#I don’t buy it regardless of what the games say. as far as im concerned I say pre-war food that’s still edible is a rare find

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

🍓 for Sol?

[Give me a: 🍓 and one of my OCs, and i’ll tell you some random facts about said OC]

His favorite color is red but he doesn’t tend to wear it much because of the associations. Still, he often has little red accents in his outfits (shirt collar, socks, etc)

Has a fear of drowning. An event pre-Goodsprings left him with reoccurring nightmares of drowning so now he avoids swimming at all costs and won’t go into water past about waist height (though he doesn’t mind boats too much)

While he has learned to stomach most foods for the sake of survival, he’s a picky eater when he has the luxury to choose his food. Texture is the biggest consideration and the most likely to make him literally unable to eat something. He tends to prefer prepackaged snacks, especially those made post-war (because let’s face it, pre-war food has to be stale as hell by now and I’m sure the NCR and other folks are making packaged and preserved foods)

[all-things-mlqc]

The five boys react to an overweight MC that works as a nutritionist but struggles a lot to lose weight? It might be strange but it happens sometimes. PLEASE!!! Btw, I love your work❤️

This was really fun to write about. Knowing that these guys are so supportive of MC and want to help her in any way possible with whatever she’s struggling with is just so sweet. 

Thank you for the love and support as well! 😭 I’m usually just memeing it up out here so writing HCs is very new for me but your support helps so much! I did meme a lot while writing this as well because what’s life without memes, so you can find all of my inner thoughts crossed out~ Hope you enjoy!

HC below the cut~

Gavin:

Gavin loves and supports MC through everything. He’s constantly watching and confronts her whenever he believes something is wrong.

After noticing her sulking at herself in the mirror, he asks what’s troubling her.

“Nothing really! You don’t need to worry about me.”

She gives him a small smile and turns away from the mirror.

He figured it had something to do with her figure given the way she was looking at herself.

He remembered her mentioning how even though she’s a nutritionist, she still struggled with her own weight.

She didn’t seem all that down back when mentioning it, but the expression she had in the mirror said otherwise.

He stood up from the sofa and asked if she wanted to go with him during his morning jog.

“Why would you want me to do that? I’d only slow you down.”

Gavin: I don’t mind. If it’ll help, then I’ll do anything I can.

This man isn’t one for small talk. He gets straight to the point. He observes, finds the problem and seeks out a solution. There was no need for MC to confirm his suspicions about wanting to lose weight; It was all in her expression.

“I don’t really want you to go out of your way for me... Besides, it’s important you don’t slack off with your training.”

Gavin: I wouldn’t be slacking off. Training with you would only make me work harder.

A NATURAL ROMANTIC BUT ALSO A FUCKING MORON WHO GAVE HER A BLOOD SOAKED LETTER. IM GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YA DUMBASS

MC takes up on Gavin’s offer considering how adamant he was. He also didn’t seem concerned in the slightest about MC being a burden BECAUSE SHES LITERALLY THE LIGHT IN HIS LIFE AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER

After they go jogging, they stop for a healthy meal of MCs choice because Gavin doesn’t know what food is. Have you seen his kitchen? INSTA NOODLES EVERYWHERE. Boy is literally the type to throw a lunchables on the dinner table and give thanks for his beloved meal. Omg nononono I’m thinking of all these sad things now about how Gavin was literally homeless for a while as a kid so he probably just got used to eating something small and simple every day. BYE IMMA GO CRY NOW

While eating, Gavin comes up with a few more ideas to help and offers to take her to his gym every other day.

They come up with a plausible schedule that could seem efficient to MC’s wish of losing weight.

This also gives MC the chance to make sure Gavin is taking care of himself as well.

Kiro:

Kiro and MC meet up when he finally has free time and manages to escape from Savin.

Like their normal days together, they end up walking around Loveland City, going to some sightseeing locations. They just enjoy each other’s company.

When stopping to buy a snack, Kiro grabs two bags of chips and beams up at MC only to see her forced smile. He immediately gets concerned given how positive she always is.

Kiro: Are you ok? What’s on your mind?

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just trying to narrow down on the amount of junk food I eat.”

Kiro: Why is that? You’ve always told me to live to the fullest.

“Well... I’m trying to lose some weight but it seems more problematic than I had originally thought.”

With MC looking ashamed of how little progress she has made thus far, Kiro places both bags back on the shelf with a bright smile.

Kiro: Well if we both work together then there’s no chance we could lose this fight! Besides, Savin has been at my throat lately considering the mount of junk food I’ve been eating recently too.

“Kiro...”

MC stared at Kiro, dumbfounded, who seemed so positive. This gave MC a boost of confidence, herself.

She quietly thanked him while giving him a genuine smile.

They spent the whole day doing fun activities. In a way, this was part of Kiro’s plan to help MC. He knew how much this mattered to her so he wanted to keep a smile on her face while secretly help her from the shadows.

It’s honestly what he does best. It’s hard to tell in the game since we don’t get to see every expression he makes or how he reacts to things, but take a good look at his reactions in the anime. You can see how serious he really is behind his happy facade.

He continues to silently help her every time they spend time together as well as send her encouraging texts and reminders.

Nobody is more positive and encouraging than Kiro~

Lucien:

Lucien knows everything nutritionists know, let’s be real. This man was a child prodigy who skipped half of his school life, going straight to college.

He knows EXACTLY what MC needs. The one problem is, so does MC.

She knows what she needs to do but doesn’t have the kind of support she needs. She easily becomes discouraged when things don’t work out after trying so hard.

Luckily, Lucien is also a wonderful supporter minus when he just “what’s a magic? Don’t know em. No thoughts. Head empty. Only science and death”. Uhu then what do you call that flying cop outside the window? Where’s your science behind that? Lucien: “Well you see, there is a certain DNA mutation that—“ DO NOT ANSWER THAT YOU FOOL I KNOW ITS SCIENCE BUT MAGIC IS EASIER TO ACCEPT RN BECAUSE MY BRAIN GO BRRR

But considering it’s MCs health, he is very supportive and even explains that many people struggle with the same problem. There’s not exactly any problem with how someone looks unless it is overall affecting their health for the worse but he will gladly help MC if she wishes to lose weight.

Knowing that Lucien views it this way immediately gives MC more confidence.

An enormous amount of stress has been lifted off her shoulders which will ultimately help her reach her goal.

Lucien comes up with a solid workout plan and diet that is easy for MC to follow and even offers to make her some special meals to help with weight loss because Bill Nye over here has the solution to everything

I also highkey imagined him whispering in her ear like the first day they met that if she follows his plan without any casualties, he would give her special rewards and yes I do mean THOSE kind of rewards because this man is K I N K Y. I don’t even like him, I blame my friend who’s constantly giving me these ideas about him. You’re lucky you’re a bitch or I’d probably be on the floor for you too.

Victor:

Victor’s biggest struggle is vulnerability. He is very blunt and says what comes to his mind without always thinking it through.

Because of this, he upsets MC when talking about her weight.

He meant no harm from whatever he may have said but notices MC’s sorrowful expression after lifting his eyes from the papers on his desk to meet her gaze.

He immediately acknowledges what he had done and puts everything away for the day, offering to take her to Souvenir.

“What..?”

Victor: I’m done for the day. If you don’t have anything else to do, you can come with me.

“But why?”

Victor: You’re still you regardless of your weight, but if it’s something you want to change, I’ll help.

The man wanted to tell her she’s beautiful and amazing no matter what, but hahaha we all know this man can’t compliment for the life of him. Jkjk he can but like I said before, v u l n e r a b i l i t y. He struggles with expressing his true feelings.

MC responds with pure shock on her face,

“Really?? You’d help me?”

Victor: Only an idiot would ask a question like that. You should count on me more when you’re struggling with something like this.

Baka this baka that. If I don’t add it somewhere, than this whole HC isn’t accurate at all. All you thirsty Victor hoes go watch his baka clip if you want more *spray bottles*

He tidies up his desk and grabs his coat, heading towards the door while MC stumbles over her thoughts.

He only stops halfway out the door to look back over his shoulder at MC.

Victor: Well?

“I— I’m coming!”

She rushes over and follows him out the door.

Victor ends up making MC a delicious and healthy meal, one he knows is a special meal for a weight loss diet.

Cooking was never that important to him. He only learned because of the little girl he once knew. But now... Now he has a new reason to continue cooking.

That girl had come back to him and he would do anything in his power to make her happy.

Shaw:

He watches MC intently as she talks about how difficult it is for her.

Right before MC finishes, he places her on his skateboard and takes off without giving her time to protest.

She shouts in fear ofc. Why wouldn’t she. I’m terrified every time the game says he puts mc on his skateboard just—

Shaw chuckles with amusement in her ear and then tells her to push off with her own feet.

“ARE YOU INSANE?” yes, yes he is

Shaw: I won’t let you fall but I won’t stop until you push.

“Fine fine!”

With the help of Shaw keeping her steady, she’s able to smoothly push off the skateboard a few times.

After getting the hang of it, there’s a slight smile taking place of her feared expression from before.

Shaw’s expression, however, doesn’t change in the slightest. That teasing smirk rests on his face as she continues to push them down the park sidewalk.

As they reach the main road, she yells back to Shaw when the skateboard doesn’t slow down.

“Shaw—!”

It’s all she managed to get out as the fear she once had returned again.

MC shut her eyes with panic as the street grew closer and closer, only to feel an arm wrap around her as the cold wind hitting her face dissipated.

When her eyes opened, she saw Shaw giving her the same mocking smirk he always wears. However, his eyes showed signs of gentleness he doesn’t often express.

He offers her one of his skateboards for workout purposes as well as being her workout partner.

MCs chuckles out of amusement from the idea of HER riding a skateboard by herself. totally a reason why Shaw made this offer. He feeds off of entertainment.

She politely declines his offer of skateboarding but hesitantly asks if he would help her in other ways.

The question needs no thought from Shaw but he doesn’t want her to know he made up his mind to help long ago. ah yes, his one weakness as well, vulnerability

Shaw: I suppose being of assistance to you may turn out entertaining.

MC: Is that all I am to you? A source of entertainment?

She pouts at him half jokingly but he pays no mind to it as he kicks up his skateboard and continues walking ahead while suggesting a few things they can do to help with weight loss. Daring but not enough to scare her away. He actually wants to help but needs her to comply with his suggestions

Shaw is the type to help those he cares for without making it obvious. He believes personal relationships is a weakness for someone like him so he always keeps people at arms length; He always wants a possible way out for when he has to push people away.

While this is true, he’s also struggled with vulnerability his whole life. Considering the type of person his father was, growing up with a man like that not only puts pressure on Shaw, but also forms this broken and terrified personality under his overconfident facade.

Someone please just hold this man, he’s trying his best and needs healing

Their solution for MC is to try some fun activities together. Fun enough for MC to believe that Shaw isn’t going out of his way for her but also not as extreme to the point where MC won’t participate.

[ragewerthers]

Stink or Swim

Summary:  Ignis is by no means a house cat, but there are some creature comforts that are harder to give up then others.Using a lake full of fish and gods knows what else as a pseudo-bathtub may be pushing his comfort a bit far.

A/n:  This is a fun little fic I wrote for @bgn846 with he prompt for skinnydiipping!  I hope you enjoy the silliness! :D

You can also find it on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17749826

Word count: 3,274

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By no means was Ignis a house cat as it were.  He had been through enough training to know how to rough it, but hat didn’t mean that he didn’t still enjoy his creature comforts.  

A coffee maker for one thing.  

A bed for another.

And a shower.

Oh his kingdom for an actual, honest to gods shower.

Ignis knew how to get his hands dirty, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy washing them afterwards.

Currently the four of them were finishing setting up camp and all of them had definitely been getting their hands dirty and it was starting to make Ignis’s skin crawl.

Apparently it was starting to get to the others as well.

“And where do you think you’re goin’, Princess?” Gladio groused as he hauled a dirty and crumpled looking Prince out of the tent and away from his attempts at slinking to his sleeping bag for a quick nap.

“Gladio, let me go!  We’ve been doing hunts for the better part of the day!  Can’t I just lay down and die for a second?!” he grumbled, wriggling to try and get away from the arms locked around his waist.

Gladio rolled his eyes so hard that Ignis could practically hear them from his spot by the campstove.

“I don’t think so, Stinkerella,” he said simply before hoisting the younger male up over his shoulder and carrying him away from the tent, causing the Advisor to have to cover his mouth to stifle a snort.

Prompto was not so kind, instantly laughing as Noct squeaked and looked like the most indignant sack of potatoes that the world had ever seen.

“Stinkerella?!” he cried out as he flailed, trying to get Gladio to put him down.

“You heard me!  I’m not lettin’ you roll your grubby little body all over our sleepin’ bags,” Gladio said simply, as Noct continued to grumble behind him.

“You don’t smell like a bed of roses yourself, ya know!  If you don’t lower your arms soon I think the local wildlife will be in danger!” Noct shot back and this time, Ignis did snort, though excused himself as if passing off a sneeze.

Gladio didn’t buy it for a second.

“I don’t smell that bad!” he shot back, instantly depositing the squirming Prince into a camp chair and crossing his arms over his chest, perhaps a little self conscious now.

“I hate to break it to ya, big guy, but I think you could knock out a Red Giant with that funk,” Prompto teased from his spot in his own camp chair, not paying attention as he looked through a few pictures from the car ride here.

Gladio instantly stepped up and got the gunner in a headlock, growling playfully as Prompto made a strangled noise of fear and disgust.

“Keep it up, buttercup.  You think anyone wants to sleep next to you and those socks of yours?” the Shield teased back causing Prompto to gasp dramatically and regret every life choice he’d ever made as he was hit with the full musk of the other man.

“I smell like fresh daisies compared to you!  Noct!  Mama Ignis!  Help!” the blonde cried out, trying to free himself.

Ignis gave a deep sigh, wondering if perhaps he should leave the gunner to his smelly fate after calling him by that nickname, but as the poor boy seemed to be turning green he decided to intervene.

“Gladio, please release, Prompto.  None of us are at our best, myself included, but one more hunt should put us into some good gil to get us into a hotel where we can all get a chance to freshen up,” he offered peacefully, happy to see Gladio releasing the poor gunner who immediately dropped to the haven floor, gasping dramatically and wheezing.

“Dude, are you okay?” Noct asked amusedly, a light smile on his face at Prompto’s theatrics.

“The things I seen, dude… the… the things I smelled…,” he stammered as Gladio growled once more.

“I’m not that bad!” he cried, flinging his arms in the air before quickly lowering them again.

Definitely self conscious now.

Ignis made his way over to his partner, pressing a little kiss to his cheek and patting his chest.

“They’re only messing with you, darling,” he offered gently, watching as Gladio relaxed slightly and brought an arm up to wrap around him… instantly being hit with the funk that Prompto had spoke of.

On reflex Ignis quickly stepped back and brought a hand up, watching as his partner looked both surprised and hurt.

“I’m sorry, love… but… you know you can get a bit… pungent after a few days,” he offered by means of an apology, lowering his hand once more and fixing his glasses.  “I assure you that you wouldn’t want a hug from myself either, but as I said.  One more evening roughing it and we should be able to get into a hotel.”

Pouting slightly now, Gladio went and slumped into his own chair with a huff.

“Well this stinks.”

“Yeah you do.”

“Shut up, Stinkerella!”

As Gladio and Noct decided to get into a mini snit fit with each other, Prompto, who had finally caught his breath, made his way back to his own seat.

“You know… at that last outpost one of the hunters mentioned there being a pond or lake or something around here.  I mean… I know it’s not much, but at least we could wash up a bit?” he offered, making the bickering stop if only for a moment.

Ignis’s lips instantly turned into to frown.  

Wading into an open body of water that fish and any matter of animal waded into to clean up?  That seemed the antithesis of cleanliness, but before he could open his mouth to form his rebuke Gladio was already standing.

“Good idea, Prom.  Now that you mention it I remember him saying that too.  It should be just a little south of here.”

Ignis gaped at the man.  Surely Noct wouldn’t stand for this?  His Highness would say something and put a stop to this… madness.

“I’m game.”

WHAT?!

Ignis turned to look at Noct with wide eyes, trying to figure out if he‘d heard him correctly.

“If it’ll let me sleep in the tent again and get rid of your death pits then I’m all for it.  Besides maybe I’ll be able to get in a bit of fishing as well,” Noct said with a bright smile as he popped up from his chair, Prompto giving a little whoop of excitement next to him.

“Alright!  Stinky field trip!” he cheered, making Noct laugh and push his friends shoulder playfully.

“- there, Iggy?”

“Oh!  Uh… apologies, Gladio.  You were saying?” Ignis asked, realizing that he’d been lost in his own mini spiral of thoughts.

Gladio looked at the man with a bit of concern, but offered a little smile.

“I said, did you want to drive or are we walkin’ there?” he asked gently.  “You feelin’ okay?  You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.  And if it’s not too far I’m sure we can walk.  It would be less conspicuous,” he offered, trying to brush off any concern.

Not looking like he fully believed his partner, Gladio gave a little nod deciding to let it go for now.

“Alright then.  Then we’ll head out in ten once everyone’s got their stuff,” he said, as Ignis nodded dumbly.

Oh his skin was definitely crawling now.

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By no means was Ignis a house cat… but this… was absolutely unacceptable.

The hunter hadn’t led them astray with his information.  There was indeed a lake near the haven, surrounded by trees and a few outcropping of rocks  and boulders and by all accounts it was rather picturesque… when one wasn’t considering it to be a your personal bathtub.

“Woah.  This place will be great for an impromptu photo shoot,” Prompto said as he glanced around.

“You mean an ‘im-Prompto’ photoshoot?” Gladio said with a smirk, getting a groan from the younger two.

“You’ve gotta stop hanging around Iggy so much.  You’re starting to do horrible puns just like him!” Noct teased, earning him a large tank top to the face, immediately setting him off gagging.

“You thought it was funny and you know it,” Gladio shot back as Noct finally freed himself from the smelly shirt and flung it into the bushes.

Taking the cue from Gladio, Prompto and Noct also started to undress, setting their fresh clothes and toiletries near the closest rocks at the edge of the water.

Ignis… remained where he stood, arms clenched around his own items as he continued to gaze out at the water.

He couldn’t do it.  He refused to do it!  This was unsanitary!  A crime against cleanliness!  Fish would see his bits and regardless of how much soap there was his feet would still get muddy and sandy as soon as he stepped out of the water and gods knew what other disgusting treats lay at the bottom of that water.

Ignis gave a full body shiver before being drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of a whoop and a rather large splash, the water spraying out enough to sprinkle his glasses with a few droplets.

Apparently the other three had decided that to get over the shock of cold they would each take a turn, running and jumping off a nearby boulder.

Obviously the first one to go had been Gladio, thus the rather large splash that had occured.

He watched as the man soon broke the surface again, flipping his wet hair back from his face and wiping some of the water from his eyes.

“Come on, Princess!  You gonna chicken out on me?” he called back to Noct who glowered down at him.

“As if!  I’m just gonna do my jump with flare!” he declared, standing brazingly in the buff with Prompto standing behind him, equally as naked.  This easily led Ignis to his conclusion on what Gladiolus had decided to wear while bathing and he shook his head.

“I think I’m gonna take a running leap,” Noct began, stretching his arms over head and to the sides as if readying himself for some Olympic sized tournament.  “Then maybe do a double flip twist forward before striking a sweet pos-GAH!”

With a little push between his shoulders from Prompto, Noct flailed, fell forward and landed with a SMACK in the worlds most painful belly flop.

Gladio was literally beside himself with laughter as Noct slowly sank into the water before popping up again and sputtering, looking like an angry wet kitten.

Prompto was wheezing from his perch on the boulder and even Ignis couldn’t help chuckling a little at the sight.

“You’re a dead man, Argentum!” Noct growled back up at Prompto who merely shrugged at the threat.

“I’ve had a good run!” he called back with a bright smile, taking his own running leap before jumping and landing a perfect cannonball beside Noct and Gladio, dousing them in water again.

As Prompto resurfaced and Noct proceeded to try and drown him for his earlier betrayal, Ignis found himself getting lost in his thoughts again.

“Aren’t you comin’ in, Iggy?  The waters not that cold, I promise!” Gladio called, behind him Prompto was attempting to splash his way to freedom from Noct.

Ignis shook his head instantly.  His mind made up utterly and completely.

“I’m sorry, Gladio, but I refuse to use this… this… fish tank as a bathtub,” he called back, setting his clothes aside.  “It’s unsanitary.  I’ll wait til we get to an actual hotel.  Thank you.”

Ignis’s words seemed to cause all the chaos happening in the water to cease.

Gladio was staring at the man as if seeing him for the first time.

Prompto, who now had Noct in a headlock and Noct, who had a hand full of Prompto’s hair, both stopped to look at the man as well.

“But… don’t you want to get clean?  You love being clean!” Noct called back, making Ignis huff a bit as he nudged his glasses a little further up his nose.

“Exactly.  I love being clean, but this is not clean.  No amount of soap will stop you all from smelling like fish when this is all over!” he shot back, though he really had no way of saying whether or not this was true.

“You literally refused to hug me earlier because I was pungent and now that we have a remedy you refuse to do it?!” Gladio asked, swimming a little closer to shore, his eyes narrowed.  “Ignis… don’t make me ban you from the tent like I did to Noctis earlier.  Look!  Even he’s trying it!”

Ignis snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, turning his face away from the other three.

“Go ahead.  I’ll be perfectly content to take my sleeping bag to the farthest corner of the haven if I have to, but I am not taking a bath in that disgusting water!”

Gladio’s eyes had narrowed into slits at this point, watching as Ignis resolutely stood his ground, refusing to get into the water with them.

Slowly he began to swim forward, but soon he began to pick up speed, his feet soon hitting the sandy bottom and once he was positive he had good footing… he attacked.

With a war cry he rushed from the water in all his naked and tattooed glory, looking like the world’s most deranged seabird with the black feathers printed on his back and shoulders glistening in the sunlight.

Ignis instantly startled but as he turned to run he found two huge, wet arms wrapped around him before being picked up bridal style.

“Gladio?!  Gladiolus!  You put me down this instant!  Don’t you dare do this or I swear to Ramuh I will end you!” Ignis sputtered as the Shield started to carry him toward the water.

With a bright smile, Gladio chuckled and held the man a little closer, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I’ve had a good run,” he teased, using Prompto’s earlier words before running full tilt with Ignis in his arms back into the water, getting up to his waist before tossing the Advisor in, glasses, shoes, clothes and all.

With a loud yelp, Ignis sank into the murky depths to a chorus of cheering from the other three.

However… instead of popping back up like he’d expected Ignis to, Gladio watched as the ripples that signaled where Ignis had sunk began to calm, his smile soon giving way to a look of confusion and then a bit of worry.

“Ignis?” he called, wading closer to the spot he’d thrown the man, the water well up to his chest now as he wondered what had happened.

He didn’t have to wonder long.

Shooting up out of the water behind the Shield, Ignis instantly latched onto the man before dragging him down under the water with a yelp.

“Gladio?!  Ignis?!  Noct did you see that?!” Prompto yelped as he watched Gladio jump back out of the water, Ignis still latched onto him from behind.

“I’m sorr-EEHEHEE!” Gladio squealed as he doubled over in the water, instantly giving way to hysterical laughter and alerting the others to what torment was happening to him.

Ignis’s hands were latched onto Gladio’s sides, fingers digging in and tickling mercilessly as the larger man attempted to dive back under the water to escape his attacker.

“No you’re not, but you will be!” Ignis seethed, his hair fallen over his features from it’s normal updo, glasses askew on his face and his shirt clinging to him uncomfortably.

Gladio positively howled with laughter as Ignis moved one hand down to knead against his bare hip while the other scribbled against his stomach.

“Do you think we should help him?” Prompto asked as they watched Gladio being tickled to death by a vengeful Ignis.

Noct gave a little hum of thought before coming to a conclusion.  

“I suppose we have to,” he sighed before raising his hands out of the water to cup them around his mouth to shout.

“Get under his arms, Iggy!  You know that’s his worst spot!” he called out as Prompto blanched beside him.

“Dude… Gladio’s going to murder you when he gets free,” he gunner warned, getting a chuckle from the Prince.

“Eh, I’ve had a good run,” he said lightly as Ignis seemed to attack the Shield with renewed vigor.

“My phone was still in my trousers you behemoth!” Ignis chided, though any real anger had started to melt away into amusement as Gladio shook with laughter in his arms, his hands having found their way to ticklish ribs and scribbling quickly as Gladio’s arms pinned them in place.

“I-I’m… I’m sosososo SAHAH-REHEHEE!” Gladio begged, cheeks rosy from laughter and exertion.

Finally deciding the man had suffered enough, Ignis stopped his attack, simply wrapping his arms around the larger man and shaking his head as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

Gladio easily slumped against him, back pressed against Ignis’s chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“I…. I’m sorry, Iggy.  Really,” he panted, giggling adorably when Ignis gave him a little teasing flutter of fingers against his side.

“You’d better be,” Ignis murmured softly a moment later before sighing and stopping, letting Gladio go and watching as the Shield turned around.  He could see the question in the others eyes and gave a little sigh.

“Well… seeing as I’ve already been contaminated I guess I might as well try bathing in this.  But I want you all to know that this means that as soon as we get to a hotel I get first dibs on the shower.  No if’s, ands or buts about it,” Ignis warned, looking from Gladio over to the other two who had finally decided it was safe to get closer.

“Fair enough,” Gladio said softly, it was the least he could do after what he’d done to Ignis.

“Good.  Now… if you’ll excuse me I feel I’m a bit overdressed for this occasion,” he said as he waded his way back to shore to undress out of his wet clothes, getting wolf whistles from Gladio as soon as he was out of his boxers and flushing slightly with an amused smile.

“You’re absolutely incorrigible,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I am,” Gladio called back, a large smile on his face.

It wasn’t long before Ignis was back in the water with the others, everyone finally settling down to bathe a bit and to be fair, Ignis did feel a bit calmer after getting some of the grime off his skin.

It may not have been what he was used to, but really it was better than how he had felt before.

As he rose up from the water after rinsing the shampoo from his hair he felt two strong arms once again settling around his waist and smiled.

“You smell good,” Gladio murmured softly against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there as Ignis leaned back against him.

“As do you,” Ignis admitted with a soft smile, soothing his hands over the others forearms.  “You no longer smell like you rolled in Anak dung.”

Gladio chuckled and nipped at his neck lightly.  “Watch it, Iggy or you’ll get yourself in trouble,” he warned lightly as Ignis gave a little hum of thought.

“Ah… well… I’ve had a good run,” he teased before sending a massive splash of water up into Gladio’s face, making the man sputter as he made his escape.

No… this wasn’t so bad at all.

[thorne93]

Decisions, Decisions (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3882

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

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The next day, you slept in, then went to the gym, grabbed some iced coffee, then went home to relax for a day off. But you couldn’t help but think of James. You toyed with texting and calling him or leaving him alone. Finally, you caved.

“I’m sorry about last night. Could we talk about this, please?”

No response happened for five minutes and you sighed. What were you going to talk about? You knew you wouldn’t confess everything, but maybe you could buy a tiny bit of more time, then no one could be hurt. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could have one more date with each of them, and then you’d decide.

Ida was busy with her job, otherwise you would’ve reached out to her, but you didn’t want to bother her or distract her. You felt so alone in that moment and you knew it was your fault. Watching James walk out the door last night hurt you far beyond what you thought was capable.

To drown out reality, and all the pain that went with it, you had a quick lunch and binge watched a couple of episodes of your favorite show, after which you decided to start surfing the web, responding to Twitter and Facebook alerts. Just as you started to get underway, you saw a new post that tagged Tom on Twitter. You opened it and saw Tom at a restaurant with another girl, then walking down the street with her. It was titled, “Is Y/N out and new mystery woman is in?”

For some unspeakable reason your blood was boiling. Maybe it was because you wanted something to lash out at. Maybe you blamed Tom for cockblocking you last night. Maybe you wanted to displace the anger and guilt you were feeling at yourself to someone else. No matter the reason, you decided to confront Tom on his little rendezvous and wasted no time calling him.

“Oh, hi there, darling,” he greeted happily. It was hard to be pissed when Tom freaking HIddleston was calling you darling, but you had to focus.

“What is this? I saw online that you went out on a date?”

“What? Woah, who? I wasn’t on a date with anyone.”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s true. I don’t know, some brunette in a red romper,” you informed. “Who is she?”

“Excuse me?” he said, disbelief in his tone.

“You heard me, who is she?”

“She’s an old friend from college. She was in town and we went for lunch and I showed her the sites. Why does it matter?”

“Because we’re dating, Tom,” you pressed angrily. Suddenly, you realized you’d been pacing in your living room and you only did that when you were really irritated.

“And I can’t go out to lunch with a friend?” he asked.

“How do I know she's just a friend?”

“How do I know James is?”

His question caught you off guard. “What did you just say?” you demanded, your tone dark.

“You know two can play this game. I saw the photo of James leaving your house after spending the night.”

“We were running lines and he fell asleep, it was innocent.”

“Well so was mine,” Tom insisted.

“How can I believe that?” you asked.

“How can I believe you and James?”

He was met with silence because you were so angry at this point, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look, I’ve got to get going. In the meantime, try not to believe the media over me, for Christ’s sake.” With that, he hung up.

You wanted to scream. You were mad at James for not listening to you, but he was right. You were mad at Tom for calling, but what was so wrong with wanting to hear your voice? You were mad at yourself for even starting this stupid thing. You really didn’t think anyone would get hurt. All you wanted was to date the right guy, and not let them get away.

James had finally texted back and simply said, “I have to get ready for an interview and some other stuff in the next few days.”

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Three weeks blurred past as you didn’t hear from either James or Tom. James was busy promoting Split, separate interviews for Juxtaposition, and auditions. Tom was in NYC filming for Thor 3. The silence and cold shoulder from both of them was killing you. You noticed you were drinking more than just a glass of wine each night. You were beginning to think you were right about the whole “co-stars shouldn’t date” thing more and more, but you knew deep in your gut it wasn’t about the fact that they were costars, it was about how you were unwittingly pitting them against each other.

You had told Ida what happened but she couldn’t offer much advice except to apologize or come clean. Half of you wanted to confess all of your sins, but you also wondered what good it would do. At this point you just prayed one of them wanted you and you would move on with that.

After a few of your own auditions, a reading with a new cast for a new movie that you were going to start filming in four months, interviews, photoshoots, and two premieres of friends, you found yourself in NYC, same as Tom. You were here for a radio show and another Late Night show.

Tom had suddenly texted you middle of the day and said, “You’re in New York.”

The sudden contact took you aback but you responded. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Honestly, you replied, “I didn’t think you wanted to see me.”

“I always want to see you, Y/N.”

“I want to see you too,” you admitted. “Lunch?”

“Not today, darling. But, tell you what, two days from now I have a charity ball back in LA, would you care to be my date again?”

“Love too. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Likewise.”

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You decided to try harder to patch things up with James, regardless of where you stood with him romantically you wanted to be friends and you needed to have him to not resent you while you finished the last six months of this filming.

Eventually, he warmed up and started responding to texts and calls for the next two days. He seemed to be back to his old self and that made your heart sing with joy. He was joking, teasing, and flirting again.

Ida told you she would be in LA, and coincidentally at the charity ball you were going to because a pop star was going to be performing there. You excitedly told her you could introduce her to Tom and she was beyond thrilled. You helped her pick out a cute black cocktail dress to wear to the occasion.

The charity ball started out like any other occasion: Tom picked you up, you went to the event,  the speeches were made, the pop star played, donations were made, then finally the mingling and socializing began. At two hours in, you went and found Ida as soon as you could break away from the table and pulled her over to your table.

“Tom, I want you to meet my best friend in the whole world. I would die for this girl,” you informed, pushing her toward the table. “This is Ida Smithson. Ida, this is Tom HIddleston.”

“How do you do, miss?” he greeted as he took her hand, kissed it, and stood.

“I--I--I’m...I’m fine. I can’t believe I’m meeting you, I’m sorry,” Ida tried, stumbling over her own words as her stunning blue eyes danced between you and Tom.

He laughed that signature laugh as he offered her to sit with you all. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t bite, at least not very hard.”

Ida giggled and you smiled in response.

“Please, I’m just a normal person. So Y/N tells me you are a music journalist, that’s amazing,” he remarked.

All of you were talking as Tom got to know Ida better and after an hour, you realized nature was calling.

“I’m going to let you two talk while I go powder my nose,” you informed. They nodded in response as you got up and went to the restroom. You touched up your makeup, checked your phone, sent a quick flirty text to James, then went back to your table, only to find that table empty.

You verified the table was correct and it was. You sat there anyway and just figured Ida and Tom went and got more drinks for you all, but after ten minutes they didn’t return. You texted Ida - no response. You texted Tom - no response. You called Ida - four rings then went to voicemail. Same for Tom. You walked all around and looked for them. You were waiting for so long, you realized the charity ball was ending and it dawned on you that it must be late. Checking the time, you saw that it was 2 am.

Shit.

What were you going to do? Tom was your ride home, but now he was nowhere in sight and you were seemingly stranded. You could call a taxi service but at 2 am, that was risky in LA. You made the only call you thought you could count on.

The phone rang twice before he picked up.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answered.

“James, I am so, so, sorry to bother you,” you started.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” James asked, concern thick in his voice.

“I’m not sure. I’m at the charity ball and my friend that I came with sort of ditched me. I’m really sorry to bother you so late, if I had another option, I wouldn’t but...I was just wondering if you could take me home?”

“I’ll be right there,” he promised breathily.

“Thank you so much.”

You hung up and went outside and waited for him on the steps.  Still no text or call from your date or your friend as you waited. You were worried about them, but you assumed if they were together they must be okay. Thirty minutes later, the Maserati drove up and you stepped over to the car and hopped in.

“James, you’re like a saint,” you said, but you couldn’t add anything because James found your lips immediately with his own, drowning out everything else. The sensation was overwhelming and welcoming. His lips felt so comforting and...inviting. The hunger in his kiss was amazing and surprising.  “Uh, wow,” you breathed. “What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion is that I missed the hell out of you,” he said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up. Forgive me?”

“Absolutely.”

There was nothing to forgive though. He was right. He had a right to be jealous, yet...you weren’t his property, or Tom’s. So why did you feel like a slimeball? Because you knew what you were doing was wrong...or did you? Everyone involved seemed to be going on these blind notions. It wasn’t the guys’ business who you were or were not dating….so...why for the life of you did you feel so guilty? So wrong? So...dirty…

At this point you were in too deep to give up or come clean, so you decided that things would sort themselves out, when the time was right.

“Thank you.” He pulled out into traffic and held your hand.

He drove to your house and this time when you arrived, no distractions got in the way. James and you barely made it to the bedroom, shedding layers of clothes as you went, barely breaking the kiss. He laid you down on the bed and began kissing all over you. You were in your black lingerie and he was in his boxers as he hovered above you, making you suddenly incredibly happy. You flipped him on his back and began to continue to undress yourself then finished disrobing him. When his head dipped below your navel, you thought you’d come undone then and there, but he was relentless, gripping your hips as his his tongue worked expertly on you.

Eventually, your legs had wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot, forcing you to cry out.

Again and again, you found a release within each other, screaming his name (something you had fantasized about for years), moaning, clawing into each others backs as you bit and bucked into each other. God, his face was a glory to behold as he plunged deep within you and when he climaxed.

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When you woke up, you felt so relaxed and blissfully happy...until you noticed the bed was empty. You grabbed your satin robe and went out to the kitchen to see if he was making coffee but he wasn’t there. You checked both of your bathrooms, still no James. You checked the driveway and his car was still there.

Odd, you thought. You checked the house again, calling for him, but no response.

Checking his car again, from the window, you noticed a small envelope under the windshield wiper. You padded out to the envelope in the early morning mist and opened it. Inside was a small note that said, “A Token: That you may never be stranded again.” For a second, you just stood there, unsure what this was. Suddenly, it hit you that he was giving you his car. He was giving you his Maserati.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as your breath caught in your throat. You suddenly became dizzy. This couldn’t be real. You ran inside and called him. “James! James, what are you doing? Where are you?” You sounded frantic.

He laughed joyfully, your tone must’ve tipped him off. “I’m on my way to the airport, I’m so sorry I have to leave like this. I have some business to take care of in a few states, you know, usual business. How do you like my gift? The keys are in the drawer you keep your corkscrew.”

You spluttered out, “James...I-you-this-You can’t give me your Maserati.”

“Why not?” he asked innocently.

“Because it’s too much!” you shrieked.

“Not for you. You were amazing last night.”

“So, because I’m good in the sack, you give me a car?”

Laughing again, he said, “No, you misunderstand me. I’m not giving you the car for the sex, I’m giving you the car because I could see how much you loved it. Just think of it as a little piece of home, whenever you drive it, think of Oklahoma.”

“James….Thank you. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Thank you usually does the trick. But hey, if you want to repay me, I know someone who wouldn’t mind the form of payment you gave me last night again,” he teased.

“You dirty, dirty, Scot,” you said, shaking your head and smiling.

“Oh, I’m more than dirty, baby. Enjoy the car, darling. I’ll be back in three days. Keep in touch.”

“I will.”

As soon as you hung up, you were curious and worried about Ida and Tom. You texted Ida, asking where she was and if she’s okay. She immediately called you.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hi? Why are you whispering?”

“I’m at Tom’s. Hang on, let me get outside”

Your eyes narrowed as your stomach dropped. “You slept with him?”

“What? No, no...We went out for drinks then it became too late so he brought me back to his place to crash.” Her voice was the normal volume now, you imagined she was outside of his house now.

“Ah,” you said simply, relief flooding you. Somehow, after the mind blowing sex with James, him giving you a car, and apologizing about the fight, you still wanted Tom in some way. What the hell was wrong with you? “I tried to call both of you last night, neither of you answered.”

“Oh! My phone died. I’m not sure why Tom didn’t get anything though.”

“You do realize, he was my ride to and from the event, right?”

After a second, she responded, “Oh! Oh my god. No! I had no idea. I’m sorry Y/N. I feel like shit. How did you get home?”

“I...uh...I called James.”

“Oh? How’d that go?”

You were staring at your new car as you spoke. “Great. We uh...He’s really great in bed,” you blurted out, laughing afterwards, still in disbelief that it even happened. Remembering how being with him was...different than with Tom. Tom was an exceptional lover, yes. Generous, all around good with foreplay, but between you and Tom it felt like pure lust. Something about James...it was more intimate, even if it wasn’t exactly making love, or slow, or tender. When you looked into his eyes, you never wanted to look away.

She laughed with you. “Haha, go you! That’s amazing. Is he still there?”

Sadly, you responded, “No, duty calls. But Ida...he gave me a car…”

“Like...Hotwheels? Or a model car?” Ida questioned, although you could tell she knew the truth.

“No, like...an Italian car, Maserati to be exact.” You were met with silence and you thought the call had dropped. “Ida?”

“No, yeah, I’m still here, I’m just gathering my jaw off the ground. Dude! He gave you a fucking Maserati? How good are you in bed? I need to learn some tricks!”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “He said he gave it to me to remind me of Oklahoma,” you explained, your voice filling with sentiment.

“What the hell does a Maserati have to do with Oklahoma?”

“I used to street race, remember?”

“Oh that’s right. So...are you two official now?”

“I don’t know...He’s definitely amazing, but I can’t deny that I love Tom’s energy and how I feel around him,” you admitted, feeling like the world’s worst, slimiest person. Why couldn’t you just make up your fucking mind? Simple: you had the two greatest guys in the world to choose from.

“I can see the appeal. Tom is really amazing.”

“That he is.”

After a bit of silence, she asked, “So are you okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Tom and me...being friends?”

“What the hell kind of a question is that? I’m not your keeper, Tom isn’t my property. You two can be friends all you want.”

“Oh okay, good! I was worried I was stepping on your toes.”

“No, no.”

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Two more weeks flew by as you worked on the film, keeping in touch with both men. You could definitely tell something was off with Tom. He was texting and calling a little less but you just assumed it had to do with work. Working with James was mesmerizing again. You were both incredibly in sync and in tune with the other, the chemistry even more undeniable. While you ran the sex scene, it was a little odd with everyone standing around - but that was work, but it also made it a little more believable now that you actually knew what it felt like to have slept with him.

One day, when you and James were dining at your house, just having a normal date night, he asked you something that took you aback.

“Y/N, I have something I’d like to ask, feel free to say no,” he started, clearly nervous. You’d never seen James nervous at all.

“I’ll keep that in mind but I can't say no to you so…” You laughed and he gave a small smile.

“Since we have a break in filming coming up in a couple of days, I was wondering if you’d….ugh why is this so fucking hard?” He stopped, took a deep breath, then spit it out. “I was wondering if you’d want to come to Scotland with me to meet my family.”

The food and drink that was in your mouth went down the wrong pipe and you coughed and choked. His family? He wanted to introduce you to his family? It’d only been two and half months. What did this mean? Were you ready for this?

“Are you alright?’ James asked, getting up to assist you before you grabbed your water and took a drink.

“I’m fine.”

“I guess I need to stop asking you things when you eat, you seem to choke on a lot of stuff around me,” he said, running his tongue along his lip.

“I do indeed….”

“So...what do you think?”

“About meeting your family?”

“Yes. If that’s too much too soon or….” He seemed like he wanted to take the words back as he started to pick around in his food and avoid your gaze.

“I’d love to. When do we leave?”

His face lit up with relief. “Sunday, so two days from now. Will that work?”

“Absolutely. How long will we be staying?”

“A week, if that’s alright?” he questioned tentatively.

“A week sounds perfect,” you breathed, still shocked. “What’s the weather like in Scotland around this time? I want to make sure I dress appropriately.”

“Cold, so you may need some sweaters, or we’ll just use body heat,” he implied slyly with a wink.

“Maybe we should practice that?” you offered with a raise of your eyebrows.

“You do not have to ask me twice.” He smiled, jumped up, grabbed your hand, and led you back to your bedroom.

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You called Ida immediately after he left to go arrange for your presence for the trip and told her what happened.

“He asked you to stay with him and his family?” she shrieked.

“Yeah, I’m really fucking nervous, Ida. He must be serious about me.”

“Well, aren’t you about him? Or are you still caught between him and Tom?”

You bit your lip, dancing from one foot to the other in your kitchen as anxiety built within you. “I don’t know any more. I mean, I love being around James, but I still wait for messages from Tom and I still want to see Tom again. I’m a mess, aren’t I?” You sighed.

“Just a little.” She chuckled. “Hey, hey, it’s not the end of the world, women have been in your position before.”

“They have?” you asked, a tiny flicker of hope blooming within you.

“Well, without all the nice cars and gifts, but yeah, sure, women have been torn between two men a lot, think of all the affairs out there. Or do you remember that guy Johnny and Alex that I was dating at the same time?”

You recalled it and it was a relatively similar situation, for about four months, she couldn’t decide who she liked being around more.

“Yeah...yeah, I guess you’re right. But, shit, man if he’s taking me to meet his family, he must know what he wants,” you stressed. “I just...I don’t know if I can give him that back.”

“Why don’t you take a break from both?”

“I can’t do that, I already had a break and it just made me want both of them more.”

“Then you are up a certain creek without a paddle, missy,” she informed.

“I know. Hey, I’m going to go to bed, I have a lot of shopping to do tomorrow. Talk to you later.”

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