#*taps forehead* i can be annoying about anything

[hypogryffin]

shoutout to that one day i got actually genuinely angry that p5's seven sisters costumes dont change the ribbon colour by year

[chrisbesitos]

Chris being in a horrible mood which younger!reader makes better (fluff or bj)

Chris got home in a terrible mood after being out the whole day, busy with meets about his job with his brothers and his own brand. You were in his room, he texted you an hour ago saying he'll be home in ten minutes, but it's been an hour already. You patiently wait for him, sitting on his desk chair playing Stardew Valley on his computer, babbling the song playing on your earphones when Chris abruptly opens the door, hitting them against the wall. You jump on the chair, taking your earphones out and staring at him in shock.

"Damn, you scared me!" You say, your eyebrows frowned and a pouty formed in your lip. Chris just huffs, sitting on the bed and tugging his shoes off without saying anything. He got home and did not even give you a kiss after not seeing you the whole day, this kinda annoyed you. "What's wrong?" You ask, noticing something clearly wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. Go back to your game, I'm gonna shower." He hums, lifting his body from the bed and walking to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You hate when he treats you like this when he's in a bad mood, even though you're kinda mean with him when you're in a bad mood, but he never complains.

After a couple minutes, you have already turned the computer off and now you're waiting for Chris in the bed, with your eyebrows frowned in an irritated face. Chris got out of the bathroom, his naked torso filled with water droplets, the towel around his neck while he dries his hair. You're trying to keep your angry mood with him, but it's impossible when he's standing all hot in front of you. You bite your lower lip, crossing your legs under the covers.

"What are pouting for now, huh?" Chris asks, throwing the towel on the desk chair. He climbs on the bed, crawling to be by your side. You didn't answer him, just turn your look to the TV, the TV who's turned off. Chris groans, rolling his blue eyes. "C'mon, Y/N. I had a terrible day and now you're acting like this just because I didn't give you a kiss?" You shake your shoulders.

"And you scared me when you slammed the door." You murmur, turning your look to Chris, who's laying on his stomach rubbing his eyes, he looks tired. "Just talk with me! You had a bad day? Okay, then talk with me, I'll help you too feel better. Jus' don't take it on me." You hit your lap with your hands, sighing frustrated. Chris nods, lifting his head to put his arms under and laying down again on them after.

"Fine, I'm sorry." He murmurs. He takes a deep and sharp breath. "First, I'm having this pouting headache since morning, like nonstop and is killing me. I have meetings all day, just a little break for lunch and when I finally thought I could go home, they told me they forgot to talk about something and I had to go back. I had a shitty day and sorry if I take this on you, I just. . . Uh." Chris groans. You heard his rant about his day rubbing his hair with your fingertips, your short nails scratching his scalp trying to help with his headache. You feel a little bad for acting clingy before.

"I'm sorry, baby. I really do." You say, leaning your body to kiss your forehead. Your warm puffy and pink lips pressed against his painful head, Chris closes his eyes. "There's something I can do for you?" You whisper, moving your hand from his head to his cheek, brushing your thumb on his skin.

"Just stay with me." He whispers, without opening his eyes, because the light was making his head hurt more. You nod, but before you climb out of the bed and walk until the bathroom, looking for painkillers for Chris in the bathroom cabinets. You walk back to the bed, reaching for your water bottle on the nightstand, you tap Chris shoulder. "Thank you." He mumbles, after taking the medicine for his painful head.

"You want to eat something? I can make you. . ." You say, but Chris cuts you.

"Doll, I just need you. I just want you to lay with me." Chris says, giving you a small smile. You nod, climbing on the bed and putting yourself — and Chris — under the blanket, you lay on your stomach next to your boyfriend. You rub his back with your fingertips, your head rested on his shoulder while you listen to his lightly snores. You smile, closing your eyes slowly stopping the caress on his back, falling asleep with him.

꩜ chérie's notes: im still not confident enough to post another smut, so i still gonna write only fluff and angst, sorry lol :b but i hope you like it <3

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[gay-dorito-dust]

I love all the things you write for the bat boys! So it just makes me wonder, how would the bat boys react to their partner doing the thing from tiktok where they’re all like “My boyfriend just told me he doesn’t love me anymore” all bc they told them that they couldn’t shop on Amazon anymore? 😂😂😂

I dunno what this was tbh.

Jason

Raises his brow at you the moment you say this, unamused. ‘Says the one who’s spending unnecessary amounts of money on 50cm plushies.’ He retorts.

You huffed as you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘Could’ve fooled me.’ You really wanted that 50cm hello kitty plush but Jason had to pull you away from doing so unfairly.

Jason groaned as he knelt in front of you. ‘Sweetheart, if I could I would give you all the plushies your heart desires, but you’ve got to think we’ve got limited living space and besides you were bound to get annoyed with how much space they take up sooner or later. I’m doing this for us, okay?’ He said as he searched your eyes.

You started at him for a bit before relaxing your arms. ‘Okay.’ You murmured.

Jason smiled, ‘do you take back your statement about me not loving you?’ He asked.

‘I guess.’ You replied, still not looking at him but Jason brought his hand to your chin and gently moved it so that you were stuck staring at him as he smiled at you sweetly. ‘I’ll ask again, do you take back the statement that I don’t love you?’

‘Yes, I take it back.’ You said louder this time. ‘I take back my statement that you don’t love me, I was being dramatic and I’m sorry that’s I’d ever say anything bad about me sweet, handsome man.’ You added when Jason didn’t think you were being honest and decided to butter him up with flattery.

Jason chuckled as he presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘Flatter won’t get you anywhere sweetheart but I appreciate the attempt, I’ll buy you a plushy for being good as long as you don’t spout such nonsense.’ He hums as he pressed a kiss to your nose before one more against your lips.

‘I promise.’ You said as you closed your eyes, knowing well enough that you could never say such things again when he treated you with nothing but love, respect and willingness to compromise. That and you could never stay mad at him for too long, you didn’t have the heart to.

Dick pouts but still stands strong on his stance.

‘I do love you baby but this has become an addiction, I’m only trying to save you the embarrassment from having your card decline for insufficient funds.’ Dick tells you as though he was helping you break a shitty habit, which you guess he was, but it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t help but buy that one plushy! It looked so lonely and you wanted to give it a home!

‘But, but-‘

‘No buts.’ Dick replied sternly. ‘The plushy would’ve found a better home with that kid that came into the store after us,’ he then squeezed your hand reassuringly, ‘besides i don’t think you really want to Hayley to get to them.’

You winced thinking about how the poor plushies would get torn apart within seconds if Hayley found them, which is why you kept all of your plushies elsewhere while getting Hayley her how set of toys, was it a bit much? Yeah but if it was to make your sweet puppy happy then you’d more than willingly go bankrupt for her just to see her little happy paw tippy taps. ‘I guess you’re right.’ You admitted defeatedly.

‘You hurt my heart when you said I didn’t love you anymore.’ Dick feels you and he brought your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat. ‘You know I love you more than anything, so please don’t go hurting my heart for the sole purpose of loving you without fail.’ You couldn’t help but internally coo at his words and know that realistically he was looking out for you, so you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed with how dramatic you are being, especially over something that you could easily get when Dick wasn’t looking.

What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him after all.

‘I’m sorry, what can I do to make it up to you.’ You asked as you looked into his pretty eyes.

‘Since you’re offering Preferably some cuddles, kisses and even more kisses from the most beautiful person I know.’ Dick said with a cheeky smile on his face, the little shit had been planning this the entire time, the conniving little fucker and you fell for his trap without much difficulty. And now you were stuck coddling this smug man as he patted himself on the back for getting back at you for being dramatic over some plushy that he may or may not have bought you already.

[saetoshi]

sae loves it when you gossip with him. (not that he’ll ever admit it, of course.)

he used to find it annoying, actually. he didn’t find any sense in listening to what was happening in other people’s lives.

until he started paying attention to what you were saying, and his interest was, begrudgingly, piqued.

itoshi sae looks forward to your gossiping. (he’d rather eat shit than tell you that, though.)

the very moment the door to your apartment swings open his body instinctively turns in your direction, his gaze snapping up from his phone to look at you in anticipation.

excitement bubbles in him when he hears you call out his name from the entrance.

he clenches his hands in anticipation when he hears your slippers shuffling closer. you quickly greet him before saying the words he’s craving to hear.

“you won’t believe what happened today!”

he has to bite down the grin threatening to bloom on his lips.

you plop yourself on the couch next to him, nuzzling closer to his side.

“remember that girl i told you about in my class?” he can hear the excitement in your voice. (it’s almost enough to make him smile.)

he nods, “the one who cheated on her partner?”

you shake your head, “no, the other one.”

“the one that’s sleeping with your teacher?” his eyes widen when you enthusiastically nod.

“what happened?” he tries, really tries to hide the amusement in his voice. (he fails. horribly.)

“well, i heard,” a mischievous grin spreads across your lips, “that she’s pregnant.”

his jaw drops in amused disbelief. “for real?”

“yeah!” you bite your lip in a poor attempt to mask your excitement. “some of her friends were talking about it in the bathroom.”

“y’know what else?” you shift towards him, “they think it might be the teacher’s.”

his whole body turns in your direction. “no!”

“yes!” you enthusiastically punch the couch cushion.

“so what’s she gonna do?”

you slump against him with a sigh, “i’m not sure.”

“i mean,” you tap your finger against your arm, “both of them could get into some real trouble if it gets out.”

sae nods, wrapping an arm around you. he pulls you flush against his side, his head resting on top of yours.

there’s a beat of silence.

“you’re gonna keep me updated, right?”

you scoff, “you shouldn’t ask the obvious, sae.”

another beat of silence goes by.

sae clears his throat, “anything else happen today that you think i should know?”

you snort. he rolls his eyes when your body starts shaking with laughter. he flicks your forehead. you kick him in return.

you perk up, “there’s this guy in my other class who had an extreme makeover.”

sae’s brows raise in intrigue.

“i think it’s because i rejected him again?” you shake your head, “i’m not too sure.”

“again?” you can hear the curiosity in sae’s voice.

your eyes sparkle, a smile growing on your lips, “i haven’t told you?”

he gives you a look, “i think i’d remember you telling me about a guy confessing to you multiple times.”

“what can i say?” you shrug, “i’m lover material.”

sae shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re lover material for me, and only me.”

you roll your eyes. “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“besides,” he smirks, “i bet he’s ugly.”

“oh, yeah,” you nod in agreement, teasingly scrunching up your nose, “he’s uglier than you.”

“maybe i should drop you off tomorrow,” he sighs, “then he’ll know what your type of ugly is and he’ll get a better makeover next time.”

you both laugh.

“maybe you should,” you wipe your eyes, “that’ll give everyone something to gossip about.”

“it’s always been my dream to be the center of your university’s gossip.” he smiles, “there’s nothing i’d love more.”

you shrug, a playful smile on your lips, “well then, who am i to stand in the way of your dream?”

safe to say, you sure gave everyone something to gossip about.

(it’s only a shame that it had to do with sae dragging the guy in your class through the mud for ‘trying to steal you away from him,’ though.)

[planetpedri]

Morning cuddles — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pedri, who always insists on morning cuddles before the day can start.

Word count: 450

Disclaimer/s: just fluff!

A/N: Please bear with me i’ve never done this before… Sorry if there’s spelling mistakes . . . Feel free to give me requests! 🩷

Waking up to the sun beaming down on your boyfriend’s face was quite simply the best thing in the world. The way his rosy cheeks shone brighter under the direct sunlight, making his every feature pop was something you’d grown to adore more and more since he started staying at your apartment.

Ever since his injury all those weeks ago, he’d needed assistance with a lot of basic needs and you were more than happy to help. If anything, it was a bonus for you as it meant you spent all your free time together. Which was something you hadn’t had the luxury of in the two years since you’d started dating.

With a soft sigh, you quietly begin to pull yourself out of bed, only for a warm hand to pull you back. A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you turn to face the tan man. His sleepy face was adorned with a sly grin as his eyes stayed shut.

“Pedri…” You drawl, a knowing smile on your face. “I have to make breakfast and feed Meimi!” Just as you say that, you hear a distant meow outside your door, only further proving your point.

Despite knowing you have duties to attend to, the thought of missing out on a few more minutes of cuddling was a struggle you faced daily.

Pedri pouts, his eyes slowly fluttering open. “Please?” He says in his upmost pouty tone, once again something you’d grown accustomed to in the past month.

“How about…” You tap your bottom lip, feigning to think, “I make us breakfast and feed Mei, then I come back here and we eat breakfast in bed? We can cuddle and be lazy for the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

The tan man’s pout deepens at the idea, nodding his head reluctantly with a long sigh. “I guess I can wait a little longer.”

Rolling your eyes, you stare at him for a moment, admiring everything that was your boyfriend. From the dark circles under his eyes, to his perfectly pink lips, to his hair that slightly curls at the ends. He was everything you’d ever loved and so much more.

You groan as you give in, fully laying back down and tugging the corners of the bedspread back around you. Pedri doesn’t try to suppress the smirk that began growing on his lips as he pulls you closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

As you lay with your bodies intertwined, he places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.” He murmurs, his hands drawing unknown shapes on your hip.

“You’re annoying.” You huff, although the slight twitch to your lips gives you away.

@halfwayhearted this one is for you bonk. i love you ^_^~ Now it’s your turn.

[syluss-karaoke-teacher]

Hello first timer here. May I please request for The 4 LADS with a selective mute MC wherein MC finally says their names for the first time ever

Hello to my first ever request!! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ Very interesting, I have never tried this one before! I did some research and hope I can do it justice ^^

HCs under the cut for Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus

Content: SFW, fluff, mild canon spoilers in Zayne's part (main storyline released thus far), reader is MC, gender neutral MC, use of petnames for MC, selective mutism (which also means a slight canon divergence), early stages of a romantic relationship, no "y/n"

Sylus's is a bit different as I think his and MC's relationship would look the most different in the early stages since there's the whole "can't resonate with you if I despite you" angle, which wouldn't at the very least be *helped* by MC's condition pfft.

If you see any mistakes contradicting the above info, or if you find this disrespectful in any way, please let me know!

LADS LIs with a selectively mute MC

Xavier

Xavier, who isn't very talkative himself, falls in sync with you quite fast after you meet. At first you are wary of his intense gaze and the extended silence it carries as he observes you from a comfortable distance. But one day, you begin to look back at him, if only out of defiance, and that's when you start noticing.

Small head movements to question or to confirm, taps on the table and later on your arm or shoulder. Text messages with lots of emojis, shared playlists for different moods. And if all else fails, a gentle squeeze of your hand, to let your Evol do the talking for you.

He has been listening all along.

In comes one of those days. The mission goes well, but you are left dead tired, barely able to make it to your apartment. Xavier escorts you home, and as he wishes you goodnight, you grab his sleeve. Whatever emotion is showing on your face is enough to make him melt, and he turns back around, petting your hair.

"Got it, got it," he chuckles and lets himself be led to the couch, where you snuggle against him after putting on a random cartoon on the TV.

He is warm, and his hoodie is soft against your cheek. You listen to his slowing heartbeats as his eyelids begin to droop, his arm a solid anchor around your shoulders. At that moment you realize that this is how you want all of your missions to end: in this safe, comforting warmth.

"Xavier?" you call out, twiddling with the pullstrings of his hoodie. He stirs against you and lets out a questioning hum. You lift your head to look him in the eyes, and see them shining with something you dare to hope is adoration. He tightens his arm around you and patiently waits.

"Thank you," you finally decide to tell him, knowing that he knows it's about much more than today's mission.

"Think nothing of it, starlight," he murmurs and rests his forehead against yours.

Zayne

You forgot that Zayne knows. Of course he knows, that man doesn't forget anything, annoying as it may be sometimes. During your first appointment with him you try to bring it up, hoping that your old familiarity with him would help ease the tension. It doesn't, and in the end you have to resort to gesturing at your chart, cheeks burning in humiliation.

"I remember," Zayne tells you, his voice quiet, "don't worry about it. Just find a way that's comfortable for you."

On a rational level, it makes sense. He is a dedicated, renowned doctor who must have had first-hand experience with others like you beforehand. But on an emotional level you are on your toes for a good while. Zayne has a tendency to scold you about your heart condition, your recklessness on missions, your bad eating and sleeping habits. You just kind of... assume that this would be next on the list.

But the insistence never comes. Instead, there is a notepad and and a pen on his desk one day. The pen has a tiny snowglobe at the end that glitters prettily when you write with it. Zayne makes no mention of it when you come in, nor when you pick the pen up and start writing.

Afterwards you take that notepad everywhere you go with him. You write down your comments to him, your observations of the world around you, your feelings that are too precious to send him over text messages. You revel in the tiny upwards curl of his lips when he reads everything over, the hint of mirth in his hazel eyes that makes your heart flutter.

"Care to show me what you have written today?" he asks you one night as he is driving you back home from a restaurant. The car is standing still in traffic, and you are finishing your notes on that night's menu selection (the chocolate pudding had been especially delicious). You lean back on the passenger seat and look at his handsome profile, smiling to yourself.

"No, but I can tell you, Dr. Zayne."

You see his eyes widen in surprise and he glances at you, but before he can reply the traffic lurches forward. Zayne returns his eyes on the road, and reaches out to grab your hand in his. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and your stomach does small flips as you see him smile.

"I'd love that."

Rafayel

"Not one to talk? That's okay cutie, I can manage for the both of us."

And that he does. At first you aren't sure if the eccentric artist even wants or needs you to talk; Rafayel can talk circles around just about anyone, rightfully smug about his captivating voice and demeanor. You find yourself being envious of his natural charm, sure that you could hardly measure up to him in this regard.

But the more you spend time with him, the more you observe his mannerisms when he talks to you (yes, to you, not just at you): the glances over his shoulder, his body turning towards you as his hands punctuate his speech. The way he cocks his head to the side and studies your face with that easy smile on his lips, reading your expressions and hums as he does. Resting his fingertips on the pulse point of your wrist and gently tucking your hair behind your ear as you fight a petulant blush under his curious eyes.

Bodyguard, bah. You aren't sure Rafayel really knows, or cares, what that job actually entails. Then again, it's not like you had to stay, yet you did. There is something mesmerizing about Rafayel, his eyes as deep as the oceans and brilliant as the galaxies, and in between scoffing at his antics or bickering with him through texts, you find yourself being pulled in further and further as if lured by a siren song.

"Do you want to learn how to paint, sunshine?"

This time he doesn't give even the slightest pretense for the date. You have long ceased to care, feeling warm but bold standing in his studio as he guides the brush in your hand across the canvas. It's raining outside, the pitter patter mixing in with the gentle swishing of your brush and his bare feet padding against the tile floor. Time seems to fly by as you recreate the azure sea in front of you.

As the rain starts to ease down and the clouds part just enough for you to see the waves again, you step in front of the floor-length window and gaze out. As you watch swaying seas, your eyes suddenly widen.

"Rafayel, come look! Dolphins!"

You don't have time to be surprised by your own reaction as he strides next to you, his hand finding the small of your back. He leans his chin on your shoulder, and you can feel his lips curling into a smile.

"Now isn't that a nice surprise," he says, "I wouldn't mind this happening again."

You nod, the words failing you once more, but he is so close he must feel your answer in your heartbeat.

Sylus

If Sylus could take it back, he would. He would destroy planets and steal stars to redo your first meeting. He wouldn't assume anything, wouldn't take out his frustrations on you, wouldn't push and push until the truth screams in his face.

Because your eyes remain vacant of any recognition, any warmth he grew to know so long ago, and he only made it worse: he forced your voice out of your mind when your mouth refused to cooperate. He took it as defiance, a personal challenge, when it was anything but. It took an outsider to tell him to stop hounding you, and he hasn't been able to forget since.

Through what can only be described as trials you finally make it to the auction and beyond, and with Sylus's help you get your hands on the Aether Core. He does not know what you see in the vision the Deepspace Tunnel shows you, but whatever it is, it creates an opening. It lets you resonate with him, lower your guard and accept his help. And Sylus holds onto that chance like a drowning man.

From then on out, every day is dedicated to making up to you. Even if his words are rough, there is now softness lacing his features whenever he looks at you. Tenderness, the origin of which you do not recognize, and yearning that makes it hard to stay mad at him.

He may not beg for forgiveness out loud, but it is there in every question, every request, every wish.

"Will you have dinner with me tonight, sweetie?"

I'm sorry I treated you like that. I didn't realize. I should have.

"Mephisto brought you two necklaces. Show him which one you prefer."

I'm sorry I expected more than you could possibly offer. It isn't your fault you don't remember.

"Text me when you get home. The roads are slippery today."

I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable.

If you only knew how I adored you, little dove.

Your phone plays a familiar tune and you pick it up to see a video call coming from Sylus. It has become a habit of his whenever you are back in Linkon. He tells you he doesn't mind to be the one talking: he just wants to see your face.

"Hello sweetie, thank you for picking up. I called to say I'm sorry for missing our movie night. Some fool tried to blow up the armory in the north and I had to oversee the clean up."

You roll your eyes and sigh in mock exasperation. Sylus smiles back at you.

"I promise to make it up to you. Just tell me what you'd like."

"Anything we do together is fine, Sylus," you tell him and watch in mild amusement as his eyebrows raise and mouth freezes mid-sentence. "And stop... stop apologizing so much. Okay?"

It's not often the leader of Onychinus is rendered speechless, and you can't help a small giggle escaping your lips. It is your time to adore him, just for a moment.

[drmaddict]

Bunny Prince

Summary: When Aegon tangles with a playful sorcerer, his life is turned upside down for once. It was nice that his wife still loved him, but how was he supposed to be any kind of respectable as a bunny-prince?

Word count: 2.261

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut (mostly humping), use of (y/n)

Inspiredby this: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGde3RFYN/

Aegon acts before he thinks. Always had. His impulse control was simply non-existent. But he was lucky that his wife usually took care of that by now. She distracted him or stopped him. She made sure that he calmed down and was busy enough, not to do anything stupid.

Alicent was so happy about this, that she made sure that her new daughter-in-law's every wish was read from her lips.

But even she had her limits. At some point, Aegon was without her. No matter how much he became attached to her and sought her closeness.

At some point, like today for example, his friends dragged him back to flee bottom. Where he drank. Not exactly a little. Where he partied. Not exactly quiet. Where he messed with someone. Someone who had his own sense of humour. With a sorcerer, that is.

The very same one looked at Aegon, who was drunkenly mocking him, and playfully tapped him on the nose.

"Don't worry little bunny. I know exactly what you are." He smacked the heel of his hand against Aegon's forehead. He staggered back. His head suddenly went completely blank. His companions caught him. He hung limply in their arms.

"Let's show the world what you really are. Because it's definitely not a dragon." The sorcerer laughed and blew a powder in Aegon's face. "Sweet dreams."

No one knew what they could do. The maesters realised immediately, that this wasn't their job and the priests didn't even know such a thing was possible.

(Y/n) sat next to her husband on the bed and looked at him, as he looked at himself in a mirror in shock.

"I can never be around people again.", he whispered in shock.

"Aegon it's not-"

"I'm going to be a laughing stock!", he groaned and threw the mirror away.

She stroked his back reassuringly. "You're still the prince."

"I have bunny ears (y/n)! Bunny ears!", he shouted.

She couldn't deny it. The long ears were impossible to miss. They stuck out towards the back. (Y/n) vividly remembered that this was a sign of stress.

"And I love you anyway.", she said simply and kissed him on the nose.

He grimaced slightly, but immediately refrained from doing so, as he suspected it would only make him look more like a bunny. Annoyed, he fell back into bed.

"Ow!", he groaned as he landed wrong on one of his new ears.

"At least you'd have time to attend to your studies now.", Aemond jested, just as (Y/n) entered the room.

Aegon tried to ignore him. And yet, annoyed, he reached for a goblet of wine. He had barely put it to his lips when he threw it away, grimacing and holding his nose.

"What's wrong?", (Y/n) asked immediately, alarmed.

Aegon shook his head, as if trying to shake something off. "It burns.", he whimpered.

"The wine?"

He nodded.

They heard Aemond laugh. "Is your little nose too sensitive?"

Aegon's gaze darkened. Suddenly he stomped one foot on the ground with full force. Shocked, Aegon looked at his own foot.

"Aemond, we'll see you later.", said (Y/n), who saw how upset Aegon looked.

He just kept laughing.

"Get out!" shouted Aegon. Stomping his foot again.

(Y/n) went to Aemond and quickly pulled him out of the room. It was nice to finally see him laugh, but this really wasn't the best situation for it. She closed the door and turned back to Aegon. He was already curled up on the bed with his hands over his eyes. His body was shaken by little sobs.

She pulled his head onto her lap. Carefully positioning his ears in a comfortable position.

"Shh."

"I'm pathetic."

(Y/n) waited patiently in her chambers for Aegon. She had all but urged him to fly out with Sunfyre. The two needed each other. It would help him m, to feel more like himself again. He had withdrawn. Since Aemond had surprised him, he hadn't let anyone but (Y/n) and his mother see him.

Time with his dragon was what he needed now.

He had hidden his hair, and therefore his ears, under a cap when he had left the room. That had been several hours ago now. Here and there she saw Sunfyre flying over the rooftops of the city, performing playful loops and turns. She smiled.

Aegon came through the door to her in a better mood and kissed her briefly on the lips. He grabbed some of his clothes and was on his way out again.

"Where are you going?", she asked, confused. First you couldn't get him out of the room and now he didn't want to stay?

"I stink of dragon. I'm going for a bath."

"You usually bathe here."

"I'll be right back."

"Aegon... What's wrong?"

"I just want to bathe alone, like always!", he groaned, annoyed, and pushed his foot into the floor again. He groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes at this new reflex.

She nodded. She didn't want to push him any further. "I'm sorry. Of course. You're right." She didn't want to spoil his good mood right away.

He nodded and disappeared, probably into his private room.

When he returned, he hesitantly sat down next to her. "You're sad.", he realised.

She sighed. "It's okay.", she smiled bravely. "It's just...," she started. "Well, since we've been married, there hasn't been a day when you haven't walked around this room shamelessly naked. You've never fussed with those robes... You never holed yourself up on the other side of the bed. You liked to bathe here and let me wash your hair." She looked at his worried face. "I understand that all this is weighing on you, but... I miss you, too.", she confessed quietly.

Aegon pressed his lips together and nodded in understanding. He reached for her hand.

"I don't exactly feel... well, like a husband, at the moment.", he confessed, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. "I just tried to hide, what I can hide."

She looked at him in irritation.

He sighed. "I don't know, if we'll ever find a solution to this dilemma... All right."

He stood up and turned his back to her.

"Aegon?"

"I forbid you to laugh.", he pressed out and unfastened the cloth belt around his robe.

The fabric fell down his back. She gently scrutinised the muscles beneath the milky skin. Her gaze travelled downwards, where she expected to see his rump, strong from dragon riding, but before she got there, she saw something else.

She blinked in surprise. A fluffy puff. A cosy, fluffy puff in the same silvery white as his hair.

Aegon looked over his shoulder. When he saw her staring, he immediately turned round.

"No! Wait! I just... wasn't expecting this."

He threw the robe back on.

"It's cute.", she blurted out.

"I'm not cute!", Aegon insisted and stomped to his feet. "This stupid leg!", he grumbled, ruffling his hair.

"Hey. Hey. Hey." (Y/n) placated him immediately. She pushed him onto the armchair and simply sat on his lap. She stroked his hair. "You're still Prince Aegon. The dragon rider with the strongest bond to a dragon that there ever was." She kissed his forehead. "We'll find a solution to everything else."

Aegon dropped his forehead to the crook of her neck. "Couldn't that damned sorcerer have chosen a more frightening animal?"

"Shh." She kissed the crown of his head. "No one needs to know but me."

"I love you.", he murmured.

"I love you.", she replied.

"Aegon?!"

He sat up jerkily as she nudged him roughly.

He wiped his eyes and, as he had been doing lately, his nose. A quirk that (Y/n) usually found simply endearing.

"What?", he grumbled.

"What do you mean? What?", she huffed. "I thought you were dead!"

He looked at her in astonishment. "I was just asleep."

"And you couldn't be woken up. Were you even breathing? Because it certainly didn't look like it. If you ever do this to me again-"

She felt his lips gently on hers. "I'm fine.", he said simply.

She took a deep breath. "I was scared, okay? Who knows what this spell will do in the long run."

Aegon grumbled. "I thought we knew that by now."

"Now don't be like that." She stroked his head between the ears. He immediately closed his eyes with pleasure. Over the last month, he had adopted more and more of the behaviour of a bunny. He had hyperactive phases. Even more than usual. For half an hour, he was a storm on two legs and would dismantle, albeit accidentally, almost everything in his path and then just fall over and sleep. Sometimes he would lovingly push (Y/n) to get her attention. He enjoyed nothing more than having his ears gently stroked by her. His puff wiggled when he was excited. He munched. He munched his food like a rabbit.

His already high sex drive was boosted to such an extent, that (Y/n) could no longer keep up. By now, whenever he could, he simply lay on top of her and rubbed against her leg, while she read and scratched his head, until he came often enough to fall asleep.

And now, apparently, he slept like the dead.

"You know what I mean.", she grumbled.

He lolled onto the bed. "It's all right.", he mumbled, then suddenly stood up.

Without warning, he put his nose in the crook of her neck and sniffed.

"What are you doing?", she asked in astonishment.

He only let out a pleasurable hum.

He walked in circles around her. He looked at her mischievously, then jumped towards her and knocked them both over so that they landed on the bed.

"I need you.", he whimpered, his eyes suddenly glazed over.

"Aegon?"

"Please." He bit the back of her neck lightly. Sniffed her hair. Licked her skin. "I need you.", he whispered again.

(Y/n) had an inkling of what was to come. But nothing could prepare her for the hours that followed.

Aegon lay absolutely still next to her. He had simply fallen over like a sack.

Hours, the whole night, he had... rammed. There was no other way to put it. He had taken her. Quickly and easily. Over and over and over again. She had got her money's worth, but at some point she had to change things. She had offered him her hand, until even that was sore and he simply rubbed against her leg again. He hadn't been able to form a single word. He lay on top of her. He drooled unhindered against her shoulder, where he had buried himself. Panting, moaning, whimpering. Until at some point he suddenly collapsed and fell asleep.

Now, the next morning, (Y/n) could hardly move. Everything hurt. She was sore and wanted to bathe in ointment when there was a knock at the door. She sighed in annoyance.

She pulled the sheets over herself and at least enough over Aegon's rump to cover his puff.

"What?", she called out.

Someone from the Kingsguard came into the room, saw their condition and immediately turned round. "The... The sorcerer has been found.", he explained. "He is willing to release the spell." He bowed with his eyes closed and left the room.

(Y/n) slapped Aegon awake. The gentle way wasn't going to work anyway.

"What?", the mumbled.

"They found the sorcerer. Get dressed."

They went into a smaller chamber. Aegon made sure to hide his head under a hood.

When they entered the room, the sorcerer was already waiting for them with a grin.

"Hello bunny, how are you?", he grinned. Aegon's foot stomped on the floor. He groaned in annoyance. "I don't know what I did to deserve this, but PLEASE undo it."

The sorcerer grinned. "No problem."

He blew a powder in Aegon's face and watched with a smile as he lost consciousness. He didn't bother to help (Y/n) try to catch him.

Aegon recovered after less than a minute of unconsciousness. He grabbed his hair. Not rabbit ears. Normal human ears. His hand shot to his rump. Thank the gods. No puff.

The sorcerer grinned. "All you have to do is ask. If you don't mind my asking." He gestured in the direction of the door.

Aegon simply waved it off and continued to run his hands over his ears.

"Not so fast." Aemond stepped out from a corner. "You attacked a member of the royal family and for that-"

A blast of powder hit him square in the face. No one caught him as he went down.

The sorcerer held out a pouch to Aegon.

"Decide for yourself, when he will be redeemed. I'm leaving the city.", he said casually.

Aegon didn't have the heart to do anything but nod. "Thank you?"

The sorcerer nodded, bowed to (Y/n) and walked away.

They looked back at Aemond.

"Are those whiskers?", asked (Y/n), surprised.

Aegon looked at his little brother. "With ears and a tail to match.", he grinned.

(Y/n) looked at him reprovingly.

"Oh come on.", he sighed

"One week. No longer."

"A month. I had to endure it longer."

"Two weeks. Thats my last word.", she said.

"Fine."

Aemond on the floor opened his eyes, looking sly. Something came out of his throat that sounded almost like the mewing of a kitten.

"This will be the best two weeks of my life.", Aegon grinned.

(Y/n) sighed. "Gods help us."

[literaila]

new pups

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: satoru brings home a couple of additions

warnings: satoru is annoying, reader is fed up with him, tsumiki is doing something (???), megumi is tired he needs a nap

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*

year three

“ladies,” satoru calls, slamming the door instead of shutting it, even though you've scolded him about it for five weeks straight. “i’ve returned.” 

there’s the distinct sound of someone kicking the wall—probably just satoru throwing a bag by the door. 

you set down the pen you're holding, sighing at the sound. 

you used to live in a peaceful house, always clean, always calm, no boys to disrupt your wonderful lifestyle. 

and now you live with three kids. you probably haven't had a single moment alone since you moved in. 

and yet tsumiki looks up from the table, her eyes wide and waiting, and you watch fondly--glad that they're home. 

megumi rounds the corner, rubbing his eyes. his hair is a mess--complete with leaves and mud--and his face looks like it was stretched out by a car tire. but tsumiki smiles at him, not bothered by his appearance. “i’m here too," he says, walking up to the table where you're helping tsumiki with her homework, looking distastefully at the worksheets the two of you have lost track of. 

you smile at him. 

“hey, kid,” you say, pulling him to kiss his forehead. he tastes like sweat. “how was your class?” 

he shrugs, as telling as ever, then goes to the kitchen. 

satoru is next, as untouched as he was before he left, not a hair out of place, leaving a loud smacking kiss on tsumiki’s head—who loves it—and one on your cheek— which is promptly wiped away. 

“did you miss us?” he asks you, leaning against your shoulder with his entire body before you push him away. his blindfold is slipping from his face, and you snap it against his skin.

so he huffs and sits at the chair next to you, blindfold off, moving it even closer. seriously, he has never learned the meaning of personal space. 

“we didn’t have time,” you tell him, kicking his leg as he sits down. “we’ve been working.” 

he gives tsumiki a look. “blink twice if you need help.” 

she opens her eyes wide, making him laugh. her tiny fingers tap against the table, and you can tell that she's about to beg you for another break--just to go check on her room, she'll swear, or grab a glass of water. 

you've only been sitting there with her for an hour, but even you're feeling a bit restless at the math and reading comprehension worksheets you'd like to never see again. 

“shoo, satoru," you tell him before he can say anything else, 

"we’re almost done.” 

“but i just got here!” 

"you're going to disturb tsumiki. she's working hard." 

"i can watch," he grins at the little girl, "can't i, miki?" 

tsumiki looks between the two of you, nodding her head. "he's okay," she whispers to you, sweetly, and you pretend not to notice as the two of them share a wink and a smile, plotting against you, probably. 

"sit and be quiet," you point at him, turning away. 

"actually... could we take a break?" you frown at her, raising your brows. "there's not much left, and i promise i'll finish it all soon!" she pleads, taking satoru's signature sweet talking, "i just want to check on something real quick." 

you sigh, looking at what she's got left over, and, for how long you've been working, it's not that much (plus you could probably use a break too). "okay, but--" tsumiki is up from the table before the words are out of your mouth, her smile radiant, and she runs away before you can get another word out.

you snort as she leaves, then look to your best friend, frowning at him. "that's your fault." 

"i sat down," satoru deadpans. 

"i know you're teaching them to slack off when i'm not around," you tell him, moving your chair at least three feet away. just to get away from his crushing aura. 

satoru does not take this hint--nor any other one--and he moves with you like it'll physically kill him to be any further apart. 

"does avoiding homework and playing candy crush count as slacking off?" he asks you.

"yes." 

he nods thoughtfully. "oh, then yeah." 

you groan, stacking all of the papers on the table. your shoulders bump into his as you do so, his hands on your thighs, creeping as they try to scare you away. 

then they're gone, and he grins mischievously. 

"don't worry, megumi wanted to show you something anyway," he whispers, and then looks down the hallway, where the boy disappeared a couple of minutes ago. "megumi!" he sings. 

about thirty seconds later a scrunched-up body marches into the room, wearing pajamas already, dark circles that shouldn't exist for a nine-year-old under his eyes. 

seriously, what did satoru do? 

you nod at the boy and he looks quizzically at satoru, entirely bored and exhausted. 

"well?" satoru asks after they've been staring at each other for ten seconds straight. "aren't you going to show her?" 

megumi blinks, and usually, he'd probably argue at any request satoru made, but he looks too tired. he merely gives a half-hearted eye-roll, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

and then he turns towards you, looking briefly at the light above the table, rests one of his hands upon an open one, making an indiscernible shape. 

and almost before you can see them--you feel it, that unmistakable current of cursed energy, but satoru doesn't flinch, so neither do you. 

then there are two puppies at megumi's feet, barking excitedly beneath him. 

the two of them may be trying to give you a heart attack.

you stare for a moment--watching as megumi pats both of their heads, then looks at you, like he didn't just bring home two new pets without even asking you.

or like he's not just nine, creating creatures out of thin air.

you blink. the white one sniffs around megumi's feet, moving over to satoru to inspect him while the other black one sits by megumi, happy to remain there. 

"see!" satoru exclaims after he's had enough of the silence. he looks ridiculous bending down to pet the dog sniffing at his feet, who tries to nip at him in response.  

"you--" you frown, tilting your head, watching closely as they might disappear. "you made those?" 

"they're shikigami," satoru tells you, "aren't they cute?" 

"you just learned how to do that?" 

megumi nods. 

you gape for a moment more--so many curious thoughts running through your head, attempting to scare you away from your little boy and whoever he's supposed to be--but you shut them out. then smile. "wow, megumi. that--wow." 

his nose ruffles at you. 

"and you can summon them at will?" 

megumi frowns, but satoru nods. 

"and release them?" 

"he figured it out pretty quick," satoru says. "honestly, i was impressed." 

you stand up, ruffling his hair. "good job, buddy," you say, with obvious pride. 

how many parents can say that their child created two puppies and brought them home to them?

"they can't really do much." 

"i told you that they'll grow with you," satoru says, rolling his eyes. "maybe they have laser eyes."

megumi frowns at him.

"hmm," you watch them, the white one sniffing at you now. "they are cute. who could fight these little guys?" you say, cooing at the puppy, who basks in your attention. "they might shock curses into submission if nothing else." 

satoru laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you rise up again.

you give megumi a frown, watching his slow blinks. "you tired?" 

he nods, not even bothering to deny it like he usually would.

"okay, go hang out. we'll get dinner ready." 

megumi walks off, the two puppies following after him. 

you brows furrow as you watch him go. "did you have to torture him to get him to summon them?" 

satoru rolls his eyes. "i just talked to him until he figured it out." 

"so, yes." 

"actually, he didn't say much. just kind of sat by himself and thought for a bit." 

"and you watched?" 

satoru grins at you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. 

"he looks like he's half dead." 

he shrugs. "took a lot out of him. puppies are hard work." 

he's recalling what you told him when he tried to get you all to go to the animal shelter a couple of weeks ago, you look at him pointedly. then away. 

satoru grins at you, pulling his head back, then pauses. "what? you're not a dog person?" 

"how much do you know about his technique?" 

"not a lot," he answers, simply, "i know that he'll probably rival me for strength. when he's older." 

"how are you going to teach him?" 

satoru shrugs. he doesn't need to worry about any of this, you think. he doesn't need to fear a single thing. 

and, really, he's always been a little too good for you. a little too strong for your soft demeanor, and easy heart. 

you bite your lip, considering it. how fast will megumi grow now that he's figured out the basics of his shikigami? how much longer can you keep him here, tied down?

it only makes you wonder what satoru was like as a kid, who he might've been if he hadn't always been him. 

"he's only nine," you whisper, soft, unbroken. it's not a confession or a worry. just the truth.

"you were nine." 

"i was ten," you correct, appreciating satoru's strong arms against your body, his effortless hold on you. 

he laughs, tilting his head at you. "i was born." 

you roll your eyes, pushing him off. enough of his presence. "yeah, yeah, honored one, whatever." 

he pulls you back, though, easy as ever. "it's normal," he reminds you. "he's got us. he'll be fine." 

you sigh, hanging your head against his chest. "we don't know anything about his cursed technique." 

satoru hums. 

"we have to figure it out," you tell him like you haven't thought about it every day for the past year alone. like you'll be able to figure out anything. 

"okay." 

"do you think there are books on it at the library?" you ask him, thinking about yaga's lessons--which, in hindsight, you should've paid more attention to. 

satoru frowns. "i'm not reading those." 

"well, no one's going to tell you about it." 

"you could. after you read the books," he grins, very pleased with this answer. 

"you're helping because there's probably, like, twenty different ones all contradicting each other." 

just the idea of the library is a tough one. who knows what information has been muddled over the years, or what you'll need to know for megumi, anyway? 

no matter what, it's gonna take longer than a day to figure it out. probably a decade, at least. 

"can't megumi just read them for himself?" satoru whines, shaking his head against yours at the same thought. 

"satoru," you pinch his forearm.

he groans. "fine. fine. i'll talk to yaga next time i'm at the school."  

"good boy." 

"don't patronize me," he pouts. 

"where did you learn that word?" 

"i can read, you know." 

"really? thought i was gonna have to teach you that too," you smile at him, pinching his rosy cheeks. he looks very pretty like this--always unchanging, unbothered. 

"i was the best in my class, i'll have you know," he tells you like you weren't there to experience that same class. 

"you mean laziest," you shake your head, stepping away, finally. "god knows why you turned out to be so strong." 

he grins again, leaning towards you. close enough to breathe in. "it's part of my natural charm." 

"great," your brows raise at him, "you and your charm can help me make dinner." 

"do we have to?" he whines. 

but satoru is very similar to your new puppies, in that as soon as you walk away, he follows, sniffing eagerly after you. 

*

"so," satoru says, sitting too close to you on the couch. he yawns, body sprawled against the cushions. 

you try to push his head away from your shoulder, but the effort is futile. he might as well glue it there. you wonder when he got the time to fill his brain with cement. 

you sigh, and dog-ear your book, knowing that he's not going to shut up for at least ten minutes. "what?" 

"i talked to yaga today." 

"about the books?" 

"among other things." 

you flick his forehead. "did you get us in trouble again?" you ask, frowning. "i told you to stop spilling my secrets to anyone who asks--" 

"it was an accident." 

you shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. but your hand subconsciously wraps around his shoulders, squeezing where it can, and begins to trail through his hair. 

after three years, you still haven't managed to get him to tell you anything about his conditioner. another reason why you hate him so much. 

"what'd he say?" you ask, after satoru's eyes close at the feeling of your hands. 

"he had an interesting idea." 

"was it your idea?" 

"no, not this time." 

"okay..." 

"well, you know how they're always running low on teachers at the school, especially now that yaga's principal?" 

"uh-huh." 

"and you know how we could use the help with training megumi, and that we're the best out there--" 

"no, satoru." 

"i didn't even say--" 

"i'm not teaching." 

"but you'd be so great at it," he smiles up at you, fluttering his eyelashes in an attempt to break you. 

so you look away because you refuse to fall victim to his whims again. 

"the missions are enough, i don't want to be responsible for anyone else but you and the kids." 

"you know you do." 

"i'm not doing it," you tell him, snatching your arm back to cross them across your chest. 

"it's not even that big of a change," he argues, "just, like, a very extensive year-long training program for incoming teachers--" 

*

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[luvsuperboard]

shy boy? secret kisses?

you’re used to see him being confident when it comes to “romantic” encounters, but all of sudden when you find out about his cute habit, he becomes shy! (fluff warning!)

—

was your roof leaking? what were those little taps you felt going from your temple to your cheek?

“minnie what are you-“ he froze. his big brown puppy-like eyes widened when he heard you, soon stopping what he was doing while your eyes were closed. he quickly turned around, as if you didn’t clearly see he was awake.

“kim seungmin, i know you’re awake,” you said half-yawning and sitting up. one of your hands traveled to his back slowly caressing it as he was still facing the other way, refusing to see you as if he had been doing some witchcraft on you while you were sleeping and he was embarrassed now that you caught him—but of course it wasn’t anything like that.

he groaned, hiding under the blanket currently covering both of you, giving you a dry ‘what’, acting like he had been sleeping too.

you got closer, slowly pulling the blanket off him, his eyes were shut, cheeks red. “wanna explain what were you doing?” you said with a smirk, gently brushing some of the hair that was sticking to his forehead away. he just scoffed.

“pft, i was just.. i’m- you know what, you never saw that, nothing happened. go back to sleep, baby. yay! so happy, now go to sleep” he said muttering the last word and patting your head, but instead of going back to sleep you took his chin in between your thumb and index finger, looking at him directly.

you gasped. “was.. kim seungmin.. kissing y/n’s face???? on their sleep??” he was red red, like a fucking tomato, you bursted out of laughter. “oh my! kim seungmin? no this is not him, who are you? give me my cute boyfriend, who doesn’t want to admit he’s whipped for me, back!”

“you are so annoying”

you cradled his face with both of your hands “yes, very annoying. but you still love me. and love me that much you take the time to kiss my face while i’m sleeping! aw look at you, i didn’t know you were such a softie..” you traced random patterns on his skin as he rolled his eyes and just blushed as much as he could.

“CAN YOU STOP? Y/N IM DONE”

“SEUNGMIN LOVES ME! SEUNGMIN LOVES MEE~!” you cheered while singing.

“i guess…”

“so?”

“so what?”

“AREN’T YOU GONNA ADMIT YOU KISS ME EVERY NIGHT WHEN I CANT SEE YOU AND THAT’S WHY YOU LIKE ME TO FALL ASLEEP FIRST?” his jaw dropped, his hands traveled to his face and covered it in embarrassment

“SO YOU’VE BEEN KNOWING?”

“well um, i suspected it-“

“OH GOD”

“LISTEN! i suspected it. but i finally decided to stay awake and you definitely confirmed my assumptions” you said smiling. your boyfriend in the other hand was dying in the inside. how he could’ve been so dumb?

“this is so humiliating!” he whined before ruffling his hair. you rested your chin on his shoulder while he was still holding his face in between his hands and sighed, waiting for his obvious confession.

“i just- i do it because i don’t know. you look so… peaceful, when you sleep and i can’t help it but to start to kiss every single part of your face and it makes me wanna take care of you even more and keep you forev- y/n i swear if you’re laughing right now…”

“IM NOT!” you pressed your lips together, as an attempt of not letting out the loud ass laugh that was coming but it was too late. he lifted his head.

“YOU SEE? LOOK AT YOU LAUGHING! OH MY GOD”

“IM SORRY OKAY? YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE! BOY IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO EXPLODE!” the room quickly filled with your giggles and a bunch of ‘sorrys’ towards seungmin.

he shook his head, giving up “yea, well that’s how crazy you drive me, y/n” he whispered, looking at you with so much adoration. awww. no. because now you were the one about to scream and go crazy over the man in front of you.

“yes, yes, okay baby now can we go back to ‘sleep’? wait no i actually wanna sleep now” he laughed and nodded, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek. once you rested your head on his chest his fingers softly ran through your hair before mumbling a low ‘love you’.

“kim seungmin is a softie~”

“SHUT UP.”

[squoxle]

“Fuck Him, Let’s Play” ~ Felix ff 18+

👾pairing: Lee Felix!bf x Reader!gf | 👾wc: 1.7k | 👾summary: All you wanted to do was spend some time with your boyfriend, Felix. But when your little "Netflix and Chill" session is interrupted by his best friend, Chan, you must find another way to get what you came here for. No matter what. |👾cw: profanity, swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, oral m. receiving, fingering f., creampie, facial, voyeurism, exhibitionism (basically porn with a plot: read at your own discretion)

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You were over at your boyfriend Felix's house to spend some time with him. What you didn't expect was for him to be whisked away by his best friend Chan for an all night gaming session.

You sat idly on Felix’s bed as the two of the tapped away. You watched for a little while before you couldn’t take it anymore. You tried entertaining yourself on your phone but it was useless. You came over for your boyfriend not your phone.

“Felix~” you whined.

“Yeah, babe. What’s up?” He said with his eyes still fixed on the screen.

“How much longer are you gonna play the game?” You pouted.

“Uhhh…this’ll be the last game okay,” he said before getting back into the game.

You only sighed in response this was the third time he said that. He and Chan had been gaming for almost 3 hours straight now without a break. Unless you count pausing to laugh or change the game.

You were so annoyed by Chan right now. Most of the time you didn’t mind him being around, but he literally barged in.

Before he came over, you and Felix were laying on the couch together getting ready to watch a movie. You both knew that the movie was gonna end up watching itself after a while. But all sexy, freaky, horny thoughts went straight out the window as soon as you heard that knock on the door.

Chan had a special little knock. You immediately knew it was him before your boyfriend even got up to open the door.

“Hey bro!” Chan smiled as he walked in, dapping Felix up.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I told you to come over tomorrow,” Felix said as he ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, I know. But I need to take my mind off of a situation,” Chan raised an eyebrow.

“Situation?”

“Yeah. Remember that girl I was telling you about?”

“Yeah. What about her?”

“Well, today I met her boyfriend.”

“No way…” Felix’s jaw dropped.

“Way. And then she was all like ‘Why are you getting so upset bro? We’re just friends.’ I felt like such an idiot standing there. I couldn’t even hang around anymore. So I cooled off and came over here.”

“Damn. That’s insane. I’m surprised she never mentioned anything about him.”

“Exactly! I mean she could’ve at least told me that. Then I wouldn’t gotten myself so hung up on her y’know.”

“Yeah, bro. I get it,” Felix said placing a hand on Chan’s shoulder. "I think I know exactly what you need right now," Felix smiled.

"To get completely wasted and game till I pass out?" Chan tilted his head.

"You got it," Felix chuckled before walking over to you.

You were still sitting on the couch wrapped up in Sonic the Hedgehog blanket. Before he said a single word, you already knew what was coming next.

"Raincheck?" He smiled nervously. "I'm really sorry, babe, but this is kind of an emergency. I promise I'll make it up to you," he said before placing a kiss on your forehead. "Just a few games, okay. And then we can spend the whole night together."

"Go ahead," you sighed before following him to his bedroom and plopping yourself on the bed. And that's exactly where you've been this whole time.

Since talking to him wasn't working, you needed to try something else. You were desperate, and at this point, you were willing to do whatever to get what you wanted.

You climbed out of bed and walked over to sit on Felix's lap while he played the game. As expected, he happily allowed you to sit between his legs.

His chin rested on your shoulder as he continued gaming, ignoring you as if you didn't even exist.

It was time for the second part of your plan, casually turn him on to get him in the mood. "God, I hope this works," you thought to yourself as you began to slowly move your ass around on his lap.

He sat back at bit, assuming you were trying to get comfortable. That was until you started to do an up and down movement. Almost bouncing, but not quite. Chan was still sitting next to him and you didn't want to divert too much attention to yourself.

"Ngh," Felix grunted as you reached between your legs to graze his dick through his sweatpants with your fingers. "What are you doing?" he whispered to which you only mischievously smiled in response.

Felix wasn't pissy drunk yet, but he was getting there. And you knew once that happened, you could do almost anything to him. Chan on the other hand was a lot drunker than Felix.

Chan reached for the beer bottle that sat on the dresser before tipping his head back to catch the last drop on his tongue.

"Damn...I'm all out," he said looking at the empty bottle. "Did you want me to get you another?" Chan asked as he stood up.

"Ummm, sure. But they're none left in the fridge. You'll have to go out to my car and get the other case," Felix hiccuped as he guided you off of his lap. "Wait. Lemme get the keys for you," His words were slightly slurred together.

You watched as he staggered over to the closet to grab his car keys out of his jacket pocket. "Here ya go, mate," he said placing the keys in Chan's hands.

Felix plopped back down in the chair as Chan left the room. You were standing up near the TV, but instead of sitting back down on his lap, you crawled between his legs.

You took both of your hands and pressed them up against Felix's semi-hard-on. He was staring at the ceiling until you did that. "Woah, babe. What are you doing?" he said as his eyes widened.

"I'm doing exactly what I came over here to do. Have a little fun with my boyfriend," you smirked as you reached into his pants and pulled out his dick.

"Babe, we can't do this right now. Chan's still here. Can you please wait just a little bit longer?" he pleaded.

"Uh uh. I've waited long enough. I want it right now," you pouted before spitting on his tip and wrapping your lips around him.

He threw his head back as you began sucking on his tip. You bobbed your head up and down as your boyfriend gripped onto the arm rests.

"Mmm," he moaned softly as you looked up to meet his eyes. You knew that nothing turned your boyfriend on more than the lustful way you looked at him while sucking his dick.

"Hey, I got the drinks--" Chan stopped in the door frame as he came in to see you sucking his friend off.

"Oh shit!" Felix immediately snapped out of the seductive trance you had put him in and tried to cover himself.

"Umm...should I go?" Chan asked as both of you looked at him standing there in shock.

"Uhhh...I...umm" Felix stammered as his eyes darted back and forth between you and Chan.

"You guys can keep playing the game. I don't mind," you shrugged.

"What? Are you sure?" Chan asked while Felix sat speechless in the chair.

"Yeah. You two can play the game while I have fun down here," you smiled.

"Seriously?" Felix gasped.

"Yeah," you giggled.

"Umm...okay," Felix stuttered as Chan came over to sit next to him while you got back to sucking his dick.

You stroked up and down on his dick as he tried to stay focused on the game in front of him. However, you felt another set of eyes on you. It was Chan, he was almost drolling while he watched you suck his friend off. You looked down to see the growing bulge in his pants.

"Dude! What the fuck? This is my girlfriend," Felix spat as he caught Chan getting turned on by you. "Look, babe. We're gonna have to do this later. I don't wanna see my friend drooling over you right in front of me."

"Sorry, man it's just--"

"Fuck him, let's play," you said cutting Chan off as you started sucking your boyfriend's throbbing dick again. Before he could even argue with you, you moaned with his cock in your mouth. The vibrations from your throat were just what you needed to distract him.

You pushed your head down trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as possible.

"It's okay just this one time baby," you cooed as Felix nodded in response.

You caught Chan palming himself in your peripheral vision. Noticing that you were also getting him turned on, you really began performing. You started to suck harder and faster as you reached your hand between your legs to finger yourself.

Chan pulled out his dick and began stroking it up and down as he watched you sucking dick while moaning and fingering yourself.

You sat back to suck the wetness from your fingers before wrapping your lips around Felix's dick again. You could feel him getting more turned on as he pushed your head down and grunted loudly while he fucked your throat.

You could feel every inch pumping in and out of your throat. Every so often he would pull back to allow you to get some air, but at this point, he was using your throat like his own personal fleshlight.

"Keep playing with that perfect little pussy of yours," Felix groaned as your head bobbed up and down. Your body quivered as you were nearly about to cum.

Felix watched as your face contorted and pulled his dick out of your mouth as you came all over your finger. Your moans were so sexy that Chan nearly got off at that very moment.

Felix aggressively grabbed your head and forced it down as he filled your throat with his cum. He noticed that Chan was getting close too and motioned him to move closer to you.

It wasn't long before Chan came all over your face, streams of white fluids ran down your neck as he finished.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

‘You’re doing it again.’ Jason murmured.

‘Doing what, Jaybirdie?’ You blinked at him as his warm hands creeped on either side of your face, his thumbs then stated soothing your aching temples, causing you to groan at the sweet gesture and found yourself leaning into his touch; Glad to finally have some mental relief.

‘Overthinking, gorgeous.’ He replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he silently encouraged you to lean further against him, whilst watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

‘I’m not. I’m not overthinking.’ You tried to deflect but it only came out sleepy and sluggish as you stubbornly tried to pull yourself away from his firm hold.

Jason tightens his grip, though making sure not to hurt you in the process. ‘Then what’s this,mr/mrs/mx deeply furrowed brows?’ He asks as he softly tapped a finger to your brow. ‘I thought we’d talked about you overthinking yourself to death.‘ he adds on and you huff, knowing that it wasn’t wise to keep anything from Jason without him quickly catching on. He was smart like that and knew you well enough when something was wrong; something you love about him but also hated because you didn’t want to fell like a burden for overthinking about the same things over, and over again but you couldn’t help it.

When you didn’t say anything Jason sighed and adjusted you in his lap, resting his head against yours as this thumbs continued to work soothing patterns into your temples. ‘It’s not something to be ashamed of sweetheart, I know you can’t exactly help what you overthink and I don’t want you to think that I’ll get annoyed over it because that’s the last thing you need right now.’

You groan, making yourself more comfortable against him, allowing his bodily warmth to seep into you and drape over you as though you were being coddled in a weighted blanket with well defined muscles and a heartbeat. ‘Don’t you get tired of doing this every time?’ You asked meekly, not wanting to look into his eyes, fearing the worst that could possibly happen.

‘Nope.’ Jason replied without hesitation.

‘Why?’ You asked incredulously. ‘It’s rotten work.’ You add and you felt Jason tighten his grasp on you as he sharply inhaled.

‘Not to me, not to me you’re not. You’re anything but rotten work and I can name a thousand things that’s rotten work but taking care of you is never one of them.’ He says truthfully and you couldn’t help but whimper at this, not having been with anyone that was willing to put up with your tendencies to overthink and self-sabotage as much as Jason. You were about to say something but Jason cuts you off before you could, ‘and don’t go saying that you don’t deserve me when you’ve don’t nothing but proven yourself more then deserving of me in every which way. Don’t sell yourself short sweetheart. It breaks my heart to know that someone as amazing as you don’t see yourself the way I see you.’

‘And what’s that?’ You looked at him only to see him smiling at you as he peppered kisses to your face, making you giggle and smile at the butterflies he was giving you in your stomach. ‘Fucking brilliant, amazing, talented, and an overall fantastic human being who doesn’t deserve to spend a single minute of their life second guessing themselves.’ Jason lists off the top of his head before looking back at you as though to say well? Your move.

‘You win.’ You pouted and Jason laughed, kissing the pout from your lips as he rests his head against your own.

‘Good. Now let’s get some rest yeah? I know you must’ve be exhausted.’ You hummed in agreement, already finding yourself slipping into sleep from his thumbs that were still soothing your temples with their gentle caresses.

[idkwhatever580]

Admiring

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Prompt/Request: I would like a sweet Natasha x reader @cactus-cuddler

A/N: I hope I did it justice!! And lmk if you want to be added to my permanent tag list!!

Y/n’s pov

I roll over when my alarm goes off.

I quickly turn it off because it’s annoying as hell but whatever.

I then turn back around and tell myself I’m staying in bed for five more minutes.

Then I furrow my eyebrows and peek my eyes open when I realize the other side of the bed is still warm.

I see my redhead sleeping soundly and I squint.

I close my eyes and try to think although it is hard given I just woke up.

I double check the time to make sure I didn’t set the wrong alarm and when I see it is proper time for me to get up I am even more confused.

Natasha is never in bed this late. Like never.

Unless she’s sick.

Shit. Is she sick?

I reach over and place my hand on her forehead to feel if she’s warm and she is not.

I go to wake her up but then she looks so peaceful so I just decide to cuddle her a bit.

I end up staring at her. She’s so pretty. The way her nose crinkles a bit every now and then. And how her lips fall open slightly.

Her beautiful red hair. God I love her hair.

“Staring is rude you know?”

She mumbles out.

I roll my eyes and say

“I’m admiring. That’s not such a crime is it?”

She smiles and peeks her eyes open and I say

“Are you feeling alright?”

She nods her head and says

“Why?”

I shake mine and say

“You never sleep in unless you’re sick. So I was concerned.”

I pause briefly and then say

“You’d tell me if you didn’t feel alright would you?”

She giggles and nods her head and says

“I just wanted to stay in bed. Have a chill day.”

I raise my eyebrows and say

“Natasha? Skipping training? Now I know she’s really sick.”

She chuckles at my quip and says

“We should skip work today”

I tilt my head and say

“Baby. I can’t. We have things to do”

“Ugh but it’s just one day! I never ask for this. Please baby?”

She whips out the puppy eyes and I can’t resist them so I say

“Okay fine, but when I get in trouble you’re answering to nick for me”

She smiles and says

“We will just call in sick”

I smile and say

“I like that idea.”

I give her a quick kiss and then I say

“Well. If we’re ‘sick’ then we should go back to bed and sleep in more huh?” I’m

She nods her head and says

“I like your thinking”

I straddle her lap and lay down resting my head on her chest and I breathe in a sigh of content.

I am unable to fall back asleep but I bask in Natasha’s warmth while she gets some much needed rest in.

After about another hour and a half Natasha starts waking up again as I am just playing with her hair.

She smiles at me and I don’t notice that she is awake yet since I am still resting my head on her chest.

Then she moves her hand to my chin and pulls me toward her for a kiss and I obviously kiss back.

And the initial kiss turns into something more. But I push her away and she pouts and I shake my head.

She doesn’t question it like a good girlfriend but she does say

“Are you alright?”

I smile and nod my head. I usually am in the mood so she makes sure to check on me if I ever refuse her advances.

“We’re having a chill day remember? Sick day? Those activities are neither chill nor are they sick activities”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. Then she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes. I raise an eyebrow but before I can think anything else she tackles me into the bed and starts tickling me until I tap out.

We end up watching a few movies until we can’t watch anymore and nat says

“Ugh. I’m bored”

I nod my head and she says

“What should we do?”

She props herself up on her elbow and I do the same to face her. I say

“I dunno”

Then I get a great idea. I smirk and say

“Give me a show”

She raises her eyebrows and sits up.

“A show?”

I nod my head and sit up a bit too

“A show.”

She studies me and says

“What kind of show?”

I smile and say

“Not a dirty show. Sing for me. Make it fun. Put on a show!”

She chuckles at how my eyes light up at the thought of a funny show with a song.

“I don’t know about that one detka”

“I love your voice. Oh please please puhleasee”

I beg her and she gives in almost immediately. She chuckles and says

“Okay but you’re gonna have to cover your eyes until I’m ready”

I nod my head and cover my eyes faster than she can see and she goes to the closet to get herself ready.

I hear her rummaging through our stuff and I also hear her open a box. I can only assume she’s getting out the props I keep for team nights. We like to have props sometimes.

Then I see a hand come out of the closet and set down our speaker. That same hand turns it on and some music starts playing.

I immediately recognize the song as take me or leave me from rent.

I love singing that song with her and it is one of my top favorite musicals.

She sticks a leg out and I see that she put on some fishnets and I smile.

Then she steps out and I drag my eyes up her Fran and she’s wearing a cute and sexy outfit but she’s holding a fake microphone and she has a pink wig on that makes me burst out laughing.

“Every single day. I walk down the street. I hear folks say ‘baby’s so sweet’”

I chuckle as she sings the part that I usually sing. Whenever I make nat sing with me I usually take Maureen’s part and she takes Joanne’s but apparently she’s taking it.

“Ever since puberty everybody stares at me boys girls I can’t help it baby. So be kind and don’t lose your mind just remember you’re my baby!”

I smile and start singing the chorus with her

“Take me for what I am who I was meant to be. And if you give a damn take me baby! Or leave me”

She walks around the room and sways her hips to the beat having fun with it. I just smile and admire her. And I sing the part that Joanne has.

When it gets to the bridge, Nat sits on my lap and we go back and forth like Maureen and Joanne do in the musical.

I’m having so much fun and it’s so funny to see her with this pink wig on.

She finishes the song and we both say their parting words in unison.

“Guess I’m leaving. I’m gone”

Then she stands up at takes the wig off. I start clapping a lot and she bows for me and then when she stands up I give her an eyebrow and say

“So…”

She then says

“So?”

I smile and continue

“Are you gonna take me? Or leave me?”

I dramatically throw my head back with my hand on my forehead and she says

“Oh I’m taking you.”

I smile and say

“Chappell roan?”

She gets my reference and says with an affirming tone

“Hot to go”

I smile and say

“Good luck babe because I heard that this one is tough to love”

Then Nat straddles my waist and says

“But when she loves. She loves hard. And the outcome is so worth it”

I smile and pucker my lips for a kiss. I wait patiently but my kiss never comes so my lips form into a pout as I open my eyes to see what could possibly be hindering her from kissing me and she is just staring at me.

Well. Not really at me. It’s more like she’s zoned out so I wave my hand in front of her face and say

“Staring is rude y’know?”

She smiles and copies my earlier statement

“I’m just admiring”

I smile and my cheeks heat up a bit from the feeling I have under her loving gaze.

“I love you Nat. You know that right?”

She smiles and finally kisses me and when she pulls away she says

“You have proven to me that you love me over and over again. Of course I know it.”

I smugly smile and say

“And I’ll keep proving it until it is written on the walls of your heart”

She smiles and kisses me softly.

“I love you too detka. More than you’ll ever know”

I smile and kiss her nose.

“Good because if you ever decide you don’t and you want to leave me then I have pictures of you singing rent and dancing for me”

She scoffs at my sinister smile and says

“Good thing you won’t have to blackmail me with that. And if you ever do I will probably deserve it.”

I smile and we finish the day with lots of cuddles and movies.

As Nat and I are falling asleep in each others arms as our night is closing. I think to myself.

I’m gonna marry her one day

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A/N: I hope you like this one!!!

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[tonyboneysblog]

Hey!! I saw your touya fic and OMGG its so cute 😭 could you write more about being childhood friends with touya? I also couldn’t check your request rules page, it said post not found so sorry if this goes against any of your rules!!

broken arm one shot!

parings: Touya Todoroki x reader

wordcount: 1.3k

notes: I was actually so excited to make this request- ANNON I COULD KISS YOU.

warnings: none!

summary: you got a broke arm everyone wants to sign! but Touya just wants his doodles on it.

At this point in your life, you felt as if you’d experienced all the pain you ever could.

until you older brother decided to push you off your trampoline.

And yeah- maybe your body also decided to fall in a way that broke your arm- but it’s all your brother’s fault!

your mom told him not to be rough, and he was.

he got grounded for as long as you had to be in a cast.

Now the cast specifically could’ve been your favorite part of the whole ordeal- you got to pick out the color.

you chose your favorite of course.

Your mother even drove you to your favorite food place! Maybe this will repay the incoming trauma you’ll have of trampolines.

The first person to sign your cast was your older brother, it’s just said “sorry sis.” and you weren’t in the mood to accept the apology so you scratched it out with the black sharpie your mom lended you.

The second person who signed your cast was the first one you saw when you walked into school.

school kids love singing casts, even if they didn’t know the person.

and you in-fact, did not know half the people who signed your cast.

Then when you finally made your way to your first class with a grin, you got to see your best friend’s reaction.

Touya Todoroki.

You watch his face twist into absolute horror and your smile falters slightly.

Touya taps his fingers against the wooden desk quickly whilst stumbling over his words, “W-what.. how?!”

“Elder bro broke my arm, no biggie.” You shrug- grin returning.

Touya’s mouth stays in an “o” shape as you talk, you really didn’t expect him to be so…upset?

it was only a broken arm.

You sit next to him, he tenses slightly like he always does.

“No biggie? Your arm is broken?!” He says breathlessly.

“psh-it’s barely broken!”

It’s snapped like a fragile stick when your brother pushed you.

Touya smacks his face into his palms with an annoyed groan.

You giggle loudly at Touya’s distress, truly it’s just a broken arm- no biggie.

Touya rises from his hands, looking down at the cast that’s almost filled to the brim with names.

“Where’s the pen?” He questions quietly.

You hum softly after handing the share to him, thought there’s not really enough room for Touya to write anything.

Touya grabs your forearm gently, turning it slowly trying to find the perfect spot to write something.

but there wasn’t enough room.

Touya puffs his cheeks slightly as his brows furrows, “I can’t write anything.”

You remove you arm from Touya’s grasp, seeing if you could find a spot yourself yet you were still unable to.

You sigh softly, “Sorry Touya…”

Touya crossed his arms and huffs, “it’s fine.”

“You can write your name of the next one?”

Touya pokes your bicep, “you’re not breaking your arm again.”

You in turn flick Touya forehead, “I’m not planning on it- the doctor said we’ll have to change it out at some point.”

Touya rubs the spot you flicked softly, his face stuck in a scowl.

“Don’t let anyone write on it before I do then.”

You snicker softly, reaching into your bag with your free hand to grab all of your school supplies.

“Fine-“ you mumble, “I promise, Touya.”

For a moment, you swear you could see Touya’s ears maybe go a little pink.

Could be the pain medicine though…

About a week after that conversation, your cast was requested to be replaced.

It got severely itchy and it felt soft in places- not supposed to be like that.

So your mom called to get it replaced.

The day the did actually get a new cast was on Saturday, a day where you usually don’t see Touya because he’s too concerned with his training.

One time he told you not to even bother calling because he won’t be around to answer the phone.

But you had a promise to fulfill! You don’t care Touya’s training.

Training does him no good anyways, just gives him new burns.

Your hand shakes slightly as you ring the Todorokis home phone.

Of course it rings, and rings…and rings some more.

Maybe you should’ve listened to Touya? Well he has like twenty siblings so at least one of them would answer.

except for baby shoto of course.

But, Mrs. Todoroki comes in clutch anyways! Answering the phone with her soft, sing song voice.

“Hello, This is Rei Todoroki.” She says quietly, almost like a whisper.

Your voice wavers as you speak, “u-uhm is Touya there, perchance?”

Rei stays quiet for a moment until finally speaking again, “he’s home, why?”

“Oh- this is Y/N! I-I wanted him to sign my cast.”

Rei hums, it sounds…excited! Rei must be excited it’s little old you!

“Ah I see, I’ll tell him you’re on your way.” You can practically hear the smile in her voice.

You out on your shoes as fast as you can, which isn’t fast because you only have one working hand.

Then you bike hour way down towards the Todorokis house.

It was a sixteen minute bike but it would be worth it, you’ll keep your promise to Touya no matter what.

And when you finally arrive you knock on the door to see the second oldest, Fuyumi.

You can see the surprise in her eyes when she opens the door to you, “Y/N!- wait I thought you didn’t come on Saturdays?”

You shrug your shoulders and scoot your way through the door.

You hear your feet pat the ground softly as your quickly make your way through the house, looking for that soft tuft of white hair.

Only to find it sitting down in his room.

You wave your hand, “surprise!”

Touya stares at you for a moment before speaking, “mom already told me you were coming.”

“Just pretend.” You groan softly, your small little jazz hands deflating.

Touya drums his fingers softly onto his desk, “why are you here again?”

You pout softly, “Why’re you so mean? I can make Natsuo sign my cast first yknow..”

Touya’s eyebrows raise slightly, “cast?”

“I got a new cast”

Touya extends his hand, reaching for your forearm before you pull away.

“Your design better be so fricking awesome.” Your brows furrowed.

There’s no way you waited a week just to see Touya draw some stupid sun with sunglasses.

“Sit down then.” Touya says sternly.

You sit down onto the soft pillow near the table, waiting patiently for Touya to join.

Touya joins you shortly after, grabbing your forearm and placing the sharpie onto it.

At first he draws a small cat, seems to be just a practice because he continues to draw on your cast.

You can see his tongue poke through his lips in concentration.

When you first hopped on your bike you expected to be at the Todorokis for maybe five minutes at most.

Touyas quite serious about training.

But here you are an hour later, letting Touya draw and doodle all over your cast.

And when he’s done, it covers the entire cast.

How are you supposed to let the cool kids sign your fast now?!

You see Touya puff out his chest slightly, a proud look on his face.

“You like it?” You voice slightly monotone but his face brimming with joy.

Your original cast had all of the popular kids names on it, even the high schools who hung around the school signed it.

It was like a losers trophy- proof that kids actually liked you!

In your heart it’s worth millions of dollars.

Yet, when you look down at Touya simple little doodles.

You can’t help but feel your heart swell.

The original may be worth millions- but Touya’s…

His was priceless in your eyes.

You smile, “It’s perfect, Touya.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello Clan, I was wondering if you could do the glams (including Bonnie and Foxy) and the daycare attendents learning that a worker reader has hearing aids that are usually hidden by their hair or a hat and that the hearing aid has a sticker themed around them, for example: a lightning bolt for Freddy, a checkered flag for Roxy, a cupcake for Chica, a music note or maybe golf clubs for Monty, a bowling pin for Bonnie, a skull for Foxy, a star for Moon, and a cloud for Sun.

I understand if you can't do all of them

No worries! But I couldn't figure out anything for Foxy, sorry-

I did my best research on writing for characters w/ hearing aids, so if there's anything I missed/got wrong I apologize!

......

Glamrock Freddy

He's seen you around the pizzaplex over the past month, although at times he gets confused when you don't respond to his greetings unless he's standing right in front of you.

But he assumes you're just busy and doesn't mind it much.

When you're assigned as his handler to help him keep up with all the events lined up this week (photo-ops, meet and greets, performances, birthdays, etc.), he finally gets to know you on a more personal level.

One evening, you're removing confetti strips and candy wrappers from his stomach hatch (in summary, the pinata's string got caught in the mechanisms during transport and ripped apart when the hatch opened), briefly removing your hat to wipe the sweat from your forehead.

Freddy takes notice of the little devices in/around your ears, and suddenly it all clicks.

"[Y/n], if I may ask...are those your hearing aids?" The curious bear points to his own ears.

"Yep, glad you finally noticed." You chuckled, but he didn't catch your sarcasm.

"My apologies for sounding intrusive. I've just never seen them before."

"Oh you're okay, Freddy. I don't like to make a big deal out of them...unless some guest calls me "deaf" as an insult." You muttered, about to put your hat back on when you notice him still staring at you. "What's up?"

"Are those...blue lightning bolt stickers?" He gasps. "They look just like mine."

"...that's because they are." You smile, turning your head to show him the designs.

His heart is thoroughly touched.

"Aww..you themed them after me? Your favorite bear?" He coos, to which you huff and hide them with your hat.

"Yeah, yeah..I'll admit you're my favorite. Now don't go bragging about it to everyone else."

Roxanne Wolf

Working at the raceway was sometimes sensory hell for you, with your hearing aids constantly absorbing the sounds of noisy karts or screaming kids.

The worst was the construction work.

So you switch them off sometimes when you're busy with a task, as hearing gets tiring--especially in these parts of the pizzaplex.

One day, however, Roxy walked over to ask if you could supervise Cassie's birthday party...only to see you blatantly ignoring her.

She would've been annoyed, had her eyes not seen the aids hidden by your hat/hair.

Oddly enough she never noticed them before...

She just taps your shoulder politely, getting your attention as you turn them back on. "Oh hey, Roxy. What's up?"

She repeats her question, but you still struggle to hear her, so you both go somewhere outside the raceway to talk.

Once you understand what she's asking, you head to the atrium to assist with any final preparations, but along the way she inquires about the aids.

"Oh! There's something I've been meaning to show you." You reveal the checkered flag stickers, surprising the wolf. And you smile at her growing grin. "Yeah, I knew you'd love 'em."

"They're really cool. So I guess you can just..tune out all the ruckus of the raceway whenever you want?"

"It does get overwhelming at times, so yeah..I had them off. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you-"

"Nah, I understand now. But listen, if anyone gives you trouble over them, you let me know. Alright?"

"..I will. Thank you, Roxy."

"Of course. It's the least I can do for my favorite human worker." She chuckles.

Glamrock Chica

The incident where Chica's upgraded voicebox horribly malfunctioned would have surely overloaded your already sensitive hearing.

You were supervising her performance, but at the first sign something was wrong you took your aids out and dodged the chaos that followed, leaving to file an incident report.

As a lead tech, however, you're summoned to run diagnostics on her voicebox in parts and services (as apparently nobody else wanted to do it).

You kept your aids off in case things go awry again, but when Chica wakes up, she's 100% convinced that she broke them and you're angry at her.

She was informed that you use them, though she's never actually seen them.

Plus you were closest to her when it happened. If her voice could damage that many STAFF bots...then surely your aids weren't spared, either.

"Well, Chica..the good news is that we don't have to replace any of your speaking components." You explain, not realizing her sadness at first. "But I recommend you don't sing for a while and stick to the guitar. Just to play it safe."

"Oh, okay....I-I'm sorry....I really am..." She sulks in the chair.

"It's not your fault. I kept telling them not to rush the upgrade, but no one ever listens to-"

"BWAK?!!" Then she jumps, surprised. "You can hear me! I-I didn't break them..?"

"Huh? Oh..no, no, no. They're fine, Chica." You reassure her softly. "They're totally fine. See?"

Taking one aid out, you show her the cupcake sticker you put on it in hopes of cheering her up, watching the relieved smile return to her beak.

Montgomery Gator

If any place in the pizzaplex is loud (besides Roxy's Raceway), it's Gator Golf.

Should the ambience or the bass of Monty's instrument be too noisy for your hearing aids to handle, you can easily take them out or switch them off.

You can always hear his voice given how he talks in general, but if he's speaking directly to you, you'll have to put them back on.

The first time this happens, however, he sees them for a split second before they're hidden by your hat/hair and immediately assumes they're earbuds for music.

In his eyes, you suddenly decided to ignore him and he's not happy.

"So that's how it is, huh?" He snarls, already being in a bad mood as is. "I ain't fun to talk to anymore? You'd rather listen to your stupid human music than mine!?"

"Monty, what on earth are you talking about?" You blink in bewilderment. His hostility usually didn't come out of nowhere like this. "I don't have any music in-"

"Then what didja just stick in your ears?!" He points, glaring at you over his glasses.

"..my hearing aids?"

There's a long, awkward pause.

"...y'know, the things that let me hear you?"

"Ohhh..that's what they are? How long have ya had those for?"

"Most of my life." You smile apologetically, seeing him fumble and backtrack whatever he said before. "It's okay, Monty. I should've told you about them before....you wanna see something cool?"

Showing him your aids, he sees the golf club stickers on them and grins, no longer as grumpy as before. "Awh yeah!! Wait....did ya put those there 'cuz you like golf..or me?"

"I chose this design because of you, big guy." You chuckle.

Glamrock Bonnie

You were Bonnie's main handler, so you two have spent nearly every moment of your shift together.

He's been aware of your hearing aids since day one, complimenting the cute little bowling pin stickers you plastered on them and chastising any person who gave you a hard time about wearing them.

Sadly you never got closure on what exactly happened after he went "missing"...only to discover his shattered body stowed behind Bonnie Bowl months later.

He had claw marks inconsistent with what Monty's hands could have possibly done (not that you believed the gator was ever guilty of attacking him despite the rumors).

You fought tooth and nail to get approval from management to repair him, working tirelessly in parts and services--even doing overtime just to bring him back.

When Bonnie finally reactivated after weeks of trial and error, he nearly looked good as new.

Except...he doesn't remember you, and there's corruption in his memory files from the night he left his green room and went into Gator Golf.

He insists he was following somebody's orders, but can't specify anything beyond that.

"I'm sorry..I'm not much help, am I?"

"No, but...I suppose you should know that Monty's taken your place in the band in your absence." You regrettably inform him, seeing how sad he looks. "But if it's any help...you're still my favorite."

Taking off your hat, you show him the now faded bowling pin stickers that remained on your aids, and he stares for a while.

Then you see his eyes flicker with recognition as a smile grows on his face.

"[Y/n]...thank goodness you're still here! I-Is Freddy okay?"

Sun

He's definitely had deaf kids (both with and without hearing aids) come into the daycare, and he tries his best to give them a fun and accommodating experience during their stay.

So right off the bat, he knows you wear aids and often tries communicating with you in sign language.

Whether you're well-versed in that or still learning, you appreciate his efforts.

But you sometimes have to remind him that you can still talk to him as you normally would.

You show him the stickers on your aids--a cloud covering a sun, to be more precise--and he's totally ecstatic.

And I mean "jumping up and down cheering" ecstatic bc now he knows you picked those stickers because of him!! Because he's your favorite!!

Physically he's there but mentally he's the "yippee" autism creature

Sometimes you gotta lower the volume on your aids with how loud he accidentally can be, and he notices this fast.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!! So sorry!!" He fumbles. "Can I add something to the stickers maybe??? Googly eyes??? Glitter glue to make them shimmer and shine???"

"Thank you, Sun..but they're fine this way." You insist. "I don't want any glue dripping into my ears."

"Right! O-Of course!! We wouldn't want that now, would we? No glitter glue going into your brain!!"

Moon

The lunar animatronic, on the other hand, takes a bit longer to notice your hearing aids (considering how dark the daycare gets during the night cycle, he doesn't notice much).

When he does, he'll ask you some questions.

Like how long you've had them, how well they tune out background noise, etc.

It's all out of genuine curiosity, and you tell him whatever you knew, taking one of the aids out to show it to him.

And only then he examines the star-shaped stickers on them, staring for a while.

At first he automatically assumes they're themed after one of the Glamrocks...until you mentioned how similar they are to the stars on his hat and pants.

Finally, the gears in his mind click together.

"So you're saying....my outfit inspired you when you picked out these stickers?"

"Yep."

"How sweet of you, [y/n]...they look very nice. Glad I could be your muse." He snickers.

You never see it, but he's gonna be gushing over this every time you're working in the daycare now.

None of your coworkers paid any mind to Moon. They usually called him creepy or avoid conversing with him should they absolutely have to cross paths.

But you go out of your way to see him whenever possible; and the stickers are just a subtle yet sweet way of reminding him that he's always gonna be your favorite.

[anystalker707]

don't let me go

Pairing: Sam Monroe x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: he confesses his feelings to you, but he's a lot softer than you thought Tags: comfort / he's puppy coded (normal) / he's also whiny (normal) / giving him a piercing, but it's brief / he cries a lot a/n: self-indulgent fic, and @sw33tsuccubus wanted to read it <3

MASTER LIST

The tips of my fingers felt something between numbness and a stinging pain while I pressed the ice cube wrapped up in a gauze over Sam’s eyebrow until he sighed, staring at me.

“It’s enough,” he said with that bad humor of always.

“If you keep being annoying like that, I’ll never do you another favor,” I sighed as well, putting the ice cube inside an empty glass on the nightstand, but he didn’t seem unsatisfied, snickering.

“You know very well that you will, independent of how ‘annoying’ I am,” Sam continued, following the needle with his eyes.

I shook my head. “Wanna test?” And he didn’t have time to answer, his words being replaced by a hiss the moment the needle pierced his skin, going in under his eyebrow and reappearing a few millimeters above it. “Done,” I said, carefully putting the barbell in the needle’s place and cleaning the area around the new perforation with a humid piece of cotton.

It sounded like Sam had been holding his breath for a while, exhaling heavily while letting his head hang, forehead pressed to my shoulder, while I discarded the needle and the cotton in the glass, with the ice. It wasn’t safe or anything, but it was what we could do when Sam had no money on him.

“Let me see.” I pulled away a little, just enough to look at his face, watching his cheeks, normally pale, now slightly flushed.

Sam tried to arch an eyebrow but suppressed the movement whilst grabbing a small mirror from the bedside table and taking a brief look at his new piercing. “It’s good.” He looked at me again, moving to sit on my lap, straddling it, and kissed me on the forehead. Curious. I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” I said, nodding, giving him a light tap on the thigh. He had a few tears in his eyes. I wiped one away before it fell from his eye and ruined his eyeliner.

The new piercing suited him very well, overall. Something that had been missing. Silver was a color that really complemented him—it was on the chains that hung from his neck and over the worn-out band shirts, and also on the ones that fell from his belts that were practically useless on the large pants that were always low enough to show the hem of his boxers and the circumference of his hips. The silver of his earrings and the labret under his plump lip contrasted fantastically with the black eyeliner, same color as his short air, save for the blue strand.

“It hurt like a bitch,” he muttered with a sigh.

“Well, I told you that I’m not exactly a professional or something,” I chuckled. “But it’s not crooked or bad. You just gotta care for it now. I’d give it a little kiss to make it better, but I don’t want it to get infected,” I chuckled again.

Sam clearly wanted to laugh, but he masked the laughter with a scoff and gave my shoulder a light pat. “Stop being stupid,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes, and he was so beautiful like that. I would’ve kissed those plump lips if I could. I didn’t remember the last time I’d seen someone that beautiful. He adjusted his position on my lap to make it more comfortable for us, almost resting his head on my shoulder again before he looked me in the eyes. “Can I ask you something?”

The question was useless, really. Sam already knew a lot of personal things and could practically ask about anything, but I only nodded, muttering in agreement. My hand hovered over his thigh, tracing the logo of a band patch he’d sewn there. Very poorly.

The silence made me look at his face again, and Sam poked his labret with the tip of his tongue, his cheeks still flushed. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally exhaling and speaking up, his voice trembling slightly. “What do you think of me?”

It was hard to tell, even harder to act as if I weren’t a deer caught in headlights—a situation that only existed inside my mind, worst of all. I sighed, shaking my head. Sam was so many things. Why did he need to know that?

“Ah, dunno. You’re one of the coolest people I know.” I paused to think. “You have a great style. Smart. Cute, too. I didn’t think I’d have the patience to be friends with you, but we hit it off pretty well.” We had different backgrounds, obstacles, but it never seemed to be much of an issue. “I like you a lot, as a person, y’know.”

A crease appeared between Sam’s eyebrows until he slowly averted his gaze and pressed his lips together. “Cute? Really?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re like a puppy, sometimes. In a good sense, of course.” I shrugged lightly and leaned back against the headboard.

Sam bit his bottom lip, playing with his labret again, a loose thread of his jeans between his fingers. It wasn’t really possible to identify the expression on his face, but there was an air of annoyance. Maybe. “A puppy? I think you already called me something like that when we first met.”

I smiled. “Yeah, of course.” I hooked my finger around the ring of the black collar that involved his neck and tugged lightly, noticing the light hitch in his breath.

“For fuck’s sake, if you keep doing that all the time, I’ll go insane!” Sam’s eyes widened while he took my wrist and lowered my hand, but he still held it, between us.

“Poor thing,” I chuckled, shaking my head. Sam’s hand was warm and kinda soft. His rings were pretty silver bands, darkened through time, around bony fingers, suiting him well.

Despite grumbling, Sam didn’t say anything. His attention was in tracing my knuckles with his thumb. I didn’t like the silence hovering between us. I wanted to hear his voice more.

“Why did you want to know what I think of you? Afraid that I secretly hate you or something?” I smiled, observing our hands. “If that’s really the reason, I’m just kidding. I also feel like people secretly hate me, sometimes, so I’m not judging.”

Sam chuckled in disbelief and shook his head. “No,” he said, gulping. “It’s not that. It’s just… Dunno, I like knowing what you think about me.”

My heart fluttered in my chest. “Fair.” I sighed. “Does your piercing hurt?”

Without looking up, Sam squeezed my hand lightly, taking a while to answer. “Uh?” His blue eyes finally met mine. “Ah, it’s not that bad, only sore.” He moved his eyebrow lightly and clearly regretted it. It was a little swollen already.

I only nodded. Of course, he knew how to deal with that, with all the piercings he already had. His hand squeezed mine lightly again while he adjusted his position on my lap.

“Another question.”

“Shoot,” I said.

“Hypothetically,” Sam started, “if a person has been secretly in love with someone else. For years. Should they confess?”

I sighed. It was a difficult topic. I leaned back against the headboard once more, leaning my head back against it, and shrugged. “Is it better to speak or to die?” I had heard that somewhere.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like a threat,” he chuckled, playing with his rings, transferring one from his hand to mine. “So, what you’re saying is that it’s better to speak?”

I breathed a chuckle. “Ah, yeah. Totally a threat. If you don’t confess, someone will show up and stab you. And it counts for everyone.”

And Sam chuckled, too, seeming calmer now. He rolled his eyes, smirking. “No need to threaten like that. I don’t have a deathwish,” he joked and paused. “You’re avoiding the question.”

I sighed again, avoiding his gaze for a moment, drumming my fingers against his thigh. “I know. Like, it’s just that I don’t know. I’m one to suffer in silence. I don’t want to tell someone to confess and be hypocritical.”

Sam took a moment to answer, seeming to ponder what I said, pouting. “Hypocritical,” he accused in a whisper, squeezing my hand.

I chuckled, nodding. “I am.”

“A coward,” he insisted, with a smirk.

“I am,” I agreed again. “I’d rather die.”

Sam asked me if I really loved someone intensely enough to prefer dying with my feelings to confessing and having them rejected, but how could I not? People are infatuating, and I had an aching heart. I had a whole universe inside me. I felt too much, saw too much, heard too much, and everything just for because I was breathing and being alive. Anyhow, I could and wanted to love that intensely.

His next doubt was about why I wouldn’t confess if I loved people that much, but feeling too much is a double-edged sword. Too much love also meant too much sadness, and letting the love fade away seemed easier than reconstructing myself again and again after every wreckage.

Sam seemed angsty, brows furrowed, and lips pressed together while he held my hand tightly, as if afraid of something. “You say pretty things.”

I chuckled. “They’re just messy words.”

“Don’t talk like that. It’s not messy…” Sam said, seeming like he was going to add to it, but nothing ever came, so I just kept in silence for a moment, looking into those beautiful blue eyes, playing with his fingers between mine.

“Well,” I broke the silence, my shoulders dropping while I smiled, “if you say so…”

A hint of despair flickered in Sam’s eyes, but I didn’t really know what to do with that. What kind of despair was that? What if I scared him? His hand shifted against mine, still holding it.

“You can’t just sit there, being poetic and holding my hand, and expect me to answer so eloquently,” Sam murmured with a pout.

I shook my head. “I only expect you to be yourself.” I squeezed his hand.

A lot of things seemed to be going on inside his head, and I asked myself why. I liked making someone like Sam—all sulky and tough—turn into a mess with me, even if that occasionally gave me a sense of guilt.

Sam gulped. “You’re making this hard for me.”

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity and a bit of surprise. “Huh? Hard? What for? Why?” I tilted my head to look at him in the eyes as his gaze fell again.

“You keep saying that poetic and romantic stuff,” Sam said sharply. “And I’m just sitting here, wanting to tell you something, but I’m afraid you’ll rip my heart out.”

I widened my eyes a little and chuckled but in disbelief. “Rip your heart out?” I scoffed. “Why would you expect that from me?”

Sam contained himself, grumbling. A faint pain spread through my hand, given the way his nails sank into my skin. “I’m being serious, and this is not funny,” he said, trying to keep his voice firm and steady. “So stop mocking me.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “I’m not mocking you,” I tried to keep my voice soft, in contrast. “I’m trying to understand you.”

His face got redder each time. Was he that angry or annoyed? His eyes scanned my face, looking for something that I didn’t know what to be. He was panting a little. “Promise not to laugh?”

The question was childish, but I wouldn’t make things even more complicated now. “I’d never laugh at something that’s serious for you,” I said, trying to seem casual, shrugging, however, my heart hammered in my chest as I gently caressed his hand.

Nodding short and fast, Sam exhaled, humming. “Okay. You can’t laugh, alright… I’m being serious,” he said, straightening his posture and taking a deep breath.

I nodded. I had to keep calm. Be patient. “I won’t laugh. I won’t get angry. I won’t distance myself,” I reassured, holding his hand between mine.

“You won’t hate me?’

“I’d never hate you.” I smiled. “The sooner you say it, the easier it’ll be. It gets harder the more you overthink.”

Sam huffed. “You’ll say something mean after this. Gonna tell me off.”

“No, Sam, it’s clearly a sensitive topic,” I said and paused, taking a deep breath. Keep calm. “Of course, I won’t say or do anything mean. I want to know what’s going on and help you. If you want it, that is. Maybe just listen. I’ll continue here, anyway.” I made an effort to look at him in the eyes the whole time.

Sam seemed a little more desperate, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down. For a moment, I thought he would faint, but he kept sitting there, on my lap, holding my hand, breathing shakily. “I’m in love. With you.” He whimpered, eyes glassy.

My heart skipped a beat. Everything stopped. I looked at him in disbelief. Did I hear it wrong? “Huh, in love with me?” I repeated, like a fool. “You don’t have to cry about it,” I whispered, wiping a tear away before it ran down his face and ruined his eyeliner. He almost trembled in stress.

For some reason, Sam furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “Stop with that! Stop being so patient!”

My mind blanked for a moment. Why wouldn’t I be patient with him? What else did he expect? I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Sam closer. “What’s it, Sam? What’s wrong?” I wiped a few tears away from his face but didn’t stop him from crying his feelings out. It was a rare occurrence, and it seemed to be exactly what he needed, practically melting into my arms.

Sam clung to me as if he depended on it, hiding his face in my shoulder. His shoulders started to shudder, and he sobbed. “Why are you acting like that?” He sounded angry.

“Like what?” I almost scoffed. I don’t know how he wanted me to act. Maybe say something mean, laugh, reject him, or distance myself, as he feared, but as he was used to. Not a lot of people genuinely liked him. “I’m taking care of you. Am I supposed to stop?” I rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him.

He whined and sobbed again, arms tightening around me. “No. Don’t stop,” Sam said quietly, voice muffled against my shoulder, and I exhaled in relief, despite not understanding everything.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” I whispered.

Sam seemed to be falling apart while crying and sobbing, clinging, and squeezing me. His face was hot against my neck, making it humid with the tears and heavy breathing, but it was irrelevant. I held him close and squeezed him back, letting him cry out all he needed to and enjoying his presence. I pressed my nose against his hair and closed my eyes momentarily.

Slowly, his sobs were replaced by light whimpering and shallow breathing, and his face wasn’t so close to my neck anymore, though he still held me strongly. The tears were drying, the silence growing louder. “Please,” Sam whispered. His breath tickled my neck. “Don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.” I kissed his temple, letting my lips linger against his damp skin. He closed his eyes. Made a quiet, needy sound.

“I can’t handle you being that caring with me. Fuck.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Why, my love?”

Sam tensed up again, his eyes filling with tears once more, as he held me tighter. He took a while to answer. “Makes me want to kiss you.”

A chuckle escaped my lips easily. “Then let’s kiss. What’s stopping us?”

A look of disbelief took over his face as he pulled away, just enough to look me in the eyes properly, with his eyeliner all smudged. He seemed smaller like that. Fragile. “Kiss me.”

And it didn’t take me a lot to do that. It was like a dream becoming true, making my body tingle when I felt his lips against mine, and I cupped his cheek, caressing it lightly. His skin was still hot. I finally felt the sensation of kissing those plump lips. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, and I wanted it to last for another, but our lungs objected.

The cold air substituted Sam’s hot breathing against my face when we pulled away. I tried to clean away a little of the smudged eyeliner with my thumb while he looked at me with a mix of emotions, with passion, disbelief, anxiety. It was like he was in a daze.

“Everything alright?” I looked at him in the eyes, watching him glance at my lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam mumbled. His hands were closed tightly around my shirt.

I smiled. “My boy,” I mumbled with a peck against his lips, and it seemed like Sam would fall apart in my arms at any moment. It was hard to see him like that, all needy and shy, but I liked it. So lovely.

Sam wrapped his arms around my neck, holding firmly, taking deep breaths to slowly calm himself down. “Don’t let me go, okay?”

“Of course not,” I chuckled and pecked his lips again. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Is that okay?” I kept giving him little pecks, trying to find out how much I could make him melt just with that, rubbing his sides.

His lips curled up in a shy smile while he nodded. “Say it again.”

“I am yours,” I repeated and kissed him, letting it last a little longer, “and you’re mine.”

Sam almost whimpered. We couldn't possibly get closer to each other, but it didn’t keep him from trying, wrapping his legs around my waist. “Hold me tighter.”

If I held him as tightly as I wanted, maybe I’d break Sam, so I held back, nuzzling his nose before kissing him again and again. “Mine, all mine,” I whispered. I had waited for too much time to say that.

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

mclaren masterlist : masterlist

New Addition

Lando Norris x OC Inspired by Mclaren surprising Lando with the puppies! I've had this in the drafts for a while, but was lacking a lot of writing drive lately, so we'll see if this gets me back into the groove!

The week began as they always do when we're just beginning the summer break.

Lan and I, lazying about the condo in the morning, simply enjoying each others company, before he is called off to MTC and I hop online for my asynchronis classwork.

It's our routine that I love so much, no matter how chaotic, before we take off on whatever adventures he has planned for us for the next few weeks.

Today was different though.

I spent the morning sick as a sailor, Lan holding my hair back and wiping my forehead with a damp towel. That is, until he had to go in to the MTC for a filming session, one he had convinced the uppers to allow Max to film for a Quadrant day in the life. His hesitance was written all over his face, but with a bit of convincing and the promise that I would invite a friend over, I was able to coax him out the door.

"It sounds like you've had a long morning," Kelly sighs with a frown, sitting across from me. When I had called her up, she and P were more than happy to come keep me company. There may be nearly twelve years between us, but from the moment Max and Lando introduced the two of us, it was easy to bring Kelly into my life as the elder sister I so dearly wished for as a child. And now she's here, her daughter's head fast asleep on my lap as I card my fingers through her hair.

"It's just that I am so rarely sick that to be this sick is more annoying than anything," I try to explain, "We're supposed to leave to travel with Martin in a week and I just can't keep being ill, my least favorite thing in life is feeling like I'm not up to my usual speed."

Kelly's eyes light up a bit, glazing over in a look of recognition. "Have you had any other weird symptoms lately? Anything you should keep in mind if you call the doctor?"

"Just some extra tenderness and I've been exhausted, but it's been a long few weeks with the double header and triple header nearly back to back," Its an explanation, one all of the girlfriends have discussed while sipping drinks over the weekends away.

The older of the two can't help but smile, "Dahlia, how about we run to the corner store and see about a test or two?"

A test? A test!

Oh my God.

"Baby? It's me!" Lan's smooth voice follows click of the door. He's always so loud while out and about, but home, with me, he's so soft.

It's why he's so good with kids at the track.

With Leo and Roscoe and Simba.

With me.

"In the kitchen, love!" In the kitchen with a bag that will change everything.

And there's a yip. A tiny little bark that has my brows furrowing and thoughts leaving my head.

"Lan? What was that noise?" Feet tapping against the ground, I can hear his approach as I step away from the cutting board, the yipping sound continuing. "Okay Lan honestly, what is that-"

It's his rounding the corner that cuts off the all the thoughts that have been spiraling through my head since Kelly, P and I took our little adventure.

He has a dog. In his arms. A little one that is squirming every which way, a collar the color of his race suit around its neck.

Lan has a hesitant smile, the same one he had when he asked me out way back when, and the same one I wasn't expecting to see today. "Surprise?"

My hands find him hips with little thought, staring him down. "Lando Norris, why do you have a dog?"

"I was hoping she could be the newest member of our family?" Oh he's in for something else in a minute or two.

She's is adorable, all happy and squirmy as she rests in whats basically the size of Lan's palm. It's why I move towards him, taking the little thing into my arms and letting her lap at me. "Where did you even find her?"

"Mclaren promo video for a shelter, I spent the morning with dogs and she just really seemed to like me! Stayed in my lap the whole time! So I couldn't just let her be taken back when I knew we could offer her a home!" He's stepping closer, breathe gently fanning over my head as he scratches the pups, his eyes meeting my own with a softness I wasn't expecting. "I know I can't commit to a real kid for a few years, but I was thinking that she could take that place in the mean time."

"About that-" I begin, knowing now is the only right time to mention it. "You know how I was throwing up all morning? And for the last few weeks?"

Theres a spark, the light recognition of an idea in his head, but all he does is nod.

"Well, I had Kelly and P over today while you were out, and we got talking as we do, and she suggested that I take a test."

"A test?" He's piecing this all together.

"A pregnancy test."

"And?" Tears are pooling in his eyes, and while we've discussed kids, we've never discussed the possibility of kids this early, while he's at the peak of his career. "You can't just leave me on a cliff hanger like that, Babe."

"What do you want the answer to be?"

"Babe," This may be the one time in Lando's life that he's stern out of bed.

"It was positive."

There's a pause, the longest of my life, if it wasn't for the fact it was only mere seconds before his arms are wrapped around me, nearly crushing the puppy between us who's only thought is to continue yipping happily. "Lan, baby, I'm going to need something verbal here."

His eyes are meeting mine again, tears trailing down his cheeks as his million dollar smile shines. His hands are still planted on my hips, keeping us close. "You could not have said anything to make me happier than I am right now," and there's so much emotion behind each and every word that I can't help but begin to cry as well. "We're having a baby!"

I can't help but giggle at his joy, "We are! And we have a puppy!"

His lips meet mine, before coming down and meeting the dogs head, nearly bouncing out of his skin. "This is perfect babe, we'll be able to train her and by the time baby Norris is born she'll be ready to be her best friend!"

"Her?"

"I'm calling it now," He states as if it's a matter of fact, curls bopping on his head as he moves. Our lips meet once more, smiles making it awkward like our teenage years, but with so much joy it feels infectious. "Oh my God I need to call Carlos!"

"You what?" There is no way Carlos is the one on his mind right now.

"I have to tell him that Pinon has a new friend! And I'm going to be a dad! He can stop making jokes about me being a child!" He may just be more enthusiastic about this than the baby or the dog. But he's Lando, and I'll give him a time for it later, because seeing him this enthusiastic is a sight too good to miss.