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darsynia · 7 months ago

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Banana (Steve/f!Reader)

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST | Ro Roll

Summary: Steve unexpectedly stayed over, and you want to make him the best breakfast ever.

Length/Warnings: 1,700 words | sexual contact

It's your ACTUAL BIRTHDAY @ronearoundblindly!! For banaNA, the delicious centerpiece of my 7 Ro Roll stories, we've got an established relationship morning interlude of teeth-rotting fluff. Enjoy!!

Excerpt:

Steve sets his fork carefully onto his plate, lifting up his napkin to wipe his mouth. The look in his eyes is warm. “You’re hoping I stay over more often?”

Two months ago you’d have worried that was some kind of relationship test.

One month ago you would have been scared to admit how much you think about sex with him.

Today you say, “Yes, I am.”

Loving Steve Rogers has made you more confident, and someday you’ll tell him that.

Banana

You really hadn’t expected your boyfriend to sleep over. It wasn’t the traditional date where you dress up in something beautiful and eat out at a ritzy restaurant, then come home and undress to experience something beautiful. It was the kind where he comes by with takeout and the two of you watch movies until you both fall asleep on the couch.

Still, you’d like to make the morning intentionally special for Steve.

You can’t ask him what he likes for breakfast while he's in the shower, but you're sure he has a metabolism-stimulating plate of protein every morning, looking like that. After assessing what's in the fridge, you make the decision to go all-out. He’d been used to mess hall communal meals back in the army, right? Plus, there's a kitchen in the Compound, so he probably makes his own breakfast. You lose a few minutes just picturing that.

Ten minutes later you’ve made him a plate with two kinds of eggs, sausage patties, buttered toast, and a little cup of sliced strawberries. The glass of orange juice ended up using the rest of the carton, but you can always buy more.

You wait with bated breath with your own breakfast, a generous bowl of oatmeal with your favorite fruits garnished with brown sugar. Steve doesn’t need to know those were the only eggs, nor that you made him the last of your sausage.

“Wow that smells great, are you setting up your crock pot or something?” he calls out from the hallway. You grin, excited for the surprise. Soon he’s coming into the kitchen, still drying his hair off with one of your towels. He smells amazing, and everything about the moment is exactly what you’ve always wanted.

Except… he looks uncomfortable.

“Please tell me you’re not allergic to eggs,” you fret.

“Oh, those are for me?”

“Well, yeah, look at the size of the plate! I guess if you want the oatmeal…”

He’s walking into the wide kitchen doorway, disappearing behind the wall for a moment (during which your mind races, thinking of all the things you could have done wrong. Does he dislike pepper? Allergic to citrus? What if he hates sausage? Why did you think this is a good idea!?).

“Are you okay?”

Steve’s got a banana in his hand, along with a fork, knife, and spoon. “Together, we’re a table setting,” he jokes, holding them up.

You almost facepalm-- you’d completely forgotten silverware. “Thanks.”

After the eggs and fruit are gone (accompanied by many enjoyment noises that punctuate your discussion of baseball), he points at the empty bowl of strawberries with a neatly-sliced piece of sausage on the end of his fork.

“You should know, I usually only eat a banana or some sliced fruit like this for breakfast, but this is delicious. Thank you.”

You conjure up the least embarrassed smile you can manage, but inside you wonder whether his honesty is warring with his sense of politeness.

“You’re asking yourself if I’d lie to make you happy, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Guilty,” you sigh. “I’m glad you said something before I made this mistake multiple times in the future.”

Steve sets his fork carefully onto his plate, lifting up his napkin to wipe his mouth. The look in his eyes is warm. “You’re hoping I stay over more often?”

Two months ago you’d have worried that was some kind of relationship test.

One month ago you would have been scared to admit how much you think about sex with him.

Today you say, “Yes, I am.”

Loving Steve Rogers has made you more confident, and someday you’ll tell him that.

He stands, coming over to take your hand and draw you solicitously up to your feet for a sweet, brief kiss. Steve's expression turns more serious, and he looks you right in your eyes.

“I’m hungry.”

You cannot be reading him right. It’s wishful thinking.

“There’s still that bana--”

Steve interrupts you with another kiss. It’s full of passion--a rough hand at your hip, thumb caressing your cheek, teeth scraping out of desperate sloppiness. The man is wrecking your mental health, but you’re right there with him, slowly filling up with heated liquor at every swipe of his tongue. He lifts his head and smiles gently, his lips twitching for a few seconds before he leans his head back and laughs.

Two months ago you would have thought he was laughing at you.

One month ago you’d have nervously played along in confusion.

Now you shove at his shoulder in mock frustration. “Out with it!”

“I can’t pull off that line, I’m sorry! I did my best,” he confesses sheepishly. “I woke up in the middle of the night on the couch with you asleep on my chest and texted Clint about what to do.”

“Oh, God,” you say, trying valiantly to hold back a giggle. “Why Clint?”

He backs up into the kitchen with his hands held up defensively. “I thought I could trust him! I figured Natasha would give me… questionable advice,” Steve says, “--and neither of us wanted me to ask Tony.”

“Oh, God,” you say again, this time in actual dismay.

“Exactly.” He pulls out one of your leftover containers and its matching lid, and holds them up.

He looks so good in his tight pants and form-fitting t-shirt that you gather up all of your Steve-loves-me courage.

“I thought you were hungry?” you say impudently, walking over and taking them out of his hands to set on the counter. Sliding your arms up around his neck, you kiss him with as much fervor as the kiss just minutes ago, letting your hands roam into his hair, down over his arm muscles, and finally to your goal, his waistband. Because you want his full permission before you do anything further, you mouth your way from his lips to his jaw, so he can say something if he needs to. If his enthusiastic participation in the kiss so far is any indication, though, there’s hope he’s up for it.

You circle the button of his pants with your thumb, slipping your fingers past his waistband. He hasn’t put on a belt yet, and there’s something intimate about it that’s beyond anything sexual, like he trusts himself to be not fully put-together around you. Falling asleep on the couch with you is one of those kind of things, too.

Steve whispers your name in a hoarse voice that’s rich with desire.

“Yes?” you question, hoping you’re not pushing too much.

“Yes.”

Arching up to give him a kiss, you release the button and push the zipper down slowly, as much a caress against his groin as anything else. Steve throws a hand out to the side, and you feel a surge of excitement to think he’s so enthusiastic already.

“Here,” he says, throwing the towel that usually hangs from the oven on the floor at his feet, eyes full of amused apology. “Believe me, I’ll want to hold on.”

It’s so Steve Rogers to worry about your knees.

There’s nothing you can say that won’t sound terribly gauche or overeager, so you kiss his chest and pull his pants down to his feet, kneeling as you go. You look up at him, holding eye contact as you tug down his boxer briefs--but you don’t have the bravery to keep his gaze for your first taste.

Steve’s holding himself rigidly still, but you can feel his leg muscles tighten up even more when you take him into your mouth. It’s validating as hell. You pull back, sucking, loving the feel of him, warm and vibrant and wanting you.

At that point you let yourself bliss out, eyes closed and fully attuned to him. When he makes a guttural little sound of need after you do something, you add it to the rotation, and when he starts to rock his hips forward, you quicken your pace. Everything is perfect; the crease of the towel digging into your knees, the taste of precum in your mouth, the searing ache between your legs, and most of all, how alive Steve is under your tongue, against your hands, in your throat.

“Ahhhhh,” he groans, and slams a hand onto the counter. You realize you’d hummed in happiness, and god, he’d loved that. You let out a little moan of pleasure of your own at the thought of just how wet you’ve got to be by now.

As a reward for you both, you hum again.

That sends him, starting a glorious chaos of holding on and taking it all in. When Steve reaches down and flails at your hair and shoulder, you let him pull you up and into his arms. Steve holds you tight to his chest, right each there against the counter with his pants around his ankles, each of you pulling as much oxygen and approval into your bodies as you can.

He pets your head and leans down. “Want to know what Clint said to tell you if the first line worked?”

Two months ago you were sure you weren't good enough for him and it could never last.

One month ago you’d have worried this levity was a sign you'd done a bad job.

Now, you glare up at him in utter adoration.

“If it’s something about being barefoot in the kitchen, Rogers, I’m going to go to the bedroom and finish by myself.”

“Never mind,” he says, moving sideways just long enough to get a hand on his pants to tug them up. He does the button but not the zipper, then picks you up, heading into the hallway. At the doorway to your bedroom, Steve fucking Rogers looks down at you with a loving expression and says, “Don’t worry. I’d never leave you behind.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #fluff #established relationship #captain america x f!reader #captain america x reader #captain america #steve rogers #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #captain america x you

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irlcats-bracket · 2 years ago

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Bracket 2 Round 2 Poll 1

Alucard & Ezekiel vs Summer

second post with propaganda (alucard and summer)

ALUCARD

he's orange, steals food if you're too slow to protect it, and he is full of love for his mommy and his mommy alone. alucard also loves to sing and feels like he's full of pudding.

PROPAGANDA

ALUCARD PROPAGANDA !!!

blep ^

behold my son............

more alu propaganda and fun facts!

he once ate his way through an entire pizza box solely to eat the cheese off of it! he has also ripped into a bag of doritos and cereal solely because he is a gremlin. we cant have ANY food outside of a bin or cabinet or he will find it and eat it. he can also open doors ???

he has two favorite places to sleep! one is that crappy basket on the right that i wove for a college class. the other is a cardboard house that his butt has nearly ripped in half!

despite being the younger brother, he's the more dominant one! he tries act like hes all tough when it comes to simon but its a hard facade to keep up when he keeps play-tackling alucard! they still love each other though; hence the spooning. it always makes us happy when they sleep together <3

whenever my fiance leaves the bed, alucard immediately gets up and runs to his spot. it feels like hes always just waiting for him to get up so he can come and spoon me

these photos are also making me consider if hes a shapeshifter because why does he look different in every picture

alucard is also a WORLD CLASS WRESTLER . he may be on the ground, but he knows exactly what hes doing. i dont think him and simon should be in the same weight class though 😳

these pictures are mostly just funny to me. whenever we're watching tv and he wants attention, he sits on top of our fLAT SCREEN TV??? he does this all the time and i ??? i dont know why

he also does pull-ups on the oven door apparently. it was off and nothing was hot; he just wanted the food smh.

EZEKIEL

His birthday is April Fools Day and that could not be more fitting. Despite being a little old man at 12 (almost 13!) years of age, he’s still very playful, energetic and affectionate. He regularly wakes submitter up because he wants cuddles. He also likes to play fetch and steal salty snacks.

PROPAGANDA

Propaganda for my baby boy, Ezekiel (he is not a baby, he is 13)

The last photo is from one of the many times he’s climbed between the couch and the wall so he can jump up and scare my brother

He’s a very good boy who comforts me during anxiety attacks. My family and I call him Ezie for short and he isn’t afraid of anything, be it fireworks, thunderstorms or vacuum cleaners. Other nicknames include “stinky old man,”“sneezy,” and “cheese weasel.” Because he also likes to steal cheese. He will take it right off your sandwich.

SUMMER

She’s a Siberian, and she’s submitter's emotional support animal she’s such a good baby and they would kill for her! She has a whole host of chronic health issues but she’s handling it like a trooper. Beloved by all friends family and vet staff she deserves the world!!

PROPAGANA

propaganda post 2

#polls #cat #cats #catfight two #catfight two round two #fun fact i've hit the image limit #if they all tie too i'll have to start doing separate propaganda sequel posts and linking them there #actually no i have to do that NOW #okay did that #holy shit

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yfmconfessions2 · 10 months ago

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ALRIGHT AS I SAID HEADCANONS COMIN IN!!!! Most of them are bout Puff, but i included the others aswell!<3

- Puff LOVES eating toffee candies. Like he will devour them and then feel nauseous, like with eating chocolate

-He gets called "Reeses Puff" by the bandmates and it PISSES HIM OFF.

-He once drove when he was drunk and nearly ran over an old lady, turns out he nearly killed his grandma and since then he never drove drunk again.

-Puff has sever stomach problems but doesn't give a crap and will eat anything spicy or greasy, then cry like a little bitch that his stomach hurts. (projectinghereCOUGH)

-He absolutely trolls kids on roblox with Axel and then they both get banned for MONTHS.

-Benatar buys alot of silver and gold jewelry (like rings or necklaces) for Deejay and he absolutely adores it.

-Puff and Benatar can both scream really LOUD like theyre in a horror movie, and when they feel like it, they sneak up on Axel and Deejay and do those exact screams and those poor boys both shit their pants meanwhile Ben and Puff just laugh at their reactions.

-They all have a love-hate relationship when theyre drunk. Like they will literally insult eachothers bloodlines and then cuddle up with eachother like nothing happened.

- Axel and Benatar met in music class during high school, i just know it. Like Axel was flexing some stuff on the drums and Benatar just looked at him and smiled a bit, then they both met up after class and talked a bit. Puff and Deejay knew eachother since they were kids, they met on a playground, Puff was alone cause his mom didnt go with him, and he was kinda sad cause he was playing by himself, so Deejay started talking with him, and they became buddies.

-They all blast random loud ass music while theyre driving and open their windows for people to hear. And if anyone yells at them they just honk, turn the volume up even more and drive off.

-Axel LOVES building legos, but he cant always figure it out so Benatar helps him out.

-Puff drinks tea with 20 spoons of sugar in it and says "Damn this is so bitter." While everyone just gives him the most judgmental stare possible.

-Puff got called a boomer by a Tara once, he just scolded her, but he actually never recovered from it and he keeps bitching about it everytime something reminds him of that brat.

-Deejay LOVES orange sweets while everyone else hates them, so they just give all the orange stuff to him and hes more than happy to eat it.

-Talking about their favorite flavours when it comes to sweets, Puff's raspberry and lemon, Benatar's blue raspberry, Axel's strawberry and banana.

-Puff LOVES going to kids stores and stare at toys, and when Benatar asks him "What the hell are you doing?" He gets so embarrassed and tells him to piss off, but after a while he reply "Want me to buy it for you?" And Puff just nods.

-PUFF IS AN ABSOLUTE MASTER AT PUPPY EYES ITS CRAZY. LIKE HE CAN PULL IT OFF SO WELL (too bad it doesnt work in court or in jail)

-They were all the weird kids. Like they all watched undertale animation memes and all that kind of stuff, but none of them would ever admit it, only to eachother. Puff and Axel watched the most of them cause their parents didnt care much bout what they did on the internet.

-Puff has a teddy bear that he got from his mom for his 4th birthday, its literally nearly tore apart, and even tho he wanted to throw it away multiple times, he couldnt. He's just too attached to it, especially since it was his MOM that bought him that.

-Puff has a specific file for every band members embarrassing moments and used it as blackmail multiple times.

-Puff absolutely LOVES corny romance stories but no one knows about it, he reads them late at night when he makes sure everyone is asleep and even though he cringes at most of the pick up lines, some of them got him squealing into his pillow and giggling like a girl.

-When Puff was singing "My Balls", he had to re-do HALF OF THE SONG 20 TIMES because he couldnt stop laughing at the dumb lyrics.

-Axel climbed onto a tree because Puff said "You dont have the BALLS." Then Axel stared at him with a smug smirk before the branch he was on broke under him, and he fell straight onto his face. Puff instead of helping him, burst into loud ass laughter, but like after 5 minutes, still giggling, he helped Axel up and noticed he broke his nose and his tooth fell out, and thats how Axel got his teethgap.

-When the whole band was in high school, they were walking around town and spotted something that looked like an abandoned shed, Puff and Axel (wanting to show off) said that they will go and check it out, while the others told them not to. They did anyway while Benatar and Deejay stood a good distance away, looking how it would go. And it turned out it was actually a HOUSE. So being the dumbasses they were, they knocked hard on the door and yelled some shit, but when they heard the door open, they screamed at the top of their lungs and all of them ran away like pussies. (something that happened to me this summer but i did it alone cuz my friend was a pussy and nearly shat my pants when the door opened LMFAOAOO)

ANYWAY THATS ALL I HAVE!!! HOPE U ENJOY THEM<3

-Puff anon

YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAAAAAA

YEA THEYRE BROS THROUGH AND THROUGH I NEEEED TO SEE MORE CONTENT OF THEM CUDDLING I'M DESPERATETETETET

AND YES. I ALWAYS THOUGHT PUFF COULD PULL OFF PUPPY EYES SO WELL LIKE WTF IS SOME KINDA SPELL

YEAAYEYAYA HE LOVES CORNY SHIT SM I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BALLS!!!

#yfm #your favorite martian #confession

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kissproof · 2 years ago

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hiiii I’m so sorry this is last minute! my bdays on Sunday (i’ll be 22!) would u mind writing anything (drabble, pref/headcanon whichever suits the request!) about how the Dogs celebrate y/n’s bday after they find out other people forgot about it and they try to make them feel better?? <3 ILY AGAIN

this feels way too close to home because of how LATE this is but ilysm and i hope 22 is treating you soooo good lovely!!!!

SUMMARY: the dogs celebrating your birthday!

WARNINGS: fluffiness <3333

pink isn't one for celebrations, really, but he takes notice when you seem off on your big day. when he finds out it's because people didn't remember, he's flabbergasted! the whole day had been composed of him prizing himself on the fact that even he remembered! naturally, he calls the other dogs and they deliberate the best way to cheer you up.

white gets a table at your favorite restaurant to the dismay of the house staff who swore up and down there was a waitlist fifty miles long. after a thickly veiled threat from larry to the manager, however, it didn't take much convincing to boot the dinner reservations of a large corporate dinner.

brown is your designated chauffeur and picks you up from work, all cologned and dolled up for you in his freshly cleaned car. he lets you choose the radio station and the volume while chatting you up about your day and what you did. this distracts you from the fact that he missed the turn to your place. when you notice the restaurant's parking lot in view, your heart sinks. there was no way you were dressed enough for this place let alone able to get a reservation, but brown is quick to reassure you everything was under control.

after escorting you to your table, you see orange and blonde waiting there for you, an empty seat between them. you giggle as they both stand to greet you and pull out the velveteen chair from beneath the cloth. when you sit, freddy hands you a single delicate rose with whispers that there was more where that came from, and a box he asked you to promise not to open until later. as the other dogs file in, they each kiss and hug you hello, your heart swelling with love and gratitude at what they set out to do for you.

"what did i do to deserve you guys?" you sigh in awe, clutching your shirt above your heart.

the dinner goes along swimmingly, of course, with laughter and blonde's hand rubbing gently along your thigh. when they all sing you happy birthday, you feel bundled in their love and the light of your birthday wish as it burned bright atop the dessert the waiter brought you.

as vic spoons the sweetness into your mouth, you are altogether reassured that if any other birthdays go forgotten, they'd be at your side no matter what.

#imaginesbymk #answered #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs headcanons #x reader #kissproof headcanons #mr white x reader #mr brown x reader #mr blonde x reader #mr orange x reader #mr pink x reader #harvey keitel #tim roth #michael madsen #steve buscemi

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babygirlwolverine · 3 years ago

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Many special happy birthdays today! Happy birthday Cas! And happy birthday to @you-cant-spell-subtext-without and @reblogging4thewin!

"There's been a lot of firsts this year," Dean said, pushing a pumpkin across their outdoor table towards Cas with a soft smile.

Cas traced his hand along the ridges of the pumpkin; the one he'd picked with Dean at the pumpkin patch that morning. Even though Dean had said it was far too early in the season for pumpkins, he'd still smiled warmly as Cas wandered around the maze of fruits choosing the ones he wanted.

Shifting his eyes to the orange and yellow pansies and dahlias they'd both just spent the last hour planting, Cas let out a content hum. Every day felt like a new first, and Cas wanted a million more firsts with Dean.

"And today is one of those firsts?" Cas asked, even though he knew it was. He'd known from the moment he'd opened his eyes that morning; a single rose perched on his nightstand with a little note from Dean that said, 'Meet me in the kitchen, handsome.'

Pancakes with syrup and French Toast covered their newly painted sky-blue kitchen table, and when Dean had pulled him into a soft kiss, Cas had almost melted at the tender way Dean's fingers stroked along his jaw. "Happy birthday, Cas," Dean had murmured against his lips, and God, Cas swore he fell even more in love with Dean at that moment.

"Yes, today is one of those firsts," Dean said, shaking Cas from his reminiscing of their morning together. He watched for a moment as Dean picked up a knife and cut along the top of the pumpkin until he could reach inside.

"And why is that?" Cas asked, copying Dean's motions until he'd taken the top of the pumpkin off and started to spoon out the pulp into the bowl Dean had brought outside for them. Something about wanting to use the pulp to make Cas a pumpkin cake for his birthday. When Dean had proposed the idea that morning of baking a pumpkin cake for him, the thought had been so endearing that Cas had leaned across the kitchen table to kiss Dean once… okay maybe twice. Alright, maybe a dozen times. Maybe he just liked kissing Dean.

Now, Dean reached out across their patio table, locking their fingers together until their rings clinked against each other. "It's the first time we're really celebrating your birthday. 13 years ago you came into my life and became part of this family. And now it's special because this is the first time we're celebrating your birthday as husbands."

As if to emphasize the words, Dean tugged on Cas' hand until he could brush his lips over the ring on Cas' finger. Their hands were messy from the pumpkins but Cas didn't care. Not when Dean's lips pressed so tenderly against his ring finger before light kisses were dotted across his knuckles.

"The first time we're celebrating Halloween together, here, in our first home," Dean continued, gesturing to the pumpkins they were carving into Jack-o-lanterns. Decorating together even though Halloween was still weeks away, because they could do that now. Here, in their little house they were slowly renovating. Here, where they were starting their future together. They could celebrate anything they wanted.

A cool breeze wrapped around them, causing red and orange leaves to dance along the grass and up towards the table. The perfect autumn weather.

Cas was happy. Really happy. And he'd known that for a while, but the slow-drawn realization was enough to steal the air from Cas' lungs. When he looked up at Dean, it was like seeing him again for the first time; a bright radiating soul bursting with love and potential. When Cas had first laid eyes on him, he'd had no idea what that potential was going to blossom into. That it would create love and happiness and family.

"When is Jack coming back home?" Cas asked, suddenly filled with an urge to have his family close, not because they were in danger, but just because he loved them.

"Sam and Eileen said they'd bring him back from their last minute birthday shopping trip in less than an hour. So we'd better hurry up and carve these pumpkins so we can get some space for them to make their own Jack-o-lanterns when they get back," Dean said.

And there was that smile again on Dean's face. The same soft smile had been on his lips all day, as if Dean was seeing him for the first time in a whole new light. Awe and adoration. Love and sheer bliss.

Thirty minutes later, they were still carving pumpkins (they might've gotten a little distracted when Dean tugged Cas around the table and pulled him down until he could kiss Cas slow and deep) Jack came bounding into the garden with a large bag in his hands. "Happy birthday, Dad," Jack said, placing the bag in front of Cas. Wiping his hands on a towel, Cas reached into the bag and pulled out a collection of gardening tools designed with bees. Handles on tools shaped like bees, overalls with little bees dancing across the material, and a small ceramic bee to keep in the flowerbed. "Your two favorite things, bees and gardening."

Cas felt his heart swell in his chest, and he placed a gentle kiss on Jack's forehead. "Thank you, Jack."

"Alright, Kid, grab a pumpkin and let's get craving. Unless you don't want to help me bake Cas' birthday cake?" Dean teased.

Jack quickly scrambled to grab a pumpkin, sitting down next to Cas and copying him as he began to carve his pumpkin.

Sam and Eileen quickly joined the carving festivities, until 5 large pumpkins had been carved and a massive bowl had been filled with pulp and seeds. The pumpkins were decorated with ghosts and faces, sigils and even their names. Dean nudged his carved pumpkin over to Cas, and Cas felt that overwhelming love burning in his chest again. Dean and Cas Winchester was carved into the pumpkin; a little candle flickering inside and lighting their names up in a warm glow. Just another reminder they really were married. Cas kissed Dean like he had on their wedding night; achingly slow and full of every last drop of his love.

Baking the cake turned into a family affair, with Cas watching from the kitchen table and laughing as everyone made a mess. Dean kept sneaking over to Cas and kissing him every few minutes, until Cas snagged Dean and pulled him down into the chair; watching Jack and Eileen decorating the cake, which included Jack shoving as many candles as he could into the top with a playful laugh.

Wishes were made, cake was eaten, and Cas felt more loved than he'd ever imagined he could feel.

Once the festivities had wound down, with Jack off to bed and Sam and Eileen back at their own home, Cas sat in the kitchen watching as Dean cleaned the dishes. He ran his fingers over the handle of the Angel blade Dean had gifted him this morning; tracing his fingertips over the engraving.

Cas Winchester. Husband. Father. Brother. Angel, you are our family.

The gifting of the blade wasn't lost on Cas; a callback to Dean stabbing him in the heart 13 years ago. Except now, all these years later, Dean has gone and stolen his heart. And Cas wouldn't have it any other way.

When Dean joined him at the table a few minutes later, tilting Cas' head to nudge him into a breathtaking kiss, Cas sighed blissfully. "I love you,” he whispered.

Dean shook his head, kissing Cas again and again until Cas felt dizzy. “I love you. Happy birthday, Cas.”

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archerjyn · 3 years ago

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monochrome

pairing: caesar zeppeli x gn!reader

genre: angst

summary: "living without you is like tv in black and white"

warning(s): themes of death and loss

word count: 1.3 k

author's note: I wrote this in like 2020 when I first started watching Jojo, and it was also when I only wrote in first pov. I didn't bother to change it bc I got lazy but pls enjoy. Also, Italics are flashbacks.

“Caesar!” I shouted, bringing my hands to my mouth. No response. I screamed until I could no longer hear my own voice. “Please,” I let out a sob, rummaging through the gravel and debris, looking for my lost beloved. Nothing. When Jojo and Lisa Lisa arrived, they didn’t have to ask to know the status of their comrade.

The fight ended as quickly as it began. After the battle, Jojo went back to Air Supplena to recuperate, and when he did, he and Suzie Q made their way to New York to attend what was supposed to be his funeral. Everyone got the happy ending they wanted: the world was safe now that the Pillar Men were gone.

Everyone was able to move on but why couldn’t I? Surely I was stronger than this.

It’s been three months since Caesar’s death. The body was never found, but we had a funeral for him at the neighboring foothills surrounding Venice.

“But wouldn't Air Supplena be a better place for his tombstone? It’ll be close to home so you can see him whenever you want. Won’t it be difficult for you to visit if it’s in the countryside?” Suzie Q and Jojo tried to reason with me, keeping my best interests at heart. I shook my head.

“He liked the view here when the sun met the horizon. Said it made him think of his first love,” I told them. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the first time I sat at the bottom of the smallest foothill; the one with the pond nearby.

I was making a flower crown out of boredom, and was oblivious to all the things around me, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned quickly and was greeted by Caesar.

“Everyone is looking for you y/n. Lisa Lisa was just about ready to turn to the police,” he laughed and sat beside me.

“Sorry. I just lost track of time. It’s so pretty here you know?” I wasn’t expecting an answer and began cleaning up when he stopped me.

“We can go in a few minutes then. I want you to see this,” he said and put the flower crown on my head, and motioned for me to look ahead. When I did, the blue sky from before was replaced with swatches of pink and orange. The painted sky was the prettiest I had ever seen, but that wasn’t even the best part. My hindered soul left me wandering the streets of Venice and led me to the secluded scene before me, but upon seeing Caesar’s glowing skin and beautiful locks in this golden hour, I was suddenly...okay again. It was then that my whole world changed. The person I thought to be the brother I never had, the idiot I sometimes hated, was also the one I had fallen madly in love with. Whoever would get to receive his love was lucky to have him.

I walked the empty halls of the castle. Suzie Q and Jojo were on a date, and Lisa Lisa was out on a mission. It was just me. Sighing, I pulled my hair back and began to rearrange my room. The first thing one would see if they walked in was my small round table from the rococo era, with two chairs to match. On it was a vase with light pink peonies. Against the wall of the door was a bookshelf with adventure books I used to read as a child, as well as books about gardening. Caesar bought those for me for my birthday one year; they’re my favorite. In the far left corner was my bed, which was hidden behind a folding screen. I had kept the same purple sheets for the past 8 years, so I decided to change them to emerald green. Next to my bed was a nightstand with a vase full of sunflowers.

“Thank you, looks good,” Caesar smiled and scarfed down the food.

“H-Hey wait a minute!” I yelled. “Don’t eat too fast or you’ll choke,” I reached for the spoon he neglected. “Here. Use this so you don’t burn yourself,” I handed the spoon to him and he frowned, eating slowly. Smiling at how adorable he was, I turned back to the cart which previously held his meal and took the vase of sunflowers that hid on the bottom shelf.

“Sunflowers?” Caesar looked at me, an eyebrow raised.

“S-Sorry I could change them if you like. I-I also have roses and begonias in the garden and I’d be more than happy to-”

“It’s fine. I was just asking,” he laughed. “Is there a reason you chose them?”

Without thinking, I responded, “Whenever I got sick, Lisa Lisa would always put sunflowers in my room. They’re so bright and joyful, I thought you could use some cheering up.” After speaking, I felt my cheeks heat up. Why would I tell him that? Why on Earth would he want to know something so-

“Thank you! I...No one’s ever cared for me like that,” Caesar scratched his cheek.

My parents abandoned my as an infant went hey found that I had been born with an illness that infected my lungs. Lisa Lisa took me in as a child and she became the mother I needed. She never let me play outdoors without Suzie Q, and never let me go into town alone or even at night. I was frail and she often voiced her concerns that I would get hurt or that my condition would worsen when I'm alone.

I remember falling asleep one night because I was so exhausted from pulling roots all day. When I woke up, I was greeted by shades of orange and yellow. Sunflowers, golden locks belonging to a sleep-deprived Caesar, the morning sun dripping into my room. “Good morning,” I whispered. My throat was dry.

Caesar didn’t say anything and instead put my hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it and resting his forehead on it. “Fuck,” he choked. I ran my fingers through his hair. “We’re taking you to Sweden with us, y/n,” was all he said.

“What? But that’s where Kars and Wammu are, no? I hate to admit it but I’m in no condition to--”

Caesar looked up, his eyes bloodshot red; I finally took notice of his sweat-glazed skin. “I don’t want you to go either, but Mr. Speedwagon has a hospital set up there...you’d be in good hands.”

“Caesar,” I called his name, bringing my hands to each side of his face, and holding him in my chest. “I’m alive aren’t I? I’ll be fine,” I told him. Silence followed. “Thank you for the sunflowers.”

Across from my bed was a wall, dividing the bathroom and my living area. Against the wall was the basin and mirror, and beyond that was the standing bath, which was placed near the window. Beyond the window was the ocean that stretched far and wide. Deep greens and blues clashed against one another angrily, the sound numbing my aching heart.

Suzie Q and Joseph got married soon after his recovery, and I couldn’t be happier for them. Their wedding was small and the flowers, almost as if on cue, blew away in the wind from her bouquet. Pink, yellow, orange, green, blue. Their wedding was so colorful but I couldn’t see anything. No matter how hard I tried, everything was monochrome without him.

And the more I thought, the more I became obsessed with finding out who his first love was. I lived only because I clung to the thought that it could have been me.

#jojo's bizzare adventure battle tendency #jojo's bizzare adventure caesar #caesar zepelli #caesar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader

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pineau-noir · 3 years ago

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(G, 1.1k) For @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

Happy birthday my dear friend. Have some fluffy fluff about our favorite niffler.

Thank to so much to @mosrael for the beta, I got all gushy on ao3 and probably exposed my not-so-secret fandom crush.

Here it is on ao3 for anyone who doesn't want to read below the cut.

Marcellus Horatius Cornelius Flavius the Magnificent, First of his Name— or as he was better known to his humans: Peanut Butter Tater Tot; or even more colloquially: PB— was having a weird day.

He had hitched a ride with the emerald boy to the big area with all the people. He saw the elder emerald human packing things up and chattering about 'school', something that PB knew would necessitate a trip out, so he hid in the younger emerald human’s bag. He had a lovely nap on the way.

When he awoke, he was at the shining place with all of the beautiful serving spoons. Sneaking out was simple; no one was paying him any attention. PB thought he could easily grab a couple of spoons for his hidden collection. But as soon as he emerged out of the pocket, he saw something even better than spoons. He saw a boy who was made of silver.

With a brief pang of guilt, PB snuck under the table, away from the younger emerald human, and crawled into the silver boy’s bag.

The bag was lovely. Warm and cosy, smelling far better than the emerald boy's bag. There was a scarf, PB realised it was identical to the one the younger emerald had, so he curled up in it and went back to sleep.

Afterall, sneaking was a tiring business.

——

When PB awoke, it was because the silver human had pulled him out of the bag. He seemed excited to find PB hidden away. PB preened, because he knew he was an exemplary example of his species. There was some chatter, but PB ignored it because it didn’t involve any of his favourite words: outside, spoons, Gringotts, or treat.

Then a platinum person appeared. He seemed a little cross. The silver boy smiled and talked about how lovely PB was, but the platinum man only frowned and said things like ‘pest’ and ‘Potter’. PB actually knew what Potter meant, he lived at Potter house. Why the emerald one had named their house Potter, PB didn’t know.

PB had named their house Hermann House, because the older copper woman always said the house was ‘full of too many men’ and the emerald man always said ‘hermmm’ after she said it.

Before PB could figure out what the platinum man called his house, an aquamarine person stepped out of the bad, scary, loud, bright place that PB’s humans loved to use. PB had tried, unsuccessfully, for years to get them to only use the fast, dizzy way, or even better, the high in the sky, windy way to travel.

He had never understood why humans were so odd.

But after the platinum man moved a bunch of things that PB hadn’t even noticed, the silver one and aquamarine one were giving PB pets and, even better—food. It was just a green, branchy mini-tree, but PB was starting to get hungry, so he allowed his new humans to feed him.

Then, even better, the silver boy and aquamarine woman moved to the soft lump of blue in the middle of the room and sat down to cuddle PB. The platinum human said something to the people on the blue lump and the silver one got up to move some other things that PB liked, but not as much as he liked spoons. The aquamarine human pulled a round ball of fresh, bright, light orange out of her pocket and picked the gross covering off, then started to feed PB again.

He thought it only appropriate to purr at her. She was an excellent human and this house was much quieter than Hermann House. PB thought he could be very happy at this new house, even if he would miss the copper girl and emerald boy. The smokey quartz boy was fine, but he didn’t sneak PB treats or spoons.

The silver human came back in and the aquamarine woman handed PB over. They were both very gentle and PB let out a little yawn. The snacks they had given him had filled up his belly and the silver boy was warm. With one last look at his new home, PB drifted off to sleep.

——

PB woke up after his new people had done the loud, fast travelling and he was back at his old home. The platinum man and the emerald man started talking and PB heard his name. He briefly perked up, but he was still warm in the silver boy’s arm so he snuggled back in.

The silver boy followed the smokey quartz boy, the copper girl, and the emerald boy into PB’s room. He immediately jumped out of the silver boy’s arms to make sure no one had gotten into his cache of spoons while he was on his adventure.

Seeing everything where it was supposed to be, PB sneaked out to try and grab a new spoon for his collection. The young humans were talking and didn't notice him. He made his way through the halls, into his secret tunnel, and then he was in the big, bright room with all the spoons.

The older emerald human was talking to the platinum human. They seemed stiff and awkward, so PB grabbed a spoon— gold with leaves at the end— and made his way back to his hidey hole.

He started to rearrange his collection and was almost done when he heard shouting. Tired of being left behind, PB decided to follow the noise. When he got to the room, he saw the emerald man sitting on the big brown lump in the middle of the room. The platinum man was smiling and his face was as red as a ruby.

All of the humans were laughing and no one was paying any attention to PB, which was just not on, so he jumped into the platinum man’s lap. He was the only one who had paid no attention to PB the entire day, which was something that needed to be fixed. As soon as possible.

The platinum man smiled down at PB. The older emerald human leaned over and did something weird to the pointy thing on the front of the platinum man’s face. The younger humans all laughed and clapped so PB reckoned it was probably something good.

Then the best thing happened. The platinum one, who still apparently thought PB’s name was ‘pest’, picked PB up and rubbed their faces together.

PB had no choice but to purr at him.

When he was lowered back to the platinum human’s lap, he decided it was time for another nap.

So he slept. And dreamt of new spoons, new, shiny humans, and best of all, his own shiny family.

#happy birthday joy #i'm joining everyone else in celebrating you #background drarry #fluff #silly fluff #my writing

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alisonsfics · 4 years ago

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cherished

pairing: tom holland x reader, chris evans x daughter!reader

request: “hey! i loved celebration & blossoming :') if you wanted, since you ended blossoming with y/n getting sick, you could do a part 3 including chris getting frustrated with tom and tom taking care of her? have a lovely day!” - @sinisterspidey

word count: 1.1k

a/n: to celebrate tom’s birthday, here is the final part of this series

Part 1 / Part 2

A few nights ago, you had gone on your first date with Tom, and you were on absolute cloud nine. Your dad had been a little stern with him about swimming at night, but everything else was going great. That was until you woke up with the sniffles and a sore throat.

You walked downstairs to have some breakfast and found your dad waiting for you in the kitchen. He had made pancakes for the both of you. “Hey, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he handed you your plate.

“Pretty good” you croaked. Your voice was scratchy, and it immediately set off your dad’s parental alarm. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, placing his hand on your forehead. You noticed his brows start to furrow.

“You’re burning up” he said, pulling his hand away. You sighed to yourself, preparing for the your dad’s overprotective side to burst out. Within minutes, he had you sitting on the couch with tissues and a cup of tea. “Dad, I promise I’m fine” you complained, as he continued to lay blankets on top of you.

He frowned at you, not believing your words for a second. “You have a fever, and you can’t stop sneezing. I bet that’s because Tom decided swimming at night was a good idea” he said, sneering as he said Tom’s name. Your dad’s overprotective nature was at its peak. You knew you were doomed now. It was going to be a day of your dad rushing around to help you with your every need.

“But Tom and I were going to go out today. We were going to go see a movie” you said, crossing your arms. Your dad shook his head and handed you the television remote. “This is his fault. Besides, you can watch any movie that you want from the couch. I’ll keep you company, pumpkin” he said, sitting down next to you. You pulled out your phone and texted Tom, telling him you couldn’t hang out. He apologized for the idea to go swimming and told you he hoped you felt better.

You settled into the couch and prepared for a day of watching movies with your dad. After you finished the first movie of the day, there was a knock at the door. Your dad rushed towards the door to see who it was. You glanced down the hallway and realized it was Tom at the door.

You saw a few grocery bags in his hands. Tom and your dad talked in hushed voices for a while. You couldn’t tell what they were saying, no matter how hard you tried to eavesdrop.

They both nodded and headed into the living room. “Hey, how are you?” Tom asked, sitting down next to you. You nodded and gave him a smile. “It’s just a little cold. It’s nothing really” you told him. He frowned apologetically.

“I’m sorry. The beach was my idea, and it got you sick. This is my fault. You’re not mad at me, right?” He apologized. You took his hand in yours.

“Depends. What’s in the bag?” You asked, smirking at him. You earned small laughs from both your dad and Tom. He went through the bag and showed you all the stuff he bought for you: soup, your favorite romcoms, and some tea bags.

You very quickly thanked him and took the gifts. You noticed the smile that appeared on your dad’s face. “I have to run to the grocery store. Tom, I’m leaving you in charge. She is not to move from this couch” your dad instructed.

You were shocked that he was even going to leave Tom alone with you after he got you sick. Tom nodded, while smiling over at you. Your dad gave you a hug before grabbing his keys and leaving.

“Can I give you a kiss?” Tom asked you, as soon as the front door closed.

You shook your head and pushed his chest away from you. You could see the confusion on his face, as he gave you a look that seemed to say “why not?”

“I’ll get you sick” you explained, even though you did really want to kiss him. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take” he said, before cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss you.

You smiled against the kiss and then pulled away. You leaned into his side as he started a movie. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here” you mumbled softly. He smiled down at you and kissed your cheek.

Once you got halfway through the movie, you felt hungry. You grabbed your soup out of the bag. “Let me put it in a bowl for you” he said, grabbing the container from you.

He headed towards the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a bowl of soup and a spoon. You tried to take it from him, but he didn’t let you.

He tsk’ed and pushed your hands away. You gave him a questioning look as he sat beside you. You finally understood as he began to feed you the soup. You giggled as he lightly blew on the soup.

“You are such a dork” you teased, while accepting the soup. He shushed you and continued to feed you the soup.

Later that day, your dad came back from grocery shopping and found you and Tom both asleep on the couch. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw you both cuddled up against each other.

You heard the movement, and your eyes fluttered open. You saw your dad standing in the kitchen. You followed him after detangling yourself from Tom. “How are you feeling?” Your dad asked you, turning around.

You pulled him into a hug before answering his question. “I’m fine” you mumbled into his chest.

“Thank you for before. Thanks for being so cool with Tom” you said, looking up at him. He smiled and hugged you back. He nodded. “I just want what’s best for you. He really cares about you” your dad told you, honestly.

You felt a smile appear on your face. It meant a lot to you that your dad approved of Tom. “But you were so upset about me getting sick” you said, still slightly confused by his change in heart.

“I was until I saw how concerned he was for you. He cared about you the way I want you to be cared about. He cherishes you. Also, on our first date, your mother and I went swimming at night time. Except, I was the one who got sick, not your mom. I just want you to always be happy, and you’re happy with Tom. I’m not going to stand in the way of that” he told you, kissing your forehead.

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mindninjax · 4 years ago

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concept: u get katsu a scarf for his birthday and he calls you an idiot bc it's nearly summer, but then months later u see him wearing it on his patrols ❤️❤️❤️

happy almost birthday!!!

Gorge pleaseeee. I screamed so much about his little scarf in that new episode omg I’m melting. Please let me indulge.

“Happy Birthday Katsuki!” you shove a beautifully wrapped box into his hands as he groans and everyone around him smiles and laughs.

“I don’t know who told you idiots my birthday, but when I find out they’re dead,” he growls giving Kirishima a side eye. “And who said you could call me that?!” He shouts at you.

“Yeah yeah yeah… angry boy who doesn’t want friends. We get it. Now open it!” You say waving your hand and rolling your eyes.

He ignores your sly comment and tears off the wrapping paper. He raises an eyebrow as he pulls the long pink fabric from the box and scrutinizes it.

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s a scarf! Duh!” You chirp happily bouncing on your toes from excitement.

“It’s April you idiot. And it’s about to be the summer. Why the fuck would I be wearing a scarf?” He’s holding the scarf up between two fingers and away from himself like it’s a smelly diaper. “And why the hell is it pink?”

“Pink is my favorite color! Plus it looks good with your skin. And you don’t have to wear it now. It’s for when it gets cooler. It’ll help keep heat in so you can sweat,” you say smiling brightly at him. He rolls his eyes, folds his arms over his chest, tries not to think about how you just said he’d look good in it and hands it back to you.

“No thanks.”

You look up at him, and flash him your heartbroken eyes. “But I made it myself.” You pout and Kirishima comes to the rescue.

“Come on man. Don’t be rude! It’s really cute and she worked real hard on it,” he says clapping Katsuki on the shoulder and squeezing, a light threat.

“I don’t need a damn scarf in the middle of summer!” He yells the pressure of everyone looking at him and thinking he’s the biggest jerk on him now. You drop your shoulders sadly and Kirishima hatches a plan.

“Well if Bakugo won’t take it. I’ll wear it. All shades of red look great on me! Thanks for the sweet scarf, y/n. “ he says smiling his big sharp toothed smile at you. He snatches the scarf from Katsuki and wraps it around his neck before placing a huge arm around your shoulder and giving you a tight squeeze. You smile then, ever grateful for Kirishima’s ability to make a situation better.

Katsuki stands there—like a jerk—as the party continues and everyone laughs and jokes. Yet his eyes never leave the scarf around Kirishima’s neck and he doesn’t stop thinking about Kirishima’s arm around your shoulder and how you smiled at him.

Months pass, the scarf incident becomes a thing of the past and you and Katsuki become a bit closer over the spring and summer months. You’re at home washing dishes with the news playing on the little tv you keep on the island in the kitchen. News about some of the pros stopping a petty thief in the city is flashing on the screen. Streaks of black and orange and the sound of Dynamight’s name on the screen grabs your attention.

It seems one of the reporters was actually able to get Katsuki to talk to the cameras for a bit. When you see him on screen, you drop the spoon you were washing into the dishwater with a plop. Katsuki has the pink scarf, his initials embroidered on the end, wrapped around his neck and hiding half of his face in it as the reporter speaks to him.

He grunts out short clipped answers and looks increasingly annoyed as the reporter continues. Nothing makes him look as annoyed as when the reporter asks him about the bright pink scarf. He sucks in his teeth and narrows his eyes.

“Someone told me it would look good on me and they were fucking right. So I’m wearin’ it. Got a problem with that?”

You smile a big cheeky grin as you dry your hands on your apron and pick up the remote to turn the volume up to finish listening to the news report.

#bakugo x reader #Kacchan #marquie answers #marquie imagines #Gorge #GORGE MY LOVE THANK YOU #I hope you don’t mind me writing this out lol #but I love youuuuu #💖💖💖

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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Hawk Fluff Alphabet

Requested by @manicgrungegf

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

What hawk finds most attractive about you is your kindness. You’re literally the sweetest person to everyone you meet and he likes to think that if he knew you when he was Eli, you still would have dated him. You didn’t care about the muscles or the tattoo or the hair. You genuinely loved him and were always kind to him even when he was being an ass.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s not sure about whether he wants kids or not. He’s kind of just enjoying being young and having fun right now, and he never actually thought he’d get married before, but he’d be open to it later on down the line if it was something you really wanted.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

For as much game as he talks, this boy is a LITTLE SPOON. He loves being held by you, and sometimes can’t fall asleep unless your arms are wrapped around him. In public, he’s always the one with his arm around you, hugging you from behind, putting on that alpha male persona, but when it’s just you guys he’s a total puppy.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Hawk likes to take you to parties. You guys can drink, dance, hang out with your friends, it’s the perfect place in his opinion. But for more private occasions like your anniversary, he likes a nice picnic on the beach. He’d make PB&J’s for you guys (and cut off your crusts), pack some juice boxes, and bring a big giant blanket (and condoms shhh) for you guys.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You’re my happy place. Hawk thinks of you as the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Whenever he feels frustrated from training or insecure about his scar or angry at Demitri, he knows he can always go to you for support and you’ll make him forget all about that stuff. He’s never not smiling when you’re around.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He first knew he loved you when you said his scar was cute. It’s always been his biggest insecurity, and even when you guys first went out, he always just assumed you just tried not to look at it and look at his hair or muscles instead. But when you told him you liked it, thought it gave him character and looked kind of tough, his heart shot through the roof. This beautiful, ethereal, magnetically charming girl thought his scar, his deformity, was cute?! Love on sight.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s more gentle than you would think, but still not as gentle as, say, Miguel. He would never hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want to do, but he likes to rough house, play wrestle, and tease you a little bit. He likes to sneak up behind you, pick you up and spin you around, and ruffle your hair as a “good morning” every day.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Hawk is holding your hand all. The. damn. Time. He likes everyone to know who you belong to. Inside, he’s still a little insecure and nervous that you’ll decide you can do better and leave him, so he finds holding your hand reassuring, especially when you run your thumb over the back of his hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was honestly not good. You were friends with Samantha Larusso so he just assumed you were stuck up and snobby. The first time you guys actually talked was at a party. You were pacing nervously outside because your friends had left, your phone died, and you had no way to get home. Hawk took pity on you and offered to give you a ride on his motorcycle, and you guys ended up driving all over town, talking, laughing, drinking milkshakes, and you quickly made plans to hang out the next day.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He is the most jealous boy, mostly because he’s insecure that you’ll leave him for someone else. Sometimes you think it’s hot, but if it ever bothers you, he’ll make a conscious effort to work on himself and trust that you’ll always come back to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Your first kiss was the sweetest moment ever. You guys were sitting on the beach one night talking about all your deep thoughts. He started telling you how he was super insecure about his lip scar and thought no girl would ever want to kiss him before he got the mohawk and muscles. “Well I can think of one girl who would love to kiss you.” At this, he looked at you with pure shyness, and you leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss. Now, his kisses can range anywhere from sweet and loving, to possessive and dominant. You love them all.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He knew he was in love with you when you first talked about nerdy shit with him and Demitri. He always thought he couldn’t like nerdy stuff like Dr. Who or girls wouldn’t like him, so when Demitri brought it up while you three were hanging out, he panicked. But then you started talking about the new trailer and how excited you were for a female Dr. and he fell in love on the spot.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is that time he needed to touch up his hair color and you asked if you could do it for him. You got him a little poncho (garbage bag but shhh), parted his hair in neat little sections, and touched up the dye. You guys had such a fun time, you gushed about how good his hair looked down, and it ended up looking way better than when he did it himself. Now every time he needs a touch up he comes to you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Hawk doesn’t generally spoil you with material things. You both would much rather spend your time and money on memories, or food. Of course on your birthday and anniversaries he gets you little gifts, but generally speaking, his love language leans more towards quality time.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Lavender reminds him of you. Soft, sweet, feminine. He thinks it looks amazing on you, too. He’s actually thought about dying his mohawk lavender next just to feel closer to you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Princess. That’s the biggest one. Sometimes angel, or babygirl.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

His favorite non-modern thing is old muscle cars. He’s saving up to buy an old Corvette one day. It’s one of his big goals in life. He wants to have a mohawk made for the car, too, so everyone knows how cool he is.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Little secret about Hawk, he loves to cook. When it’s raining outside, he likes to have you come over and make a big meal with him. Maybe chicken pot pie, steaks, or pad thai, and sit on the couch eating and watching old movies.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Unfortunately, Hawk used to be an expert at being sad back before he joined Cobra Kai. The way he likes to deal with it is generally just crying. He likes to let it all out, be alone, collect himself, and then maybe watch a movie or hang out with you. If you’re sad, his first question is “who do I have to beat up?” If it’s not from a person, he’ll take you on an adventure. Hikes, long drives, exploring new places, just to get your mind off it.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm karate. It literally changed his life. He loves to tell you about the new moves he learned in training, talk about the tournaments coming up, or the rivalry between Cobra Kai and Myagi-Do. And you’re a sucker for gossip so you love to hear about it.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Music, soft blankets, the tiredness after a workout, a good hot meal, and he loves to watch cringe compilations on Youtube.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ever since his transformation from Eli to Hawk, this boy likes to show off everything, all the time. His hair, his tattoos, his muscles, his fighting skills, his sarcasm, his girl…

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes to you about 6 months into your relationship with a ring pop outside of a gas station. You both knew it was a joke, but honestly started referring to each other as fiance and never stopped. Then, about 3 years later, he got you a real ring and took your hand and said “about time we actually do this, huh?” Of course, he took you to the same gas station where he had “proposed” the first time. Not the most romantic thing looking in on it, but to you guys, it was perfect.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Highway To Hell- ACDC

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He proposes to you multiple times! Of course he thinks about it. He wants you guys to be together forever!

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A hawk! It’s his signature symbol, of course he thinks it would be super badass to actually have a pet hawk. He would name it Desmond, and get it a tiny little mohawk.

#cobra kai #hawk #hawk x reader #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #jacob bertrand #fluff #karate kid

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF - The Sapling of His Labors

A Drifting Stars AU one-shot, in collaboration with @clownwry.

1st, 2nd, 4th.

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Ford hummed an old tune to himself as he worked on dinner. Rather than sitting in front of a fire-pit in the middle of nature, butchering food to make it edible, he was blessed to be standing in a humble kitchen with a stove, cabinets, counters, and everything. The only thing he didn’t have was a fridge or freezer, but that was okay. Ford worked calmly and at his own pace as he chopped up the onion, blinking the burning feeling away, and he used his knife to scoop the diced pieces of onion into the hot skillet, and it sizzled and immediately smelled good.

Ford smiled as he added the green bell pepper, and other delicious things from the garden, and then he gave the veggies and herbs a stir with his hand-carved wooden spoon. Estimating that dinner would be ready soon, he walked across the kitchen, through the living room with a fireplace, two rocking chairs, and a large homemade three-way desk with two chairs, and to the front door.

The top half of the dutch door was already open, so he leaned against the bottom half of the door to watch his little girl run around with other kids her age, playing tag. “Mabel, honey, dinner!” He called. “Will you please bring some water when you come?”

“Okay!” Mabel called back cheerfully, and Ford trusted her to end the game soon and say goodnight to her friends as he went back to dinner.

The veggies were cooking well, so Ford threw some of Mabel’s special homemade butter into another pan, let it melt, and then he carefully laid two filleted fish down to cook.

The bottom half of the dutch door opened and Mabel came in with a bucket of water from their well. She grinned at the sight of him and sat the bucket down to use a ladle to pour some water into wooden cups. “Ms. Mahogany asked about you again.”

“Oh?” Ford raised an eyebrow at her, his smile still present.

“Yeah, I told her how just last night you told me you were lonely and only wanted someone to hold at night…”

Ford barked a laugh that Mabel joined in with, but she continued as she set the table. “Then she said her son is still single if…”

“Mabel, please!” Ford guffawed with rosy cheeks as he flipped the fish. “I wish you would stop trying to set me up with everyone in town.”

“But I’m a great matchmaker!”

“I know you are. Why not focus on someone else’s love-life?” Ford suggested as he began to plate the veggies.

“I don’t really care about everyone else’s love-life.” Mabel said with a shrug as she sat.

Ford snorted as he platted the fish on top of the veggies, one plate slightly smaller than the other.

“Well, not nearly as much as I care about you.” Mabel elaborated, and smiled sweetly at her uncle as he turned to set the food at the table. “I just want you to be happy, Grunkle Ford.”

The old man was a bit surprised by this, but he smiled softly and said, “I am happy, darling.” He sat the plates and himself down where they belonged, then patted his lap. “Come here.”

The girl didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap and let him hug her. “I’ve got you.”

“Yeah, but imagine how much happier you’d be if you had me and a partner!” Mabel said optimistically.

Ford chuckled and brushed her shoulder-length hair with his six fingers. “Sweetie, I’m much happier now than I ever thought I would be.”

Mabel grinned at him and hugged him around the neck, allowing Ford to squeeze her gently and hug her back.

A little while later they sat by the fireplace, Ford in his rocking chair, and Mabel by his socked feet, propping her back against his leg as she knitted away. Ford used to tease her and wonder why he even built her a rocking chair, but once she explained she felt more comfortable against him, he let it go. Maybe next time they go to the store, he should trade fish for fabric so he can build a couch.

The eldest read a book out-loud while Mabel knitted, their favorite thing to do in the evening, when all they had for light was the fireplace and lanterns and the stars, but there were no stars tonight. Rain peacefully trickled down outside. They left the dutch door open to enjoy the smells and sounds and cool air, not a hint of a storm in sight.

Ford was enjoying the book, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed looking down at his beautiful girl. The sounds of her needles clicking as she worked, the way her brown eyes twinkled, the blush on her round cheeks, the shine in her hair. Ford had no idea what in the Multiverse he did to deserve her… No, he didn’t deserve her, but he was still grateful for her, and beyond happy he somehow managed to give her a happy life.

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Ford was very excited, too excited to let his little girl sleep in too much. True that he purposely got up early to get the eggs, milk the cow, and let the sheep out for her, but he decided to surprise her earlier rather than later, so he made her some pancakes and eggs, squeezed her some fresh orange juice, put a pretty flower on the tray for decoration, and tucked the present wrapped in parchment and card under his arm.

A soft knock alerted Mabel of company, and her door opening and a warm voice fully woke her up. “Mabel, honey,”

She grinned and sat up in her bed. Ford had no regrets. All his hard work was worth it for that smile. “Happy Birthday.”

Mabel was absolutely delighted by the sweet surprise, but a bit disheartened when she saw no plate for her uncle. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him, still too used to his bad habit of skipping meals so she could eat. Well, he didn’t have to do that anymore. “Grunkle Ford, where’s your breakfast?”

Ford smiled and chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s all fixed and downstairs waiting for me.”

Mabel smiled again and said, “Why don’t you eat up here with me? Then I’ll open my present!”

Ford nodded. That seemed like an even better idea than eating separately. So Ford retrieved his mug of coffee and pancakes, and when he sat at the foot of Mabel’s bed, she opened the card. There was no glitter to decorate it with and the card wasn’t nearly as colorful as Mabel would have made it, but Ford still drew plenty of pretty pictures for her and wrote plenty of kind words, and more importantly, he made it just for her.

Mabel grinned and thanked him for the card, sitting by her nightstand and candle so she could see it every day, and then she tore into her present. She gasped happily and squealed at the gift. Mabel had seen Ford sew here and there, but she didn’t know this was what he was working on.

It was a large quilt. It had many different patches, some with colors, some with pictures of animals, one with a shooting star and one with a six-fingered hand. There were so many different patches that Mabel felt she could look and look without seeing every detail.

Ford rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I asked everyone in town if they had scraps of cloth. I wasn’t sure what to get you, but you deserve something nice, and…”

“Grunkle Ford, I love it!” And Mabel let her new quilt fall on her lap so she could hug him tightly around the waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll use it forever! I love you, thank you!”

Ford chuckled and hugged her back tightly. “Y-You’re welcome.”

It wasn’t much, but it was better than what he could have done for her before.

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Ford ran as fast as he could. He didn’t care how sharply branches pricked his face or how many times he stubbed his toe on a rock or tree root. The screaming rang in his ears. Mabel needed him.

He was grateful to find Mabel up in a tree, safe, but not for long. At the base of the tree was a giant black bear, roaring and growling and scratching the tree. It wouldn’t be long until the bear decided to try to climb. Ford gritted his teeth and allowed instincts to take over, animal vs animal.

Ford threw a rock and it hit the bear on the neck, making it forget the human cub in the tree and turn to the adult to roar warningly. Then Ford shot his crossbow and it hit the bear right in the shoulder, close to the chest, but not quite enough to kill it, only to anger it. Mabel screamed for Ford to run away, to get away, but Ford stood his ground as the bear charged at him and he rolled out of the way just in time, then shot the bear again, this time hitting it’s back.

The bear turned and roared at Ford, and he was prepared to pull the knife out of his boot and do some real damage, tired of giving warnings that the bear wasn’t hearring. But then something made everyone freeze. A small wheezing roar. A squeak from a cub. The little baby black bear ran out from the bushes and to its mother, who nuzzled the cub with her nose and stood protectively. Ford lowered his crossbow and nodded. Mabel must have accidentally stumbled across the cub, must have gotten too close, and the mother was being overprotective.

The mother roared once more at the humans and ran off into the woods with her cub, taking the arrows lodge in her with her. Well, good. That’s what she gets for going near Ford’s niece. Speaking of…

Ford turned to the tree and looked up at the frightened girl. “Mabel, are you hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.” Mabel looked at the spot where the bears disappeared and bit her lip. “I… I didn’t even see the baby one…”

Ford smiled and nodded. “It’s alright. You’ll find parents are quite protective of their kids. Can you climb down?”

Mabel nodded and carefully made her way down the tree. When she was about halfway down, she leaped into Ford’s arms and they hugged each other tightly, the crossbow still in Ford’s hand.

“Oh, Mabel, I was so worried…”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…”

“Shh, hey, it’s alright. I’m not mad.”

“I thought you… I thought…” Mabel mumbled into his shoulder, her grip on his coat extremely tight.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.” Ford muttered to her as he walked them home. “I’ve got you.”

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Ford walked home from the ocean, smiling with the large net filled with fish on his back. Mabel was with the sheep, as usual, and smiled and waved when she saw his safe return. The leaves were changing colors and the air was getting more comfortable and crisp. Soon winter would be with them, and rather than fish for money, Ford planned to build music boxes and carve toys, a brilliant idea Mabel had when she noticed how he missed tinkering and building. He enjoyed fishing, but it wasn’t like the old lab work that made him proud.

The next day, like always, Ford walked home and saw Mabel among the sheep, but this time she was chatting with a boy her age. Ford had seen the boy before, Mabel labeling him as a friend, but the old man couldn’t help but wonder if he should be putting money away for a small wedding, a thought that made his blood boil and his heart swell at the same time.

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Ford gave the soup another stir before ladling it into a bowl. Poor Mabel sat on the newly built couch, wrapped in her quilt, close to the fire, her cheeks and nose cherry red and dark circles under her eyes as she sneezed and coughed. Ford wasn’t as worried for her as he normally would be; it was just a bad cold. She would be alright.

Weirdly enough, Mabel’s brain had decided to call it quits and she was nothing more than a rag doll, barely interactive and aware of her surroundings, which was fine by Ford. He could take care of her and the house just fine. He smiled softly and sat next to her, holding out a spoonful of warm soup for her. “Here you are, my dear. This will make you feel better.”

Shakily Mabel ate the bite she was given, but it burned and made her cough roughly. Ford rubbed her back and stirred the soup to cool it down a little. “That's it, easy does it. There we go, I’m sorry, sweetie.”

The second time was the charm; Mabel was able to swallow a second spoonful of warm soup no problem. She actually made a weak smile, then muttered to Ford, “Thanks Daddy,” and coughed roughly into her quilt. She patiently waited for her next spoonful, unaware of what she had done to Ford.

She had said it so innocently, so quietly… Was it possible, that in her weakened state, Mabel thought she was back home with her father? Even though she seemed out of it, she did seem aware of where they were; a few minutes ago, when Ford was making the soup, she had asked if the sheep were put away. And she had thanked Ford for making the soup when he first started on dinner. So, maybe, there was a small possibility that Mabel knew exactly who she was talking to, and she articulated with a title that felt fitting to her.

Ford smiled with a bit lip and held out the spoon filled with soup for her. “Y-You’re welcome.”

He smiled sympathetically as she sniffed again, her poor sinuses turned against her. But then she sniffed again, louder, and Ford began to notice it sounded different…

He also began to notice he was sore. And lying down. And wrapped up, like he was tucked in for bed.

Ford was pulled from his dreams and was sluggishly half-awake, his eyes still closed, and he bought his body some time to gather some strength by paying attention to his blind surroundings.

He could hear and feel a fire going. He was lying in a sleeping bag on the ground, and he could tell there were other things keeping him warm and wrapped up. Some damp cloth was on his forehead. And he could hear crying.

Ford forced his eyes open slowly and he discovered someone had taken his glasses off. He forced himself to work with his blurry vision and he sat up a little, leaning on his arm for support in search of his niece. She sat a few feet away, in a tight bundle. If Ford had to guess, she was hugging her knees and hiding her face in her arms and knees. “Mabel…”

She lifted her head up quickly, but then hid her face again, looking away from him and wiping her face dry with the sleeves of her coat.

“Hey, no,” Ford said softly, taking the damp cloth off his forehead. “None of that, you don’t ever have to hide anything from me. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“N-No,” Mabel cleared her throat and finally turned to look at him; he was a little disheartened to see her trying to smile and still hide what was bothering her. “I’m okay. H-How do you feel? Tea is almost ready.” And she scooted closer to the fire on her knees to check on the teapot.

Ford sighed tiredly, his lips tight to try to keep her from hearing it. “Mabel…”

“Oh, here!” Mabel reached into a pocket of her uncle’s backpack and pulled out his glasses for him. “I thought I’d better take them off you so your face wouldn’t hurt.”

Ford smiled and accepted the visual aid. “Ah, thank you.” He slipped his glasses on and more clues came to his senses.

They were in the middle of the desert. Well, not entirely in the middle, it looked like there was a jungle a few yards behind them. Ford had also been blanketed with sweaters for extra warmth in the cold desert night. Everything seemed well in order and normal, except when Ford looked at his poor little girl. Her hair was a mess, frizzled and… Ford recognized that hairstyle. His hair often looked like that after he grabbed at it too roughly and tried to pull his hair out. There were dark circles under her eyes, eyes that didn’t sparkle. That legitimately scared Ford.

“Mabel…”

“Good! Tea is ready.” Mabel turned away from him again, refusing to look at him as she pulled out a cup for her uncle and poured him some hot drink. “Here, it’ll make you feel better.”

Ford accepted the drink and sat up fully. “Thank you.” He sipped it and watched Mabel carefully. She didn’t pour herself a cup. Or bring out the water canteen for something else to drink. Instead she held her knees and watched the fire dance. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was alright, but she beat him to it.

“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? H-How’s your neck?”

“My neck?” Ford touched his throat, a bit confused, and answered, “I feel fine. Nothing hurts. Why?”

“We were ambushed. You got shot. You… You had a bad fever and wouldn’t wake up.” Mabel, still refusing to look at him, held out a dart to him that had been lying on the sand. “Here. I thought you might wanna study it.”

Ford adjusted his glasses and held the dart. It was quite long, but very skinny, and it had a red bull point at the top, like a sewing needle, but Ford recognized the dart. “Interesting. These are Hummie darts. They’re sold through the dimensions, they’re very useful for bounty hunting. See, the top here is filled with poison, just enough to render the body useless and to also hypnotize the target in a deep, dream-filled sleep. Oftentimes the dreams are the victim’s happiest memories or goals, so they won’t try to wake up. It’s also very fascinating because the side-effects are next to none, this makes these darts ideal if you want to bring someone in for questioning or for next-to-perfect condition.”

But Mabel wasn’t listening. Her eyes were still on the fire, she was still holding her knees, but her mind was elsewhere. Ford watched her mournfully and tried to remember what had happened.

Oh. Right.

They were in a different dimension than this one. They had been laughing and playing in the woods, unaware of who they were attracting. By the time Ford hoisted a laughing girl on his shoulders, a dart barely missed him and it hit a tree, causing him to run while Mabel shot pop-rocks with her slingshot. Ford can now remember feeling a tiny prick by his neck. He had hoped Mabel had accidentally pinched or pulled some skin on his neck, but she was horrified to have let a dart get past her. Ford managed to stop running and put Mabel down safely, shaking his head and even slapping himself to try to stay awake and attentive, but just as he was sharing a plan with her, he fell on his knees and collapsed into the grass, the last thing he heard was Mabel’s desperate please to be okay. Not to stay awake, not to help, but to be okay.

Ford put the dart and his tea down on the ground. “Oh, Mabel… You were amazing. Absolutely amazing! You saved us. You saved my life.”

“M-Maybe if I hadn’t asked you to play with me…”

“They were relentless. I’m glad we had fun and played.”

Mabel held herself tighter and turned her head away so it was out of sight. That broke Ford’s heart. What he wouldn’t give for her to just look at him. Had he done something? Had he scared her? He had heard that while under the influence of the Hammie darts, the body is as useless as a ragdoll, but… Oh. Maybe that had scared her. Mabel had no way of knowing what the darts did, she had no idea what kind of poison they were filled with. Did she refuse to look at Ford because when she did all she saw was the shadow of a dead man?

“Mabel,” Ford croaked longingly, and he opened his arms. “Please come here.”

Mabel was trembling. She sniffed again and swallowed a sob down.

She was a Pines, after all. She was going to be stubborn. So Ford scooted himself and the sleeping bag and pile of sweaters. He carefully began to scoop her up, but she finally broke and turned and hugged him around the neck, sobbing into his shoulder and allowing him to hold her close and burrow her in his arms and sweaters and sleeping bag.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright now.” Ford petted her hair and closed his eyes, giving everything he had into making her feel better. “I’m okay, I swear. You did an incredible job.”

“I thought… I thought…” Mabel croaked and swallowed to try to communicate better. “Y-Your eyes… they rolled! Into… y-y-you looked d…” And she choked and sobbed and held him so tightly her fingers ached, but she didn’t care.

Now Ford had never heard of that side-effect before. “Oh, Mabel, honey…”

“I k-k-know you’re okay now… I know… but I th-th-thought I was g-gonna lose you!” Mabel cried out, her throat sounding like it was going to tear in half.

“I’m sorry…” Ford cooed to her and adjusted her so she laid by his heart and he felt her hands. Holy Moses, she was so cold. “I’m so sorry. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I love my little starshine too much to be anywhere else.”

Mable hiccuped a weak giggle and she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. “I love you, too, D-Grunkle Ford.”

Yup. Ford wasn’t shedding tears alongside her. No. A raindrop must have fallen on his cheek. On a cloudless night. Yeah, that was it.

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #drifting stars au #fanfiction #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #clownwry #gift

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myelocin · 3 years ago

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tomato sauce for hello, and mornings for i love you

synopsis: “you are the who, love is the what, and this is the why.”

genre: fluff | wc: 2,300+

characters: konoha akinori

this is why i need you | jesse ruben

a/n: HALLOW??? HALLOWWW?????? @gg9183 MY ANGEL MY LOVE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO U we will ignore the fact that i am late i meant to post this yst but my laptop updated and i didnt save a fat chunk of this LOL. (speech aside) i love you. konoha loves u. i’m in this corner of the world blowing a candle for u and cheering u on always. happy birthday my best girl <3

It’s a good day to love you today.

Konoha’s up by seven, then at the grocery store by seven forty-five. A quick breakfast in the car: just a bottle of orange juice and a bag of chips that he just knows you’ll scold him for.

Pick up the balloons after heading to the bakery, then finding a way to somehow sneak all of what he has prepared in the house before you wake up. He smiles, delighting in the thought of another year with you.

Three birthdays together, a little apartment situated close to the city, and a multitude of inside jokes that would piss off Bokuto on the days he feels excluded. You snicker with him when he whispers his commentary towards you in the theaters, and he’ll do the same when you critique how the popcorn tastes that day.

There’s a lot of unknowns that balance what keeps the joy afloat, he thinks. He doesn’t know what to say when calling the doctor for his yearly checkup, and he doesn’t know how to counter the what-if scenarios the two of you usually talk about.

Sitting in his car, he chuckles. The rush hour of the morning borders unforgivable today, and while he could have sat still in his car, grumbling about the inconvenience, he settles for huffing towards it instead—defining factors like that as one of the inevitables in life.

So he thinks of you.

He left the house a little before sunrise, with you still asleep in bed. On the left side, wrapped in 75% of the blankets, with the plush cradled in between your arms. Some days he regrets winning that for you. While you said the expression on the hamster’s face mirrors his when he’s coming home from a rough day at work, it’s also the same plush that’s usually sandwiched in-between the two of you every time he tries to hold you at night.

Some days it’s like that, but today, he’s thankful it’s there to keep you company while he’s out here.

He’s always heard about the things people do for love, and while in the beginning he was never one to believe in its influence, as he catches a glimpse of himself on the rearview mirror, he laughs. There’s at least ten paper bags from the grocery store—all of which are meant just for breakfast, and a box with the god-awful hot pink wrapping paper he couldn’t have changed at the very last minute.

It’ll have to make do, he supposes. Slip ups happen sometimes, and in love, perfection is only a far-fetched dream.

In youth, love is make believe. Love is the ice cream truck that passed by his street every afternoon, and the coins his mother would leave out on the kitchen table for him just enough to treat himself. Love is the stories and the idea that he’d find a hand to hold and squeeze tight, even if all the boys in class would roll their eyes and stay away from the cooties.

Love is good.

Then as it stays good, love becomes great.

He learns of that the second he turned twenty and met you on aisle three of the grocery store at 2 in the morning. Pyjama bottoms, hair in a bun, and you’re squinting at the labels—trying to decide whether to get chocolate or vanilla for the frosting.

He said his hello then, because love at that time was also the three second push that came into his life as a show of brevity.

Konoha eases off the brakes, letting the car roll for a good couple of meters before slowly coming into a stop again—the traffic still present.

With a sigh, he resorts to tapping on the steering wheel and reliving through the memories again. He had no game then, he realizes. He approached you with half of the pickup line he plucked from reddit jumbled up as he said it, and he had a tomato sauce stain on his shirt.

Now that he thinks about it, he looked a little sleazy.

But the world has its ways of redefining what it means to be perfect, he supposes. What happened after was you turned your head, two tubs of frosting on either of your hands, and a smile already cracking its way through the prior confusion on your face.

And shit, he remembers, that’s all it took for him to realize that perhaps this is what they mean about the great that comes with the redefinition of love.

From then, you became a fixture of his every day. Three years since tomato sauce stains and your icing dilemma, he still learns more and more about you, finding home and falling in love as the days go by.

So today is a good day to love you.

Your third birthday you’re celebrating with him, and he’s in his car crawling his way through the traffic with a jar of tomato sauce and two kinds of canned icing in the paperbags in the back seat just to commemorate the first hello.

Tapping his finger against the steering wheel, he smiles. There’s a comfort in knowing that you’re headed home. Back to you, back to love.

He hopes that god awful plush is keeping you warm, Konoha thinks with a smile. Then with a laugh, he steps his foot off the brakes again, the world letting what’s there flow as motion comes once more and eases him into the road that brings him closer to you.

An hour later, he’s trudging up the stairs.

To be fair, in the parking lot he did try to think of at least a speech to present to you. Perhaps the classic ‘I love you, babe. Happy birthday,’ followed by a suave look, a bouquet of flowers, and breakfast in bed. He smirks, knowing even though blunt sentimentality has never been you nor his’ style when it comes to communication, you always had a soft spot for the moments where he did remind you that his love will always have the intention to stay.

Staring infront of the door, all it takes to put himself together is a deep breath, an honest smile, and just like that, he’s good to go.

Cake in hand and the strings to the balloon pinched in between his fingers, he nudges the door open, trying to be quiet as he cranes his neck and listens for noise inside the house. Delighting in the silence, he makes his way in, careful so he doesn’t disturb the peace.

Mornings have always been easy with you.

You wake up around the same time as he does, and breakfast is always shared at a table for two. Easy conversation, sleepy smiles, and little chuckles sprinkled before the beginning of the day is kickstarted.

Konoha smiles. There’s a cake with a smiley face iced in the center and a bouquet with all your favorite blooms in tow. A whole lot of love is the product of the bits built one on top of the other from the everyday that remains his—though it’s as much as yours too.

There’s love found in home, three years shown within, and the subtle promise of a lifetime in the presence that stays.

“You know,” a voice jolts him. Konoha, wide eyed, turns towards the kitchen, quickly spotting you.

You’re sat in your usual spot by the window, a bowl of cereal in front of you, and his hoodie wrapped around your frame. You smirk at him, spoon in hand, eyes to him. “If you’re going to surprise me, you could have probably pulled it off if you didn’t have a whole concert in the shower.”

His tongue pokes his cheek, the red on his face displayed in full colors because of how bright the morning is. “Last night you said you were sleeping in, so I figured you’d be knocked the fuck out till 10 or something.”

“That was the plan,” you laugh, shifting your eyes back down to your breakfast and scooping up a bite.

You hear a huff, then when you turn to him, you smile again. Konoha’s standing a little awkwardly in the middle of the living room now. His Donald Duck house slippers on, and his socks aren’t even matching. On top of the paper bags on the table, he’s still trying his hand at balancing the cake, bouquet, and strings from the balloon in his hand.

He’s looking at anywhere but towards you.

Laughing softly under your breath, you throw him a lifeline. “Want me to turn around and have you clean up your entrance so that I can pretend to be surprised when you say happy birthday?”

When you look back up, he’s already made it halfway across the living room, just now stepping into the kitchen to plop down on the seat in front of you. Puffing his cheeks, he sets the boxes down on the clear end of the table and leans forward. Meeting him halfway, you smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple.

In laughter, he eases into love. “Happy birthday,” he smiles.

Smiling along with him, you hold out the spoonful you meant to give to yourself in offering towards him. “Morning.”

Even though he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t pull off the surprise, the smile on his face is still cheeky when he faces you. Mornings are easy, he thinks again, because love is.

“I can still cook for you,” he offers, taking the fork from your hand and reaching in the bowl to pick at the bits of fruit instead of the actual cereal.

You quirk a brow in his direction. “By that do you mean you’ll just plate the takeout you got and hide the boxes so you can tell me you cooked for me?”

“Will that impress you?” Konoha laughs, the smile on his face easy.

“Depends,” you shrug. “What kinda takeout did you get?” Peering into the boxes he tries to shield with his body, he eventually moves away with a laugh when you swat him on the shoulder and poke him to the side. “Was anything even open this early?”

He points the fork with the slice of strawberry in your direction, his face smug. “I ordered in advance.”

Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward and take a bite, laughing when he gives you a look for biting the piece you don’t doubt he’s been eyeing for a while now.

You snort, recalling the memory of him hunched over the desk the other night, shooing you away everytime you’d enter the room. “Tell me you didn’t bother that poor auntie at 11 in the evening just for this?”

He looks away, eyes closed. “I’m a resourceful man.”

“She’s in her sixties and 11 is probably three hours past her bedtime!” you laugh.

Konoha looks at you anyway, smiling. “But are you happy I got you your pastries?”

Eyeing the box, it doesn’t take much for love to resettle into peace again, your joy quickly mirroring his. “You drove all the way there for me?”

“Always for you,” he responds, like it’s the most obvious thing.

You reach forward and pinch his cheek, finding love in the silly bits of him too. “But you always complain about how annoying it is to drive this early in the morning. I know rush hour’s a bitch,” you try to reason.

He shakes his head. “I know. But it’s your day.”

“You drove there last week too when I was craving,” you mutter. Konoha crosses his arms one over the other, and leans his head against it down on the table. Looking through his lashes and up at you, he beams. “That’s because I love you.”

Poking through a bigger piece of fruit from your bowl, you bring the fork towards him, until it’s just barely poking at his lips. “You know, you’re really sweet when you’re decided.”

Accepting the strawberry, Konoha suppresses a chuckle. “I’m always decided when it comes to you, what do you mean?”

Shrugging, you sift through the contents of your bowl, looking for more slices of fruit. You’ll add more next time, you note in the back of your mind. He smiled more when he ate the strawberries instead of the initial blueberry.

“I also got tomato sauce and icing,” he admits, tilting his head to the paper bags still on the coffee table in the living room. “To commemorate hello.”

“So you’re a poet now, I see,” you tease.

“I can be a lot of things in this life.”

You tilt your head. “Like?”

“I’ll tell you once I think about more things that impress you the most.”

You smile. “Just be Akinori.”

He smiles again, love written along the peace in his expression. “Deal.”

“It’s nice to be loved,” you tell him, eyeing the bouquet with the blooms and the cake with the smiley face peeking through the window of the box.

“Because I love you, that’s why,” he replies.

Morning is easy.

A table for two, light conversation, and a history lived and loved even though silence tends to resettle in the room from time to time. Memory relished through love and the flow of the day nurturing enough for him to delight in the moment and feel at ease because this is the kind of love that’s meant to stay kind for a lifetime.

“Happy birthday,” he smiles, and when you look at him, he thanks his lucky stars for that three second rush of brevity that pushed him to begin love with a hello.

ily always <3

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writingsnmusings · 4 years ago

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Fluffy A-Z Headcanons

pairing: marcus moreno x reader

summary: title gives it away :)

a/n: here’s my pedro masterlist

Affection - What are those little things they do to show you that they love you?

Marcus’ love language is definitely acts of service. He thrives off of making your life easier/better in any way possible. It’s the little things like having your cup of coffee ready in the morning to making sure to buy your favorite snacks at the grocery store. You never feel unloved in your relationship.

Birthday - What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?

Him and Missy have a little tradition of breakfast in bed so that is still in place once you become apart of the family. You’re woken up to him placing a tray of your favorite food on your lap with Missy holding a happy birthday balloon and a small bouquet of flowers.

His ideal birthday would be spending the day with his two favorite girls. You three head to his favorite breakfast spot then back home to open gifts. The day is spent doing whatever he chooses as he is the birthday boy.

Marcus is surprisingly good at gift giving. He’s a very good listener, even more so getting closer to your birthday. He’s all ears when you talk about what things you’ve been wanting.

Cuddles - Do they like to cuddle? Big spoon or little spoon?

He tends to get cuddlier at night right before bed and when he’s extremely tired. That’s not to say he won’t cuddle on the couch during movie night, he just won’t initiate it like in bed.

He’s usually the big spoon, he loves having you wrapped in his arms. There are nights though where he just needs to be held and you’re more than happy to oblige.

Dating - What are they like on the first date? And those after that?

Marcus was nervous as hell on your first date. It was just a simple dinner date at a nicer restaurant downtown. Missy likes to joke that he changed his tie about four times before leaving the house that night. He stuttered and apologized the whole first half before you laid your hand on his and told him to relax.

After your second date was when he finally let his true personality come out. The witty and charming Marcus Moreno was all you got from then on.

Evolution - How fast does your relationship evolve? Weeks, months, years?

It was slower than most of your relationships and you knew a big part of that was because he had Missy. He didn’t want to rush into it and something go wrong. It was at the three month mark when you finally met her and you didn’t officially move in with them till almost two years into your relationship.

Flirting - Do they flirt a lot?

Yes and no. When you first got together he was a bit awkward with the flirting, not wanting to cross a line and come off too aggressive. You were the one to make the first move, but once he knew you were into him, he wouldn’t stop. Touching and kissing constantly, giving you compliments every chance he could.

Generosity - When they’re with you, is it about you or them?

About you, definitely. He couldn’t care less about himself if you’re in his sight.

Honey - Do they use pet names? What’s their favorite for you and for themselves?

Pet names come so natural to him, he didn’t even realize he began calling you something other than your name.

He’s particularly fond of calling you ‘mi cariño’ (my love). You stick to the simple ‘baby’ as he blushed madly when you first called him that. He still does btw.

Isolation - How do they react when they’re away from you?

Marcus doesn’t like to think of himself as a needy type of partner, but he is. He can usually keep himself busy with Heroic stuff and Missy when you’re away, but once that’s all done he just mopes. He’ll send you a few ‘i miss you’ texts and begins asking when you’re coming home. You went on a work trip for 4 days and you had Missy texting and begging for you to go home by the second afternoon.

Jealousy - Are they the jealous type? How do they react if you’re jealous?

At the beginning of your relationship, yes. You’d gone to meet his fellow Heroics and when Miracle Guy wouldn’t stop complimenting you, Marcus had to take more than a few deep breaths to calm himself.

He’s confused at first, why are you glaring at the waitress? It’s not till said waitress lays a hand on his shoulder when passing your table that he understands your mood change. He simply reaches over and grabs your hand in his and gives you a look that relaxes you. “How unprofessional of her right?”

Kisses - Lots of them? What about the first kiss?

Yes. He’s always kissing your cheek or forehead in passing, just a little reminder of his love. He always kisses your forehead when he gets up in the morning, you’re still deep in sleep as he sets the coffee pot and starts his day.

Your first kiss was after your second date. You had to make the first move as he was still too shy at that point. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he wanted to kiss you, you just knew he wouldn’t yet. You two stood outside your apartment, talking about how good the movie was. Marcus had said goodnight and turned around, but you were quick to grab his arm and turn him back to you. Once your lips met, he was hooked.

Light up - What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?

Dinner is usually your job as Marcus can’t crack an egg without getting shells in the mix, but when he notices the way your shoulders slump and how tired your eyes look; he’s able to whip something together. He’ll run a bath for you too, pulling out your essential oils and bubble baths, everything he knows that’ll help you lighten up.

Marcus is always stressed, whether he shows it or not. If it’s not Heroic problems, it’s something of his own mind that has him troubled. You knew when it’s gotten too much for him when he can hardly focus, you’ll have called his name three times and he’s barely glanced your way. You’ll take some time to pull him away from whatever’s got him busy and just sit down and talk. Once you get him started, he won’t stop. Sometimes he just needs to vent and get everything out.

Mommy - How do they react to parenthood?

Well he has Missy and from what you can tell, he’s done an amazing job with her. He’s brought up having more children with you and you can’t wait.

Nurse - How do they take care of you when you’re sick? How do they behave when they’re sick?

He’s had a lot of practice taking care of the sick, with Missy and all so he’s pretty good. He’s very strict though, writing down what time your meds need to be taken and making sure you don’t miss any dosages. If you’re squirmy with medication he’ll make it his mission to make it as painless and quick as possible.

He’s so stubborn. Refusing to even admit that he’s sick. He’ll be coughing, sneezing and sniffling and even running a fever and he’ll swat away your helping hands. It takes you and Missy lovingly bullying him into resting for at least a day and taking medication.

Orange - What color reminds them of their other half?

The color yellow reminds him of you. Sunshine and sunflowers; everything bright reminds him of your smile and personality.

Brown is his color to you. You say it’s because of his deep brown eyes that hold so much sincerity and warmth. He always makes you feel safe and cared for.

Partners - Are they looking for flings, one night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you?

Neither of you were looking for anything serious when you started going out. Of course you wanted more and thankfully so did he. The way you care so deeply about everything and everyone and how you’re so patient and sweet with Missy is what made him fall head over heels.

Quarrels - How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you do to make them forgive you?

Fights with Marcus are far and few between, there isn’t much that you two disagree on. If it does get to that point though, the arguments are never loud or with nasty words. They're hushed, usually in the kitchen late at night or in his office. He sighs a lot and you mumble under your breath.

Marcus straight up apologizes, he hates seeing the tears in your eyes and how you keep your distance from him. You’re not so good with words so your actions speak for you. If he’s working late, you’ll keep his cup full of hot coffee and make him his favorite snack. You’ll even come up behind him and rub his shoulders, leaving kisses on his neck and cheek. The night always ends with an ‘i love you’, no matter what.

Rainy day - What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Absolutely nothing. Marcus will try to work in his home office while you clean up the house and Missy locks herself away in her room, but the soft patter of the rain and the gloomy overcast makes him lose concentration.

He’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing and make you sit outside on the porch swing with him, just watching the rain fall. He finds it very relaxing and therapeutic.

Secrets - Do they keep secrets from you and how do they react when they learn you’ve been keeping secrets from them?

No, not really. For being as shy as he was in the beginning, Marcus is kind of an open book. He talks a lot once he’s comfortable so he just spills everything to you. The man can’t keep secrets to save his life.

He’ll be hurt at first, wondering why you just didn’t tell him what you’d been keeping. He’d rack his brain, questioning if you really trust him or not. In the end, you explain why you kept the secret and he forgives you without question.

Tease - Do they like to tease you? How much humor is there in your relationship?

Absolutely. He teases you in every way he can, honestly. He is very much a kid at heart so he loves teasing you in the most innocent ways. Also, loves you teasing you in not so innocent ways.

U-turns - What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way? (What scares them off?)

Missy not liking you. That was the one thing that made or broke your relationship. She’s the most important thing in his life and you completely understood that.

Voicing - How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time?

It’s a little hard. Marcus is open about a lot of things, his own emotions and feelings though, are a different story. It was obvious he was into you, there was no doubt about that. He just found it hard to move onto another woman after losing his wife. He didn’t think he was ever going to find that kind of love again and then he did with you. It’s right before he asks you to move in with him that he says the three little words.

You two are at your place for a movie night and just as you sit down next to him with a bowl of popcorn on your lap, he blurts it out. You’re a little in shock due to his poor timing, but immediately say it back once you see the panicked expression on his face.

Waking up - What's it like to wake up by their side?

Marcus is a difficult sleeper. Moving around constantly, stealing blankets, snoring, the works. It takes him a while to actually fall asleep cause his mind is always nonstop. He always wakes up before you though.

He’ll stare at you for a few, just admiring how peaceful you look before waking you up with soft kisses. You’ll feel yourself being pulled towards him and his lips on your forehead, cheek, then just next to your mouth. He is a tease after all. Waking up in your husbands arms is always amazing.

Xylophone - What's your song?

Say you won’t let go - James Arthur

“I knew i loved you then, but you’d never know cause i played it cool when i was scared of letting go. I know i needed you, but i never showed, i wanna stay with you till we’re grey and old.”

Yielding - What do you have to do to convince them to do what you want?

Just look at him. One look from you and he’s putty in your hands. It doesn’t take much honestly, Marcus can never say no to you.

Zoo - Could they have a pet with you? If so, what kind?

Yeah, probably. He never had time for a pet with being a Heroic and bustling Missy to school and extracurriculars, but now that he’s slowed down and has his little family in order it’s possible. A cat would suit your home, they’re low maintenance yet just the right type of needy.

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #fluffy a-z #fluffy alphabet #my writings

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brandstifter-sys · 4 years ago

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November 1st

@dukexietyweek Day 8 - Holidays

Word Count: 1452 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Patton

Rating: T

Warnings: Innuendo, mild religion mention, nudity mention

Halloween is over and Virgil is not looking forward to the Christmas overload. Fortunately his crush has just the gift to give him, even if it's early

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November 1st was always a sad day for Virgil. Not only was his favorite holiday over, but the Christmas season was getting revved up at an alarming rate. He didn't want the snow or the forced family interactions. He didn't want to make cookies or sing carols or pretend that there was no religious significance to any of it.

Virgil sat on the staircase and stared in silence as his landlord, Patton, skipped about the front room, swapping out his usual knick-knack frogs for snowmen and Santa Clauses. All of the orange, purple, and black curtains and pillows were already put away and swapped for red, green, and gold.

He got up and made his way down to the first floor, dressed in his uniform to sell the same kind of decorations and seasonal junk that Patton loved.

"Hey there kiddo!" Patton greeted him, "Have a good day at work!" He didn't seem to notice that Virgil was forcing himself to keep from frowning.

"It's retail, Pat, I'm aiming for just okay,"

"Well if you have time, can you tear apart the clearance section for me? I'll pay you back or take it off your rent."

"Yeah, I can do that, Pat, I'll see you later."

"Bye! Oh and my cousins are coming back tonight—they know to stay out of your room."

"Alright, Pat, I gotta go," Virgil said with a wave and left. He was not going to have a good day and it would only be worse with Roman and Remus around—two handsome men who needed constant attention like them meant no time to breathe, and no chance for his heart rate to drop.

Virgil got home from work with the weight of the world on his back. It was far too early to start with the Christmas stuff, but there were plenty of people who disagreed. At least he could get to the clearance area and buy the remains of his treasured holiday for Patton, mostly—there was a travel mug covered in spiderwebs he got for himself.

He placed the bags for Patton on the couch before heading straight to the shower. He needed that reprieve, especially when he saw the twins' car in the driveway. Patton wasn't home so they would latch onto him if he wasn't careful.

"Hey Virgey!" Remus greeted him as he rushed past his room, only for Virgil to lock himself in the bathroom and turn on the water. Remus shrugged and used the opportunity to strike.

Virgil didn't always take that long to shower, but he was sad and tired and his back hurt. It just felt too good under that warm stream. But even the nicest showers had to end, so he reluctantly got out, dried, and wrapped a towel around his waist.

But when he closed the door to his room and turned on the lights, his jaw dropped with his towel. His curtains had fake webs all over them and strings of purple and orange lights crisscrossed the ceiling. There were bats and skeleton stickies on the walls, and a rug covered in fake blood. But the Halloween decorations weren't the only things—a trashy little imp was lounging on his bed in a flowing black dress with a present next to him.

"Well hello there!" Remus grinned and wiggled his fingers, "I wasn't expecting to see this much of you, but I'm not complaining!" Virgil yelped and covered his nethers.

"What are you doing in my room?!"

"I thought I'd freshen up the place before I give you your present! I already got my present!" Remus grinned. Virgil rolled his eyes and inched toward his dresser, not ready to give Remus a look at the other side.

"Christmas isn't for like two months. Neither is my birthday," he said as he pulled out a pair of pajama pants.

"Yeah, but it's only one month til Chanukah, but I think you might want this before then!—And no it's not boxers before you ask!" Remus replied and eyed Virgil as he sacrificed his cover to put on those pants.

"That would give you a reason to complain," Virgil scoffed and pulled out a tee shirt. He didn't look at Remus while he put on deodorant and put his shirt on.

"I mean, if I had a shot at getting in your pants, it would!" Remus laughed, "You're so immune to my charm it doesn't matter!"

"Remus," Virgil sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He was not at all immune to this man's charm, far from it. He was supportive and fun, charming and sweet, macabre and handsome—like a grimy Gomez Addams. Virgil wanted to be on the receiving end of his affections, but Remus was out of his league.

"Open your present, Scare Bear!" Remus said loudly and shoved the box into his hands. Since it didn't have any leaks and it didn't stink, Virgil reluctantly took off the bow and pulled the lid off the box. He looked inside and gasped.

"Yeah, I didn't think you had one and I know Pat wouldn't think of it, so I thought you might like one that's a little more stylized," Remus said and rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Remus," Virgil said as he pulled the gift from the box. It was a nine-candle menorah with skull-shaped candle holders and spider web supports on either side. There was also a package of purple candles in the box but Virgil was too awestruck to pay them any mind.

"Is it too sacrelig?" Remus asked, as if he didn't wear inverted crosses and pentagrams with rams' heads all the time.

"I'm not orthodox about it, and my brother has one shaped like a t-rex, so for me, no it's not. I'm just—where did you get this?"

"I made it! I thought you should have one that matches your style! Do you like it?" Remus said and bit his lip. He really wanted to give Virgil something he would love with all the love he wouldn't ever want to give Remus.

"You made this? Remus this is incredible! No one ever thought to give me anything for Chanukah—no goyim at least—let alone make it themself!" Virgil gasped and reverently placed the gift back in the box. He set it on the nightstand and let out a shuddering breath. He was not about to cry in front of Remus.

"Virgil," Remus said and leaned forward, gently grabbing his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"I'm constantly surrounded by Christianity, and the obnoxious Christmas stuff is going on at work—and you gave me a custom menorah. I'm so happy I could kiss you right now!"

"You can if you want to stoop that low, I won't stop you!" Remus giggled. Virgil pouted and glanced back at Remus.

"Stoop that low? Me? You'd be the one downgrading. You're thoughtful and sweet and fun, you could do so much better than me."

"Nah, you forget that I am a macabre bastard with impulsive tendencies and a knack for causing trouble! You're one of the most patient people I know—you listen to me and you get me. I would kill to be your boyfriend! You're witty and chill and hot and you're hu—"

"Shut up a sec," Virgil cut him off, "You want that? To be my boyfriend?"

"Yep!" Remus beamed, only to let his smile falter. He was not ready to face rejection.

"Then scoot over," Virgil said and flopped on his side, "I'm tired and you're on teddy bear duty."

"Teddy bear duty?" Remus asked dumbly and got up. Virgil awkwardly forced his sheets and blanket down from under him and huffed.

"Spooning, duh. I'm exhausted and I want to cuddle my boyfriend."

"Can I switch out of this dress? It didn't seduce you and it's not comfy," Remus asked.

"Yeah, but you lose your boyfriend status if you don't come back," Virgil huffed and closed his eyes. He swore he heard Remus squealing all the way to his room.

Not even five minutes later, Remus burst in wearing sweats and a tee shirt. He turned off the lights and crawled into bed next to Virgil, who looked like he was asleep.

"I guess you're stuck with me til morning," Remus giggled and kissed his nose. Virgil grunted and grabbed him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Work on your aim, Pup," he grumbled and pulled Remus to his chest. Remus giggled and curled up to him, looking up at his face as he drifted off.

"Happy Halloween 2: When Remus is your beau," he whispered, only to hear snoring coming from the emo. He closed his eyes and let Virgil's warmth lull him into dreamland as well.

#remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #patton sanders #jewish!virgil #nudity mention tw #sex mention tw #dukexietyweek2021 #sandyscribed

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