#Like calm down turbo it's been out for two days.

[baede-6]

To the people that finished the entire campaign in a day, I am both incredibly impressed and terrified of you.

[s-u-g-a-r-rush1997]

What about hcs for king candy reuniting with the reader who used to be his partner during the turbo time days? :3c

This one nearly made me cry writing it.

Unfortunately, King Candy isn't as present as I would have liked to be since this focuses so much on the before and in between them reuniting.

King Candy Reuniting With His Old Partner

Pairing: King Candy x reader, previous Turbo x reader

Rating: safe for work

Warnings: none

 You and Turbo had been inseparable. You had your own jobs in your own games, of course, but every single spare moment you had was spent together.

You had noticed something off about him, of course - how could you not? You knew better than anyone, save for himself. But you brushed it aside. Jealousy was nothing new. Everyone knew how competitive he could get. He was passionate, impulsive. There was a fire in him that burned so brilliantly, but it burned out fast. This rivalry would pass, you had been so certain of that.

But it didn’t. He burned so hot he became the brightest thing in the entire arcade. All eyes were on him, just like he wanted. And then he died, taking two games down with him.

A service was held to mourn the lives lost. Games had been unplugged in the past, lives had been lost and mourned, but it was different this time. Turbo had introduced the arcade to a new definition of devastation.

You were the only one that mourned him.

It hurt so bad. Like the fire had spread to you and was eating you alive.

And to make matters worse, everyone treated you with suspicion after that. As if you’d suddenly “go Turbo” too.

It eventually got better. People treated you better, if only slightly. Your wounds never healed – how could they, when the man you loved haunted the arcade? –  but they stopped bleeding. Turbo was dead and gone, little more than a cautionary ghost story at this point.

You avoided Sugar Rush at first. Racing games reminded you too much of him. But eventually you caved. You missed racing. You weren’t built to be a racer, but even still you missed it.

You didn’t want to race. It was something you always did with Turbo. As much as you missed being behind the wheel, you didn’t want to open up old wounds. You just wanted to watch. 

But that voice.

You waited until after the race to approach. But anticipation buzzed beneath your skin. Little scenarios you’d come up with in your head years ago, just after his death, resurfaced. What if he had survived? What if he’d made it out and was just hiding? What if, what if, what if.

He sounded just like Turbo, but he didn’t look anything like him. The moment he saw you, though, you knew. It was him. It was your Turbo.

Before you could even speak, he was leading you away. Brushing off the other racers when they asked questions. He waited until you were both safely tucked away in the throne room of his castle, with no prying eyes to watch.

And he said your name.

Old wounds were ripped open. You were broken and bleeding again but you were relieved. He had made it out alive. All you could do was cry and cling to him. You held him so tightly; you were terrified he’d disappear again.

Why did you do it? Why did you stay hiding for so long? Why did you never come back to me? You wanted to ask him so many questions but you couldn’t muster the strength to speak.

He just held you back, whispering comforting words that never quite managed to reach your ears.

When everything had calmed down, he explained. No one would take too kindly if he had returned to the Arcade. And he couldn’t leave Sugar Rush now, as he wasn’t too sure if his disguise would persist outside of his game. And even if he did come to find you, he was certain you’d hate him.

But you wouldn’t hate him. You couldn’t. The things that he did were awful, but you were blinded by love, and your relief at having him back.

Knowing that he was Turbo was a liability. You couldn’t show familiarity. The other racers of Sugar Rush had never seen you before, and King Candy never left his game. It would be suspicious if you knew him.

So you’d start all over again.

It was almost fun, feigning unfamiliarity with him. Perhaps you moved a bit too fast with your charade. With how quickly you two jumped from friendship to flirting and little secret looks. But would it really be a surprise if the man you fell in love with after so long alone was a racer, just like the man you lost so long ago?

[imagination-overreaction]

More tf2 ships lets go

Soldier x Demoman / Boots n Bombs

Starting off with a Demoman ship cause this man does not get enough love I think. These two enable each other's stupidity to an incredible degree. They're both geniuses in the art of reckless stupidity, and with their brains and hearts combined they could be making new inventions like "ultra turbo sticky-nade launcherator" and it flings them 8 miles in the air and they die instantly (but they both cheer and think it's awesome once they're revived and they do it again. Medic doesn't care, but he's getting a bit bored of piecing together the same two bodies over and over again). These two would become masters of destruction. I also can imagine them passed out on the couch on top of each other, or Soldier waking up to do drills at 4 am and Demo telling him to fuck off (Soldier can't help it, his love language is explosives and boot camp </3). I like them a lot.

Scout x Sniper / Speeding Bullet

I will admit, I am a bit of a Scout hater when it comes to ships... Actually I'm just a Scout hater in general. However, I do think the dynamic of "annoying little shit" plus "gruff weird guy" works. Scout is the type to press his partner's buttons for the funnies (although he does this with his friends as well) but given how he was in Expiration Date as well as the Cold Day In Hell comic (if I remember right), then he would be genuinely caring and considerate toward his partner's feelings. Scout would push his buttons, but an hour later he'd be splayed out on top of Sniper and rambling about his day. Sniper is more blunt and to-the-point with affection, I think. He'd bother Scout right back, of course, and he'd just as happily sit there and nod along to whatever the hell Scout is talking about. These two would stay up until 5 am together several nights in a row.

Heavy x Pyro / Bear Grill

Since it's such a rare pair, there's some debate on what the ship name actually is. "Russian Wildfire," and "Heavy Fire" are the alternatives I've seen after scouring the tags. I'd like to toss my own suggestion in with "Firing Squad," although that could probably work for other ships too. I personally really like the hc that Pyro is (maybe aro?)ace, and I think that works well with Heavy (I also hc it/they Pyro but any pronouns work for this lil guy tbh). Heavy would support his little maniac's vested interest in fiery homicide just ignore the fact that he says he's scared of them in Meet The Pyro that's not important right now, and I think Pyro would really like watching Heavy use Sasha (the muzzle flash would be really neat in Pyro Vision). Outside of battle, I can imagine Heavy taking care of his guns while Pyro talks to him and tells a (very muffled) story. Heavy would listen to it when it talks about all the wonderful things it sees during their battles, and Heavy would maybe defend it when the other mercs start talking about how terrifying it is... Maybe. They're still very concerning.

Engineer x Heavy

There is no damn posts about this. "Heavy Metal" is a slightly popular one but "More Gun" has been suggested a lot, as well as "Mechanical Literature." I personally like More Gun(s), and I honestly really like this ship, and I feel like it works really well for the same reason that they both work well with Medic--they're both relatively calm and amicable compared to the rest of the team. I feel like Engie and Heavy would be the parents of the team, telling people to go to bed before 3 am and not to explode things in the house (it doesn't work but they can try) (and Engie probably has been the source of one or two fires but not necessarily on purpose). These two would be sickly together. Engie'd be going "good morning Misha 🥰✨" and tap Heavy's shoulder until he leans down far enough to let Engie kiss him on the cheek, and Heavy would give a quiet happy hum as Engie whistles away and they make me sick. I love them so much.

I also think that Engineer would give Heavy some absolutely monstrous artillery as a gift. They absolutely enable each other's horrific acts of bloodshed. More Gun <3

Part 1 - - Part 3

[lsartcorner]

Double trouble who do you think it is?

Thats right it’s,

Jet & Set! Aka the Turbo Twins!

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Jet -

Age - 26

Height - 6’0

Power up item - Ice Lolly

Brief description -

Typically unserious, outgoing and trickster personality who prefers to be risky and show off tricks than win gold.

However this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a more serious side, being the most empathetic of them all, always there to have a shoulder to cry on or to talk to whenever needed. He can be silly but is also self aware of when to and not to be. For example seeing Flora upset because of losing many races, he would reassure and comfort her better than Turbo, her teacher ever could, causing them to form a close platonic bond, where they will go to each other if in need. For Flora it be support, and Jet for some tricks and games on others.

Can easily read people and speak for them if need be as he wants to ensure everyone is the most comfortable around him. However sometimes there is the bit so may do something which could be inappropriate for a certain situation, but will apologise later.

For example some of these tricks could include his megaphone, which can be heard what feels like the entire game (and considering his fast running speed, might as well be the entire arcade sometimes)

He is one to frequent the rides on the pier, liking to see the view. Sometimes would bring his binoculars to look at specifics (definitely not to spy on Set).

Fun fact - Is completely resistant to brain freeze even after several ice lollies or slushies, which people are impressed and envious of.

Stats -

- Skills - 8/10

- Speed - 6/10

- Power - 4/10

- Special ability - Super soakers which are able to knock people off their jetskis, once knocked off, they will respawn back on board in 5 seconds

Catchphrase - Engines on!

Set -

Age - 26

Height - 6’0

Power up item - Ice Lolly

Brief description -

Unlike his brother Set is way more calm and collected, preferring to be alone or with one or two people, not being a fan of large groups or social events, opting out if he can.

What makes up for his lack of interest in social situation would be his skill in engineering and working with his hands, being found everyday to be working on his jetski or making objects and structures for others.

Will do stuff for favours, and depending on its size bigger the favour, which when he gets to do quite enjoys the reaction others get when hearing what they’d have to do in return. He is reliable so can be trusted to do said projects.

Despite not showing it really appreciates it when people praise and acknowledge his work/projects whether it be on his jetski or other crafty projects he made such as furniture, equipment, buildings etc. Despite the cold personality he is actually quite sweet with also a knack for sweet things like his brother Jet.

Before a days racing will make himself a game plan which will be followed throughout the day, and without one or if things go off course can be anxious and freeze up not knowing what to do, hindering his performance.

Despite the differences is close to his brother, being able to ask him for honest advice with that lil nack of having a brother bond, makes them quite close, for Set sometimes being the convincing person in making him go to social events or places with many people, knowing he can be relied on to do the talking.

However has recently been going off and talking to Summer about these stuff more often by default, hanging out on the beach after hours, which has been making Jet kind of jealous.

Fun fact -

Using some scraps, he has been able to make himself a guitar which he practices whilst listening to the waves on the shoreline.

Stats -

- Skills - 4/10

- Speed - 6/10

- Power - 8/10

- Special ability - Super soakers which are able to knock people off their jetskis, once knocked off, they will respawn back on board in 5 seconds

Catchphrase - Set into motion!

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4 down 1 to go till some actual content is done with these guys, tomorrow expect Flora!

- LsArtCorner

[samson-the-whale]

Sam Grams lore

 I did it i finaly did it wooohoo

So there is two sections to Gram's lore - before the unplugging of Turbo Time and after, but I think this deserves a bit of set up: the existence of Gram and Rover (the orange one) one - does not take place in the canon, two - this is seperate from the exsistence of my other WIR ocs/self inserts, and three - the interactions with other Turbo Time sonas here on tumblr are not canon to his lore (except for interactions with Fast because I think that would be fun, but only if @aninonimosstuff-blog allows it)

Now with that out of the way, let us begin with the first half of the lore:

So Sam Gram is an npc for Turbo Time along with his best friend Clover Rover. The two of them are technically extra racers that get added to later levels if you got far enough into the game, but it was difficult to get to the levels with them due to the janky controls and the game being old and not letting you truly get past like the 3rd level (this is not canon to actual WIR this is just for this universe). That dosent mean Gram and Rover don't ever race, they do all the time actually, whenever there isn't a game on and such then the twins and Turbo himself would sometimes have their own races on off hours and hold their own mini competitions. Now something you should know about Sam Gram is that he has two sides to him - the silly more cheerful side that can react cowerdly, dyslexic and goofy, but then there's his other side which is more zoned out, serious, depressing and scared. He's usually the first one, but the second one he gets whenver he gets into his own head such as getting last in a race or getting a few too many drinks at Tapper's (he is considered a sad drunk), the only person who can really pull him out of one of those stupors being his best friend Clover Rover.

 Now, who is Clover? Well they are more calm and collected out of the two unusual npcs, being more down to earth and content, but can be silly at times - being a good contrast to Grams sillyness, Rover helps him out a lot.

Now how these two interact with the other characters in their game usually has to do with the situation, but almost all interactions are roughly the same;

Sam interacting with the twins: Gram's interactions with the twins don't happen that often - infact he mixes the two up quite often - so the twins aren't too fond of him, but don't outright hate him because they know he's trying and they cut him a bit of slack while Gram is just doin' his best to be a friendly co-worker.

Sam interacting with Turbo: this poor yellow boy is scared to hell of Turbo. Now for a bit the two had simple interactions, such as with the twins, but after one fateful day, Turbo had one of his little anger fits. Gram was caught in the crossfire, getting a wrench to the face after he had finally beat Turbo in a race (his first win too, he never one any of his races ever, coming in 4th or 5th) and it all happened becauss Gram went to go give Turbo a handshake and say good game. After that interaction, Gram's always been on thin ice with Turbo, causing Gram to be all skittish around him.

Clover interacting with the twins: they're mutuals, they hold eachother with respect. While Clover usually keeps to himself, he will every now and then interact with people - those people being the twins and Gram. So if he's not hanging out with Gram he's usually with the twins.

Clover interacting with Turbo: they avoid Turbo. After seeing what he can do when pissed, Rover had decided to stay away from Turbo as best he could.

Now! Onto the second half:

The second half of the lore takes place after the unplugging of both Turbo Time and Road Blasters… so you may think "oh this section will be short due to Turbo Time being unplugged and all its npcs dying", well fun fact: Gram doesn't go out with the unplugging.

(As I have mentioned earlier, Rover and Gram never really get to be in the main game due to the old console, so they don't need to stay in their game during open hours, so sometimes they leave to go somwhere else or do something else.)

So when the whole crash of '87 and the unplugging happened, Gram wasn't in the cabinet - he was actually out in the central power bar talking to Surge (the surge and protect dude). The reason he was talking to him was because Gram had a bad habit of taking Tapper's stuff to his game and Surge was scolding him (Gram likes taking odd knick-knacks like napkins or broken glass shards). So when the game was being unplugged, he got to witness it. *(yippee a section wrten like a storry oh boy!):

(So this is basically how the whole unplugging thing went for him)

"For the last time, napkins aren't powerups like the fruit in Pac-Man, I should be allowed to take something like a piece of paper with me between games" Gram grumbled as Surge just rolled his eyes. He had heard this hundreds of times. "Listen, all I ask is that you stop moving items from other games to yours, ok?" Surge spoke calmly, almost like to a child  as Gram tapped his foot. "Fine, but only to get you off my back, blue boy." "Good, im glad you've come to your senses." The yellow racer mumbled back what the Surge protecter just said back in a mocking tone, which earned another eye roll from the blue volt of electricity. "Now I believe you shou-" Surge stopped, spotting something out of the corner of his eye; something - no, someone - running from one plug to the other? "Hey, hello, Earth to Surge-!" the brunet waved a hand infront of the taller man's face. Surge shushed the racer as he moved his focus back across the station. "Did you see that?" "See what?" "I could hav sworn-!" The blue man perked up and he bolted over to the plugs where he saw the movement. "Hey, wait up!" Gram raced after him, eventually meeting him back at the plug entrance of his own game and that new one that got plugged in just earlier that day - what was it called again? Oh yeah, Road Blasters.. "-hey, what's the big idea? It's rude to run off in the middle of a conversarion ya know…" The short man paused folowing the Surge protector's wide eyed gaze up at the title screen of the plug. His eyes whent wide. His game. It was gone. Ther was no title on the screen, just empty black pixels. "Whats the big idea…?" he turned to Surge, who was now looking back at Gram before noting something down in his notebook. "Uh, hello…?" his voice wavered slightly. "Surge, where is my game? Is this some sick joke?!" Surge glanced over at the Road Blasters plug, jotting something down before turning back to Gram once more, his expression still being that cold, hard stare, just with a twinge of sympathy and sadness. Sam took another look at the plug before the gears started to turn in his head. "I'm sorry Gram, your game has been unplugged." The Surge protecter zipped off, leaving the racer alone, staring up at the empty socket that was once the entrance to his home. His eyes started to fill with tears.

(Yippee trauma) So ya that is basically how that went down Now Gram spends his time as a gameless npc living in the power strip. Due to these events and losing his only way out of his sad slumps, he became more quiet and closed off, being talked about behind his back by other game characters and being avoided by others… he dosen't talk with anyone anymore.

So ya hope you like the lore :D

(Also thank you to my bf fore spell chaking this :3)

[bowieandqueen11]

Being Scotty’s Best Friend Would Include...

Request: I'm so excited you brought up Star Trek! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for having Scotty as a best friend. I'm such a big fan of your writing. I hope you're having a great day!

Oh my gosh I’m always here for a little Scotty love and it’s been far too long since I wrote for Star Trek! Thank you darling :)

Warning: mentions of drinking alcohol, and mentions of injury/needles! 

(I do not own Star Trek or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @whoophoney.)

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I love my Scottish icon so much but since he takes on literally 100% of the stress for keeping this beautiful old ship afloat, he is on the brink of an exhaustion induced mental breakdown 24/7. Sometimes you have to go down to Sickbay and rope Bones into helping you; the look of panic on Scotty’s face when the two of you step out of the turbo lift and come literally sprinting towards him is something behold. With only minimal squirming, the two of you manage to rope yourselves around his arms and drag him down to his room just to get a few hours of bloody sleep. You stay, flopping down on his sofa because you know Scotty too well, and in two jiffs he’d be making a beeline straight for those sliding doors again. Bones even decides he can finish off his last bits of paperwork in the corridor, helping you keep watch. 

You and Scotty manage to finally come to a halfway point: he’ll stay in his room, but only if he can curl up onto the settee next to you, and fall asleep with his chin smushed against the side of your face. He has a massive crick in his neck when he wakes up the next morning, stretching his arms out past your head while you shake a glob of his slobber off your shoulder, but it’s worth it to see how bouncy he is back down in engineering. 

Sometimes when things are a bit slower on the Enterprise the two of you will have drinking competitions down in his office. Chekov happens to wander past one afternoon, and comes in laughing when he spots you desperately trying to hold back your laughter as Scotty wiggles his eyebrows on you. He nearly jumps out of his seat in a fit of giggles when you accidentally spray half of the whiskey in your mouth out over his uniform, but poor Chekov decides to wander over to your desk right then and gets most of it on the side of his face. 

To be completely honest, the joy the two of you bring to each other is so infectious, that most of the Enterprise’s crew seem to gravitate towards the two of you at one time or another. One night, you and Scotty were sitting in a couple of desk chairs in the recreation room, nothing but the pearls of picked starlight whirling in the open expanse behind your head to keep you company in the dim room. The two of you are trying to speak over each other, gossip and idle chatter passing easily between the two of you as you unwind after a very long week down main engineering. It’s a very chill, warm, and comforting vibe that Jim walks in to: your legs are slung over Scotty’s lap as you nod at whatever topic his mind has jumped onto now, and he stops every so often to over you his whiskey bottle and steal it back once you’ve taken a sip. Jim likes to just sit in the same room as the two of you, because the constant stream of familiar chatter immediately drowns out and calms the storm of anxiety that brews up slowly in his head.

This man has an absolutely abysmal sense of humour, and you adore it. The ship could be in the middle of an intense attack, sweat dripping down both your faces as you make a run to the engine, trying to stop a couple of the blades from spinning off in a fiery blaze that would destroy half the cabins. Despite you literally hauling his ass through a small shaft, your grip on his legs tenuous at best as you try to dangle some equipment out from the loops of your belt, Scotty decides it’s the best time to try and crack terrible jokes to alleviate the tension. Well, he says ‘tension’, but to be completely honest he knows how afraid you are, and it breaks his heart to think that he could die without even trying to help you. 

Well, he tries to crack jokes until the ship lurches sideways, and then you’re dangling from the railings around the engine while Scotty holds onto your shoulders ‘scooby doo’ style.

This man is seriously, genuinely, incredibly protective over you. He sees you as his sibling: the closest thing he has to family (before he gets close to the rest of the crew as well), and so if he finds Spock to be a little too... demeaning towards you, even though he doesn’t mean to be, he will 100% shove you behind his back. The incorrectly filled out paperwork Spock was trying to hand back to you flutters down to the floor, and Spock raises an eyebrow in measured surprise as Scotty’s fingers encircle your wrist. Then the pointer finger comes out wagging, his mouth goes off running, and you’re pretty sure you can hear him yell ‘go ahead, fire me! You bet your arse you won’t be able to find two better engineers in all the universe, laddie!’

Spock, frozen in place and confused with the interaction, just turns his head to you and offers an apology once Scotty finally cools down a little. Once he heads back to the bridge to recount what happened to an incredibly amused Jim, Scotty’s tight grip onto your wrist turns into a bone crushing hug. He mutters his own sincere apologies for letting that happen into the top of your head, hefting your feet off the floor and spinning you around, his face burning red as his chin bumps against your forehead.

He has this little check in he likes to do with you (well, mainly to check in, but also to tease you a little in the proper brotherly fashion.) You know you should probably run away when he starts slinking over to where you’re tinkering with your wrenches, with a sly smile on his face. He’ll come leaning against the wall beside you, running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face fondly, before gently slapping the side of your cheek a couple of times. You always do your best to try and poke him on the shoulder back, but that little bugger is fast as lightening as he ducks away from you and runs down towards the corridor. Sometimes Bones has wandered tiredly into one of the medical supply closets, nearly being knocked down onto his ass as you run past him with a little goblin grin and a big wave. He should have known rightly, as he opens the door, that Scotty would be hiding in here. Scotty, however, is incredibly surprised, and falls down from the pipe he’s hanging onto from the ceiling down onto a stack of shelves. 

Bones just sighs and heaves him up, his tricorder already out and scanning his head as he leads him down to Sickbay. He knows to get on his comms immediately and notify you because: 1) the two of you have this kind of sixth sense where you know when the other is in trouble, so you’re already perched on the edge of Len’s desk, immediately yelling at Scotty before the two of them have hobbled through the door. And 2) Scotty, like Jim, absolutely does his best to escape Sickbay at all costs and it drives Len insane, so he needs your help to keep him in his biobed. Bones does his best to stitch up the gash in Scotty’s leg as you loop your arm around his left and haul him back down. Between muffled swears, Scotty trying to jerk you off, and you patting the beads of sweat away from his forehead gently to comfort him, Scotty begins to ease into it. 

I feel like the two of you would be the type to try and tease Jim any chance you got. Say, if there’s some huge ballroom event held down at base that the crew all go to? You and Scotty are definitely on the dance floor, having a competition to see who can stand on the other’s feet the most, and waltzing terribly back and forth in front of poor Jim and whoever he’s currently trying to hold a conversation with. Eventually he just gives up, and the two of you are beat in your terrible dancing only by Jim and Spock, who he’s managed to coax to the edge of the floor and is currently just doing a slow box step in place around Jim’s arms lmao.

Sometimes you’ll head back to your quarters after a long shift to find Scotty’s bent over behind greeting you. Turns out, once he turns around in surprise with a sheepish grin, that he has spent his break fixing bits and bobs around your room. Eh, there’s a few concerning bolts scattered around your floor, and your shower now has an extra knob that you’re far too terrified to turn, but he’s so sweet bless his heart. He gets this massive, sunshine filled, proud grin on his face when you thank him for helping out, and comes clambering over towards you to engulf you in a bear hug. He has a hard time telling the people that he cares about that he loves him, so acts of devotion are definitely this man’s love language. He’s just trying to show you how much he cares in the only way he knows how, so please squeeze your arms around his waist and grip onto the broad expanse of his back, because it’s the best way for him to understand that you return the sentiment.

The two of you usually spend your shore leave together: either the two of you find a random, deserted planet and do your best to spend the time curled up asleep on the shore of a serene beach, or he takes you back to Glasgow to visit Fran since she loves you so much.

He pretends, fervently, that he’s not incredibly dependent on you being around, but bruh. If the plans ever need to change, or you receive a message on your communication device about an emergency situation back at Starfleet you’re being sent for, Scotty will act really mopey and upset for the rest of the trip because he truly misses your company so much.

[simpingforcys]

CyBug King Candy/Turbo x Reader

[First Meeting]

It had been months since the Sugar Rush incident happened in the arcade. You still didn’t know what happened, you were outlets away. But it was still big news throughout the arcade.

You took the regular stroll around your game after the arcade closed. It was your way to wind down before another day tomorrow. You knew the path too well. And your colleagues and fellow NPCs knew you went on said walk, so they never worried or bothered to come find you.

The deeper you went, the nicer it felt. Solitary and calm. Far from the responsibilities of your game work. Just you and your thoughts-

Was that a branch snap?

You turn around and pause. There were no NPCs this far in the game.

Even in the darker part of your map, you knew that.

A rustle makes your sprites jump.

You hear a hiss. And a snarl. Distant, but you knew it was there. On top of that, you felt something staring at you. You weren’t just not alone, but being watched.

You take a few steps back, hoping to return back to the center of your map again when the ground is swept under you, like a strong whip hit your feet and you fell back flat on the ground.

The rapid swift steps and sudden loud buzzing of wings that overtook the air made you jump back to sit up.

Your coding feels like it’s a jumbled mess inside you when a tall, conjoined jerky in movement creature towers over you, coming out of the shadows and into the light.

The first thing you noticed was piercing glowing red eyes and a wide open mouth of sharp teeth. Two lines under it resembled blood for a second that did not help when two sharp clawed hands rose up to either side of the figure.

The clicking of its feet against each other and the ground didn’t make you shiver, but the low, crackling cackle from the throat of whatever this was when it flashes it’s teeth in a smirk certainly did.

" W̸h̴a̸t̸ ̸d̵o̷ ̴w̵e̸ ̵h̵a̵v̵e̸ ̴h̷e̴r̷e̷~?̵"

[its-queenofthesilence]

I Cannot Live Without My Soul! Part 1 of ?

Synopsis

"You know…ever since this all started, I keep thinking what would have happened if he chose someone else. If he decided to go after anyone else instead of her. Maybe we wouldn’t be sitting here right now; maybe we would all be dead…something tells me though, we were going to end up here regardless."

"Either way…. I don’t think anyone could have predicted what was about to happen next.”

OR: No matter how fast you run or how much you lie, the past has a way of catching up to you. For AndrAIa, that moment has finally come.

Chapter 1: A Story Told That Never Really Ends

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In the dim light of the interrogation room, he can’t help but fiddle with the cuffs of his uniform. He’s been here so many times in the past, but never for something like this. He is not sure what he is waiting for or how long he has been waiting. He might have been sat for eight millihours or just two microminutes, he’s not really sure. What he is sure of, is he cannot take the waiting any more, and he feels his stomach twisting and turning as it threatens to release his breakfast onto the floor. 

He’s ready to bolt towards the door when it swings open and a tall woman with pink skin and red hair tied back into a tight bun steps into the room, dressed in a silver guardian suit. He doesn’t know her personally but he’s seen her a few times, here and there during his time in the supercomputer to know who she is. Echo Volt. One of the highest ranking members of the Guardian Collective, right under Turbo. Yellow eyes narrowed, and a pursed look on her face, she waits no time sitting down across from him, dropping a thick folder of files across from him.

She says nothing as another man, dressed in a bronze uniform, likely her subordinate, steps into the room, holding a box labeled “Mainframe” on the side and what has to be a .wav recorder. The man leans down to give the box and the recorder to the woman who murmurs a small thank you, taking it without hesitation and depositing it onto the table. Neither pay him any mind as she flips through the file she already set down before opening the box. He realizes now, he can see written on the side is not only the word Mainframe but “Box 1 of 236”. His tongue feels heavy.

“You are Guardian 40 of the 52nd Division, Level 3 Systems Officer, Robert Syntax, correct?” she asks, not bothering to look at him. 

“I-...it’s Bob, actually.” he says. Why was he nervous? He had never been nervous about meeting with his superiors. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had ever been in the hot seat; User knew how many times he had been reprimanded and written up for dumb things he did during Cadet school. But this wasn’t like cadet school, he wasn’t being interrogated because he and his bunk mates had teepeed the Dean's office. This was….indescribable. She looks up sharply, eyes narrowing further. 

“Soldier, this is an official Guardian investigation which directly involves you and that little backwater system of yours. We are not friends, I am your superior. I’ve read your record and I know you have a tendency to be smart mouthed. I am going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer to the best of your abilities, with no backtalk, understood?”

The confident part of Bob that was quick witted and calm under pressure had shriveled upon and died in the last few cycles, leaving behind a cynical man in his place.

“...Understood.” 

“Good, now I will repeat: You are Guardian 40 of the 52nd Division, Level 3 Systems Officer, Robert Syntax of the Guardian Collective, correct?” she says, pulling a pen out from her breast pocket and marking something down on a sheet she has pulled from the file folder on the desk.

“…Yes.”

“Good.” She notes something else, from his position across the table he can’t make out the notes she’s writing but can see a sheet sticking out of the folder with the name Dot Matrix on it, the ‘atrix’ part covered by the folder. It made sense, they probably interviewed everyone in Mainframe at this point, or at least anyone remotely related to the incident the council was now calling the “Matrix” incident. 

She stops writing, setting her pen aside and grabs the recorder; he realizes now that it’s already on, the red light blinking. She moves it closer to the middle of the table, fussing with the placement for a few minutes before she’s finally satisfied with where it’s sat. She rises for a moment, readjusting her chair as she sits again and crosses her legs and turns to look at him directly for the first time truly since she walked into the room.

“Right. Now, I have already interviewed your friends, and your fiancé, as well as the accused and the... .well him, since Turbo insisted. Give me, in your own words, a recount on what happened here tonight. And please don’t lie, I am many things but I am not an idiot and I have ways of finding out the truth.” she says, fingers tapping the table. He shudders because she knows what exactly the council is capable of, even if they liked to pretend their more inhumane methods of extracting the truth were mere rumors rather than fact. 

“I…I think if you want to know what happened tonight, you need to go back to the beginning, to the wedding when this all started.” The lump in his throat which had been small and easily ignorable was now growing and tightening as emotion threatened to spill from his lips. He fought to push it down; he couldn’t cry, not now.

“Then by all means, go ahead. I am in no rush, we want to get to the bottom of this and any information that can help shed light on what happened would be appreciated.” She leans back in her chair, eyes forward and hands in her lap, silently gesturing that the floor was his. He licks his lips out of nervousness and tries to push out the anguish he feels.

“I don’t…I assume I don’t need to tell you about the wedding, or about what happened right after. It started when Megabyte announced his intent over the intercom: he wasn’t back to take over the Mainframe or infect the supercomputer. He was back to enact his revenge against us; to hunt us down one by one in the confines of the Principal’s Office. It was to be our coffin."

"You know…ever since this all started, I keep thinking what would have happened if he chose someone else. If he decided to go after anyone else instead of her. Maybe we wouldn’t be sitting here right now; maybe we would all be dead…something tells me though, we were going to end up here regardless."

"Either way…. I don’t think anyone could have predicted what was about to happen next.”

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[weadapt]

(I read your tags @cal-with-a-kesett-tape )

....here's the thing. I have two versions of the POSSIBLE story in my brain that IM NOT GOING TO WRITE. First one, like you said, his parents have reservations of giving him up because they heard the horror stories, and they love him, and there's the impact of, what @eddawrites said in the comments, well-meaning friends/family giving him hand-me-downs and making his life awful, but the seekers come, explain what's going on with him, his parents make the hard decision of saying farewell to Cal, Cal finally has some relief because the Jedi know what to do, end story. Overall light, kinda happy(ish) story.

The other version in my brain uh...................................... okay, listen, ....... it's not so light....... if there is a baby, from birth pretty much, who is constantly crying, suddenly scared for (from everyone's perspective) no good reason, nothing anyone does calms Cal down, he won't sleep, and if he does sleep it's more like he passes out from exhaustion more than actually sleeping but he's not unconscious for long, he's just constantly screaming and crying till there are no more tears, and they can barely get him on a normal eating pattern because nearly everything baby Cal interacts with causes a fit so no one wants to interact with him anymore, but his parent(s) try to take him to the doctor but they have no idea what's wrong, by all their scans he's fine, so the parent(s) are tired, they haven't slept, they're frustrated, angry, they're frankly losing their minds and this goes on for days, weeks, months maybe—how do parents in that kind of situation of dealing with a non-stop crying child, when they're at their wits end, often react/almost react? huh? you know the answer. and it's, to me, the most unfortunately realistic reaction in that situation because you hear a lot of stories of that kind of abuse happening to babies/young kids when they just can't stop crying. So before the parent(s) almost do that to Cal, someone has to come in, save him, steal him, they go on a journey across star systems to try and find him help but no doctors, know matter how many they go to, knows what's wrong with him, they don't know what's causing the seizures, the crying fits, the blank, thousand-yard stares, but this person who takes Cal in isn't going to give up on him, not like everyone in his life before gave up on him, there has to be a solution somewhere out there, but in the meantime, they try to find ways to help Cal cope, how to help him calm down, and try to find things which make Cal happy, try to find places where he can safely play and safely interact with the world, with nature or animals without having adverse reactions, they introduce him to things maybe like turbo dogs and other things and just try to find him a little relief until a solution for him can be found. Maybe a good amount of time passes on this quest, maybe weeks, months, maybe this character takes on a job maybe as a courier of some sort to have enough money to still be able to travel to different places, I don't know, but it's an ongoing struggle, and maybe there's a point where it's getting desperate, Cal is getting worse and worse and these sudden reactions, seizures, petrified moments where he's just paralyzed, can't get him to snap out of, it's all really really starting to affect his health more than before, he's refusing to eat, he can't sleep, none of the coping mechanisms are helping, he's withering away, there's a moment of hope though, some mention of a doctor who knows more than other doctors perhaps. so this character is willing to do anything, even something illegal, just to have the funds to get to this special doctor, but this is another fraud, another disappointment, cal isn't going to get help, in-between all of this the character trying to help Cal has been having this sense that they're being followed, makes them uneasy, the feeling is valid, they are being follow, and eventually it's revealed that the people following them are seekers for force-sensitives and they are willing/know how to help cal, but are they trust worthy??? can't just hand Cal over to these strangers, not after taking care of him for so long, Cal has to be protected from these people, they probably have bad intentions, so this is a matter of getting out of the star system as quickly as possible, Cal is in danger.... so they take Cal far away from that place, but this is still desperate, Cal needs help. These seekers track them down again and prove they can help Cal....... and this character who has protected and loved and taken care of Cal for all this time has to make the hardest decision, they chose to let him go....... they say goodbye....

and yeah that's the second idea in my brain

If I POSSIBLY (no promises) wrote a story of Cal having severe echos at a very, very young age and his parent(s) struggling to find a way to help him, what would you ultimately want out of the story?

[mlmxreader]

Revelations of a Nightmare | Corinthian x m!reader

@hopecountyisforlovers asked: non prompt rqs huh.  okay hear me out. reveal fic w corinthian.  i simply want him to let reader see him for everything that he is and have a moment when they still love him unconditionally and are fascinated by him okay. babygirl moment...... two!!!!

summary: you’ve been the Corinthian’s boyfriend for a while, but there’s some things that you don’t know about him, so when he tells you, he’s a little bit shocked by how you react. 

tws: smoking, swearing, mentions of murder/violence

word count: 1012

Mötley Crüe’s version of ‘Like a Virgin’ was playing loudly as Corinthian watched you carefully, sat opposite you as he rolled cigarettes while you typed away on your laptop, occasionally asking him to reread numbers for you from invoices; he was tolerant of it, he knew numbers weren’t exactly your strong suit and he knew that you wanted to make sure that there were no mistakes. He passed one of the cigarettes over, leaning back as he lit his own and hummed softly. Usually these types of days didn’t exist, always onto the next target and always hunting down his next kill and dragging you along behind him - “it’s just a business trip, don’t worry”, “I just wanted to treat you to a few days out” - with some excuse or another; but he had figured there would not be any harm in hunting and collecting locally for a couple of days. He always found a way before, he could do it now. He took a drag from his cigarette, licking his lips as he sighed and cleared his throat; one way or another you were bound to find out about what he really was, he might as well tell you himself. 

“You’ve never seen me without my glasses,” he said, drawing your attention as ‘Turbo Lover’ by Judas Priest came on. 

You were nodding your head along to the song, using your phone to turn the volume up a little louder, but not loud enough that you had to shout over it. “I don’t mind, y’know.” 

Corinthian shook his head, running a hand through his hair and grumbling softly as he took them off; he tossed them onto the table. You looked at him, seeing the two pairs of teeth, but you didn’t run. You didn’t scream or recoil in horror like all the other men he had dated did. You smiled, taking another drag from your cigarette and humming softly. 

“You know… that’s kinda hot,” you admitted, and when he furrowed his brows, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “The teeth. It’s… it’s kinda hot.” 

A laugh escaped him, more disbelief than anything else, not quite sure how to react; no other man had ever been so calm about it, so casual. He put the glasses back on, out of habit more than anything else, and he cleared his throat. “You’re not scared?”

“Not really,” you shrugged, daring to laugh softly. “Corinthian, I love you. I mean, yeah, it’s funky and I’m kinda curious but… y’know, I love you. I’m your boyfriend, I’m not going anywhere.” 

He smiled, nodding slowly. “I was created a long time ago. All the worst parts of humanity, a living nightmare… but I broke free. I escaped.” 

You sighed, reaching across the table to take his hand in your own, running your thumb across his knuckles. “And yet, to me, you’re just Corinthian. You’re the guy I love, and as far as I’m concerned… that’s all I give a shit about.” 

“You really aren’t scared, are you?”

“Nope,” you grinned. “Like I said, the teeth thing… that’s hot. I won’t lie, it’s hot. The nightmare thing… doesn’t change what you mean to me. Doesn’t change that I love you.” 

Corinthian smiled, blushing a little as he hummed softly and leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to the side. “I knew there was a reason you caught my attention so easily when we first met… you’re a special man, (y/n), you know that?”

“Well, I gotta be,” you licked your lips as you dared to laugh softly. “I somehow managed to be your boyfriend. I gotta be either special or really fucking lucky… I gotta ask, though, was it you?”

“Was what me, puppy?”

“I used to have nightmares,” you explained, “y’know, the usual shit about the past… but since you came along, I haven’t had jack shit.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, that was me… do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head, a little too harshly for him to think that this was just a casual comment. “Please don’t… I don’t wanna know how you do it, but please don’t stop.” 

“I won’t,” he told you, as if it was the most important he had ever and would ever make, as if it meant fucking everything. “As long as you want me to, I’ll make sure that no nightmares come near you.” 

You smiled, nodding a little as you chewed at your lip; sure, you were fascinated to know more and you were more than curious, but as you looked at him, you couldn’t bring yourself to even think of asking any questions. More than anything, you wanted to sit on his lap and kiss him until you were breathless, until you couldn’t even form words, let alone fucking ask him anything. 

Swallowing thickly, you dared to pull your hand from him, pushing your chair out as you came round the table; tilting his head to the side, Corinthian couldn’t help but to wonder what you were doing until you pushed his chair back, and made yourself comfortable on his lap, making him grumble softly as he held you tightly. 

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“It can wait,” you mumbled. “I just wanna make sure that you know I’m not fucking going anywhere.” 

Smiling to himself, Corinthian nodded, holding you tightly as he sighed; sure, he was quite literally a walking nightmare and he did sneak away to go and kill people, but he was everything to you. Your protector, your lover, your best friend. He was your Corinthian, and when it came to you, he would let you get away with anything and everything; you were just a mortal man but… fuck, if he didn’t want to keep you close like that until the end of time. He wanted to keep you as close as he could. You were the only one who had access to what he guessed could be called his heart. He had a soft spot for you, and you fucking knew it and then some. 

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[nothinghcppens]

small talk- pietro maximoff

part 2

part 1 here

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: after being apart of the team of super soldiers that hydra experimented on, y/n was one of the successful experiments and had been released to the world. the winter soldier and the siren had become the most prolific assassin duo in the world. but what happens when they get taken in by the avengers? what happens when she meets a particularly fast superhero with an attitude?

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma, alcohol, kissing but like only that, minor sexual jokes

a/n: hi !! i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love and support of part 1 of small talk and bad liar omg <3 i also wanted to add a taglist to future fics so let me know if you want added it! make sure to specify if you want to be added to the marvel or the harry potter one bc i have a harry potter fic in the works rn! also i’m gonna write a part three that’s just cute bc i want to keep writing this character heheh

“wake up!” splash.

the feeling of cold water hitting your face shocked you awake and you sat up with a gasp. trails of blue flashed from beside your bed and out the door, the clang of a bucket hitting the floor. “pietro maximoff. i am going to kill your speedy ass!” you shouted, jumping out of bed. not even caring that you were only in a t-shirt and shorts, you chased after him, following the blue light.

the trails stopped eventually, and so did you. you glanced around, listening for any sign of him. you crept over to one of the couches and grabbed a pillow as a weapon. “where are you?” you called, i’m a sing-song voice.

you walked around the room, “come on, don’t hide from me now.” the faint sound of his breathing was heard along with the dripping water from your hair and t-shirt. you followed the sound of his shallow breaths to the island in the kitchen. you dropped the pillow, climbed up on the island and crawled across it before swung your head over the edge, in front of his. “hey there.

he gasped, “shit.” you flipped your hair back up and sat back on your knees. pietro stood up and turned to face you before bursting into fits of laughter.

“i don’t know what’s funny.” you mumbled, glaring up at him.

“yes you do, you look ridiculous.” he huffed between laughs.

“i won’t look ridiculous when i’m putting a bullet through your head.” you spat.

“calm down, love. it’s only a bit of fun.” he said.

“i was sleeping piet!” you protested. you moved your legs so that they were dangling off the edge.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m sorry!”

“you better be. i’ll get you back though.”

he stepped forward and leaned his hands on the island, on either side of you. “will you, yeah?”

his head was an inch away from yours, you could feel his breath against your face. you saw his eyes drift from your eyes to your lips and back up again. he leaned in slightly and your breathing quickened. “what’re you doing?” you whispered.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he replied in the same hushed tone.

“something you should’ve done a long time ago.” you leaned in towards him, lips almost touching.

“good morning!” cap announced, walking into the kitchen, looking at his phone. you two broke apart quickly, pietro speeding and grabbing you a glass of orange juice and ten occupying himself by looking at something in the cupboard.

“hey cap.” you croaked, voice uneasy from the nerves coursing through your body. “morning steve.” pietro greeted, closing the cupboard and standing next to you on the counter. steve didn’t look up from his phone and didn’t notice your wet hair and clothes

“how’s our newest recruit?” he asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the shelves.

“steve, i’ve been here for like 6 months!” you complained.

he put the mug in the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons, “and? you’re still the newest.”

“might be the newest but i could still take you down old man.”

“don’t get too cocky kid, i think pietro’s rubbing off on you.”

“ew i’d rather go back to being tortured than be like him.” you joked.

“how dare you! you know you love being around me.”

you made fake gagging noise and steve let out a laugh. he finally turned around and looked at you two for the first time this morning.

“oh- uh y/n? what happened, why are you soaked?” he asked, averting his eyes from you. your eyes widened in realisation that you were wearing little-to-nothing in front of your captain and your t-shirt was clinging to your body.

“pietro is a dick is what happened.” you said, pushing yourself off the table. “if you’ll excuse me, i’ll go make myself decent.”

“you look decent all the time, love!” pietro called after you as you began to leave the kitchen. you swivelled round and flipped him off with both hands before leaving the room.

———

“do you remember when-“ you let out a giggle and pointed at bucky, “when we had to kill those french agents and you-“ another laugh, “you fell over a wall! god i mean because my brain was mush i couldn’t laugh but looking back on it that shit was hilarious!”

you and the team were recalling old missions gone wrong, with the assistance of alcohol obviously, and you were telling a story about you and bucky- much to his dismay.

“i didn’t fall.” he protested, taking a swig from the bottom of beer in his hand.

“so what happened then? did the sidewalk just crumble?” you questioned, laughing loudly. the rest of the team sat observing the interaction, large smiles across all their face. pietro sat to your left with his arm around your shoulder, a drink in his other hand.

“okay. maybe i did fall.” bucky mumbled causing a roar of laughter from everyone. “but, remember how we were running through a forest in, where was it again?-“

“bulgaria.” you said, already knowing where this was going.

“bulgaria! yes. and it was raining so it was super muddy and you got suck in the mud!” he laughed.

“you left me there! i had to drag myself out.” you complained.

“well we had a mission to complete! you would’ve done the same.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re right. i would have.” you felt pietro laugh from beside you and you smiled at him. “time for a refill.” you announced, pushing yourself up off the sofa. you wandered to the kitchen and took the bottle of wine on the table and poured some into your glass. due to the alcohol already in your system you spilled a little on the counter, “shit.” you muttered.

“need some help there?” pietro asked.

“i can pour wine myself thank you very much.” you retorted.

“i think the table disagrees.” he chuckled.

“shut up.” you groaned. pietro sped from the door to grab a towel and stopped behind you. he reached over your shoulder and wiped the spilled wine up. his breath was hot against your neck. you turned around, wine glass in hand, and looked up into his eyes. his hands remained on either side of you.

“this is the second time we’ve ended up here.” he mumbled.

“good observation, captain obvious.” you teased. pietro rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh.

pietro took his right hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes. he kept his hand on the side of your head and leant in slightly for the second time in the past week. your breathing deepened and your heart was thumping against your chest. you tilted your head up towards his head and your lips were almost touching, just as they were a few days ago

“y/n! can you get me a whiskey before you come back?!” tony called from the other room.

pietro groaned in frustration and pulled away from you, tilting his head up. “i’m going to kill those avengers.”

“good luck with that speedy.” you said, tapping his chest lightly.

he stepped away from you, letting you leave his embrace to get tony a drink. after pouring him a glass of whiskey and grabbing your glass of wine, you and pietro entered the room filled with your team. his hand was placed in the small of your back, guiding you back to the sofa.

you handed tony his drink and he smiled at you, “thanks kid.”

pietro sat on the couch and you flopped down beside him, his arm resuming its place of around your shoulder. you swung your legs up and across pietro’s legs, earning a few looks from nat and clint. they looked at each other and raised their eyebrows with a smirk.

steve and bucky were telling a story of a party they went to in the 40s and how bucky had to drag him to dance with these girls they met. you took a sip of your drink and noticed pietro’s eyes glancing at your lips, “want a sip?” you asked, smirking because you knew that’s not what he was looking at.

he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and sighed, “watch it, y/l/n.”

“oooooooh we’re on last name terms now?” you teased, smiling.

“yeah if you keep pissing me off we will be.”

“don’t be so easy to piss off.” you replied.

he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “cant help it. i’m frustrated.”

you pushed out your bottom lip in an overdramatic pout, “boohoo.”

tony then shot forward in his seat and clapped his hands together, “tomorrow you two,” he said, pointing at you and bucky, “are gonna have a little fashion show, i’ve been working on some suits for you guys and i need your input.”

“wait really?” you asked.

“yup. i’m not having you two going on missions in your hydra gear.” he explained.

“shit, thanks tony.” bucky replied.

“where’s my suit?” pietro questioned.

“you’ll get on eventually. your girlfriend is just a little more improtant.”

“i was here first.” he protested.

“girlfriend?” you asked at the same time.

“wait your turn, turbo.” tony said.

pietro scoffed and everyone laughed at the interaction.

nat stretched her arms behind her head and yawned, “alright losers, i’m going to bed.”

“yeah, me too.” clint added.

eventually everyone had made their way upstairs and all that was left was you, tony and pietro.

“okay. what’s going on here?” tony asked, wagging his finger between you guys. pietro’s hand was now resting on your leg which was still across his.

“nothing.” you said.

“uh huh? yeah that bullshit doesn’t work on me kiddo.”

“piet, sure nothing has happened.” you glanced at him and a look of annoyance crossed his face.

“yeah stark. nothings happened.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“well if anything does happen, stay safe.” he winked at you two, “and if you hurt her, speedy, she’ll probably hurt you back worse.”

you laughed, “hell yeah i will.”

“oh i know you will.”

“goodnight .” tony said as he stood up from his chair and left the room.

you swung your legs off pietro and stood up, “well goodnight piet.” a smirk grew across your face as you began to walk away.

“nope.” he stated, grabbing your wrist and turning you back around. he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, legs on either side of him. he placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled your head towards his before crashing your lips onto his.

the kiss was heated, after being denied it twice before. your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck and his moved to your waist. his fingers dug into your hips causing you to moan slightly, he took this opportunity to intertwine his tongue with yours.

eventually you broke apart, both gasping for air. you placed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to do that.” he muttered.

“worth it?” you asked, teasing him.

“nope.” he joked.

you leaned back and glared at him, “you bitch.” you leaned in and kissed him again, running your fingers through his hair and pulling it slightly. he groaned against your lips and you smiled through the kiss, enjoying the effect you had on him.

pulling away for the second time, you both had content smiles on your faces. you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, “you’re comfortable.”

he let out a hearty laugh, “thank you?”

“it’s a compliment, i could sit here forever.”

suddenly you were no long sitting on top of him, you were being picked up and whisked through the building. your hair blew around until you stopped and were in your room. “what just happened?”

“i’m tired and the couch didn’t seem good to sleep on.” he explained.

“woah, woah, woah. who said you’re sleeping in my room?”

“i did.” he stated. using his powers he stripped himself down to his underwear and jumped on your bed, under the covers.

“i regret kissing you. you’re a pain in the ass.” you complained.

“and you called me a bitch?!” he exclaimed.

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your pyjamas that were at the foot of your bed and walked to your bathroom.

“where are you going?” he asked.

“getting changed, i don’t want you watching.”

you closed the door to block out his protests and quickly got ready for bed.

“hurry up.” pietro called.

“stop complaining or i’m going to sleep on the couch.” you replied, opening the door and leaning against the doorframe. pietro was sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes raked over your body and a small smirk grew on his face. “eyes up here pretty boy.”

he laughed and pulled back the cover before patting the spot next to him, signalling for you to join him. you shuffled over and slid into the bed. pietro wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“so much for the whole tough super soldier act, you’re a softie at heart, aren’t you love?” he muttered in your ear.

“anymore of that and i’ll suffocate you in your sleep with this pillow.” you replied, closing your eyes and relaxed into his embrace.

“no you won’t. you’re too soft.” he teased.

“pietro. i’m warning you.” you yawned, “i don’t care how good looking you are i will kill you.”

“good looking huh?”

“fuck off and go to sleep.” you spat.

“sweet dreams, y/n.” he said with a small laugh.

“yep they won’t be about you.” you murmured, before dozing off to sleep.

———

“i knew it!” nat squealed. you squeezed your eyes close and then opened them, blinking rapidly. pietro lay behind you with his arm draped over your waist. he groaned against your neck and looked over his shoulder at the team standing at the door.

“piet what’s going on?” you grumbled, too tired to sit up and look for yourself.

“so when did this happen?” cap asked.

you finally turned over and sat up, seeing everyone stood in your room. “what the fuck? get out my room you creeps!” you shouted, grabbing the pillow behind your head and throwing it towards them.

“oh come on kid, when did it happen?” he repeated.

“none of your business steve.”

“we’re not leaving until we find out.” clint added.

“you’re awfully quiet little brother, nothing to add?” wanda said.

“i cant believe this.” you muttered, lying back down.

“last night, happy? but all we did was kiss okay, nothing else.” you explained.

“yet.” pietro stated. you elbowed him in the stomach and he winced at the impact.

“so are you two together now?” nat asked.

“well we haven’t had the chance to speak about it because you guys ruined our morning!” you exclaimed.

“what’s going on?” bucky asked, rubbing his eyes. he peered in over everyone and laughed, “nevermind.”

it seemed that pietro had had enough too so he sped out of bed and pushed everyone outside the room, closed the door and locked it. “much better.” he said.

you heard the murmurs of everyone outside, “use a condom!” clint shouted. footsteps retreated from your door as everyone left to go about their day.

“i’m moving out i can’t live here anymore.” you groaned.

“it’s not that bad, you’ve got me.” he said, crawling back onto the bed and lying on top of you. you wrapped your arms around his head and played with his hair.

“so are we like together now?” you asked, mocking natasha’s previously asked question.

“would you like that?” he asked.

“god no.” you joked, “obviously dumbass.”

he lifted his head up and leaned in to kiss you.

“nope. you’ve not brushed your teeth.”

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

Can you please write Han Lue giving the silent treatment to his gf because he's jealous at how close she's getting to Sean?

Yes I will, thank you for requesting! ❤️❤️

Han lue x reader Sean Boswell x friend! Reader

(Gifs aren’t mine I got them off of google! Credits to the owners)

Y/n smiled happily as she drove her black 1967 Chevrolet chevelle Malibu SS turbo into the empty parking garage. She was meeting up with her boyfriend, Han lue, and her new friend Sean Boswell to teach Sean how to drift without crashing his car.

“Hey Sean!” Y/n called out as she parked her car next to Seans 1971 Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS. Sean turned around from where he was leaning against his car talking to Han to look at Y/n.

“You do know you don’t have to call for us to get our attention the car gives it away.” Sean picked at his friend. Y/n chuckled as she turned the muscle car off and stepped out of it. Pocketting the keys as she walked towards them.

Han rolled his eyes at Sean and watched the two of them. He watched as Y/n gave Sean a friendly hug. The hug it’s self making him want to punch Sean in the face. He likes Sean, he truly does, but right now the way he’s all up in his girlfriend is making him itching to do something about it.

“What?” Y/n questioned her boyfriend confused. “Nothing.” He mumbled softly as he walked over to the two. He gave Y/n a hug and kiss her forehead.

“Well, we aren’t doing nothing but wasting time. So let’s get to work!” Y/n proclaimed as she looked at the two in front of her. “Let’s set these cones.” Y/n gave the orders handing them cones and telling them where to put the hazard orange cones.

“Okay, Y/n show me how it’s done.” Sean said with a smirk on his face. They had just finished putting the last of the cones up.

Han looked at Sean who seemed to get a little too flirty with his girl.

Y/n rolled her Y/e/c eyes and got in her car. “Get in slow pook and I’ll show you how to do the drift, without tearing the front end of my car.” She smirked while looking at her boyfriend.

Han watched as Y/n drifted perfect around the cones. She got out the car afterwards and he and Y/n watch as Sean drifted the car around the cones. Hitting the cones down a few times, but was slowly hitting them.

Throughout the day Y/n had noticed Han acting weird. She tried to bring it up when Sean was riding around, but he didn’t answer he.

Finally after hours of helping Sean with his driving, Sean left. Y/n and Han got into her car and went to their shared home.

On the way to their house Y/n tried to strike up a conversation to fill the void of awkward silence. But Hans wouldn’t answer, he would just sigh, shake his head or just look out the window without making a noise while she drove.

Y/n finally had enough with it when she got in front of their home. She parked in front of it, but didn’t turn the engine off. Instead she parked and grabbed her phone texting Neela to see if she could come over.

Han looked over at her seeing as she wasn’t getting out of the car. He was a little confused and quietly mumbled something out. H/n looked up at him and said,

“You know I can’t understand you when you mumble.” He nodded and repeated what he had said, but louder.

“I said, are you coming inside?” He repeated studying her face before she spoke.

“I will later, I’m going over to Neelas. I’m just gonna give you some space so you can figure out what’s going on. We’ve been together for years! And not once, once have you ever gave me the silence treatmeant. I mean what the hell did I do?!” She exclaimed.

she hated when people gave her the silence treatmeant. It made her anxiety go through the roof. He knew this, but he must have forgot, because as soon as she started yelling he could feel the anxiety coming off her in heavy waves.

He sighed and reached over turning the key to cut off the car. He got out of the car and walked around. Opening her car door and reaching in, pulling her into his strong arms.

“‘M sorry.” He mumbled the apology into her neck. He could fear her heavy breathing as she tried to calm herself down.

“It’s okay.” She whispered as she held him just as close as he was holding her.

“No it’s not, I was being an ass hole and shouldn’t have been one. Especially when nothing is your fought.” He said shaking his head at himself.

“Well then why have you been acting so weird?” She asked. He shook his head and sighed.

“Because I was jealous of Sean.” He mumbled his reply.

“Jealous? What’s to be jealous of him?” Y/n laughed and waited for her boyfriends reply.

“I was jealous he was spending a lot of time with you. I thought maybe you liked him more the me. That you would leave me for him.” He said with a sigh. Looking down at his feet.

“Look, baby. I promise I’m not going any where. I mean look at us, we’ve been together for years! I’m not going anywhere ever.” She vowed as she pulled his face down to meet hers. Giving him a soft kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere I promise.”

And for the rest of the night y/n made sure he knew how much she loved him.

Thank you for requesting! I apologize for it taking so long to post!! If anyone has a request I’m up for writing!

[kanerallels]

Heyy, I saw your prompt list— could you maybe do Mackelena (with a side of Philinda and Huntingbird, if possible) and soulmates? Congrats of 111 followers!!

Thank you so much!!! I hope you enjoy this-- it's my first AOS fic so here goes nothing!

Pairing: Alphonso Mackenzie/Elena Rodriguez (minor Philinda and Huntingbird)

Word Count: 3,143

Tags/Warnings: rated G (for giant simp, which Mack is, good talk), character death mentioned, as is divorce

For most of his life, Mack had believed in soulmates. He’d grown up being taught that he’d meet someone, and when they first touched, their respective soulmate marks-- for him, a mark on his right hand, very dark brown streaked through with honey-gold-- would light up, and they would share a Moment. A brief snippet of time from the future that would show them their life together, if they chose to move forward with their relationship.

Some didn’t. Mack knew people who hadn’t stayed with their soulmate. But he’d seen, overwhelmingly, that when a person found their soulmate and stuck with them, they were far happier than if they didn’t.

He’d always thought that the only woman he’d ever be in a serious relationship with would be his soulmate. But then he’d met Nicole. The two of them had fallen hard and fast, and even now, after their divorce, Mack would never say he regretted it. Regretted how it ended, yes. But he had loved Nicole, even if she hadn’t been his soulmate.

Some days, Mack wasn’t sure if he’d ever find his soulmate. But he was fine with that for now, fine working at the mechanic shop that he co-owned. He had friends around him, and he visited his brother whenever he could. So he’d wait, and that was okay for now.

There were days, though, when he wondered. Was there really one woman waiting out there for him somewhere?

The sound of arguing broke Mack out of his musings, and he looked up from the car just as Fitz stalked into the back of the garage, looking irritated. Running a hand through his already messy hair, he said, “I’ve had about enough of this, it’s your turn. Have fun.”

“Have fun with what?” Mack asked, wiping his hands off on the rag he had resting next to his toolbox. “Something wrong, Turbo?”

Clearly trying to calm himself, Fitz took a deep breath and pointed over his shoulder. “There’s an irate customer out there, demanding that we hurry up and fix her car. I tried telling her that we’ve got a queue and we’re going to start on hers soon, but she didn’t exactly give me a chance. She wants to talk to the mechanic who’s working on her car.”

“Which name is that?” Mack asked.

“Rodriguez-- she’s on your list, I think.”

“Great.” Suppressing a grimace, Mack set aside the rag and headed towards the door that separated the garage where they worked and their main office. “I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“If you’re lucky,” Fitz muttered.

Ignoring that, Mack stepped through the doorway. He spotted the customer almost immediately-- a Latina woman with dark brown hair braided back from her face, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans. She caught sight of him and stomped up towards him. “Oh, you must be the turtle man who’s working on my car,” she said, her low voice furious.

One of Mack’s eyebrows shot up, despite himself. “Turtle man? We’ve only had the car for a couple weeks.”

“Yes, and I need it fixed,” the woman said emphatically. “Fast, so why don’t you get a move on? If I’d known you were going to take all year--”

Holding up his hands, Mack said, “I understand you’re upset, Ms. Rodriguez. But one of our best workers quit last week, and we’re having a hard time catching up. Obviously we’ll get your car done as soon as possible, but there are a few other cars before it. I should be done with them over the next few days, and I will personally make sure that your car is taken care of. Does that sound fair?”

Ms. Rodriguez eyed him for a moment, looking skeptical, but then let out a sigh. “Okay. I’m-- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were short-staffed.”

“Nothing we can’t handle, it’s just a little backlog,” Mack assured her. “But I promise you, Ms. Rodriguez, your car will be one of the next ones.”

“Good to know,” she said with a nod. “And you can call me Elena. I mean, it’s the least I can do considering I kind of chewed out your friend back there. And you.”

Releasing a chuckle, Mack said, “Fitz can handle it. You can call me Mack, and we’ll call you as soon as your car is ready.”

Shaking her head, Elena said, “Oh, I don’t think so, Turtleman.”

“Sorry?” Mack asked, caught off guard.

“After how long it’s taken already? I’m coming back here to make sure you don’t start ignoring me again. I’ll be back in two days. See you then.”

With that, Elena breezed out of the office, leaving Mack with his mouth open as he stared after her. Huh, he thought, eventually turning to head back to his work. It looked like he’d be seeing a lot more of this Elena.

Sure enough, Elena was back two days later, just as Mack finished work on the last car and had started an assessment to see what was wrong with Elena’s. The short answer was, he soon learned, everything. This car was not going to be a short project.

When he told Elena that, she just shrugged. “Guess you’ll be seeing me a lot, Turtleman. Get used to it, and get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mack said, hiding a grin as he headed off to find his toolbox.

~ ~ ~

“Soulmates definitely aren’t real,” Bobbi told him.

Mack raised a skeptical eyebrow at his friend. “What makes you say that?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. They were at a bar, celebrating the promotion Bobbi had gotten at her job-- although Mack had a feeling there was another reason they were here. He’d known Bobbi long enough that he could figure it out when there was something she wanted to tell him.

“It doesn’t make any sense, scientifically,” Bobbi explained. “And it’s definitely not logical. I mean, touching someone and you see the future? It doesn’t really make any sense, Mack.”

“Maybe not,” Mack admitted, deciding not to expand on his own theories in that area. “But there’s a lot about love that doesn’t make sense, and it’s not like the whole world had one mass hallucination.”

“Maybe not,” Bobbi said, sounding skeptical. “But unless you can provide me with a scientific explanation for it, I’d say it’s a load of bull.”

“Uh-huh,” Mack said. “So the soulmate thing had nothing to do with the fact that you’re back with Hunter again?”

“Of course not--” Bobbi stopped. “Wait. You knew?”

“Didn’t take much to put it back together,” Mack said wryly. “You only take me out for drinks out of the blue like this when you need to tell me something important, and it’s usually about you and him. Also, he changed his Facebook photo to you and him again.”

“Wha-- I told him to be subtle!” Bobbi let out a groan, burying her face in her hands. “He is so typical.”

“So, you are back together,” Mack said, and he saw a small smile start across Bobbi’s face.

“Well… yeah. We are. We’re taking it slow, and he’s at least trying to not make soulmate comments-- but that’ll last.” Giving him a sideways glance, Bobbi asked, “How do you feel about this?”

“What, you and Hunter?” Mack took another drink to avoid answering right away. “I’m happy for you two, obviously. I just don’t want to see either of you hurt again. I’ve had to bail Hunter out of too many drunk tanks for that.”

“I know-- that’s part of why we’re taking it slow this time,” Bobbi said with a laugh. “For your sanity.”

“My sanity appreciates the effort, but I’m not the one in the relationship,” Mack pointed out. “It’s up to you two, not me. But seriously, I am happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, Mack,” Bobbi said. “By the way, I might have asked Hunter if he’d meet us for dinner nearby.”

“I had a feeling there was another part to the plan,” Mack said. “Well, if you two are paying, I’m in.”

They made their way to the restaurant where Hunter was waiting, and had just settled down at the table with him and were starting to flip through the menus to order when Mack’s phone buzzed.

“Ah-- hang on one minute,” he told them, pulling out his phone and checking it. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was a text from Elena, who had gotten his phone number the second time she’d come by the garage, in order to ‘make sure he was keeping on task’ in her words.

The text held an image of a turtle, and the words, at the zoo earlier. I think I found your long lost brother.

Mack found himself grinning as he texted back, For someone who wants their car fixed fast, you’re not very nice to the guy fixing it.

Elena’s response was quick. What, are you gonna not fix it now? I found your long lost brother! Mack chuckled as her next text came a few seconds later. Besides, you’re too much of a softie to refuse to finish the job for me.

Guess you know me too well, Mack responded.

Well enough to know you’re a softie.

Shaking his head, Mack put away his phone and looked up to see Bobbi and Hunter watching him, both wearing sly grins. “Who was that?” Hunter asked, innocence dripping from his tone.

“Just a friend,” Mack said. He knew better than to give Hunter too much information when he was in a mood like this. Grabbing his menu, he flipped it open and started browsing, ignoring the sly looks that Bobbi and Hunter exchanged. He was going to get interrogated about this, he knew already. But there would be nothing for them to find out. Elena was just a friend, after all.

~ ~ ~

“By the way, soulmates are definitely real,” Phil Coulson told him.

Mack gave him a surprised look as he took the paper bag from the older man. He’d stopped at Phil’s coffee shop on the way into work, as he did from time to time, and was picking up coffee and desserts for the shop. “Why do you bring that up?” he asked.

Shrugging, Phil said, “Something Bobbi and Hunter mentioned when they were in here yesterday.”

“Let me guess-- Hunter brought up him and Bobbi being soulmates again?” Mack said, grinning wryly.

“Surprisingly, no,” Phil said as he rang up his bill. “They were discussing you. Hunter is under the impression you’ve met your soulmate for some reason, and Bobbi was telling them that they don’t exist.”

“Huh. Sounds about right,” Mack said, trying to hide his surprise. Although it shouldn’t shock him that Hunter immediately made the leap from “texting someone he likes” to “he has a soulmate and hasn’t told us”. Bobbi would probably handle things a little more cautiously, thankfully. “Looks like I’d better tell him he’s wrong.”

“Really? No one yet?” Phil asked.

Mack shrugged as he handed over cash for the order. “I have no idea who she is or where she is. I have been married before, but I guess that was part of why we didn’t last. Part of it, anyway.”

Nodding, Phil said, “I know the feeling. I was in love quite a few times before May and I finally met.”

“Really?” Mack said in surprise.

“Sure. Just because there’s one specific person out there for you doesn’t mean you won’t be attracted to other people. It’s normal.” Putting the cash in the register, Phil said, “But there’s something different about the woman who’s the one for you. I could tell right away that she was special. Just took a while for us to realize just what was different.”

“What he’s not telling you,” came the voice of Melinda May as she came in through the front door, a duffel bag over her shoulder, “is that it took us two years to finally figure out that we were soulmates, and it was only because he’d just been hit by a car and I had to give him CPR.” She held up one hand, stained a sunny yellow.

“We all find love in different ways,” Phil said, giving May a soft, loving grin. “How was class?”

“We’ve got some new idiots to beat up on,” May replied, moving behind the counter to drop a kiss onto her husband’s cheek. “And Daisy kicked a practice dummy through a wall, so she’s getting even better.”

“My wife and daughter are terrifying,” Phil said, grinning even wider. “Here’s your change, Mack.”

“Oh-- thanks.” Pocketing it, Mack gave May and Phil a nod before heading out the door and down the street.

It only took him a few minutes to walk the short distance back to the garage, and when he got there, he found a familiar, slight figure waiting for him next to her car, with a sly grin on her face.

“Late again, Turtleman,” Elena teased him as Mack set the paper bag down on the nearest clean surface.

“I’m pretty sure you’re always here early, Yo-Yo,” he told her.

“Yo-Yo?” Elena lifted a curious eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, cause you keep coming back here.”

“You’d almost think you minded me showing up,” she teased as Mack pulled open the paper bag and pulled out two disposable cups of coffee.

Handing her one, he said, “I don’t mind.”

The smile Elena shot at him was brighter than the sunshine coming through the window in the corner, and it warmed Mack as he got to work.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Mack?”

Mack looked up from his work on Elena’s car to where Daisy was sitting in the back of her dad’s 1962 Chevy Corvette, which he affectionately referred to as “Lola.” However, Lola needed a little work done, so Phil had relinquished the car into Daisy’s hands, and she’d brought it to Mack for him to look at.

“What’s up, Tremors?” he asked.

Daisy didn’t respond right away, fiddling with the edge of her jacket as she bit her lip. “Do you believe in soulmates?” she blurted out.

One of Mack’s eyebrows shot up, and he almost asked what prompted the question-- but stopped abruptly as he remembered what day it was. A year to the day since Daisy’s boyfriend, Lincoln, had died when a robber had broken into his house and shot him when he’d tried to protect Daisy. The man had been arrested, but Mack knew that only soothed part of the pain for his friend.

“I do,” he said cautiously-- he’d never learned whether Lincoln was Daisy’s soulmate or not. Regardless, he decided to speak the truth. “I believe in soulmates. But I also believe you can be truly, deeply in love with a person who’s not your soulmate. It doesn’t make them any less important to you and your life.”

Daisy jerked a quick nod, staring determinedly up at the ceiling. “He wasn’t mine,” she said suddenly. “Lincoln. May and Dad already know, but I just…” She trailed off, blinking hard.

Mack nodded slowly. “Maybe he wasn’t. But I knew Lincoln. He was happy with you, and he loved you. In the end, that might matter more than being someone’s soulmate.”

Taking a deep breath, Daisy nodded. “Thanks, Mack.”

“Any time, Tremors.”

They dropped into silence after that, until Mack heard someone knock on the office door. “Hey, Mack!”

Mack felt a smile crossing his face as he moved from behind the car to see Elena strolling towards him, hands in her pockets. “Hey, Yo-Yo,” he said, and Elena returned the smile.

“You know, the nickname is growing on me, Turtleman.” Turning her gaze to the car behind him, she said, “So? Do you have good news for me?”

“I do,” Mack said, patting the side of her car. “After almost a month of work, I finally finished it. Your car is finally fixed.”

A grin flashed across Elena’s face. “About time-- but thank you. I owe you. Literally and figuratively. I probably owe you for all that coffee you bought me.”

Waving a hand, Mack said, “Don’t worry about it. I was happy to do it.” He paused, the reality of it finally hitting him. If his work was finished… he wouldn’t be seeing Elena again.

No sense in moping about it, he told himself sternly. Grabbing the keys from the table next to him, he dropped them in Elena’s outstretched hand. “All yours,” he told her.

Elena nodded, stuffing the keys in her pocket. “Thanks, Mack.” She paused for a second, then extended a hand to shake.

Mack blinked in surprise-- he hadn’t expected such a formal goodbye. But he went to shake her hand, and it was only as his fingers were curling around hers that he noticed the dark blue soulmark on her palm.

A flash of light radiated from their hands, and Mack felt himself transported away from the garage:

He was sitting on the couch in his apartment, leaning back and relaxing. He could hear voices in the kitchen-- a man’s baritone, and Daisy laughing-- and music was emanating from a radio a little ways away.

A soft noise from next to him caught his attention, and he glanced over to see Elena, curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest as she hummed along to the song. Mack wrapped an arm around her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead, and she let out a soft noise. “Te amo,” she whispered, and Mack felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Love you back,” he said as a wave of contentment swept over him.

Mack’s eyes snapped open and caught hold of Elena’s. To his shock, a slow smile was spreading across her face. “I knew it,” she said.

“Oh, you knew it?” Mack said, trying to steady his voice. “How exactly did you know it?”

“You’ve got your mark on your hand, too,” she said with a shrug. “Other than that… put it together, Turtleman. I wasn’t just hanging around here waiting for my car. Well, other than the first time.”

Mack felt a smile start to grow on his own face, and then another voice broke through his thoughts.

“Holy. Crap.”

Both of them looked at where Daisy was still lounging in her dad’s car, her eyes wide and a huge grin on her face. “This is awesome,” she said.

Mack exchanged a look with Elena. “I’ll call you?” he offered, and Elena snorted.

“Knowing you? I’ll call you first, Turtleman.” Shooting him a wink, she turned and strolled out of the garage, a spring in her step. For a long minute, Mack watched her, feeling himself grinning like an idiot. Then he turned back to his work, making a mental note to learn Spanish.

[unfinishedsweetsimphony]

celebration

[requested by anon ‘m’]

~Tommyinnit x Reader (Gender Neutral) x Tubbo ~ !PLATONIC!

Summary: They were the ultimate trio, the Three Musketeers (as they were fondly nicknamed) consisted of Tommy, Tubbo and (Y/N). Soon Tubbo and (Y/N)’s birthday was coming up, so Tommy came up with the brilliant idea of throwing a joint Minecraft birthday party. After which, fun and hilarity ensues.

Genre: Fluffy friendship with friends being pals.

Pronouns: They/them (Gender neutral)

Warnings: Cursing and a bunch of capitalized words to add v o l u m e. I mean c’mon. Tommyinnit is in this story.

[a/n: wOHOO!! Another request :DD I really like this prompt idea since it’s been a while since I’ve written a friendship fic. This is loosely based on what I could remember from Tubbo’s birthday live with my own twist on things. This is also more of a reader insert than an x reader]

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TUBBO!!”, (Y/N) practically yelled into the mic. Looking at the facecam, Tubbo frantically throws off his headphones and lets out a scream. When he calmed down from his fright, he puts his headphones back on and scooches his chair back into place. “THANK YOU (Y/N)!!”, he yelled back in matching fervor, “HAPPY ADVANCE BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOO!” (Y/N) flinches and pulls their mic even closer for maximum earrape, “THANKS TUBBSTER!” “WHY ARE WE YELLING?!”, screamed Tommy; making himself known. “I DON’T KNOW WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!”, Tubbo’s voice is starting to get hoarse. “I dunno I just wanted to feel included.”, Tommy’s sudden shift in tone caused (Y/N) to burst into laughter. 

They take a moment to greet their respective streams. “So Tommy, you have gathered us here on the magnificent Dream SMP. What’s on the agenda for today?”, (Y/N) says in their best posh accent. “Well that was terrible, but anyway”, Tommy moves his Minecraft player while he speaks, “Today, we are going to be celebrating the BIRTH of my two best friends. So, come on, follow me. We got lots to do.” Tubbo happily follows Tommy while (Y/N) whoops in excitement and quickly checks chat, “No chat, this isn’t canon...I think.”

The first thing they did was make a TNT canon by the shore, which took some time. However with Fundy and Sam’s help, they were able to finally get it work. “HOLY SHIT!”, Tommy exclaims as his character gets absolutely launched into the air. Tubbo gleefully chimes as he sets the device up for another launch, “It really goes get you flying doesn’t it?” (Y/N) lets out a ‘Weee~’ as they land into the water, “I know that this is literally virtual, but this is actually kinda fun.”

When they were done, Tommy says that it’s time to move on to the next activity. “C’mon (Y/N), Tommy is gonna go on without us!”, Tubbo urged as (Y/N) launches themselves with a cow on a lead for the fifth time...only for it to die upon impact for the fifth time. “Goddamit, it keeps hitting the shore!”, (Y/N) finally calls it quits and they both sprint to catch up with Tommy.

Tommy leads them to a trapdoor that leads them to an underground railway. They grab their minecarts and head off. Along the way, the halls are decorated with funny edits and memes of Tubbo and (Y/N). “Oh god (Y/N)innit is so cursed.”, Tubbo laughed at the huge picture of a blonde (Y/N) in Tommy’s iconic shirt while (Y/N) snickers and plays Paralyzer by Finger Eleven to match the image. “Oh my god I almost forgot about that one.”, Tommy points out a picture of Tubbo photoshopped as a snail. “EY ITS TURBO!!”, (Y/N) realizes and absolutely loses it.

Farther down the long mine cart ride are normal photos of times where the trio meet up causing the three to calm down and reminisce those memories. The chat absolutely melts at the soft atmosphere filling up the comments with ‘Aww’s and hearts. The occasional copy pasta ruining the mood.

Upon reaching their destination, they all hop out of their carts and meet a dark oak door. “Okay, I want you guys to close you eyes.”, Tommy’s character steps in front of them. “In real life?”, (Y/N) asked. “How are we going to see?”,Tubbo questioned the obvious. “Yes, just put your finger on the forward key and I’ll guide you. Now, no peeking alright?”, Tommy crouched as the two gave confirmation that their eyes are closed. Tommy opens the door and quickly goes in first to check if the surprise is ready. He quickly types in chat to join the voice chat they were in, “Okay, go forward and I’ll tell you when to stop.” Miraculously, there were no mishaps in getting them through the door. Their characters walked until they reached a wall of the dark room. “Stop!”, Tommy instructed, “Wait (Y/N) you can go forward a little more.” (Y/N) complied until Tommy told them to stop again. 

“Alright you can open your eyes.”, Tommy flipped a lever causing the lights to turn on.

A chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’s rang in Tubbo and (Y/N) ‘s ears as they looked around, mouths agape. “Oh my god, this is awesome!”, Tubbo’s character jumps around happily while his head spins around. (Y/N) bursts out laughing at the banner saying “Happy ‘Coming out of your mother’ Day” to the point of wheezing their lungs out. “Thank you for noticing my banner (Y/N).”, Big Q notices before turning to a disappointed BadBoyHalo, “I told you they would like it.”

The rest of the day was spent enjoying Minecraft cake, passing presents virtually even some just gifting subs and donations. It was a fun party with friends...until Technoblade joined the game.

[hailbop1701]

Just Like Any Other Day

October 3, 2021 (Ship Attacked)

Word Count: 1,863

Alright guys day three is here! Now I do have to warn you some whumptobers may or may not have been beta'd! I don't think this one was. I like some stories I've done more than others...I don't think this is one of them but who knows! Maybe you'll like it more than I do.

Happy reading!

-H

MasterList

The ship bucked and shuddered under another bout of fire. Doctor Leonard McCoy growled in frustration as he held down a badly injured engineer. The man was howling in pain his broken femur shifting under the abuse. The CMO placed a gentle calming hand on lieutenant Gregors head and whispered reassurances. McCoy cursed under his breath as he read over Gregors scan,

“Christine I need the OR prepped, a bone knitter isn’t gonna cut it for this one!” he barked over his shoulder. The head nurse gave a thumbs up and called out her own set of orders to the other nurses in the trauma ward. One of them followed her while the rest kept doing triage.

“You’ll be alright Thomas, I’ll get yeh fixed up in no time, “ he promised loading a hypospray with a heavy analgesic. Carefully McCoy pressed the hypo against the engineer’s neck all the while watching the man’s stats above the biobed. The ship lurched again causing Leonard to curse colorfully, “Bridge to Sickbay!”

Uhura’s calm tone broke through the chaos, cursing again McCoy answered. “McCoy here Uhura, who’s hurt, and how bad?” he asked getting right to the point. The communications officer let out a strangled chuckle,

“There are a few up here that need your attention doctor. One of them the Captain of course,” she said only pausing for a breath and a small curse as the ship shuddered and bucked again. “Electrical burns, broken bones, and few contusions. One- scratch that two are unconscious,”

McCoy grumbled under his breath. Christine was by his side in a second with his emergency kit, “I’m on my way up Uhura, McCoy out,” the doctor turned to his head nurse and sighed. “Doctor M’Benga is in the OR ready,” she said eyeing the man on the biobed beside them. Leonard nodded taking the kit from her,

“I’ll be back with a few more customers,” he muttered and gestured for one of the nurses to follow him.

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Leonard McCoy breathed deeply as the turbo lifted made its way up toward the bridge. Nurse Franklin Taylor fidgeted in the corner, his hands flexing around the large trauma kit in his hands. The nurse was new to the ship, fresh from starbase 12, this was his first official ship posting. The Enterprise bobbed and groaned as the shields were hit again, the boy squeaked and tightened his hold on the case even more. Sighing McCoy turned his head to the young man and tried to keep from sounding like his usual charming self,

“Deep breaths, the only thing you focus on is your patient. Everything else is white noise, if you’re unsure what to do, you look at me. Got it?”

Taylor relaxed somewhat at McCoy’s calm authoritative tone and nodded. With a quick “Yes, sir,” Taylor took a couple of deep steadying breaths just as the lift doors hissed open. McCoy clapped the nurse on the shoulder before striding onto the bridge and headed straight for the Captain.

“Jim, how did you hurt yourself now?” he asked in a casual drawl. Captain Jame’s “The T stands for trouble” Kirk gave his best friend and CMO a cheeky grin. It would have worked to reassure the good doctor if it weren’t for the steady stream of blood flowing down the Captain’s face.

“Bones, I’m fine. Sulu-” Kirk started but McCoy scanned him anyway. Sensing Kirk’s annoyance and stress Leonard sighed. Without looking away from his medical tricorder he barked out,

“Taylor, how is Mister Sulu doing?”

Without delay or looking away from his own work Taylor calls back, “He’s out cold. Other than a mild concussion and some bruising he’ll be alright!”

McCoy looked back at Kirk with a raised eyebrow and the Captain relented to his friends prodding hands. “What’s going on anyway?” Leonard asked as he covered Kirk’s wound with a temporary bandage. Jim wrinkled his nose,

“Just some Orion pirates who thought this was an easy score,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. Leaning out of McCoy’s touch Kirk turned to look over his shoulder at Uhura,

“Uhura, have they-”

The comms officer shook her head, “No captain,” she frowned pressing a hand to her earpiece. Shaking her head in confusion Uhura turned her chair around to look out the viewscreen, and then to Kirk. “There is no chatter of any kind. It’s like-”

“Proximity detonation!” Chekov barely got the words out before a blinding light filled the bridge. The whole ship lurched to the side sending multiple people flying; McCoy included. A slew of colorful and rather creative curses echoed across the bridge tinged with a southern bite.

McCoy landed heavily on the deck and bit back a cry of pain. Despite not hearing a crack Leonard knew that he broke something. Gritting his teeth he pushed himself into a sitting position, his eyes scanning the bridge for casualties. Upon seeing plenty of them McCoy hissed pushing past the pain to get to his feet.

Consoles were aflame and sparking, Officers alike were out of their seats groaning trying to get their barrings. Most recovered quickly and got back to the task at hand, McCoy was relieved Jim and Spock were amongst them.

Blood pulsing in his ears McCoy cradled his arm against his chest. Stumbling over to the closest injured crew member, who happened to be Chekov, Leonard got to work.

It was only twenty minutes later when things stopped shaking and the loud chaos became a low buzz. There weren’t any enemies to fight, now came the task of damage reports and repairs. McCoy felt the world drop away as he was attending and triaging crew members he didn’t notice the bridge grow eerily quiet.

Spock being the closest to him, from what he originally assumed was because he had been tending to Uhura (Burns to her hands, she’ll be alright) but everyone seemed to be staring at him in shock and panicked concern.

Jim shifted his weight and swallowed hard, “Bones…” he whispered as if speaking any louder would spook a wild animal.

Furrowing his brow McCoy goes to stand but that made multiple people panic and shout for him to stop. Uhura’s hand gripped his arm trying to guide him back down to the floor again. Her eyes flickered to his abdomen and he followed her gaze. What he saw there made him let out a string of curses.

Glass from one of the console’s screens was embedded in his side. ‘Adrenaline kept me from feelin’ it’ he thought with a grimace.

“Fuck my life,” he growled out looking down at the wound with a detachment only he could provide.

Nurse Taylor was at his side helping him into a prone position. The kid was speaking but Leonard couldn’t hear a word he was saying; the word “Shock” filtered through. Blinking McCoy almost jumped when he saw that Kirk was on his other side speaking to him, or trying to anyway. Uhura was by his feet, her bandaged hand gripping his ankle concern written all over her face. Eyes flitting around McCoy noticed that a lot of the bridge crew were wearing worried faces.

‘Are they okay?’ he thought numbly; he tried to get up and check to make sure but he was being held down by a warm hand. Looking up he saw Spock with one hand on his shoulder and the other holding a comm,

“Hurry Mr. Scott, the doctor is losing a significant amount of blood.”

“Stay with me Bones!”

Leonard didn’t even realize he was beginning to fall asleep until Kirk jolted him awake. Blinking sluggishly McCoy stared up at his friends as they hovered over him with clear concern. Taylor spoke into another comm his voice a distant buzz in his ears. Then he felt an all too familiar pull of the ship’s transporter. As the gold swirled around him, Leonard drifted succumbing to the dark.

----------oOo----------

Everything was warm, not Vulcan warm; but a beautiful Georgia summer’s day. Comfortable. Peaceful. Well, that is until it was broken by a colorful curse in Klingon. Despite feeling like he was in the clouds he knew he was just in sickbay as high as the Enterprise herself. Letting out a little breath of annoyance Leonard cracked his eyes open ever so slightly.

Seeing that the lights were dimmed indicating that night had fallen upon the ship, he let them open even further. There on a table over him was a three-dimensional chess set. Kirk and Spock seated on either side of him were engaged in what appears to be a close match. If his experience in watching his two friends play was up to par, it looked as if Spock was going to win this round.

“Give it up Jim. He’s got ya.” McCoy rasped closing his eyes again, his head suddenly decided it wanted to pound and throb. He could hear the obvious relief in Jim’s voice,

“But Bones, I got him just where I want him! A total false sense of security.”

McCoy could practically hear Spock’s eyebrow raise into his bowl-cut hairline. He opened his eyes again to check; upon seeing that he was right Leonard smirked ever so slightly. “Yeah right, I’m lyin’ here as high as Woodstock and I can see he kicked your ass this round.”

Jim snorted out a laugh his grin lighting up the room while Spock just tilted his head looking perplexed at McCoy’s latest metaphor.

“What is Woodstock?”

It was Leonard’s turn to laugh, it came out choked and stopped quickly by a pained groan. Waving away worried hands he smiled.

“Something historical. Look it up sometime,”

Spock opened his mouth ready to ask more questions but he was interrupted by the entrance of Nyota Uhura. She stood at the end of the biobed and gave McCoy a soft smile,

“It’s good to see you awake Len,” she greeted. McCoy gave her a reassuring smile in return,

“Is everyone okay?” he asked remembering all of the injured crewmen that still needed attending when he went down. Kirk placed a gentle hand on his shoulder,

“Everyone is fine Bones. We’re all more freaked out about you actually.”

Leonard furrowed his brows at Jim’s words. Spock nodded in agreement, “The crew is indeed worried about you doctor,”

Uhura smiled at him, “A lot of crew wanted to visit but Christine only allowed the Captain and Spock at the moment. I had to bribe my way in.” she chuckled. McCoy huffed out a quiet laugh,

“Spread the word that I’m alright? I don’ need everyone worrying over nothin’” his voice is quiet and drawls more pronounced than before. They all knew that he was on the fast track back to dreamland. So Uhura merely nodded and patted his leg. Jim kept his hand on Leonard’s shoulder until he completely drifted off.

But of course, McCoy had to have the last word, he wouldn’t be Bones if he didn’t.

“Jim get some sleep, you look like shit.”

Kirk rolled his eyes to the sky a small smile on his lips, he shot Spock a knowing look,

“Just like any other day,” he sighed.

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A/N: Feeling writers block so I thought I’d throw in headcannons with some of my fave boys that has been sitting in my drafts! If you want me to continue this with more characters, request em!

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Intentionally or Unintentionally CockTeasing The Haikyuu Boys Because They Can’t Have Sex

(Slight NSFW)

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So this is wah gwan/

Background for Understanding:

Your boyfriend was playing volleyball and pulled the groin muscle in his inner thigh. After several x-rays, he would be out a little longer than a month before making a full recovery. But the doctor told him that the boy MUST refrain from ANY and ALL sexual activity if they ever want to play again. The look on his face looked like he had just been told that the world was ending lmao. You snickered and hugged him. Reassuring them that “It’ll be fine, babe.”

But it wouldn’t be.

Because you were a little shit (unintentional or not).

Needless to say, they were having a tough time refraining from any and all sexual activity—

Here’s why:

Wakatoshi

“Y/N. Do you think this is funny?” Asks your boyfriend seriously as he gives you a disapproving look. You’d think he was your school principal by the way he was chastising you.

You feigned innocence as you pouted at him with wide eyes. “What? What am I doing now, Toshiiii?”

He didn’t blink.

“Must you practice your splits for cheerleading right here? In front of me? Wearing a thong? Why not go to the den.”

Suppressing your urge to giggle, you leaned further into your almost-middle splits as you flipped your hair—looking back at him over your shoulder.

“No, I want to be near you, Tosh.”

Your boyfriend scoffed at your response, unimpressed and frankly pissed.

“I do not want you near me doing that. Go. Now.”

You smile because as your giant serious boyfriend spoke he stared intently at your ass only. You could see the tent forming in his jeans as he watched you stretch.

“You’ll have much more space to do this in the den.” He added.

“Oh? You want me to go to the den because I’ll have more space, love? Or could it be because you want to help me stretch out elsewhere—maybe the inside of my pussy—but the doctor said you can’t?”

Toshi’s mouth fell open at your insinuation. Annoyed and undeniably horny, he makes himself shut his mouth again. You reached your hands forward in the stretch to give your man a better visual of your ass and you could hear him groan from behind you.

Ushijima made a move to take you upstairs before remembering the doctors orders and stopping. He reminded himself why he cared so much about that sport that was standing in his way from fucking his girlfriend to oblivion and tried to calm his anger at you for teasing him.

“I’ll go, then.” He stated angrily. “I’m going to Tendou’s. Tell me when you’re done stretching, and I’ll be back.”

You waved at your boyfriend happily as he left because he looked funny marching out with a huge boner sticking out from his front.

“Okay, baby! I will!”

Hinata

“Whoaa....” Murmured Shōyo as he watched you with wide eyes. For the past three minutes he has had his eyes glued to you while you devoured the ice cream cone he had just gotten you two from your fridge.

You used your tongue to lick all around the vanilla treat. Swirling your tongue up, down, and around, sometimes making a slurpy sound that sounded quite familiar to the boy who missed your blow jobs so much.

Mans sat there watching your tongue like he was in a trance, his eyes flicking from your mouth to his attention-starved dick then back to your mouth.

When the ice cream shrunk enough to be swallowed like your boyfriends cock, you enclosed your lips around it suggestively and met your boyfriends pleading eyes as you did it.

You finished the rest of your frozen treat happily, knowing you just made your boyfriend incoherent with lust.

“Mmmm......it’s so sticky........and tastes so good....” you sigh in delight as you lick your fingers of the white creamy sweetness.

“Shōyo? You haven’t even touched your ice cream. And it’s dripping all over your hand!”

After calling his name twice more Hinata snapped out of his trance, he looked over at his dripping strawberry ice cream cone that he’d forgotten he even had as soon as he heard your first slurp.

“Oh, Y/N. Here, please, take mine too!” He shoved his ice cream in your direction and you slowly take it from your oddly acting boyfriend.

“You want me to..... have your ice cream?”

Hinata nodded enthusiastically before he quickly wiped his hands clean with a paper towel. He leaned his head on his knuckles as he got comfortable, preparing himself to watch you swirl your tongue around ice cream again like this was his favourite Marvel movie!

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says with bright, eager eyes.

Actual footage of your boyfriend Shōyo:

“Go.”

Aran

“Babe. You had to pick this movie on your choice of movie night?” Your boyfriend wiped his face as a show of stress. He begrudgily stared at his screen and then looked down at you through the slits of his eyes.

Pressed to his side on the couch, you smiled up at him innocently.

“365 Days? What’s wrong with it? I think it’s interesting so far. Plus, Atsumu suggested it to me. He told me to play it on our next movie night!”

Aran clenched his fists under the blanket at your words, secretly promising himself to tell his best friend’s new girlfriend how many girls Atsumu has really been with before her the next time Aran went over there.

LMFAOOOOO

“Oh he did, did he? Atsumu. That angel.....” He grimaced. “Was this before or after you told him about the doctors orders when he was worried?” Aran asked between clenched teeth.

“Uhhh.....after, I’m pretty sure. But, Aran, shhhhhhh! It’s getting to a good part!” Aran watched your beautiful eyes light up as the two characters in the movie started fucking on the yacht like animals.

“Ouuu, baby. We should try that position tonight!” You quip, pointing at the screen then taking a sip of your coke.

Aran cursed his stupid friend. “I—“

“Oh right, sorry! I forgot you can’t, poo. But as soon as you are cured, can we try that?!”

Your boyfriend stared you down in mental agony as he pictured pistoning his dick in you mirroring the position on screen—only right now on this couch. His dick jumped.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “When I’m cured.”

“How long again?” You asked as you grabbed the remote to turn up the sound volume during another hot sex scene.

“Too damn long.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at the porn-disguised-as a-romantic-movie on screen too.

Yams

“Auuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssss. F-f-f-feels soooooooo g-o-o-o-d-d-d-d, Tadashi.....”

With a violent blush, your boyfriend gave the Furniture store worker a thumbs up.

“I umm.... guess she likes it.” Tadashi reasoned, putting his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed your shoulder silently trying to tell you to quiet down in the store.

Sitting in the turbo massage chair, you moaned some more, letting your boyfriend and the worker know how much you liked how it felt. Tadashi’s ears perked up at every sigh and moan you made. He couldn’t rid his mind of memories of you moaning just like that when you’re on top of him and he has a vibrator pressed to your clit. It was clouding his thoughts. He bit his lip as he zoned out thinking about the fun you two could have on this chair at home with a vibrator. Only a month longer from this stupid injury and you’d be extra sensitive on his dick with the help of this chair....

“—and the parts will be sold separately. Should I ring you up, sir?”

Tadashi was startled when his girlfriend slapped him blindly on the chest to get his attention back to the sales associate.

What is wrong with him? You thought as you felt your lower back getting kneaded. The man is standing right in front of him and he’s zoning out? Get it together, Space Cadet Yams.

“Huh?! Excuse me?! Sorry, what?” Tadashi rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I was distracted. Can you repeat that?!” He apologized.

The sales associate smiled kindly.

“Sure thing Mr. Tadashi.....so, I was just explaining that the massage chair is the best of its generation. If you look right here on the remote I have— it has 8 brilliant speeds and intensity adjustments. Your girlfriend is on 2 right now which means that if I increase it to, let’s say, 5 ...”

As the associate spoke, Yams was pulled from paying attention to him as you moaned louder when the level setting increased. “O-o-oh my G-g-god.....Dashi y-y-y-es.”

Picturing you saying this while you were grinding on his cunt-buried dick, Yams knew he was on the verge of defying his doctors orders and just fucking you in the car....

The massage chair dug into your tense shoulders yes LORD—

“Oh b-b-baby. T-th-thats-s th-the sp-p-p-o-t-t..”

As a last ditch effort to save his volleyball career, Yams rudely snatched the remote from the employee’s hands, scattering to hide his new erection behind the massage chair.

He clicked a button on the remote to turn the massage chair off fully while blushing at the employees shocked expression due to being interrupted and basically assaulted.

“Um, sorry! We’ll take it!” Yams freaked out apologetically.

“😱 Yamaguchi!” You scolded your boyfriend’s sudden rudeness. “That was so impolit—“ turning in the chair to see your boyfriends dark blush that you recognized to be his horny face, you stopped. It only took one look at him for you to understand exactly why he just acted completely out of character and rude. It reminded you that you have been on this sex strike with him for far too long, ugh.

You stood up from the chair, calling the confused associates attention away from your horny boyfriend. “Um.... I can sign the paper work. Want to bring me to the cash?” You asked him professionally.

The salesman blinked at Yams before looking down at you. “Uh, of-of course ma’am. Follow me.”

As you two walked away Yams’ top half collapsed on the head rest of the chair. He tried to will his hard member to soften but with the massage chair currently under his skin and so close to him, he couldn’t get your vibrated moans out of his head.

He decided that a stroll through the store’s bathroom section might help.

Ya, that would definitely help.

Akaashi

“I know what you’re doing.” Your boyfriend deadpanned as you showed up late to dinner wearing an extremely low cut dress in the chest area. Your breasts could stop traffic in that and you had only just taken off your trench coat after you and Akaashi sat down so he and the female server were basically the only ones who got an eyeful the entire night.

“I like this dress, Kashi. Don’t you? Can you pass me the salad, please?”

Challenging you with his eyes and trying his best not to look down at your remarkable chest, Akaashi reached over to share you some Mediterranean salad onto your plate like a gentleman.

“Say when.” He insisted.

You smiled and leaned forward to peer at his serving so that your boobs were pressed to the forearm he held the bowl with. Akaashi’s breath hitched. After sharing way more than you could eat, you leaned in close to his ear and whispered

“When.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes flickered down to your boobs before he adjusted himself to relieve the tightening in his pants.

“So, how is your injury, babe?” You ask sweetly, taking a bite of the salad and smiling at him.

“It’s fine. As long as I get to play again it’s manageable, but I believe—“

“Crap.” You pretended to be just as uncomfortable as your boyfriend sitting with a boner as you clutched the bottom of your boobs. You pressed them upward, re-situating them with purpose. Akaashi stared at your breasts openly as he took a shaky deep breath.

“What’s the matter?” He asked hungrily, calling back his composure.

“Oh, my bra wire is just bugging me. Boys wouldn’t understand......” You fixed them some more.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N.” Akaashi licked his lips and watched you basically fondle your soft breasts in front of him. It made his mouth water, but he tried not to show it.

“Hm. You’re the smartest person I know, so I reckon you do know what I’m doing....” You quirked an eyebrow as you removed your hands from your girls and took a gentle sip of your water.

“—Is it working?” You winked at him like a trained seductress-assassinator in a major motion picture.

Akaashi leaned back in his seat, he undressed you with his eyes; also like a trained seductress-assasinator in a major motion picture.

You shivered under the insanely beautiful man’s intensive gaze, closing your thighs to relieve the tension you suddenly felt in your private area since he made you beyond horny with that look.

“It’s working. Yes.” The side of Keiji’s lip quirked up in a half grin. “But I’m fairly certain you don’t know that the doctor called 3 days ago and told me that I am recovering exceptionally fast. He gave me the green light for physical activity again. Sexual: physical activity. I double checked.”

The blood drained from your face as you felt a wave of upcoming pleasure wash through you. You had been waiting 23 days without sex and in a flash you regrettably remembered just how much of your teasing over that period your gorgeous boyfriend had to endure. How much he had to pay you back for.

Akaashi smirked ever so sexily at your shocked reaction. Good, he thought to himself. So you knew what was in store for you tonight.

You stared at him like 👁👄👁

“Waiter.” Your hubby called over your head in his attractive voice with an elegant lift of his glass. He dropped his eyes to look back at you with a panty-dropping stare. As you shivered again, Akaashi proclaimed the weighted words that would inaugurate a long night of screams, kisses, and earth shattering orgasms:

“Cheque please.”