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missmorosis · 3 years

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did i make a prompt list? 👀 maybe.

made these for the new year, 2021 :D

feel free to send in requests! rules in my navi :)

btw some of these prompts may be inspired by others!!

heh feel free to reblog if you would like to use it <3

If you don't mind, please credit me (@missmorosis) if you use these prompts!! I would love to read what yall come up with hehe

💜, morosis

1. “Can you come over?” “I’m already here.”

2. “I already know your order, the usual, right?"

3. "You look adorable in- wait is that my shirt?"

4. "Marry me. Now."

5. "You're cold? Have my jacket."

6. “Uh- why is there glitter everywhere?”

7. “Please, you’re adorable.”

8. “Yeah, okay, but I’m cooler.” “You sure?”

9. “You know, I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

10. “So... did you know that all our friends have a bet going that we end up together?”

11. “Stop laughing at me! It’s not that funny! ... Maybe it’s a little funny.”

12. “I- yeah- I would like that.”

13. “Hey, hey, look at the road. Instead of looking at me.”

14. “Were you always this beautiful?”

15. “Can- can I kiss you?”

16. “Can you just hold me for a bit?”

17. “I’m saying this out of love... but that looks horrendous.”

18. “You’re safe now, okay? I’m here.”

19. "Oh my gosh, is that idiot my s/o?"

20. “You- you think about me?” “Well, yeah. 24/7.”

21. “Well, I just thought... if you weren’t feeling well, I could at least do this for you.”

22. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?”

23. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

24. “Would it help if I stayed with you?”

25. “Do you trust me?” “Who are you, Aladdin?”

26. "You're an idiot." "I'm your idiot."

27. "Let me get that for you."

28. "Please don't do this to me.”

29. "Talk to me. Please, just say something.”

30. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Honest answer?" "... no."

31. "Don't die on me. Please."

32. "Don't- don't come any closer."

33. "Why are you lying to me?"

34. "I'm starting to worry about you."

35. "Where have you been?"

36. "Hey, don't cry."

37. “How is this my fault?”

38. “Leave me alone.”

39. "You said they'd come home. So, where are they?"

40. "I... found you crying. What happened?"

41. "Who hurt you?"

42. "I don't deserve you."

43. "W- will they be okay?"

44. "It’s okay. They’re gone now."

45. “Are you crying... because of me?”

46. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

47. “Let me go. Let. Me. Go.”

48. “You... you promised.”

49. “You deserve better.”

50. “I’m sorry. I really am this time.”

51. “How’d you get hurt?”

52. “You know, it doesn’t help to hold it all in."

53. "How does it feel to lose to me?"

54. "Don't leave me here."

55. "This song reminds me of you."

56. "You need to take better care of yourself."

57. "Where have you been?"

58. "You don't have to be afraid."

59. "How long have you just been sitting there?"

60. "You did this all for me?"

61. "Please don't tell me that’s (s/o)."

62. "Why is there a dog in my living room?"

63. "Shut up and let me braid your hair."

64. "Hop on my back.”

65. “Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”

66. “Can we stop for a second? I think I’m going to pass out.”

67. “I know you’re sad, so let me in. It’s cold outside.”

68. “Just... walk it off.” “I don’t think I can walk.”

69. “Are- are you bleeding?”

70. “Uh sorry, I think I dropped your child.”

71. “That was fun. I’m never doing it again.”

72. “Oh, shoot, I think I’m seeing things.”

73. “Wow, your hair’s really soft. Like... really soft.”

74. “That is... the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

75. “It’s purely luck. Zero skill.”

76. “Can you look at my face and honestly tell me that I’m ugly? Nope, you can’t.”

77. “I can’t say (his/her/their) name without smiling!”

78. “So... do you come here often?” “I- I literally work here.”

79. “Whatever you do, don’t turn around.”

80. “You know, you’re allowed to be mad at me.”

81. “Oh my gosh, wait, is this legal?” “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

82. “I’m this close to cutting off all my hair.”

83. “What do you want me to do? Throw popcorn at them?”

84. “Leave me alone.” “I brought cookies.” “... fine, come in.”

85. “Why should I share with you?” “Because you love me 😌”

86. “I would appreciate it if you never spoke of this ever again.”

87. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

88. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

89. “So... who was going to tell me?”

90. “Uh, was this the original plan?”

91. “Stop kissing me, it tickles!”

92. “For the record, I never agreed to this.”

93. “You dropped this.”

94. “I’m not threatening you!” “Well I feel pretty darn threatened.”

95. “Do. Not. Push. Me.”

96. “Can- can you come get me? Please?” “Of course.”

97. “How many times have you watched that?” “Probably close to 100.”

98. “Hey, I, uh, brought you some pizza.”

99. “Wait. Stand right there, I want to take a picture of you.”

100. “I love you.”

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venomous--fics · 4 years

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everything i wanted CH1

It’s a Date.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Robot!Stark!Reader

Words: 4.4k

A/n: The pacing seems kinda rushed, but trust me, it’ll work out. This chapter is setting stuff up. Feedback is appreciated! Requests are open! Shoot me a message if you want to be in the taglist for the new chapters!

STORY:

Being a teenager was hard. It was even harder when you were never allowed outside of the famous Avengers Tower. You’ve been stuck here for 15 years. Every time you asked to go out and do anything relatively normal, your dad always shot you down. He almost seemed paranoid, like the very second you left, a meteor would fall from the sky and crush you.

Implausible, you thought, but not impossible. You haven’t brought it up in a while, because you knew your dad must’ve been getting so tired of hearing it. But you just wanted to go outside…. You can always see kids walking home, or to a deli shop with their friends and backpacks. They always looked so happy and looked like they were telling good stories.

You wanted that. You wanted friends, but all you had was an old tattered rabbit named Cuppy. You loved him, and he’s been with you since day one, but, sometimes… His silence was harsh.

You were told to stay out of Tony’s lab, especially today, as he was going to be showing the new recruit the rope, and talk serious business… But you were growing agitated in your room. You pushed yourself off your bed and marched your way to the lab, knowing full well that your dad has strict rules about you being in there, even if there was no important business to attend to.

Somehow, you had mellowed out halfway there, and froze in front of the door. Should you really be mad at him? He only meant well. You froze when you heard voices coming into the living room area, and you panicked, not wanting to confront anyone anymore. You meant to move yourself to sit on the couch, but amidst your anxious state, you tripped over the coffee table and fell face first into the floor.

“Are you okay?” a shocked voice asked, rushing over to you.

“I’m okay,” you said sheepishly.

You turned and saw the prettiest boy in the entire world. Of course, he was the only boy you’ve ever seen your age, but boy, he was still so pretty. You didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your eyes were probably wide and shining, mouth hung open in awe.

He was wearing Edith, the glasses you helped your dad design. You could still tell that behind the blue lenses, his eyes were brown, and his hair matched. he looked like a deer in the headlights for another moment while he helped you up, and then a smile spread across his face. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you felt warm inside. Almost like there were butterflies.

You blinked a few times before looking over his shoulder at your dad, who just had his hand covering his face. Disappointed or in shame, maybe even embarrassment, you weren’t exactly sure.

“I haven’t seen you around..Are you new?”

You stared back at the boy, who was still awkwardly holding your hand, you looked down at your hands before looking back up at him, “N-no, I.. Uhm, I…Live here. I’m.. Uh, Y/n.”

“Oh!” he chirped, “You’re Y/n? I’ve heard so much about you!”

You smiled again, feeling your insides freak out. Golly, he was adorable. People from the outside must be cute, but this boy, holding your hand, looking so gosh darn attractive in those silly glasses… Was the cutest person in the world. Would it be weird to say that? To his face?

“And you are..?”

The boy seemed confused, almost like he didn’t hear what you said, before snapping back to reality, “Oh! I-Yeah, I’m.. Parker- PETER! My name is Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter..” You said kindly, almost like you were an old computer having to reboot. Funny.

Peter realized he was still holding your hand when he heard Tony clear his throat. He immediately retracted them and held them at his sides, and you could’ve swore you saw his cheeks turn red.

“Well, Parker, think it’s time for Happy to take you home?”

“Yeah, right. Of course.” Peter stammered, bumping into the same table to you had just tripped over a moment ago.

“I’ll..” you looked at him, “See you again? Peter?”

He just met you, but he liked how you said his name. It was cute.

“Sure! I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Okay.” you smiled.

You watched Peter leave and you ran to the window up front to watch Happy pull away in the dark car. You were already wondering if Peter was looking at you from the window. What was his favorite snack? Favorite hobby? Does he have friends?

And much like the romantic movies you had stolen from your mom, you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand. This was the part in the movie where the love interests meet.

Tony, who knew too much, and knew how this would play out, had to do everything he could to keep you away from that kid. For your sake. What would Peter think if he found out the truth about you? You didn’t even know what you were..

“So, are we reenacting Romeo and Juliet now?” Tony asked, sarcastically. “Original or Leo DiCaprio?” you asked, not tearing your gaze away from the window.

Tony thought for a second. He furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment before he just said, “No.”

“Why?”

“Come on,” Tony hesitated, what do normal parents do in this situation?

“Yes?”

“Well–….Peter is just…Look-” Tony sighed, he’s never done this before… If that wasn’t obvious enough, “Now, listen.”

“Listening.”

“Peter needs to focus on this internship thing.”

“Being Spider-Man isn’t an internship. It’s a full time job.”

“Y/n.”

You turned to look at your dad, “Dad, c'mon, how long did you expect me to play dumb? I know everything around this … house.” You paused, “I guess, technically, to me, it would be a house.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Dad, we live here. I’ve never left here..” You thought about it, “Guess it’s more like a prison.”

Tony crossed his arms, a bit offended. The tower wasn’t a prison. It was a safe haven. He had it built for everyone he cared about to take refuge in.

You turned your attention back out the window, crossing your arms on the window sill and resting your chin on them. You looked down at the lights and winding streets below with longing. Why couldn’t you be where all the normal people were? Why did you have to be some sort of caged bird?

Tony opened his mouth to say something, sarcastic probably, but you cut him off, “Am I sick?”

“What? Heavens, no.”

“Is there…Something wrong with me?”

“No..”

“Then why can’t I go outside and be normal? Why do I have to stay in? Or on the Towers yard? That’s not very fair…”

Tony knew this was going to happen. Yet, even knowing that, he hadn’t prepared himself to handle it. He was hoping you’d just never actually question why. What the hell was he supposed to say?

“It’s complicated.”

“You always say that.”

Pepper, to everyone’s surprise, stepped in, “What he means is..”

You glanced at her when she took a seat next to you and fixed your hair, “He’s just afraid of you getting hurt.”

You huffed, “That’s normal, though.”

“Maybe so…But, doesn’t mean we want it to happen.”

You figured the conversation was going to go in circles. It always did. You’d beg to go outside, into town, something. They’d promise you that they’d tak about it, but they never did. Rinse, repeat. Your mom took your silence personally this time.

She never said it, but it always hurt to have to pretend like she didn’t know why you couldn’t be normal. Part of her wanted Tony to just DO something about it. Even if his choice would hurt. In all honesty, you were never meant to stick around this long, but everyone got so attached… Tony was so proud of what he’d done, but now, Pepper seemed to be regretting it. She loved you, and that was the problem.

It felt wrong, almost. It felt so cruel to string something as innocent as you along with their cruel game of house. She and Tony played the roles of mom and dad, even though, deep down, they knew that it couldn’t stay that way forever. How would they explain what was happening when they were old and dying, and you remained 15?

How were they supposed to explain that you weren’t even a real kid? They figured you’d realize when you remembered that you’ve never eaten anything before. You’ve never gone swimming, obviously… But you always chalked this things up to different excuses. Some super powered alien. A special human who just never gets hungry.. Always something.

Pepper would lay awake at night, wondering if…You knew what you were, and maybe you were playing your part too. She wondered what it was like for you. Had Tony programmed you to actually love? Or were you just a super computer that just… Knew what to do. How awful this life turned out to be.

A life was created out of nothing, to fill a huge void, when in reality, they should’ve just adopted. But Tony knew that would’ve been wrong as well, seeing as the name ‘Stark’ would’ve pushed them to the very top of the list, moving parents who’ve been on the waiting lists for God knows how long. And Tony thought he’d humor himself.

There was no way he could make an AI THAT advanced. He swore he’d never do that again after the whole Ultron incident. But Tony has never kept his word, so, it was easy to go against it. It started as a joke, but then he stopped sleeping for days at a time. He became obsessed with finishing what he started.

He thought about all the things he’d do with the child he created. He’d take them to the park, to the library, hell, to the moon if they wanted to go. But all that changed when he actually finished the thing. What if someone who wanted to destroy him got a hold of the code?

It could be the end of the world. Maybe people would think Tony was some sort of freak for playing God and creating life from digital files and spare parts. He wound up deleting the code after everything was complete. No even saving it to a back up drive or anything. You were a one and only type of deal. If anything were to happen to you, it would be permanent.

So he kept you inside. Nobody would hurt you. Nobody would use you. You couldn’t get broken… You’d be okay. You’d be just fine, he thought. Guess he was wrong. That’s a first.

Both of them were so lost in thought, that they hadn’t notice you leave the room. You had gone to your bedroom, almost like routine. You crawled into bed, thinking about everything.

You remembered the one time you overheard your Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce talk about the fair that was down at the pier. They were talking about it to Steve and Bucky, who had never gone to try any of that type of thing. They had left in the evening to go, and you remember watching from your bedroom window.

You remember the big wheel with lights. It looked so small from where you were, but you were still hypnotized by it. You could see the rides that spun and carried people up in the air.. You wanted to go. You wanted to know what real fun was like.

You recounted another time of disappointment. You dad had promised to take you to Europe, because him and your mom had business there, so they promised that Happy could take you sight seeing. He even bought you a camera. But they left without you. You remember asking why you couldn’t go… “Change of plans, kiddo.”

And what about the time they had to fight Uncle Loki and the aliens? You helped as much as you could, and you had even showed off the mini iron suit you had built in your free time. What did you dad say? “No, you have to stay put.”

You remember destroying that suit. What was the point in having it if you couldn’t put it to use? Why did they always do this to you? Normally you’d let it go, but, after meeting Peter, you wondered why you couldn’t be like him.

You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to just cut it out. They weren’t bad people. They obviously loved you. They wouldn’t keep you around if they didn’t. You relaxed a little and everything just kinda slipped away as you fell asleep.

—

The weeks were passing rather fast, but that didn’t seem to bother you anymore. You had a friend now. You and Peter had started a new, exciting routine.

Everyday, even if he didn’t have “intern” work with your dad, he’d find himself in your room. Activities changed from day to day. Some days you’d talk about what Peter did at school, or you’d help him with his homework.

Much like the cliche’d movies you loved so much, you found yourself wanting to be with Peter as much as possible. He never ceased to make you smile.. He always laughed at your jokes, and you laughed at his. It felt right.

“Oh!” Peter exclaimed, pulling his beat up phone out of his pocket, “Ned and I finished our lego Death Star set yesterday.”

“Ned?” you tilted your head like a confused puppy, “Lego?”

“You don’t know what Legos are?”

“The..” you paused for a moment, “Building blocks?”

“Yeah!” he smiled so sweetly, “Don’t tell me…you’ve never been allowed to have a lego set.”

You looked around your room, “I’ve never had one, no. Pretty sure my dad would think it’s a waste of time.”

“I’ll bring you one tomorrow. We can build it together!”

Together? A real project..?

“That would be really,” what did the cool kids say, “Groovy.”

Peter let out a little laugh again, “Groovy!”

You peeked over at his phone, “So, who is Ned?”

“Oh! He’s my friend! I’ve known him – Since forever, really.“

“That’s a long time.”

“You’ll have to meet him sometime.”

“I’d like that. Could always use more friends– N-not that… You’re not enough. You’re plenty- I mean, you’re…” you rubbed your arm nervously, “I mean you’re pretty cool.”

Peter put his phone away and lightly elbowed you, “Thought you’d say I was groovy.”

“I sense that you’re making fun of me. Does..Is groovy even a thing anymore?”

“It is now.”

You weren’t sure what to bring up now, so you shuffled through your mental index cards, but you came up with nothing. You two sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence while Peter shuffled through his text books and skimmed his notes.

“Sorry that I don’t have much to talk about,” you said in unison.

You both looked a bit surprised and flustered at each other, your cheeks turning red as you both giggled.

“It’s fine,” again, you both said, “Sorry.”

You both laughed. How silly this must seem to both of you.

“That doesn’t normally happen,” Peter smiled at you, “It’s alright. I don’t mind if it’s quiet.”

You moved closer to him and looked at his notes. his handwriting looked just as cute as he did. That didn’t surprise you at all. Peter got his phone out again and put on some music.

You’d never heard most of the songs he listens to. There was the occasional Led Zepplin, Queen or even AC/DC in the mix, but some of the songs were newer. Outside what your dad blares over every speakers in the tower, so his “creative flow” doesn’t get interrupted if he leaves his lab, you didn’t really bother with music. Of course, there were the rare times where you’d sit with your mom in the living room area and you enjoyed her music while she read. She was much more of a classical music type of woman. She enjoyed Tony’s music, but would often complain that it’s too loud, or it’s just noise. She did it just to rile him up a bit, mostly.

“Don’t mind most of these. Ned likes to add to the list.”

You’re learning a lot about Ned through the songs he’s obviously picked. You slumped against the side of your bed and looked at the ceiling. Peter noticed and immediately went rummaging through his backpack.

You were a bit startled when a light, papery item was dropped into your lap. You looked down at it.

“What is.. it?” you asked, innocently.

“A comic book.” he replied, “C'mon… Really? You haven’t read a comic book?” You looked at Peter, and then down at the thin book, picking it up and opening it. Covered was much too dark for your tastes. Batman? Seemed a bit too…gruesome, didn’t it? Half man? Half Bat???

“I’ve heard of them, but, never got to look at one.” You said, flipping it open and reading over the first page.

“Well,” Peter started, setting his book aside and taking one side of the book, “This is about a guy named Bruce Wayne, but he’s actually Batman.”

“Gross.“

Peter adjusted your hand, and you weren’t sure if it was intentional, but your fingers were touching, and you were no longer staring at the book, or even hearing what Peter was saying. You were looking at him.

”-And that’s why he became Batman- But, I mean, if you want to read about it, I have the rest at home. My Uncle Ben collected them, so I have boxes full.“

“I think I’d like it.”

Peter had never looked so thrilled in his life. You wondered if that meant something, he was Spider-man after all. You still had so much to learn, but, a chime from his phone let him know that it was time for him to leave for the day. It got harder and harder watching him go, knowing that you had to stay behind. You felt like a lost puppy in that aspect. Everything became so mundane without him around, and that’s saying something.

You days were now spent waiting at the window for Peter. You learned the schedule. Based on what the internet told you, most schools got out at 3:15ish. And depending on how Peter gets here, it takes anywhere from 15-30 minutes. So if he arrived later than 4:00, you worried a little

But, much like clockwork, you saw the boy arrive right on time. And just as promised, Peter brought a lego set and more comic books the next day. It almost felt like Christmas. He welcomed himself in and the two or you went to your room, again, much like routine.

You eagerly took the lego box from him while he set the stack of comic books on your computer desk. He watched you examine the box, and he had to be honest, it must’ve been a little weird, but.. He liked you. You were pretty cool. Most girls think the stuff he likes is weird or stupid or childish.

“A rocket ship?” you turned the box over and sat on the floor, “How exciting!“

Peter joined you a moment later, helping you carefully open all the little packages. “Yeah, Ned and I never got around to this one. I was planning on getting rid of it, but, I figured you’d enjoy it.”

You looked at all the little pieces that were scattered on your floor. You felt so.. Happy. You were so excited to finally do something normal.

Peter picked up the instruction booklet and opened it, “Now, this is going to take awhile, but let’s start at step one.”

“What is step one?”

“Find this piece.” Peter showed you the picture, “And it looks like we’ve made a mess.”

You looked at the picture again, and then at all the pieces, and almost as if it was an automatic response, you over excitedly snatched the correct piece off the floor, “Found it!”

Peter, who looked a tad bit afraid at your enthusiasm, chuckled weakly, “Good job! Now the next piece.”

“And we just keep doing this?”

“Yep. We find the pieces, then we snap them together until the rocket is done.”

“This is the greatest thing I have ever done.” you whispered in amazement as you looked for the next piece.

Peter snorted and helped you put the pieces together. The cycle repeated until half the rocket was done and Peter decided it was time for a break. He shimmied over to your desk and took a comic book off of it.

You crawled over and joined him, “Is it the Batman again?”

“Of course.”

“Why is he called that, he’s not even a bat…Seems, incorrect to me.”

“Because he hates bats.”

“Why would he name himself after something he hates?”

“Well, technically, he’s afraid of them. So, he wants people to fear him.”

“Oh,” you said, “I get it.”

You didn’t get it.

Peter handed you the book, and you decided to actually read everything and not just skim it. You had to admit, whoever drew it did a pretty good job. You could already tell there was going to be a lot of drama.

“And if you can’t stand the books– There’s some movies too.”

You didn’t lift your eyes from the papers, “You think we could watch them together?”

You then remembered the bits in the movies where that would be an invitation to a date.

“I mean like.. You could.. Tell me stuff about.. Things.”

“Sure!” Peter replied, “I’d love to-” he started laughing, “Tell you stuff about things.”

“You’re making fun of me again.”

“That’s what friends do, Y/n.” he couldn’t stop chuckling.

“Friends?”

You had figured you two were friends, but you couldn’t have been sure. There were always people in the movies would who pretend to be nice.

“Yeah, we’re friends. Aren’t we?”

“Yeah..”

“Kinda surprised you’d want to be friends with someone like me,” you two had, once again, said in unison.

“We got to stop doing that.” Peter said.

“Why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean, you’re you and I’m.. Me.”

“You’re so cool, though.” you said softly, lowering the book, “Like, you know all this cool stuff! And, hey, you like hanging out with boring ol’ me.”

“I don’t think you’re boring.”

“No?”

“Nah.” he replied, looking over at you, “If you were boring I’d be taking a nap.”

“Hey,” you chimed, looking away from the comic book and over at him, “Do…You think.. We could …”

How would you ask the rest? Could we hang out somewhere else? Not like the living room, but.. Outside? Your place? Is that creepy??

You awkwardly looked down at the comic book, “Ah, it’s dumb.”

“I won’t think it’s dumb. I swear.”

“I was going to ask if maybe.. You’d want to hang out somewhere else. Like.. The park? I…I’ve never been to a park before.”

“You’ve never been to a park?” Peter didn’t seem to think you were serious, until he realized that every time he has seen you, it’s always been here. It wouldn’t seem so weird to anyone who knew you, this was your home after all. But he also realized that you’d never once asked to go somewhere else.

“Oh,” he said after a minute or two, “Yeah! We can totally go to a park!”

“What’s a park like, anyways?” You look at Peter, “All the movies I’ve seen make them seem like… Fun places.”

“Guess you’ll find out tomorrow, huh?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah! After school, of course!“

Oh boy, you didn’t have a lot of time to ask your parents. You knew your mom would definitely let you, but your dad? Whole ‘nother story. You could also just messed with the security system a bit and sneak out.. Because you’ve never told anyone, but you rewired a few security features back to your room. You had found a "super secret’ panel behind your bookshelf, so using your Stark brain, you may have broken a few of your dads rules.

It’s nothing major, just…Y'know, you have the ability to disable the cameras, Friday, JARVIS, and the alarms in just your room. Needless to say but you had thought about running away just to be able to get out, so, maybe you can just skip asking your dad and be spontaneous for once.

"What park would we go to?”

“Uuuuh…” Peter looked around for a piece of paper and a pen and he gathered some, scribbling down a name, “It’s near where I live- Few blocks, actually.”

He handed you the paper, and your fingers had touched again, so you were convinced that he was doing it on purpose. You felt that fuzzy feeling again.. Maybe you were getting sick. Was that bad? That’s never happened before. Peter looked at his phone, “I should probably get going! But, hey- Uh, if you want..”

You over to him again, “Yeah?”

“Maybe, again, if you want, I could take you for a swing around New York too.”

“Sight seeing with Spider-Man?”

“Sure! If you wanna call it that…” Peter began to ramble, “I mean, it’s more like your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man doing a favor for a–”

“Like a date?” you cut in, tone laced with curiosity and innocence. You felt oddly brave for some reason.

you watched as Peter clamped his mouth shut and his face turned bright red as he tried to find the right words to use. He just looked over at you and nodded shyly.

“Like a date,” he said quietly after a moment of thinking.

You both chuckled about it, Peter’s more out of nervousness than anything else. You stood up with Peter and walked him to the door, seemingly talking about nothing and everything all at the same time.

“So… It’s a date?” he asked, sounding like he needed confirmation that he wasn’t dreaming.

“It’s a date.” you replied sweetly, leaning on the door as he walked outside. He waved to you with a huge grin, and you waved back, like a love sick puppy. As soon as you shut the door, it dawned on you that you just did that. You asked Peter B. Parker on a date. After talking about being friends, you jumped the gun and asked him out…Technically, you literally asked him out- But.. Oh boy, you’ve really out done yourself this time.

You turned around to go back to your room, and you jumped when you saw your dad standing a few feet away, arms crossed. He didn’t look happy.

“A date… Huh?”

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Legend of Zelda: Back to diapers

Link, hero of time and some other tittles thanks to a ball of timey whinmy time travel) was getting the room ready. he was having a visitor to his room in the restored castle hyrule. "So let me get this right.. Your going to have a little imp, who used to ride you while you were.." Zelda asked, again, trying to make sure she had the facts right about this. "a wolf." Link said proudly, checking to make sure they'd have enough snacks that they wouldn't need to disturb others. "A wolf..right. You're inviting her over for what by all accounts is going to be..a slumber party?" Zelda asked, smirking now and waiting for the normal reaction to such a question. "...notta slumber party, it's a reunion between travel companions." Link whined and huffed, going from the mature and self confident hero everyone knew to a huffing whinny looking young man, showing his mental age with ease. "Right right, well while you two are up all night doing each others hair " Sulky look now. "Or chatting about boys." Really huffy look from link now. "Just remember that i'm doing a castle wide inspection tomorrow so this room better stay clean or I'll make you clean it under my watchful eye..and in a maid dress if your lippy about it." she smirked at THAT mental image as link shuddered. "You wouldn't dare!" "Bring it on fairy boy." Link wisely chose to back down and instead went towards the temple of time, the cross roads to the multiverse. as he stomped off Zelda giggled to herself, he was too easy to get all blushy and pouty. not that she was complaining.

Getting the dimensional portal open was easy enough, making use of the ocarina of time and the master sword.. the real trick was getting just the right timeline and spot he wanted and then yanking the little imp free. As midna came into his timeline and universe she was in her normal little imp form, and grinned wide seeing link. "Hey bony butt! Look at you, looking so mature and not in DIAPERS fer a change!" She joked out loud, looking around and then frowning. "Awww, i thought you were gonna have some of your friends here..." She huffed. "and I thought you were gonna shut up about the you know what. this is why I left the friends at home." Link pointed out, a cute blush on his face and his hands on his hips. (if asked later he would deny he was about to flip up his tunic to prove what a big boy he was. that was totally too infantile for a hero like him!) "Link! I'm insulted that you would accuses me of breaking my wo-" Midna started, looking over the top as he held a hand to her face, as if devastated by link's lack of trust before he cut her off. "you just started to tell everyone...you kinda..proved why I was right not to trust you..." Link snickered, wagging a finger. "...shit..yeah." Midna laughed and rubbed the back of her head. "So why don't you come with me to the castle and we can get you settled in."

Looking around the large almost storage room that link called a minor bedroom, Minda whistled. "Dammmmn you've really come up in the world. from a tree house dwelling brat in my dimension to having a room at the freaking castle. and no stinky pants!" "You make it sound like I was always pooping myself. and for the record, that was a side effect of being split across the multiverse.." Link sniffled. "like to see you not crap yourself when your split into like 8 plus copes of yourself." "awww did i hurt widdle winkys widdle feelings?" the imp teased and then tickled links side. "heyy none of that!" Link yelped and stepped away, blushing. "Awww is widdle winky still all ticklish?" "Yes! and stop calling me little linky!" "well technically I'm calling you widdle winky so it doesn't count." the imp teased. "Butttt I'll make you a deal..if I can tickle you for fivvvve whole minutes and you don't end up soiling yourself, then I'll zip up and quit. buttt." evil grin. "WHEN you make tinkles or uh-ohs then I'll get to slap a diaper on that butt!" Of course link was smart enough to know not to take bets like this, and surly knew something would be up and ergo would just tell Minda a firm but polite no. "Fine! your on!" Or you know, just be a silly butt.

five minutes later and with link over a water proof piece of cloth (that Minda insisted to her delight was links anti bed wetting sheet!) link had his tunic and under shirt off. Midna had started to claim if link didn't wet then it was because of his clothes protecting him and so, ever proud and SO sure of his own self control link was in just his white tights and bare feet (on the slight slight SLIGHT chance he did pee.. he didn't wanna have his boots squishy for a few days..) "alright puddles, ready to let it go?" the imp asked and Link just glared. "Bring it on!" he shouted defiantly seconds later he wished he'd kept his mouth closed.As her hair hand went to work link already was struggling to surprise a giggle.as the tickling got worse, going under his arm pits and the bottom of his feet and link was flopping around laughing and crying and his hands going down to the front of his tights. "A-Ah! I Yield I yield! I'll wear a diaper j-just don't make me wet my pants!" Link whined, the pain and twinging in his bladder and worse and pressing need in his behind and the thought of soiling himself in front of her too humiliating to imagine. (Never mind he'd be going in diapers later, Link was more of a 'in the now' kinda guy.) "awww is widdle BABY linky about to go tinkle in his pants like a big babbbby?" Minda taunted. She tickled him and pressed on his belly one last time and then started to draw her hand away when a loud fart blasted out of Link's behind and she groaned. "Ah hell i pushed his poopie button." she muttered and held her nose. "I-I do NOT have a P-P-POOPIE!!" Link started to argue but poped a squat instead and closed his eyes and slide his thumb into his mouth as he loudly loaded the seat of his formally white tights and well since there wasn't any point to it, let loose with his bladder too.Looking at link whimpering behind his thumb Minda had mercy and patted the poor dorks head. (though of course she was still gonna diaper that butt!)

To say any fight was gone from link as Midea lead him to the bath was a understatement. he held onto her hair hand with his left hand, his right thumb was busy in his mouth as he got him striped and washed down, then wrapped up in a towel and dried off. "Sheesh, you'd swear I've done this once or twice." Midena joked. Link huffed behind his thumb at that and laid on his bed. "a man of your word I see, though right now I bet you wish you weren't huh?" Midea chuckled. Link naturally nodded and blushed, but as she grabbed some fo the white cloth diapers he raised his hips. if he had to be a diaper boy for the evening, then gosh darn it, he was gonna be a darn good one! (naturally link would latter shrug off such a ridiculous thought as just being caught up in the moment.)

One important thing Link hadn't of asked though was what had Mdina down with the tarp and the soiled clothes. If he had thought to ask then he would of found out that she had just flung it out of the widow..were it had landed still on castle grounds. a fact that was brought up to a somewhat irate Zelda who was now storming towards link's room to find out just why the hell he was fling such filth around. "i swear, if this is some sort of friendship ritual next time they meet up they can do it in her dimension!" Zelda huffed.

Midena finished pinning on the last of the diapers (prefer to go nice and thick as they didn't apperently have plastic pants in this dimension) and tugged up a clean pair of links tights, chuckling at how they were stopped before getting even halfway up. "Looks like it's just a tunic for you, unless you wanna just go all natural in just the diapies." Midna teased. Link huffed and grabbed his tunic, sliding it on and standing up to look in the mirror. turning around he frowned. There was a little peek of it coming out but you could only notice it between his legs. 'maybe if I clenched them together.' Link thought and did that it did do a much better job at hiding the front of the diaper, thought the back was even more exposed. And the back of link's diapers were currently pointed to his door as he posed in the mirror. A Mirror that let link see in slow motion terror as Zelda opened his door. "Alright Link I've put up with alot..of...you...diaper butt?" Zelda was ranting as she stormed in, pausing and staring, tilting her head as she looked at the massive diapered booty of Link. "Uh...what?" "Z-Zelda! I Uh...it's..not what it looks like!" Link yelped, turning around and waving his hands. which, one of still had traces of drool on it. "...It looks like the hero of time is a diaper wearing thumb sucker." Zelda said, amusement starting to fill her voice and a smile coming to her face. "E-er about th-" Link started but Midea cut him off. "oh yeah, he's a total big baby. been begging me since we got back to diaper him and let him nom on his thumb. Personally I think he should have a pacifier." Midea said, seeing a perfect chance for some fun and running with it. Link's jaw dropped as he glared at midea who giggled. "opps! sorry, I wasn't suppose to tell you widdle winkys secret! I bet he's about to pout and call me a liar." Midea added quickly, giggling as link struggled to find his voice. "I-I do not-" "Seee? Called it!" "But i-" "Link, be a good big baby and go shush. the big girls need to talk." if that last part had come from midea Link would of kept trying to explain himself, but sadly, the command to be a good boy had come from the smirking mouth of Zelda and Link huffed and stormed away from the two of them. he had hoped to show his displeasure but instead as he waddled and stumbled he only looked cute and ridiculous. As the two talked over all the things they should do for the cute big baby hero link groaned. and it was somewhere around a mention of bonnets he decided to tune them out and just suck on his thumb. Sadly, this was seen as a sign of acceptance, sealing his doom

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 5 years

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365

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @notveryglittery (ok it’s not your birthday yet but in my timezone it almost is sooooo) have the fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written in my dang life

Summary: It’s Roman and Patton’s one-year anniversary, and they have Plans ™. Specifically, Patton plans to give his boyfriend a kiss for every day they’ve been together. Extreme fluff ensues.

Warnings: one (1) very mild accidental injury

Pairing: Royality

Words: ~3.7k

AO3

When Roman woke up, cozy in bed with his boyfriend, he couldn’t immediately place what was different. Everything seemed to be normal: messy nest of blankets and pillows, check; limbs tangled together like the mess of string in their sewing box, check; Patton’s hair tickling his face, check. But there was… something, a feeling, buzzing in the air and making him a little less reluctant to get out of bed than usual. He raised his head slightly and saw Patton was already awake, his phone wedged between their bodies as he watched muted cat videos while waiting for Roman to wake up- he never wanted to miss out on even a second of sleepy morning cuddles!

“Good morning, fearless knight,” Patton murmured to him in a tone laced with affection. He assumed that was in reference to the small spider he’d dispatched yesterday. “I was going to have breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you up…”

Ah, so that was why the pillow seemed warmer and, dare he say, nicer-smelling than usual. Roman turned his head and nuzzled into the crook of Patton’s elbow just as Patton latched onto his shirt and pulled himself closer to Roman’s chest. They sighed happily at the exact same time, then burst into giggles. It took a few minutes to pull themselves together and sit up.

“I don’t know why,” Roman said breathlessly, “I’m always so- so giddy around you.”

Patton blushed and buried his face in Roman’s shoulder, clinging to the front of his shirt to show that any attempt to move away would not be appreciated. Roman wrapped his arms around him and shifted them sideways into the pile of pillows and scattered stuffed animals they slept with, and then they were lying down again, no closer to being out of bed than when they’d started. Roman would have been very happy to stay like that for, oh, a few hours, but Patton seemed to have other ideas.

“You know, we do have to get up at some point, love.”

“If you insist.” He didn’t move.

“Ro, sweetie, c’mon.” Patton wriggled out of his arms, cooing and cupping Roman’s face in his hands when he whined. “I know, honey, I don’t wanna stop cuddling either, but I’m hungry, Roman. You can drag me back into Fluff Mountain after we eat, okay?”

Roman scrunched his face up. “Fiiine.”

Patton beamed at him- more than enough reward for getting up in itself- and kissed him softly before sliding off the bed. “One,” he sang as he very nearly skipped out of the room, and Roman finally remembered what day it was. Their one-year anniversary, to be celebrated with a day spent at home together and a game Patton had suggested: he wanted to give Roman 365 kisses, one for each day they’d been together.

It was a good twenty minutes before Roman got himself out of bed, somewhat dressed and into the kitchen, and even then he stopped dead in the doorway. Patton was stood at the counter mixing something in a bowl, half-turned away, and his face and hair were dappled with the sun that filtered through the blinds and it made him positively glow, like how honey looks when you hold it up in the light, and in Roman’s opinion that was just unfair. As if he weren’t stunning enough already. Roman shook himself from his daze and came up behind Patton to wrap his arms around his shoulders, burying his face in the soft brown curls still messy from sleep. Patton smiled and paused his stirring to pat Roman’s hands that were now crossed over his chest.

Roman adjusted position, resting his head on Patton’s shoulder for a better view. “And to what manner of delightful surprise are you treating me this morning, my darling? Other than yourself, of course,” he added, pressing his lips to Patton’s cheek.

“Waffles!” Patton chirped. “With fruit and whipped cream and chocolate chips and everything.” He turned his head and caught Roman before he moved away. “Two.”

“Um… Patton, dearest… you are going to let me be the one to cook them this time, right?”

“I guess.” He pouted slightly. “You cause one little fire and suddenly nobody trusts you with the waffle iron anymore…”

“Oh, no, don’t give me that sad look, please- I just don’t want to flood the kitchen putting it out again and have to spend our anniversary cleaning that up, alright?”

“It would dampen the mood a little,” Patton reluctantly agreed. Roman gave him a fond sigh for his trouble. “I know, I’ll let you cook them and not complain if you give me another kiss.”

“Of course.” They turned to face each other properly for this one, and it was a good one. It took a few seconds after they parted before Patton came back to reality and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled, his voice still a bit breathy.

“Three.”

Patton didn’t complain about not getting to use the waffle iron, even though he really wanted to, but he did insist on stealing more kisses the entire time. They were forced to stop after the eighth when Roman very slightly burned his hand while distracted. Kiss number nine went on the afflicted finger, along with a bandaid, to make it all better. Then Patton busied himself until the waffles were done by flitting around the kitchen, pulling out everything he could find that could possibly be considered as a topping and arranging the lot in the middle of their kitchen table, working around the vase of flowers that was already serving as a centerpiece.

“Breakfast is served!” Roman announced, setting down two plates with a flourish, each holding a tall stack of waffles. “Of course, you deserve most of the credit, my dear.”

“Aww, no I don’t,” Patton argued, pulling him down for number ten. “You did half of the work.”

Roman turned it into eleven through fourteen. “I beg to differ. You made all the batter-”

“I just used the mix in the cabinet, you know-”

“And you got us out of bed in time to actually count this as breakfast,” he finished, cutting off any further protest with a fifteenth kiss.

“Fine, fine.” Patton giggled. “No more waffling about this, let’s sit down and eat already!”

It wasn’t quite as simple as just sitting down and eating, of course- all that stuff was laid out on the table for a reason, they couldn’t exactly not use it! Roman was taking an artistic approach, carefully drizzling chocolate syrup over strawberries that were set in his whipped cream just so, while Patton simply grabbed anything that looked good and added a liberal amount to the growing pile on his plate, the waffles themselves having long since disappeared.

“That’s… certainly impressive,” Roman managed, watching him dump half a container of sprinkles on top of the whole mess. “Even more impressive if you’re actually able to eat it all.”

Patton looked at it and shrugged. “I will eventually.”

In any case, he certainly wasn’t going to finish it in one go, especially not with so many interruptions. He was barely making a dent at this rate; he hadn’t even reached the waffles yet. “Twenty-three,” he mumbled, and all Roman could think was that he tasted like pure sugar right now. Not that he minded.

Cleaning up together brought them to an even thirty, and then Roman was finally, finally able to carry out his plan of getting Patton back in bed and cuddling him. Neither of them wanted to move after that breakfast, so it was a good thing they weren’t planning to get up any time soon. Three kisses stolen while Roman got his laptop out and started a movie, and another two as they were getting comfortable. They both knew they wouldn’t actually pay it much attention, but it was nice to have something in the background- it wasn’t bad or anything, but no movie could possibly compete when they could be looking at each other. During the opening credits Patton trailed even more kisses up Roman’s neck and along his jawline, finally reaching his lips at forty-five. He pulled back for a second to catch his breath and they leaned their foreheads together, both smiling like there was nothing else in the world.

“So, are you liking my idea?” Forty-six.

“Like it?” Forty-seven. “I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to celebrate this occasion.” Forty-eight. “It’s perfect, sunshine. Just like you.”

Patton laughed and blushed. “Aww…”

Forty-nine. “Oh my goodness you’re even cuter now.” Fifty. “This is absolutely illegal-” fifty-one- “I’m calling the police.”

Patton ducked his head against Roman’s shoulder, smiling, and when he looked up again there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes and Roman knew he was in trouble.

“Well, I guess you would know, wouldn’t you?”

“What exactly-” fifty-two, surprising Roman midsentence- “is that supposed to mean?” He could already feel his face getting warm, but tried to keep his composure.

Fifty-three.

“Just that you must be an expert, you know, since you’re so gosh-darn cute yourself!” Patton held Roman’s face in his hands. Fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, scattered all over his love’s face as if to match the freckles on his own. Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty.

“Pat, you can’t do that,” Roman practically whined as his blush deepened. He was smooth as anything on the other side of this interaction, but when the tables were turned he was a flustered mess.

“Shh, you perfect and beautiful angel, you’ve been complimenting me all morning, it’s my turn now.” He put a finger over Roman’s lips to keep him from saying any more, then replaced it with his own. “Sixty-one,” he added under his breath.

“You’re still keeping track?”

“I’m very determined. Don’t change the subject, let it happen.” Sixty-two, right on the tip of Roman’s nose.

“Fine…” Roman couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as Patton started up again.

“You have the prettiest eyes ever.”

Sixty-three.

“Your hair is really soft and I wanna play with it every time I look at you.”

Sixty-four.

“You’re strong enough to pick me up, which is always great, but also soft enough to be comfortable leaning on. Like right now.”

Sixty-five.

“You try so hard and care so much about everything you do and when I see you get passionate about something, it makes me fall in love all over again.”

Sixty-six.

“Also, you come up with really fun date ideas.”

Sixty-seven.

“I love you.”

Sixty-eight. Patton pulled away a little and admired his work. Roman was smiling at him helplessly, half attempting to hide under a pillow. Patton took both his hands and laced their fingers together.

“One more thing… you’re even cuter when you get all embarrassed.” Sixty-nine, seventy, and then Roman started laughing and then they were both laughing and so in love and the next thing either of them knew they were at eighty-three. They never did end up learning what the movie was about.

By the time the movie they weren’t watching ended, sometime in the early afternoon, they were over a third of the way to their goal. A hundred and sixty-four kisses down, 201 to go. They might have stayed right where they were until they were finished, if not for the doorbell ringing at about two-thirty. Even Patton grumbled at having to get up this time, but it wouldn’t be very nice to invite their friends over and then not let them in, and they had indeed asked Logan and Virgil to come over and join them for a picnic lunch today. So instead of staying in bed and texting them to go away like they both sort of wanted to do, Patton went to greet them while Roman got their things together.

“Hey, guys!”

“I take it you… lost track of time a bit?” Logan asked, indicating Patton’s still-uncombed hair and Roman knocking things over in the kitchen trying to get everything ready. Patton laughed sheepishly.

“You could say that…”

“Should I even ask?” Virgil raised an eyebrow and smirked at Patton’s blush, snickering when Logan gave him a look. “Oh yeah. Happy anniversary, or whatever.” He held out a small gift bag.

“Oh! Aww, you didn’t have to get us anything!”

He shifted, embarrassed. “Don’t get excited, it’s just a gift card.”

“We thought you might like to go out to dinner,” Logan added.

“That’s probably for the best,” Patton admitted, wincing as he looked over his shoulder at the current state of the kitchen. “Why don’t you come in and sit down while we finish getting ready?” He ushered the two inside, giving them both hugs, and ran off to make himself presentable enough to leave the house. Of course, this involved going past Roman, so naturally he got sidetracked for another five kisses or so, but eventually he did manage to brush his hair. Eventually.

Logan went to help Roman in the kitchen, while Virgil waited to catch Patton as soon as he came back and distracted him with conversation to keep him out of the kitchen. Y’know, so anything could actually get done. After a good fifteen minutes of patiently allowing Patton to gush at him about the unbearably cute things that had happened earlier, Virgil was rather relieved when they were finally ready to go. That relief was short-lived, however, as soon as he realised that now he was going to be trapped in a car with the lovesick idiots until they reached their picnic spot. At least he was in front with Logan so they could make disgusted faces at each other when necessary.

Twenty minutes later, they were at the park. It was a popular destination on such a lovely summer day, but they managed to find a place to set up that wasn’t too close to anyone else. They spread their blanket out in a field of grass and wildflowers and started getting the food out. Although Roman had wanted to make something big and impressive, there hadn’t exactly been time for anything fancier than sandwiches, but he and Patton weren’t all that hungry anyway after the waffles earlier. …Which seemed to be a good thing, considering how distracted they currently were.

“Oh my god, are you two ever going to leave each other alone long enough to eat?”

“Wanna get to two hundred,” Patton explained- or rather, mumbled indistinctly, since he was in fact kissing Roman at that very moment. They both almost fell over when Logan and Virgil grabbed their shirts and pulled them apart.

“It can wait. Please.”

After that, the four of them could at least interact like human beings for a while. It was nice, just talking with their friends, but Patton and Roman were on a mission today and as soon as the conversation died down, they slipped away to a more secluded spot, AKA the other side of a tree five feet away. It wasn’t for privacy so much as to stop Virgil making gagging noises at them. As soon as they were out of sight, Logan muttered something about “worse than teenagers,” and didn’t give them long to themselves before announcing they needed to be getting home soon. The two mostly behaved themselves on the way back, so they were almost sure Virgil was joking when he swore he and Logan were never giving them a ride anywhere again.

“We should probably apologize to them for being so distracted,” Patton giggled, pulling Roman down onto the couch with him.

“Mhm.” Two hundred and three. “…Later.”

Determined though they were, even the world’s sappiest couple had to slow down at some point. They spent a few hours doing things like playing the board game Life, except with both of them in the same car, because that way nobody would lose and also duh, and then eventually went out to use the restaurant gift card from Logan and Virgil. They had to keep it toned down there, too, because it was a slightly fancy restaurant and there were limits on acceptable PDA before people starting giving them looks. When they got home, they were still about a hundred kisses away from their goal.

“What now?” Roman yawned involuntarily. “I’m going to need a lot of beauty sleep after today.”

“First of all, you’re always beautiful, so jot that down.” #270 was pressed softly just below Roman’s ear.

He returned it. “Of course the only memes you know are the wholesome versions.”

“Memes?” Patton asked innocently, going for his nose this time. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Roman made a vague noise of protest- muffled for, well, obvious reasons- and then remembered something. “I have a confession to make, sweetheart.”

“Mm, what is it?” Patton couldn’t possibly imagine it being anything bad, so his soft smile never faltered as he continued his important work.

He held up a flash drive, stepping back for a moment so Patton would actually notice it. “I planned something for today, too.”

They returned to the bedroom where Roman’s laptop was, and Patton had to wonder why he hadn’t just had whatever it was on there in the first place.

“You might have seen it, love,” he pointed out. “You do borrow it sometimes.”

Patton nodded sheepishly. “When I can’t find mine.”

“I still don’t understand how you managed to lose it in the laundry that time. It’s not as if it could have been in your pocket.” He wrapped an arm around Patton and kissed his shoulder, where his shirt had slipped a little. “You needn’t worry, though; I would buy you a thousand replacements if I had to.”

“You’d run out of money.”

“Then I would steal you a new laptop.”

“Please don’t do crimes for me, Ro.”

“If you insist.” He kissed Patton again to distract him while he finished setting up- bringing them to two hundred eighty-five- and when he pulled back, gently turned the other’s head to face the screen. “Here- look at this.”

Patton gasped at the sight of the two of them, only a little younger and a lot more oblivious. “Is that- this is from before we were even dating, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Roman wasn’t even watching the screen; Patton’s reactions were much more captivating. “I had Logan and Virgil help me put this together… that’s why we took so long in the kitchen earlier, Logan and I had to make sure it was ready. It’s all the videos we’ve taken of our relationship, between the four of us. I… might’ve had to steal your phone at some point to get yours, but… I thought it would be nice. Like a timeline of us.”

“I don’t mind,” Patton breathed. He was tearing up as he watched Roman’s younger self blush to death the first time Patton got the courage to return his flirting, recorded by a mercilessly teasing Virgil, neither of them having any idea they’d end up here. “I- I love it…”

Roman wrapped an arm around him, pulling him against his side, and kissed Patton’s cheek so tenderly it should’ve counted as at least three. “Keep watching.”

Patton was full-on crying by the time the clip of them actually getting together came up. Roman paused the video to help him collect himself. “Oh, darling, I didn’t mean to make you cry…”

“It’s okay,” Patton sniffed, smiling. “It’s a good cry. I just- love you so much…”

Three hundred. “I love you so much, too. Want to keep watching?”

He nodded.

The video of their first date had been taken by Patton himself. They’d been friends for ages, and yet they were so awkward here, stumbling over their words only to make eye contact and burst into flustered giggles. Their first kiss wasn’t exactly recorded, because Patton had dropped his phone with a squeak when Roman leaned forward and initiated it.

“We were such a mess,” Patton sighed.

“Were?”

“…We were even more of a mess than we are now.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

They kept watching. Nearly every moment of the compilation was unbearably sappy, and they were both tearing up again by the end, thinking about how far they’d come. The last clip faded to black, and then… something Patton certainly didn’t remember being there for.

Roman was sitting on Virgil’s couch, looking questioningly past the camera. Virgil’s voice was heard in the background: “Yes, I’m recording, start talking already!”

“Alright, alright,” Roman muttered. He took a breath and turned his gaze back to the camera. His current self squeezed Patton’s hand.

“Patton… well, first of all, happy anniversary. I mean, assuming you don’t somehow break up with me between now and next week- not that you would, I mean, who would ever break up with me-”

“You’re rambling,” Virgil said from offscreen.

“Right. Sorry. I just… I don’t even know how to tell you how happy it makes me to wake up to you every morning. I- I’m so lucky to have met you, you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, and- god, I’m forgetting the whole speech…” He paused a moment to collect himself. “My point is… I don’t want to live without you, Patton, ever. I want to wake up with you every morning. So… turn around?”

He turned, breathless, and found Roman holding a ring.

“Patton, darling, love of my life… will you marry me?”

Patton fell against him, crying and giggling helplessly. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, “yes, Ro, honey, of course I will.”

“Oh,” Roman breathed, smile spreading across his face.. “Thank goodness. Er… why are you laughing?”

“It’s just-” Patton broke down in laughter again and dug through his pockets to present Roman with his own tiny box. “I- I was going to wait until we were done with the kisses…”

Roman couldn’t help laughing now, too, it was all so ridiculous and perfect and he was just so happy.

“I had my own little speech and everything…”

“Well, I’d hate to deprive my fiance of anything he should want to do!” Roman exclaimed. “How about we finish those up now, and you can have a turn proposing?”

“Sounds good,” Patton managed between giggles, and they set out to do just that.

#sanders sides #royality #patton sanders #roman sanders #do you even know how many times i made myself cry writing this? it was a lot #my post #my writing

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whindsor · 5 years

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@universalfanfic this has been a long time coming....a little sprinkles and honey au for your giveaway gift!

Sutton woke up early for once, actually leaping out of bed with a vigor she didn’t know she could possess before the sun came up, especially on a Sunday. Sure, the bakery was closed today, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going in. They still had to prepare mixes, organize orders, and clean up for the party they were going to host tonight.

And, the new ovens were coming in.

She splurged on the fancy coffee on the way to the bakery, actually going in a storefront instead of stopping at a stand. Dawn was just breaking when she reached her own storefront (which now sported a beautiful new sign), and she was surprised to find the back door unlocked and the light already on.

“Happy new ovens day!” she sang as she pushed the door open with her hip, holding the coffee aloft like the award they’d won a month prior. The glass cake stand engraved with American Bake Off Champions was displayed in the front of the store, but she could still see it if she leaned over just right.

“Best day of the decade!” Mika replied, also holding her hands up in celebration. She then grabbed Sutton by the face, kissing one cheek and then the other, and then the first again for good measure. Normally Sutton would be a little overwhelmed with the affection, but today she would allow it. “How are you this morning, champion?”

“Amazing. And yourself?” Sutton asked, handing her one of the coffees.

“The same.” she said with a smile, taking a sip. She perched against the big counter, her fingers tapping against the coffee cup. Normally she only fidgeted when she was nervous, but Sutton assumed she was just excited. “So Sutton-”

“Oh my gosh, are these all the new orders?” Sutton said, not meaning to interrupt her friend/business partner but unable to hold back her astonishment at the pile of papers on the printer.

“Yes, but I need to-”

“We’re going to have to get another binder. Is Office Depot open today? It’s a Sunday...”

“Sutton-”

“Oh it doesn’t matter anyway, the guys with the ovens are going to be here between nine and noon and we have so much cleaning to do-”

“Sutton!” at Mika’s insistence, Sutton stopped the avalanche of things to add to the to-do list.

“What?” she asked, curious. Was she missing something? Mika opened her mouth to respond, but both of them were interrupted by a male voice coming from the back utility room.

“Okay Meeks, I found the leak, so the dishwasher should be good to go - oh hey, Sutton.” Bucky strolled into the room, a wrench in his hand and a tool belt slung over his shoulder. Sutton stared, dumbfounded, with her gaze flipping between him and Mika.

“Hi.” she finally said, once the silence had gone way past awkward. She turned fully to Mika, her voice high and tight. “Could I borrow you for a moment?”

Mika gave Bucky a warm smile before allowing Sutton to tug her through the swinging door into the front, still holding onto her coffee. Whether it was for actual caffeine dependency or just something to do with her hands, Sutton wasn’t sure.

“Okay,” she started, tugging her hand free so she could put it on Sutton’s shoulder. “Listen, I tried to tell you-”

“What is he doing here?” Sutton whisper-yelled through clenched teeth.

“He just said he wanted to help-”

“Help? With what?”

“I may have mentioned last night how much work we had to do today-”

“Last night?!”

“I know how it looks but nothing happened!”

“Nothing hap-?!”

“We just met for dinner and it got really late and I didn’t want him to ride the train with the weirdos that late at night-”

“How late was it, exactly?”

“And I said I had to get up early and he offered to help-”

“But he’s not supposed to be here until tonight-”

“I’m sorry!” Mika pressed her lips together, looking very apologetic and holding her coffee so tightly Sutton was afraid she was going to crush the paper cup. Sutton took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. After all, this wasn’t Mika’s fault. She just wasn’t always that great with surprises.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Sutton finally said. She’d known Mika was crushing on the other baker; why should she be surprised that they were hanging out now? “I’m sorry I freaked out. I just got a little overwhelmed.”

“Still, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.” Mika said, visibly relieved now that the wrinkle was smoothed over. “Though, this would probably be a good time to tell you-”

“Who wants doughnuts?” a starkly different male voice echoed from the back room, making Sutton’s eyes go wide.

“Steve is here too?” she said, so frozen that she couldn’t even yell. Mika gave her a sheepish grin, bracing herself for another meltdown. Sutton numbly nodded her head. “Huh. This might as well happen.”

“Hey Meeks, you guys are out of coffee. Want me to go get some from the bodega around the corner?” Bucky poked his head out from the kitchen. It was a little odd to see someone besides Mika at that door, but it didn’t really look unnatural.

“Oh, I can get it - we’re very particular.” she said, grabbing Sutton by the belt loop of her jeans and forcing her to move. Sutton suddenly found herself wishing she’d dressed a little better than her jeans and ratty tshirt. Why didn’t she brush her hair this morning?

“Well just tell me which one to get.” he said with a flirtatious grin. Mika patted his chest with a little too much familiarity before sliding into the kitchen, Sutton following behind her and trying to prepare herself for who was on the other side of the door.

“That’s the problem, we never remember the name of it. We just know what it looks like.” she said, grabbing her purse. Sutton finally made eye contact with Steve, who gave her a bright smile for someone who came all the way from Brooklyn so early in the morning. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll go with you.” Bucky immediately offered. He nodded at Steve. “Don’t eat all those before we get back.”

“No promises.” he said. Mika and Bucky ducked out the back, leaving the two of them alone. “You look surprised.” he said, looking at her with those darn blue eyes.

“I am surprised. I wasn’t aware we were going to have...visitors this early.” she said. Why was she nervous? It was just Steve. Just the super cute guy that she hadn’t seen (or stopped thinking about) in a month. He held up the white box.

“Well surprise or no, I did bring sustenance. And an extra set of hands to get everything ready for tonight.” he said. Oh, so they were still planning to come tonight? Sutton felt her insides twist, but she realized it wasn’t with nerves - it was excitement.

“Are those from the place right next to the train station?” she asked, pulling the box towards her. He scoffed, loud and offended, at the notion.

“I’m not starting my day with a weak Manhattan doughnut. No, I made these myself, the right way.” he said with a grin. Sutton noticed his hair was just slightly disheveled, as if he hadn’t gotten much sleep and thought to fix it last minute. She didn’t mind it.

“Hey, don’t make fun of our doughnuts. Then I’ll start making fun of your pizza.” she said sharply, flipping the box open. She had to admit, the doughnuts did look really appetizing. “And I’ll be the judge if you did these ‘the right way’.”

“I look forward to your assessment.” he replied. He gestured to the box. “Go on.”

“Alright, alright.” she huffed, pretending to be annoyed so that he wouldn’t realize how he made her feel like a teenager again. She picked up one glazed in chocolate, going to tear off a bite.

“Now let me stop you right there.” he said as she barely broke the outside of the doughnut. She could already spot the perfect aeration and texture. Oh man. “Doughnuts aren’t meant to be torn. You gotta go face first.”

“Maybe in Brooklyn where you’re cavemen, but not here.” she teased, knowing full well that if she was alone she’d consider trying to stuff a whole one in her mouth in one bite.

“Can you quit fighting me and just trust me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. The challenge in his face made something stir behind her sternum, and it took a second to gather herself before she huffed.

“Fine, fine.” she said, going to take a full bite from it. Just as she suspected, it was soft and buttery and warm and perfect. Not that she would ever tell him that.

“So?” he asked, and she remembered oh yea, she had to stop thinking about how utterly mind blowing this doughnut was and give him a response.

“It’s alright.” she said lightly. At his perked eyebrow, her facade finally broke. “Okay fine. It may be the best doughnut I’ve ever had.”

“That’s what I thought.” he said, looking entirely too proud of himself. It made Sutton want to start researching doughnut recipes. “Oh, you’ve got-” he reached out, tenderly wiping the corner of her mouth. He was so close that she could smell the lingering scent of frying, probably oil splashing on his shirt from making these this morning. His hands were so gentle, despite being so strong.

“See? That’s why you tear it.” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t move away, and neither did he. In fact, he just grinned at her.

“Nah,” he said, licking the bit of chocolate from his thumb. “that’s how you know it’s good.”

Sutton had to admit that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

#mutton au #mutton bakery au #i hope this is okay!#i just really love this au #forever and always #also i didn't proofread this so #here's hoping it's not terrible lolz #thank you for being so amazing and supportive #i love yoooouuuuu #toff tag

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ask-joeydrewstudios · 6 years

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Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 16

@disneyphantomlover: ((You know it’s bad when not even Bendy trusts the mechanic. Also, this link is important for the nameless song they play. 9w9 ))

Bendy was rather proud of himself!

Not only was Mr. Sammy Wes happier now, but the Music Director showed him how to play a song on the piano! It was a weird but fun song, and he liked flicking his tail to the beat. Sammy Wes was mumbling some lyrics under his breath, but he refused to sing them outright. It was a little frustrating, but honestly, the demon didn’t care too much. It was more fun learning how to bounce his hand along the black and white keys like the blond did, and make a recognizable melody out of it.

He’d played the song over and over until the melody was stuck in his head! Then he shoved Sammy Wes to the side and played it himself all the way through. “What’s the name of this one??”

The blond man smirked, holding a finger up to his lips to hush him.

Now that only made him all the curious-er! He stood on the bench, his tail circling and snapping around him. “Cmooooon! What’s the name? I wanna know!”

Sammy’s huge hand came down and patted Bendy’s head inbetween the horns, and it took a minute for the demon to realize that noise coming out of the man was a friendly chuckle. “It’s just a lil song that ain’t coming out for a few years. It’ll be reaaall popular in a bit, just you wait.”

WHOA. Bendy felt his eyes grow large from an influx of ink, his little jaw dropping just so. WHOOOOOAAAAAA. He was the first to hear a song?? A big ol’ popular one at that?! Oh gosh! This was fantastic!! This was amazing!! He couldn’t help rocking back and forth on his heels, grinning for all he was worth. “Thanks, Sammy Wes!!”

“Only one thing, ya lil menance.” Even though his Sammy called him a “menace” a lot, it was actually nice hearing it from Sammy Wes. He seemed genuinely teasing and playful about it. Even when he poked Bendy on his nonexistent nose. “Since it’s not coming out for a while, I ain’t telling you the name of it. That fair?”

“Well. NO.” He stopped rocking on his heels as much, pouting a little. But… He did take a second to think about it. It was his special gift from Sammy Wes. “….But I guess I can deal with that. Can I at least call it yer song?”

That made the man smile widely, and he nodded. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Bendy shot off like a bottle rocket then. He needed to share this with Boris and Alice! They’d be soooooo jealous! He got a special song from the other Sammy, and they didn’t. And he’d be the only toon taught to play on Sammy’s piano! …Okay, so it wasn’t their Sammy, but Sammy Wes was close enough! He was almost to the stairs when he saw the ink. Nothing but ink filled the entire stairwell, and the little demon grimaced. Wally was going to freak out when he saw this… And so would Mr. Connor. He needed to find someone else who could fix this… Seeing so much ink like that always made him a little anxious.

Just as he was going to go find someone, a tall man walked right by him. “Oh wonderful… Another leak…” Bendy blinked as the man set down a toolbox on the stairs’ landing and took a few steps into the ink. The ink was already up to his hips when he stopped going down the stairs and stopped to survey the burst pipe. The first thing that the Devil Darling considered was the fact that while he didn’t recognize the man, his voice was familiar. No idea from where though… “Gonna have to replace this whole coupling later.”

Oh! Wait! Now he did! This must be Murray Hill! He’d never seen the man, but he recognized his voice from when he was in the pipes! Maybe he should go hide…

“Hey. Little Demon? Mind passing me a rag out of my kit?”

…..Or he could be addressed?? That was an option he hadn’t considered. “I-…Uhhh….Okay.” He threw open the kit, finding a few rags at the top and tossing one to the mechanic. “Heads up!”

The man didn’t even turn around, but he caught it anyways! Used it to wipe some ink spatters off his face before leaning in. “Much obliged.”

Bendy sat down, watching as the mechanic picked up a few tools, wading back and forth between a few stairs as he replaced the metal that held two pipes together. He was pretty fast, and the little devil enjoyed watching him work. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, with Murray working on the pipe and Bendy humming his new song. It helped lessen his anxiety about seeing SO MUCH INK THERE, but not by much.

Didn’t help that the demon could only handle silence for so long. “How come you ain’ freaked out by me?”

Murray was wiping his hands with the rag, attempting to sop up some of the ink before it stained his pale hands. “Eh. Seen too many Creations to be really surprised.”

“Creations?” Bendy let his head cock to the side, curiosity getting the better of him. “I thought Joey only made three of us.”

“Well… Other people have the same idea Mr. Drew did.” The man bounced his shoulders in a shrug. The pure lack of surprise in his voice made Bendy’s ink crawl. “It’s why I get called in so much. Help make cartoons like you real.”

…..That made logical sense. At least to his simple protagonist mind. But something felt wrong…. The demon couldn’t place it, but something about that man’s response felt off. Like a nasty note, or a bad model sheet. It wasn’t obviously wrong, but just enough to make him take notice. Joey told him that it took a lot of stuff like blood and ink and knowing the right rituals just to bring one of them to life. Him, Boris, and even Alice were here because of a lot of hard work and sacrificing on Joey’s part. And Murray sounded so… Uninterested. What part about living cartoons was uninteresting?

He pulled himself to his feet, taking a few steps back. “I'mma… I'mma go find Joey. Someone’s gotta tell him about this pipe.” He took off before the mechanic could respond to him. Something felt wrong and he’d feel better being near his Creator. Joey made things better. He may be a crazy, hare-brained man who liked the occult too much, but…. He was his Dad. And when uncomfortable, you go to your Dad.

It took a little longer than he liked to find Joey Drew, with ink starting to drip down his face and obscuring the vision in his left eye. But he tracked the man down and found him in Sammy’s office. He peeked through the glass, and saw Mr. Sammy Wes handing him a sealed envelope. It was soooo hard to hear through the glass, but he tried!

“-is how the boys at my Studio avoided getting drafted. ….It may not work the same here, but it’s a start. Just follow my directions, kay Drew?”

“I can do that. ….But…Would any of this apply to Henry? So he doesn’t get taken?”

“Absolutely. But you cannot- fucking look at me, Joey-you CANNOT open that until the date that’s on there. If you do, it’ll be suspcious.”

“Okay, okay…. I’ll keep this in my study. ….And Sammy Wes? …Thank you. I wouldn’t know where to begin with this… A draft? Why would they need to draft for a war?”

“….I don’t know, Drew. Cuz the military’s got its head up its ass and likes butting in unnessecarily? I couldn’ tell ya.”

Oh geeez… More stuff involving that “deployed” thing. Bendy scowled slightly, walking the short distance to the office door and knocking on it. Joey answered it, and Bendy couldn’t help but latch onto one of his legs and hang on for dear life. He didn’t notice Joey picking him up and holding him close, trying to coax something out of him. He just needed Joey right now. Nothing with that impending human stuff, or that creepy mechanic.

“Hey… What’s wrong, buddy?” That was Mr. Sammy Wes. He felt a second hand on his back, rubbing small circles on his shoulders.

Bendy couldn’t answer.

Joey deflated with a sigh, and Bendy felt a pat on the back of his head. “Cmon. I’ll take you to the office.” The demon felt his Creator start walking, through the door before stopping. “… We can do the ritual tonight, Sammy. Okay?”

“Okay.”

((THERE IS SOMETHING SO WONDERFULLY INNOCENT AND ENERGETIC ABOUT THE WAY YOU WRITE BENDY AND HIS RELATED NARRATIONS. And he got so excited over the Secret Song™ wes played, that’s so darn cute. I’ve prolly said it already but I live for cute interactions between the toons and Wes, and Bendy seeking out Joey when things got Weird, he got all quiet and just grabbed his leg and like… fuck man I Love It. Poor Babby. man just kill me now this is some Wholesome Fuckin’ Content, Too Good And Wholesome For This World.

And I am dying to know what is up with Murray. The mystery is real. I’m on the edge of my seat here xD Anyway thank you for the fic!! <3 <3))

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thealpacalypse-archive · 7 years

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more liveblogging because i cannot shut up about this show it’s so freaking good [insert a million heart eye emojis]

i’m at the training montage video now and loving every second of it

first of all, heck yea for Aggie going full on witch, especially her amazing space outfit omg I WANT that look i’m so gonna steal it

(if i can find that shirt and the skirt anywhere)

also, that bit where Erica is talking nonsense about sitting still and focusing, and Aggie just looks at her and sloooowly pushes the cup from the table with her hand. A+++++ move for asshole cats and telekinetic witches alike

and thEN AGATHA’S AUTISTIC PRIDE SHIRT I AM LIVING

and Gemma’s panda beanie came back to grace my eyes with its (cute) presence on Gemma’s head

okay honestly Erica????? triggering a person to make them do magic?????????????????? wtf

i’m so glad Aggie exists in my life now because she’s actual #goals in so many ways

definitely in fashion

also in laughing about straight people rom coms with Gemma

and that intense level of sarcasm, damn, gotta learn that

also, Gemma and Aggie shouting “Mystic!” and “Valor!” at each other and me, a smol Team Instinct gay, just sitting here, chilling [sunglass emoji]

(honestly why am I not typing these on my phone? they’d be so much more fun with emojis)

Aggie acknowledging her “living priviledge”

omg

that whole conversation is literally the best thing I was ever allowed to witness

Aggie is a beautifully stimmy girl and i love her

and then that whole conversation of them talking about pathokinesis omg and Gemma being so scared i’m gonna cry

it’s okay Gem we got you hon

aaaahahaha and they look so guilty when Erica walks in on them cuddling loool

[tfw you’re finally about to make a move on your crush and your combustion witch friend comes in and explodes the moment] I’M SCREAMING

the rainbow dino baseball shirt aka. the love of my life is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the agatha and wally relationship gives me way too many emotions considering they’re never even on screen together

honestly???? i always feel so bad for the fantasy kids who get stuck with the insomnia and the bad dreams and all that. going without sleep, or becoming afraid of dreaming, is one of the most messed up things i can imagine doing to a character. if you go without proper sleep for long enough, things will begin to shift, everything will begin to look different, and not so much in a good way. i feel for Wally

i have so many emotions about Wally anyway. poor kid, so far from home, missing his sister so much.....

WHOA OKAY AGATHA IS MOVING THE CAMERA WITH HER POWERS THAT IS THE COOLEST WEBSERIES MOVE I HAVE EVER SEEN

and by that i mean, what a fucking incredible way to connect the storytelling device and the story, in a way that makes sense in-story wise and makes everything so much easier and better outside of the story!!!!!!

GOSH DARN PARAFABLE SURE KNOW THEIR MEDIUM

aaaaahhhh and Aggie looks so pleased with herself it’s amazing

all the cool webseries kids are watching Buffy, makes me think that i should finally watch that, too

no time tho, got too many awesome webseries to watch

(this is the only one I’m watching at the moment, I admit. but shush)

agatha spacing out like that is scaring me :/

are there for grown people literally hiding behind a few leaves???? omg those folks are incredible

“you’re a healing person and I’m a sensing person” well, whoever you are, you’re not very good at sensing that you’re being filmed by some nerds who hide behind a couple of leaves

are they calling Agatha “slender”?? omg

okay so i actually wanted to go to bed after this video but then I saw Wally sitting on Viola’s bedsheets and I’m?????? i wasn’t aware of how many details of 12gw are burnt into my brain, but my heart flipped instantly when i saw these

okay gonna watch this one more wally video and then go to bed

Wally being extra salty and angry about Aggie’s cliffhangers is Me tbh

yaaaaasss Wally let it all out my boy <3

but also poor him i wanna give him a thousand hugs

Daphne is so pretty????? but I somehow still don’t trust her. i’m pretty sure the only person I trust around Wally is Jake, and even with him i’m scared that i’m going to regret it

Wally getting “a tad overprotective” over Jake tho is my THING

AAAAAHHHH??? DAPHNE’S CUTE SKIRT HAS POCKETS????? well maybe i should trust her after all

also she’s helping Wally sleep, so that’s gotta count for something

i think i’m getting a tad overprotective over Wally here, friends, don’t mind me, i’m just projecting away like always

i’m only noticing now the “thanks to our indiegogo backers” part of the info box and it reads like the who’s who of webseries fandom and I just wanna say, thank you all for supporting this amazing webseries who has become the light of my life in the course of not even 24 hours

and by “light of my life” i actually mean “hyperfixation that keeps me up at unreasonable hours and that I annoy everybody with because i’m not able to shut up about it”

honestly thank you folks so much. and obviously that whole cast and crew as well. you folks rock!!!

#unups #the uncanny upshurs #balth's uncanny liveblog #my posts

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royal-despair-threads · 5 years

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Leon & Izaya [Prologue]

Leon glances about, looking for the fluffiest hair in the vicinity. He spots a nervous looking bit of fluff across the room pretty quickly. Izaya has quite a few defining features after all. He approaches slowly, not sure if even moving too quickly would scare them. Once reaching them, Leon taps their shoulder gently.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I went a bit too far earlier. You passed out and all... I didn't mean to freak you out, sometimes I just get a little too affectionate. It's in my nature to tease people." He laughs, but Leon is rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, h-here. To make it up to you." He pulls out a piece of grape candy and holds it out to Izaya.

Luckily for Leon, Izaya was still rather groggy from having just returned to consciousness; they only flinched a little when he tapped their shoulder, "Ah, Leon!" They sat up a bit, carefully rolling their shoulders to unstiffen them. Naturally, Leon brought up their fainting spell earlier, causing Izaya to flush bright pink in embarrassment,

"I'm um. I'm sorry you, well, that you had to see that, Leon-san..." They pinged their sweatband to try and calm down, "I-I'm um, that kind of....non-familial, uh, c-contact is so unusual for me, I just.....I'm sorry, I didn- I didn't mean to make you worry, really!!-"

"No, no, you're fine! I went too far, I know. I don't think I was ever taught boundaries when it comes to that sort of thing, so forgive me while I'm learning!" Leon sits down next to Izaya, careful not to sit on his brace. It's okay sometimes, but right now his leg is aching a bit. He slowly pulls back his hand, as Izaya doesn't seem interested in the candy right now.

He's had the issue of figuring out just how touchy with people he should be for a while now. For Izaya's sake he hopes it doesn't persist, it's not at all his intention to make them uncomfortable.

"Oh! N-no, it's alright!! I really.....I need to be more open to people. S-So please don't blame yourself." Izaya eyed the candy anxiously. They hadn't noticed it at first considering they'd just awoken, but now they felt too awkward to say 'oh I'll take it', but at the same time they felt bad for not seeing it sooner. Heck, awake for two minutes and they're already panicking.

"I, um....the hug, you...you're very nice to hug!" Izaya complimented shyly. Was that too weird of a compliment to make to someone you admire? they really hoped not...

He visibly relaxes at the compliment. That means they don't feel uncomfortable enough to stop talking to him. Thank god. "Ah, thank you! You're a very nice person to hug~" Leon beams, pressing the candy into Izaya's hand after seeing them glance at it. They seem the type to stay quiet if it pleases someone else. He hopes he can help them gain a bit of confidence!

Oh! Candy! And a compliment?!?!?!? Izaya's flushed cheeks escalated from pink to red, "Y-you're so kind, Leon-san! I 'm not that good at hugs, surely..." They looked somewhere between trying to legitimately accept the compliment and seconds away from denying they were at all huggable, "U-um, are you a b-big brother, Leon-san? I-I mean, you're very affectionate, a-and um....protective?" They hoped that was the right word.

"You're very good at hugs, trust me! It helps that you're very soft~" He's halfway between trying to get Izaya to accept the compliment and teasing lightly, as always. At their inquiry, Leon shakes his head. "Nope! I'm actually a younger brother, but it's very sweet of you to tell me I have those qualities. I try to exude them the best I can."

The teasing is definitely flustering Izaya, that's for sure. Those mismatched eyes were focusing on literally anything else other than Leon; lord knows Izaya could never handle a compliment, but especially from someone so sweet such a compliment had them utterly surprised, "S-Soft? M-Me? I, well, soft is, I mean-!" they babbled nervously. To stop themselves they decided to eat the candy and hope it helped- Oh wow, Grape sure....is a flavour. Izaya's face resembled that one face babies make when they try a lemon for the first time. They tried to play it off but hoo, grape is....a very new flavour for them.

He laughs lightly at their flustered state before an empathetic smile rises to his countenance. "You hate grape too, huh? That makes two of us. Here, just spit it out, you can have my butterscotch." Leon pulls out his only piece of butterscotch. He had found it in the pile of grape candy, of which he despises. He was going to save it for later when he really needed it, but ah well. Izaya needs it more. Leon holds it out to them.

They shook their head, "I-I do't hade id," came the muffled, definitely wince-filled reply, "ids jus....bewy taggy...." Izaya really did hate it, but what kind of friend would they be if they just spat out the candy?! Wait, is that....NO, they couldn't accept Leon's only good candy!!! "L-Leon-san, no! I'w be alride! Sabe youw goog caddy!" They really weren't liking the grape but they couldn't let Leon waste their one and only good candy on them, they just couldn't..!

Leon makes sure to wear a pout on his lips to make Izaya think better of it. "Are you sure? It would make me feel a lot better seeing you enjoy yourself than actually eating it myself. A cute smile on your face would put more sweetness in my life than any amount of candy could ever dream of doing." He's still holding out his hand stubbornly, refusing to give in.

Oh nooooo.... Izaya can't say no to that, "....I....Awe you suwe?" They asked, still somehow not spitting out the hell candy. The more I read that back the more it sounds like OWO speak.

"I'm sure!~ I just want to see you happy. And it's already a nice experience to see that someone else doesn't like it either." He presses the piece of butterscotch into their hand, feeling a bit disheartened that he wouldn't be able to eat it after all. But it's worth it!

Izaya looked at the candy and looked to Leon. Oh gosh.....they swallowed the grape candy, enduring the horrible taste. They held up the butterscotch candy and looked to Leon, ".....I....I'd be even happier, if you um,.....if I could share it....w-with you?" they looked at Leon with those puppy dog eyes.

Leon's eyes narrow slightly. Did they just swallow that piece of candy? He's torn between abiding by their wishes or denying them of their request just for that. But socialization is a two-way street, right? He sighs lightly, but nods. "Sure. Only because it will make you happy, I'll compromise."

Izaya smiled, "I'm glad! I um," they stammered, gently breaking the candy in two, "I like when you smile so, it um, seeing you happy it, it makes me happy too!" Oh my god, thats so sappy. Izaya handed Leon a half with a smile. D'aww.

He smiles a bit at that. Leon's smile only grows when he pops his half of the butterscotch piece into his mouth. His eyes slide shut in pure bliss. The flavor alone warms his mouth, and as he swallows some of it it starts to warm his stomach too. His tense muscles relax some. He was complaining about the lack of sweets earlier, but it seems even Leon didn't know the extent of that. He refuses to chew or swallow the piece lest this end so soon.

Awwww, seeing Leon so happy made Izaya smile. That and the lovely smoothe butterscotch was complete bliss compared to the tangy hell from earlier. They followed suit and decided to let the candy melt. as they did so, Izaya looked to Leon curiously; Leon really did like sweets, huh? They figured perhaps in this case the interest matches the interestee.....was that even a word?

"Ah, sweets are so good!~" His eyes slide open. "I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am, I love butterscotch. It's my second favorite kind of candy~" He chimes.

"Wow, r-really? My favourite is probably white chocolate if I had to pick. But this tastes good too!" they hoped their chipping in hadn't sounded rude.

Leon doesn't seem to react negatively, so it probably isn't true. "I remember! I also added it to my growing list of everyone's favorite candies, so I'll be sure to make it when I can."

"Y-you will?!" Oh my god, they're doing the anime eye sparkles. "No one's ever made me chocolate before!"

He smiles warmly and laughs a bit. Izaya is just too cute. “Of course! So get to enjoy it~”

"I will! I promise!" Judging by the smile, Izaya was pretty darn happy! They piped up, "How do you make your chocolates? Is it a family recipe??" Wow, they're actually asking questions! they are confirmed comfortable around Leon hell yeah.

Hell yeah! Leon winks and presses his index finger to his lips. “Secret~ But it’s not a family recipe, I made it myself.” God Izaya is adorable.

Oh that's so cool! Izaya looked even more interested, "F-Forreal?! Wow, that's incredible!" they sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck, "I wish I could do something that cool, the only things I can make explode. And uh, not with flavour, haha..."

“Oh, but fireworks are so beautiful! I only see them sometimes, but the mood is always so pleasant and romantic when I do!” He beams.

"W-Wow, that's so lovely! I've always seen it as just a job, I guess. I never really thought fireworks could be romantic for some people..." they looked perplexed, like they're just learned a cool new fact, "I guess I could make um, heart shaped fireworks sometime.."

Leon’s eyes shine as he’s presented this new information. “That would be beautiful! I’ve always seen couples kissing under fireworks, so that would be amazing.”

"You think so?" Izaya asked, "I've never kissed anyone, um, with or without fireworks, so I wouldn't know." Izaya moved some hair behind their ear, "I remember one time someone asked me to- to make a firework that read um....what was it?...." they frowned trying to remember, "Oh um, it was 'Yeet'. I still have no idea what it means..."

“I think it’s an internet thing. You’re better off asking Seojun.” He laughs lightly. “Hey hey, if he were to make a romantic gesture do you think he’d pull something like that?? Throwing memes into the sky?”

Izaya snorted at that, cackling quietly, "Oh my god, dude, if he did I would cry." Izaya when would you ever not cry? "Honestly, do- do you think Seojun would actually do that?"

“Absolutely. I’ll ask him when I see him next just to confirm!~” He’s cackling quietly at this point thinking of Seojun’s reaction.

Izaya gave Leon a playful smile, "So, Seojun, hm? Is um, is he your type?" IZAYAYOUCAN'TJUSTASKTHAT. They realised how intrusive that was and immediately apologised, "A-Ah, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't-!!"

“Oh? No, it’s alright. Hmm... I’m honestly not even sure what my type would be! I just know that I’d like to have to opportunity to take care of them as much as they take care of me.” He hums softly, warm smile upon his lips. Leon plays with his rabbit pin lightly.

Izaya felt a lot less worried knowing Leon wasn't mad at them, and as they touched the pin, Izaya piped up, "Ah, you like rabbits, Leon-san?"

“Yes, I adore rabbits! They’re so cute with how their little noses twitch and how fluffy they are~ I’d love to have one one day. What about you, do you have any pets Izaya?” He rests his chin on the palm of his hand, leaning in curiously.

"they are super cute! I love the legends about rabbits on the moon." Izaya nodded, "I do actually, I have um, a ball python! Her name's Nyx! She's so pretty!" Well, thats a shock. "She likes to b-boop my chin!"

Leon has to withhold a squeal. His eyes glimmer. “That sounds so cute!! I’ve seen pictures of ball pythons, they seem so elegant~” Just the image of her booping Izaya’s chin is almost enough to send him into cuteness overload.

"She really is! She is a little, um, adventurous somethings though. She likes to curl up in my hoodie. I've almost worn her about forty times!" they sighed, but it was a sigh you'd hear a doting parent make, not an angry pet owner. It's p obvious Izaya loves their snek.

Leon brings his hands up to cover his mouth. He’s smiling so much. “Oh that sounds so cute!! I’m sure the two of you are adorable together~ I think I’ve pet a rabbit once or twice, but I want to wait until my schedule is a bit less busy so I can take care of the little guy properly. I want to show them as much love as you clearly show Nyx!”

"That's good!!" They smiled warmly, "Show your pet love and they'll love you back! that's what my grandma always told me! She used to have so many pets when she was my age." There they go, off on a tangent again.

“Oh? Tell me about them! And your Grandma~ She sounds cool!” Leon leans in a bit.

"Well, grandma used to have a really bit rabbit, two dogs, and a cat, but now she just has one cat and a really old dog. the cat doesn't like Nyx though, but um, the dog does! He's an akita, he's super fluffy! Sometimes she sleeps on him." they just kept talking, "Grandma always laughs whenever Nyx does the tongue thing, it's the sweetest sight!-"

Leon props his face up in both his hands, this having the side effect of squishing his cheeks. But he doesn’t care, he’s listening to this pure fluff! “That sounds so cute~ You all sound happy, and that makes me happy!”

Izaya couldn't help but think Leon looked super cute with his cheeks all smooshed in his hands like that! Adorable~!!! "Awww, thanks! I'm happy seeing you happy too!" They looked to Leon now the curious one, "What about your family, Leon? Are they sweet like you?"

He hums and smiles lightly. "My parents are nice. My sis is more of a tough love kind of girl, but she cares for me all the same. I think I'm the most outspoken about the way I feel though~"

"Awww, that must be so cool, having a sister! I'm an only child." Izaya pouted, "I wish I had like, big brothers, or big sisters, or anyt siblings so they could, like...protect me, and stuff." Their tone dipped a little.

"Well I'm here, and I can protect you if you want me to!~" He's smiling brightly. Please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes--

"Y-You'd do that, for me?" Izaya looked stunned, "I-I'd love that!!"

Ah! So! Cute! Leon grins and pulls them into a hug. "Of course!" First official younger sibling acquired!

Achievement Unlocked: Older Brother Acquired! Izaya flushed again but this time they were prepared. Hug commence! Let's just hope they dont keep hugging too long this time. Someone needs to teach Izaya hug etiquette.

That's definitely not Leon. He knows how to hug well, but if he's enjoying too much he'll never let go until the other person is actively trying to pull away. He hugs Izaya tightly and give a little squeeze before pulling away this time though. Leon doesn't want another repeat of the fainting incident.

Izaya was glad Leon knew the perfect length a hug should be. Otherwise they'd be here for days, "W-Wow, I stayed conscious this time!" Izaya tried joking, hoping they were at that point by now.

He gives a short bark of laughter at that. "I'm trying to figure out how much affection you can handle before reaching that point~" He teases Izaya lightly before poking their cheek.

Izaya blushed, "W-Well, um, I haven't had....I mean,...I didn't get out much..." They babbled, wringing their hands together nervously.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I get it!" He smiles reassuringly. "Just teasing."

Izaya gave Leon a smile that assured him that they were indeed, reassured, "Thanks Leon. I dunno how I've functioned without a friend like you before!"

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