#this adorable dork was either blowing the ball
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Betty baby
how about a little one shot with Eddie and reader hooking up in readers car after a date 🥵
Ziggy my love, anything for you.
I did a lil twist on your request. I've been gone for a bit and this was the first thing I wrote when I got home yesterday, thank you for the much needed inspiration 🥹
Waste Away With Me
Eddie x older!fem!Reader
18+ONLY, smut, age gap, Eddie is in his early 20's and reader is in her early 30's, mutual pining, adoring!eddie, secret crush, friends to lovers, car sex, fingering, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, reader wears a skirt, well-timed but unfortunate Jimmy Buffet lyrics, reader is lonely and thinks she'll never find love. wc: 3.5k
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Eddie hadn’t meant to wait up for you to get back from a date with another guy like some lovesick dork, but it happened anyway.
He was sitting on the couch in his trailer when he saw the headlights sift through the curtains and heard the gravel crunch under the wheels of your approach, settling in between your trailer and his.
He tapped his cigarette into the full ashtray and looked at the clock; his heart fluttered in his chest, grateful that you were back earlier than expected. Either the movie part of the dinner date had been skipped, or there had been little to no hanky-panky afterwards, and this fed into the delusion that he still had a chance with you.
He waited impatiently to hear the clank of the heavy, metal door to your Buick LeSabre open and slam shut, hoping to hell you’d hadn’t brought this new guy home with you. He could handle the thought of you going on a date with someone—barely—-but the possibility of you inviting someone back to your bed, or you getting serious about some other dude was too gut wrenching to bear.
Don, your date’s name was Don, and when you’d told Eddie that he’d asked you out, Eddie wanted to show up at the fabrication shop where he found out Don worked and set his hair on fire.
If the guy even had hair.
You were maybe a decade older than Eddie, and Don was pushing 40, so maybe he was balding and hopefully you preferred long, shaggy hair and bangs that desperately needed a trim.
What if Don made you laugh? The thought made Eddie scowl. What if those adorable lines around your mouth made their appearance and you snorted a little bit all because of stupid Don? Eddie shot to his feet and went to the window.
A good 10 minutes had passed, and he hadn’t heard you get out of your car, so he decided to take a peek through the side of the curtains. What if Don was in the car with you, what then? What if he was kissing you?
His stomach in knots, Eddie had to know, either way.
He experienced relief to find that you were, indeed, alone, but something else was wrong.
Your hands were covering your face and your shoulders bobbed. Your hands fell to your lap long enough for Eddie to see through the windshield that your mascara was running down your cheeks and your skin was wet with tears.
You fumbled with the single, pathetic, balled up tissue in your hands, as you sobbed. The sobbing subsided for a few sniffles before there was another hitch in your chest and a whimper made you bury your face in your palms again.
But then a knuckle tap on your window made you jump.
Bent forward, with his face level to yours, Eddie was at the passenger side door, holding his hand up in greeting, lips folded in over his teeth into a pensive line. As an answer to his silent ask, you moved your purse off the seat so that he could get in.
You inhaled the warm, familiar scent of his Old Spice, nicotine, and leather. There was an extra note of cologne on him that evening, as if he’d just sprayed something on before he came out.
He saw you struggling to wipe your nose with that threadbare Kleenex and handed over the handkerchief from his back pocket.
You held it out in front of you with pause, as if you were considering something.
“You can blow your nose on it, I don’t mind,” he said. “In fact, it would be an honor.”
That elicited a snort-chuckle from you, and you did not blow your nose with it, but you did wipe snot off your lips and chin with a sad snarf.
The inside of the car was dark, but for the yellow glow from the radio as Hold Me Now by the Thompson Twins played. Eddie saw the familiar end of a cassette tape sticking out of the stereo as if it had just been ejected.
“So, the mixtape I made for you was that bad, huh? Too many ballads?” As if to suggest that his horrible taste was what made you bawl your eyes out.
You let your head fall back against the seat. “No, I love it,” you said, dry throat making your voice crack. “It’s the only thing I’ve been listening to all week.”
“Really?” He said it too fast, he was too excited. When he gave it to you, he said it was “no big deal” and he’d been making them for all of his friends, but that was a big fat lie. He’d spent weeks planning out which songs to add to it, and in what order they should go in, so that it all flowed and told a story.
A story about a next door neighbor with a serious crush.
You pushed the tape all the way in until it clicked and Send Me an Angel by Scorpions softly lit up the speakers.
One of Eddie’s favorite things about you was that you were normally just as chatty and weird as he was. A couple times a week, he’d come up on your porch for a beer, or go inside to share a joint, and the two of you would talk passionately for hours about some real oddball shit. You were excitable and goofy, just like him, and you’d recently confessed that you hadn’t felt this comfortable with someone in a very long time.
He overheard you telling one of your friends the other day that he was “like a brother” to you, and nothing could’ve smashed his heart or his hopes harder. Being referred to as a family member is sweet, but also suggests that you’ve entered strictly friendzone territory.
“Doooo you want to talk about it?” He stammered, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. He’d be happy to just sit there and listen to music so you wouldn’t feel alone, if that is what you needed.
“Not really,” you said in a small voice. “I’m just never going on another date for the rest of my life, that’s all.”
Eddie sat up and turned his whole body towards you, leather jacket squeaking on the seat, and made a fist on his knee. “He didn’t…hurt you or anything, did he? If that Don guy said or did anything to make you upset I swear to god I will—”
“No, no, nothing like that,” you met Eddie’s gaze and were a bit taken aback at the intensity you found there. “He was just so…boring, and we had nothing in common, and I felt so alone.”
Eddie sat back and swallowed. A part of him wanted to kick up his heels and do a jig when you called Don boring, but the other part of him hurt to see you so sad.
You sniffed and wiped under your eyes with his handkerchief. “I’m the only one of my friends who’s still single, and I think I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I’m going to waste away in this trailer park and die alone.”
Eddie cocked his head, adding the touch of a smirk to his lips. “We can waste away together, here in Margaritaville.”
“You did not just quote Jimmy Buffet.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, I did,” he bit his lip to hold back a smile. “Have you seen my lost shaker of salt, by chance?”
You stared down at your lap, indulging in a laugh or two before your expression turned somber again, forehead creasing. “Why does everything have to be so hard? I thought finding true love was supposed to be easy, or at least easier than this nightmare of a reality I’m living in.”
“This is easy. We make sense,” is what Eddie wanted to say, but he choked and adjusted his feet on the floorboard instead.
You groaned and put your head back again, closing your eyes. “I’ve been feeling so lonely lately, Eddie, like maybe I am the problem and I’m just unlovable.”
“Now that is crazy,” Eddie shifted closer, taking hold of your forearm to give it a squeeze. He searched your profile, eyes landing on your parted lips. “You’re so easy to love. I love—-”
My god, he really almost said it, out loud.
You turned your head and opened your eyes, waiting for him to finish.
“...this song,” he recovered, turning the volume up a single notch. “I love this song.”
It was Tangerine by Led Zeppelin.
You closed your eyes again, feeling another tear building at the rim of your lashes.
“But really,” he continued, shifting the volume down again. “I mean, I get it, “he huffed air out of his nose and moved his hands around as he talked. “Even when I’m with a bunch of people I still feel alone sometimes. Like I’m the only person in the world who feels the way I do.”
“Yeah,” you gave a big sigh. “Something like that.”
Another problem was that suddenly, almost overnight, you had developed feelings for your young, metalhead neighbor. You pushed them down as much as you could and forced yourself to go on this date with Don to try and distract yourself from having sexual thoughts about a guy that was ten years your junior. What would your friends think? A few of your friends were snobs, anyway, and expected you to marry a doctor, or at least an accountant; some stable man who could give you the picket fence dream.
But that was their dream, not yours.
Besides that, Eddie had plenty of love interests. You hadn’t seen him bring a date back to his trailer in months, but you’d been to one of his Corroded Coffin shows, and you saw the way the extremely cute college and high school girls looked at him.
Eddie wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I know I don’t have to tell you how beautiful and smart and amazing you are. I mean, I’m sure you already know that.”
“Do I?” You asked, earnestly. “Do I already know it?”
“Well,” his eyes shifted, not sure where to land. “You should, I mean, none of the women in this town could ever hold a candle to you.”
Yikes.
Speaking of candles, was he blowing it? The way things were going, it was only a matter of seconds before he admitted to jerking off to thoughts of you every time he got in the shower.
You were both facing each other with your temples on the headrests. “It means a lot to me,” you couldn’t meet his eyes, so you stared at his adam’s apple. “That you think I’m beautiful and amazing.”
“I should tell you more often, then,” Eddie said softly, his heart racing. “Because I mean it.”
You looked down at your lap and the way you were absently picking at the ends of his handkerchief. “I wish I’d met someone like you when I was your age.”
The statement confused him a bit and he squinted. “Someone…like me?”
“Oh, you know,” you cleared your throat. “Someone I have a lot in common with, someone who makes me laugh,” you trailed off. “Someone I’m really attracted to.”
Eddie froze.
No one moved or said anything for a full minute.
“You’re attracted to me?” His voice trembled.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You gave a sharp, self-deprecating laugh. “Sometimes I’m sure the entire trailer park knows, and they're all judging me.”
The revelation made a little squeaky sound escape his throat. “But you said I was like a brother to you?”
You gave a confused smile for a split second, wondering where he might’ve heard such a thing, and then recognition dawned. “Oh, well I told my friend Judy that because I talk about you so much, I didn’t want her to think that…that you and I were…or that I was…”
“That you and I were what?” Eddie’s ears were ringing, all kinds of hope bubbling in his chest.
You got quiet again, wondering how far you wanted to take this conversation.
“Listen,” Eddie shifted to look at you with flushed cheeks. “I might be reading all of these signals wrong, but I want to kiss you so bad right now, it’s fucking killing me–”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
And then you dove for each other and had a meeting of mouths that was all teeth and wrestling tongues. Your seatbelt jerked you back, and you pulled away from him only to unbuckle it and throw it from your lap with a metal thump.
You’d never experienced this before; it was less like being kissed and more like being devoured, all feverish sucks and nibbles and eager moans. He held your face in his hands as you began to climb up and over to him. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he hushed against your lips.
The seats in your ‘68 Buick were spacious, and once your knees were straddled on either side of him, you cupped your hands around his throat and said, “touch me Eddie.”
Eddie’s hands stopped in the air, unsure of where to go, but then intuition had him put them on the bare skin of your thighs under your skirt and move them up your panty line. He brought a thumb down and passed it over the material, “you want me to touch you, like this?” As he said it, he found the top of your slit through your underwear and began pressing small circles there.
“Yesyesyes,” you pulled off of him just enough to meet his eyes. His cock twitched at the way you bucked your hips in his lap, eager for his touch.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he breathed.
“Like what?” You slotted the side of your nose against his and brushed your lips together.
“Like I make you happy,” he punctuated it by dragging his thumb up and down in that concentrated area.
You threw your head back, exposing your throat for him to lick a stripe up, sucking some skin in softly to nibble.
You were fully grinding on him as you found his mouth again with yours. “I want…to make…you…happy…too,” you said between hot kisses.
His thumb smoothed down low enough to feel how much of your arousal had soaked through. “Honestly, sweetheart? I could die right now and be the happiest man alive.”
You could feel his cock grow thick and stiff in his denim as you rode him, and one of your hands went down there to fumble at the button and zipper on his jeans.
“I want to touch you,” your pussy actually rippled like a jellyfish climbing in the sea at the idea of having him inside of you. Once your thumb met with his leaky tip, you circled the head and Eddie groaned.
“Sit back for me,” he whispered. With his thumb still working your clit, you let your back rest on the glovebox and watched him pull his impressive length out. He kept his eyes on you, giving it a few short jerks while flicking his tongue out to wet his lips.
From that vantage, with your skirt up around your waist, he could see how damp the light purple of your panties were, and more milky liquid appeared at his tip. You pulled down the straps of your dress and released your breasts from the cups of your bra.
“Oh my godddd,” Eddie’s thumb worked faster on you, trying not to stroke his cock the way he wanted to because he was about to cum. “You’re so sexy, holy shit.”
You pushed off the dash and came closer, needing to be close to him. With your arms around his neck, Eddie’s fingers bypassed the cotton barrier and sank into your slick honey pot with a hiss and a curse. First one finger, and then two, and you reached down between the two of you to stroke him, making you both exchange moans of pleasure.
“Wait wait,” Eddie halted, continuing to thumb your spot. “I’m gonna cum like, right now.”
“That’s okay,” your hand stilled, but you bobbed up and down so that his fingers were fucking you.
“I can’t,” he gulped, breathlessly resting his forehead on yours. “Not before you.”
The thing about Eddie was that he could get hard again really fast for a second and third time, at least that’s how it was when he masturbated, but he wasn’t sure how to tell you that.
You shifted back against the glove box again, pulling your underwear to the side so that he could watch his fingers go in and out of you. You guided his hand out and brought his dripping fingers to your mouth to suck on them, loving the way his callouses felt on your tongue.
Eddie's eyes were locked on the action, muttering, “ohmygodohfuck.”
“Let’s do it together,” you breathed, biting your lip. You brought your own fingers to your slit and began the same circles Eddie had done, speeding them up. Eddie dipped his fingers inside of you again, scissoring them, picking up as much of your gift as he could before bringing them out in a mess to wet his cock with it. Your mouth fell open, watching his length glisten as he stroked it, never breaking eye contact with you.
His gaze dipped to your breasts briefly to watch you twist your hard nipple between thumb and forefinger, whimpering as your other hand moved faster. “Eddie..Eddie! See what you do to me?”
“Ahhhh,” Eddie held his thumb on his tip, right on the verge, and buried two fingers from his other hand inside you again. Your tight walls fluttered, clenching him, and the look on your face as you got close was too much for him to handle.
“This is—-oh fuck I’m cumming,” he gasped.
“Cum on me, cum all over me,” you begged, just in time for him to aim the joystick in your general direction, pumping hot white ropes onto your hand and cunt.
You watched him milking it as he twitched, and you rubbed his spend down your folds. You held his wrist to keep his fingers inside of you, and then your eyes were rolling back as your release exploded.
In the aftermath, the two of you took a minute to catch your breath. There was cum and saliva everywhere and neither one of you seemed bothered.
“This is the best part,” Eddie mumbled, taking his fingers out to suck the result of your orgasm off of them.
“Shit,” you lifted your head and looked around with a giggle. “We fogged all the windows up.”
“Good,” he clutched your waist to shift you and pull you closer. “That way no one can see us.”
Your car was blocked between the two trailers, but being seen by someone out walking their dog at night was always a risk. A risk that did not seem to have an ounce of importance at the moment.
You put your forehead to his and smoothed your thumbs over his cheeks, rocking so that the drips from your cookie box landed on his exposed length. “What I meant to say earlier is that I have this big, stupid crush on you, Eddie Munson.”
Eddie adjusted your skirt so that you were properly covered, and pulled you flush to him so that no one could get a cheap look at his girl's gorgeous tits.
His girl.
He wasn’t sure if you knew it yet, but you had his heart, and you could do whatever you wanted with it.
You ducked your head down to rest it on his shoulder and his hand cupped the back of your neck. “I’ve been wanting to ask if I could maybe take you on a date sometime?”
He was serious, but the timing made you laugh.
Eddie always made you laugh.
“I’m never going on another date ever again, remember?” The side of your mouth pressed into his shoulder and you wiggled closer to him. A part of you wondered if you were squishing him, like maybe his legs were asleep, but his hold on you was unrelenting.
“Oh damn, that’s right,” his other hand rubbed up and down your back. “I missed my window of opportunity thanks to Don.”
“I guess we’re stuck with more of whatever this was,” you murmured.
“Poor us,” Eddie smirked. “We might have to do more of this again in a few minutes.”
“If we have to.”
“Hey,” he nudged you so that you lifted up to meet his dark, searching eyes. “Kiss me if you’re mine.”
You were both smiling as your lips met, and it wasn’t long before you led him by his hand into your trailer while he hummed the chorus to Margaritaville.
#Eddie Munson fic#Eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson x older!reader#older reader#Eddie Munson smut#Eddie Munson crush#Eddie Munson
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headcanons for sonic robot characters suddenly becoming organic:
metal looks exactly like sonic and eggman at first is like “oh we can use this for evil plans” but then metal gets SUPER upset because “i don’t wanna look like sonic he’s a DORK” and eggman immediately is like “ok. ok i’ll edit ur dna to give you some cool facial markings and spots or smth would you like that” “yES PLS”
orbot and cubot just stand there screaming for seventy-two straight minutes. cubot then immediately walks into the kitchen and eats an entire pie, while orbot curls on the floor in fetal position and has an existential crisis
breezie immediately just looks in the mirror and goes “oh i’m HOT this slaps” and breaks into rouge’s house to try on her makeup. dont worry her and rouge break into each other’s houses all the time it’s fine
emerl just wants to try eating food he thinks it’s cool as shit and now he’s addicted to cinnamon rolls
gemerl would rather have his jet boots and weapons but while he’s organic he can give cream soft hugs so it’s not that bad ig
bokkun is either a baby bat or like. just straight-up a dark chao. either would work. anyway they still blow things up all the time
belle haaaaaaates being organic, she can feel her heart beat and blood running and stuff and it’s very bad stim and she can’t pull tools out of her hands anymore and it sucks she wants to change back immediately
when omega takes form he takes the form of a fucking eight-year-old. he is a tiny small ball of rage and rouge and shadow think he’s adorable which just makes him angrier
#metal sonic#belle the tinkerer#e 123 omega#emerl the gizoid#breezie the hedgehog#cubot#orbot#gemerl#bokkun#mine
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Sunday Morning
✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader
Summary🪄: Just a lazy Sunday with your husband
⚠️: none, all fluff💕
A/N: Okay so I haven’t seen anything involving this AU for Ari (at least I don’t remember seeing one) and I’ve wanted to write something for him for a while now, but couldn’t think of a story idea I loved until now! So with that, this imagine is based off one of my favorite songs, “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5 and I hope you guys like it☺️!
You’re not too deep of a sleeper to miss the sudden embrace of a strong arm gently pulling your body closer. The familiar sensation of a cold nose blowing a light stream of warm air at the shell of your ear and prickly facial hair scraping against your neck has an immediate smile spreading across your tired lips. Eyes opening to the surrounding darkness, they register the digital clock resting on the nightstand with illuminated numbers reading 3:15 am. Any other time, waking up so early on the weekend for no reason would leave you upset, silently groaning and hoping you’d easily be able to fall back asleep.
On these rare occasions though, you don’t mind it as you turn to sweetly kiss his cheek. Or was it his eye?
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya,” he huskily whispers, large hand grazing back and forth against your back.
“S’okay. Happy you’re back,” you yawn making him lowly chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Go back to sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning.” Even in your sleepy haze, your chest warms hearing you’d have more than the usual couple hours with him, and soon your eyes are closing and body sinking further in the king sized mattress as you’re lulled to sleep by his steady breathing and heartbeat anxiously waiting for what was to come after sunrise.
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His muscular back is facing you as your bare feet pat against the short fibers in the carpet running down the hall into the living room currently filled with 80s music and sizzling from whatever was in the pan in front of him. Watching his little sway while humming along as he flips the pancakes has you silently giggling to yourself feeling as if you were falling even more in love.
At first glance, some might see his usual go-to of an open flannel over his white tank, dark jeans, and boots with chest tattoos peeking out expecting some gruff, bearded trucker with little to say and no patience for anyone. If only they could witness the beefy, heart stealing dork of a man in front of you delicately situating slices of banana to form a smiley face on your food.
Just as he’s adding strawberries to his own singing the chorus of “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” under his breath, you successfully sneak up to him wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek presses against his freshly showered skin taking in the fresh scent of his bar soap.
“And what exactly has you so cheery?,” you ask before leaving a kiss directly in the middle of his spine making him chuckle.
“A few things,” he states, loosening your arms just enough to turn around and meet your adoring eyes. “But mainly, being able to eat my favorite with my favorite.”
You’re softly giggling from the pecks he leaves on your forehead and then nose while his thick hands rest on either side of your neck and thumbs glide along your jawlines. “Aww, aren’t you adorable.”
“Although that did technically happen earlier this morning.”
“Of course you had to take it there,” you roll your eyes moving to pick up your plate and silverware.
“Hey, you weren’t annoyed when I brought it up then. Especially when I had those pretty eyes rolling the other way.” He manages to dodge the balled up napkin you aim at his face, dramatically gasping only making your giggles grow to full laughter.
God you missed days like this. When you could enjoy each other for most of the day, getting to act like the kids both of you kept hidden inside with no judgement. Once upon a time, you could have that pretty much every day when Ari only had to deliver a few hours away. He’d be home by dinner and off every Sunday leaving the day open to anything either of you could think of. Now Sunday’s off were a rarity, and something like a shooting star. You didn’t know when it would happen but if you happened to catch it, you hold that magical feeling it brought in your heart for the rest of your days.
Forks clacking against your plate, you steal glances at each other when your mouths are too full to talk, and giggling like kids when you’re caught. His thumb quickly swipes the corner of your mouth getting the small bit of syrup that failed to enter before bringing it to his and licking the sticky substance away. You’ve been together for years, but still feel your face heat from the slight embarrassment having to be “cleaned up.”
Maybe it was due to him being gone for the past week and you wanting to seem just as perfect as when he left. Or just simply wanting to be perfect for the love of your life.
He doesn’t miss the way you shyly drop your head now focused more so on the last slice of banana on your plate, making his eyebrow lift in confusion. “What?”
You just shake your head meeting his eyes shining as blue as the clearest water. This isn’t enough for him though, scooting closer to hook his hand under your calf draping your leg over his lap.
“Come on, what is it?,” he asks gently kneading the flesh and posterior muscle of your lower leg. “Oh wait, did you want it instead? Hold on where’s the syrup?”
“No,” you laugh. Clearly he was trying to make you smile, but you knew if you would’ve said yes he would quickly scramble trying to fix it. “I guess with being apart for so long, now that we’re back together it feels like our first date, you know? Like I’m trying not to do or say anything dumb so you’ll like me.”
“I don’t know why, I thought I did a wonderful job saying how you’re my forever, and the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with in my vows. I even got a few tears from grumpy aunt Merdill.”
“Yes, you did,” you laugh, “But still-,”
“I get it. That’s honestly how I feel every day…”
“Really?”
“Well yea, ever since our first date I’ve been pinchin’ myself that I actually have the girl of my dreams. And silently hoping you don’t get tired of simple ole me and want someone better,” he admits.
“I could never find anyone better, or more perfect, for me than you.”
Leaning over, he’s inches from your face as he squeezes your chin, with the hand that once massaged your leg, making your lips adorably pout from the brief moment of comfortable pressure he applies before melding his soft lips with yours. There’s smiles from both of you between every other peck happy to be experiencing the feeling again with no interruptions or rushing, just the floating sensation it always brought no matter how many times you did it.
The rumble of thunder outside though has you breaking apart to see the once white clouds turning grey with the incoming overcast, and your pout become longer lasting.
“Noo, I thought we’d be able to get out and do something.”
“It’s okay,” he smiles holding your hand. “I think I’d rather stay in instead. Really have you all to myself.”
Finishing the last of your pancakes and cleaning the leftover dirty dishes, the sky was now fully gloomy and a band of heavy rain had come and gone with more scheduled to follow throughout the remainder of the day. An unknown movie plays on the tv becoming faint background noise due to neither you nor Ari paying attention to it. Instead, you’re more focused on the tranquil rain seemingly falling at a slant and his arms securing your body to his chest.
“I miss these moments with you,” you softly speak sitting between his legs. Your cheek being tickled by his beard with every peck he gives while simultaneously savoring your sweet scent for his time away.
“Aw I do too bug. I hate having to leave you here all alone.”
You weren’t sure how he’d react to what you were about to say next, and honestly a bit fearful that maybe he wouldn’t feel the same. But as the saying goes, it never hurts to try.
“Well…I wouldn’t be alone if…there was a baby perhaps?”
“…this is true,” he begins, lifting your hand to intertwine with his. “And while I’m excited to have what I already know will be the cutest baby in the world with you, I think we should hold off for right now.”
“You…you think we’re not ready?”
His heavy sigh isn’t the answer you were hoping for, and leaves you sinking your face further into his tattooed bicep trying to keep any unwanted tears from spilling over.
“Hey that’s not completely what I’m trying to say,” he whispers close to your ear before kissing your temple.
“In general, yes I think you’d be a great mom and I hope I’d be half as amazing as a dad. With me being gone weeks at a time though, I definitely wouldn’t want you here by yourself pregnant or trying to take care of a baby. Heaven forbid something happens and I can’t come back home.”
He had a point. Without him there to help, things would be ten times more difficult for you. Even your mom would only be able to stay for so long until she’d ultimately have to leave.
Plus you knew he’d hate to miss out on any milestones no matter how small, and you wouldn’t want him to miss it either.
“So right now, no I’d say we’re not ready. But…that doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun safely trying.”
His hands tickling your sides paired with the nibbles on your neck have the room filled with your giggles as you squirm in his lap. Somehow, in the midst of tickles, he manages to situate your body so you’re straddling his thighs and your hands are pressed against his pecs while you catch your breath. Soon the intimate silence between you returns, but only briefly before Ari’s lifting his phone from the coffee table making you wonder what he could possibly be up to that he was smiling to himself.
“What are you doing?,” you ask trying to peak but Ari’s quicker, holding the device close to his chest. “You better not be sneaking pictures of me.”
“I’m not,” he chuckles flashing that brilliant smile. “I was thinking until we have a kid though, what if we get a dog?”
“…I’m listening.”
“Specifically, this dog.” Turning the phone so you could finally see, there’s a picture of a black Great Dane appearing to smile at the camera from the way it’s lips curled and tongue happily stuck out. Below it was all the information anyone would need on the animal from it’s current and estimated weight and height to temperance for those to decide if he’d be a good fit for their family.
“So…whaddaya say?”
“He’s cute, but I think we should find one that won’t be walking me when we go out.”
“Okay fair enough,” he replies bringing the phone back toward him scrolling some more. “This was my second choice.”
Lying on his back with tongue dangling from the side and paws up, the 12 week old German Shepherd had you giggling at it’s goofiness. Quite possibly the most protective breed, the shelter described Dino as the sweetest boy that loved cuddles just as much as he did playing and running around.
The perfect family dog, and literally Ari in canine form.
“I think he’s perfect,” you smile.
Finally being able to spend time with each other and a puppy? This was the best Sunday either of them had in a long time.
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Birthday Smash -
Rating: 18+, Mature
Pairing : Timeskip! Birthday boy Kuroo x female reader.
Word count: 1.5 k
Warning's: Smut, Birthday sex, Thigh riding, face riding, blow job ( could be considered as bit of somnophilia but I'm not sure, everything is consentual tho), established relationship, the reader is on top but Kuroo still doms.
You gazed at your wrist one more time before pushing the key card into the overpriced hotel suite your boyfriend was staying at. It was quarter to twelve, just fifteen minutes until his birthday. Even though you both were at the point of your relationship where you didn't have to make grand gestures for every occasion, you wanted to help him relax atleast on his special day.
Entering with a soft click, not wanting to be found out, you looked around the place, it was oddly romantic, the bedroom was seperate from the living space, most of the furniture having classy beige themes, beside the main couch, there was a little round table lined with scented candles. Atleast now you knew this place wasn't Kuroo's pick, although his company was the one providing for his lodgings, you still expected more of a business casual look but you didn't have time to complain considering you still had a surprise to pull off.
The last time you called Kuroo today was just after dinner, so if he wasn't working right now, he would most likely be either taking a bath or on his way to bed and both of the options gave you a good opportunity to ambush him. Putting your stuff on the nearby chair, you tiptoed your way into the bedroom to see your tired boyfriend stretched out in the huge king sized bed on the riser with two steps leading up to it.
His toned body peeking out from beneath his disheveled bathrobe ,indicating he just came from his bath. The large fluffy pillows, crisp white sheets and the light coming from the floor to ceiling windows next to the bed gave the room a picturesque view. He seemed half asleep, so you approached him carefully, now that you got a closer look you realised he wasn't wearing any underpants. You were going to wake him up anyway and the opportunity to make it the best wake up call just presented itself, dangling right in front of you, so it was in your best interest to grab it.
He was lying on his back, a position he only started to use after the two of you began dating, so that you could cuddle a little before sleeping. You crawled on the opposite side of the bed, slowly making you way towards his exposed legs, deciding it's best to just kneel beside him than over him. You pushed the last piece of the bathrobe covering his cock aside and started giving his tip small kitten licks. You wondered if would freak out, thinking you're some random women or maybe he wouldn't even wake up, thinking he's dreaming because let's face it, Kuroo can be a dork sometimes despite his natural cunning.
His previously soft member started to swell by the time you grabbed his shaft, stroking it gently. You didn't want him to wake up just yet, atleast not until he was throbbing in your mouth, his sleepy face just on the verge of cumming was a sight you wanted to see, but it's physically difficult for anyone to keep sleeping when they have someone mouth on their crotch so his legs soon started twitching. You lifted your head to check his face but his eyes were still closed, boy were gonna get teased like hell after he wakes up. You could imagine him saying stuff like," hooooo~ y/n chan.... If you were that thirsty for me that you could've just asked for my cum when I was awake." With that shit eating grin of his. He's nothing if not explicit with his teasings but that's wasn't enough to stop you from milking him till he was dry.
You picked up your pace, taking more of his cock in your mouth, using one of your other hand to massage his balls, you were doing if hard enough that it wouldn't surprise you if he woke up but there was no movement from his side. You kept on your ministrations until you felt him twitch in your mouth, he was close, you thought about stopping since you expected him to wake up before cumming but just as you were about to pull yourself up, you felt a hand on top of your head gently grabbing your hair.
"...what's wrong babe?.... aren't you gonna finish", his voice was a bit groggy as he propped himself on his elbows, staring at your cum smeared face, his hard cock still halfway in your mouth. The jerk must've been awake for a while now if he's able to talk so smoothly right of the bat or worst yet, wasn't asleep at all. It was annoying how he could keep a cool front all the time.
You squeezed his balls, hoping to get a reaction out of him but he kept on giving you his signature toothy grin. You started sucking on his tip while your hand pumped his shaft, knowing he was on the verge of cumming. He bucked his hips slightly, finally letting that string of moans you were waiting to hear. You pulled him out with a pop, focusing solely on stroking him, harder and harder untill he came all over his stomach and inner thighs.
"Haaa....that was mean y/n chan.....I thought you were really thirsty with the way you jumped on me in my sleep", he said grabbing you by your hair once again, giving his hold a slight pull untill your face was in front of him," but here you are wasting it all". There it was, his dirty mouth you are so used to and his lust filled bedroom eyes urging you make a comeback of your own.
" You knew I'd come didn't you", giving him a stink eye you were hoping he'd fess up. It all made sense, from the oddly huge and romantic suite to his overly sexy getup, he was luring you in all along waiting for his 'surprise'.
" I just knew you wanted to please you hardworking boyfriend~", you had to roll your eyes at that, but he was right about you wanting to please him. He kissed you softly, knowing full well that your night was just beginning. You quickly pulled the skirt of your dress up reveling your uncovered pussy, Kuroo raised an eyebrow at that.
" Well I am a woman on a mission you know", with a smirk you shifted until your wet nether lips were hovering just above his thick muscular thighs. You kissed him again, hard, as he grabbed your hips to pull you on his thigh. The feeling of your sloppy cunt against him made his thigh clench in anticipation, you began rubbing your pussy the sturdy surface he provided. Your movements brought pressure on the soft nub of your cunt, which sent shivers across your body, causing it to heat up.
He pulled his face back, you looked so cute to him, enjoying yourself so much on just his thighs, he had to be an ass, " so y/n, where's my present.....", His tone was joking but you wanted to shut him up for good this time, not wasting another second, you pushed him down the bed roughly and a few seconds later your cunt was straddling his face.
"Here it is.....your 'present' honey~", you cooed sarcastically above him as you braced yourself on the headboard.
" Is this what you meant when you say you'd take me to an all you can eat buffet, cuz if it is, then it's cringey", he said with a laugh, complaining halfheartedly, he grabbed your thighs to position himself, taking a moment to admire your puffed up pussy drenched in your juices. " Spread yourself for me babe, I atleast deserve a good view", something about his talkative nature in bed made you nervous no matter how many times to have fuck. You did as you were told, bringing two of your fingers near your pussy, you spread your glistening lips to until your entire cunt was in display.
With a hum and his typical "good girl", Kuroo went straight for your clit, not touching any other part until you were overstimulated. He gave your sex a long lick, twirling his tongue around your entrance as his hands kept massaging your inner thighs. Your voice begain cracking form his ministrations and It wasn't soon before you felt your orgasm approach, his movements were steady, relentless in their teasing. Your clit was throbbing and your pussy kept on getting wetter until you were certain your juices were dripping down your boyfriend's face which he devoured with a hum. You arched your back pushing yourself further down his face and moaning uncontrollably as your hips bucked to match Kuroo's rhythmic actions.
You came with a loud moan, calling his name till your orgasm passed. You lied in top of him as you both panted to catch your breaths. Turning around, you saw his bedside clock, reveling its way past 12. But the disappointed was overwritten with the blissful afterglow so you just settled for staring lovingly at his sweat slicked, cum smeared face.
"Ready for round two", his voice regained its challenging tone but this time all you could feel was gentle adoration towards your tricky faced boyfriend. With all its ups and downs you keep yourself connected to each other in so many ways, you had to show your appreciation somehow. You took his face in your hands, rubbing soft circles across his cheeks as you leaned in,
"Happy birthday my love".
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hi i loved your helping karasuno during a game hc’s and i was wondering if you could do one for nekoma ?
Due to popular demand, here it is! I wrote with the ones I was the most comfortable with, so I hope you guys enjoy!!
Calming Down Nekoma in a Match
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Kuroo
- “God, all these Nohebi players are pricks.” “Kuroo, they might hear-” “Kenma, look at my face. Do I look like I care?”
- runs a hand through his already sweaty hair frustratedly as he gulps down water, eyes taking on a menacing edge as the team all simutaneously take a step away from the pissed-off captain
- “Nekomata-sensei…” “Don’t worry. We have luck on our side.” “What do you-?” “Get (Y/N) down here. Now.”
- gets riled up immensely so much to the point where he begins making mistakes, allowing the toxic words from the other team to get to him until he gets subbed out
- legit the whole team is shook because the captain was no longer playing, messing up the flow that they’re usually able to keep intact
- leans against the wall with a pissed-off expression as he dares the players of the other team to look his way, blinking when a pair of arms is suddenly on either side of his body
- Yaku has to stop the team from laughing at how funny it looked: your adorable figure was trapping Kuroo against the wall with both arms as he stared down at you. unblinking
- stiff posture relaxes immediately, pissed-off expression forming into one of amusement and confusion
- “Came to visit?” the side of his lips quirk up, feeling the tension slip his chest as you look up at him sternly, refusing to let him leave his spot on the wall before your arms suddenly wrap around his torso
- “What are you so mad for? You’re playing so well.” You pout, looking up at him as your front body presses up against his in a hug. “And you’re the one who told me to come because you were gonna win. Were you wrong in saying that?”
- looks at you for a second before his hand gently strokes your cheek, feeling his breathing even out before taking a deep breath, determination brimming his eyes as you grin. You had done it.
- “Nope. I wasn’t wrong at all when saying that.” leans down towards you, feral eyes playful as his lips form a smirk, eyes twinkling in amusement as he pulls you in.
- flips off the staring Nohebi team as he plants his lips on yours for a good fifteen seconds, looking energized as he jogs back on to the court away from your flushed figure
-bro wtf we get it you have a gf
- “Kuroo, there are children-” “Lev and Shibuyama can get over it. Let’s win this.”
- Nekomata sensei lets you sit next to him throughout the rest of the game, and when Nekoma manages to win their third set, Kuroo jogs over to you before quite literally sweeping you off your feet, picking you up bridal style as he peppers kisses all over your cheeks
- “Kuroo, please let me go-!”
- “Never.” His forehead rests against yours.
-“You’re too good to let go, I can’t help myself.”
Kenma
-You never thought you’d see the day where Kenma would lose his cool
- It was a match against Fukurodani, and you could tell Kenma was becoming more and more irate as Bokuto’s speed was too much to allow him to think
- Kenma’s sets begin to lack strength, signalling he was lessening the amount of pressure he was using in his arms to set the ball up as he got more and more lost within his mind
- The Nekoma team blinks when Kenma’s set doesn’t even rise above the net
- Luckily, Fukunaga comes in to set in his place when Kenma gets benched, eyes downcast on the floor as the team legit freaks out
- Yamamoto stop freaking out baby pls
- like what are they supposed to do without the brain of the team? all connection would suddenly become lost without Kenma
-Kuroo is legit looking at Kenma with a we-say-a-fucking-chant-for-you-before-the-game-are-you-kidding-me look before whipping out his phone in the middle of time out
-poor love feels pressured as he sits on the bench, trying to make himself calm as the irritation bubbles in his stomach
- “Hey uh, Y/N, you’re watching this, right?” “ I can see Kenma looks a tad frustrated.” “You’re his girlfriend! Do something!” “What?”
- You snap your phone shut before leaving the stands to enter the gym floor, ignoring the stares you were getting from the audience to see that Nekoma had called a time-out, the other team sitting at set point
- “Kenma, Bokuto has a stupid amount of strength and you know that-” “Kuroo. I don’t care. Don’t lecture me.”
- silently, you shoo the surrounding members of the team away from Kenma as you take the unoccupied seat next to him, remaining quiet for a few seconds before you hear him sigh lightly
- “You shouldn’t be down here.” “Yet here I am!”
- doesn’t react when you take his hand, tracing your finger over the lines on his hands as your thumb runs back and forth soothingly on his skin
- “It’s just a game.” You say finally, nudging him in the side with your shoulder before resting your head on his. “Think about it this way. The faster you win this, the faster you can finally beat me at Smash Bros.”
- “You’ve won once.” “Doesn’t matter! You still lost!”
- scoffs a little at your fuming face before feeling the air circulation in his lungs allow him to breathe a little easier, glancing down at your bright grin before he sighs, as if this were the most troublesome thing
-shut up kenma you know you love them
-“Fine then. Rematch. After this.”
- “After this. Now will you hurry up and win already?”
- As he stands, you press your lips to his knuckle quickly, not enough to make him flustered, but enough for him to smile the smallest of smiles at you -
-until it disappears as soon as Kuroo comes to drag him back into the game
- “You’re a miracle worker.” “I do what I can.” “Will you two stop high-fiving each other? I’m still here.” “Kenma, don’t be jealous.”
- rolls his eyes as he makes his way back into the game, feeling complete serenity flow back trough his mind as the Nekoma team finally takes back the points they had missed
-so when they win, he’s already walking back to your sitting figure on the bench before plopping down in his previous seat, rummaging through his duffel before emerging with a switch
- “You don’t want to celebrate with your screaming team?” You question as he pops off a controller. He blinks before standing up, offering you his hand.
- “You’re right. Let’s get out of here. Before Kuroo drags us.”
- You laugh, grasping his hand as he leads you out of the gym. Without turning back to look at you, his grip tightens ever so slightly.
- “Hey (Y/N)?” “Hm?”
- “Thank you.”
Yaku
- “Don’t mind, Yakkun!” “Lev, you’re the last person I want to be telling me not to mind.”
-Yaku you made the baby sad stop being a hoe
- Irate baby frustratedly wipes the sweat trailing down the bridge of his nose when another ball slams down into the floor before his hand can reach in between it
- grinds his teeth together as the whistle seems to blow in his ears, his nails biting into his clenched fist as Kai flinches from trying to help him off the floor
- “I’m so off my game today.” “Yaku, you’re doing great-” “Kai, don’t touch me. I mean it.”
- creates an air that’s almost suffocating as he becomes more and more irritable, effecting his overall performance
- flinches when he gets switched out with Shibuyama, who was trembling as they switched numbers, Yaku pulling it a little more harshly than necessary
- “Hello love!”
- darkened eyes soften at your grinning figure standing by the bench before darkening again, taking a seat without paying much mind to you
- doesn’t even look at you as he pops the cap to his water bottle “So you saw me play. Like that. What are you even doing down here?”
- Unfazed, you stand in front of your libero boyfriend with your hands on your hips, noting the clench of his fists and tightened jaw before reaching your hand out
- seems to relax at your touch when you stroke his cheek gently, smiling softly down at him as his arms slowly snake around your waist, pulling you closer as his breaths begin to steady
- “I’m sorry.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re playing great, love. I’m always proud of how you play, you’re the one who stands out the most on the court! Do you know how proud that makes me?”
- his eyes lose their darkened glare as he stares up at you, his grip on his water bottle loosening as he takes a deep breath, standing as he looks down at you
- “What would I do without you?” “Cry, probably.”
- quirks an eyebrow at your cheeky response before pressing his lips against your forehead, smiling down at you without a trace of his previous anger
- “Let’s go on a date after this.” “But the team dinner...?” “Nope. Just you and me.”
- kisses you on the tip of your nose before ensuring you get to the stands okay, waving at you when he’s put back in the game
- you smile widely when he fist pumps the air, reaching the top of his game as the atmosphere diminishes completely
- “Lev...I’m s...sor...cOUGH” “it’s okay, Yakkun! We won, and you did so well for someone who’s short!”
- Lev you little shit he’s trying
- is about to kick Lev in the shin until you leap into his arms, overjoyed as his hands wrap around your waist to steady you
- “You played so well, love!”
- “It’s all thanks to you, dork.”
- “Kuroo are you crying?” “I...Yakkun just never looks this nice!”
Lev
-“Lev, you could’ve gotten that-“ “I know! My receives still suck, I’m sorry.”
- the whole team blanches at Lev’s irate and borderline depressed self, knowing how low their attack power went if he isn’t at the top of his game
- “Kenma-San, please set to me less.” Literally gets so sad omg baby no
- Kenma being Kenma, shrugs and nods as the whistle blows, signaling the start of the next rally as Lev slowly becomes more and more downhearted
- when his next spike gets into the net, his spike usually being the one thing he has confidence in, he makes eye contact with his coach before he’s promptly benched
- “That one girl Lev never shuts up about...is she here?” “Uh, probably, sensei-“ “Go find her.”
- Within the next few minutes, you’re jogging into the gym after receiving a text from Inuoka, eyes brimmed with concern as you see your boy hunched over on the bench
- “what’s with him?” “I don’t know, his receives were off and I think that eventually effected his spikes...”
- ignoring the questioning stares of the people who noticed you, you give Lev a hug from behind, causing him to jump before relaxing into your touch
- “...(Y/N).”
- “Heyo, cutie.” You flirt, resting your chin on the top of his head as you hug him from his sitting position. “Come here often?”
- chuckles at your cute actions before his shoulders slump over again “Sorry you have to see me suck this bad...I bragged and everything.”
- “sorry, who are you?”
-blinks, thinking you’re still trying to flirt with him before spinning around on the bench to face you with a questioning stare
- “The Lev I know is the ace of the Nekoma team...right now I don’t really know who you are? Are you an imposter?”
- laughs, long arms finding your waist as he pulls you closer to him “Nope. I’m the real thing.”
- “Then go be the ace.” You say, hands cupping his cheeks. “They’re relying on you. And I’m here to support you. Always.”
- looks at you in awe for a moment before furrowing his brows and nodding, feeling soothed as you run your hands through his bright hair
- he pinches your waist, his cat-like grin passing over his face when you yelp, causing you to land in his lap as you blush
-digs his face into your neck as if he was recharging himself as you embarrassedly try to push him off before he sighs deeply and sets you down next to him
-when he stands and glances back, his eyes glint as he smiles at you lovingly
- “Don’t stop watching me.”
- so as you watch from the stands as Lev slams down the winning point, he blows you a kiss with a wink from the winning line-up as you roll your eyes
- “That was kind of cute, I guess.” You cross your arms when he comes to get you from the stands, pulling you into a tight hug as he smiles into your hair.
- “Good. You were watching.”
- “I never stopped.”
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Baby bird and Super daddy (DC)
it was Friday afternoon and school was out which only meant one thing for a group of young sidekicks: it was time to haul their butts to San Francisco and more to the point to Titans tower.
Oddly though one member of the titans wasn't getting his normal ride from Gotham to the tower with his mentor Batman, AKA Bruce Wayne but inside had been picked up in Smallvile by his surrogate big brother Nightwing who was also giving a ride to Kon-el, AKA Superboy.
Sulking and pouting in his costume, Robin AKA Tim drake was blushing and his bottom looked a little more puffy then normal, but only a expert would know to look and see it.. so Naturally Dick had.
"So I'm not one to judge, I mean, I've know you and Kon where hooking up for awhile." Dick said, smirking and while he kept a eye on the controls of his aircraft, he made sure to steal looks back at the blushing big time Tim who had been tugged into Kon's lap. And of course Kon was smirking.
"but I just need to know, Is my little brother from anther mother in huggies because you two are kinky, or Kon needs to stop topping for awhile?"
"DICK!" Tim shrieked and whined, burying his face in Kon's shoulder and whining.
"He tried to make me his little guy, needless to say it backfired." Kon chuckled, and rubbed Tim's back and patted the boys bottom, a faint crinkling being heard only by Kon due to his super hearing over the dim of the plane.
"Oh, I HAVE to hear more..but before that.. I think I have a juice box or two if the little guy is thirsty." Dick offered.
"Dickkkkkk!" Tim whined and pouted, shooting daggers though his mask.
"Well he is a thirsty bitch, but he had a big ba-ba of fresh milk before we left." Kon chuckled.
"Hate you both." Tim whined and tried to squirm out of Kon's lap, but he was a boy of tissue in a boy of steel's grip, and wasn't going anywhere.
As Dick chuckled, Kon reached into Tim's belt and pulled out a superman logo pacifier and popped it in the boy wonders mouth and rocked him, and in seconds Tim had gone night night and Kon was free to tell the story.
Tim had pleaded and begged to hang out with Kon-el for the two days he had off from school back in Gotham (the staff was recovering from the latest attack by a bat rouge, Riddler this time.)
Bruce had tried to say the time could be used to help out with Gotham but after getting Alfred on his side it had only taken anther half hour before Bruce was dropping Tim off by the Kent farm, commenting on how much extra baggage he had taken with him for just going there for Thursday and Friday (Tim had spare clothes at titans tower)
Tim had come up with a excuse that he might help on the farm and didn't wanna end up smelling like cow dropping and Bruce had let it go.
Superboy of course who's X-ray vision was coming and going at this point had been able to spot right away was was in the extra luggage and just smirked to himself.
The Kent's of course knew without being told that Tim and Kon were dating, Connor just wouldn't shut up about him and they were practically all over each other calling it rough housing.
"If that's what you kids these days call it. Take it out to the barn." Was all Pa said, not looking up from his newspaper.
Once out in the barn, Tim went right to work turning on the puppy dog eyes and kissing Kon's neck and blowing in his ear, things that drove the boy of steel wild.
"Koooon, I have a hawt idea we should try out." Tim said in his 'I'm so cute you can't refuse me' voice which normally had Kon wrapped around Tim's little finger.
However forewarned Kon was ready and kept his control in place, though asked what Tim wanted to try out.
"Well have you ever heard of diaper punishment or age play?" Tim had asked, opening the luggage and holding up a teen sized diaper with little bat symbols on it and holding it out, grinning ear to ear.
Kon however, returned that grin with his own and played along, though not like Tim had expected.
"oh I see, You wanna be my little baby bird! Cute! and you even got bat diapers! Adorable!" Kon gushed as Tim's jaw dropped.
"W-What? No! I-" Tim started, blushing bright red.
"Ohhh I've heard of this, you're gonna act like you don't want it so you can be a pouty little boy while enjoying your diapie wipies~" Kon chuckled, dashing up and snatching the diaper from the smaller boys hands and planting a smooch on him, tongue dominating Tim's mouth and feeling the fight go out of Tim for a second.
he also felt the boy wonder less then wonderful hard on press against his leg and broke off the kiss.
"well I think that answers whether or not you want daddy Kon to make you a good little baby bird." Kon said.
"I what.. No! I was gonna.. you were gonna.." Tim whined, flustered and trying to will away his hard-on, but but there was no amount of zen training with Batman that was going to make the boy wonder's stiffie vanish.
"Oh look, you have a paddle, and some baby outfits.. paci's and ba-ba's..Damn you must REALLY wanna just be a helpless little diaper dork huh sweetie?" Kon was saying, looking though all the supplies tat had been meant for him and super warming up to the idea of babying Tim.
There was even a pair of jean overalls with crotch snaps so a certain diaper boy could work on the farm!
"and look at all these diapers! Somebody plans on making LOTS of presents for his super daddy huh?" Kon added.
"NO I DO NOT! THAT WAS ALL MEANT FOR YOU!" Tim whined and stomped a foot, hands balled in fists and at his sides.
Sadly, this did nothing to help his argument.
"Baby bird, that's enough of the attuide. You need to take off your big boy clothes and lay down so I can get you in a diapie or else mister man." Kon said, smirking but trying to have a authoritative tone, picking up the paddle.
"YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS!" Tim yelled.
Sadly as it turned out for Tim's poor soon to be bright red backside, Kon had the balls and more.
On a scale of 1 to 10, Kon guessed the effort he had put into the spanking (and being nice enough not to use the paddle too!) was about a 3 or 4, but from the howls and sobs that had escaped the soon to be pampered sidekick, you'd of sworn he had gone all out.
'Man, either full on humans are more fragile then I thought, or Tim just can't take a spanking!' Kon mused as he cleaned up the puddle that the boy wonder had made during his ten swats, and let's just say it wasn't urine. 'Though for someone who's sobbing so much with his nose in the corner..'
"Baby bird, you're gonna wake up half of Smallville with that sobbing, I'm gonna need you to tone it down or I'll have to get creative with gagging you." Kon called over sweetly.
Tim, with pants gone and butt glowing bright red from the spanking and having his hands on the back of his head turned around from the corner and moved his mouth as if to argue, then apparently thought better of it and meekly nodded his head.
"I-I'll try.." Robin sniffled and whined, any trace of him trying to be dom had left his body when he'd creamed himself from being spanked.
"I could give you one of your paci's, but you have to promise to be a very good boy and not spit it out, I'll just pop it back into your mouth anyways." Kon offered.
Looking around the dirty floor of the barn, Tim made a icky face and nodded he could be good and opened his mouth for the customed Superman paci, with the large oversized rubber nipple making Tim start to drool down his chin in seconds.
"it's too bag you didn't pack a enema kit, I bet you have the CUTEST 'i'm pooping!' face baby bird!" Kon commented, having laid most of the items out on his bed and chuckling at the whimper that escaped from Tim.
"Shucks, and Pa and ma Kent kicked us out to the barn for the night.. I know ma has a nice big one. Ah well, there's always tomorrow." Kon chuckled and shrugged.
Tim gave a series of muffled protests around the paci turning a little pale at the thought of getting a massive soapy enema while Kon and the Kent had breakfast, though it was also making him get a little excited.
"Hmmm? Oh I see someone likes the idea~ thats great! I'm sure Ma and Pa won't mind having a baby around the house." Kon laughed.
Tim whined and wanted to argue, wanted to take out the paci and say no way in hell,m but his body betrayed him again and he made anther puddle instead.
"Sheesh, You must be backed up like crazy.. Better get you pampered before you paint the walls."
"Wait, did he really cream himself again just from-" Nightwing asked, snickering and glad he'd switched to auto pilot for this.
"NO I didn't!" Tim whined and huffed, squirming in his seat.
"Baby bird, what did I tell you about telling fibs?" Kon warned wagging a finger at the smaller boy.
"...OK maybe I did.. But it's not my fault! you know how hard it is to crank one out at the mansion since Alfred doesn't approve!!" Tim whined and sulked,
"Actually back in my day Alfred just left me tissues and Lotion and a note asking I keep my voice down." Dick chuckled, though he blushed a little as he recalled it.
"That's SO unfair!!" Tim whined and huffed.
"Don't worry about it baby bird. now that you'll be my little guy at least once a week I'll make sure you're never backed up again." Kon teased and kissed Tim's forehead.
"My hero.." Tim huffed. "Just finish the poopie story."
To say the Kent's were a little shocked the next morning when A clearly diapered Tim was lead over, sucking on a paci and dressed to go to work in the field would of been a understatement, but as the human couple that had raised Superman from babyhood to adult, Had been the home of Matrix while she was still adjusting to life on this earth and were now looking after Kon,,they got over the shock rather quickly.
If anything, Kon had called it and Ma Kent dotted on baby Tim right away, though to Kon's disappointment (and maybe Tim's) she turned down the idea of giving Tim a enema for fun.
"Those are just in case the widdle cutie is all backed up!" she scolded Kon, who pouted a little but backed down.
Breakfast was egg's and bacon for the Kent's and Kon, and a bowl of oatmeal for widdle Timmy who (thankfully!) was too big to fit in Kal's old highchair, but they did have a booster seat he was put into and had one of Kal's old bibs tied around his neck.
"You know, after we get the farm work done, we could go into the wood shop and likely make him a high chair." Pa mused.
"W-What?" Tim asked, his spoon dropping into the bland icky oatmeal.
"Oh, get idea pa! Think we could make him a crib too?" Kon asked, grinning ear to ear.
"I don't see why not. Just a shame Most of Clark's old stuffies didn't make it." Pa chuckled.
"heh, I can help with that. I've been making teddy bears for the church to sell so I think I could make our new widdle great grandson one or two. Do you want a teddy bear Timmy?" Ma asked and reached over, using the bib to wipe a spot of oatmeal off of Tim's face.
"I...I..I.." Tim whimpered and squirmed like crazy in the high chair, suddenly thankful that Kon was the only one with hearing good enough to heard what he was doing to the front of his diapers, though Kon just smirked.
"Trust me Ma, he does."
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Pietro and Bunny
HELLO
Here is my second entry for the wonderful @msmarvelwrites 2k Challenge.
This a spin-off from my Bucky fic: The three times Bucky broke your heart. Part 1 linked Here.
It follows the same timeline and explores the relationship of Pietro and Reader (Bunny) More.
Words 6034
Themes. Angst, Suggestions of smut. But mostly lots and lots of fluff. 18+ Because of the smut suggestions.
This has two parts and I will upload part 2 tomorrow.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?"
Pietro thought you were pretty cool. He thought you and Bucky made a great couple. He enjoyed hanging out with you when you would all hang out as a group. Pietro wasn’t one for girlfriends. Sure he’d had a few semi-serious flings and would occasionally bring a date to the parties after a game and loved how you would instantly make anyone feel welcome. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he started to think of you as more than a friend. It was sometime during his senior year.
At first, he pushed the idea out of his head. You were Bucky’s girl Y/N! You were the cute shy girl Bucky had brought out of her shell, who was still deep down that adorable musical theatre-loving dork. However, when Bucky started getting defensive around him and Sam about who he was texting, Pietro stopped feeling so bad about liking you of course Pietro would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Bucky and his friendships with either of you, but he couldn’t help but feel a tang of jealousy towards Bucky.
2010
“Look at Bucky, can’t go 5 minutes without texting his little cheerleader,” Sam said walking up behind Pietro. Bucky was too engrossed in his phone to pay any attention to the pair of them. Pietro smirked.
“Sam, watch this” Pietro said, before breezing over to Bucky and pulling his phone out of his hands. Bucky instantly shot up trying to grab the phone from Pietro, however, he was too quick throwing the phone to Sam.
“Dear Doll, I love you so much and all thought I only saw you this morning, I am already missing you” Pietro sang in a teasing manner.
“Come on guy’s give it back” Bucky grunted. Sam and Pietro kept throwing the phone between them. Suddenly Sam stopped laughing.
“Hey Buck, who’s Nat and why is she asking if you’re going to be around this summer?” Sam asked his eyebrow shooting up. Bucky’s façade faltered for a second. His usual bright blue eyes deepening with an unfamiliar expression. Pietro’s interest was also piqued, he may have wanted you for himself but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you get hurt.
“Oh, she’s just a friend of Jane’s. I met her at that party after our game in Green Bay last year she’s a cheerleader like Jane and Y/N. Natasha and her boyfriend Clint will be in town the summer and she wants to introduce us apparently her boyfriend was impressed with how we played” Bucky said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. After that incident, Bucky was on his phone around the football team less and started talking about how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with you in the summer.
November 2011
By the time graduation rolled around Pietro had put any thoughts about the pair of you out of his mind, chalking it up to wanting a relationship as opposed to you. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. You came along to his graduation ceremony. Well, it was for everyone. Pietro, Sam, Wanda, Jane, and Carol. Bucky came along too. Late. But you were there with Peter Parker who was a freshman, he had talent, but he seemed to prefer being behind a camera as opposed to on the field.
The whole gang hung around the field and bleachers after the ceremony. Goofing off and enjoying the last time the group would all be together like this for a while. Peter took photos of you all. Pietro’s favourite was one where he and Sam had picked you up whilst you were in the middle of talking to Carol and Wanda. The laughter that came out of your mouth as you squealed and shouted for the two footballers to put you down made his heart flutter.
Okay so maybe he wasn’t as over you as he told himself he was. Now he could understand what that Taylor Swift was banging on about in that song of hers.
Have you ever thought just maybe?
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bucky’s girl,” he said grinning at you. For some stupid reason, probably because Pietro didn’t know what to do with his hands, he ruffled your hair like you were 5 again. He couldn’t help but notice you wince at the old pet name. He mentally kicked himself. Why had he called you that?!
Graduation was the last time he saw you for over a year. Unlike Bucky, Pietro had actually been away at a football camp when Bucky had cheated on you. He didn’t know what had happened. Only knew you two had broken up. Wanda was fiercely protective of her friendship with you and didn’t want to betray you by admitting to those that didn’t know that Bucky had cheated on you. He wasn’t going to lie; he was saddened when you didn’t stay in touch with him after he graduated. But after he started his first year at the University of Michigan, he didn’t have much time to worry about it. He was a Line Backer having secured a football scholarship after college scouts came to see Sam and a few others play, Pietro had caught the eye of the scout from the University of Michigan, all though he was a great player, Pietro didn’t want to play professionally like many of the guys on the team. He was studying Business and Economics.
Since about the age of 15, he and Wanda had always planned on going into business together. Between parties, flirting with the pretty cheerleaders and sorority girls and his studies you became a distant memory to Pietro. That was until one November game in his second year.
The Wolverines were playing the Wisconsin Badgers. Boy did they suck. Not that Pietro minded it allowed him the opportunity to watch the cheerleaders, he knew a few of the girls on the team from various parties, he hadn’t paid much attention to the new girls on the squad. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone who looked familiar to him. Could it be Y/N? Wanda had mentioned something about you getting a scholarship at Uni for your cheerleading, but he’d been in the middle of a game of Mario Kart with Sam at the time.
He tried to rack his brain’s but then the ball came towards him. He smiled to himself. Showtime Pietro. The game was an easy win. Whilst his teammates cheered Pietro made his way to the side-lines, desperate to know if the girl he’d seen earlier was you. His heart skipped a beat when he heard your familiar laugh. He couldn’t believe it. Pietro came jogging up towards you determined to chat.
“It’s just Y/N” or you can call me cutie you said winking at Pietro, he chuckled.
“How about I just call you tomorrow?” he retorted, you felt yourself blush. Pietro may come across as confident but inside he was shaking with nerves. Was he really doing this? What if you said no? You shrugged before pulling out a sharpie from your bag, you wrote down your number on his arm. He cocked his head puzzled.
“I changed it last year after Bucky wouldn’t stop blowing it up with apology texts,” you said simply wrongly presuming Pietro knew what had gone down. Before Pietro could respond you ran off to join the rest of your squad and headed for the changing room. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as your laughter rang in his ears whilst you walked off the pitch.
“Pietro! What’s good? How’d your game go tonight?” Sam asked. He sounded buzzed and Pietro could hear the faint sounds of a party in the background. Excellent he thought to himself. Sam was buzzed enough to have loose lips but not drunk enough to be of no use and if he was lucky Sam might not even remember half the conversation.
Pietro got back to his apartment, he had zero clues about what had gone on with you and Bucky. It was obvious due to your remark about him blowing up your phone with apology texts that he’d done something. He weighed up his options. Wanda or Sam? Wanda was his twin, and he knew deep down if he pulled the twin card she would tell him, but then if nothing came of this, he would be opening a can of worms with his sister over nothing.
Then there was Sam, he was still pretty close with Bucky and liked to chat a lot. But ultimately, he was like a brother to Pietro, and he trusted Sam to keep his mouth shut. Taking a deep breath and raking his hand through his Silver-blonde hair he picked up his phone and dialled Sam.
“So Sam you’ll never guess who I ran into cheering on the side-lines of the game!?” Pietro tried to sound breezy and cool like it was no big deal, despite the fact he was about to ask his friends ex out on a date.
“ I ran into Y/N. You know Bucky’s girl?” Pietro carried on forcing his voice to sound light. Sam choked on his drink down the other end of the line.
“I wouldn’t let her hear you call her that. That boy broke her damn heart, the fool” Sam said, there was an edge to his voice that Pietro almost missed.
“Wait, what do you mean?” Pietro asked genuinely curious.
“Well remember that little party your sister threw that last week of summer whilst you were away at football camp with some of your new teammates?” Sam asked. He didn’t wait for Pietro to respond before he continued.
“Well, Jane brought her friend Nat along” Sam continued. Pietro took a sharp intake of breath. No, Bucky wouldn’t have been stupid enough to kiss her at a party with your mutual friends, would he?
“Well turns out that Clint guy Bucky talked about wasn’t her boyfriend he was just a really good friend. But by the time we found that out Jane realised both Bucky and this Nat chick hadn’t been seen for at least a good 15, 20 minutes. So, she went to go find Nat. Only to walk in on them fucking. Oh yeah, it was on your bed bro”, Sam finished his story like it was no big deal. Other than the telling disdain in his voice.
Pietro stood stunned. No wonder you had winced at the use of your old nickname. Pietro’s heart broke for you at that moment. He vowed at that moment that no matter what happened between you both, he would do everything in his power to ensure you never had to feel heartbreak like that again.
Pietro will never forget that first date with you. He had come up with some lame excuse of showing you the best-hidden beauty spots of the campus. Not that there were any, he just wanted an excuse to spend some time with you. He wore jeans and a jumper with his beat-up converse.
All though it didn’t look like he had put much effort into his outfit he had spent a good hour agonising over it. In the end, he settled for a faded blue jumper hoping it would make his eyes and hair pop. He met you by the school library and the sun was shining, it was still a chilly November mid-morning.
You had turned up with your hair tied up in a messy bun a few stray pieces framing your cheeks, you had opted for a sweater dress. He remembered because it was loose and comfy but sinched inwards in all the right places. It was a silvery colour almost the same shade his hair was. Pietro swore you took his breath away.
Winter Break 2011
“And that right there is where the fraternity pledges had to stand and sing, I’m a little teapot every time someone put 10$ in the bucket. I didn’t truly understand the strange British Nursery Song or whatever it was, but I did like watching the pledges get embarrassed every time they had to sing when the cute cheerleaders walked past. So, I put 40 Bucks in the bucket when I knew the 3rd Years would be heading to practise” Pietro said pointing to the school statue.
You had nearly fallen over laughing at his story. Pietro noticed how you scrunched your nose up when you laughed. Like a rabbit. No like a Bunny. When Pietro walked you back to your dorm, he wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you, but when you let him hold your hand, he decided at that moment he would regret it more if he didn’t take the plunge.
The moment he knew he was yours and you were his was at a party, he’d taken you on lots of hot chocolate dates, he knew you didn’t like coffee because it tasted bitter to you and that coca was nice, but you preferred the sweet comfort of a creamy hot chocolate.
It was at a party being held by the Ice Hockey team to celebrate their latest string of wins. You didn’t come to parties often preferring the comfort of a book and a cosy night in, but you always tried to attend parties after the football matches. You walked in wearing a red top and black skinny jeans.
The top wasn’t super low cut, but it hinted at your cleavage, you’d left your hair down for a change in loose curls. You’d recently gotten your hair dyed a deep chocolate brown and it brought out your eyes. Pietro nearly lost his damn mind when his Ice-blue eyes met your chocolate brown eyes after he’d drank all of you in. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with Scott Summers and co making his way over to you.
“Bunny, you look good enough to eat,” Pietro said dipping his head down to meet your lips, your lips were always so warm and welcoming a stark comparison to his cool lips.
“Bunny?” You replied scrunching your nose up. This was the first time Pietro had called you a pet name, you felt your heart somersault.
Pietro was messaging his sister on the drive home. He could tell you had something on your mind, but he knew better than to push you.
“So,” you began.
“What’s up Bunny?” Pietro asked snapping his eyes up from his phone.
“Well, I just thought now might be a good time to talk, we’re clearly going to run into a lot of our old friends, and there’s no way Wanda won’t know something is going on here, and I, I saw your lock screen,” you said. Well yeah Pietro thought, was he meant to be keeping you guys a secret? He didn’t want to, and he had just assumed you were a couple. You did couple type things, watching movies together curled up, holding hands when you guys were out together.
“So you were wondering what we are?” Pietro’s couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. God, you were adorable. He watched your demeanour change and felt a pang of guilt, the determination in your eyes as you tried to not show that you felt embarrassed.
“Hey Bunny, look at me” Pietro grabbed your hand, wanting you to know how much he truly meant the next few words.
“We are a couple. I’m sorry you felt the need to ask, but I adore you, so we are a thing,” he said stroking circles on the back of your hand. You smiled and nodded to yourself. Pietro held on to your hand stroking circles the rest of the traffic. He couldn’t wait to tell Wanda she was wrong about him never getting serious with anyone.
“Hey Wanda, have you got a second?” Pietro and Wanda were heading out to meet up with you and the rest of the old school gang who had made it home for the Winter Break in the local coffee shop.
“Sure brother, what’s up?” she asked shrugging on her red jacket and lacing up her boots.
“So, you know that girl I told you I was seeing?” Pietro asked, you two hadn’t said if you were going to tell people or just let them figure it out, but he at least wanted to give his twin a heads up. Wanda straightened her brown hair falling behind her ears. She impatiently cocked an eyebrow waiting for her twin to continue. They were going to be late at this rate.
“Well, you know her. In Fact, you’re good friends” Pietro continued sucking in his breath.
“If you mean to tell me you’re dating Y/N, I already know brother”, Pietro froze. “I’m happy for you, but if you break her heart like that James did, I will not hesitate to kill you and hide the body” she continued.
“How did you know?” Pietro couldn’t help but ask, you guys hadn’t been a secret, but you hadn’t exactly announced it to the world either.
“I’m good at reading people Pietro” Wanda shrugged before heading out the door.
“You sly dog,” Sam said chuckling. Just then Peter turned up. Sam’s comment hadn’t escaped you, so you simply shot Pietro a quizzical look, one of your eyebrows arched. Pietro gently shook his head. He’d tell you about the phone call later.
It was great hanging out with the old gang, shame about Carol, and Jane being unable to make it back. Bucky was dating that Natasha chick and hadn’t come home from the holidays. Evidently, this wasn’t a surprise to Sam or Wanda. Pietro however was a bit taken back. That was until he heard how his sister had almost killed Bucky when she had run into him last summer. Carol had had to restrain her. Pietro couldn’t lie he was kind of bummed to miss it.
Pietro and Wanda didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they did celebrate being around people they loved and as the four of you sat around waiting for Peter Parker to make an appearance, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. You hadn’t even reacted to the mentions of Bucky. The way your brown eyes lit up when you teased Sam about his poor season or crinkled your nose when Wanda complimented your new hair, made Pietro come completely undone. Not being able to restrain himself anymore he leant in and kissed you, a slow soft kiss. The taste of your gingerbread cookie and peppermint hot chocolate lingering on your lips. When Pietro pulled away, he shot Sam a wink, and you promptly turned crimson. Sam just sat there gawking. Pietro watched as Sam tried to piece together his hazy memory from that phone call.
2012
Pietro absolutely adored the photo you had gotten him for Christmas, displaying it on his bedside table proudly. He had brought you a stuffed bunny for Christmas, cheesy but it made you beam at him.
“A Bunny for my Bunny” Pietro said shooting you his signature grin. Your heart constricted; it was an adorable soft fluffy powder blue bunny.
After winter break things got crazy busy. The year also seemed to rush by, between keeping on top, your rehearsals for the play. Pietro’s football practises, football matches, nationals for your cheerleading competition. It felt like you had barely any time to breathe. Pietro always looked forward to football games, not because he loved playing which he did, no it was because when you were cheering your face lit up, you always had his number painted on your cheek. Your brown hair always pulled up in a high ponytail, accentuating your big beautiful brown eyes that always looked for Pietro’s ice-blue eyes on the field. Mostly he loved the looks of jealousy he would get from the other team when players would be checking you out. Pietro would always come over for a kiss for good luck when he wasn’t on the field. You always giggled about how Mr cool; the confident cocky big-time football player was such a dork around you. Pietro was fast, sometimes your eyes couldn’t quite make out his movements, all you would see was a flash of his silver-blonde hair that peeked out under his helmet. You had started calling him Quicksilver, originally as a joke but it had stuck.
“So, move in with me for the summer,” he had said, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn’t a big deal really but the thought of waking up to you every day for the summer made him practically giddy. Pietro continued to stroke circles on your bare legs. He was watching Grease, but he wasn’t absorbing what was being said.
Pietro loved every single second he got to spend with you, but mostly he loved the summer. College football season had finished, school was winding down and it meant he got to sit in those quiet moments with you. Pietro had no plans to go home for the Summer.
Pietro adored you more than he was willing to admit, hell he loved you which is why he was always never going to push you for anything more than you were comfortable with. He was content just kissing you, steamy make-out sessions. He just liked being close to you breathing in your scent, in the winter you always smelt like Vanilla and crushed Rose Petals. In the summer you changed your body spray, and he hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint the smell, but you smelt like Peaches, sunscreen, and sunshine. Okay, maybe not sunshine but he felt the warmth of your presence every time you were together. Pietro knew you were stressing about summer accommodation so he couldn’t help but offer up his place.
“Okay, I’ll move in for the summer,” you said. You picked up the remote and pressed pause on the DVD Pietro had been so focused on trying to play it cool he hadn’t even heard you the first time you spoke. When you started undressing, Pietro didn’t know where to look. Sure, you’d spent nights together, but Pietro always left you to get changed in his room whilst he went to brush his teeth. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your body as you walked into your bedroom. Pietro inwardly groaned and felt himself harden. Trying to take his mind off what he had just witnessed he pulled out his phone. That’s when you appeared in the door frame, wearing nothing but his football jersey, when it lifted to show the skin of your bare stomach Pietro nearly lost his damn mind.
“Well, are you coming or not handsome?” Pietro grinned throwing his phone on the sofa and closing the gap between you in seconds, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Pietro was certain that if he didn’t get his way with you right that second, he would combust.
Winter Break 2012
“You love her, don’t you?” Wanda asked Pietro. You were finishing up tech rehearsals, so Wanda and Pietro were enjoying some sibling bonding by cooking Paprikash. Wanda’s eyes narrowed at Pietro who was avoiding eye contact with his sister. He could feel his sisters warm blue eyes boring into him. Eventually, Pietro stopped washing up and turned to face his sister. Wiping his hands on a tea towel he finally lifted his eyes to meet Wanda’s.
“Yes, of course, I do but that’s not a secret, so what are you actually asking Wanda?” Pietro raked a hand through his silver-blonde hair.
“It's obvious you two love each other Pietro, dearly. But you’re in love with her, you would hang the stars for that girl, and when are you going to admit it? You visibly had a thing for her back in high school and you have healed the damage done by James Barnes. So why don’t you let your guard down and tell her how you truly feel?” Wanda asked. Pietro stood there dumbfounded. Had it genuinely been that obvious to people he had liked you back in high school when you were Bucky’s girl? As if reading Pietro’s mind Wanda answered his question.
“You may have fooled everyone else Pietro, but not me” Wanda returned to her cooking and that was the last of the conversation.
“Are you sure your mum doesn’t mind me staying with you guys for winter break?” you asked twiddling your hair nervously. Pietro chuckled lifting your small suitcase into his car.
“Come on then quicksilver, let’s get going before the traffic builds up,” you said shooting him a grin your worries disappearing.
“Yes Bunny, she wouldn’t hear of you staying here alone. Besides, Wanda would rip my arms off if I even thought about coming home without you” he said pressing a kiss to your temple. Pietro had refused to let you drive saying it was his turn as you had driven last year. You still looked unsure tugging at the selves of your red jumper dress as you walked round to the front of his car. Your brown hair fell in loose waves, still slightly damp from your last-minute shower.
Pietro sensed something else was bothering you but didn’t push it. Instead, he hopped up on the bonnet of his car and pulled you between his legs. Pressing his forehead to yours, he uttered a silent promise that his mum would love you and that that the rest of the old gang would be happy for you both like they had all sworn they were. You looked up at him through your big doe eyes and pecked a gentle kiss on his nose.
“So, who did you say was coming tonight again?” you asked. You were standing in Wanda’s room whilst you both got ready for the small hang out Pietro and Wanda were hosting. Pietro had gone out to pick up Sam and Peter Parker and this girl he was bringing, Gwen. Pietro of course had been right about his mum loving you, you’d spent the last four days feeling welcome, included and at home. Wanda and Pietro’s mum had enveloped you into a big hug the moment she met you.
“Sam, Jane, Peter and his girlfriend Gwen. Carol’s coming, I think she said she was bringing her girlfriend. Now put this on” Wanda said handing you a low cut, slim-fitting black sweater dress. You rolled your eyes at Wanda; you were quite happy wearing one of Pietro’s oversized sweaters and your jeans, but you knew better than to argue with her. Just then you heard the door shut.
“It will be great to have so many of the old group back together,” Sam said shrugging off his jacket as he followed Pietro down to the converted basement.
“How are things between you and Y/N?” Sam asked.
“Sam, they’re pretty amazing,” Pietro said, a slight blush forming in his cheeks.
“Okay, that’s good to hear. Did you know Bucky’s in town for the holidays? I text him saying he should come along tonight; I hope that’s okay?” Sam asked. Pietro shrugged, he hadn’t spoken to Bucky since Bucky’s graduation and even then, that had been by phone. It wasn’t that Pietro actively avoided speaking with Bucky, it’s just that Pietro didn’t have anything to say to Bucky.
The pair of you had spoken in great detail about everything that went down between Bucky and yourself last year after winter break, and Pietro could see you still carried the scars from what he had done to when he cheated on yourself. Just then Wanda and you made your way downstairs into the basement. Pietro felt himself harden when he got a good look at what you were wearing. It was going to be a long night whilst Pietro thought the urge to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless. As if reading her brothers thoughts Wanda smirked to herself, a job well done, maybe now her brother would grow some balls and finally tell you exactly how he felt.
“Bunny, you look. Just wow” Pietro said. Sam rolled his eyes, you giggled before walking over to give Pietro a gentle kiss on the lips. You wrapped your arms around him hugging him close before you felt his hardened member. You cocked an eyebrow at him, but Pietro shook his head brushing your hair behind your ears before giving you another gentle kiss.
After about two hours, everyone had relaxed, caught up and were just chilling. Sam hadn’t heard from Bucky, so Pietro hadn’t thought anything more about it, no sense bringing it up to you if he didn’t show.
Sam had also gotten up nudging Pietro, swearing he would beat him next time. Pietro chuckled, that’s when Sam nudged him.
“You sly bastard Parker” Sam practically shouted. The three of them were playing Mario Kart whilst Taylor Swift played in the background, all though he’d never admit to anyone, including no, especially you. Taylor Swift had grown on him over the past year. Mostly because he loved the way you lit up when you sang along to her in the car.
Pietro was so engrossed in his game with the boys he barely registered you getting up off the sofa next to him. Whilst Sam had been busy yelling at Peter for using Banana peels, Pietro had overtaken Sam in the race. Once the game finished Pietro noticed you weren’t next to him. Feeling empty without you snuggled next to him he got up and stretched. He figured you were probably talking to the girls or something.
“Uh, Pietro, you might want to go save your girl from an awkward encounter with her ex” Sam looked pained. He was realising the error of his ways by inviting Bucky along. Pietro just shot him a puzzled look before following Sam’s line of sight. Pietro sucked a breath in.
“Sam, I swear to god if she ends up in tears tonight because of you, I will not hesitate to punch you in the face,” Pietro said before walking off to the fridge where you and Bucky stood.
“Yeah, schools fine thanks Bucky,” you said politely. Pietro’s heart was beating loudly in his chest, he had no concerns about how secure your relationship was, he just wanted to save you from any unnecessary heartbreak when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes.
December 2012 – August 2014
“Hey Bunny,” he said kissing the corner of your head before wrapping his arms around you.
“Hey Buck, long time no see!” Pietro said. Bucky stood frozen for a few seconds processing what he had just witnessed.
“Hey, Pietro Yeah. It's been a hot minute, so you two are a couple? You guys look cute congrats. Oh man, wow is that Peter over there? I barely recognise him I’m going to go say hey. Catch you guys later!” Bucky said practically running over to Peter. You turned around and kissed Pietro.
“Come on Quicksilver, let’s see if I can beat you at Mario Kart,” you said pulling him over to the sofa. Pietro instantly felt himself relax, glad to see that you hadn’t been impacted by Bucky’s sudden appearance. He grinned at you as he let you drag him behind you,
“What?” you said chuckling at his goofy grin.
“I’m just so fucking in love with you Y/N,” he said. Your heart skipped a few beats. Sure, you had both said I love you, but the way Pietro’s ice-blue eye’s shone at you, the way he had phrased it as being in love with you, made your heart squeeze, butterflies erupt in your stomach and all those other cliché metaphors.
“Pietro, I am going to rock you fucking world tonight, because I feel the exact same way”, you whispered in his ear. Pietro’s eyes bulged out of his head. He lent down and gave you a hungry kiss, sending electricity coursing through your body. When you finally broke free from the kiss Pietro, caught sight of Bucky glowering in the corner of the room ignoring whatever it was Peter was wittering on about.
Winter break came and went. Your second year at Uni whizzed past. Pietro even joined you and your family for your annual summer vacation in Miami, your grandparents were getting on a bit, so you decided to skip the summer production of Hairspray. Pietro joined you for two summers of family vacations in Miami. Your Grandma took a liking to him.
“Pietro, so good to see you again,” she said hugging him. “If I was 55 years younger”, she said shooting Pietro a wink. Pietro chuckled and stuck his tongue out at you.
“See I told you that she loved me the most out of all of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes. Pietro was right your grandma did have a soft spot for him. Who could blame her? Pietro was a true gentleman and his muscles stretched out any shirt he wore. His floppy silver-blonde hair and his goody grin. You were truly a lucky girl. He was going to break your grandma’s heart as much as yours when you two ended things this summer.
Saying goodbye to you was going to be one of the hardest things he ever had to do. The pair of you had spent the last week of summer in Florida with Wanda and her boyfriend James also known as Vision. Tomorrow you would both be getting on separate planes and going your separate ways. You were dancing around in the sea not a care in the world.
Pietro loved the way you were in the summer, the stresses of school melted away. You burned easily so your skin always had a very faint sun-kissed glow to it, but the way you were with your family. That was when you truly glowed. The way you blushed when your parents would talk about how proud they were of you. You were an only child, so your cousins were the closest thing to siblings you had.
And boy did your two male cousins pick on you. Teasing you about being smart, your relationship with Pietro. The way you would roll your eyes at them. Pietro’s heart squeezed with adoration when he watched you huddled in the kitchen with your grandma. Oblivious to the fact he was watching your brow would furrow in concentration as your grandma bossed you about in the kitchen whilst the pair of you cooked up some delicious treats.
“You know brother if you asked her to do long distance and wait for you, she would”, Wanda said sitting down next to Pietro. Wanda’s red hair almost looked like fire in the setting sun. Pietro sighed and shook his head.
“I know, but it’s not right or fair on her. She has plans of her own and we will be busy setting up your fashion label in NYC” he said, raking a hand through his hair.
“Besides, She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. She deserves to enjoy her last year, her heart is in Michigan, where her mum and dad are.” Pietro sighed. Just then you came bounding over. Your black bikini just about covering all it needed too. You plopped down on the blanket beside Pietro, your brown hair trying to escape its messy bun. You rested your head in Pietro’s lap. You giggled as he gently bopped your nose. Swallowing down the ache in your chest.
The pair of you stood wrapped in each other’s embrace at the airport, the rest of the world shut out. Pietro breathing in your familiar scent one last time. He didn’t need to hear you to know you were crying. It was taking everything in him not to cry too.
“Be good Bunny, don’t cause too much mischief with Loki and stay in touch. I love you my little Bunny” he said wiping the tears from your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, so you just held him tight and cried. When you finally broke the embrace and Pietro boarded. He wiped away the few tears that had escaped his eyes.
#pietro maximoff#pietro x reader#pietro x you#pietro fluff#bucky x natasha#wanda x vision#msmarvelwrites2k#marvel fanfiction#marvel au#avengers au
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Finally Got It
Summary: Remus isn't good with sappy, romantic words but he's gonna do his damnedest to overcome that for Patton.
Warnings: None I’m aware of.
Pairing: Intruality
Word Count: 2,095
General Taglist: @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @firey-alex, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas, @sanderssidesweirdo, @stormypaint, @just-a-little-bit-gay-oops, @dying-is-a-hobby, @the-angry-child
Intruality Taglist: @jessibbb
Notes: Really loving these songs + ship requests :D also i am definitely considering this an early birthday present to myself.
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Remus, despite being a writer, wasn’t really the best with his words.
At least, not when it came to romance he wasn’t. Being a horror novelist did nothing in the sappy department and he tended to have more skill in sex than he did in being romantic.
And yet… Patton still loved him. He giggled at his porn jokes and powered through his horror hyperfixation with a smile and a reminder to eat and drink water while he researched. It was honestly amazing how well they could work together.
That isn’t to say they haven’t had their problems of course. When they first met, Patton was so unsettled by Remus that he outright avoided interactions with him.
It had hurt and there was a long trial of them getting closer and Remus would always remember the first time Patton laughed at one of his sexual jokes (it had been a pun, and Remus learned that puns were basically the way to his heart).
God he loved that man so much.
Enough to try and write a stupid sappy love letter on their third anniversary because Patton was the sappiest romantic Remus had ever met, even worse than his own brother, and he wanted to make him get that bubbly smile he wore when he watched romcoms like they were the best cinematic invention to grace the screen.
Fucking hell, Patton really was too cute to handle sometimes.
But again, Remus was really bad with being romantic in the traditional sense. He didn’t like the smell of roses so he either avoided the flowers or gave Patton dead ones. Then there was the fact he was allergic to chocolate so he couldn’t even consider getting Patton that because then he’d have to go a whole day, possibly longer, without kissing his boyfriend and Remus may be strong but no man who had a similar strength in desire for affection like him could handle that.
Sometimes he just wanted Patton to smother him in kisses and make him break down into wheezy cackling that made his heart overflow with love and his cheeks hurt from smiling.
With a small groan, Remus let his head fall back against the wall, the document on his laptop only having six words on the screen because he just… wasn’t sure how to continue the stupid letter.
“Squid?” Patton called, peering over the counter cutting between the living room and the kitchen, an eyebrow lifted and his smile lopsided in his concern.
“Doing fine, Pat. Just having a hard time thinking.”
“Is this about the thing you asked Roman about the other day?”
Remus cleared his throat a little bit, stubbornly continuing to look at the ceiling so Patton couldn’t see how his face was starting to redden.
“Kinda, yeah,” he answered, tapping his fingers on the corners of his laptop where he wouldn’t risk pressing buttons.
Patton went quiet for a second, and the next thing Remus knew he was thwapped in the temple with a paper ball.
Confusion and amusement distracted Remus from his embarrassment, and he looked at Patton with his own raised eyebrow while he searched for the paper ball with one hand.
When he found it, he brought it to eye level and looked away from his boyfriend to see… a wad of paper terribly decorated like a pokeball.
“What?” he asked his confusion and amusement both increasing as he looked at his now grinning boyfriend.
“Anniversary is coming up. Figured I’d give you your first hint on what I’ll be doing,” was Patton’s answer, which he punctuated with a wink.
Oh God, Remus was so in love with this dork
“With your hint given though, I’m gonna go back to planning my class for the week. Teaching kindergarten is rough work and all that,” Patton joked, blowing a kiss Remus’ way before he hid himself back in his office.
As serious as the word “office” sounded, Patton really had it full of stim toys, children’s toys and bad art and crayons. Said it put him in the environment he needed to get stuff done.
Remus was pretty sure he also just liked playing with the toys, but he couldn’t really fault him for it. Patton was very good at having a childish imagination and Remus loved him for it.
Not the only reason why he loved him, but it was a pretty big one.
If he had to list every reason Remus chose Patton as a lifelong partner, he’d be here… a while.
Chose.
Looking back at the paper pokeball, Remus tilted his head in thought, his brother’s words from the week before coming back to him.
”Look if you want to be sappy just… pick something that reminds you of him and build a metaphor linking it to him and how much you love him. Usually what I do with Janus.”
Hmm… He could work with that.
With a glance back to the doc on his screen, he backed out of four of the six words, set the paper pokeball down on the coffee table where he could look at it between focus bursts of writing and remember just how much he loved his boyfriend, and then got to work.
“Okay Pat the Cat, please tell me you’re not leading me into a cave where I have to outsmart an axe murderer because writing about horror and surviving horror are two different things and dying on our anniversary is not something I want to do.”
Patton giggled, and Remus could tell he was rolling his eyes, even if it was playfully.
“I’m flattered that you think I could get someone to kill for me-”
“You can? I’m right here.”
“Hush you. No, we’re not even in a cave right now? What made you think cave?”
Remus paused, looking in his boyfriend’s general direction, his sight hindered by a blindfold.
“We’re doing a lot of climbing, babe.”
Patton let out an ugly snort, pulling at Remus’ hand to urge him into moving again.
“We’re not going to a cave housing an axe murderer, Remus. Actually, we’re almost there! You’re gonna have to keep close to me though, I don’t want you running into a tree.”
With a fond sigh, Remus let himself be pulled just a little bit closer to Patton and kept himself there without tripping over his boyfriend’s heels.
Not long and Patton gently guided Remus to a stop and pulled him in for a chaste kiss.
He pulled off the blindfold while their lips were locked, and by the time Remus was blinking his eyes open, he felt kind of dumb for only writing Patton a letter because now they were in a clearing big enough to have a picnic blanket on the ground and there were cardboard cutouts of pokemon hanging from the trees.
It was clear Patton put a lot of work into this, and a sappy love letter felt a little inadequate compared to this.
“Do you like it? I remembered you talking about your special interest in the series when you were little and I know sometimes you still like watching the show and you always get the newest games so I just… figured it would be cute to give you something like this after three years of being together.”
Remus didn’t say anything, going up to the Trubbish cutout and lifting it a bit to get a better look.
After a second he looked at another cutout that had a Grimer on it. And another with a Weezing.
“Squid?” Patton asked, a bit of concern in his tone that made Remus turn to face him again.
“Oh honey…” he whispered, coming closer to Remus with his hands outstretched until they were on Remus’ face, thumbs wiping away tears Remus hadn’t even realized he was crying.
With a sniffle and a weak laugh, Remus covered one of Patton’s hands with his own.
“I’m fine. I just… got overwhelmed with how much I love you. You remembered all of my favorite pokemon?”
Patton’s concerned frown turned into an adoring smile.
“Of course! Pokemon is a really easy franchise to get into. There’s so many pokemon with names that are puns! And you get really excited when you talk about it, how could I not remember that?”
Remus kind of wanted to marry this man. Which wasn’t really a thought he had before but it didn’t exactly catch him off guard either.
“All this kinda makes my gift pale in comparison. If we didn’t have a no expensive gifts rule I absolutely would have done better,” he said, thinking to some of the things Patton has gushed over to make teaching his kids so much easier and more fun.
Patton scrunched up his face in distaste, shaking his head.
“Nope! Whatever you did, I’m sure it’s just as good. No self deprecation on our anniversary, mister.”
Snorting, Remus pecked Patton’s nose.
“Alright, alright fine. I’m gonna take a guess though that that picnic basket is full of food and if so I would very much like to eat after giving you your gift.”
“Why yes it is! C’mon, let’s sit down.”
Remus pulled the envelope with his letter out of his back pocket and sat down with his boyfriend, handing it to him before opening the basket so he could ignore his nerves and look at what Patton had prepared for them.
Things were quiet. Not silent, couldn’t be with the sounds of the woods surrounding them and Remus messing with the food containers trying not to watch Patton while he read the letter.
His nerves got worse with each second Patton read and didn’t say anything.
And then finally—
“You wrote this?” Patton whispered, voice hoarse with barely held back tears that Remus could see brimming in his eyes when he looked up.
“Uh… well I mean… I know it’s not the best, pretty sure I couldn’t edit out all of the rambling if I tried, but uh. Yeah, I did.”
Patton looked away from the papers, creased from being in the envelope and fluttering a little in the slight breeze surrounding the two and making the pokemon cutouts dance in the trees.
He was beaming.
“Well, I guess having a lifelong love letter is a good reason as any to give you this,” he said, gently folding the papers and placing them under one of the containers Remus had pulled out before digging into the picnic basket and pulling out a large metal pokeball he hadn’t noticed when he was digging in there.
Remus took it when Patton held it out, giving his boyfriend a questioning look and receiving a “go on” gesture in response.
Guess he was opening it then?
Slowly, he lifted the red top of the pokeball and then nearly dropped it in his shock when he saw a silver band glint in the sunlight peeking through the trees.
“Patton, what is this?” he asked softly, not sure because he could never be sure unless he was told outright what was happening.
“A proposal,” Patton answered, wringing his hands together in a clear display of anxiety, “kind of. I had this whole speech planned but your really sweet letter made me speechless.”
Remus and Patton both snorted a little at the joke.
Taking a deep breath, Remus looked back down at the ring so he could actually gather what it looked like beyond the silver band.
It wasn’t much, the band thick and two tiny gems impressed into the metal surrounded by linked hearts. The gems were blue and green, both Patton’s and Remus’ favorite colors.
He carefully took the ring out of the pokeball, and then slid it on left his ring finger as he felt a grin take over his expression.
Patton then launched himself at Remus, taking him by surprise and making them both fall to the ground.
“Please tell me that’s a yes,” Patton whispered, his arms wrapped around Remus’ waist and his face buried in his neck.
Remus huffed, settling his right hand on the small of Patton’s back, grinning up at the sky broken up by leaves before he brought his left hand in his vision to admire the ring.
“It’s a hell fucking yeah.”
With a squeal, Patton clung tighter to Remus, and he prepared himself to just lay in the grass with his fiance for a while.
Not like he minded though. Not when they were surrounded by his favorite pokemon and able to brush his fingers through Patton’s hair.
Remus finally got one that chose him too.
#casper writes#ts remus#ts patton#intruality#background roceit#mentioned roman#proposal fic#this is so soft and cute#remus has adhd and a special interest in pokemon you cant change my mind#i rly love this a lot actually Wow#its so cute...
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Dodgeball - Harry Styles
summary// this is based on the james corden dodgeball video (even though it won’t play out the exact same) the reader is famous and is on the usa team and goes against her boyfriend on the uk team
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I shouldn’t have been surprised that James would want us both to participate. When he called Harry the first thing he asked was if I was there.
“Uh, yeah. She’s right here next to me.”
I look up from my phone to see what Harry is talking about. I didn’t even hear his phone ring. He holds out his phone and puts it on speaker.
“Y/n, you there?” A voice calls out.
James called. That’s who is asking Harry if I’m there.
“Hi, James! Yes, I’m here.” I laugh slightly.
I send Harry and confused look and his expression matches mine. Well, he doesn’t know what this is about either. Harry and I have both been on his show promoting different things several times. Never has he called us on speaker phone together.
“I was wondering if you both would like to come on Late Late for a skit. We’re playing a game of team dodgeball, USA versus the UK.”
I can’t wipe off the grin now, I love competition.
“We’d love to.” I answer, I look over and Harry is smirking.
“Are you sure, love? Don’t want you to be too sad when you lose.” He reaches a hand toward me, I smack it away.
“I don’t think we’ll be worrying about that.”
A couple of weeks pass and soon enough, the game day is here. Harry and I have been smack talking the entire time. Shortly after the call from James, I found out that I am on Michelle Obama’s team along with several other celebs.
“This is going to be fun.” I grin as I take off my seatbelt before we walk towards the entrance of the gym.
“Yeah, I’m excited.” He reaches out his hand for mine. “I can’t wait to win.”
“Pffft.” I snort, “Why do you think you’re going to win?”
“Because the UK is better in every way.”
“Not sports.” I smile.
“We’ll see about that.” He rolls his eyes jokingly.
“Care to bet on it?” My grin getting wider.
“I would love to.” He turns to face me, he holds out his pinky. This is our usual way to place bets. “Our usual wager?”
“Yeah.” I smirk. “I win, I’m in charge tonight. You win, you’re in charge tonight.”
This is always our wager when we bet on things. Sex. We both still win in the end that way.
We make our way into the gym, both of us are still giddy and excited about what is going to come after this now.
James explains the rules to the camera and to us before we start our first round. I race forward and grab a ball, I notice Harry is one of the first up there too. He throws the ball and it hits Melissa McCarthy. I manage to get Benedict out which makes me proud. In a single moment of victory, Harry manages to get a ball and hits me in the shoulder with it.
My jaw drops and I turn to look at him. He has this perfectly guilty smile on his face.
“It’s just a game, love.” He yells, still laughing to himself as I walk over to the bench.
“Yeah, just remember who you have to go home with tonight.”
He cuts me a look knowing the double meaning to my words.
The game carries out and the UK team ends up winning the first round. They dance around like dorks cheering while Michelle gives us a pep talk. Harry points at me and holds up a one for their win.
“How are you doing, Y/n?” Mila Kunis asks with a laugh as she looks across to Harry to gesture to him. There has been smack talk since we are the only couple against each other.
“I’m fine, I’m going to destroy him next round.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what I would do if Ashton was on the other team.” She rolls her eyes.
Soon enough the second round starts and this time I stay back a bit. I wait for a ball to come to me. It doesn’t take long, James throws the ball and I manage to catch it. Michelle gets Benedict out while Harry gets Kate out.
I take the play right out of his book. He turns his back for only a second and I throw it as hard as I can. It launches through the air and nails him in the back.
“In the back? Really?” Harry laughs and feigns hurt.
It’s totally fair, even if he’s denying it. He turned his back on the game was his mistake.
“It’s just a game, love.” I say his earlier words back to him.
I get Reggie out and that’s game. Round two goes to team USA. It’s our turn to cheer obnoxiously and dance around. I point to him and he shakes his head.
We get into positions for the third and final round. The tiebreaker.
They blow the whistle and we all tear off to get a ball. Mila, Kate, and I all get a ball. Harry and James get the other two.
This game lasts longer than the other two rounds. We slowly all lose people, until finally we’re down to just two people.
Harry versus me.
“I’m not so sure this is good for the relationship.” Harry says loud enough for me to hear.
“Why? Every relationship needs some healthy competition.” I laugh.
“You have that evil look in your eyes, love.” He scrunches up his nose with an adorable smile on his face.
“Ugh, shut up.”
Harry starts to wind up to throw the ball, but I beat him to the chase. I throw the ball and he tries to jump out of the way, but it still manages to hit him. He drops to the ground in defeat which easily makes me chuckle.
Everyone breaks out in a cheer. The girls run over and give hugs, the room fills with confetti. After talking to the girls I walk over to the other side of the gym to Harry. He starts a slow clap when he sees me coming, jokingly I take a bow.
“Well done.”
“Thank you.”
I pull him in for a hug and he spins around, the confetti still falling around us.
“Congrats, honestly.” He puts me back down, my arms are still wrapped around his neck while his are at my waist, “It was a good game.”
We go to a small stage to get the award which makes everyone cheer again. We finish everything else out for filming and we get to go home. Harry and I walk out, his arm hung over my shoulders.
“Maybe we should start playing more sports against each other.” Harry brings up the idea.
“I don’t know if your ego can take me winning over and over.”
There are few things I love more than teasing Harry. He’s too easy to get riled up.
“Wow, someone is feeling awfully cocky.” He smirks looking down at me.
“I am. I kicked your ass today. Plus, I won so that means I’m in-charge tonight.”
I let my hand trace lightly down his chest.
“You minx.” he mutters, his breath catching in his throat, “What do you have in mind?”
“Now, why would I ruin the surprise? I can’t tease you that way.”
He ruffles up my hair making me push him away.
“I’ll race you to the car.”
“You’re on.”
#harry styles imagine#harry styles x reader#harry styles x read#harry styles x you#harry styles gif#Harry Styles#james corden#dodgeball#harry styles au
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Of Tunnels and Light
Fic #6, Zestiria - AtlA AU
[Read on AO3]
In order to avoid the ever-encroaching Fire Nation, Sorey and the gang need to sneak out of the valley surrounding the mountaintop city of Omashu. Luckily, the Sparrowfeathers know intimately well the songs and tales of the "Secret Tunnel" that cuts straight through the mountains.
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“Ohhhhhhh my gooooooooshhhhhhh! Would you look at him? Would you just wook at ‘im! He’s adorable, yes he is!”
“You probably shouldn’t get too close, Rose.”
“Aw, he’s harmless!”
“Right now. Atakk isn’t known for being friendly to anyone else that isn’t Lailah or Sorey.”
“Oh, but I think we can make an exception for me, right? Because you’re just so cute and friendly! Aren’t you?” Rose deepens her voice and puffs out her cheeks as if she were talking to a baby as she squeezes the sides of Atakk’s snout. From where Mikleo stands a few feet away, it looks more like she’s hugging his giant nose.
“Aren’t you sweet, you big, adorable, scaley, big, winged, big dragon, you?”
Mikleo fists his hands at his side and huffs. “Rose!”
“Lighten up, would ya, Mik?” The merchant-turned-ally turns to toss a grin over her shoulder. Her hands rub all over the snout of a very happy, contended black dragon. Atakk rumbles, a sound not too unlike a purr emanating lowly from his chest. “He’s like a little pupling. He’s fine.”
Atakk rolls over and kicks his claws into the air. The surrounding forest shakes under the toss of his weight; trees shudder and shake loose idling birds. Leaves flutter slowly to the earth. Mikleo blows off the one that fell on his nose and rolls his eyes.
Rose squeals.
“Then again, maybe it’s just Fire Nation assholes he likes,” he mumbles and, despite what Sorey and Lailah said about keeping watch as Rose was finally introduced to Atakk, turns around to wander back to camp.
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“We’ll have to cut through the mountain.”
“What? Are you kidding me? That’s the last thing we should do. You’ve heard the stories about the tunnel, right?”
“We only sing them twenty times a year--”
“--and whenever the spring comes because spring brings romance and romance brings paying audiences,” Eguille finishes, his voice overlapping with Dezel’s dry tone. He turns to Dezel and shakes the map in his hands so that it rustles very loudly in the forest clearing. “That tunnel is a tunnel of death. We’re not guiding the Avatar through a place that could potentially kill him.”
Sorey turns the instant he hears a rustle of leaves. A broad and relieved smile breaks out on his face. “Mikleo. How’d it go?”
“Well, Atakk seems to have a new best friend.” Mikleo tries not to sound too glum about it. He plops down on the log next to Sorey and props his chin in his hand. “But I think I traded one annoying situation for another. Doesn’t sound like things are going too well over here either.”
“Yeah…I hope Lailah is having better luck than us with the twins and getting food.”
Dezel sighs as if this conversation is taxing him. “He’s going to die anyway if we take the main or back roads. There was a reason we had to leave Omashu.”
“I know it as well as you do. If the Fire Nation takes Omashu…”
“So you don’t actually disagree with me.”
Eguille sighs and rolls up the map. In lieu of an answer, he turns behind him. “What do you say, Sorey? You’re the one we’re trying to smuggle out of the way of the Fire Nation’s raids. Do you think this entire crazy venture is worth risking the tunnel?”
“Tunnel?”
As Eguille walks over to unroll his map before them, Dezel mutters, “There’s a secret tunnel, known only through legends and folktales, that cuts through the mountains surrounding Omashu. As occasional performers--at Rose’s behest--we’re well familiar with the songs and tales.”
“Does that mean you sing?”
Dezel’s mouth quirks at Sorey’s question. Mikleo’s pretty sure he saw Eguille’s eyebrow give a funny twitch.
“I want to hear the song!” Sorey asks with fisted hands. Mikleo’s pretty sure those are stars he sees in his friend’s eyes.
“No.” Eguille shakes his head and quickly rolls up the scroll. He straightens to a stand and turns around. “Besides, that has nothing to do with determining our way out of this spirit-forsaken valley. If we want to get away from Omashu and the encroaching Fire Nation, then we need to decide how.”
“Well, you know what my vote is.”
Sorey and Mikleo turn around. Rose stands behind them, her feet shoulder-width apart, with her arms crossed proudly over her chest. She winks at them and then with a flourish of miming a guitar solo, belts unceremoniously, “SECRET TUNNEL!”
Eguille slaps a hand over his face. Mikleo stifles his snicker behind his hand.
Sorey gasps excitedly. “Is that the song?”
“You bet it is!” Rose grins. She makes a dismissive gesture. “I mean, more or less. Usually I make Eguille sing; he’s got the much better tenor. But that’s besides the point!” With no warning, she squats down behind Mikleo and Sorey and loops an arm around each of their necks, sticking her head in the space between them. “With you two along, it’s practically a no-brainer for us to take that Secret Tunnel, because we’ll be out through that labyrinth in no time!”
“Labyrinth?” Mikleo asks at the same time that Sorey wonders, “How’s that?”
“Uh, duh, ‘cuz the legends always say that if you trust in love, then you’ll make it through okay.”
“Trust in--” Sorey looks to Mikleo immediately.
At the same time, their faces burn bright red. Mikleo looks away first, stuffing his hands in his lap.
“See?” Rose straightens up and claps her hands in the center of their backs. “With you two dorks around, I think we’ll be just fine.”
“It’s not--” Mikleo tries to say but Rose has already stepped around the log, her attention on Eguille and Dezel as they talk about travel plans.
In the awkward silence that follows her departure, Sorey risks a glance at Mikleo’s profile. His eyes fall to his bare neck.
They still hadn’t talked about what happened that night in Omashu.
Sorey doesn’t think he knows what he wants to say of the bubbly, twisting feeling in his gut. He doesn’t know what he wants to say about, “Hey, sorry I freaked out and went all Avatar state when you got hurt,” or “Hey, do you want me to make you a new necklace? Would you even wear a new betrothal necklace? We aren’t eight anymore, but I think maybe my feelings about you haven’t changed so much as deepened, but now I kind of wonder: does a necklace even encompass everything I feel about you now?”
The words never come.
“It’s just a legend. Right?”
Sorey blinks, eyes snapping back up to Mikleo’s. His friend’s eyes seem lost in the shadows of the trees far beyond their camp. “What?”
“Nothing.” Mikleo stands up with a heavy sigh, not meeting Sorey’s eyes. “We’d better get everything packed.”
“Right…”
o - o - o
Atakk is afraid of the giant, gaping tunnel. Sorey isn’t sure what to do to calm him down, especially when even Lailah seems to be at a loss. They both walk with one hand on either side of the dragon’s belly, bringing up the rear of their wandering group as they stride deeper and deeper into the tunnel’s maze. Floating above their free hands, palm-up, are small balls of fire.
It’s Mikleo’s idea to use a map and mark the directions they came from. He borrows a blank scroll from the Sparrowfeathers’ cart and scribbles furiously at every turn. Every once in a while, his tongue peeks out between his lips when his face tightens in confusion.
Sorey thinks it’s adorable.
When they find their tenth dead-end, Dezel sighs. “This isn’t working.”
“Course not.” Rose doesn’t sound the least bit surprised; with both hands clasped behind her head, she seemed to be the epitome of relaxed. “The legends don’t say to uh, try and create a map of the tunnels’ twisting labyrinth and maybe you’ll find your way out.”
Mikleo spins around and glares.
Rose shrugs.
They retrace their steps.
When they arrive at the previous intersection of tunnels, Mikleo gets into a heated debate with Rose and Eguille, one in which Dezel occasionally throws his two cents into. Sorey straightens the same instant Atakk does--a thing Mikleo chalks up to the strange connection the two have--until Sorey worryingly mutters, “Hey. Guys, you hear that?”
Atakk grows more agitated. He wriggles and backpedals, eyes scanning the many surrounding dark tunnels.
Felice cups her hands around the back of her ears. Her twin answers for her, quiet and frowning: “No.”
Sorey’s eyes snap to the same tunnel Atakk’s does. “I think there’s--”
With an ear-piercing shriek, a giant mole-bat launches itself out of the shadows with mad flaps of its two, veined wings. Its mouth is open as it flies for their faces, teeth gleaming sharp in the dark.
Rose yelps and squats low, covering her head. Eguille throws up his hands in front of his face.
Dezel throws up a gust of wind that buffets the mole-bat, knocking it up and away before it can sink its teeth and claws into anyone. As if he had stirred a hornet’s nest, a dozen more mole-bats immediately drop from the ceiling and flutter together in a swarm. The mole-bats form a cloud of unearthly, cacophonous screams, gushing out from the tunnel and over their heads.
Atakk freaks.
Roaring loud enough to drown out the panic of the mole-bats, Atakk darts away from Lailah and Sorey’s hands, backpedaling in a mad haste.
“Atakk, wait--!”
Atakk thrashes against the walls, squirming and screaming. The bellows rising up from his chest augment the moment he realizes, beady eyes wide, that there’s no escape. There’s no sky. There is only the earth and this tomb and already, Atakk had been uncomfortable in this underground tunnel; now, it is suffocating and terrifying and Atakk wants out--wants out--wants out--
Sorey presses the heel of his hand to his temple with a quiet groan.
In a flash, Mikleo is at his side. “Sorey!”
“Calm him down!” It is perhaps the first time they have ever heard Dezel raise his voice beyond a murmur. “That damn dragon is going to bring down the entire ceiling if he--”
A sudden crack drowns out the rest of his words. It booms, reverberating throughout the underground cavern. Two more thunderous cracks follow, and then giant, lumpy chunks of rock drop.
In a brilliant spin that fans out the ends of his black coat, Dezel jumps.
It is the last thing Mikleo and Sorey see before they are flung to the side by a mighty gust of wind.
Dust fills the chamber.
o - o - o
Atakk’s screams have quieted into pitiful whines. His claws scrape and pull against the piled stone in front of them. Mikleo and Sorey hold onto each other with wide eyes, fingers fisting tightly in the dirtied blue other’s water-tribe wear.
It is so, so quiet on this side of the cave-in. It would be so, so dark without Sorey’s fire.
“Should we help him?” Sorey murmurs.
Mikleo can still taste a filmy, grainy layer of dust on his tongue, coating his mouth and drying his tongue. He shrugs weakly. “I’m not sure what good it would do.”
“Sorey! Mikleo!”
Sorey jerks up to his feet. He stumbles over to the mountain of rocks. “Lailah! Lailah, we’re here! We’re both here and okay!” With one last, meek wimper, Atakk collapses against the stone and slides down to the earth. Sorey swallows and bends to put his free hand on the side of his head. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“Oh, thank goodness! I was so worried!” There’s a pause before Lailah’s muffled voice reaches them again. “Yes! We’re all fine, thanks to Dezel’s quick thinking. I imagine you’ll learn that trick yourself sometime, Sorey!”
“Y-yeah…”
“In the meantime!” Rose’s voice drifts over. “It’s no use trying to dig through this. We’ll meet you on the other side of the tunnel, all right?”
Mikleo’s presence is warm as he joins Sorey’s side. “The other side?” he sputters. “How?! How, exactly, are we supposed to find our way out when the tunnels themselves keep on changing! This is impossible!”
“No, it’s not! You just gotta trust in love, my dude!” Rose calls back. “Sing the song if you want! You know the words by now!”
“I’m not singing!”
“Then that’s Sorey’s loss!”
Sorey’s ears burn bright red. He thinks he sees Mikleo’s face tinged red, too--or maybe that’s a trick of the firelight still burning above the palm of his hand.
“You guys will be fine! Trust me! Or rather…” Rose pauses dramatically and then adds, “Trust in love.”
Mikleo groans and shouts, “Rose!” but Rose’s laughter grows distant. When he grabs at the stone and calls for her again, there’s no answer. “This isn't funny!” he adds and with a huff, he pushes away from the pile. “Fine. Whatever. If she’s going to be like that and we’re on our own, then we’ll just…we’ll…”
“Mikleo?”
“C’mon, Sorey. I don’t think we’ve tried this tunnel yet.”
“O-okay. C’mon, Atakk…”
Atakk makes a pitiful sound but lifts himself from the ground to slunk after them.
o - o - o
The tomb is the last thing Sorey expects to find in these Secret Tunnels, but the one thing Mikleo was most anticipating. With help from Atakk, the heavy round stone blocking the entrance is shoved aside and immediately, eras-old, undisturbed dust wafts over them.
“Eugh. Gross.” Mikleo scrunches his nose up and coughs.
“But so, so cool,” Sorey breathes and when Mikleo looks to his friend’s profile and sees the wonder in his green eyes, he starts to smile.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I guess.”
Sorey turns to Mikleo to give him one bright grin, before he bounds down into the crypt. Mikleo follows.
In the antarctic tundra of the South Pole, Sorey and Mikleo have had little exposure to underground tombs and crypts and dusty rock walls covered with hieroglyphs. This feels like hallowed ground: two sarcophagi in the center of the chamber and two giant statues carved into the wall at the back, bent into a tender kiss. The ancient stones whisper stories to anyone willing to listen. Mikleo and Sorey have never seen anything like it.
“I think I want to keep this close to my heart,” Sorey murmurs, voice lost as if he were in a happy dream. “Y’know?”
“You want to keep close a tomb?” Mikleo chuckles.
“You know what I mean!” Sorey huffs and when Mikleo has to press a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing more, Sorey turns away with a sheepish smile. “I just think there’s something so neat about this. We were so, so afraid of being lost forever in these tunnels and then, all of a sudden, we found something incredible. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Well, the timing surely is convenient.”
“Yeah. And maybe it’s silly, but I think if I weren’t the Avatar, maybe I would like to find more cool, forgotten things with old stories. I think I love exploring,” Sorey whispers. Mikleo watches him, something tightening in his throat as Sorey’s fingers trace the tragic romance of Oma and Shu on the cavern wall. “I think I love this.”
Mikleo doesn’t know why his chest feels tight and at the same time so warm. Why is he, in turn, so happy to see Sorey so happy? Shouldn’t they be frustrated and hungry? Afraid? Why, of all things, is he only glad to hear Sorey talk about something he loves?
Because I think I--
Oh.
Mikleo’s breath hitches in his throat.
Oh.
Sorey doesn’t notice. His hand not occupied with keeping a fire going continues to trace the tragic romance of Oma and Shu.
Mikleo’s fingertips brush his bare neck.
“Sorey.”
Sorey lifts his gaze from the wall. “Yeah?”
“I think…I think you should let the fire go out.”
“What?”
Mikleo turns around, violet eyes burning in the firelight like iridescent burgundy. Sorey can’t take his gaze away, not when his childhood friend looks at him with such intensity and certainly not when Mikleo presses himself so close to his side. Sorey feels his heart flutter high in his throat.
“It’s okay,” Mikleo breathes. He gently takes Sorey’s hand holding the flame. Sorey turns bright red. “Let it go out.”
“Mikleo--”
“It’s okay.” Mikleo feels a thrill of pride at managing to sound so calm and so sure, so steady, despite the fireworks show his nerves are putting on at their close proximity. “It’s love. Right? The only way out is love. We have to trust it.”
“Okay.” Sorey swallows hard.
And there it is: the smallest tense of a slender eyebrow--a bend just near the curve of his eye--that probably tells Sorey a million things about what Mikleo is really feeling in this moment. Sorey has known Mikleo his entire life, far long enough to recognize what that flicker probably means, what that crack in the careful mask of his cool composure reveals: that he is afraid, that he is nervous. That he isn’t sure about what is to come. Uncertainty has always put Mikleo at his most uncomfortable; he is a young man of careful planning and thoughtful action. Not spontaneity. He is not Sorey.
And yet, if he could be just as brave…
“Sorey,” Mikleo begins, his voice soft and small. He can feel his own cheeks begin to burn. “...do you…love me?”
There’s a beat.
A brief snapshot of time where Sorey stares at Mikleo and Mikleo hesitantly raises his eyes to gaze back.
And then--
The fire goes out the same moment Sorey leans forward.
o - o - o
“Hey! You guys made it! See, I know you would!”
Sorey and Mikleo turn away from the dry valley ahead. Up in the sky high above, Atakk happily curls and uncurls, a slender, dark string sailing through the thick clouds at his leisure. His shadow passes over them as Sorey lifts a hand and jogs over to hug Lailah once she has slipped down from the giant badger-mole’s back. Over Lailah’s shoulder, he smiles at Rose and her Sparrowfeathers as they, too, descend from the back of two other badger-moles.
“You guys made it out okay, too!” Sorey passes a glance over them once the badger-moles have retreated into the tunnels. He can’t see any signs of injuries. “How did you get those badger-moles to help? That’s amazing!”
“We sang,” Rose says and puts her hands on her hips to sneer at Mikleo.
Mikleo rolls his eyes.
“How about you two?” Lailah’s hand cups Sorey’s face. She tilts his head left and right and Sorey laughs. “You didn’t get hurt, did you? How did you get out of those tunnels?”
Sorey’s face reddens. “Well…” He looks to Mikleo.
After a long moment, Mikleo shakes his head. “That’s our secret.”
“Yeah, right. Ha! I bet you two--”
Immediately, Eguille plants a hand over Rose’s mouth, dragging her by the arm ahead of the group. The bottom of Rose’s boots leave twin divets in the dirt as he marches along. “Let’s just all be glad we’re finally free of that spirit-forsaken Secret Tunnel and get on with our lives, yes? Yes,” he says.
“Agreed,” Dezel rumbles. He stops in front of Sorey. “Now that we are out of the valley, we should begin making our way for the Northern Air Temple. I will teach you airbending as we travel, but you should know that it will do you well to learn among your predecessors.”
Sorey looks up to Dezel. “My predecessors?”
Dezel nods as if this is the end of their conversation and what he has said makes complete sense. He strides ahead. Lailah giggles and follows on his heels, motioning for Sorey and Mikleo to hurry.
Sorey looks to Mikleo.
Mikleo shrugs back and smiles. After a moment, he sticks out his hand.
Sorey takes it slowly and intertwines their fingers easily. Perfectly. Finding every space in between the other to weave and to hold.
When they walk forward, it's together.
#tales of zestiria#zestiria#sormik#sorey#mikleo#atla au#fanfic: sorey#fanfic: mikleo#fanfic: sormik#it returns my friends#and a week early too bc i just recently rewatched this episode and was Inspired#mod krissey writes a thing#avatar sorey#i can't remember my tags rip
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The Great New Mexico Fake-Off (2/?)
Summary:
Michael expands his 'clientele' to his siblings. Jury's still out on whether or not he actually tolerates them.
(Collab’d with the wonderful @beautifulcheat
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The next cake he made was a dark chocolate mint cake, for Max. He laughed himself sick the entire time he was making it, because Max may finally be dating Liz but that didn’t mean Michael was going to stop making fun of him for being an utter dork.
He walked into the Crashdown a week later with a stupid grin on his face and plopped the cake box in front of Max.
“Oh is this from that infamous baker you’re dating?” Max asked.
“Yes--No! I’m not dating anyone!” Michael huffed, dropping down in the seat across from Max.
“Who’s Michael not dating?” Liz asked, stopping in front of their table with a stack of dirty plates in hand.
“Maria told me Michael’s got a not-girlfriend,” Max explained, absolutely delighted in, for once, being the annoying brother as opposed to being the annoyed brother. “Apparently she’s a fantastic baker and he keeps pawning off the cakes she makes for him to Maria, of all people. Total mystery as to why.” Max gave him a look that told him that there was absolutely no mystery there, at all.
“Mikey!” Liz was aghast. Michael’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the use of that nickname.
“Right?!” Max agreed, gleeful. Apparently Max-with-a-girlfriend was just a pain in the ass.
“There is no girlfriend! It’s just a client for fuck’s sake!” Michael was not making cakes for Maria so she could think he was a shit boyfriend. It took almost six damn months to prove that he was trustworthy after all the shit he pulled with Lindsay, and even though they’re not dating anymore. He hated the idea of Maria badly about him.That’s not what making those cakes was about. It was about--
He must have been pouting because Liz laughed and ruffled his hair with the hand not balancing the plates. “Give me a second and I’ll grab some plates and silverware. I have to try this mystery baker’s love confections.”
“I hate you,” Michael said as Liz walked off, still laughing.
“We’re just teasing,” Max said, probably feeling a little guilty about the teasing. But Michael didn’t pay it too much mind because Liz’s words reminded him of what Sanders had said before.
“It’s something you do for the people you love. Or at least can fuckin tolerate.”
Liz returned a few minutes later with some plates, silverware and coffees, and sat down next to Max. They shared a kiss before Max opened the box. “Ohhhh yes dark chocolate!”
Michael was pretty pleased with himself. He’d done a great job with the dark chocolate ganache. Yes dammit, it was ganache. He’d gotten it right this time - completely smooth all around the cake. There was not one bump to be seen. He’d also been practicing piping and made a few basic flowers out of whipped ganache, adding food coloring to make them green. He’d practiced the flowers a few times before putting them on the cake too. He could draw all right in a notebook but doing it on cake with a piping bag was something completely different. They still weren’t the prettiest flowers, to his critical eye. He would not have given this cake to Maria, but for Max? It was more than fine.
“Is that mint?” Max frowned, pointing at the green flowers.
Thankfully Michael didn’t have to lie. Liz had swiped her finger over a fluffy bit of flower and popped it into her mouth, to check for him. Michael privately thought that the way Max looked at Liz while she sucked on her finger was pathetic.
“No chocolate,” Liz said cheerfully. Max looked like he’d totally forgotten about the cake. “It’s really good too.” She swiped up the rest of the flower with another finger and Michael was starting to worry that the table would rise six inches -- or probably more on-brand and dramatically, every lightbulb in the place would blow.
And normally Michael would be disturbed by that thought, but it did mean that Max was too distracted by Liz to pay attention to the slice of cake being deposited in front of him. He just mechanically took a bite and...
“Ugh.”
“What?” Liz’s eyes were wide because Max was looking at her with such disappointment in his eyes. Like when you’re playing fetch with a dog and pretend to throw the ball but the dog realizes it. That kind of disappointment.
“Not funny, Liz. You know I hate mint.”
“It’s not mint!” Liz repeated in response to Max’s withering look. Which Michael is pretty sure is the first time Max Evans has ever looked at Liz Ortecho with anything but blind adoration. Would their relationship survive such a shock? Would Max go home now and flog a Scarlet M on his back?
“Oh my God, Max,” Liz was saying. “I didn’t betray you--”
“Et Tu --”
“Oh my God Max!” She repeated with more emphasis. Now she was laughing and Max could barely keep his frown in place.
Michael grabbed a fork and took a piece of cake from Max’s plate. “No, that’s definitely mint Ortecho.” He grinned.
“You’re a dick.” Max complained. “Did you specifically ask your new girlfriend to make this trap of a cake?”
“My friend might have been taking a few pointers.” Michael grinned.
Liz looked like she was about to tear into him, when her attention was diverted, thankfully, by a new customer. “Alex hey!”
Oh, crap.
Liz got up, going to hug Alex. “Is it 3 already?” She asked, glancing at her watch. “Let me go see if your order’s ready.”
“Sure.” Alex was standing next to Michael, suddenly, looking down at them. “Another cake, Guerin?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Michael just shrugged.
“Apparently the mystery girlfriend shares Michael’s shitty sense of humor.” Max said, picking around the mint parts. Michael was going to kill Max for mentioning the girlfriend again. “Want some? There’s no way I’m going to be able to finish it. It’s mint chocolate.”
“I thought mint was your favorite?” Alex asked, picking up a fork so he could try it. Michael tried to perfect the art of staring at him intently but also looking extremely nonchalant. But of course Alex’s face didn’t give much away. He looked like he didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t any sort of pure pleasure, mind blown sort of look.
Liz laughed as she came back with a bag of food. “Max is apparently a romantic idiot who drank shakes he hated for over a decade just so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.” She said, leaning down for a kiss. “Minty. Stop eating it if you hate it.”
“I don’t want it to go to waste.” Max complained. “It isn’t that bad.” The dark chocolate was still very good, Michael knew. Rich and a little cream.
“Don’t take this the wrong way.” Liz said, running her hands over Max’s hair… and leaning down to punctuate her words with kisses. “But you… are a weirdo.”
Alex laughed at them, setting his fork down. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Lemme ring you up.” Liz said lightly, pulling away from Max.
Alex nodded. “Tell your girlfriend thanks,” he said, with a glint to his eye that either meant that the jig was really close to being up or Alex was jealous.
He wasn’t so optimistic as to assume the latter.
But when Liz came back he did ask her, in the most roundabout way possible, what Alex had bought. He still ended up getting an ‘oh Mikey’ look for his troubles. When he finally made her a cake, he was gonna fill it with tartar sauce.
***
Since Alex remained a frustrating enigma, Michael needed to collect more data. And there was only so much in-person stalking Michael could do, both from a practical have-no-money standpoint and a definitely-gonna-get-caught standpoint. It was time, he realized, to start thinking outside the box, which is why he rolled by Prasong’s restaurant before they opened, during prep time.
“Prasong, my man.” He grinned at the owner of the Thai restaurant.
“Guerin.” Prasong looked wary. “I don’t owe you any freebies.”
Michael put on his very best smile. “I’m not looking for food. Just looking for information.”
Prasong looked suspicious, folding his arms, clearly waiting for Michael to spit it out.
“Rumor has it that Alex Manes comes here once in a while?” The suspicion didn’t fade… it just got thicker. “I need to know what he orders.”
“The hell are you into, Guerin?”
“It’s just for a project Prasong. I promise I’m not some crazy stalker.”
Prasong snorted. “This is crazy stalker shit though.” He pointed out.
Michael sighed. “Look, I’ll take a look at that fryer of yours for free. I know it’s on the fritz.”
“Fryer is fine.” Prasong protested.
“Your egg rolls last week say otherwise.” Michael tried to keep the smirk off of his face. “Kinda soggy, you know?”
“My fryer is not responsible for you taking too long to eat.” He snapped, then reconsidered. “But… fine. You can take a look at it.”
“You’ll tell me what Alex orders?”
Prasong rolled his eyes. “Fine. Not my fault if he takes out a restraining order on your dumb ass.”
“Perfect.” Michael said, turning to go.
“Hey!” Prasong called out. “Fryer isn’t going to fix itself.”
Right. “Just getting my tools, man.” He called out over his shoulder. It was gonna be a long day. He hated working on fryers.
***
About a week later, Prasong was in the Pony. Michael even bought him a beer before grilling him, because he was in a giving sort of mood.
“Bro he's got a boyfriend.” Prasong started, without preamble, when Michael set the beer down in front of him.
Michael rolled his eyes. “I mean. For now, yeah.”
Prasong shook his head. “This is not a good road you're on bro. I know this kind of longing, but you gotta let it go. He don't want you, bro.”
”Well I hope you’re feeling better now that you’ve channeled Kyle Valenti during his frat boy days….” Michael said, dryly, taking a drink of his beer.
Prasong rolled his eyes a little. “Oh, like Thai guys can’t be in a frat? Sigma Chi for life.”
“Gross.” Michael laughed though. “Fine, can you ditch the bros long enough to give me the information I need or do I need to break into your place later and re-break your fryer?”
Prasong groaned, and looked at him with something approaching pity. “Look, drunken noodle on the house to ease the pain.”
“No takebacks Prasong.” Michael pounced on that, because he never, ever said no to free food. He also wasn’t about to be deterred. “Now, spill.”
Prasong sighed, deeply. “Green curry, spicy, and a beer. They split Khao Tom Mad for dessert.”
“Great.” He… honestly wasn’t sure how that was helpful. Maybe something coconut? Banana? No, that didn’t feel right. He’d have to think about it. Still, he got a free meal out of it, so he couldn’t complain too much. “So I’ll pick up that drunken noodle tomorrow?” Michael asked with a grin. “My heart is very broken.”
Prasong looked frustrated. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an asshole, Guerin?”
“Every day of my life.” And Michael didn’t even try to keep the smirk off his face as he clapped him on the shoulder lightly and headed over to the pool tables.
This baking habit was getting expensive, after all.
***
He knew he had to walk a real fine line with Isobel. She had a great palate, but if he wasn't’ careful, she’d sniff him out like he was Tanqueray, and he was not ready to deal with her nosy sister bullshit.
But if he didn’t bring her anything, that would be just as suspicious. Especially after he brought Max something. Izzy’s page in his notebook was filled with things she liked. Sweet lattes, strawberries, everything citrus. He just had to figure out the opposite of that. Well, not the opposite in the sense that Max’s trap cake was, but something that wouldn’t ping her as being made for her.
He finally settled on cake pops. Well settled is the wrong word. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t chosen to make Izzy cake pops because he forgot to grease the pan for a lemon poppy cake he was making for Maria. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t been about to scrape the cake into the trash a moment before remembering that Isobel sometimes enjoyed buying cake pops at Starbucks with her overly sweet lattes.
And there was no way Isobel would know that he knew how to make cake pops.
Well, he didn’t know. But how hard could it be? He understood the basics. Take a cake, smash it and blend it with frosting. He made a nice tart lemon frosting and spent what felt like eons blending until smoothed. While scrolling pinterest (another secret that couldn’t even be tortured out of him), he was inspired by lemon shaped pops.
Izzy, like Maria, was all about aesthetics. The two of them were actually more similar than Michael cared to consider honestly.
Trying to roll the dough into lemons was hard though and at first Michael thought he was just bad at it. But then he decided to try sticking the room temperature dough into the fridge for a couple hours. He was very proud of himself when his idea worked. The dough was much easier to manipulate once it was a little chilled.
Michael had no intention of buying fancy straws. He had a ton of paper straws in one of his junk drawers from the Thai place. Prasong was all about the environment. So while the dough was chilling in the fridge, he took some straws and cut them in half. He briefly considered trying to paint them but decided that was unnecessary and he was too lazy for it anyway. Instead he worked on some calculations for his console -- or at least tried too. He found he wasn’t quite in the mood to work on an escape plan. Instead he started watching another cooking show.
Never able to sit still for very long, Michael ended up making yellow sugar crystals with regular sugar and food coloring while watching the cooking show. It definitely made the cake pops look prettier when he rolled them gently in the sugar crystals. And finally with his make-shift ziplock piping bag, he was able to make a couple lemon leaves on each pop. Which -- if he were sharing this with anyone -- he could wax poetic about how much of a pain in the ass that was. At least 4 pops were destroyed in the attempt. But they were a delicious sacrifice.
***
Michael stopped by Izzy’s new townhouse the next day. It was in town and smaller than she was used to, but Izzy was already well under way into making it her home. This was his second time here and the interior design had already been updated -- new paint on the walls, a couple pieces of new furniture. The place was already a lot more authentically Isobel than the place she’d shared with Noah, brighter colors, funkier design. It was good to see. He’d never really liked that Stepford Wife place she had with Noah. Though he did notice the snake plant he got her for a housewarming present was, somehow, dying.
Before he could say anything about the plant, Izzy gasped, “I’m finally getting a “not” girlfriend cake!”
Michael rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. With his annoyingly perceptive sister, maybe it was better for his secret if she thought there was another woman.
He put the box on the kitchen counter. Instead of spending too much time eyeing Isobel’s large, comfy kitchen, he went to rescue the plant from certain death.
Izzy realized what he was doing almost immediately, laughing. “Sorry Michael.”
“You know I got this for you because you were saying you were interested in gardening.” He said, checking the soil. Bone dry.
“I mean I am but I’ve just been busy with Blaire--”
“Ok. No more details. And honestly, it doesn’t matter how busy you are, all you have to do is like water this once a month! Also this is a terrible corner for it. I mean, low light doesn’t mean no light.” Chiding her, good-natured.
“I meant to Google….” But she did stand next to him and dutifully listened to his lecture.
“Just try to be a bit kinder to it.” He said, shaking his head, eventually.
“Kinder?” Izzy laughed. “You’re such a dweeb.”
“Oh, shut up and open the box,” Michael said and placed the plant in a better spot with bright light.
He turned back to her just in time to see her face grow into a wide smile. “These are adorable!” Her cellphone materialized in her hand and she took a bunch of pictures from all kinds of angles.
Michael tried not to grin too big. He was really proud of them, honestly. “She brought them over today, and I know you like lemon, so…”
“Mmhm.” Izzy was taking a selfie of one of them up to her mouth, grinning… and then popping it into her mouth. “So good.”
“Yeah?” He stole another one of them, trying to feign surprise over how good they were. “Oh hell yes.”
Izzy laughed… and she was tapping on her phone, as she grabbed another one. “You should make us some lemondrops. Just complete the theme, hm?”
Michael laughed. “A little complicated. Maybe just a couple mimosas?”
“God, Michael, you’re so boring. You dated a bartender for like a year, did you learn nothing?”
“Why don’t you put your phone down and help then?” He says, with a laugh.
“Hmmm. I guess. Think this is good enough to post? She turned her phone to show him the instagram post she was about to publish, that selfie with the pop, plus a bunch of others of the pops themselves. But what caught his eye was the caption.
Adorable cake pops made by my equally adorable brother.
Oh god damnit. Michael groaned. “Isobel, I’ve told you..”
“Please, Michael.” She cut him off, smirking. “How long have I fucking known you? You’re not a master secret-keeper. You’re actually terrible at secrets. Are you gonna fess up? I don’t jump into people’s heads anymore, but I have ways of making you talk.”
“What the hell, Iz, I’m awesome at secrets.”
To Isobel’s credit, she didn’t laugh. Much. “I won’t post it. But you could stop lying to me, you idiot.” She said, reaching for his cheeks. “I’m potentially the future mother of your children, you know.”
He grumbled. “Do not make fun of me for this.”
“Oh Michael,” she said, shaking her head a bit. “I’m your sister. Making fun of you is my universe-given right.”
“I hate you,” he said, batting her hands away from his face. “Also that’s a really weird thing to say right after saying you’re gonna mother my children.”
“Poor baby,” she says, laughing. “Booze will help.”
“Nothing hard,” he started. Isobel raised her eyebrow. “Trying this new thing where I don’t get wasted midday.”
“Baking, gardening and temperance. You really are becoming domestic.” She smirked in response to the murderous look on his face.
“Champagne it is,” she said, lightly, whipping up a pair of French 75s, with a bit of a lemon nailpolish remover twist.
“You’re so pretentious.” He took the flute from her.
Isobel laughed, raising her glass to him. “There’s no shame in being a fancy bitch.” She took a sip, leveling a serious look at him. “Look. You can use my kitchen. I’ve got plenty of counterspace and a kitchenaid that my creepy alien sociopath of a husband bought me because he apparently didn’t know me at all.”
“Why didn’t you get rid of that, by the way?” He asked, looking over at it, all shiny and imposing on the kitchen counter.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, kitchenaids are expensive, and it looks cool…? Look, you can inexpertly psychoanalyze my trauma recovery, or you can just shut up and stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.”
“I…” Michael started. Frowning. It was one thing to admit he was baking. It was another to accept help from Isobel, but… he did want to get his hands on that kitchenaid. And her fancy oven that actually had accurate temperature control. And her stove which would be way easier to temper chocolate on than his stove.
He groaned. Her look was more excited than smug, which is the only reason he caved. “Okay fine.” At least now he could stop using his powers to blend shit.
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NSFW A-Z | Sebastian Stan
A/N: Feedback is appreciated! Got a headcanon or imagine idea send it in...Requests are open!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
After you’s two have finished having a lot of sex and I mean a lot of rounds of sex, Seb likes to kiss you a lot.
He will kiss your lips, forehead, and neck, the back of your neck, the crook of your neck, shoulders, cheeks, back, stomach, and nose. {Let’s just say Seb is obsessed with kissing you a lot.}
He will also hold you close to him. Hugging you tightly against his side, or chest, while whispering dirty/sweet things into your ear.
He will also ask if he hurt you? If you enjoyed the sex and so on, even asking if you are hungry or thirsty.
If he does see a bruise he will kiss it softly.
Sometimes Seb will cuddle into your side or your chest, smiling up at you lovingly. He is really such a dork sometimes well all of the time.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Seb’s favourite body part of his is his arms and also his eyes.
Seb loves/adores & cherishes every part of your body, but his favourite has to be your mouth.
He loves how soft they are when he kisses them. He especially loves it when they wrap around his throbbing cock and when you moan his name or moan in general or whimper. He can’t get help but get distracted by them.
Also your boobs and ass, he definitely loves them a lot, he can’t help but stare at them for a long period, he also isn’t afraid to get caught staring at them either.
He loves to smack your ass and hold it. He loves to hold your boobs when you are riding him, he also loves to suck on them and massage them.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Seb loves to cum inside you, he loves watching his cum drip out of your pussy.
Also, he likes to cum on your face, in your mouth, on your boobs, and on your stomach.
Seb loves it when you cum into his mouth and on his fingers and when you cum around his cock.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He absolutely loves it when you thigh ride him. It turns him on so much, you feel embarrassed whenever you thigh ride him, you’ve only done it a couple of times, he wants you to do it more than two times, he finds it so hot and sexy.
Also loves it when you take control and dominate him, not that he will ever tell you that.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Seb has definitely been with a few women before you, so yes he is quite experienced, he knows what he is doing and he knows how to get you to orgasm.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Seb has many favourite positions, he just loves having sex with you in general. Though he has three favourite positions.
Cowgirl {riding him}; he loves this position cause you get to take control, he loves to watch your boobs bounce as you ride him, also cause he gets to grab your boobs and pull them down to his mouth as suck on them, all the while looking you in the eyes as he does it, making you throw your head back.
Doggy style/from behind; whatever one you like to call it, he loves to bend you over and fuck you. Grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back towards him, his mouth pressed against your ear as he talks dirty, while one hand grips your waist tightly. He will also kiss the back of your neck, the back of your shoulders and the crock of your neck. He will also nibble/kiss your earlobe/ear.
Missionary; good ole missionary, he loves to watch the facial expressions you make as he thrusts into you. Also loves to look you in the eyes as he thrusts into you. Also, he gets to kiss you a lot like I said in aftercare he is obsessed with kissing you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Depends on his moods but he can be both serious and goofy, but mostly goofy. He is only serious when he is angry or jealous.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Seb doesn’t fully shave it, but he does trim it.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Seb is a hopeless romantic. He loves to kiss you a lot, especially during sex.
Kissing every inch of your skin, your back, your hands, your fingers/ fingertips, your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, the crook of your neck, the back of your neck, your shoulders, the back of your shoulders, your back, your stomach, your thighs, your lips, your arms and so on… His kisses are passionate.
He will also hold your hand.
He likes to give you compliments, telling you how beautiful you look.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Seb only jacks off when he is filming or on press tours.
Mostly he will sext you, or facetime you, which means the two of you’s will have phone sex.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Daddy Kink, Praise kink, Dom kink, biting kink, a little bit of sir kink, spanking, light bsdm, he likes it when you pull his hair as well, so hair pulling kink, though he will pull your hair as well. He loves it when you leave scratches on him.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
The bed, motel, his trailer when you come to visit him, or yours if you are an actress. Against any surface, bent over on the kitchen counter, pool, shower, bathtub, beach, table, in an elevator, mirrors; he loves to watch himself fuck you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You, your lips, your eyes, when you seduce him and flirt with him, when you bite your lower lip, when you wear revealing clothes that show your cleavage a bit too much. Especially when you take him lingerie shopping, jealousy when he gets jealous or you get jealous. When you’re horny.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Something that would hurt you or him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Seb is 50/50, he loves giving you oral and he loves receiving oral from you.
He loves eating you out, holding your hips down to the bed as eats you out, while you grab/tug his hair, moaning his name. Being the tease he is he likes to look at you while he is eating you out.
Seb uses his tongue, mouth, and fingers while giving you oral.
He likes face fucking too, whether it’s you sitting on his face and him eating you out or him deep throating you and fucking your mouth.
Before you take his cock into your mouth your swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, looking at him as you do it. Which only makes him moan and beg you to suck him off.
Seb loves it when you wrap your lips around his cock and give him a blow job. His finger would entangle themselves in your hair as you continue to suck him off.
Also loves it when you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, then go back to sucking him off.
What really takes him to his climax is when you look up at him, while sucking him off and massaging/playing his balls.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Mostly fast and rough, though he only goes slowly when he is teasing you, making you beg for him to go faster.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Honestly, he loves sex so yeah, he will defiantly have a quickie with you. You’s two have quickies all the time.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He takes risks all the time, and experiments though he asks you first if you want to experiment and if he or you don’t like it then he won’t do it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He lasts for about 30 minutes before coming undone.
As for how many rounds Seb can go for a long time, about eight rounds, though you’s two take breaks in-between.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He mostly just has handcuffs and other stuff also a vibrator, which is actually yours that he uses on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is the biggest tease in the world and he knows it.
He will lick his lips in front of you seductively might I add, basically eye fucking you in public.
Seb loves foreplay so much.
He will kiss his way up your arm towards your shoulder then kiss towards your neck, all the while rubbing your clothed pussy then he will pull away a smirk on his lips.
He will even pull out of you just as you are about to cum.
Tug your underwear down with his teeth.
Pay attention to every part of your body except for your core, the one where you want him the most.
When you’s are making out he will run his hands up and down your legs.
He likes to finger you under the table at double dates, or parties.
He also rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance making you moan and whimper, begging him to enter you.
Sebastian always smirks when he teases you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Seb is pretty vocal in bed he doesn’t hold back, he will moan, moan your name as well, curse, whimper and groan. Though his moan is low, he will also talk a lot giving you compliments and a lot of dirty talk, sometimes in Romanian to.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Sebastian loves to go lingerie shopping with you. A little too much, in fact, if you go without him he gets all pouty about it, though when you send some selfies you took he gets horny and forgives you. He likes to watch as you try on the lingerie, he definitely likes to touch you as well.
Sebastian smirked as he grabbed a black lace lingerie set, smirking, his eyes twinkled with mischief, as he turned around and made a beeline towards the changing rooms.
Sebastian opened the only curtain out of all three changing rooms that was closed.
Sebastian.” You shrieked out, as he opened the curtain wide, you quickly grabbed your shirt covering your exposed boobs.
“What, nothing I haven’t seen before.” He replied, closing the curtain again, and taking a few steps towards you, biting his lower lip as he stared at you with lust in his eyes.
“You could have asked if I was in this one instead of opening it, what if I wasn’t in this one.” You gasped out, still holding the shirt to your chest.
“There’s only three changing rooms babe, besides this one was the only one that was closed. Anyways try these on.” He spoke, handing you a red lace lingerie set and a black one, biting his lip again.
“Okay.” you sighed, taking the lingerie sets from him. Sebastian smirked at you as he took a seat.
You rolled your eyes as you turned towards the hook, hanging the two lingerie sets up on the hook.
You quickly dropped the shirt you’re were holding against your boobs, making Sebastian let out a moan.
You let out a chuckle, as you took the black lace bra off the hanger and put it on, then took the panties you had off slowly, making sure your ass was facing him, wiggling your ass as you pulled it down slowly.
“Fuck, you are killing me.” he moaned, cupping his already growing bulge through his jeans. While you smirked, taking the black lace panties of the hanger and putting them on.
“Like?” you asked, as you turned around to face him.
“Like, I love it.” He moaned, standing up and making his way over towards you.
His hands cupping the side of your face, as he pressed his lips against yours.
You let out a moan, as his hands slipped away from the side of your face and slid down on to your waist, just as he was about to deepen the kiss you pulled away, making Sebastian pout.
“Wait, I haven’t even tried the red one on yet or the other three.” You gasped out.
“They all look sexy on you, I’ll buy all of them for you, my treat.” He spoke, biting his lower lip, as his eyes looked down at your cleavage than your lips then your eyes then back to your cleavage again. Licking his lips hungrily.
“But…” you tried to say, only for Sebastian to cut you off, as he pressed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you up, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, as he walked forward until he pressed your back against the wall.
“Not here Sebastian.” You gasped out as you quickly pulled your mouth away from his.
“Why hasn’t stopped us before.” He grumbled, as his lips went straight towards your neck, leaving soft kisses on the crook of your neck, you moved your neck to the side giving him more access.
“Fine.” You huffed, finally giving in as he continued to kiss your neck, leaving love bites along the way.
“But if we get caught it’s all your fault.” You mumbled, as he stopped his kissing as he got to your earlobe.
“You love getting caught.” He whispered into your ear…
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Seb is pretty thick and big at least 8 inches.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s pretty high, every time he is around you he gets horny, he just can’t keep his hands off of you/your body.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Seb either drifts off to sleep with you or waits until you are asleep. Either way, you are always in his arms, cuddling into his side, your face resting on his chest, as the sound of his breathing and heartbeat lures you to sleep. He will twirl your hair while kissing your forehead softly, mumbling how much he loves you.
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Could I request the sextuplets confessing to their s/o?
Here you go anon! Sorry for the wait but I wanted to put a lot effort into this! Enjoy!
Osomatsu
· When you arrive at Chibi’s shop, red boi will alreadybe a drunk dork
· He’s a little woozy from drinking, so the minuteyou sit, he’ll just wrap his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer tohim while mumbling some random shit
· He reeked of alcohol, but you didn’t mind aslong as you got to see his adorable flushed face.
· “(Y/n)-chan *hic* h-have I ever told you *hic*that you were the most *hic* the most beautiful girl ever?” he said.
· Either, he’s completely drunk and he doesn’trealize what he’s saying or, jesus christ, he just confessed to you.
· “We need to get you home Oso.” You said glancingaway and getting out of his grip.
· But before you could get up, he grabbed yourwrist and got close to your face to leave a quick peck on your check.
· If you weren’t blushing from before, youDEFINITELY are now.
· “I mean it (Y/n)-chan.” He got up, still holdingon to your wrist and moved it to hold both your hands with his. “You are themost beautiful woman I’ve ever met. The way you smile, blush, eat breathe, Ilove it all and I… I love you. Please be my girlfriend.”
· He was smiling softly at you, wind blowing hishair softly, and the sunset making his blushing face even more irresistible tokiss.
· You smiled lovingly before giving him an answer.“Yes. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend Oso.”
Karamatsu
· You got a note from Karamatsu to go to thebridge you guys hung out at to talk about some things. You gladly went to notdisappoint him (and possibly convince him to duet with you since you heard himsinging on his rooftop the other day. Bless this man’s voice)
· When you got there, you saw him with his usualleather jacket and black sunglasses, his body leaning against the stone rails.
· You never did get tired of that look, everyoneelse would see him and cringe, but you… you thought it made him look good. (SorryI really like his look it reminds me of the 50s and I love old fashion)
· You got closer to the bridge and when he noticedyour presence he started doing his Karamatsu pose.
· “My lovely Karamatsu girl” He grabbed a red rosefrom out his jacket and held it out to you “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you frombefore your beauty blinded me for it shines brighter than the sun and starscombined.” he says lowering his sunglasses to see you.
· You blush a little and take the rose from him.“Well howdy to you too, Kara.” (sorry but I say howdy sometimes) “If you weregonna flirt with me all day I should have worn something better, but anyway Iheard you singing the other day and I wanted to know if we can have a duet.”
· “Ah!” He glanced the other way avoiding eyecontact with you. (you could have sworn you saw his cheeks pink a little) “I… Ithank you my angel but that song was a little personal.”
· “Oh! I’m so sorry for being nosy but I can’t liethat you have the most beautiful voice.” You say
· His cheeks get even pinker. (UwU baby boiblushy) “T-Thank you…”
· “But I understand if you don’t want me to hearanything besides everyone needs a little privacy.”
· “N-NO!” he shouted. You were surprised a little,but then he cleared his throat and spoke softer. “I mean no, I don’t mind. Infact, I have something to tell you.”
· “I… I am in love with you, (Y/n)-chan. I cannotexpress how much joy you give me with just your presence and how you haveaffected a sinful man like me.” He got on his knee and pulled a whole bouquetof red roses out of his jacket to hold in front of you. “That is why I want toask you to be mine. I want…no, I NEED to be with you to finally be free fromthese terrible thoughts that plague my mind. You are the only one that hasn’tthought of me as anything less than scum. So please let me be in your life.”
· “Oh Kara… Of course. You know I could never sayno to you.” You take the bouquet out his hand and softly take his hand to lifthim. You cup his cheek and rub his cheek with your thumb. “You are tooprecious, and I love you way too much to think you’re trash.” He places hishand on top of yours and smiles softly. “Thank you my sweet.”
· (Yeah I’m a huge kara fan so sorry if this waslonger than the rest or he’s not your favorite. I’ll try harder next time tosatisfy your thirst.)
Choromatsu
· You got a call from Choro saying that there wasa Nyaa-chan concert nearby and he wanted you to come with him.
· Being the huge dork that you are, you agreed anddecided to meet him there. You loved Nyaa-chan but not as much as him. You feltspecial knowing that he would call you to hang out with him, but that could bebecause he has nobody else to hang with him.
· You didn’t let that last part bother you and gotready to go see him. Once you got there, you looked for him, only to see himstanding in line. You decided to scare him and jumped onto his back to hug him.
· You laughed at his girly scream and he justscolded you with blushing cheeks saying to NEVER disrespect him like thatagain.
· He grabbed your hand and pulled you out the lineto follow him somewhere further down the sidewalk.
· “Eh? Choro? Where are we going the concert isright here?!” you exclaim, blushing a little when he grabbed your hand. (What abold move for the frog boi)
· “I know, but that’s not why I called you here.Trust me I know a place better than here.” He says, dragging you closer to thecafé up ahead.
· He let go to lead you inside and sit at a tablewhile he got your drinks. When he came back, he gave you a cup of latte with,wait for it, a milk foam heart that said, ‘I love you, (Y/n)-chan’.
· You looked up at him to see that he was blushingand avoiding eye contact. “Choro? Is this true? D-Do you l-love me?” you stuttered.
· “Y-Yes. I…I love you (Y/n)-chan. I maybe a NEETthat spends all his life and money on Nyaa-chan concerts but for you, I wouldrather spend all my time, money and effort on you. Your kindness and patiencehas changed me into a better person.” He said straightforward. (OwO frog boi urchanging so much!)
· He placed his hand on top of yours and lookedstraight into yours, his eyes filled with determination. The heat in yourcheeks increased when he asked, “W-Will you… will you be my girlfriend(Y/n)-chan?”
· After you got done internally screaming youaccepted Choro’s offer with a bright smile on your face and just for the heckof it, you kissed frog boi’s cheek just to see his cute blushy face. Youcouldn’t be any happier.
Ichimatsu
· You were on your way home from the grocery storewhen you heard a faint meow in an alley. Of course, being the animal lover thatyou are, you went to check it out. You saw Ichi in the alley filled with catsand sighed a breath of relief, recognizing the man and not anyone else hurtingthose fluffy creatures.
· He turned and in his arms was a cute orange catwith purple glasses (?) looking a little bruised up and shaking.
· “Oh no! Ichi what’s wrong with your cat? Helooks awful!” you said walking closer to him.
· “H-He ran away from home. I’ve been lookingeverywhere for him. He probably ran into some bad people and got hurt.” He saidin his usual dark, monotone voice, but you sense a hint of sadness in it.
· “That’s terrible! Come with me so I can patchhim a little.” you say, grabbing his hand. He blushed slightly but continuedfollowing you none the less.
· Once you guys arrived at your house, Ichi placedhis cat on the table while you went to get a first aid kit from the bathroom.You examined the cat and saw that he had small cuts and bruises all over itsbody. You put peroxide and ointment on the cuts and wrapped the bandages on itsbody. Ichi was standing next to you, just staring as you save his hurt kitten.
· “There we go! All done!” you say and lay the caton the couch as you walk into the kitchen. “Ichi can you help me out please?I’m going to need you to get some food for your little friend while I fix aplate of food for us as well.” You say softly. You know how sensitive he isright now since his friend got hurt and he wasn’t there to protect him.
· You were about to leave him, but he grabbed yourwrist and pulled you back making your head collide onto his chest. He began towrap his arms softly around your form, making sure you can breathe while hehugs you.
· “I-Ichi? Wha-” “(Y/n)-chan… thank you. I don’tknow what I’d do without you.” “O-Of course Ichi. I’m always here for you.”“You shouldn’t. Not for trash like me. I love you (Y/n)-chan but trash like medoesn’t deserve a girl like you. You always think so brightly like nothing badcan ever happen, but… I could never have that mindset.” You hug him back to lethim know that you’re listening. “It pains me to know that I could never have aperson like you in my life, I would just be a burden to you, but I don’t wantyou with anyone else. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine, but thatwould be selfish right?”
· You lightly push him away to look at himproperly to see little tears form in his eyes. “Ichi stop.” You cup his cheekswith your hands and make him look at you while you talk. “Ichi, you are not aburden and you are not trash. You are the best person I’ve ever met. You’re sokind to animals and even if you say you don’t care about people, you still tryto help them. It’s okay to have that pessimistic side of you, it makes peoplerealize that not everything is puppies and rainbows. I love you for you and Idon’t want you to change.” You say and stand on your tip toes to give him akiss on his forehead. “I love you Ichi and I would love to be your girlfriendif it makes you happy.”
Jyushimatsu
· You wanted to hangout with the ball of sunshinetoday and take him to the ice cream parlor in the city of Harajuku.
· Of course, he agreed with lots of hugs andpraises.
· Once you ordered, you both took a seat at thetable and talked about your day. He would tell you about the home runs he gotfrom practice, and you would tell him about how fulfilling your job as ateacher would be since you would always have the sweetest kids.
· When your orders arrived, the waitress gave youonly a bowl of your guys’ ice cream and two spoons.
· “I’m sorry but we are running low on dishes, sowe had to give you only a bowl to share. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”The waitress said.
· “That’s okay. We don’t mind, right Jyushi?” youask.
· He just nods his head enthusiastically and takesa spoon out to grab a bite. He hums at the delicious flavor and grabs another.The waitress thanks you and leaves you guys be.
· When you direct your attention back to Jyushi,there’s a spoonful of ice cream in front of your face. “(Y/n)-chan! Try this!It tastes really good!” he says.
· You close your eyes to take a bite trying tohide the blush on your face from him feeding you. “I-It’s really good Jysuhi.”
· “Ahhh! You’re so cute when you blush (Y/n)-chan!I wish you were my girlfriend so I could see that blush all day!” He whined.Meanwhile, you had to stop yourself from choking on your ice cream at what hesaid.
· “Jyushi? Please tell me your joking.” You sayafter fixing yourself.
· “Ha? Why would I joke about that? You’re toocute and I want to have you before anyone else can take you.” He says beforebiting on his ice cream. “I love you way too much and you make me so happy!You’re the perfect girlfriend!”
· “I swear… Jysuhi, you are one of a kind.” Yousay smiling softly at him. “I would love to be your girlfriend. I don’t knowwhat I’d do without your sweet smile.”
Todomatsu
· It was late at night when Totty decided to textyou about his day. It was funny re-reading his texts about how his brothersembarrassed him at his job. You could not get how his family radiated chaoticenergy. It’s a miracle how he hasn’t lost his sanity yet.
· Anyways how about u cutie? How was your day?;)
· It was fine Totty. Thank you. Your brothersdecided to see you again?
· Let’s not talk about them ^^; I swear I get aheart attack whenever someone mentions their existence.
· You giggled at this. Awww but it’s funny.
· Not as funny as you tripping and dropping thecake on the floor. LOL
· Totty! We do NOT talk about that! >:
· Sorry but payback is a female dog. Anyways, Ineed to ask you something. Something serious.
· You raised an eyebrow at this and decided tokeep texting. Okay, spill the tea.
· Okay there’s this girl I like, and I don’tknow how to tell her I like her. Any advice?
· You giggled excitedly. You were waiting for amoment like this. You were a bit of a romantic and writing a bunch offanfictions was your favorite pastime.
· Okay tell me what she likes, what she lookslike, her favorite things to do, etc. etc.
· Well she’s a bit of a dork, a cute dork, andshe loves to read. She can’t read without her favorite snacks near her and shelikes to be alone sometimes. She has (long/short) (hair color) that frames herface perfectly. She has fabulous fashion sense and a cute voice that makes myheart flutter. Oh! And she LOVES K-pop. I get jealous every time she mentionstheir names and she always have this lovey-dovey look on her face every timesomeone mentions them. - _-
· Did he… Did he just describe you in perfectdetail? Totty…
· Yes?
· Is this girl you’re talking about me? Inanyway?
· Finally! How many tries does it take for youto notice?
· Eh? But I don’t remember you doing anythingspecial for me.
· What? I gave you a latte with a milk foamheart, I gave you a bunch of roses and compliments, I literally flirted withyou for the past few days, and to put the cherry on top of all this, I evengave you a slice of cake that said ‘I love you (Y/n)-chan’ on top. Are youreally THAT oblivious?!
· Ah. I’m sorry Totty, I guess I’m just stuckin my own little world. Does that change anything about me?
· Hmph. I won’t forgive you unless you sayyou’re my girlfriend.
· You are such a sassy brat, but that’s what Ilove about you. So yeah, I’m your girlfriend Totty and I’m glad you’re myboyfriend.
· O///O Y-yeah… m-me too ^^
#osomatsu scenarios#Osomatsu-san#osomatsusan#karamatsu matsuno#choromatsu#ichimatsu#jyushimatsu#todomatsu#osomatsu matsuno#osomatsusan headcanons
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A/N: nyeh. and so it begins. i'm doing this in a series 'cause i've seen a few other people do it like that and well, i wanna experiment with new formats. sorry it took so long btw. i’ll be buckling down on the prompts that were sent in- enjoy!
- ho boy is there a lot of sass to go around when you two are together.
- you complain about things to each other that you wouldn't with other people. especially if it's about those other people.
- he really doesn't get emotions all that well- they weren't programmed into him right, so he's great at the language of sarcasm and composed comments. you honestly can't tell when he's not serious sometimes.
- it's great when something unpredictable to him happens though, then you get to watch how his brain starts running around in that big noggin of his, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
- cold, hard science was his anchor, with the exception of metaphysics, so when stuff like that teleporting mutant they found pops up, he's bewildered and thrown off but crikey is he excited. ten times as much as when mikey gets new paint.
- it's pretty funny to you, but don get laughs out of you any time.
- he makes hella good blunt jokes and they always get you going because you share that same kind of dry humor.
- he doesn't really like touch so much and it took you a while to adjust to the preference since you're kind of a touchy person. (hence why you go to the other brothers when you're in a cuddly mood)
- he does sometimes seek out a hug, or want to just lean over your shoulder while you're doing something and pull you closer until your backed up into his chest. he also likes to gently talk when he gets like that, voice all low and pebbly.
- a big shift from his crackly, puberty one.
- he also corrects people a lot offhandedly. you got used to it though. just like you got used to how he gets very in the zone about stuff, and you notice when he does while you're talking and start saying weird shit to get him to focus again.
("And oh, by the way, turtle soup? I’m a big fan.”
"Mm hm- wait, what did you just say?" (well, maybe that’s more morbid than weird)
- when he isn't so impassive and really, genuinely smiles or laughs, you like to coo and prod at him.
- you make fun of each other, a lot actually. you're banter kings, and practically unstoppable when you fire pokes at his brothers. they are no match for you two.
- like mikey, you’re usually an extra hand during a project and he's taught you a ton in the realm of science and tech. it’s a good thing you soak up stuff like a sponge when it’s within your interest.
- like how to hot wire a car or just be able to know your wires and never cross them incorrectly. it took a hefty amount of trial and electricity burns to figure out your way around machine guts. and a couple fires. but he's never kicked you to the curb and called you unteachable.
- you're always welcome in his lab and to assist with experiments so long as he's taught you whatever it is you're trying to do thrice.
- it's great because you’re not as terrified of explosions - or maybe just shrapnel - as his brothers are, and you’re a good thinker so you make a great assistant (or co-mind. you’re still brainstorming better names)
- lots of hands/robo arm gestures. you actually get into the habit of doing them too and leo points it out with some light jabs about how you're starting to get stuck in that lab all day too.
- like April, you like to hitch a ride on him but not as much as Raph. then again, everybody feels the same about that to be honest.
- you tend to borrow his tools in case you have something you need to fix at home, but sometimes you over estimate yourself so you call your good ole handy man turtle and he either talks you through the repair, or jets over to help if it’s something you’re really unfamiliar with and unsure of. (you may or may not have nearly blown your fridge sky high)
- you guys are like grease monkeys when it comes to the turtle tank.
- don't get yourself started on the stealth cycles- you loves those puppies so much. (you’re a real motorhead and was always excited to drive something for the first time)
- don’s taught you a lot on the care of both the tank and cycles, but he won't let you drive a cycle without him on the back. and without you wearing an assortment of sports pads and a helmet he modified. (he’s actually designing smart armor for you if you ever get caught in a battle. april shot him down when he offered to make her some for no good reason in your opinion, like free smart armor bro. who’d say no to that?)
- humans aren't as sturdy as turtles.
- you could say the same for him and his soft shell when the all the battle buff is off.
- you really do appreciate his ways of showing he cares though. it's sweet and quietly tactful.
- oh, you guys are huge sugar junkies. he eats sweets and drinks high in sugar or caffeine stuff all the time when he's binging work or skipping sleep. if you can't get him to bed, then you'll compromise by joining in on the sugar rush so you'll be able to get him to there when he crashes.
- which takes forever, mind you. you're usually the first one to zonk out on the pile of bean bags you helped him gather and nest in a corner of the lab.
- but he joins you at some point. the geometric edges of his battle shell jolts you awake and lets you see that.
- you honestly do a lot of the self care don doesn't do for himself. you remind him to eat often when he's got a project going- you bring him his favorite sandwich from subways, a tall coffee, or mikey's cooking (which is usually heavy udon whenever he knows don is at work so he can get hearty meals).
- you really just make sure he’s alive, and kind of healthy. (”Oi, stay hydrated.” you toss Donnie a bottle of water that one of his shell’s spidery arms catch instantly. He mumbles something like a thanks, still much too busy to watch you set yourself up on the beanbags with your laptop)
- he properly thanks you in subtle ways, like the odd gift.
- victim example being a custom made roomba. (his names connor btw, and you adore him and how much he helps keep the apartment clean since you and your uncle are horrible at upkeep. even when you get strings of messages about him being stuck in precarious situations that aren't even)
- sometimes don knows he can say things that sound too harsh and he can't always tell when they've gone that far, so he makes sure you're not upset about it later by surprisingly asking outright if it’s really bothering him.
- he really is a softie under some layers, or at least he doesn't want to be on anyone's bad side. then again, you're not sure he cares all that much about the latter.
- you still act like dicks to each other sometimes, not that you’ll ever really mean anything.
- and if you do say something with some bite to it, you know how to grow some balls and apologize. (you do a lot of that when you’re one of the reasons he cracks. sometimes he even needs some tlc if he’s really messed up over whatever made him blow a gasket)
- after all, don liked to think he was the mature one out of the group.
- so you let him keep thinking that.
- you have indeed asked about his eyebrows. he just never acknowledges you once you bring them up.
- and he’s as melodramatic as leo sometimes, and god it annoys you when you’re not in the mood. so does having to kiss up to him when he’s moody.
- you don’t try so much anymore, but you do get him his favorite snacks when you’re feeling merciful.
- well, actually, you’re really just a doormat for the people you love. you couldn’t stay mad at any one of the turtles for an hour on average, or less. long lasting grudges toward friends just weren't in your nature.
- you understanding don and being able to sit through his little rambles about his newest creation or a theory, or anything else in that regard makes him so very happy.
- he’s gotten a cut to the chase comment way to many times before and you are amazing for listening. (a true talent that is, being an ace listener.)
- to you, he's just really interesting to listen to. and he doesn’t mind when you ramble either.
- but you do realize how odd it is that you know someone who’s motto is; the blast radius should be about here. but i’ve been wrong before, or, your other top favorite, it shouldn’t blow up. much.
- jeez, don is such a dweeb.
bonus:
"You're ambidextrous?"
Donnie blinks at you, "Yeah, what of it? All geniuses are."
You scoff and shake you're head, returning to your book, "You're getting more full of yourself by the day, nerd boy."
"Oh, why thank you for noticing~"
bonus bonus because the ideas won't stop:
- don wearing a leather jacket makes you feel questionable. like really tight in the throat questionable.
- so does the suave way he's wiggling his eyebrows when he catches you staring- nope. nevermind. your dork friend is back.
"Loser."
"Dick."
#rise of the teenage mutant turtles#rottmnt#tmnt donatello#headcannons#friendship#fiendship?#i mean#you guys could be mad scientists#i guess probably more like kronk and ezma tho#heh#pull the lever y/n!#gah!#not that one!#tmnt donnie#reader insert#x reader#rottmnt headcannons#my writing
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Relationship Headcanons
Uno
Geez, he hovered around you for weeks before you finally took him seriously. He tried to approach you with cheesy flirt lines and lame jokes, till he gave up and got real with you. He was indeed serious and his “charming” flirt lines changed into actual normal questions and those jokes into stupid bad puns. After a while, he asked you to a date and you finally gave in. You won’t admit, but you fell in love with him from the start, you only waned to see his humanly true side.
He’s a perfect listener and even a better adviser. He becomes your bestfriend and protective older brother when a problem keeps bothering you. He doesn’t want to see you stressing about something trivial -from his point of view- and he’ll squeeze his brains out looking and eventually finding a solution.
He adores when you braid his hair. He welcomes with open arms every crazy hairstyle ideas you came up with. Take note: his hair is so precious to him so letting you act up on your free will is an important step in your relationship. Also, you’ll have nights when you’ll do each other’s nails. Don’t be surprised if his manicure skills are better than yours.
He is a great cuddler and an indoor person, so a night spent watching movies and playing childish games like Ludo is usual for you. Although, sometimes he’ll come in front of you to casually yet cheerfully say: “Let’s play paintball!!” or “Let’s run, lazy cat!” so he’ll be the one who’ll slow you down and the one who’ll speed you up. Also, you’ll bet on so many weird things like when the toothpaste will be finished or how many corn puffs can fit in your or his mouth. So, he’s a spontaneous protective games-addictive sweetheart. Give him love.
Jyugo
Everybody who came in contact with him at least once knows he is cold and detached. He may joke and smile, but he won’t get easily involved. So it will take a long way to open him up. And he is dense so it will take an eternity to figure his feelings out. But once he does, it’s worth the waiting.
He’s so loyal and such a fool for you. He’s a good listener but even if he understands you, it’s hard for him to give you an actual advice. He will just go silent and rub your back while giving you tissue after tissue and he’ll get ready a glass of water after you’re done crying.
You need to have patience for everything that comes for the first time in your relationship, because he needs to accommodate with the new situation. Although, when you asked him if he would have wanted to adopt a pet for you both, his eyes sparkled and suggested a black cat.
He is like a baby. Late at night, he would sometimes have nightmares so he’d be too scared to fall asleep again. You’d need to put his head on your belly or chest and start caressing his hair while softly humming a lullaby and swinging him slowly in your arms. When you would be sure he’s sound asleep, you’d plant tender kisses on his eyelids. Little do you know he never sleeps before your goodnight kisses.
Nico
He’s so amicable it’s hard to not be friends with him. You would be best friends for so long you would forget the life before him. The best thing is that he never leaves your side, no matter what.
He’s so child-like you’ll have to take care of him. Although, when he’ll get struck by the realization he’s deeply in love with you, he’ll low key check if you need anything, every hour. He’s the clingy and whiny type, but he’ll bring his serious facade and he’ll carefully place gimpy advice where he thinks they’re needed. He tries and that’s why you can’t help but love his cuteness.
He’s kind of afraid of touching you, body contact is scary for him at first, but once he got to taste the feeling of your skin upon his, he won’t let go of your hand and he’ll always stop you walking, embracing you.
He’s an ace at entertaining you. Be it with games, jokes or silly puppet plays -puppets are just colorful socks with marker-drawn eyes. He likes when you’re trying to enter his otaku world and he’s thrilled when you brag about your passion as well and you introduce him to your own world. You’ll end up like two fangirls screaming enthusiastically at each other.
He would go over his head to please you, because he is well-aware you would do the same. That’s why he’d run the errands for you when you are sick or he’ll go roaming the streets searching for your favourite dessert. Also, when he has a flu, he’ll keep spamming you with pitiful photos of him being all gloomy, his red nose peeking up from the blanket. And as the kiddo he is, he will be blowing your phone up with requests and things he ‘needs’, such as 3 warm hugs, 10 swallows of kisses, infinite spoonfuls of love. Dork.
Rock
You know he is a food lover, so you always lure him to do what you want with a snack. Also, you can bait him with a shoulder’ massage. And he loves trying your new recipes and he is a honest taster. When you’re out of tune for cooking, he puts on his kitty apron and he pours all his love into making something delicious for you. He may love food, but he adores spoiling you.
He’s a softie. If he sees you’re sad, especially if it’s because of him, he starts pouting as well and for the rest of the day, both of you would be two grumpy fluffy balls. Furthermore, he is bad at expressing himself, so instead of talking your way out of an argument, you just stay silent and avoid each other, without even knowing what the problem is. He would sometimes make a first step towards you, leaving a post-it with three dots on it on a bar of chocolate where he knows you’d see them. You would order a pizza with his favorite topping and ask him casually if he wants a slice -he ends eating 3/4 of your treat. That’s how you end your issues. Blessed be the food!!
You would sometimes drag him out of the bed and somehow convince him to go out for a jogging. But you’d end up barely breathing after 10 minutes and you’d need him to give you a piggy back ride. That’s the part you love the most, that’s why you sometimes force him to run. But you won’t tell him this. If you aren’t with him while he does his exercises, he would be bored and he would immediately give up and call you or text you.
Also, food fights are forbidden in your household, since he is not the one to accept such waste of food. Instead, you spill your aggressive love into intensive pillow fights. You’ll both end up crushed on the sofa, cuddling at each other’s side. Peaceful couple.
Hajime Sugoroku (I’M SO SO SORRY MOMOKO!!!)
It’s a tough battle inside him, what’s more important: job or you. No offence, but his entire life revolved around his job so this is all he knew, thus when you came around, he didn’t know how to react since you turned his world upside down. He’s so awkward at first and he usually hides himself behind mountains of work’ papers. So you’ll need to slowly approach him. Once you’ll get there, he’ll transform himself into something new, and after you made the first step, he’ll start courting you.
He’s that old-fashioned gentleman that you read of in books whose action was centered in the Victorian Age. He’ll gallantly charm you with tender compliments, well-placed soft touches, smooth whispers, he’ll enchant you with his knowledgeable self, bewitching you with those rare and alluring smiles. It’s impossible to resist such grace, such appeal. He won you over just by bating his eyelashes at you, but he wanted to tangle you in his delightful manners to the point you won’t be able to escape him.
Although, after a while, he becomes much more comfortable around you, which is good, cause you are glad he has a ‘normal’ side. He shouts, he cries of anger, he goes silent, he laughs, he talks enthusiastically about his hobbies -yeah, he does have hobbies; fascinating, right?!-, he jokes around and he suffers too. You embraced all of him and he finally felt at home somewhere else besides his workplace. Despite all of these, he maintained his gentleness and he treats you with such care, like you are his crystal rose he protects so fiercely, keeping you close to his heart so dearly.
But he never neglects his work either. He keeps a sharp eye on every inmate in his district and you are so proud of him. He always assures you with a soft kiss embed on your quivery lips, every time he is off to work, knowing you worry loads for him. He texts you now and then to make sure you are safe and well.
You have a steadily growing relationship, based on trust, love and acceptance. He tends to be overprotective sometimes, even though he is well aware it pisses you off sometimes so bad you wanna throw a pillow at him. You are that mature couple, which is everyone’s goal.
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ill - ethan nestor imagine
word count ☆ 1926
prompt ☆ the reader is sick in bed (not contagious, just lil cold or something!) and ethan comes over, worried because the reader wont answer his texts, and basically just stays and comforts them and they talk and stuff?
pairing ☆ ethan nestor x sick!gender neutral reader
requested ☆ yes :* by @geekypancake
Y/N hated the feeling of being sick. That gross feeling of being congested while one nostril dry as the goddamn Sahara and the other running like a river. They hated it with a burning passion, so much so that whenever they got sick, they would close themselves off from human interaction for at least a day or two so that no one had to see them like that. Sickness made them turn into a ball of negativity that was awful to be around, and they didn’t want to take out their irritability on any of their friends.
However, with this, they never really informed their friends when they would be IA due to sickness. Y/N just dropped off the face of the earth and would turn back up in a couple days as if nothing had ever happened. This caused some red flags within their friend group, but none of them really ever said anything since Y/N never seemed to bring it up. Of course, that didn’t mean that the group didn’t worry when they wouldn’t answer any texts or calls.
Nothing bad ever happened, it wasn’t like Y/N ever got so sick that they had to be gone for more than a couple of days. Even now, they were just stuck at home with a cold that made them feel icky with the additional fever. Tissues were scattered around the room, an oral thermometer and a disregarded phone were on the nightstand. The entire place was a mess but Y/N was honestly just too sick to care. Instead, they wallowed in self-pity and sniffling while watching the fan slowly spin. Other than their own ‘sick noises’, the room was nearly silent and nothing had disturbed that for a while.
Of course, until Fergalicious began blasting from their phone.
They jumped, slamming their hand on their heart as if someone had just popped into the room to scare them. An annoyed grunt followed this action, and Y/N sat up to take the phone into their hand. A familiar face was on the screen, all smiley and looking like a major dork for his profile picture was none other than Ethan Nestor. He was one of the other editors they worked with, alongside another woman named Kathryn. The three of them edited videos for a YouTuber called Markiplier, who quickly became as much of a friend as he was a boss.
Everyone in that circle: Mark, Ethan, Kathryn, Y/N, Mark’s friend Tyler and girlfriend Amy had all become very close. Specifically Ethan and Y/N, who had been nearly inseparable since the day they met. He got worried whenever they were sick, texting every morning and night to tell them that he hoped they were okay. It was the cutest little gestures, and they’d be lying if they said it wasn’t endearing.
Despite this, being sick and talking to Ethan wasn’t something Y/N wanted to do simultaneously. They waited for the call to go to voicemail, then put it on Do Not Disturb to avoid that happening again. After collapsing back into the bed, Y/N drifted into a restless sleep that left them tossing and turning.
An abrupt noise woke Y/N up, their heart jumping up in their throat when they heard the front door opening from downstairs. Had they really been so stupid as not to lock it? A million thoughts were running through their head, trying to make up a scenario where they wouldn’t die as a result of this unknown person coming into their house. It wouldn’t make sense for one of their friends to come, but why would anyone just barge into their house in particular?
Their worries weren’t set at ease in the slightest as the stairs began creaking outside Y/N’s room. They buried themselves underneath their blankets, trying to suppress sniffles in the fear of being caught by the intruder. The room became dead silent, even the footsteps stopped.
“Y/N?” a soft voice came from the other side of the door, then they heard the noise come closer, “I can see you under the blankets, silly. I just wanted to check up on you since I haven’t heard from you in a couple days. Is that weird? I thought you were like, dead or something, but it looks like you’re just sick.”
The individual hidden beneath blankets emerged, hair messy and dark circles prominent. They looked absolutely miserable and the blue-haired boy who came in nearly melted in a puddle at the sight. He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching his arms out and pulling Y/N into a hug. They just nuzzled into his chest, sniffling weakly and trying to find the words to say how grateful they were that he came.
“Hey, Ethan. I’m sorry I didn’t answer any of your texts, I’ve felt like shit for the past days and I didn’t want you dealing with that.” Y/N pulled away from the hug, taking an unused tissue from beside them and blowing into it before continuing, “I’ve got a cold and I hate everything right now. Could you please, please, please just lay down with me and talk?”
Ethan nodded, taking off his shoes and getting under the covers with Y/N. They instantly buried their faces in his shirt again, one arm slung across his waist with the other being used as an extra pillow. Again, he felt like melting at the sight of his sniffly friend and used the arm that wasn’t trapped beneath him to pull them ever closer. They stayed like this for a while, just enjoying the company of one another after not seeing each other for an incredibly short amount of time.
Minutes turned into hours and the sun was going down. Y/N had been asleep for a while now, but Ethan couldn’t manage to close his eyes. He had never felt more awake and protective like he needed to be on high alert in the event that Y/N needed absolutely anything. Of course, they didn’t, they’d been passed out cold with breathing and sniffling being the only signs of life, but he still just waited.
A dim lamp illuminated the room, bright enough that Ethan could see everything but too soft to hurt his eyes after long periods of time. He could make out every feature of Y/N that wasn’t hidden by the blanket, like the purple sweatshirt from the AbleGamers charity merchandise they had taken from him, the H/C hair that was sticking up in every direction, and the small part of their face that wasn’t hidden by his own shirt. They looked absolutely adorable to him, and he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing than taking care of the sick friend that he had been falling in love with. He felt so at home in their arms and even when they weren’t talking, Y/N was always on his mind in a way that just wasn’t platonic anymore. Ethan loved them and planned on staying here and comforting them in their state of sickness for as long as they needed him to.
He had never been able to put the words in how he felt about them up until recently. It was just furious blushing and praying to the god he didn’t believe in that they couldn’t hear his heart pounding when he hugged them. The love he had for Y/N was painfully obvious to everyone around them, of course except for Y/N themselves. It was horrifically cliche, for them to be oblivious to how he felt until either they finally dated or never did.
Ethan knew he would never work up the courage to say how he felt, so he relished in this moment of absolute bliss with his arms wrapped around the person he loved so dearly. It was so quiet and peaceful until Y/N began to stir, small sniffles leaving their nose while he began humming some soft song while his thumb ran over their cheekbones, “good morning, sleeping beauty.”
“I feel so gross,” Y/N groaned, moving their head so they were face to face with Ethan. They looked nothing short of a mess, bags under their bloodshot eyes but he still thought they were as beautiful as ever.
“How about I make you something to eat and you go shower? If you feel have as bad as you smell, I know you haven’t showered in at least three days,” Ethan’s voice was teasing, and he got up with ease while Y/N struggled to get out from underneath their blankets. Soon enough, he was downstairs fixing up some warm broth-based vegetable soup while Y/N scrubbed the grease in their hair out. It was refreshing, and the hot water streaming down on their skin was helping with the disgusting congestion that was making them feel so ill. For just a second, it was like they weren’t even sick.
That changed when they stepped back out, wrapping their body in an old yellow towel before collapsing into the bed with a grunt. They didn’t care to change into clothes, just staying in the now damp towel until Ethan came in with a bowl of soup in his hands with a water bottle wedged beneath his arm. He smiled at the sight of a clean Y/N, setting down the food in front of them and sitting beside his sick friend.
“Get dressed and c’mere.” Y/N reluctantly pulled on an old shirt and underwear before climbing back into the bed with Ethan. He had one arm out and was gesturing with it, so they moved beside him and a small grin settled across their face when he wrapped his arm securely around them.
“Thank you for coming here, Ethan, it really means a lot,” they said, settling into a comfortable position with the soup bowl on their lap while remaining happily intertwined with the blue-haired boy. The two of them seemed absolutely at peace, more than Ethan had been while Y/N was just asleep because they were finally together in the way they had always wanted to be. Even if they didn't verbalize it, subtle hints being passed all day that they felt and craved something more.
Ethan just smiled and shook his head, a soft 'anytime' passing his lips before burying his nose in their hair. Y/N continued eating the food he'd prepared for them but noticeably moved closer to him. They stayed like this till Y/N finished, setting the bowl on the bedside table and looking back over at Ethan.
“You want to know a secret, Eth?” they sniffled.
“Mhm.” Ethan got under the covers, pulling Y/N close to his chest again with his chin on the top of their head.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Now, they didn't get to see the tears gathering in his eyes and he didn't get to see the pure happiness etched across her face from the beaming smile to glowing eyes, but the thought was there. They could now fall asleep knowing they were in the arms of someone who was just as in love with them as they were.
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