

Druig x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Prompt: @the-sunflower-room “can’t stop thinking about druig and have yourself a merry little christmas- so cozy 😭🙏🏻”

Note: This was actually requested last year, I believe, but I’ve always wanted to write it. I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it, but I hope you like it! Happy Holidays, everyone <3

Warnings: None! Just cozy Christmas celebrations <3

Word Count: 1.6k words

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

Druig was never one for holidays. He wasn’t a scrooge, per se, but, as an Eternal, the seasons came and went so quickly. Years were mere blinks to a being who was thousands of years old. However, the look on your face as you put the ornaments on the tree made something stir around his heart, he had to admit.

He was sipping cocoa from a mug with a snowman on it, one from your vast collection. Kingo was in the kitchen, mixing up beverages, which was why he sensed a bit of liquor in the chocolatey beverage. It was still good, obviously, but he definitely blamed that for the rosy hue his cheeks had taken on.

Definitely not the cute little reindeer antlers you were wearing. Definitely not the way your laughter sounded from across the room.

All of the Eternals were there. A rare feat, but with the danger defeated, for now at least, it was cause for celebration, a time to be with family. It was your house you were all celebrating in, a large place tucked away in Northern Michigan, which, at this time of year, was absolutely covered in a thick layer of snow, more and more fluffy flakes coming down as the moments passed.

You spent your time as a writer. One of the most prolific of your time, the reviews said. But then again, you did have a thousand year head start on the rest of them.

Druig would never admit to it, but he had read them. All of them, every single one. He’d borrow them from libraries, read excerpts in bookstores, but Makkari had a collection of them, too. She was your most loyal beta reader. Therefore, when one went missing, she always had a pretty decent suspicion of who the culprit was.

And he wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure most of your love interests shared a certain resemblance with…well, him. He didn’t like the way it stirred around in his chest, the way it made him feel so warm and…hopeful. But then again, he’d never asked you what you felt.

“(Y/N), where are your Christmas records?” Phastos asked, standing over with his husband, Ben, as they dug through a crate of records.

“Oh! I forgot to bring them down, I think. I’ll go grab them. I needed to get the topper anyway.” You stepped down from your stepladder and handed the ornament in your hand to Sprite, who was sitting on the floor under the tree, shaking gifts. Typical.

Druig watched as you left, eyes glued to you. Which was why he didn’t notice when Sersi had joined him, standing right beside him.

He gasped, mug rattled, but not to the point that he spilled any on his sweater. He cursed and looked over at her. “What?”

“You look rather festive, Druig. I thought you didn’t care for holidays.”

“I thought so too…” He muttered into his mug, taking a long sip.

“Right. Well, I think I saw some mistletoe in that box of decorations. I can put it up if you’d like?” She asked, that glimmer in her eyes that she got when she wanted to meddle.

Druig thought on it, as he heard your footsteps coming back down the stairs. He met her eyes and that was all that was needed. She nodded and set across the room, plucking it out of the box, along with a length of fishing line.

“I found it! The Muppets and John Denver!” You said excitedly, presenting another crate of records, this one all Christmas. “And some other stuff.”

“May I?” Phastos asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You handed them over and walked back over to the tub of ornaments, searching for a very special one. It was a large mug of cocoa with eleven marshmallows in it, each one etched with the name of an Eternal. You smiled softly and tucked it into the branches of your artificial tree, curling the fake pine to support its weight.

“Where did you find one with so many slots?” Druig found himself asking as he crossed the room to stand behind you.

“Had it custom made.” You replied, turning to face him.

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” Ajak complimented warmly from her seat by the fire.

“Thanks. Thought we needed something like that.”

“What are these?” Sprite asked, digging through the other box and pulling out a stocking with Thena’s name embroidered on it.

“Stockings.”

“You had those made, too?” Ajak asked, getting up to see for herself.

“Well, I did them. The embroidery, at least.” You admitted with a shrug, motioning to the hooks under the mantle. “We can put them up, if you want.”

Makkari nodded and grabbed the stockings, putting them all in one clean row in a blur of red and green. She stood next to Druig, elbowing him and tilting her head towards his stocking, which she’d put on the end.

Right next to yours.

He nearly choked on his cocoa. So did everyone know, then? Sersi, Makkari, who else? Kingo, no doubt.

“You alright there, Druig? Looking flushed.” Ikaris jabbed, that wicked gleam in his eyes.

Alright, then, yeah, it was everyone. Everyone but you, it seemed.

It was as if a stormcloud manifested above his head. He shook his head and stalked off towards the kitchen. He didn’t know much, but he did know a cookie would make him feel better. Snacks always seemed to. And there was no shortage of them, especially now, when you and Gilgamesh had baked nearly twelve dozen batches of them. Gingerbread, snickerdoodle, sugar cookies shaped like trees, chocolate chip, oatmeal no-bakes.

He reached for a sprinkle-covered tree and bit off the tip of it, the frosting sweet. The oven started beeping and you rushed in, arming yourself with an oven mitt before reaching in for what he assumed must be one of the last trays. Oatmeal raisin, it looked like.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, staring as you straightened up and brushed the hair out of your face.

“Oh! Thank you, Druig. I’m all set, though. Are they good?”

“Are what—” He looked down at the half-eaten tree in his hand. “Oh, yeah. They’re great.”

“Awesome.” You grinned. “New frosting recipe.”

“Well it’s perfect, whatever it is.” He leaned against the counter, that boyish smirk on his face. He wasn’t sure what came over him, then, but he had to get it out. “It’s great, by the way. That new book of yours.”

“You read it?”

“I read all of your books.” He confessed. “I think this one’s your best.”

Your heart raced as you met his eyes. Surely he knew, right? He had to. That you’d been writing about him for centuries. When he’d left all those years ago, hundreds of years ago, he’d taken a piece of your heart with him, a piece you’d only found in fiction, it seemed.

“Thank you. It…it means a lot to hear you say that.”

“Can’t wait for your next one.” He winked, plucking up a second cookie and leaving the kitchen before his tongue got him in any more trouble than it already had.

***

Later in the night, when almost everyone had gone to sleep, you were up, wrapping presents in front of the fireplace, folding the paper neatly, complete with name tags and perfect little bows.

You’d switched records. It was an older one, the Rat Pack.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas…Let your heart be light…

The words were smooth, glided right out of the speaker. Snow was still coming down in droves. It was good you had nowhere to go, otherwise you’d be snowed in. Well, if your family didn’t have every superpower known to man, you would be anyway. You were glad they were there.

You were glad they were home.

“Can’t sleep?” Druig’s voice startled you from your reverie and you turned around, grateful his present was already wrapped and under the tree.

“Not until I get these wrapped.” You told him.

“Christ, you really do go all out, don’t you?” He chuckled, crossing the room and sitting on the floor beside you, yet another cookie in his hand.

“I think I’d lose my mind if I didn’t. Keeps me…in synch. The routine of a year, you know?”

“Mmm.” He hummed, nodding, face alight in the warm oranges of the flames. “I didn’t see it that way until…recently.”

“Until right now?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled, watching as you carefully wrapped the last one, taping every edge perfectly and putting a tag on top, printing Sprite’s name with a pen. “What’d you get her?”

“You’ll have to find out tomorrow morning.” You told him, shifting to slide it under the tree with the others. “What did you get her?”

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned as you settled in next to him.

“Is it a surprise to you, too?”

He gasped, offended. “I got presents for everyone!”

“I believe you.”

“Sure you do.” He shook his head, laughing softly. “Say, ehm, (Y/N), I’ve been wondering…”

“Mistletoe!” You gasped, staring straight up at the ceiling where, sure enough, a string of mistletoe hung, glittering in the low light. “Who put that up?”

“Well I’ll be…” He breathed, staring up at it, too, heart racing faster than it had in any battle. “What…do you suppose we do about that?”

“I have a few ideas.” You slowly brought your gaze down, meeting his eyes.

He may have been the telepath, but you could tell the only thing on his mind was you as he leaned in, thick eyelashes fluttering shut as his lips met yours, pink and plush and warm. You kissed back, not leaving a single doubt in his mind that you wanted this, wanted him. Your hand rose to his flushed cheek, holding him close as his arm wound around your waist.

The grandfather clock struck midnight, and he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours, noses flush, eyes on you, glimmering with a million words unspoken. He did have a few, though. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Druig.”

#druig #druig x reader #druig imagine #marvel #barry keoghan #christmas #fluff #eternals #eternals imagine #marvel imagine

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Wrapping Paper Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Girl attempts to write cute holiday story about fictional metalhead, spends more time justifying her ridiculous wrapping paper collection. Contains: Charlie Brown, empty threats, youthful tomfoolery. Word Count: 700ish

"You think you've got enough wrapping paper?"

You hadn't heard him come in, but you smile at the amused voice coming from behind you.

"You can never have enough wrapping paper."

You're sitting on the floor of your living room, surrounded by at least twenty rolls of colorful wrapping paper, along with scissors, tape, tags, and two stacks of gifts. A large and neatly wrapped pile to your right, a much smaller scattering of unwrapped gifts to your left. You'd been at this all morning.

A stack of Christmas movies sits by the VCR, A Charlie Brown Christmas playing quietly in the background. You have the house to yourself today, so you're taking the opportunity to get all your reindeer in a row out in the open, rather than lugging all the wrapping supplies to your room.

You knew Eddie would be dropping by, so his gifts had been wrapped first. You might even let him shake one if he asks nicely.

"You're joking, right?" He carefully makes his way through the chaos you've created.

"Do you not wrap presents? Please don't tell me you're a bag person. Bags are no fun, Munson. They practically encourage peeking."

"Like… bags from the grocery store?"

"Oh my god."

He chuckles, knowing that you're rolling your eyes at him even though you haven't turned to face him yet.

He drops into a cushioned chair near the wrapped pile to your right, finally entering your eyeline. He's still wearing his jacket, and the tip of his nose is red. Must be cold out today.

"Why do you need so much wrapping paper?"

"It's pretty. It's super cheap after Christmas. It'd be boring if all the presents looked the same. I have a lot of stuff to wrap. Among other reasons."

"Other reasons?"

"Yup. I'll show you when I'm done."

He huffs and nudges the wrapped presents with his foot. "Which one's mine?"

"You have no appreciation for the art of gift wrap, so yours is going in a plain brown grocery store bag."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"No, you wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

"…no?"

"Ask me nicely," you prompt as you fill out a gift tag and place another box on the finished pile.

"For what?"

"Ask me nicely for pretty wrapping paper."

He rolls his eyes dramatically and drops to his knees in one impressive move, hands clasped together like some serious begging is about to go down. "Please, oh please, for the love of all that is Christmas, won't you please wrap my gifts in shiny, pretty paper?" He bats his eyelashes.

You narrowed your eyes, pretending to consider it. "Ehhh… alright. But only because you're cute when you beg."

He grins and returns to his chair, turning his attention back to the TV as you reach for the final unwrapped gift.

You smile and shake your head at the delightful silliness of this conversation, scissors slicing through a pretty Santa pattern with satisfying ease. You wrap your last present, slap a bow on it, and silently survey the mess you've made. Scanning the piles of debris, your eyes land on an empty wrapping paper tube, nearly buried beneath a mountain of paper scraps. A grin worthy of The Grinch forms on your face.

Watching Eddie out of the corner of your eye, you slowly reach for the cardboard tube with your left hand, feeling another beside it. Perfect. You discreetly slide one toward you.

As Linus begins to explain what Christmas is all about to Charlie Brown and Eddie Munson, you carefully lift your weapon… and bonk him across the knees.

He jumps and stares at you like you'd just sprouted antlers.

"Did you just…?"

"Yup."

A mischievous glint appears in his eye.

A few minutes later, your mother returns from her shopping trip to the sound of a yelp. She places her bags on the kitchen table as a series of a strange thumps and wild cackling erupts from the living room. She cautiously approaches, having no idea what she's about to walk into.

Two teenagers, armed with cardboard swords, are laughing like they've never had more fun in their lives. Bonking each other with no mercy. Surrounded by the debris of what appeared to be a Christmas tornado.

She covers a smile and returns to the kitchen. Let the kids have their fun. As long as they clean up after.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x christmas #writings of despair #please be gentle this is my first fic #there's a decent chance i'm going to pass out when i finally click 'post'

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shadow-sandiego-shipping · 7 months

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Daily Prompts - Day 2

The days gone by...

Carmen walked into the living room and saw Shadow-san and the twins looking over a mess of boxes, newspaper clippings, and what seemed like photographs.

"What's going on?" She asks.

Zack, who had been head deep in a cardboard box, perks up at the sound of her voice. "Carmen!" He stumbles a little trying to get up, almost tripping over a bunch of stuff, actually.

"Me and Ivy found a bunch of stuff from our childhood!" He explains.

Right, Carmen remembered Zack and Ivy had gone to Boston for a week.

Lately, Team Red hadn’t been busy at all. For some reason, VILE had been on the down low, and for a while now, the renovations for the Carmen Sandiego Brand Outhouse warehouse had been finished.

So the team had taken a little bit of time off.

Carmen had decided to visit Player in Canada, the twins (homesick) decided to stay in Boston for a week, and Shadow-san (after lots of reassurance) decided it wouldn't hurt to make a small trip to Japan.

Zack made his way over to Carmen, holding a bunch of photographs.

"Look! It's Ivy when we were little! Wasn't she a dork!?" He said between giggles and snorts, showing Carmen a picture with a little girl with freckles using what looked like an oversized mechanic outfit and holding a wrench way too big for her little hands. Muck covering her face and clothes.

"Aww, she looks cute in this." Carmen takes the pile of pictures from Zacks hands, skimming through the rest.

On the couch, Ivy, who had been showing Shadow-san an old album piped up. "Yeah, right! Come over'ere Zack let's see who's the real dork!"

Zack's laughs turned nervous instead of amused. "Aha~... Don't be mad, sis, you hear Carmen, she called you cute!"

Before the bickering can continue, Carmen covers her mouth to help disguise a loud snort.

"Oh no, what pictures did you give her, bro?" Ivy asks despite not making much of an effort to leave the couch. She even restarted her conversation with Shadow-san right away after scolding her brother.

"I, uh... what's you looking at, Carm?" Zack tries to look at what made Carmen lose her composure.

She gladly flips a picture of two little Boston ginger kids; dressed as funky little aliens, with plastic bags on their heads covered with cardboard circles poorly painted in blue and green and black hairbands with two sticks and a white pompom on top glued in each; green boas and fisherman boots, and lots of lipstick painted circles on their faces. In each of their little hands, a Red Sox knock-off bag, well... a bakery paper bag with the Red Sox logo painted in red lipstick.

"That must’ve been a fun Halloween." Carmen teased. Zack stared at the picture, mouth agape, and eyes equally as wide. His expression looked so goofy, Carmen couldn’t help laughing out loud at it.

At least, until Zack started tearing up.

Immediately, she stopped laughing and started apologizing instead.

"Zack, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun." He shakes his head.

"That's not it, Carm. It's not your fault."

With the change in atmosphere Ivy’s chat with Shadow-san is put on hold, and Ivy makes her way to Zack.

"Bro? What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.

He looks at her with teary eyes. "This was the last Halloween we spent with mom and dad Ives..." He shows her the picture.

"Oh, Zack..." They hug.

Wanting to give the twins some space, Carmen goes to sit on the couch, next to Shadow-san.

"I think this was my favourite Halloween of all time..." Zack muttered after a bit, looking at the photo.

"What!? That Halloween was awful!" Ivy complained, separating from the hug. "Our costumes sucked and we barely got any candy, beside it rained while we were out..." She lists off.

Zack chuckled wetly. "Yeah, but we made the costumes ourselves. It was the most fun I'd ever had, back then. And we even got to use Red Sox bags! Even if they weren't the real thing... and I know we didn't get any candy, but the candy we usually had from our neighbourhood sucked anyway and... really, the only reason I went trick or treating was because I liked doing it with you. And I know it rained, but after the rain, mom and dad helped us clean up, and we got to coudle up in the couch all together and have hot coco and watch my favourite movie of all time!"

Ivy was speechless.

"So yeah... that was my favourite Halloween we ever had." Zack concludes.

Now it was Ivy's turn to tear up. "Yeah... you know what? When you put it like that, I guess that was my favourite Halloween we've ever had, too." They hugged again.

When they separated Ivy's nose was runny so she complained and went to the bathroom to clean up. Zack whipped his face on the sleeve of his shirt and went back to the task of sorting out the boxes.

On the couch, Carmen smiled at the twins. Shadow-san did as well.

He touches Carmen’s arm to get her attention. She looks at the newspaper clippings on his lap.

"Ivy was showing me reports of their accomplishments in the racing field." She notices several news articles talking about a sibling duo taking on the car racing game with their own hands. She smiles fondly.

After a while, she looks back at Shadow-san, who was frowning.

"What's wrong?" She asks him.

He looks at the mess of the room. "Sometimes I wonder how your life would've been if I had never taken you to VILE island..." Oh, oh...

"Shadow-san..."

"I know I can't change the past, but sometimes I can't help but regret you never had this... any of this." He gestures at the pictures. "And it's in great part my fault."

She knew he didn't just mean her childhood or the lack of pictures there of. He meant getting her involved with VILE, being on their hit list, and even the obligation she felt in stopping their affairs. But, in retrospect, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

"You're right." She says. "We can't change the past. But for all its worth... I liked my childhood. I know it wasn’t a regular childhood but, up until school, I have only good memories." She puts her hand on his shoulder, in what she hopes is a comforting gesture.

He lets up, sighing, then giving her a shy little smile. "Too bad there are no pictures of it then?" It sounds like a joke, but-

"I would KILL for a picture of Miss Booker wet after one of my pranks!" She says immediately.

It's so out of the blue and so sincere, Shadow-san bursts out laughing, soon being joined by Carmen.

It calls Zack's attention from the reminiscence he was up to, and Ivy’s as soon as she comes back.

"Hey, Zack? What did I miss?" She asked.

"I have no idea..." He replies.

Previous day // Promps Aquired from Write App. // Next day

#carmen sandiego #shadowsan #ivy cs #zack cs #one shot #writing prompt #fluff #slight angst #comfort #family #found family #my writing

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teebsbutyoudontknow · 9 months

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Pokémon Ship Week Day 6! Today's prompt is Firsts. Enjoy your Vanivilleshipping!

His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he swore it was a Pangoro using Mega Punch. It was another day in Vanville. The whole gang was there. Calem, Tierno, Shauna, himself, and Serena. It was a wonderful auburn day, with the leaves falling off of the tree. He had his gift for her in his bag. He wanted to gift it to her, but consistently, he’d find a perfectly good moment to propose… and then he’d swallow his tongue. We were all having such a good time, he thought. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, maybe make it awkward by asking her out on a date or something only to have her turn him down. The friend dynamic that brought them together was now betraying him. This would be ironic if his brain would let him think of such a thing.

“So then, I tell him, no, not electric, Eelektross!” Calem’s joke was a home run with the group, making the others double over in laughter. And Trevor was so busy having chicken skin he didn’t even notice the joke. Calem gave him a playful shoulder nudge to snap him out of it, but he felt the light dampness on his skin.

“Woah, Trevs, you okay?” He gripped the brim of his hat as he spoke to his friend. Trevor just nodded.

“Y-yeah, perfectly fine. Sorry, I was uh, thinking about Pokedex stuff.” He stammered back.

Calem just smiled, but Tierno couldn’t help but get a quip in. “You’re looking kinda sweaty, bro. Maybe if you got a different haircut you’d ventilate a bit better.”

Tierno laughed, but Serena came in for Trevor’s defense. “Aw, lay off of him a bit. His hair style is cute and fashionable, you know.”

Trevor swore that every vein in his heart clutched for just a second. Cute?! Then… maybe there really was a feeling being reciprocated?! Wait, is she just being nice? No, there’s no way, right?!

“Here Trevor.” Shauna handed him a handkerchief. “Wipe yourself down! I’d hate to see your sweater get stained.”

“T-thanks Shauna.” He patted himself dry, and sighed happily. He was glad he at least had one friend to make this a bit easier.

“Hey guys,” Calem began to speak again, checking his watch as he adjusted the sleeve of his blue jumpsuit. “I gotta make a call with Sycamore. Break here for a bit?”

“Sure, I’ll go practice my dance moves over there.” Tierno hopped out.

“I’ll go use the restroom. Be right back!” Shauna scurried off. Calem nodded, gripping his hat as he moved out to make his call. That left Trevor and Serena together.

She sat on the stone planter, in her usual attire. Stylish red hat with shades. Red skirt. Black top. And he was just Trevor. He sighed deeply as her eyes seemed to gaze off into nothing. He scooted close to her, and before he could clear his voice, his hand accidentally brushed against her hip, making her turn her head quickly to face him. He was paralyzed, staring right back at her eyes. Her face went from neutral to a slight smile.

“You look like you’ve had something to say since we all agreed to meet up here.” Serena just giggled. Trevor’s heart fluttered. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. With a silent nod, he reached into his bag and pulled out a heart-shaped box. With a flick of his wrist, he opened it up, and Serena went wide-eyed.

It was an assortment of Sweet Hearts. Some were plain. Some were covered in sprinkles. One was even drizzled with white chocolate; Serena’s favorite. But it was as obvious to anyone that this was Trevor’s way of confessing his love to her. Each chocolate was immaculately pressed and laid into the box. Normally, someone can only get one of these once a day in Camphrier Town, so to have a whole set meant that Trevor was dedicated. Serena’s mouth curled into a soft shape, and a blush came across her cheeks.

“Trevor…” She took the Sweet Heart box into her lap and smiled brightly. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

He sighed, thinking this is a good sign so far. But he couldn’t help and say it.

“I love you, Serena.”

She turned to him and smiled back. She brought a hand up and began to place it on his thick head of hair, her thumb and fingertips massaging his scalp.

“...I love you too, Trevor.”

“R-Really?!” He almost burst with his response, before clutching his hands to his mouth. This just made Serena giggle. She was not oblivious to how fanciful she looked; she must’ve made Trevor extremely nervous with her style and grace, she thought.

“Yeah. Yes. I mean it. But why tell me now, hm? Why not sooner?”

“...I was always so intimidated. I always thought that maybe you’d, you know, have feelings for someone else, like Calem, or I dunno, Grant or something. And then I didn’t say anything. I almost didn’t even say it today because I was afraid of, you know, making things awkward.”

“Were you afraid I was going to turn you down?”

“I was afraid to hear you say you were taken. But then my mind thought, that if you were taken, I’d rather find out than let the thoughts just rot in my brain. So…here I am.”

The two stared at each other after he let his mind speak.

“Do you like the Sweet He-”

Before he could finish his question, he felt a warmth on his lips. She kissed him. Eyes closed, a hand on his shoulder. He stopped trying to speak. He just closed his eyes and felt her taste on his lips too. His first kiss. Eventually she’d pull back with a giggle and a wink.

“I’m sure I’ll love them, but I’d rather share them with you, Trevor~.” Serena winked yet again. “I’ll save these for later once the rest are gone. Then you and I can have our first date. What do you say?”

Trevor smiled in earnest for the first time today. He nodded, and the two scooted up to each other on the planter, hands holding each other as their fingers intertwined.

#pokemon #pokemonshipweek2023 #trevor #Serena #Vaniville #shipping #Vanivilleshipping

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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okay hi i have a lot of prompts and stuff to suggest bc i am the person that spent all night reading the kids continuity fic

- aedan and rei domesticity they are so cute

- aedan growing stubble, running out of razors, asking the twins for a razor and they flex and say they use hard light razors. then aedan having to ask jack where the razors are because he doesn’t know (this would probably be around the time he asks him about reaper LMAO)

- marti aim training with amelie?

- obv there’s already been a lot of gency but maybe some of them talking about rei and aedan and being nosy

- more genji pleeeeease he’s so cute <\3

Argh I have a really strong Marti idea but I've got a bit of brain burnout and my idea for her doesn't really match what you're describing and also I haven't written Aedan and Rei in what feels like ages and I miss theeemmmm. Also I like the idea of having some kind of... honeymoon post-Dragonback stuff and also Live Mercy Reaction.

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The afternoon sunlight was blazing outside, but Aedan could hardly tell with the windows tinted. He was chewing on his thumbnail as he watched a holographic projection of Andrea's cells. The sample wasn't nearly as stable as he'd like, given the fact that it was mixed with his own blood, but Morrison and Reyes's DNA at least made it easy to quickly distinguish the cells before they morphed back to nanites. She was virtually gone from his system at this point, so he knew any creeping feeling of her still in there had to be purely psychosomatic.

He managed to identify and isolate one of Andrea's neutrophils before it was destroyed and scan it quickly enough to create a rough holographic projection, and he rotated the projection in the air, frowning. He heard the whoosh of the lab doors opening behind him and said, without turning around, "Do you think I could get a blood sample from Morrison?"

"Maybe if you sneak up on him," a voice that was clearly not Mercy's spoke up from behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to see Rei holding two bento boxes.

"...thought you were your mother," he said blankly and Rei made a crinkly-eyed, pressed-lip smile at him, "Sorry--that was weird, wasn't it?"

"Not that weird," said Rei, setting the boxes down on the desk a safe distance from the monitor's keyboard and pulling up a chair, "It's nice that you finally have more lab privileges."

"You missed a lot in LA!" Aedan spun in his chair slightly to face her, "I mean, Marti and the others definitely trust me more than the old guard, but still, there's been a lot of progress!"

"'People will let you experiment with their blood' progress?" Rei arched an eyebrow.

"Well... no. But I was thinking I might be able to delineate the effects of the SEP serum better and isolate the stabilizing factors of his DNA if I have a sample," Aedan had fallen back to his previous train of thought.

"You've been at this for hours," said Rei, looking at the hologram.

"I just... wish I was able to find out more before my body destroyed all evidence of her," murmured Aedan.

"Well, what do you know so far?" asked Rei, looking at the projection.

"I know she's stable--incredibly stable."

Rei snorted.

"Well not mentally, obviously, but cellularly. I've never seen such seamless transitions between nanite and cell. I mean I thought her nanite secretions weren't as prominent as mine because she wasn't working with a biotic rig, or--you know, because she was kicking my ass, but I think mum managed to really perfect the metabolic processes with her," he made a kind of flailing, spread fingered gesture at the white blood cell hologram with both hands, "Just... specimen."

He felt Rei's hands lightly but firmly close around his shoulders

"Should I be concerned you're gushing about the girl who collapsed your ribcage?" Rei cooed, rubbing her thumbs at the tops of his shoulder blades, "And her perfect, perfect cells?"

The initial touch gave Aedan an involuntary shudder, but he melted into his seat as she worked at the knots at the back of his neck. "A lus na gréine, you have nothing to worry about. She's my sister from another amnio... nister... tank..."

"Okay that is low blood sugar talking." Rei slipped her hands from his shoulders and grabbed one of the bento boxes, plopping it in his lap, "Eat." She grabbed her own chair and bento box and sat down.

"It's just.. a weird relief in a way," he said quietly, still looking at the hologram, "One of the reasons I was made was to help try and find ways to stabilize Reyes. But if anyone's going to save him, it's her."

"Yeeahh it is a weird relief that she's going to save the guy who wants us all dead," Rei agreed, stirring up her own box. Aedan saw green. Some kind of salad?

"...I don't think he wanted you dead," Aedan said.

Rei looked up from her own bento box to him.

"There was a moment back in Urdr when we were shuffling through in those stolen uniforms, you were still a bit drugged up. He looked right at us and I could have sworn he knew it was me, he knew something was off, but he just... let us go."

"Well he must have changed his mind if he's sending Daughter Dearest after us," said Rei, taking a bite.

Aedan scoffed. "He could barely look at me knowing what I was, there's no way he would agree to--" Aedan caught himself and his face dropped, "...there's no way he would agree to Talon making another him."

Rei's chewing slowed. "...so it's messing him up just as much as Jack, probably?"

"Probably," Aedan shrugged.

"Eat," Rei said again, pointing at his bento box with her own chopsticks, and Aedan shuffled his chair slightly away from the holo-monitor closer to her, opened his own box, and started eating across from her. It seemed to be a loose interpretation of a sushi bowl, brown rice and surimi and edamame, with extra greens and a sliced up hardboiled egg on the side, all drizzled with sesame oil and soy sauce and doused with furikake and red pepper flakes.

"Avocado..." Aedan said, "The Californians got to you."

"Don't knock it. You need monounsaturated fats," said Rei.

"I'm not--thank you, for making this," said Aedan. He took a bite and immediately felt the calories hit in the only way they can when you've forgotten to eat for a lot longer than you'd care to admit.

"It's just tossing a bunch of stuff together in the mess hall, it's a lot better equipped than it was when I was a kid, really," Rei held up the bento box, "But I had to bring these from home."

"Back home with the folks, huh?" Aedan perked up in his seat, poking around.

Rei huffed through her nostrils, choosing her words as she chewed. "It's nice... " she said slowly.

Aedan considered leading with 'But..?' to prompt her to say more, but decided humor might be the better route.

"Ah, but you've tasted the freedom of Hollywood," Aedan waved his chopsticks around, "And so the tinseltown dreams have taken roost in your heart. Your soul forever unsatisfied until you're once again in the dazzling spotlight."

Rei snickered. "I was a stunt. And... it was weird. Using all my training to.. pretend to fight--even if it was as my childhood hero. And like, the whole time I had this nagging feeling that even if I could make a career out of it, I'd always feel a hole where the dragon was. And I felt like... everyone back here was throwing themselves into danger while I was licking my wounds and bouncing around in silly costumes. But now I'm back here and... I don't know. We fly everywhere. We go on these missions, but the world feels smaller somehow. It feels like a wall's come back up."

"You're telling me that squatting on a rocket launch facility and traveling pretty much exclusively for missions feels limited compared to having free rein in one of the biggest cities and entertainment capitals of the world?" Aedan smiled.

"Okay, when you put it like that--" Rei cut herself off to chew some more surimi.

"I felt the same way about Oasis," Aedan shrugged, "Even if it is a young city, it's done everything in its power to draw the greatest minds from all over the world. One of the tourism boards wanted to bill it as 'The New House of Wisdom' except that got shot down because it felt a little archaic, potentially orientalist, possibly muscling in on Baghdad's tourism... and also like it might be inviting disaster. But, point stands, you felt special while you were there. Chosen."

"And you miss all your fancy 'son of the minister of genetics' perks," Rei smiled.

"Not nearly as much as I used to, these days," said Aedan, "I might either be going crazy or Jack might be onto something about that 'building character' stuff."

Rei snorted. "Maybe I'm just being weird about moving back into my childhood room."

"Well I should let you know that in your absence I've upgraded the dormitories into quite the bachelor pad. Convinced the twins to put in some hard-light privacy dividers, moved some of the extra beds into storage...the holo-projector was always in there, but I have a couch now!"

"Aedan O'Deorain, are you inviting me to your place?"

"Door's open," said Aedan, shrugging.

Her mouth just quirked off to one side in a smile and they both continued eating, letting that percolate in the air between them.

Rei was scraping up stray edamame beans and bits of furikake from the edges of her bento box when she noticed Aedan had set his empty bento aside and his attention was drifting back to the giant hologram of the neutrophil, his expression hollow and searching. He had pretty much inhaled his food, which was good, but Rei had seen enough of Marti, Samir, and her own mother to know when someone's brain had driven them into a rut that they weren't going to get out of without help.

"You know, if she's already out of your system, it's not like you'll find new data now that you can't find later," said Rei.

"Mm?" Aedan looked back at her.

"You need a break," said Rei.

"But---there's the flow factor," said Aedan.

"Oh, the flow factor," said Rei, rising from her seat.

"And like, yes, this is probably trauma talking, but I want to feel like I came away from that fight with a bit more than memories of a giant hole in my chest."

"Aedan," Rei braced her hands on both of his forearms on the seat's armrests, "We did."

She looked at him expectantly with those big, dark gray eyes, and his own eyes widened. Technically, it had been a mission accomplished. They had set out with the intention of getting the dragon back, and, miraculously, they had gotten it back, even if it was far from the circumstances any of them actually imagined getting it. Surviving an encounter with Talon when none of them were really equipped for that level of combat was nothing to sneeze at, either.

And there was the other thing, Aedan thought, as Rei's mouth closed on his.

Surimi and hard-boiled egg, in general, are not the optimum pre-making-out foods, and Aedan honestly could have used a nap and a shower in either order, but after hours of staring at blood samples and holograms of the woman who had nearly killed him, just the sensation of having Rei on his lips made none of that matter. That itch wasn't gone from the back of his mind, though. He wanted to do more, to claw just a little further ahead in this fight, to find something that would turn the tide. He wanted the fight to be over. He wanted the world to feel open for her--for her to go to LA or Oasis or wherever she wanted, to not have to worry about everyone back here.

She sank into his lap and his arms wrapped around her, letting even those stubborn thoughts melt away, if only for now, if only for a few moments. He hefted her up in his lap and he felt her breath puff out of her nostrils in an amused sound--maybe he was adjusting her to get to a more comfortable position, maybe he wanted to get the point across that he had put some muscle on with Marti's team, but either way she dove into the kiss hungrily. Aedan's arm curled around her more, trailing up her back, as his other hand brushed down her hip.

And then there was the vwoosh of the lab door opening.

"Aedan, I'm going to need to commandeer the holo-projector from you for a minute, one of my colleagues sent---" Mercy glanced up from her tablet to see Rei and Aedan, staring at her, tangled up precariously in one swivel chair.

"...Rei," Mercy said, straightening herself up in the doorway.

"Mom," Rei said, not making any movement to get out of Aedan's arms.

"Eh--" Aedan squeaked, sheet white with ears redder than his hair.

"I can come back later," Mercy said with a terrifying blankness.

"Mom--" Rei started, but Mercy put both hands up as the door whooshed close in front of her once more.

Aedan's heart was pounding in his ears. "She's going to kill me."

"She's not going to kill you," Rei rolled her eyes.

"She's going to kill me," said Aedan, his mind blank with terror.

"Aedan, we're adults, it's fine."

"You didn't tell her!?"

"I was going to tell her," Rei gestured vaguely, "You know... when I figured out how."

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Genji was at Athena's main monitor browsing through some old Blackwatch files when the door opened behind him. He caught the barest reflection of her silhouette before turning around and brightly greeting her with, "Angela!" before quickly realizing that she was panting hard and her hair was disheveled. "Did you... run across the Watchpoi--?"

"When were you going to tell me?" Mercy's voice was almost a growl.

"Tell you... what--?""

"Our daughter! And the clone! I mean--the boy! Moira-clone-boy!"

"Aedan," Genji said easily.

"They were in the lab... c-canoodling!"

"Canoodling?" Genji repeated.

Mercy huffed out a tense breath, "...kissing," she clarified.

"Oh," said Genji, visibly relaxing.

"Did you know about this?" Mercy briskly closed the distance between them.

"Well... emotions did get a little high in Shirakami-Sanchi, but it wasn't really relevant to the mission debriefing."

Mercy just folded her arms in front of him.

"And... I figured it was Rei's business to tell you."

"Well yes but--" Mercy caught herself, now coming to terms with the fact that she had raced over her out of an outrage that she was far from being able to articulate, and the more she thought on it, the more (frustratingly) her sense of her right to outrage seemed to slip away from her.

"I feel like we've had this discussion before," said Genji.

"We said there was a possibility, that's very different from them making out in the lab."

"Oh no! Not the lab!" Genji said with clear amusement, "No one's ever made out in that lab before!"

Mercy's shoulders slumped and she looked at him sourly.

"I'm sorry---" Genji caught himself, "Obviously, I've had more time to come to terms with this, and I was there when things... started, sort of--"

"What do you mean 'sort of?'"

"Well it's in the debrief that both Rei and Aedan were missing from our campsite when they encountered Andrea. Rei's debrief says she was going back to the pond to try summoning the dragon again, and Aedan's debrief said he had headed away from the camp to relieve himself, but... I'm not ruling out the the possibility that they also could have snuck off together."

"They were sneaking off together under yours and Hanzo's noses!?"

"Honestly with the state Rei was in during that whole trip, it seems pretty unlikely that they were doing that," Genji murmured.

"Genji..." Mercy pressed her knuckles to her forehead, the burn of outrage now simmering down to exhausted frustration.

"Look--don't worry about that. What I'm saying is, when we let her go off to LA, we agreed we would trust her judgment, right?"

"Yes..." Mercy said slowly, lowering her hands.

"And you do like Aedan--I mean, I know it's been hard for you, overcoming everything you know Moira is capable of, but you two really have come a long way since he's joined the team."

"He is a good lab assistant," Mercy conceded, before muttering, "Though clearly he's gotten a bit too comfortable in that lab."

"Plus... it's not like we can really judge on the whole 'falling in love with your rescuer' thing," Genji stroked a knuckle down her jawline.

Mercy's lips were pursed, but a smile was tugging at the corner of her mouth as she glanced off.

"And if it's any consolation, I know he's still terrified of you," said Genji.

Mercy snorted. "It is fun to put the fear of god into him," she mused. She paused, still not meeting his eyes, before sighing and slumping her forehead onto his shoulder. "I'll be fine," she said, her voice reverberating against his cybernetic chestplate, clearly trying to convince herself just as much as him, "It will be fine. I can be calm about this."

"You really ran across the watchpoint, huh?" Genji brought his arms around her and rubbed her back a little.

"...yes," she admitted, and he just chuckled and set his chin on her head.

#I recently watched Legion of Superheroes and Supergirl/Braniac-5 have SUCH Reidan energy #sunshine girl who's a little aggro and awkward genius clone no one trusts--it them...#reidan #gency #follow for more gency kid facts #moiraspawn

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queenofrunonsentences · 2 years

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Okay so, a prompt...Eddie and Chrissy on their first date 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

You got it dude, This one got away from me and it's over 4k words so I'm sorry but that's what you get when you send me cute prompts.

This is Eddie and Chrissy's first date, plus a little rewrite of their scene at the picnic table because this is a HAPPY STORY my friends.'

Re write of the scene in the woods

When Chrissy had asked Eddie for drugs near the end of senior year he had been shocked, the queen of Hawkins high wanted to get high? He had invited her to meet him after school in his secret spot in the woods. Nobody ever bothered him there and he often went there during lunch to smoke a bowl before going back to class. He had been hesitant to share the spot but she had seemed desperate. When they had met up, she had been dressed in her cheer uniform and seemed just as nervous as he was. It had made him smile when she admitted he wasn’t what she thought he would be.

From his brief assessment, she seemed to be really going through something. She didn’t want to talk about it but he assumed it was either her home life or her relationship. He didn’t want to press, knowing it would only make him look creepy, but he also didn’t want to take advantage and give her something too intense that she wasn’t ready for. When she had asked for something harder, he had lied and insisted he didn’t delve into the heavier stuff anymore.

She had seemed nervous, unsure how to even go about consuming what she bought from him. He reassured her that it was totally normal but that if she wanted he could roll her some joints to get her started. She sat across from him at the picnic table, watching closely as he picked apart the nugs of his own weed and filled the papers with it, his tongue poked out to wet the papers as he rolled it up expertly. She was so enraptured by the process it took the click of a lighter to snap her out of it. He was lighting the joint and taking a deep pull before offering it to her.

She took it carefully between her polished nails, eyeing it curiously. “Want me to talk you through it?” he offered gently and she nodded silently. He smiled and leaned onto his elbows on the table. “Okay, inhale deeply and hold it in for 5 seconds?” he instructed, watching as she did as he instructed. “Atta girl, alright now exhale slowly.” He chuckled as she attempted to, but sputtered and started to cough. “That’s alright, everybody nearly coughs up a lung their first time.” He insisted, reaching over to pat her back before thinking better of it.

They smoked the rest of the joint together and he rolled her a few from the bag she bought from him, but wanting to leave a bit unrolled so she would need to come back to him for help again. He knew it was selfish, but it worked. Soon Chrissy was meeting him every few weeks for his help rolling the contents of the baggies she bought from him.

Eddie POV-

He was scrambling around his trailer looking for something clean , and was feeling incredibly nervous. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he had just gone for it and asked her out to dinner. He knew she was recently single and had been daydreaming about the day when he could have a shot at treating her the way she deserved. What shocked him even more than the request slipping from his lips, was that she had said yes!

He pulled on his least ripped pair of jeans, wondering what kind of shirt was appropriate for a date with your middle school crush. He held up a red flannel and gave it a sniff, before sighing and tossing it in the dirty pile. All his shirts were dirty except one, his prized possession. A pristine ride the lightning Metallica shirt sat in his dresser drawer. He yanked it out and gave it a shake to release the creases from sitting folded for so long before pulling it over his head.

He checked the watch on his wrist and grabbed his metal lunch box to light a joint and ease his nerves. He had made a reservation at Enzo’s but hadn’t told her yet, wanting to surprise her with the nicest restaurant in town that he could afford on a small town drug dealer's income. He puffed on the joint, wondering what Chrissy would wear, and if she would wear perfume or have her hair up or down. He fluffed his own hair and put out the nearly finished joint, searching for his rarely used bottle of cheap cologne on his desk.

He opened his metal lunch box once more to pull out some cash from his most recent deals and stuff it into his wallet. He knew Enzo’s was expensive but a girl like Chrissy was well worth it.

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Chrissy POV-

When Eddie had asked her out, it had been 2 weeks since her breakup with Jason. he had gotten so possessive it had frightened the cheerleader. He had been disgusted when he found out she was smoking, calling it the Devil's Lettuce, and he became enraged when he found out who she had acquired it from. Her mom had called her crazy for giving up a man with so much potential but she couldn’t stay with someone who scared her like that.

She sat in her room at her wicker vanity, applying a final coat of mascara to her lashes. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in perfectly formed curls around her face. She had toyed with pulling it half up but decided to leave it down, she rarely wore it that way and she was craving a change.

She wore a delicate house coat and matching slippers as she flipped through her closet, searching for the perfect first date dress. She skipped past the pink frilly one she had worn out to Enzo’s with Jason , the white flowy one her mother loved so much and pulled out the blue lace gunne sax her mother had said made her look chubby and homely. It had made her happy when she tried it on in the store, until her mother had come into the dressing room and torn her down.

She was actively trying to ignore the hurtful things her mother said, using the coping mechanisms from the school counselor. She slid it from the hanger and held it up to her chest, admiring her reflection in the mirror before stepping into it and struggling with the zipper. She couldn’t believe Eddie had asked her out. If it had been anyone else, so soon after a break up she would have refused but there was something so charming about the dungeon master that she couldn't help herself. Her eyes had widened and she had eagerly said yes.

She pulled out a pair of nude Maryjanes and slipped them on, before pulling out a light brown leather purse from a shelf in her closet and setting it on her vanity. She opened it and put some cash, a powder compact and a lipstick she had already applied into its inner pocket. She reached for a small red Dior bottle by the mirror giving it a sniff before smiling and spritzing herself with its contents.

She glanced at the alarm clock on her bed side table and smiled,she had time for one round of ice climbers before he was due to pick her up. She pulled a frilly pillow from her bed and sat on it on the carpet in front of her TV, pressing the power button on the right hand side of her NES, bobbing her head as the intro music to her favorite game played. She turned down the volume, paranoid her mother would come in and harass her again about her ‘unbecoming,boyish hobby’.

She selected one player, tucking her curls behind her ear and preparing to start the game. She started smashing the buttons to break the barricade between the levels and start climbing upward. She got so lost in the game, tongue poking out between her lips as she focused that she almost missed her alarm on her watch going off. It was muffled, buried in her cheer bag. She sighed and pressed her power button, shutting off the game system before turning off her TV and packing them away. Her mom was insistent that her room always be pristine, appearance was everything in the Cunningham family.

She heard her mom banging around in the kitchen and decided to sneak out her window instead of dealing with the drama of the older woman and her judgment. She bunched her nearly floor length dress up above her knees, grabbing her purse and sliding her window open. She hoisted herself up onto the windowsill and climbed out onto the ledge of the roof. She was grateful her room was right near the front porch and made for a relatively easy escape route. She had just landed on the stone path that led through their front lawn when she heard the rumble of his van coming through the neighborhood. She smiled and gave her hair one last fluff before he came into view.

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Eddie POV

When he entered her neighborhood his immediate instinct was he did not belong here. It was all nice houses , perfectly groomed yards, and expensive cars in the driveways. He turned down the Iron Maiden album he had been blasting on the drive, peering through the windshield at the numbers on the mailboxes to locate her house. When he came around the corner he saw her standing in the front lawn looking like a barbie doll, and his breath caught in his throat. Her strawberry blonde curls were in perfect waves and her bangs were parted in the center,framing her face. Her baby blue dress had a sweetheart neckline and buttons up to the collar. He had never seen her in anything so fancy at school and was honored she chose to wear it for him.

When he rolled to a stop at the curb she started towards him, heels clicking on the concrete of the sidewalk. He leapt from the car a little too eagerly and ran to open the passenger side door for her, his eyes wide as he continued to take her in.”You look absolutely gorgeous” He informed her as he offered her his hand and she flushed at his display of chivalry “Thank you” she said as she took it, lifting the skirt of her dress up slightly with her other hand to climb into the passenger seat. She smelled like strawberry shampoo and a spicy fruity perfume he didn’t recognize but really liked. He closed the door behind her once he was sure her dress was situated and wouldn’t get caught in the door.

Eddie climbed back into the driver seat, his ring covered hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he tried not to come on too strong. “You smell really nice.” He blurted out, so much for that. She giggled, hand raised to cover her mouth shyly. “Thanks, It’s called Poison.” she told him, tucking her hair behind her ear. He took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s nice, I like it.” She smiled up at him and raised a brow. “Am I making you nervous Eddie?” She wondered, he swallowed and nodded and her eyes somehow even wider at the idea of a tough guy like him being nervous around anyone. “I didn’t even expect you to say yes to be honest.”

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Chrissy POV

Sitting in the front seat of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munsons van wasn’t really something Chrissy had ever imagined would happen. Since their re-meeting at the picnic table she had been harboring a slight crush on the dungeon master, but never expected anything would come from it. He was so different from anyone she had ever dated, and she never saw him with a girl so she had no idea what his type even was. Her hands rested in her lap and they started to sweat as her anxiety kicked into overdrive.

Almost as if he sensed it, Eddie smiled over at her and spoke softly “I am so glad you agreed to come out with me tonight. I-I had been thinking about asking you for a while now.” she flushed at his confession and wiped her hands on her dress. “I’m so glad you asked me.” she replied shyly. “I made a reservation for us but we have some time to kill, do you want to drive around and smoke or go ahead and head that way?” He asked, eyes on the road, reaching blindly for the joint tin he kept in his center console. “Smoking first sounds good” she replied and reached to help him open the console and locate the tin. Maybe a joint would settle her nerves and help her relax a bit more, and get properly hungry.

He lit the joint and inhaled deeply before passing it to her, she mimicked his actions, only coughing a little bit as she exhaled and passed it back to him. She let her eyes roam, following the houses and businesses out the window as they drove past, smiling as the comfortable daze from the weed set in. She recognized the path they were on, heading towards the typical first date spot in Hawkins. He passed the joint back to her and she took a hit, pursing her lips after exhaling out the open window.

She spotted a dive bar and restaurant coming up on the right. She had always wanted to go, it looked like something out of a movie. “What if we went there, instead?” she suggested wistfully. Jason had always turned her down when she suggested it, saying it looked seedy. Eddie's eyebrows had disappeared into his fringe , fumbling and nearly dropping the joint. “Are you sure? I - I made a reservation at Enzos…but if this is where you want to go, that’s fine with me.” She nodded eagerly and he shrugged. “You are not what I expected, Princess Cunningham” he teased and turned the wheel to steer the van into the parking lot of the rather seedy looking establishment she requested.

He had cut the engine and scurried to open the passenger door, offering her a ring clad hand and trying not to stare at her as she climbed out his van looking like Cinderella. She slid her purse over her shoulder and gripped his hand tightly until her heels hit the concrete. He let go reluctantly, hurrying ahead to open the door to the bar for her.

They sat at the bar, Eddie handed her a menu and ordered two beers from a bartender who recognized him. He ordered a beer and glanced over at her, not sure what she might like. She panicked and ordered a beer too which got her a raised brow from the old man behind the bar. “What year were you born sweetheart?” he asked, and she panicked. Math was not her best subject. She was born in 68, but if she wanted to be served she needed to say 67. When she opened her mouth it was like her brain short circuited. “69”. The bartender chuckled and said “I can get you a coca-cola kiddo.”

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Eddie POV

Eddie laughed and let his ring clad hand fall onto her shoulder, offering it a reassuring squeeze. “My band does shows here, I can get you a beer if you want.” but she shook her head. “I was just ordering it to look cool, I don’t even know if I would like it.” she said sheepishly, her cheeks flushing at the admittance. He looked shocked. “ You’ve never had a beer? Don’t cheerleaders and jocks go to house parties and get wasted all the time?” he wondered, and she shrugged.

Their drinks arrived and Chrissy tried to hide her flush as the bartender took the lids off their respective beer and sodas. She took her coke and took a hearty sip, offering the bartender a genuine thank you. The old man smiled and hurried to take care of the regulars down the bar, leaving them to their drinks.

He looked at her expectantly, and she hurried to answer his question“Maybe, but I don’t. My mom is kinda obsessed with appearance so I go to the public events to look like I'm a part of things, but I don’t go to parties…it would be ‘unseemly’” she said the last word with a little bit of venom and it surprised him. “Wanna try mine?” he asked, offering his beer to her cautiously.

She pursed her lips and considered it for a moment before nodding and taking it from his outstretched hands. “Why not?” she muttered as she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a tentative swig. She handed him back the bottle and swished the amber liquid around in her mouth before swallowing it and making a face. “I think I’ll stick with my Coke.” She grabbed her own drink and took a sip to get rid of the taste. He laughed and took a sip, savoring it.”Might be an acquired taste.” he offered with a shrug. “Do you know what you want to eat? They actually have decent food here, burgers and seafood even.” she raised her brows at that, and glanced over the menu.

He decided on shrimp, and she did the same. They made small talk about upcoming graduation and their plans after school. She confessed her plans for college, wanting to go to Purdue University to become a teacher. She seemed excited at the chance to be out of her mothers grasp. When their food arrived they dug in happily, Chrissy was so excited to try something new, she got distracted taking in the pile of shrimp on her plate she forgot to watch how Eddie ate them. she glanced over and saw him dipping it in the sauce and popping it into his mouth. She mimicked his actions and ate a handful, enjoying the taste but not the crunch. When they were full Eddie glanced over at her plate and furrowed his brows.”What are you doing with your tails?” he asked curiously and Chrissy turned beet red.

“Oh my god you ate them.” he was shocked and couldn't help but laugh. Chrissy covered her face and tried to hide how bright her cheeks had become. “Oh honey, it’s okay. I didn’t know you didn’t know, I only got them because they were the nicest thing on the menu and I figured a fancy food for a fancy girl. Next time I’ll teach you how to peel them.” he promised and reached to pull her hands from her face.”This is mortifying, what is going to happen to me? Am I going to throw up?” she mumbled, refusing to look at him “It’s alright, you aren’t going to die or anything, you just might get a stomach ache later.” he brushed his thumb across her cheek before dropping his hand to his lap awkwardly.

The check arrived moments later and he snatched it up before she could look at it, pulling on the chain connected to his wallet to retrieve his cash. She smiled as he hopped off his bar stool and offered her his hand. “M’lady, your chariot awaits.” He teased, gesturing to the parking lot. She laughed and took his hand, slipping from the barstool and following his lead. For the first time that evening he didn’t let go of her hand right away. They walked to the door hand in hand, he only released his grip on her to open the door for her.

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Chrissy POV

She led the way to his van, and he followed dutifully, only rushing ahead as they arrived to unlock the doors and open hers for her. He started the engine and moments later they were out on the road again. “D’ya wanna smoke a bit more, or should I take you home?’ he asked, ever the gentleman. She pursed her lips as she thought. “What if we made one more stop? There's one more place I’ve always wanted to go.” she confessed, wanting to spend more time with him, and avoid having to go back to her mother for as long as possible.

“We can go wherever you want” Eddie agreed heartily, maybe a little too quickly but she didn’t mind. His enthusiasm was welcome, especially when she was so used to Jason's indifference or her mothers judgment. She loved that she didn’t feel any of that with him. She felt so comfortable, like she could really be herself with him. That's why she felt comfortable making the suggestion she did. “What about the Arcade?”

Eddie's eyes widened, he had not pegged her for a gamer, but she was full of surprises. He should be used to it by now. “I didn’t know you liked that kind of thing.” he started, making a U turn so they could head in the direction of Hawkins one and only arcade, the Palace.

“I play a lot of games at home, and at the movie theater but none of my friends know about it. They aren’t into that kind of thing so I never bothered trying to invite them. I haven’t actually ever been, I’ve just always wanted to go.” It was her turn to ramble now and he was smiling at her as they pulled into the strip mall parking lot that held the arcade, video store and a few other assorted businesses.

He killed the engine and jumped out, quick to open her door and offer his hand as always. “What game should you show me up at first?” he joked as he opened the door to the neon lit room filled with arcade and pinball machines. “Ooh I love Ghosts and Goblins!” her face lit up as they walked around in search of the black arcade machine with the wild marquee.

She spotted it first and hurried towards it, grateful it was unoccupied. Eddie followed behind, watching as her curls bounced as she bounced over and she excitedly retrieved a quarter from her change purse. As she queued up the game she was so excited to play, she didn’t even notice the way the dungeon master was watching her with stars in his eyes.

They moved from cabinet to cabinet, taking turns paying and bouncing between 2 player games and taking turns at 1 player games. She was excellent at Galaga, Qbert, and Mrs Pacman. It was around 10 pm when he finally checked his watch. “Oh shit, I think I was supposed to have you home half an hour ago, I am so sorry.” he apologized. She shrugged, depositing her change purse into her bag as they started the walk back to his van “That’s okay, my mom doesn’t even know I’m gone.” she confessed. When his face fell she hurried to add. “Not because I didn’t want to be seen with you, I don’t care about that. It’s just that she’s just been really mean lately and I didn’t want to hear about how fat she thinks I look in this dress.”

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Eddie POV

Eddie's eyes widened as she confided in him about her mother and her treatment, his face fell. “You know you look beautiful in that dress, don’t you?” he asked, as he opened the passenger door for her. She smiled , a blush creeping across her cheek for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Thank you, Eddie.” she said softly as he joined her back in the van and started of on the road towards her neighborhood.

The drive home was short, as most were in the small town of Hawkins and Eddie found himself almost wishing they had walked so he could really savor the time with her. About halfway through the short drive she surprised him again she reached over to take his hand that sat awkwardly on the center console. He fought the urge to stare at their joined hands incredulously, but instead glanced over to offer her a charming smile.

As they pulled up to her house, she sighed and reluctantly released her grasp on him. He turned off the engine and quickly made his way to the passenger door to help her out. He offered to walk her to the door but she refused, insisting her mother would be too horrible to him for her to bear. He shrugged and shuffled his feet awkwardly, kicking at the curb. Before he could process it, she had stood up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, and turned to run towards her house to avoid seeing his reaction. He stood there, holding his cheek in shock, watching as she let herself into her front door, only turning to glance back to offer him a brief wave before hurrying inside to face the wrath of her mother.

#Eddie Munson #chrissy cunningham #Stranger Things fanfiction #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #happily ever after fic #thank you for this prompt #eddie munson fanfiction #i am eddie munson trash

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jeffparkers · 2 years

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LET'S ROLL FOR REQUESTS: (NOW CLOSED)

Hi friends! So I wanted to do something a little different for requests this time around. For starters, I’ll be taking 20 requests and writing up to 500 words for each of them, but in an effort to avoid repeating a lot of requests, I thought it would be fun to combine my two projects right now which have been writing and dice making. I also wanted to try to fanfic-ify a fun trend I have seen of people rolling dice for inspiration/sandwiches/what have you — we’re going to roll for requests!

HOW IT WORKS:

Submit a wrestler to my ask box.

I have created 2 separate lists of 21 prompts each (you’ll see why 21 on the lists!)

I will roll a d6 to see which list I pull from (odd numbers list one, even numbers list two).

Then, I will roll a d20 to figure out which prompt to assign that wrestler. If that prompt has already been assigned, I’ll roll again until I get one that has not been taken.

RULES:

Please consult my guidelines over on my main blog (@elitehunternter), and especially who I do not write for.

All stories will be written with a gender neutral reader unless the prompt somehow suggests otherwise.

You can request more than one wrestler but ask that each person only requests a specific wrestler once — ie, please do not request (anon or not) the same wrestler multiple times so that we can get a real spread of who people want, I can flex my creative muscles, and people can get a request in if they want.

I will be doing a firm cut off of requests at 20 requests. If your request comes in after 20, I will reply to let you know I won’t be able to write it.

If you request on anonymous, you can DM me to let me know if you want me to ping you when it is up since you won’t be notified when I answer your ask. (Also, we can be friends if I know who you are guys!)

I will not write anything smutty for these beyond some suggestive stuff, as I do not take specific NSFW requests though sometimes inspiration takes me in that direction, it’s just that the content here is so short that I probably wouldn’t write anything smutty in a 500 word span. (As always though, anything smutty DEFINITELY won’t be included for an anonymous request or a request made by someone without their age in their bio even if the prompt we roll suggests the inclusion of smut.)

LIST ONE:

“Come over here and make me.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

AUTHOR’S FREE WRITE

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“He’s dead, again.”

"Don't call me that."

“How long have you been standing there?”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“You were put on this earth to give me a headache”

“Be my Valentine?”

ROLL A D4: 1: romantic fluff, 2. Humor, 3. Platonic fluff, 4. Angst with prompt 21.

“I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“Are you just quoting song lyrics?”

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Just once.”

LIST TWO:

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Tell me again.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

AUTHOR’S FREE WRITE

“It could be worse.”

Roll D4: 1: There’s only one bed. 2. Enemies to lovers. 3. Pretending to date. 4. Break up with prompt 21

“This is a one time thing.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

"At least I didn't break any laws."

“I think I might be in some kind of love with you.”

“I’m only here for the dog.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

"I don't hate you."

I hope that we have some fun with this, I think it'll be really interesting and am thinking of some other fun ways to let chance and you guys dictate some of the stuff I write.

REQUESTS CLOSED: For transparency here is my list and the rolls that got me there!

#amanda writes fic #elitehunter drabble #elitehunter drabbles #aew drabble #aew drabbles

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fierceawakening · 2 years

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The Gift

Decided to make this a bit longer and repost it. Many thanks to the awesome @some-messed-up-writing-for-you for letting people play with the fun prompts (go read their stuff if you don't already, it is hella cute!)

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Sar the Great Death narrowed her eyes at her right-hand man. Zorg the Unmerciful always looked a little peaked, having extended his life through the kind of dark magic that kept you breathing but not exactly healthy. But today he looked worse than usual, and Sar wasn’t sure why.

Rumor had it he’d made himself a lich, or some other undead abomination, but Sar knew better. Sustaining your life through dark magic was one thing, but undeath was the kind of thing you should avoid unless you had a very good reason not to.

And Zorg couldn’t be a lich, magic or no magic. A lich always looked the same, whether that was fragile or hale. And Zorg didn’t look well at all today. Not even for him. His skin looked even grayer than usual and hung even more loosely off his bones. His eyes were milky, and a concerning amount of blood stained his black velvet robes.

Sar frowned. Was his magic beginning to fail? It did that every few decades, from what she’d seen. And he’d arrived in her throne room a little late this morning, despite usually being punctual enough to set the clock in the dark tower by.

She’d have to have the dark clerics look him over. Or toss a more expendable minion his way for a life-draining ritual. It was a good year to be an Evil Overlord, and she had a few to spare.

Unless it wasn’t a good year to be an Evil Overlord, and that’s what he’d come to let her know. The more she looked at him, the more blood he tracked onto the polished floor of her throne room, the more worried she felt.

Had some would-be hero evaded the lair’s many alarms and challenged her wizard without her noticing? That would be a problem. If Zorg had lived, surely their foe had died horribly. But if one meddler could sneak in, more would surely be coming.

“Second,” she said, keeping her voice carefully neutral. It was never wise to let on just how much you valued your underlings, even powerful wizards like Zorg who’d gone years without messing up. That was rare, but it wasn’t good to broadcast that you knew it. “Is something wrong?”

He produced a small box, covered in the same blood as his robes. He held it out to her in a bony, red-slicked hand. “All is well, Dark One. But I… I bring you a gift.” He looked down, rather boyishly for an ancient archmage.

How old had he been when he’d first turned to dark magic to prolong his life? Sar had never asked. She’d assumed he must have been an old man, but if you used enough such power, you started to shrivel up anyway. Maybe he’d been young. Young and frail and facing death too soon.

Or maybe young and strong and just wanting to hedge his bets. Maybe even handsome once.

“A gift? For me?” Sar couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice. Or the frisson of excitement she felt, holding out her hand for the (rather damp) present. Zorg had served her well, and it felt good to know he’d apparently liked doing it. Some people only served you so you wouldn’t kill them.

Zorg’s eyes met hers. They looked a little brighter. She tried to keep her sigh of relief too soft to hear.

“Accept this gift and know the depth of my devotion,” Zorg intoned.

She opened the box. Within it lay a heart, still and silent, stained with the blood of whoever its unlucky owner had been.

It looked human, at least. So there was that. No angelic host or horde of noble dragons. That was good news, she supposed.

She smiled at her servant’s cleverness, then scowled. “Someone did get in, then. The whole guard will need to be retrained. We must call a meeting immediately, punish those who allowed this, and show the others by example the consequence of failure.”

She opened her mouth to call for them, but something in his expression stopped her. He looked sad, almost, his mouth curled in a wrinkled frown. Sar had never cared what any being thought of her, but she didn’t like the way it felt to see him pout like that.

She forgot the army for the moment. She could kill some of them later. If anyone tried to break in now, she was alert and ready. When she spoke, it was to Zorg. “That is… it is well done, my Second, that you have slain any who would seek to challenge us. Their heart is a great prize, and I will treasure it.”

He smiled.

Sar purred back, warmed by his reaction to her praise. “But it is a serious breach, and we must seal it before we can celebrate your victory.”

“You misunderstand, Great One. The fortress is secure. No enemy has breached it.” He looked toward the doors. “I saw to it myself.”

“Then whose heart do you bring me?” Sar blinked, then looked again at her Second’s bloody robes, an unthinkable suspicion freezing her own heart in her chest.

“My own,” he said. He raised a hand and his robes opened, his magic drawing them aside. Across his chest, on the left side, was a livid red wound, stretched open as if whoever had made it meant not just to cut him, but to pull something free.

“You idiot!” Sar screeched, yelling for every dark cleric in the lair to hurry to her throne room before Zorg’s magicked body realized just what it was missing. “Life-draining magic is no substitute for vital organs! You’ll die unless they put it back in soon!”

“There is no need, Dark One.” Zorg slid to his knees in front of her. “They cannot preserve my life when I have none.”

“Have… have none?” She stared at him. He looked tired. Tired and drained. “How? You’re not a lich.”

“I was not. Not until this morning.”

“This morning?” Sar blinked at him.

“I began the ritual at midnight, as is proper. It took many hours, and dawn broke before I was done.”

“That’s why you were late.”

He shook his head, affronted. “Of course not, Great One. I knew precisely how long the transformation would require. I was not late because I miscalculated it. I was late because I removed my heart when it was done.”

“You fool!” Sar flushed with anger. “You didn’t need to do that! Even if your magic would no longer sustain you, the transformation doesn’t require damage like that!” Or if it did, he should have consulted her! Not just done something like that! He was a useful lieutenant, at least when he wasn’t doing things like this! How could she protect him if he suddenly decided not just to use dark magic on himself, but to play with his own organs when he finished?

He shook his head again, more firmly. “I removed it so that I could offer it to you.”

The hot rage searing her cheeks dimmed to an oddly pleasant warmth. “You did this… for me?” She tilted her head, confused. “But you have served me long and well already.”

She stopped, a sudden thought making her stomach turn. “Did you not know that I appreciated it?”

“I knew it, Great One.”

“Then why take such drastic measures?” She glared down at the heart in the box like it was some wayward minion. Like fear of her wrath could compel it to leap back into his chest where it belonged and start beating again.

Zorg bowed his head. “So that I could be yours forever.”

Sar lifted a hand to her mouth. She stood, took a breath, lowered her hand again to calm herself. She turned and laid the box beside her throne with a careful, gentle hand.

She straightened and looked down at him. He didn’t raise his head, still waiting for her answer.

She slipped a hand beneath his chin and drew his head up. “Look at me.”

He obeyed, his eyes staring straight at her as she’d commanded, his mouth puckered in worry.

“I accept.” She smiled down at him. He let out a breath and smiled back, a boy’s grin on an old man’s wizened face.

She wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pressed a kiss to his thin lips.

#my writing #villain prompt

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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What's the longest you've spent on this website in 1 day?: I’m on Tumblr off and on all day for hours sometimes. It varies cause it depends Joe how long it takes me to go though my dash and catch up. Plus, I do these surveys and that takes up time cause I often take several a day.

New followers— Hi and welcome, thank you for following! I just want to say my blog is usually more organized, I’m very particular about the survey format, and I usually do post several surveys a day, but for the past month or so now I haven’t been able to due to being in the hospital. I’m doing these on my phone and it takes me longer and I just don’t feel up to doing too much right now. Plus, I can’t do much about the formatting on here either. Anyway, just wanted to throw that out there lol. Hope you stick around!

Could you climb the monkey bars now like you did as a kid?: I couldn’t then or now.

Have you ever dyed your eyebrows to match your hair? : No.

Last sentence you said out loud.: I don’t remember, that was over a month ago.

What's your favorite shower/bath product?: My body soap.

When was the last time you looked out of a window?: I can right now I have a big window in this room.

Do you have carpent in your place of residence? : Carpet? Yeah, the bedrooms do.

What's your shoe size?: 6.

What kind of toothpaste do you use?: Sensodyne.

Do you watch game shows?: Yeah, mainly Family Feud and Weakest Link. A few others sometimes as well.

How many stitches have you had in your lifetime? : Numerous.

Have you suffered from depression? : Yes, I do. Presently. Ongoing.

Do you like rap music? What's a song you enjoy from the genre? : Yeah.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? : They’re all really the same for me, especially now.

How much money do you regularly spend on groceries? : Our grocery trips get pretty pricey.

Who did you last have a phone conversation with?: My mom.

Are you currently wearing any accessories? : No.

What was the last gift you received? : My mom got me a journal that has prompts and other stuff to do to give me something else to do.

Are you wearing anything green?: No.

Has anyone ever pinched you for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day? : Playfully, yeah. Not hard or anything. If they did they’d be getting pinched right back and hard, too. lmao.

What did you last eat?: Feeding tube food. As for actual food, it was a cookie and some chips.

What does your last text say?: It was from my mom asking how I’m doing today.

Are there any bands you wish would get back together?: I miss Chester Bennington and Linkin Park and I’m sad I never got to see them in concert.

What are your favorite fast food restaurants? : Taco Bell, Jack in the Box, Carl’s Jr, and Chick-Fil-A.

How about least favorite?: Wendy’s and Burger King.

What kind of cereal did you have last?: I don’t remember.

Would you rather, on a dare, eat an insect or kiss a stranger?: I’d like to do neither.

What's the last thing that made you feel sad?: Being here, my health, my life, being in pain…

Would you ever become a truck driver?: No.

Do you like spaghetti sauce or just butter and cheese over noodles? : Both are good, actually.

What do you think animals dream about?: Playing, food, and I’d like to think my doggo dreams about my fam and I ☺️

Have you ever forgotten to blow out a candle before bed?: No. I also don’t light candles, sooo. I’m a scaredy-cat.

What's your favorite thing to purchase at thrift shops?: I don’t go to any.

What type of novels do you enjoy reading?: Murder mystery and psychological thrillers.

Do you like chocolate milk?: I like chocolate Yoo-Hoo.

Would you ever get your nose pierced?: I sometimes think a little one would be cute, but nah.

Do you know anyone named Shirley? : No.

Do you know what day of the week you were born?: A Friday, I think.

When did you last take a shower/bath?: An actual one was over a month ago. I get cleaned up daily here, though. An actual shower sounds nice.

How many chairs are currently sat at your dinner table? (if you have one): We don’t.

How many windows are in your place of residence? : Three.

Are you currently in pain?: Yes. 😣

What was the last song you listened to?: Bring Me To Life.

How is your day so far?: Mehhh. I’ve been having more pain today.

Tell me about a good day you've had here recently. (:: It’s been a long time…

What's the last 3 emojis you've used?: 😣☺️🙃

Does you name begin with an L, A, U, or C?: Nope.

Have you ever accidentally sent a text to a person you were talking about?: Noo, omg.

Are you any good at sports?: Nope. I have no interest in them either.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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luminnara · 3 years

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alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request: Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches.

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with.

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom.

“Why are we going?” the little girl called.

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh.

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there.

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door.

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you.

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh.

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance.

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you.

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

“Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called.

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting.

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to.

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school.

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall.

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead.

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled.

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said.

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her.

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed.

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today.

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair.

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you.

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted.

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi.

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead.

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway.

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face.

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku.

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled.

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face.

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there.

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you.

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them.

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said.

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her.

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion.

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat.

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba.

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you.

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek.

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up.

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked.

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked.

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own.

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch.

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder.

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected.

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested.

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously.

“Not another word.” he growled.

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his.

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly.

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand.

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked.

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said.

“Yeah!” Mina agreed.

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions.

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy.

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted.

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up.

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving.

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side.

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled.

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

#erasermic #alpha!erasermic #alpha aizawa #alpha hizashi #aizawa fluff #erasermic x reader #abo #omegaverse #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa x hizashi #hizashi yamada #present mic #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader

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stevesbbg · 2 years

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can you write any character with wearing their clothes?? i loved your riff x reader post btw!! ^-^

Forever

a/n: ty for the request anon! i'm glad you liked the fic & ty for the prompt!! <3 I picked andrew's peter because he's finally getting the recognition he deserves and i love him sm - this hasn't been beta read btw! sorry for any spelling mistakes

TW: she/her pronouns, established relationship, mentions of throwing up & getting hungover, and peter being cute <3

The first time you stole Peter's favorite jacket, was during the first semester of your freshmen year of college.

"Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Harry and I are getting lunch and I really need it," The brunette walked into the shared bedroom looking around for his favorite hoodie.

"Peter can't you wear something else," Y/N frowned, "I really like this one."

Peter chuckled and walked over to the bed where his girlfriend was cuddled up with the bear he had won her during their first date in high school. Laying down beside her, he sighed.

"I guess, but only because I love you too much to make you change. Plus you look cute," He winked.

He laid with her for a few minutes until he realized he was going to be late. He rushed out grabbing one of his other hoodies and ran across the campus to join his friend.

The second time was when you were hungover.

"Is it normal to be throwing up this much?" Y/N asked as she sat by the toilet ready to explode again. It was her 21st birthday and she had gone out partying with some friends. Thankfully Peter was with them.

"Don't worry," He fixed her hair, "It gets better after a while. Did you have fun tonight?"

"I twisted my ankle and got hammered. It was a blast, Parker." She grinned as she leaned over the bowl again, letting everything go.

At least she had his jacket to keep her warm.

Another time she stole his jacket, your life changed.

"Peter can you please just let me borrow your hoodie?" Y/N whined. The heating system in their apartment had broken and it wouldn't be fixed for another week.

"Just use one of the millions of blankets we have!" He plopped down on the couch with a cup of coffee. He really didn't want her going through his stuff.

"Too bad! I'm getting it anyway," She walked into the bedroom and into the closet. Pulling the hoodie down, she heard something fall on the floor. What was that?

It was a small red velvet box.

"Y/N-" Peter froze.

Y/N picked up the box with a confusing look, "I found this in there. I didn't think you wore jewelry, but if that's what you're into I guess." She walked out of the room and sat back on the couch with the hoodie, feeling much happier than before.

"Y/N do you not know what this is..?" Peter brought his little box back out.

"A jewelry box, duh." Of course she knew what it was, but she didn't want to get her hopes up.

He shook his head, "I was going to make this special but since you already found it," He opened it and revealed a simple ring, "Will you marry me?"

Y/N looked him in the eyes, "Wait seriously?"

"I want to be with you forever," He looked down at the ring.

His girlfriend put her hand out and nodded, "Forever?"

"Forever."

a/n: hopefully you liked it! ty again for the ask <3

tags: @missryerye

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #andrew!spiderman x reader #andrew garfield x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #mcu x reader #mcu x you #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x y/n #anon ask #superhero x reader #fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker is a little shit #i love him tho

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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number ‘x’ fan

a/n: um, this was a good idea in theory until i started writing it and then suddenly i wanted to trash this fic lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: a trip to Hawks’ agency gone wrong when a crazed fan runs their car into a pregnant you and your two young sons

word count: 5k

05.05.21

If there was something the nation of Japan adored more than Pro Hero Hawks himself, it was his wife and the little family he had with her. His family was something he always talked about when given any opportunity.

To think it had already been five years since Hawks introduced you to the world still baffles you.

When he had come up to you that one day, bringing up the dreaded question of finally bringing you and the kids into the public and media for all of the world to see—you were very nervous, to say the least.

You knew how terrible the media could be with all of the gossip and drama. You weren’t sure if you could handle all of the attraction so suddenly. But your husband Hawks was always so reassuring and in the most nonpressuring way possible.

“If you’re not ready, that’s totally okay! I just thought it would be more beneficial for us if the whole world knew who you guys are,” he said gently as he brought his gloved hand towards your cheek with the softest smile. “I just want the world to finally know about my beautiful family. I don’t want to keep you guys a secret anymore.”

You couldn’t help but melt into his hand, bringing your own to rub those cute little avian features on his eyes gently. “I know, you sweet bird,” you coo, watching how his lips curve up the slightest. “I just don’t know how this could benefit us.”

“Honey, the world is going to love you. They’re going to love our boys. From the pro heroes to the supportive fans I have, we have, they’ll want to protect you too. Trust me.”

Staring up into those comforting golden eyes, you took a deep breath before nodding. Of course, you’ll trust him.

And soon, the fated day of your “debut” was finally here. In your arms, you held your sweet one year old boy, Yuto, while your three year old, Kazuto, clung onto Hawks’ legs adorably.

Though you were very nervous with all of the photographers and news outlets all around you when you turned to glance over at Hawks and saw that proud and genuine smile on his face, all of your fears washed away.

Thinking back on the memory, you let out a content sigh as a smile grew on your face. Thankfully, those last five years flew by quite smoothly with the occasional rough bumps with his angry fan club, nothing that worried you terribly.

And while life was going great for you and your growing family with Hawks, it was going terrible for a self-proclaimed number one Hawks fan.

Clutching the newspaper tightly, their eyes reread the words on the front page for the hundredth time.

‘Pro Hero Hawks shows his seven-month pregnant wife some PDA!’ with a photo caught by the paparazzi showing the two of you sharing a kiss while holding hands.

The violent grip she held on the paper caused rips before letting out an angry scream, tearing the thin material into thousands of pieces letting it pool around her like snowflakes.

Hearing Hawks’ voice coming through the television, she finally snapped out of her thoughts and tuned in focus again, turning to face the television behind her. Her eyebrow irked in irritation as she watched how he wrapped a hand around her waist lovingly and securely.

“I don’t know what I would do without her,” Hawks beams to the reporter who had asked about you, “I mean, have you seen her? She’s the prettiest lady I have ever laid my eyes on and the most amazing wife and mother to our kids!”

“People say she is blessed to be married to me, but I can say for sure I am extremely blessed to be married to her”

Roughly turning the television off, the fan stormed into her bedroom before slamming the door shut behind her, causing the walls to shake. “How could you do this to me!” she screamed as she ran up to tear at the photos of Hawks she had glued on the walls of her bedroom, causing the covered walls to become bare again. “I thought you loved me! I showed you unconditional love! I’m your biggest fan! Everything was going great until that—that wench showed up!”

Boxes and figurines were tossed around, swung off shelves, quickly turning the room into a mess of Hawks merchandise.

It wasn’t until she finally looked over at her makeshift Hawks shrine that she let out a sigh, a smile growing on her lips. “Hawks, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she cooed, walking up to the Hawks shrine before kneeling down in front of it. Reaching over to brush her finger gently over the photo of the two of them—a photo she managed to obtain at a VIP fan meet.

Pressing onto the photo where Hawks stood, she continued to stare at it lovingly, “I know you love me, Hawks. I’ll make sure that it will be just us again.”

“Yuto, Kazuto, hurry up and get dressed so we can visit papa at work,” you say from in the kitchen as you finished preparing lunch for the four of you—five, if you include the baby growing in your belly.

“I can’t find the Endeavor doll papa gave me!” Yuto cries, running into the kitchen with tears. Turning around, you offer the boy a gentle smile before brushing your hand through his soft blonde hair.

“Yuto, we can bring the Endeavor doll another time, okay? What if he gets lost today in papa’s big work building? That would be very sad, wouldn’t it?” You prompt and Yuto looks down before giving you a nod.

“We can find him together when we get back, okay? Right now, papa is waiting for us to come see him and he’s going to show you all of the cool stuff he does! We can wear our Hawks jacket instead to match papa. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Hearing your words, the bright red wings on his back fluff up and flutter in joy before he runs back to his room in joy. “Okay, mama!”

Placing the fried chicken into each container neatly, you covered the lids on them and placed them in the bag nicely before Kazuto walks in and takes the bag, hauling it over his shoulder. “I got it, mom.”

“Oh, honey, it might be heavy,” you try, but Kazuto shakes his head, “Don’t worry, plus your belly might make you tired, so I’ll carry this for you.”

Quick little platters rang in the air before Yuto popped back into the kitchen beside his older brother, “I’m ready, mama!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute they were, looking so handsome, just like their dad.

“Okay boys, put your shoes on and let’s head out the door to papa’s agency.”

And it was such a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was out with little to no clouds and there was just the right amount of breeze that helped keep the three of you cool during these summer days.

Even though Hawks’ agency was just a 20-minute walk, he kept insisting on calling you a cab so you wouldn’t have to walk so far with the boys while pregnant. Of course, you declined, saying how it would be healthy for you and the baby to get fresh air and to walk around—to which he finally and hesitantly agreed on before adding a “call me when you get here.”

It was a normal occurrence getting greeted by Hawks fans on your outings like today. Most of them along the lines of, “(Name)-san! You look great today!” or “Love to see you and the boys healthy!” and not to mention, “I love you guys!”

It was sweet seeing supportive fans that your hard-working husband has.

“Ah, look! There is papa’s agency!” you say, pointing to the large and tall building, watching how your sons’ eyes lit up in awe. “Wow!” Yuto exclaims, turning over to you while fluttering his wings. “Papa works there?”

“Yep! Let’s go and give him a surprise!”

Walking over to the crosswalk just in front of the agency, you held Yuto’s hand in yours as the three of you waited for the signal to change to allow you to cross the road. “The roads are empty today, but we still need to watch for cars,” you point out to your boys as they began to look both ways.

Everyone was busy at work, so no one was on the roads besides some parked cars. The crosswalk signal changed and played a tune while you and the boys began to cross the street towards Hawks’ agency to meet up with your dear husband.

The sound of squealing tires from beside you had caught your attention and once you turned your head, it was already too late to dodge the oncoming vehicle speeding towards you and the boys.

Gasping, you tried your best to push your boys out of the way as much as you could, but it wasn’t enough.

The corner of the car was still able to hit Yuto and Kazuto, sending them crashing a few feet away from you.

Unfortunately for you, the vehicle slammed head onto you. Rolling onto the hood, your head crashed into the windshield, smashing it and rolling off. A small pool of blood forming underneath your head as the car sped off.

Your head rang as your vision slowed significantly. Turning your head, you see your boys on the ground more than an arms length away from you as they struggled to get up.

Placing a shaky hand on your belly, you just hoped and prayed your baby was safe from the impact, but it wasn’t looking too good for you, you noted.

It was surprising to you all the thoughts and information were able to process through your head after such an event.

A crowd quickly formed around you and the boys as the voices began fading into the background as your conscious state was beginning to fade.

“My boys...” you say weakly to the stranger, eyes fluttering shut as your attempts to stay awake failed. “Ma’am! Keep your eyes open! Someone call for help!”

“Get H-Hawks,” you tried once more before you succumbed to the drowsiness. Suddenly, it clicked in someone’s mind. “That’s Hawks’ wife and kids! His agency is just down the road! Someone get him!”

Kazuto slowly sat up from the rough fall, looking down at himself to spot any injuries. Spreading his wings, they seemed to be in mint condition, although his hip throbbed and his leg was slightly bruising from the impact. It wasn’t until he heard Yuto sobbing that he turned to check on his younger brother.

Yuto was beside him, face scrunched up, shaking and sobbing as his eyes met those of his brothers. “I think my wing is broken,” Yuto informed, turning to give his older brother a glance of his droopy wing.

And before Kazuto could turn to check on you, a stranger stepped in his view, blocking him from the gruesome scene where his mother lay. “Hey there, friends, it looks like you both got a little bit hurt. The ambulance is on it’s way to take you and your mom to the hospital, so don’t worry. I’ll sit here with you guys and keep you safe, okay?”

The two boys could only nod.

Hawks spun around in his swivel chair eagerly as he waited for his wife and kids to arrive. Sighing, he took out his phone for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, glancing at the last text message you sent.

From: wifey <3

‘Be there in five minutes! see you soon papa bird! <3’

But it had already been half an hour since your text. He knew that sometimes the boys took a little bit longer to get out of the house, but this was a bit off. Maybe he was just being a little impatient.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and he immediately got up to answer it, wings fluttering with excitement. But when he opened the door to find his assistant looking all frazzled, he raised a brow. “What’s up?”

“Hawks, your family,” they stammered, out of breath from running around the large building. “They’ve been in a bad accident in front of the agency. A car-”

Before they could even finish, Hawks had spun around and jumped through a large open window from his office before flying down towards where they had mentioned.

His eyes darted around quickly before catching sight of a large crowd. Sending his feathers down, his heart froze when he recognized you and his boys down there.

From the height he was at, he could already tell it wasn’t looking good. He could spot his boys’ wings from here, thankfully, shooting down towards them.

He just wanted to see his wife and kids and they end up getting hit by some low life?

Hawks landed quickly at the scene before rushing over towards his boys, who immediately noticed their father’s large wings. “Dad!”

Falling onto his knees, his hands roamed around their smaller bodies, checking for injuries before bringing them both in for a hug, relieved to see them alive and breathing. “Are you two okay?” Where does it hurt?”

“My body hurts a bit and Yuto’s wing might be broken,” Kazuto informed before Hawks immediately checked Yuto’s wing before he let out a sigh, “Just a sprain. Don’t worry, birdie.” he replies, pressing a kiss to his youngest’s head.

“Stay here, I’m going to go check on mom. These nice people will help you two, okay? I’m here now, don’t worry.” Hawks said firmly to the boys, giving them one last embrace before the stranger before stepped back in to stay with the boys as Hawks ran over to find you.

Once his eyes spotted you, he felt like his heart had stopped and died there and then.

To put it plainly, you looked dead—blood soaked clothes, unconscious and limp on the ground as the paramedics prepared the stretcher for you.

“(Name)!” Hawks called out, running to your body only to be stopped by a paramedic. “I’m sorry Hawks, but it’s best if you leave the rest to us.”

“W-where is she going?” Hawks asked as he watched them gently place your injured body onto the stretcher, following beside them and peeking at you the best he could. “We’re going to transport her to the nearest hospital. We have to check and make sure we don’t lose the baby. We don’t have time for any more questions,” and with that, they carefully lifted you into the ambulance and drove off, leaving him there with a million unanswered questions.

He wished he could be by your side, but right now, his boys needed him.

It didn’t take Hawks long to arrive at the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto. Reaching the emergency desk, Hawks immediately asked for you before receiving an answer that stopped his already shaking heart.

“There has been complications with her pregnancy, so they have to conduct an emergency C-section to try and save the baby,” they inform, Hawks’ blood turning ice cold.

“C-Section? But she’s only seven months along! The baby isn’t ready!” He cried, wings even more frazzled than before. “I understand your concern. That is why we will do our best to make sure the baby is as healthy as possible.”

Hawks could only stare in shock before turning to his two young boys, who looked up at him worried.

“Is mama going to be okay?” Yuto asked, his wing still drooping behind him. Hawks offered a small but weak smile, “the doctors are doing their best to make mama feel better. While they help mama, we need to get you two checked to make sure you’re doing okay,” Hawks continued, lifting Yuto into his arms.

“How’s it going, Kazuto? Does your leg hurt too much?” Kazuto shakes his head, “It hurts, but I can still walk slowly.” Hawks nods before reaching over to push his son’s hair back as the three walk to get the boys checked on.

“Hawks?” hear a soft female voice, Hawks quickly turned to see Fuyumi walking towards them with a small smile. Hawks quickly stands to greet the friendly face, “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Fuyumi.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad seemed worried when he told me about your situation. Anything to help a friend, right?” she says and Hawks couldn’t help but give her a relieved smile.

“Well, these are my boys. Kazuto is my oldest and Yuto is youngest. Well, with our new baby, Miyako will be the youngest,” Hawks explains as the two boys stand beside him, looking up at Fuyumi.

“Hi,” she starts, bending down towards their level, “My name is Fuyumi, I’m going to take care of you while your mama is getting better, okay?”

Yuto clings onto Hawks’ legs, “I don’t want to go.”

“You know, my dad is the number one hero, Endeavor. He’s kind of scary, but I’m sure he’ll teach you a thing or two about being a hero.” That caught the boys’ attention, their wings raising up.

“Your papa is the number one hero? My papa is the number two,” Yuto says and Fuyumi smiles at him. “That’s cool, huh? Your papa and my papa must be great friends.” Yuto couldn’t help but give her a cheeky smile, scrunching up his nose.

“Well, let’s say goodbye to your papa and let’s go to my house and we can eat, okay?” Gently taking their hands, Fuyumi brought them over to her side before the two boys wave goodbye to Hawks.

“Take care of mama, okay?” Yuto says as Hawks gives him a wink and a thumbs up. “I’ll tell her about how cool you two were being such big boys and not even crying.”

Hawks stepped closer towards Fuyumi, cupping his hand around his mouth, “Yuto’s wing has a sprain, so make sure he doesn’t use it and doesn’t sleep on it if he can help it. Kazuto’s left hip and leg is in bad shape and is pretty bruised, so please keep some ice on it.”

Pulling away, Fuyumi gives him a determined nod. “Thanks, see you in a few days.” and with that, she left the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto in hand.

Letting out a sigh, Hawks carried on over towards the waiting area while he waited for your operation to finish. It had been only an hour since he had gotten here, but it felt like forever while he waited for some sort of news.

After some time, he finally received news, great news.

His daughter Miyako had been born via c-section and had no underlying health issues. Unfortunately, because she was born premature, she would need to be monitored at the hospital until she was strong enough without the help of the equipment to finally go home.

That was fine by Hawks, of course, anything to help his baby girl.

Walking down the quiet halls of the hospital room, Hawks nervously made his way into the NICU, where his baby girl, Miyako, would be staying for some time.

“I’m here to see Miyako, I’m the dad,” he states before a nurse leads him over to her quiet room filled with the background noises of the equipment keeping her alive and healthy.

Gently walking over, Hawks peeked over where the little girl was being incubated, his heart swelling at the sight of his third child and first girl.

“Can I touch her?” Hawks asked the nurse behind him gently and nervously, seeing that she was tiny and barely over five pounds. “Of course, just wash your hands with soap.”

Doing just that, he made sure to take his time with cleaning his hands and forearms before drying them and making his way back to Miyako.

Sticking his arms into the small openings, Hawks brushed the back of his fingers across her small yet still chubby cheeks. A smile blossomed onto his lips when she stretched out from his touch and that’s when he finally noticed the little wings perched on her back.

“You have wings, baby girl,” Hawks commented as his fingers ran across her fuzzy grey wings. “That makes three of us, huh?”

He spent whatever time he could with her talking about himself, her brothers and her amazing mother before the nurse politely told him to leave so that Miyako could rest some more.

With all the terrible things that had happened, Miyako finally arriving was a good that broke the hardship.

Before he could visit your room, he was stopped in the halls by a detective who flashed him his badge, “we found the culprit behind this attack.” Hawks frowned at the detective, “Let’s go to a more private setting,” he replied as the two made their way into a private room.

“What did you find?” Hawks questioned, mirroring the detective who pulled out a chair to sit in. “An obsessed fan of yours,” he simply stated, tossing out a photo towards the winged man, “found this in the vehicle she was driving when she hit your wife and kids,” I assume you recognize the girl?”

Staring at the photo in his hand, Hawks let out a groan as he slumped back on his chair, “I should’ve never suggested bringing (Name) and the kids out into the public,” Hawks sighed.

“This would have never happened.”

“Keigo?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” he hums, fixing the vase full of your favorite flowers before walking over to you and sitting in the chair that sat beside your hospital bed.

“How are the boys doing?” you asked, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand gently when he slipped his hand into yours.

It had been a day since you woke up, but three days since you had been admitted to the hospital, Hawks being one of the only people you had seen, including the doctors and your bedside nurses.

“Well, they miss you that’s for sure,” he smiles and you offer one back. “Are they injured? I wasn’t able to check up on them before I—well, you know,” you try, but Hawks shifts your thoughts away when he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Yuto just has a sprained wing and Kazuto’s a little bruised, but they’re being cared at, at the number one’s house,” your eyes widened, “Endeavor’s?”

“Well, technically, Fuyumi is watching over them,” Hawks continues and you relax once again with a smile, “Fuyumi has always been good with kids. They must be having a good time with her.”

“And Miyako? How is she?”

“She’s cute and small and has these cute grey fuzzy wings on her back,” Hawks says with a small giggle, “her nurse says she’s doing just fine and should be able to go home in a few weeks. They still want her to cook a bit in the incubator.”

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting back on your pillow with a relieved sigh, “I’m glad that they’re all okay. I miss them so much.”

Hawks brings a hand to your cheek and you open your eyes to look up at him, nuzzling into his warm and large palm, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just feel like this is all my fault,” he starts, bringing his hand back as his gaze drops down to his lap, “I should’ve never asked to bring you and the boys out into the public. It was selfish of me, you guys would’ve been safer and this would’ve never happened.”

“Keigo, it’s not your fault,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek, but your movement was restricted due to the IV needle in your arm. Hawks brings your hand down to your lap, opting to hold it in his larger ones instead.

“We didn’t know this would’ve happened, plus it was just a crazy fan! Instead of you being mad, I should be mad because someone thinks they love you more than how much I love you!” you exclaim and Hawks couldn’t help the small smile on his lips.

“Trust in yourself,” motioning him closer, you pressing a kiss onto his lips before a teasing smile formed on your lips “I love you more than you can ever imagine, you dumb bird.”

And Hawks tucked your words into his heart and decided to trust himself on his next bizarre idea—visiting that crazy fan of his in prison.

Sitting in the cool, metal chair, Hawks waited patiently in front of the barrier for the guards to bring out his so called, number one fan—the person who tried to take out his whole family.

It wasn’t until she came into view and noticed him that her eyes seemed to light up in shock and joy. Throwing herself on the chair, she grabbed the phone as fast as she could, bringing it up to her ear. Hawks doing the same.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you! You came! You really came to see me!” she cried, and Hawks did not give her a spec of emotion.

“I’m only here to tell you a few things,” he started and she nodded excitedly. “You are a fan of mine and I adore and cherish my fans,” Hawks states, her cheeks turning rosy at his words. “I would expect you to do something as simple as respect me as a person, as a pro hero, and to respect my family—my wife and my kids.”

“I only did what I did because I love you!” she shot back and Hawks glared her down with his sharp eyes, “and because of that, I’m disappointing that you even have the nerve to call yourself my fan. I’ve blacklisted you from attending any of my fan meets or events.”

Her eyes widened before she began to shake her head in disbelief, “No, no, no...You don’t mean that! Hawks no!”

“But I doubt you’d be leaving prison anytime soon for attempted murder on three cases,” He shoots back, her sobs and wails audible through the thick barrier between them.

“But I love you!” she cries desperately, “don’t do this!”

Hanging up the phone, Hawks turned around as the wails from the unfortunate girl filled the air behind him, leaving him feeling lighter than ever.

And it seemed as if things continued to get better from thereon.

You sat in your hospital bed excited yet nervously as the nurse carefully transported Miyako into your arms for the first time. As the infant shifted around in discomfort, you gently cooed at her, Miyako recognizing your voice.

“Miyako, it’s mama. I’m sorry it took us so long to finally meet,” you say with a large smile as she turned to face you—her poofy and fuzzy wings resting over your arms warmly.

Hawks watched in adoration of the sight of his two favorite girls finally together in each other’s arms. Miyako no longer needed any medical assistance and you, finally bandaged and needle free.

“Miyako’s been doing perfectly fine without any of the medical equipment and should be able to go home in the next few days,” your nurse says and your head shoots over towards Hawks’ excitedly.

“Honey, honey,” you chirp, “We can finally go home in a few days!”

Hawks couldn’t help the chuckle and smile that formed on his lips, especially from how excited you were. You had been in this hospital for nearly a month now and eager to see your boys and to finally be home.

Leaning over, Hawks pressed a warm kiss onto your lips before running his finger over Miyako’s plump cheeks.

“I can’t wait to have you home and in my arms again.”

And did that day finally come.

You and Hawks made your way around the hospital with Miyako sound asleep in a stroller, thanking all the doctors and nurses for their help.

And to your surprise, Kazuto, Yuto and Fuyumi were at the main doors waiting for the three of you.

“Mama!” they cried before taking off towards you. Yuto wrapped his small arms around your legs as Kazuto, who was just a bit taller, wrapped his arms around your waist gently, pressing his face into your side.

“My boys, I missed you both so much,” you cried, pressing kisses all over their faces, seeing them light up with joy after being separated for so long.

“Would you like to see your little sister?” You ask with a curious smile, watching them suddenly turn timid, but slowly, they made their way to the stroller and found a little baby girl sleeping comfortably.

“She’s so small,” Kazuto notes, glancing back up at you with his proud big brother smile. “Hi, Miyako. You’re so cute,” Yuto giggles, watching her stir.

You couldn’t help but lean into Hawks at the sight. Everything was right. Even when you finally had the energy to check your phone, you were surprised to see how all the support from friends, family, and fans alike.

“The agency called and said we have like a million gifts from the fans to pick up. A lot of them are ‘get well’ gifts for you and the boys and some are baby gifts for Miya,” Hawks states with a smile and you tilt your head at him teasingly.

“Miya? You already gave her a nickname?” you tease and he couldn’t help but look away with a blush which made you laugh. “Well, Miya is going to have the best papa bird and brother birds in the world.”

But the feeling of being at home, away from the world and just with your family topped everything else.

You were in Hawks’ arms, resting comfortably and watching as your two young boys watched Miyako in awe, commenting about how cute she was or how cute her small grey wings were every minute.

“Keigo, I’m so happy,” you state, leaning into his body more as you let out a content sigh. “Thank you for everything,” glancing up, his gold eyes were already on you before the two of you connected with a kiss.

“I should be saying that to you, dove. You’ve given me a whole family to love.”

And for all the bad that had happened, being able to rest in the love of your life’s arms with your newly expanded family, seemed to wash all of that away.

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cafeacademic · 3 years

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omg congrats on your milestone!!!! here’s to many more *clink clink*,,, anyways i loVED YOUR ‘off the record’ with fox, and i’m a s1ut for him sOOO maybe prompt 31? f/gn!reader is cool!!

Fox sluts unite I love that man so much. here is some pure smut for our man because he deserves some time off and a bunch of smooches. hope you enjoy my lovely thank you for all your support <33

also i saw that you were working on a new fox thing as well very excited for that👀👀

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Pairing: Fox x Reader

Rating: Explicit (You know the drill)

Warnings: PiV sex, oral sex (m receiving), orgasm denial, teasing, semi-public sex, some objectification of reader (but it's pretty tame)

Word Count: 2.2k

When Fox stumbled into your apartment one night, the first thing he saw was you slamming the door to your closet closed.

“You alright, princess?” he asked warily. He rolled his neck as he removed his bucket, trying to ease some of the tension of the day.

“Yep!” you said a little too eagerly. Fox closed the gap between the two of you, lifting your chin with his forefinger. You looked up at him innocently.

“What are you hiding?” he teased. Leaning into his touch, you smirked.

“Oh, just work stuff. Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you said. Fox narrowed his eyes but didn’t press you further. “Are you working the Chancellor’s speech tomorrow?”

“Don’t remind me,” Fox groaned. The Chancellor’s annual speech was never a fun night for the Guard; they often had to arrive early to help set up, listening to Palpatine fuss for several hours before the actual main event. If that wasn’t already draining, they often had to hear faux praise from the various elites that attended the event, though they knew that most considered them less than human. Sensing that Fox was getting lost in his thoughts, you reached up to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’ll make sure to stop by then,” you said, snuggling into his hold. Fox rested his chin on the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of being held.

~~~

The next day, Fox was running around, trying to ensure that everything was set up for the Chancellor’s speech, at least security-wise. In between pretending to listen to the demands of Palpatine and downing cups of caf from the break room, he would respond to the silly comms you would send him. On typical days, you would complain about your coworkers or send him pictures of cute lothcats you saw on the holonet. Today, however, your messages were suspiciously short.

“Miss you xoxo,” your last message read. That had been nearly two hours ago, and Fox hadn’t heard from you since. It was probably for the best, considering how much work he had to do, but it still hurt a bit.

“Are you stopping by?” he tapped out a message to you. A few minutes later, his commlink buzzed.

“Something came up. Have to take the time to get ready for a work thing tonight,” you replied. Normally, Fox would have sulked at the fact that you couldn’t visit, but he was instead intrigued by the fact that you had followed up your message with a photo attachment.

He nearly dropped the comm when he opened the picture. You were laid out on your bed, crisp white blouse unbuttoned and falling off your shoulder. A thin, lacy bra covered your chest, the material a perfect Corrie Guard red. At the very bottom of the photo, Fox could see that your skirt was hiked up over your hips, allowing just a glimpse of the matching panties.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he typed back. He could imagine you smirking down at your comm as you tapped out a response, the image only making his half-hard cock press even tighter against his codpiece. A soft buzz alerted him to your response.

“Is it a good look? I’ve been told that we’re supposed to dress nicely for the Chancellor’s speech. Wouldn’t want to make a poor impression on my first time covering the event,”

Fox nearly groaned out loud; there would be no way he could concentrate if you were going to be at the speech tonight. All he would be able to think about would be how badly he needed to see you in the pretty lingerie you were wearing.

“You better behave tonight,” Fox responded. It was only a few seconds before your reply came.

“But where’s the fun in that, Commander?”

This time, Fox did groan out loud.

By two minutes into the Chancellor’s speech, Fox was already bored out of his mind. Instead of being on alert for attempted assassinations as Palpatine had requested, his eyes were scanning the crowd for you. The general comm chatter from his brothers had become a background hum as he searched for your telltale white blouse.

When he finally found you, he was almost embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed you sooner. You were sitting in the press box near the front, near enough that you could pick up all the details of the speech but out of the way enough that the Chancellor couldn’t see you. As if you could feel his gaze, your eyes immediately snapped to Fox’s visor. You bit your lip teasingly as you toyed with the top button of your blouse. Fox straightened his posture, hoping to convey as much warning as he could with just his body language. You either didn’t notice or didn’t care; likely the latter, seeing as you popped the button with ease and pulled your neckline open slightly, revealing just the top of the lace covering your breasts.

“Hey Fox, you see that girl in the press pit?” Thire’s voice cut through the comm chatter that Fox had blocked out. Thire’s comment, however, snapped him right back to his senses.

“What about her?” Fox snapped back a little too defensively.

“She’s cute, isn’t she? Keeps toying with the hem of her skirt,” Thire commented. Fox bit his tongue to keep from snapping at his brother.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind tearing that skirt off of her!” Hound added with a snort. Thire hummed in agreement. Before Fox could start yelling at his brothers, Thorn cut into the conversation.

“Hey, vod? I think that’s the Commander’s girl,” he said warily. Thorn was the only one Fox had confided in about his newfound relationship, and that was mostly because he had heard the two of you going at it in Fox’s office. A number of curses poured over the comm, and Fox smirked at the panicked apologies his brothers gave.

Turning his attention back to you, Fox noted that the second button on your blouse had also come undone. The crimson lace was now peeking prominently through your neckline, and you had a smirk plastered on your face. With a wink, you spread your legs in your chair slightly, allowing Fox a glimpse of your panties.

Faking an important message, Fox pulled out his comm and quickly tapped out a warning: “Keep that up and you’re not going to like your punishment,”

You checked your comm and responded quickly, still smirking. “Aww, can’t handle a little teasing?”

Fox growled quietly under his helmet. Just as he was about to type out a message back, he was roused from his thoughts by thunderous applause, signaling that the Chancellor had finished speaking. Mentally, Fox made a note to thank Palpatine for keeping it short this year. As soon as he was off the stage, he sent you a quick message. “My office. Now.”

You were already sitting on his desk when Fox entered his office, swinging your legs innocently.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been trying to get you alone all night!” you said, hopping off the desk and reaching for your lover. Before you could get to him, however, Fox scooped you up in his arms and pressed your back against the wall.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he growled, voice still modulated by his helmet. You smirked up at him.

“What, you didn’t like my little show? I got all dressed up for you and everything!” you pouted, reaching to take off Fox’s helmet. His hand shot out and gripped your wrist before you could touch him.

“No way, sweetheart,” he said, grinding against you. “You’re not getting away with teasing me that easily,”

Holding you steady against the wall with his hips, he ripped your shirt in two, the remaining buttons flying around the room. He could still feel the heat of your breasts, even through his gloves. You squealed as he pinched your nipple through your bra, admiring how the bud peaked through the red lace. In the back of his mind, Fox worried that he was being too rough with you, that you might not like how he was touching you. His worries were calmed, however, when he saw the absolutely delighted look on your face as you squirmed out of his grasp and sank to your knees.

“Can I please suck your cock, Commander?” you batted your eyelashes. Fox nodded and you launched for his codpiece, getting the armor off in record time. You grinned devilishly at him as you pulled his cock out of his blacks, the tip already flushed a rosy brown and a bead of precum leaking from the tip. When you licked teasingly up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, Fox reached out to roughly tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Don’t tease. You’re in enough trouble as it is,” he warned. You obliged, taking him all the way down your throat in one motion. Fox swore loudly, trying to keep from bucking into your mouth. You worked what you couldn’t reach with your hand, twisting your wrist to spread the saliva that was slicking his cock. When Fox’s grip on your hair tightened, you pulled off of him with a pop.

“Was that what you wanted, sir?” you teased. Before Fox could scold you, his words caught in his chest as you began pumping him again, this time slowly working down him with your mouth. The modulated groans of the clone above you made you rub your thighs together for some sort of relief. When you thought he was distracted enough by your tongue, you slid a hand down between your legs.

“Oh, sweetheart. You just keep testing me, don’t you?” Fox growled, tugging you off of his cock by the hair. You looked down sheepishly, not having expected to get caught. Fox quickly discarded his helmet before yanking you back to your feet.

“‘M sorry, sir,” you said. Fox looked like he was going to fall victim to your puppy dog eyes, but he shook his head and adjusted you so he could have access to your clothed cunt. With two fingers, he slid the scrap of fabric to the side, inhaling sharply when he noticed how wet you were.

“Does putting on a show like that get you this wet?” Fox said, lining himself up with your entrance. “You know all my brothers could see you?”

“Really-- fuck!” your words were interrupted by the stretch of Fox sliding into you with one movement. Normally, you would’ve been upset that he didn’t touch you first, but you were so turned on that he slid in with little resistance.

“They were all drooling over you, sweetheart,” Fox said through gritted teeth as he fucked you. The slight jealousy he felt was obvious not just in his voice, but in the rough way he was fucking you, almost as if he was worried you’d disappear out from under him. You grabbed his chin and kissed him passionately.

“Mhmm, but you’re the only one who gets to fuck me, Commander,” you said when you pulled away from the kiss. “I’m all yours, Fox,”

That seemed to unlock something in Fox’s head, because he began fucking you with even more force, trying to get as deep inside you as he could with every thrust. He began to mouth at your collarbone, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, that’s right. Mine,” he repeated into your neck. You scrambled for purchase on the plastoid armor he was still wearing as he ruined you, moans pouring out of you too loudly for the only semi-private office. Neither of you seemed to care, though.

��Fuck, Fox, I wanna come,” you whined, shivering from when his groin rubbed against your clit with a well-angled thrust. Fox seemed to contemplate for a moment before grinning into your collarbone.

“No,”

“What do you mean no? Shit, Fox!” you cried out. Fox’s thrusts were getting sloppy, and you knew he was close.

“I mean no. I’m gonna fill up this pussy, and then we’re going to go home, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you come then,” Fox said, voice shaking slightly.

“Shit, you can’t be serious. Come on, I’m so close,” you said breathlessly as Fox’s hips snapped into yours with such force that you slid up the wall you were pressed against.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before teasing me all night,” Fox growled, breathing heavily. You whined in protest, but he had made up his mind. “Fuck, you’re all mine. I’m the only one who should get to see you like this,”

“All yours, Fox. Only yours,” you moaned, and that sent Fox over the edge. He bit down harshly on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan as he emptied himself inside you. Fox slumped against the wall, leaning into your body, and you pressed gentle kisses to his temple as he recovered.

“You know, I love you and everything, but I need you to get me home so you can fuck me properly,” you said, the serene smile on your face in sharp contrast to how needy you felt. Fox pulled back, leaving one last kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Are you ever going to learn to behave?” he said with mock exasperation.

“No, you like me better this way,” you teased back, making yourself presentable before pulling a lovestruck Fox out of his office, the two of you too enamored with each other to register the catcalls from the other guardsmen.

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Greetings! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) Hope your day has been going well! Was wondering if I could send in a request? From the tea prompts- (hope this is correct) Could you maybe serve Dainsleif, Kaeya, Zhongli and Diluc some Earl Grey, matcha, English breakfast and hibiscus tea? Thku and I'm so sorry if this is abit long Isksnx

a/n: Not long at all! Thanks for the request!

Link to the tea prompts :)

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, Kaeya, Zhongli, and Diluc, Khaenri'ah spoilers, Zhongli spoilers, Kaeya spoilers, Diluc spoilers, angst if you squint, mostly fluff, children.

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hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

Kaeya

Answered here<3

Dainsleif

Dainsleif has been so many places and seen so many things that he doesn't really have one specific location. Everywhere has some sort of meaning for somebody like him. As a result though, he would thoroughly enjoy his partner's favourite place and the meaning it holds to them. Dainsleif always goes back to it, even on his own, but definitely with his partner.

Zhongli

Too many places. Zhongli is a bit of a history buff, so anywhere in Liyue with rich history, which is all of Liyue, is an ideal date location to bring his s/o. From the blue of Luhua Pool to the flower fields in Qingce Village to just a walk around the Harbour. Zhongli is more attached to the stories of these locations than the locations themselves. Has an attachment to Guili Plains and picnicking there though...

Diluc

His favourite place is back home to the Winery. Man hates being seen. Besides that obvious one though, he does quite enjoy spending time with his partner at the large tree at Windrise. Thankfully at night its quite quiet and always lit up by fireflies. He'll even catch some in a jar for his s/o. It's quite funny to see him try to chase them around.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Kaeya

Flirty as ever is the Cavalry Captain as he lays the charm on thick for his person of interest. Though the moment they flirt back, wow he is flustered. That's how one knows its more genuine. He'll gift them small trinkets, ask them to go drinking with him, or even go out of his way to bring them places if the tavern isn't for them. Ultimately, pretty normal courting methods.

Dainsleif

He pulls out some weird ass dated Khaenri'ahn courting customs that I could not begin to describe. Gives them flowers that definitely aren't any flowers they could recognize. Fan of the back of the hand kiss. He's very bashful when courting somebody, he hasn't done this in a long time, and do people still 'court' anymore? Dainsleif doesn't really know. He is doing his best, please take this 4th bouquet this week.

Zhongli

Also pulls out the dated courting customs but these ones are Liyuen and at least somewhat recognizable. Has a 5% chance of remembering his mora for once when taking them out. Very polite, always shows up with a gift of some kind(usually homemade or flowers he's picked himself) If they have parents he is going to befriend them.

Diluc

As a noble, he knows how to court, he knows very well how to court. He simply does not have the time and he simply cannot be assed. Will ask them to dinner, will present them with a gift, will tell them he'd like to pursue a relationship halfway through dinner. The End. There is no courtship there is only Diluc asking them out over some grape juice.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Kaeya

Thinks about this for a very long time. All that ancient plot stuff and whatnot. Buys the ring and looks at it every day for at least a month. He knows he loves them, more than anything, hell they have his loyalty, wherever they put it, he will too. Remember those dates at Starfell Lake? The late night picnics? Its on one of those, under the light of the Anemo statue, surrounded by crystalflies does he pop the question. He doesn't do the whole dropping to his knees thing, he's already incredibly flustered and nervous. Kaeya wrote a whole speech.. He forgot halfway through. Help. Kaeya.exe has stopped functioning, he's so in love.

Dainsleif

Thinks about it for even longer than Kaeya. Jfc, Dainsleif if your lover is mortal they're going to die before you make a decision. Forges the ring himself once he finally decides to do it. Its quite pretty, has an engraving as well. Dainsleif was going to propose traditionally, dinner, drinks, flowers, on his knee with a speech. Easy. But that seemed... Unworthy of his partner. So instead he arranges a cute little scavenger hunt. Something fun. It does end with dinner, drinks, flowers, and him on his knee. Dainsleif even ditched the usual 'fit for a rented suit. He cleans up quite nicely and wow his face is.. red. Composure? Gone. Take this ring, please.

Zhongli

Childe bought the ring. Zhongli is a God living as a Mortal. He is still immortal. He still has a long long life ahead of him. And once an appropriate amount of time has passed, he's ready to move to the next step. Marriage has more than likely been discussed between him and his partner before he proposes. He makes a whole day of it! Sleeping in, breakfast and tea in bed, some shopping in the afternoon, dinner at the Pavilion, and as dinner wraps up and they wait for dessert, Zhongli will slide off of his seat and onto his knee. His speech is perfect, the ring fits perfectly, and dessert comes out right after. Its perfect.

Diluc

Thinks about it forever 3 electric boogaloo. Again, given his status, there's just so much attention involved and he doesn't like the attention. He'd love to marry his partner, and again its probably been discussed beforehand. Eventually, with some prodding from one annoying lovely brother, he gets the ring and starts planning how he wants to do it. Yeah, good try Diluc. Unfortunately he left the box on his bedside table for his partner to find! Stumbled over his words as he tried to explain, face getting redder with every passing second. He tried! He really did. He'll take them out to dinner later<3

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Kaeya

Mmm.. He'll get back to them on that one. He needs a LOT of therapy first. Like.. In the same vein as his adoptive father, he attracts a lot of kids looking for a figure to look up to. But would he adopt them?? If he were more mentally sound maybe. He simply doesn't know and thus won't risk it. He can step up when needed though, really.

Dainsleif

No. That's it. Just no.

Zhongli

Kind of conflicted about it, depending on his partner, there's just a lot of ways this can go with his whole divinity thing. Definitely lots of conversations about it. Consults his partner's opinion the most out of everyone here.

Diluc

Mm... He'll get back to them on that one 2 electric boogaloo. Realistically he's got a legacy to pass on, but does he care about it? No. Also daddy issues, he doesn't want to be like his dad and abandon his kid when they need him. So he's very conflicted. Eventually though, he would like a kid or two. It just takes a while to get there.

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