#anyways here have what was supposed to be a cute lil moment that turned into what i think is the longest fic i have ever written

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Could I request III X reader where he shows up at readers house with flowers and confesses his feelings?

Forget-He-Didn't.

iii x GN reader!

Under the cut. <3

The smell of them stops you in your tracks, nose turned up to the sun in an effort to follow the trail. The suddenness in your mid-step freeze gives iii no time to stop before the length of his body collides with yours. “Fuck, sorry love. I wasn't paying attention… what's wrong?”

He lies. He was paying attention, probably too close attention to every step you were taking in front of him, but he'd rather die right this instant then place any of the blame on you. This cheesehead is head over heels for you, and apparently the whole world can see it BUT you. Which is as frustrating for him as it is for the rest of his bandmates and friends, you’d think a 6 foot something tree of a man ogling you at every given second with eyes brighter than the sky would be obvious… apparently it isn’t to the only person in the world he wants it to be obvious to. 

Those same eyes don’t leave you for a second, he watches you in silence sniffing the air like a puppy who’s caught wind of some treats nearby. He can’t stop the smile that grows on his lips at the way you look right now, he finds himself with aching cheeks more often than he’s willing to admit when it comes to you. You’re just so lovely to watch, and right now you’re killing him. Your head turns, gaze pointed across the street and before he can even follow your eyes, you’ve taken off across the road. Leaving him there on the footpath as you wander over to the shops that line the other side of the street. He grumbles something under his breath about being left behind as he steps off the footpath to follow closely behind you. 

“You know you’re supposed to hold hands when you cross the street. Haven’t you heard of street safety?” 

He mumbles to you once he reaches you, back in his rightful place by your side. He’d argue he’s the only one privileged enough to stand there. 

“Oh look at that iii, you lived.” 

You retort back to him a little playfully, and although his eyes always seemed to be cast to you, they somehow miss the light dust of a blush that dances across your cheeks and up towards the tips of your ears at his words. He might’ve caught it had he not dramatically rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head, he’s surprised they didn’t get lost back there. Being playful and cheeky with iii has always been easy, he is the embodiment of cheeky. He’s always got something sly to say, cracking some kind of joke or setting you up for a bit of banter. It’s always been lighthearted and fun, and the way his eyes light up when you can counter his playful snark breathes life into your very being every single time. You’d be a fool not to when he looks at you like that. 

The strongest smell of flowers hits him in the nose out of nowhere, the words he’d had ready to throw back to you die on his tongue when the scent encompasses him entirely. You’ve pulled him over to a florist, his eyes find you gazing lovingly at the beautiful bunches and bouquets of flowers that line the outside of the shop. 

“Flowers huh? I’m more of a box of chocolates guy myself but if you insist, my favourites are forget-me-nots.” 

He pokes at your side with a silly smile etched onto his face. 

“Forget-me-nots? I always pinned you as more of a sunflower lover.” 

What was a silly smile grows into a devious one. 

“You can pin me anytime you like darling.” 

He laughs at his own words, even though he’s being one trillion percent serious. But the way you shove him gently and turn your back to him to hide your own smile kicks his heart into gear. 

He studies you as you admire the flowers for sale, he watches you pick bunches of them up to smell each individual flower, appreciating every single one of them. 

There’s one though, that he noticed right away, that you keep going back too. It’s beautiful really. It’s stuffed with the prettiest blues and purples, the greens from the leaves bringing the bouquet together perfectly. You’ve picked it up three different times to admire it closely, and he’s positive you’ve cast your eyes back to it about a hundred times in the few minutes you’ve both been here. It’s clear you really like that one, but you continue on past the florist and back down the way you were headed before your nose pulled you over here. He takes one final look at it, committing it to memory before following you back down the street to enjoy what the rest of the shops here have to offer. 

“Not gonna buy any?”

iii asks you casually, wondering why you left without getting the one you clearly wanted. 

“Hm? Oh, no. Sorry to drag you over there, turns out I don’t exactly have the funds for those ones.” 

He nods along as you talk, hung up on every word that slips from your pretty lips.

“But you were thinking about it?”

Is he being obvious? He hopes not. Maybe. Maybe he hopes you get the hint and let him down easy before he can risk making a fool of himself. But the idea of your rejection sours his stomach immediately. 

“I was yeah, I love flowers but… you know, I don’t know…”

You trail off there without finishing your thought. iii wishes he could climb inside your mind and read every thought you’ve ever had. Every unfinished sentence. Every fleeting opinion. Every deep dark secret. Every hidden thought and feeling you’ve ever had about him. He’d read it all and he’s not even sorry about it. 

He doesn’t pester you about the flowers any longer. He settles for trailing closely behind you as you lead the way down the street. Weaving through people and families as you go. He’d follow you anywhere. He really would. And it’s now he realises he can’t keep living like this. His place is next to you. Not behind you. He wants to be in your heart and in your head every single waking second like you are in his. He’s silently fought and lost this battle countless times. The ‘do-I-don't-I?’ eating at him for longer than he’s proud of. Sometimes he’s so certain you’re about as in love with him as he is with you, and he’s positive that you’ll be his by the end of the day as he gears up to ask you out. But then the day comes to an end and things kind of just fizzle out, you say your goodbyes and scurry off and out of his reach without even so much as a second glance back at him. He’s laid awake into the early hours of the morning talking about you to anyone who’ll listen. His usual victims being IV and Vessel, they listen to him yap about everything you did that day, agreeing that it really did seem you had some kind of feelings for him. Each of them always confused about why you leave him hanging every time the day is over. He’s convinced himself you’re just worried about ruining the friendship, it quells his aching heart just enough to get him to sleep. Because in all honesty, it’s the same reason he hasn’t made any particular moves on you yet either. For a man that oozes confidence from every crevice of his being, he sure does overthink a lot. He’s thought of every single horrible outcome that could follow your rejection of his feelings for you, the biggest one… and the one that keeps his lips shut everytime… Is that you’ll pull away and he’ll lose you entirely. He’d rot from the inside out if that happened, he’s sure of it. iii has settled on the decision to keep you as what he’d call his best friend in the world, if that meant you never knew his true feelings, so many times he’s lost count. He’d give up the chance to have you how his heart craves, if it meant he’d never lose you. And he was okay with that. He really was. Until now. 

He’s a little quieter the rest of the day, you notice. Because of course you do. And it makes his heart soar that you pick up on these things. 

“Talk to me big guy, what’s going on in that brain of yours?” 

He stomps down on the obvious distraction he’s sporting right now, he throws you his best smile and waggles his brows at you suggestively.

“Big guy huh? Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The eye roll you give him in return does get a laugh from him, and he’s grateful he’s got something else to think about for a few minutes. Even though that something is still you, it dampens the black hole that opened up in the pit of his stomach. 

“You’re horrible. You know what I meant, iii. You’re not present.” 

And he sighs, because you’re spot on. But now is not the time, and the last thing he wants to do is really worry you or freak you out.

“I think I ate something bad last night… somethings not agreeing with me…”

He watches your face contort immediately, despite his lie, you still worry.

“You’re not feeling well?”

You blurt at him quickly, your eyebrows pull together to the middle of your face and you’re stepping closer to him before he can even settle you. Your hands are on his face, checking for his temperature and giving him a thorough once over to look for any signs of possible food poisoning. He has to crack a little smile, the affection that explodes for you in his chest is overwhelming and he swears he almost passes out because of it. He reaches up to grasp your wrists gently in his much larger hands and bring them back down to your level. Not without a quick caress of his thumbs on the underside of your wrists before letting go. Can’t blame the man for soaking you up as much as he can. 

“Relax you, I’m fine. I think I just need to take a nap or something. I’m not gonna die, not without taking you down with me anyways…” 

You huff a laugh at his words, and the little crease that was beginning to deepen between your brows seemingly disappears. He’s happy with that, but he can still pretty much smell the worry wafting off you in waves. 

“You wanna cut it short and head home? I don’t want to keep you when you’re not feeling well. I like my iii’s in tip top shape, you know.” 

He gasps dramatically, clutching a hand to his chest as his eyes widen. Gawking at you in the middle of the footpath, if anyone were to look over it would seem as if you had truly just broken his heart. 

“You know other iii’s?” 

You can’t help the cackle that rips from your throat. His dramatics never failing to get a laugh from you. 

“I… I just can’t believe this. Way to break a man’s heart. You know you really think you know someone. And then before you know it they have other iii’s in their life. I can’t do this…” 

The whole time, he’s got you in stitches. His dramatic, heart broken rambling just adding to the constant giggles erupting from your chest the longer he goes on. 

“You know what, you have a good day, with all of your other iii’s. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t mind me. Goodbye forever.” 

He yaps as he gently pushes past you to head back to the car. You follow closely behind him, picking up your steps to catch up to him. You quickly loop your arm with his and press the side of your face affectionately into his upper arm. Your cheeks hurt from smiling at his antics, and you gaze up at him with twinkling eyes. 

“You know you’re the only iii for me.”

The statement holds more weight to it than you’re hoping you let on, but with the way he looks down at you with slightly rosy cheeks, a big cheesy smile and eyes swimming with something you’re afraid to unpack, you worry for a moment he heard your secret loud and clear. 

“I know. And it’ll stay like that for the rest of forever, if I have any say in the matter.”

He retorts down at you, a lighthearted tone clear in his voice but you’d be willing to bet real money on the chance he’s being dead serious. 

You walk back to his car in a comfortable silence, your arm still looped through his and your face pressed into his arm. He’s fucking reeling above you, can barely bite back the grin that’s begging to break out on his lips. He keeps letting his eyes fall to you, adoring the way you look leant against him so comfortably. He might seem biased, and quite frankly he doesn’t give a hoot, but he swears you'd look so good if you were his. You already do. And sometimes he thinks you couldn’t possibly get more beautiful than you already are, but then he pictures you as his partner, not just his friend and you’re glowing. His dreams and visions might work out to be in his favour most of the time but he’s certain that you truly would glow standing next to him as his lover. He casts his eyes as you reach his car, he reaches for the passenger door and opens it up for you to slot yourself into. He watches you buckle up and get comfy before swinging the car door shut and making his way over to the driver's seat. He doesn't even have a second to put his own seatbelt on before you’re questioning him again.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough to drive? I don’t mind giving ii a ring, you mentioned he was home today.” 

For a second there he forgets he even lied about that, he stares blankly at you trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about before he remembers and continues playing along.

“Don’t you worry, I’m well enough to drive you home at the very least. You think I’m gonna let short-ass interrupt the last few moments I have with you today? I feel bad enough I had to call it earlier than we planned.” 

You huff at him, partly for calling ii ‘short-ass’, poor dude can’t help his height. But also partly out of concern for iii’s guilt.

“iii you know damn well I’ll be seeing you again in a few days time. You don’t have to feel bad, just focus on feeling better. I told you, tip top shape.” 

He eyes you affectionately from his seat, giving you a soft smile that makes you feel a little better. He whips the car out of the parking spot and continues on back the way you came. Secretly, you’re fucking gutted. You love spending time with iii, you hate that you finally had a day of enjoying him on his own and it had to be cut short. You know it’s not his fault, poor guy probably feels like shit and he’s still making sure you’re getting home safe. The fact he wants to savour the car ride home alone with you sends thrills down your spine, you had to settle yourself down immediately the moment he said it. You would have smiled so big your cheeks cramped, you just know it. But still, your heart hurts a little. You can’t help the disappointment eating at you, and you’re sure iii can feel it, always so good at picking up on your moods. You silently remind yourself you’ll have him back again soon, hopefully on his own, you love the other guys but you’re a little selfish with iii. It’s nice when you can ogle him with heart eyes every time he turns his back to you without worrying about being caught. Vessel being the culprit for that one, he’s thrown you more questioning looks than you can remember over the time you’ve been in love with his bassist, yet you’ve never tried to be more careful. iii just has you forgetting where you are sometimes. Dangerous even when he’s not trying to be. 

The car ride is mostly silent, which usually isn’t all that weird. It’s easy for you and iii to slip into comfortable silence with each other when you know the other needs it, however this silence feels different. You’re sitting in his passenger seat, eyes cast out the window watching the city pass by as you try to fight off your sullen mood. And iii has crawled too deep into his own brain trying to talk himself out of the decision he’s made, a decision that could make or break his whole existence, a decision he thought he’d never make yet here he is. Both of you too distracted by your own thoughts, you don’t really pick up on the weird silence. 

He pulls into your driveway quicker than you wished he would have, you’re not ready to say your goodbyes to him just yet. It’s obvious he feels the same, usually when he’s got plans with you he’s bounding out of his seat and pulling you out of yours in seconds so he can get your plans started. But right now, especially given that your plans were cut a bit short today, you both linger in his car for a few moments too long. Slowly, you slide yourself out of the seat and shut the door behind you, him following suit and walking you to your front door. He drags his feet behind you, and waits next to you as you unlock the door and push it open. 

“You wanna come in? I can make you something that might make you feel better?”

And your offer is so tempting, because obviously he’s not sick from eating. But his anxiety is ramping up with each second that passes and it’s doing a number on him. He steels himself and shakes his head.

“No thank you love, I better get home to the guys. They can deal with me there, don’t need you seeing me at my worst.”

He offers you a little smile, but it doesn’t do much to make you feel any better. He can see your concern written on your face, he reads you like an open book. Within seconds he’s got you wrapped up in his arms, pulling you close to his chest and burying his nose into the top of your head. 

“I’m sorry about today Bub, I feel awful. I’ll make it up to you I promise. I’ve already got a plan.”

You can’t help the little giggle that flies from your lips at his eagerness to see you again, it causes a happy little smile to grow on your lips and in return, leaves iii’s heart racing inside his chest at the sight of it. He presses a big wet kiss to your hairline and pulls back, leaving you standing at your front door with slightly rosy cheeks. 

“You don’t owe me anything but your health, iii. Keep me posted, if I don’t hear from you I’ll knock your door down. I swear it.” 

He offers you his cheesiest grin, his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches up. He’s just gorgeous, and you’ll never tire of seeing his beautiful face. The sight alone sends sparks down your spine and you have to remind yourself he’s still looking at you. 

“If you think I could go that long without pestering you, then you don’t know me at all. I’ll call you tonight love, pinky swear.” 

He sticks his pinky finger out between you both and looks at you with expectation clear on his face. You link your much smaller pinky finger with his and you each share a soft smile with the other. It’s a very cute moment, iii takes his pinky promises seriously so you know for sure, that even if the world was ending and he was on his last breaths… he would spend his last moments alive picking his phone up and dialing your number. His hand drops to his side and you both stand there for a moment, refusing to look away. It overwhelms you immediately, you can feel your cheeks darkening and nerves eating away at your insides within seconds. You can’t even stop the words before they tumble out of your mouth.

“Alright well, thanks for today iii. Talk soon.” 

You catch the way his face falls as you turn away from him and shut the door behind you. Sealing you off and hiding you away from his gaze, you kick yourself. You do this every time. Every time, after a wonderful day with iii, when every moment has been perfect and beautiful, you can never handle the weight of your own feelings and you quickly send him off before things go too far. The truth is, you are absolutely terrified of losing him. You freak out when things get a little soft between you two and you keep him at arms distance. You feel like a fucking fool every time, but you just can’t stop yourself. You’d never forgive yourself for things going south with iii because you couldn’t control your own feelings. So you always push him back a few steps every time you feel things tipping beyond friendship. You stand there with your forehead against the front door, trying to calm your racing heart. You hear him slowly walk back to his car, you feel horrible for leaving him there. You feel horrible every time it happens. But you just can’t risk losing him, you’d rather make yourself out to be a fool every single day of your life if it meant you’d never lose him. And you’re okay with that. It just has to be like that. 

iii stands at your front door, glaring at the blasted thing like it’s just stolen you from him entirely. There you go again, running off and acting like there’s not something there. You have to feel it. He feels cold. He forcibly blinks back tears that welled in his eyes the moment the door slammed shut behind you, casting his eyes to the sky to try and make them sink back to wherever it was they came from. He turns and drags his feet back to his car, it's empty without you in it. It’s quiet without you around, it’s cold without you stood next to him, where he swears you belong. He’s not doing this anymore. He throws himself into his car and reverses out of your driveway in seconds, taking off back towards the shops you two visited today. His heart is racing. He can feel his palms sticking to the steering wheel and he has to remind himself to breathe. He’s gonna do it. His decision is final. He’s not going to let you leave him cold and lonely one more time without answers. 

The whole drive back his mind is racing. Every single thought, being of you. He can’t help the doubt creeping from the pit in his stomach, up his spine and into his throat. He’s trying to flood himself with positives, thinking about how this is going to work and it’s going to go right. He tries not to, but he speeds down the street. He knows if you found out you’d scold him for it, but he needs to be quick. He’s turning up familiar roads, passing by shops you and him wandered past just a few hours prior. His eyes are wide and alert, trying to find the one he hasn’t stopped thinking about since you visited it today. The colours catch his eye first, and when the rest of the shop comes into view he almost parks the car on the footpath from how quickly he pulled into the vacant spot next to it. He rips his keys out of the ignition and whips his door open, throwing himself out of the seat and almost choking himself out in his own car because he didn’t unbuckle himself first. He grumbles about the bloody thing but doesn’t pay too much mind, he’s got more important matters at hand here. 

His feet hit the pavement and he jogs over to the florist, the same smell that almost took him out earlier welcomes him in now. The shop vendor eyes him curiously, iii doesn’t exactly blend into the crowd. If his height wasn’t recognisable enough, his interesting choice of fashion definitely is. And he’s positive the man running the cute little shop has a few questions running through his mind, partly as to why iii is back so soon, and also probably why on earth he’s skimming the few bouquets that have yet to be bought so frantically. iii looks manic. He feels it in all honesty, but if iii can acknowledge he feels a little off his chops right now he can only imagine what he looks like to a stranger. A bit of panic starts to set in because he isn’t immediately finding what he’s had his heart set on this whole time. His eyes meet the shop owners through the window and he all but bursts into the tiny room, words spilling out of his mouth before he can even say hello. 

“Blue… purple… it was out there before… I- I’m sorry, I just… I need that one, it was perfect I need it I’m so sorry-“

The shop owner can’t stop the smile that cracks at his lips, he turns to the small section of counter off the side, almost completely hidden away by the countless bouquets that sit upon it. Without a word he pulls the very bouquet iii has pictured himself giving to you for hours now. He could collapse. The sigh of relief that leaves him gets a chuckle from the man on the other side of the counter.

“Yes, yes that’s it. That’s… that’s the one thank you.”

iii is almost breathless, the panic of thinking his plan was about to turn to shit has dissipated, leaving him just a few moments of relief before the true anxiety settles in. The shop owner allows iii to pay for the flowers before wishing him luck and sending him on his way. He clutches them to his chest on the way back to his car, settling them in his passenger seat and buckling them in so they don’t roll about in the car on the way back to your house. He takes a moment to himself before leaving, he needs a deep breath and to sort his brain out before he sees you. His hands are trembling now, he tries to shake it off as he puts his car into drive and makes his way back through these streets for the fourth time today. 

The whole way back home he’s shitting himself. Anxiety has settled deep in chest and his stomach feels heavy. His palms sweat onto the steering wheel and he’s constantly having to wipe them on his jeans. He keeps screaming at himself to turn back to his own house and leave you alone, but he just can’t anymore. This is happening. He can’t decide if he wants to floor it back to you to get it over with quicker, or if he wants to take his time getting back so there’s more time between now and your potential rejection. The thought alone makes his throat tighten, he has to force deep breaths into his lungs just so he doesn’t throw up all over himself. He has never felt anxiety like this before. He’s never felt fear like this before. He might seem like someone who never worries about anything more than he needs too, but this could make or break his friendship with one of the best people in his life. If this doesn’t work he’s already considering fleeing the country. He knows how he’s going to break the news to Vessel and the guys, and he’ll be off to hide and wallow in his suffering for the rest of his life. He’s so deep in his sour thoughts that he doesn’t even realise the streets he’s traveling down are turning into the ones he’s traveled down countless times before. He’s on autopilot now, having made this very trip so many times to you he doesn’t even need to think about what way he’s going because he could do it blind. It isn’t until he’s pulling back up to your house that he realises the weight of the situation.

“Fuck… okay yeah fuck…”

He mumbles to himself as he turns into your driveway slowly and puts his car in park. He forces more deep breaths into his body before switching the car off and reaching over to unbuckle your precious flowers. He doesn’t let himself think about it, he throws himself out of his car, pockets his keys and makes his way on shaky legs to your door. His hand trembles as he reaches out to knock on your big wooden door, alerting you of his presence. No turning back now. More deep breaths. In out in out. He can hear you inside, making your way to him. His heart hammers in his chest. He hears the lock click open. His throat closes. He watches your beautiful face peak through the crack you’ve opened up. Confusion hits you immediately, because from your point of view you’ve got a face full of flowers and the most gorgeous pair of bright blue eyes peeking at you from over the bouquet. Of course you recognise him immediately, how could you not. But your hesitation kicks his brain into overdrive and he knows he needs to get his words out before it’s too late. 

“Don’t run. Please. Just let me explain.” 

His voice wobbles and it’s then you notice the slight tremble of the petals he’s hiding behind. His hands are shaking. Your face contorts and a frown pulls at your lips, your first thoughts being that something is wrong. 

“iii what… What's wrong? I thought you weren’t well.”

He can hear the worry in your voice and he panics, the last thing he wanted to do was freak you out or worry you. Although he knows you well enough to know that even if he took extra measures to try and avoid that, his efforts wouldn’t go very far. You’re his favourite overthinker, and he’ll spend the rest of his life soothing your racing thoughts if you asked him too. 

“Uhh… okay look I’m just going to say this all at your face and hope it goes well…”

A moment of silence passes between you both, you allowing him the time to gather his thoughts despite your growing worry with every passing second. And him allowing you to process that he’s about to drop a bomb on you. 

“I need you to know that no matter what happens today, you have been and always will be my best friend. I have cherished every single second with you but I’ve not been entirely honest with you and I can’t keep it from you anymore.”

You don’t move. iii has not cracked one joke or made some flirty comment to you the whole time he’s been speaking, the worry that something horrible has happened hits you and you blurt your words out before you can stop them.

“Are you leaving?”

Your voice breaks at the thought of it alone, and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. He drops the flowers to his side in shock and immediately reaches for you in an attempt to comfort you. 

“No! No no no, no love. Listen, just… just listen for a minute okay? I’m not going anywhere, I think… that might change depending on how this goes-“

He trails off at the end there and you just can’t take this suspense anymore. 

“Just spit it out iii you’re freaking me out.” 

The panic getting the better of you, again, blurting your words before thinking about how they’ll sound leaving your lips. But it’s clear this snaps him out of it because he looks right at you and-

“I’m in love with you.” 

Silence. 

Now your eyes are the size of dinner plates, but this time they fill with tears. You stand there, stuck in your doorway, staring at him. And he’s staring right back, frozen to his place at your doorstep screaming at himself internally. Begging you to say or do anything. 

“Love…?”

He asks you slowly, fear encapsulates his whole being and he feels as if he’s about to throw up on your shoes. He tries his hardest not too, that wouldn’t exactly get him any points in the love department and right now he’s scrambling for those points. He remembers the flowers he busted his ass to get and brings them up to you. Gently taking your hand and wrapping your fingers around the stems. His own hands trembling as he does so. You look down at them, and you realise they’re the flowers you fell in love with today. You came so close to buying them but couldn’t justify buying them for yourself so you let them go. And here they are, in your hands, with this silly silly man in front of you. He remembered. He noticed and he remembered. And he went all the way back in half the time it took you both to get there and back again just to get them for you. 

“Please say something.”

Your eyes snap to his right as a heavy tear drips down his cheek. This is real. It’s happening and it’s real and he’s in front of you. He looks like he’s at war. His eyes are miserable and his face shows no signs of life. You don’t move. No words come out.

You watch as he swallows thickly, nods quickly in acceptance of his unrequited love and turns away from you. He won’t stand here and beg you. He can’t bring himself to do it. To hear you tell him you don’t love him. He won’t be able to handle actually hearing you reject him. No words are better than words he’d never be able to forget, he supposes. iii is beyond devastated. He numbly walks back to his car and tries to blink his tears away. It didn’t work. He realises now he fully expected it too. He was positive it was going to work, he can’t believe it didn’t. All the flirting. All the special moments. The flowers. Those fucking horrid flowers. It’s over now, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. One thing is for sure, he’ll never look at a bunch of flowers the same ever again. 

You watch him get further and further away from you and it’s like a fire has been lit under your ass. You silently berate yourself. The one fucking moment you can’t think of what to say to him, and it just had to be during the single most vulnerable moment of iii’s life. You step off your doorstep and follow him to his car, your feet working overtime to get you there before he does. He hears it obviously, he snaps his body around to face you, you see the look of hope in his eyes. It’s clearer than the sky on a sunny day for Christ's sake. Fuck you’re so slow. You just watched his heart shatter and it’s your fault. He's fully facing you now, your flowers still clutched tightly in your hand and for a moment he thinks you’re about to smack him over the head with them. He’d let you. He deserves it. He’d let you drag him around by his ear and throw him into the dirt if it meant you’d stick around despite his foolishness. You don’t give him a second to prepare before you throw yourself at him. He catches you. Effortlessly, because of course he does. The confusion on his face doesn’t last long.

You smash your lips into his. Your free hand is in his hair keeping him close and his arms tighten around your body the moment his brain catches up. He holds you so close you’d think he was trying to become one. It almost hurts, but you don’t even care. He kisses you like you breathe life into him after a lifetime of living in misery. He kisses you like you are the only living thing on this planet that would keep him here. He kisses you like he’s spent his whole life loving you and it’s right now he realises you’ve loved him just as long. The kiss is deep. It’s messy and a little bit uncoordinated. You’re both so eager. There’s a lifetime of longing behind it. And the beginning of a new lifetime together hidden within each time your lips press back into each others. It’s wet. His tears slipping down his face get soaked into your skin every time he squishes his face into yours. You finally pull apart, positive your lips are red raw and swollen to an embarrassing level but you don’t have a moment to think about it because he’s pressing more kisses all over your face. He’s hiccuping. He’s sniffling. He’s smearing more wet tears into your face and he’s wearing the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“I love you, you tall freak. God I’m so sorry iii. I’m so sorry.”

You blurt as your own tears fill your eyes yet again. You’re apologising for more than just leaving him hanging back there. You know it. He knows it. It carries a lot of weight that you both definitely need to unpack. But right now you don’t care to, neither does he apparently because he doesn’t set you down. He keeps your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his arms secured even tighter around your body. Pressed into his chest. Your hand somewhere on his body and your other still wrapped around your flowers. Those fucking flowers. The best idea he ever had. 

“Shut up I don’t even care- I mean I do care, but right now it’s not important we have more important things to catch up on.”

He doesn’t elaborate. Although you don’t think it would take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant, especially if the way he walks you both back to your front door and right back inside your house tells you anything, you’re willing to bet these ‘more important things’ involve a lifetime of kisses to catch up on. 

“W-wait iii… wait…”

You have to force his face from yours just to look at him properly, this man is on a mission right now. His cheeks are puffy from crying, his eyes still a little red. It breaks your heart yet makes it soar at the same time, you silently think youll never forgive yourself for breaking his fragile heart like you did before. You swear to yourself that you'll spend the rest of your life mending it. Despite his remaining tears, which truthfully, are happy tears now, he's still smiling. His cheeks most likely hurt but you'd bet he doesn't even care right now.

“You interrupt me after I finally get to kiss you. What kind of evil are you? This is killing me. I can't hold on much longer-”

He pretends you've wounded him, acting as if he's short of breath and every second he goes without his lips on yours is stripping years off his lifespan. You give him a light smack on the shoulder, still held up tightly in his arms. His dramatics will never die, so long as they keep that smile on your face. He gives you a look that tells you he is all ears. 

“I thought you were sick, what happened to this upset stomach of yours?”

The grin that grows on his lips is nothing shy of sheepish. His cheeks darken a little, although he knew it was most likely obvious he wasn't unwell, he didn't think you'd be so quick to catch on. 

“Heh, you know, I was just thinking the same thing. Look at us, so in sync already we are just made for each other. I guess I'm cured. Now back to it-” 

You stop him before he can get his wet lips back on yours, disappointment flashing in his eyes as you do so. 

“You are such a shit iii, i was fucking worried about you.”

He winces at your words, and settles you gently back on the floor in front of him. His hands still holding you, keeping you close. He might have put you down but you're a fool if you think you're taking even one step away from him. 

“I know, I know bub I’m so sorry. I couldn't come up with anything better, you would have worried anyway. I told you i would make it up to you, and one would argue i did quite the fucking job.”

He waggles his eyebrows at you like an idiot, because he knows he's right. You can't help the happy sigh that leaves you, nor can you stop the lovesick smile that adorns your lips when you look at him. Yeah. He made it up to you. You don't even need to admit it outloud, the way you look up at him tells him everything. 

“Right, now no more interruptions. We are busy. Say goodbye to your friends.”

His hand is intertwined with yours and he's making his way through your house like he owns the place. You let him drag you along, laughing at his odd words and so beyond over the moon this strange man loves you too. You take one last look at your flowers, before placing them down gently on a table nearby. You can't believe he noticed. Well you can, but he noticed because he loves you. You don't think youll ever get sick of remembering. 

He was right by the way. You're fucking glowing.

[sixosix]

can you do an aether x reader lil one shot please!!! my baby gets no love ;( I'm fine with any story or plot but maybe one where they've been travel buddies for a while and his feelings have just been bottled up over time and he just explodes in to a confession and then some cute fluff from there!!!!!!

a/n wc 1.6k there are tears in my eyes as i write this i love aether sonmuch. also sorry if this is all over the place i was trying so hard not to turn it into another 10k word fic…. ft. lyney

aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment his feelings blossomed. there was no pinpointed moment, only all of it growing restless inside him.

he likes to keep his team to four people maximum, oftentimes none at all—just him and paimon to worry about as they move from region to region, friends made yet no proper strings attached. it’s for everyone’s sake, as aether doesn’t plan on staying too long in one place. that’s how it should’ve been.

you appeared one day, demanding to take you in his team. just for liyue and then you can separate ways, you said.

“i’m visiting my awfully quiet lover to break his silence. i need to figure out why i’ve stopped receiving letters,” you explained, blinding him with your bigger-than-life personality.

and because aether is a weak, weak man to people who don’t know how to back down, he agreed, albeit hesitantly. “alright,” he said in defeat. “just liyue?”

“just liyue,” you affirmed, beaming as he’s accepted you probably easier than you expected.

just liyue is a lie, and he should’ve known it the moment he had to confirm it. he didn’t bother with formal introductions and keeping conversations, knowing he wouldn’t see you again anyway. it didn’t help that paimon adores you, expressing her loud disappointment when you have to part ways with them.

paimon floated lower than usual. aether sighed. “should’ve known you’d grow to love someone who spoils you with sweet madame more than me.”

“hmph! y/n’s nicer to paimon than you!”

but he does see you again some time later, facing a large tree, kicking it out of frustration. it’s pouring heavily; your clothes are soaked.

“am i scary?” you asked when aether and paimon approached you, staring ahead, fists trembling.

“what’s wrong?! did something bad happen?” paimon fluttered around you nervously, unsure if she could touch you.

“he’s not dead, at least,” you said bitterly. “just too cowardly to tell me that he doesn’t love me anymore. i suppose it was better breaking up face-to-face than through letters.” you sighed bitterly, shoulders hiked up to your ears as a fresh wave of quiet tears washed over you, muted by the rain. “this is embarrassing, getting dumped because i was too much.”

“it’s not. you came all the way from mondstadt just to see him. didn’t he at least care about that?” aether asked, which might’ve just been his longest sentence yet. why were you out here soaking? if it were him, he wouldn’t have been so rude to leave you astray during a thunderstorm.

“i can’t force him, if he doesn’t want to see me. i’ll be alright, i promise.” you rest your forehead against the bark of the tree, water sliding off your cheeks—aether isn’t sure if it’s the rain or your tears.

he understands, possibly more than anyone.

and aether—still a weak, weak man when it came to people breaking down in front of him, knowing what it’s like to lose someone so dear to you—gently says, “xiangling told us there’s an event holding place here later. you’re coming with us.”

just liyue was already a warning in itself that it would never be just as that.

you weave yourself in his life as if you were always there, fitting in like you haven’t met him and paimon just a few days ago. he tries to convince himself that he’s doing this to cheer you up, but you’ve been making him smile more than they do to you.

he would turn to his side and see you feeding him a chicken-mushroom skewer after a short battle, insisting even when aether says he’s not as injured as you may think. he would turn to his side and see you and paimon laughing over something he missed and find himself grinning as well.

he would turn to his side when you tug on his sleeve, shyly asking if he’s willing to take you to inazuma as well because you didn’t want to stay in liyue if they weren’t here anymore.

“sure,” aether would say. he’s a weak man, and you were holding on to his cape, looking so adorable that aether wanted to melt on the spot. but that’s a normal reaction to cute things, probably.

taking you to inazuma turns into bringing you along to sumeru, then eventually fontaine, until everyone is convinced you’re a staple in aether’s adventures: aether, paimon, and y/n.

this is what it’s like to have a good team, aether persuades himself. a good team, a useful asset, aether reminds himself sternly as you slice a ruin cruiser off of existence with fierce anger in your eyes and a stick of tricolor dango in your mouth. you wave at him after, beaming, and his heart does something weird.

and now, when some of his friends suggest that he lays you off even just for a day so he can have three other people who work together seamlessly with him, he dismisses it quickly—without thinking. he already works best with you by his side. if they want to come along with him, they have to accept they’re coming along with you just as well.

“thanks for letting me join you,” you whisper one night, lying on the grass and watching the stars with him. you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling softly.

“of course,” aether says. of course, because now he can’t imagine what it’s like to not have you with him. “i’m the only one who can handle how scary you are.”

you scoff, gently punching his arm as he laughs. “shut up, idiot. you know what i mean.”

i know, aether wants to say. but would that be too much? aether doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to replace someone important in your life this quickly.

you are scary. you’re terrifying him with all these unwanted feelings he doesn’t know what to do with. but aether wasn’t lying, either—he can handle fear just as well.

and now, as aether watches lyney grin and kiss the back of your palm, aether’s chest burns with something unpleasant, sitting in his stomach and urging him to take action. a rock under his shoe. he does not like it, not one bit.

“uhh,” paimon shifts nervously mid-air. “paimon thinks you should stop glaring daggers into lyney before he notices.”

“glaring daggers? i’m not glaring daggers,” aether hisses. his fingers are starting to ache with how painfully he’s clutching his sword. “no daggers here…” he curses as he watches you grow increasingly flustered.

the sight startles him. not your expression, not lyney’s clear provocation, but aether’s stance towards it.

“i thought we’re friends with lyney again?” paimon asks, terribly confused.

“the best of friends,” aether says, marching over to the scene. paimon makes a disbelieving noise.

lyney smirks knowingly as aether gently tugs on your arm. “oh,” lyney says, all sly, more of a fox than a cat, “i didn’t know you were already spoken for. i do apologize for the misunderstanding.”

you glance between an amused lyney and an irked aether, dazed. “i’m not…?”

“your jealous boyfriend says otherwise,” lyney snorts as aether bristles.

aether glares heatedly at lyney, even as the latter backs away with a smug grin. “y/n, let’s go. there’s nothing else to do here.” he’s being rude. he doesn’t care. his mind is blank—or maybe it’s running miles per minute, and he struggles to keep up.

and because you always listen to aether, you let him drag you off, nearly failing to wave goodbye to a chuckling lyney. lyney calls for paimon, distracting her as aether continues walking away from the scene.

you turn to aether, barely able to keep up with his hurried steps. “whoa, whoa, hey, aether—aether, are you okay? your face is so red.” you touch his cheek, and he crumbles. “aether.”

he halts, frowning at the ground. frustrated.

“aether, is there something wrong?”

that’s the thing. aether doesn’t know what’s wrong. he was content with watching you from afar—content with your stars slowly aligning with his as he stands back and watches it happen. he was content with not doing anything about it. but not doing anything about it would mean everyone else thinks you haven’t got aether wrapped around your finger.

“sorry,” aether says. to the painful beating of his heart, restless with unexplained fury. “i didn’t—”

“…idiot.” you always tell him that. you’re the only one who calls him that, but he knows that were they to try, he wouldn’t let it slide so easily. “it’s okay to admit you’re jealous. it’s cute.”

it is not lyney’s flirtations that tip aether over; it’s the sweet smile you give him, the gentleness of your gaze, and your face so close to aether’s that you and him share the same breath. what tips him over is all of it crashing down on him, as daunting as a fight, as abrupt as the beat of his heart:

oh. oh. is that it?

aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment you wormed your way in. maybe it was the moment you jumped down from a tree branch and scared the wits out of paimon, only to demand nervously he take you. maybe it was the moment he softens when your shoulders shake and rain pours relentlessly overhead. maybe it was the stab of jealousy seeing someone else try to steal you away from him when you so obviously belong to him as he belongs to you.

it doesn’t matter.

“i want you,” aether says, then blinks when you do a startled take. “no—no. i mean. i… like you. and i want you to stay. here. not with them. not anyone else.”

“stay right in front of you?”

“in front, beside—doesn’t matter.” aether grows weak, limp as he presses his forehead against yours. “i just want you.”

“okay,” you smile, tipping your chin to kiss his cheek. his heart soars. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

[caramelarchive]

could I request something like the reader deciding to give L a lil massage. It started out in their head as smth sweet/relaxing until it became high-key concerning cuz every press of their hands draws out a deafening crack

Let's Try a Massage ╾ L

BAHHAHAHAHHAA the fact that this is not somehow canon is a crime, I cannot. anyway, thanks for asking! let's go! I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Boo," you say, coming up behind L to rest your hands on his shoulders and your head besides his. He gives a quick hum of acknowledgement and you peck his cheek.

"Hello, there." After a minute, he turns away from the computer's bright screen, rubbing his eyes and rolling his shoulders as he turns to look at you. L gives a yawn, one of the rare signs he trusts and loves you enough to let his stoic guard down, and blinks sleepily at you.

Your hands brush along his shoulders.

"Ready to take a break yet?" you tease gently, poking at his neck.

"I suppose so." L turns back towards his computer, one finger tapping against the j key and the other prodding at his lip. "I don't think I can do anything else at the moment," he decides, and turns the monitor off, scooping a forkful of cake into his mouth as he does so. "Did you want something?"

L spins his chair around to face you at this question, his head tilting up as he peers at you from the seat. One of his hands reaches up to rub at his shoulder and he gives a cross groan, not breaking eye contact.

"...Did you want something?" you ask, smiling and poking at his shoulders. L groans again and bats your hands away.

"I am simply a little sore."

You grin as a wonderful idea comes into your head: something sweet and cute, to help L relax after yet another long day of hard work.

"In that case, I can help!"

It's a difficult feat to pick L up, so you just roll his chair over to the couch and push him onto the cushions.

The detective turns his head to the side, so he is able to keep his eyes on you, but does not make any move to protest. L just shifts around a little, groaning unhappily, and waits for you to do... whatever it is you're going to do.

Pressing your hands together for a minute to warm them up, you eye your partner up and down.

...Definitely, a massage is required here.

You decide to plonk yourself down on his back for easy access, your hands reaching up to L's shoulders. Your fingers probe into the skin and L gives a small sigh of gratitude. A smile spreads across your face, as you're obviously able to remove some of the stress he has placed on his body by scrunching it into a ball all of the time.

And then a crunch.

You almost fall onto the floor, scared out of your wits. "L! The human body should not make that noise!"

"My apologies."

You sigh and stroke his hair for a moment. "I think this proves that you need some sort of assistance with your back, my love."

The gesture, which you thought to be sweet, becomes more and more concerning as you continued. Wherever you place your hands, there is a dramatic crunch, a crack, all very loud and very not normal.

"L, when was the last time you saw a doctor? Or an acupuncturist or a chiropractor or a physiotherapist?"

He just shakes his head.

You press your hands into his back and it cracks in protest. You take your hands off him and wring them in dismay.

"I just wanted to give you a massage, and now you sound like a whip-person..."

L gives a little chuckle. "Yes... Perhaps a different approach is in order, my dear Y/N." He shifts again, turning to look at you once more.

"I'll run you a bath."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

what if I wrote a little bath scene? nothing nsft as I have said but I mean,, rose petals in the water, bringing in a rubber ducky or a plastic ship... lemme know if you want that as a part two!!

[brights-place]

Hi, I was thinking about what Miles (1610) would be like as an older brother, with a 13-year-old younger sister?😘🥺

Miles Morales & Lil Sister! Reader

Pairings: Miles & Lil Sister! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: As a person with siblings I FUCKING HATE IT! but I love them... sometimes! anyways Miles with a younger sister is so cute! I can just imagine him being annoyed but care for you so much! 1610! Miles & Lil sis! (your here!), 42! miles & lil sis

- You and Miles as siblings sounds... Chaotic like REALLY! fucking chaotic I mean one moment you two would be loving siblings next when mama rio turns her back your brawling with your brother who is 3 ye ars older then you - You surprisingly won and you would cheer but Miles would let you because you were his younger sister - your the one who is fluent in spanish while Miles who is older and SHOULD KNOW! doesn't so he asks you to translate - Miles would chuck you around the house as you shout - You and Miles do rock paper scissors to see who does chores - Miles is a Mama's boy and your a Papa's Girl cause - When you were learning still and didn't know much he would whisper to you "you know what she sayin?" "No I don't hoe what do i look like a google translator!" "you said you were learning" "and your the one who's SUPPOSE to know" - He stares you down when he see's you steal his clothes because you claim you wear it better then him -"Hey big bro can I borrow this?" "No" "WHY!" "BECAUSE YOU AWLAYS WEAR AND STEAL MY SHIT!" "NUH UH!" "YUH HUH! YOU SEE ME WEARING YOUR CLOTHES!" "NUH UH CAUSE YOU CAN'T WEAR GOOD SHIT!" - Mama rio came by with her sandal and chucked it at you too shouting "¡TRANQUILIZARSE! ¡Estoy intentando chismorrear con la tía!" (CALM DOWN! I'm trying to gossip with Auntie!) - You both break into eachothers rooms - When he is drawing or playing video games you enter his room eating something or sipping a drink as he pauses what he's doing staring at you as he turned to look at his screen and back to you once more to see you slowly closing the door before swinging it open quickly and running away as miles shouted you to close it properly - He can hear that gremlin cackle that he finds so annoying - You want to be an amazing artist like him cause you find him amazing but you never say it to him

- When you heard him moving out of NYC to this school to study physics he stared at your sad face "Whatever I don't care I get to have your room and make it like a hangout room!" Miles would snicker at this - At the party you were speaking spanish to your other family friends and were beside your Mama and Papa aka Jeff and Rio as you noticed miles not there as your parents gave a speech as you frowned 'He promised to be here' - When he came back home he brought two cakes and you were frowning at your brother the entire time but soon forgave him because he brought sweets! - When he got grounded you muttered a little 'Ohhhhh snapppp!' as you ate some cake - WHEN HE CAME BACK WITH A GIRL YOU WERE CHOKING your older brother having a GF?! IMPOSSIBLE! - You respect him and want to be like him an amazing artist and get to a amazing school just like him! He pretends he doesn't see you trying your hardest - When he got into Brooklyn Visions Academy when he was 13 you were 10 and were pouting shouting at Miles asking why he was leaving to go to the 'fancy school' and promised you he would hangout at the weekends as you whine - When he became spiderman he tried to hide it from everyone especially you! - When he saw you staring at the TV screen shouting at how cool 'Spiderman' is when he recently came back after fighting a villain and came to visit he would raise a brow and smirk asking how you would feel about the spiderman as you ramble about how cool spiderman is! - he wants to keep his family safe as his younger sister he protects you and as spiderman he makes sure you dont ever get hurt!

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[bittenbyyou]

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MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, lil cute moments

description: Your father wants you to knock Peter down a peg. OR Peter is bitter because you’re an Avenger and he’s not.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: Tony Stark being your father is already a warning as to how ridiculous he could be lol, mentions of Spider-Man: Homecoming, references from Captain America: Civil War, idk where this would fit in the MCU timeline per se b/c I’ve only recently started watching all the Marvel movies. 

a/n: maybe it’ll be a series? idk, if you like it, lemme know!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Firefly, I need a favor.” Your father plopped onto the couch next to you, so you paused your show with the TV remote.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your body to give him your undivided attention.

“You know Spiderling, Spider-Boy?”

“Peter Parker, Spider-Man? Yes. How do you still not know his name?”

“My names are better.”

“Uh huh. Wait, he’s the one that rejected your proposal to become an Avenger.” You nudged him with your elbow, flashing a smirk.

“No, no. I don’t do rejection.”

“But he did turn you down.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to alleviate his frustration. “Sure. Whatever. Anyway, the kid wants to be an Avenger now. Been texting Happy nonstop about when’s the next mission and he’s wanting to see me tomorrow.”

You blinked twice and stayed quiet, a blank stare on your face as to why this was an issue. When he didn’t say anything, you gestured for him to elaborate.

“I don’t think he’s ready,” he added, crossing one arm over the other.

“You’re serious? Dad, you’ve never shut up about him ever since you gave him the suit. Even when I was abroad, I’ve seen what he can do. He’s amazing. You wanted him to be an Avenger.”

“I’m aware. But he said no and now… the ball is in my court.” The shit-eating grin on his face was soon replaced with a chuckle that sounded almost sinister.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he turned me down and now he wants me back. God, I’m making him sound like an ex-girlfriend.” He shivered in disgust and you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I get to turn him down now. It’s great.”

“So you’re turning him down because he turned you down first. Petty much?”

“Hey, that is not what’s going on here.” He turned his attention to the paused TV screen instead of meeting your judgmental gaze.

“Dad, that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re really letting your pride stop you from recruiting someone as amazing as Spider-Man? Let Peter join.”

“What, are you in love with him or something? You think he’s so amazing?” he asked while doing jazz hands at the word “amazing.”

You wouldn’t call it love; it was more along the lines of admiration. During your time abroad, your father filled you in on all his adventures and antics so if anything, it was his fault as to why you were somewhat enamored with Spider-Man. Deep down, you knew your father adored Peter, so it was only natural you did too.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“You can’t date anyone until you’re 21.”

“I’m telling Mom you’re being ridiculous.”

“I already told your mom and we’ve already established that I’m ridiculous,” he said proudly, as if it was a badge of honor.

“You told me you were proud of his decision to lay low.”

“I am. I was. But now the tables have turned and what kind of person would I be if I let him in so easily? The others think I’m crazy recruiting a 15 year old.”

“16 now actually,” you corrected.

“God, this is like deja-vu.”

You giggled. “I’m the same age as him and you’ve been wanting me to join too.”

“Don’t remind me. You were the first person to ever turn me down and I’m still recovering. I’m waiting for you to crawl back and beg me, saying ‘Dad, please! Let me be an Avenger!’ Like the kid is doing now,” he said, using a high-pitched voice when he was imitating you.

“Good luck with that. I have no interest in being an Avenger.”

“See,” he said, pointing his index finger at you, “that right there is why I need your help.”

You crossed your arms in the same way he did, skeptical of where he was going with this. “Go on.”

“I want you to pretend to be another recruit who wants to be an Avenger. I’ll tell him there’s only one position and make him work for it.”

“Dad…” you said sternly.

“What? He doesn’t know you’re my daughter. And I’m trying to protect him too. The kid’s been going off doing things on his own and not thinking clearly. He can wait on becoming an Avenger.”

“He stopped Vulture. He kept looking for those weapons when no one else would.”

“He’s reckless.”

“You’re using me to make him jealous.”

“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m also looking out for him.”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s coming here tomorrow and I want you to battle him. If he beats you, he’ll get to join.”

“This is so stupid.”

“It’s genius, really.”

“You’re making a kid fight for something that you already want to give him.”

“No. Not yet.”

“You know he can’t beat me.”

Your father leaned in and pecked you on the forehead. “Exactly. Him losing will help him work harder to be better. This’ll give him that push he really needs. So will you help me?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to fight Peter Parker and make sure he loses just so he doesn’t get to become an Avenger even though deep down, you want him to be one?”

“Precisely.”

“That’s the stupidest idea ever. And it’ll hurt his feelings.”

“No, it’ll build character. He needs to understand it’s not that simple. You can’t ask to become an Avenger and get it.”

“... But he can… because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

“He turned me down so it’s only fair that he proves to me how much he wants it. Like a test. I’m testing him.”

“No. Dad, I’m not doing that.”

“I’ll enroll you in school right now instead of waiting for the following year.”

You sighed, contemplating his ridiculous proposition. He had adopted you when you were 10 on one of his missions overseas and has kept you a secret from the public. As much as it pained him, he could not bring you home right away because you required guidance on using your powers responsibly. You had to remain abroad for a while longer until the adoption forms went through and your mentors felt you were ready to leave the tiny village where you resided.

However, he and his wife Pepper, kept in touch and always checked in. He showed up every birthday and made it his mission to be a part of your life. Now that you were in high school and your powers were restored, he flew you into New York City right away.

It’s been a few months since your transition and you absolutely loved it. The Avengers who resided in the compound were very welcoming and so far, they were the only ones who knew of your existence along with your mom. Your father had yet to announce your identity to the world because he didn’t want the spotlight to overwhelm you. Originally he planned on having you relax a bit and then enroll you in public school next year, but going earlier was enticing to you.

“... Which school?”

“Spider-Man’s.”

“... Fine.”

“You do have a crush on him.”

“Shut up, Dad.”

The next day…

Upon entering the foyer of the Avengers Compound, Happy led Peter to where Stark was. The man stood in the middle of the main entrance hall, sporting a classy suit and sunglasses. Peter clenched his fists in determination, carefully reciting the words he wanted to say in his head since the car ride over.

“Hey kid. What do you want?”

“Mr. Stark,” he squeaked. He shut his eyes in humiliation, clearing his throat and lowering his voice a bit to sound more confident. Once his eyes fluttered open, he puffed out his chest and said, “I changed my mind.”

“You changed your mind,” Stark deadpanned.

“Yes. I want to be an Avenger.”

“You understand why I’m skeptical.”

“Um… yes, but—”

“Look, you turned me down last time and am I used to rejection?” Peter opened his mouth to answer but was immediately cut off. “The answer’s no, but I respected your decision. All that talk about looking out of the little guy—great—so what changed?”

“I’m ready for more than that now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“That’s not what you thought when I took on Captain America,” Peter argued.

“Trust me, kid. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would’ve.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the realization that he got off easy, questioning his entire existence.

Stark pressed his palms together and pointed at him. “You really want to be an Avenger?”

The boy nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “See, here’s the thing: there’s someone else.”

Peter’s face fell, heartbroken at the thought of being replaced. “What—What do you mean there’s someone else?”

“Well, after you turned me down, I recruited someone else. If you really want to be an Avenger, prove to me you’re better than her.”

���Wait, her?”

“Yeah. You think you got what it takes?”

“Well it’s rude to attack a lady—”

“No. Gender equality’s a thing, right? You beat her up, she beats you up. You both end up in casts—”

“Casts?!”

“Suit up and let’s go.”

With no other choice, Peter obeyed and did what he was told. His thoughts were racing at the thought of battling someone to prove his worth. But this was his dream and he had to get out of his own head. After he finished suiting up, Happy led Tony and him to the outdoor training area that featured a wide-opened space with reinforced surfaces.

It had strategically placed obstacles to encourage agility and tactical thinking during battles. Additionally, the area incorporated holographic projectors to create any virtual landscapes to simulate specific scenarios for the Avengers to train in.

And that was where Peter’s eyes landed on a figure in the distance. You, who was practicing your combat skills with a large kung fu spear. The way you moved was calculated, graceful, like a beautiful yet deadly dance. You performed many high kicks and flips, mesmerizing Peter as your hands maneuvered the spear so flawlessly around your body. Your father and Happy watched you, proud smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“That’s who you’ll be battling today,” Stark said, clapping his hands together once to catch your attention. You stopped what you were doing and landed in a perfect split with the spear parallel to your body, noticing your father and Happy’s presence. You got up and rushed over, your eyes quickly finding its way to the boy in the iconic red and blue costume.

“Hi D-... Mr. Stark. Happy.” You turned to Peter, loving the fact that he didn’t have his mask on yet so you could finally meet him as him. He was far cuter in person, you weren’t going to deny that. “I’m [Y/N].”

Your dad wanted this “test” to be authentic, so you couldn't tell Peter you were, in fact, a Stark. Plus you didn’t look like a Stark anyway, with you being adopted and all. It’d be a cinch.

“P-Parker, Peter. Parker Peter—I mean, Peter Parker,” Peter said softly, shaking your hand. God, you were so pretty that it made him a fumbling mess. He wondered if you two were the same age.

“Great. Now that both you kiddos are here, you both know what you have to do, right?”

You and Peter looked at each other and exchanged awkward smiles. “Mr. Stark, I’m not comfortable battling a… um…”

“Girl?” you finished. “I’d be more worried about yourself, darling.”

The way the word “darling” rolled off your tongue caused Peter’s face to redden like a cherry.

“I’m not saying girls can’t battle, I’m just saying I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you going to hold back if the enemy is a woman?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but to no avail.

“You said you wanted to be an Avenger. There’s only one position available, so we’re going to be testing you both. Happy will launch the simulation sequence and then you two will be fighting one-on-one,” your father explained.

“Good luck,” Happy said, trying hard not to laugh. The two men walked a safe distance away where they could observe you both.

“What’s the simulation sequence?” Peter called out before putting on his mask.

“We’re going to be launching drones at you,” Stark called back from afar with cupped hands.

“Drones?!”

“Yeah, we want to see how much you’ve improved!”

“In 3, 2, 1!” Happy shouted as he pushed some buttons on his phone.

You and Peter both stared up at the sky as a swarm of drones lined up in a similar fashion as the game Space Invaders.

“May the best Avenger win,” you said, sending him a wink. He laughed nervously as you immediately launched yourself in the sky. Peter gasped in awe.

“She can fly?!”

Hovering in front of the drones, you closed your eyes and pressed your index and middle fingers together, forming a "V" shape. Bringing the fingers perpendicular to your forehead, it felt as if you were beckoning an unseen force. With unwavering focus, you opened your eyes, and the spear you held multiplied tenfold, floating effortlessly beside you. Extending your arm forward, you pointed confidently at the drones, issuing a resolute command for the spears to launch their attack. Explosions scattered throughout the sky as you managed to wipe out half the drones with one attack.

“And she can multiply things. Great,” Peter huffed, launching a web at one of the drones to join you.

“She’s going to destroy him,” your father said, chuckling to himself.

“Kid, come back. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Peter shook his head while removing his mask, muttering self-deprecating thoughts to himself at his performance. You watched as he walked away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Did I go overboard?” you asked, a tinge of guilt eating away at your conscience. Your father chuckled and waved off your concern with a flick of the wrist.

“No, you did great. He’ll be fine.” He went after Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going any further. “Hey. You put up a good fight.”

Peter spun around, exasperated and using his hands to express his frustration. “I lost. There was no way I was going to win. She can fly, she can multiply things, she can use telekinesis, she can breathe fire—is she part dragon? How was I supposed to compete with that?!”

You saw him pointing at you from afar, giving him a small smile but was only reciprocated with a frown.

Tony put on a contemplating face. “Is she part dragon…?” he mumbled. “Anyway, I told you that I had to find someone else after you said no. And she’s earned her place. I’m sorry you’re disappointed, but you lost fair and square.”

“But—”

“No buts. You aren’t ready. So lay low, be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and work your way up. Go to school, focus on classes, and finish that homework you’ve been putting off.”

“I don’t need to go to school.”

“Yes. You do. Even she goes to school,” Stark said, pointing over in your direction.

You went over to where Happy was, your eyes still glued on your father and Peter. “Happy, he looks so heartbroken.”

“I know. But it’s for the best. Kid’s too eager and knocking him down a peg might do him some good.”

“I feel bad.”

He patted your back and gave you a reassuring smile. “He will be okay. Your father appreciates your help.”

You immediately straightened your posture when you saw Peter come over with your father.

“Anything you want to say to [Y/N]?” your father asked, giving Peter a gentle nudge from behind.

“Congratulations,” Peter said, mustering up as much strength as he could to give you a smile. Because he really was happy for you, but it hurt for him. The smile didn’t reach his eyes and the pitiful gaze in yours wasn’t helping.

“Thanks. You did really well.”

“Yeah, but I have all the bruises,” he joked, pointing at his face in a circular motion. You took a step forward and placed your palm out in front of his face.

“May I?”

His eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded anyway. An ember glow emitted from your hand and all his bruises healed in a matter of seconds.

“You can heal people too? What on earth can’t you do?” Peter was both fascinated but also very annoyed at your perfection.

“I can only heal minor bruises,” you said quickly.

“Of course,” he muttered.

“Happy, take him home for me.”

“Got it. Come on, Peter.”

“Bye Peter,” you said, giving him a shy wave. He only gave you another meek smile before walking away. You glared at your father, who only let out a sigh of relief.

“Great job, kiddo.”

The next day at school Ned practically crashed into Peter, who was at his locker minding his own business.

“Dude, dude, dude!”

“Whoa, what is it, Ned?!” Peter said, a hand on his chest from the sudden heart attack that was his best friend.

“There’s a new girl and she’s so cute. Have you seen her yet?”

Peter closed his locker shut, wracking his brain for a moment when he saw an unfamiliar face today. “No, I haven’t. What’s her name?”

“Uh… I can’t remember. Was it [wrong name]? Or maybe [another wrong name]?”

Peter looked down the hall and somehow amongst a cluster of students, he spotted you walking towards him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes somehow went straight to you and only you. Irritation overcame him as he remembered the battle from yesterday. How you beat him so effortlessly, so ridiculously cool and being all perfect. And now you’re at his school? What, were you mocking him?

“Ned,” Peter said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is that her?” He pointed at you and nodded his head in your direction.

Ned looked over in your direction and snapped his fingers. “Yeah! That’s her.”

“Dude, that’s the girl,” Peter muttered.

“Huh? What girl?”

He thought about how he sulked on the apartment balcony, venting to Ned about you. “The… girl… remember what I told you over the phone yesterday?”

It took a few seconds, but Ned’s brain finally clicked. “She’s the one that beat you? Her? Oh my god, you didn’t mention how cute she was!”

“Will you keep your voice down? She’s coming this way!” Peter opened his locker again and hid his face behind it. Ned shook his head in disapproval.

“Are you embarrassed? Come on. Challenge her again.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“No, dude, stop. You aren’t supposed to know about her. Mr. Stark will kill me.”

“But she goes to our school.”

Peter hid his face in his locker until you finally passed. He let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. That was, until Ned shouted out, “Hey! New girl!”

You stopped at the familiar label people were referring to you as. Once you turned around, you saw Ned’s huge smile while Peter still cowered in his locker. The boy you were walking with scoffed at Ned’s boldness.

“You don’t need to engage with them. They’re nobodies.”

“That’s not very nice, Flash,” you said, frowning at his poor choice of words.

“If we’re nobodies, why is she friends with Peter then, huh?” Ned exclaimed loudly. If a black hole could open up and swallow Peter whole, now would be the time.

“What, you know Penis Parker?” Flash asked you, incredulous at the new information. Peter carefully pulled his head out of his locker enough to take a tiny peek at you. He wondered what you were going to say.

“Yeah. I know Peter, Flaccid Flash,” you replied, bumping into his shoulder deliberately as you made your way over to Peter and Ned. The entire hallway filled with laughter at your stinging remark.

“Hi. I’m [Y/N]. I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. How about we start over?”

Peter looked at your extended hand as if it was a foreign object, standing still as a statue. When his brain finally registered what you said, Ned had beat him to it, shaking your hand so fast like he was in the presence of royalty. “We would love to start over. I’m Ned. Peter’s best friend.”

You let out a laugh. “Hi Ned. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Without thinking, Peter grabbed your other hand. “Come with me.”

You didn’t have time to react and he led you to the nearest empty classroom, thankful class hadn’t started yet.

“What are you doing here?” he interrogated, letting go of your hand. You leaned against the wall, crossing one foot over the other.

“I go to school here now?”

“But why here?”

“Because… it’s a nice school?”

Peter placed a hand on his forehead, his jaw clenched as he thought of what to say next without sounding like an ass. “Look, you beat me and you’re an Avenger fair and square. I’m happy for you, really.” His words became soft and broken towards the end. “But seeing you reminds me that Mr. Stark will never be impressed with me. So can you give me space?”

His voice was frail but sincere. You got off the wall and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thank you.”

Before Peter could leave, you asked him one last question. “Sorry, but could you tell me where gym class is? I have it first period.”

It took everything in Peter not to curse out loud. He had to fight back his bitterness and said through gritted teeth. “Yeah. I have it first period too.”

You smiled to yourself, trailing closely behind him as he led you both to your first class. Together.

Reblogs and thoughts are appreciated! Thank you!

Update: I might be in the middle of writing a part 2. :) Your support means a lot!

[faeflowerz]

The First Years Crushing on Their Upperclassman (PT 2)

And here is Part 2! Im very tired. I only jave graphics for the first years as i write this so I'll be slowly rolling out everyone. I guess I can do them on case by case? Anyway!! Click here for the first Part.

Warnings: Ortho is in this lineup. I don't want to hear any complaining about it.

Characters: Epel, Ortho, Sebek

PLEASE REBLOG! All of this is available to you for free and the most I ask of you all is to reblog rather than just liking.

My boy Epel will put on a performance for his senpai. Not the kind of performance that Rook suggested, but instead the machismo performance that really would make Vil seethe with shame. Yes, our little apple dumplin decides to go to his magift team for advice on how to court you. He met you in the infirmary since you get an extra credit for working there. Once, he came in busted up and bruised like the Courtland apple he is. You scolded him relentlessly as you patched him up. What if Vil found out? The Housewarden would eat your heart if he found out his little Lady was visibly injured. He already forced you to use special salves on all Pome students to prevent scarring. Really, that man kept you busy.

But Epel wasn't hearing all that. He was sitting there leaning into your touch and swooning. You're so gentle when you tended to his scars that it felt nostalgic. Since he was surrounded by older people growing up, Epel probably unconsciously developed his crush on you based on how nurturing you were with him.

Then he starts acting unwise.

This lil macintosh goes out of his way to injure himself. He plays rougher, fights more, and exhausts himself all just to see you. Then, he hobbles into your infirmary, expecting you to take care of him. Part of him also enjoys being treated like a regular guy for once, especially when you lecture him. His peers also have to sit through it and that's what makes him happy. But during one of their big games, Epel actually does hurt himself. Like, on accident. He's no longer thinking about being able to spend a few hours with you. Now he's thinking about how much he fucked up. He really fucked up.

You do your best and thankfully it's just a sprain, but Epel's being a real Granny Smith at the moment. "Clearly this was a sign that you were doing something you had no business doing," you pull up a chair and sit at his bedside.

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you've been practically living here in the infirmary and I've yet to understand why."

"I guess I'm just reckless?"

"And yet you never seem to need to be here any other time. You're not Ace. You're certainly not Deuce. So, what's the deal here?" When you finally start grilling him, he starts to break. Epel didn't think this through and he hadn't considered the possibility that you'd find out the pattern.

"I...I think I like being here..." he dares to look at you. Rather than anger or irritation, you're patient and most certainly concerned. "Because...Because you're here...if it wasn't during magift, it'd be during gym. Or potions. Or whenever you're here! You're always so nice to me and I feel...like a regular guy around you." Epel grips the sheets as the words tumble from his lips like a fountain. He couldn't stop it either. His stomach turned as he was on the verge of tears.

"Oh...Epel...honey, you don't have to hurt yourself just to see me...I won't turn you away if you visit," you caress his cheek. "I promise." When he looks up at you, your cheeks flush. Epel was certainly cute, but sometimes he seemed a lot more mature than one would expect. Now, you're starting to feel shy. Something in your dynamic shifts as he starts to accept your confession. He grins and presses his forehead against yours.

"Senpai, you better promise to let me come by any time I want. No questions asked." Ah, shit. You're gonna regret this, won't you?

Ortho’s crush on his senpai could first be mistaken for something else. You're Idia's classmate and by some miracle, he lets you into his very limited bubble. Despite being his opposite, you admittedly have great taste in everything...only because you have a lot of common interests. So one day he invites you to his dorm (pre OB) and you meet his adorable little cupcake of a brother. Ortho was already a person to you. Idia had always said "my brother this and my brother that" so you already imagined a shorter fireball running around campus somewhere.

"This is my little brother..." Idia, not one for proper introductions, just turns to start up the game you came to play. And to your surprise, both you and Ortho are a little irked by that. Still, you smile at him.

"Hey! I'm glad to finally meet you. Idia loves to talk about you, but he didn't say you'd be insanely cute!" And that flipped a switch in him. Maybe it was the compliment or maybe it was his inquisitive nature but he wanted to see you again and again.

And he always makes sure that he's around when you're visiting. Ortho justifies that he merely wants to see how you managed to get Idia to allow you in his personal space. But like...Ortho also demands your attention more than Idia does. He hugs your arms and laughs at your jokes and constantly offers to help you with your homework. You think it's sweet until he becomes an official student.

Post OB, Ortho’s giving into his full school experience. One of which is having a crush. And then it starts to click with him. He likes you. A LOT. You let Ortho hang out with you more sans Idia and...the boy has rizz. Oh sweet seven, he's such a good flirt.

"Senpai, you look great today. When you wear blue, we start to match!"

"Heheh when you make that face, I can't help but tease you!"

"I found these compatability quizzes online and they seem to think we're a perfect match!"

Unlike the others, he doesn't have a skill issue. And I'm not saying that bc I'm crushing. Er, anyways.

It comes to a head when he takes his mask off. You'd always been curious and now you got to see a full set of pointy teeth. And for some reason, you're a little afraid. When he brushes his artificial tongue over a few of them, a shiver runs down your spine. What's worse is that his golden eyes pinned you right where you were. Half lidded and glimmering with mischief he finally says, "What's wrong, senpai? I promise I won't bite...unless you beg me to."

Your soul fucking ascends.

So, Sebek with a crush will be annoying af, especially when you're his senpai. He's already got an undeserved sense of confidence. Sebek can't help that he's better than these pudgy soft humans! He's also like Epel in that he wants to showboat and peacock for his crush. Did you see that? Look what he just did! Hey, human, keep your eyes open! Don't miss a single second! He's so excited.

You two met through Silver. Sometimes you studied with him and this time, you had some free time after your session. Silver invited you to tag along since you didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the day. Besides, there was no way horses were real. So, you accept.

Unfortunately, horses are real. Fortunately, the riding club looked really good in their uniforms. You lean on the fence and watch as everyone tends to their Butterscotch and Vorpal. Their Angus and Achilles. Then, you notice that one guy is struggling. Like, he's trying to coax his horse out of the stable and she wasn't having any of his bullshit. He was also yelling loud enough to startle the ravens in the nearby trees. The others just ignored him while you watched on curiously. But it started to get a little sad and you valued your eardrums. Rummaging through your bag, you take out a baggie of apple slices and head closer to the stable. You pull out a slice and whistle to them. Sebek never turned his head so fast and watched as his horse huffed at him and trotted over to nibble on your treats.

Needless to say, Sebek tried hard to dislike you for that alone.

But you kept visiting. He kept struggling. You kept winning over his (not so) trusty steed. So, he over compensates by showing off and bragging about stuff he can do that you can't. You put your chin in your hands and smile. There was something sweet about the way he wanted to prove himself. And clearly he was bothered by your visits. So you straight up tell him that you're going to teach him how to connect with his horse.

"Human! What makes you think you can order me around so confidently?!" He opens his mouth wide enough to show off his cute little fairy fangs. You shrug and start to walk off until "Where are you going?!"

"I figured that was your way of telling me no." He sputters as if your reasoning was preposterous. "What? What's with that face?"

"I...would like you to teach me..."

And from there, Sebek fell for you. He was already into you from day one, but he wouldn't admit it. What started as a little here and there visit became a routine for you both. The one time you aren't able to make it and all of a sudden, Sebek is flagging you down outside of your classroom. "Senpai! Where were you yesterday?!" You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. As your heart starts to settle, you get the pleasure of listening to Sebbie lecture you about punctuality and keeping promises. A question finally interrupts him.

"Sebek-kun...do you wanna get lunch together?" His cheeks turn the prettiest shade of red when you lace your fingers through his. Sebek is such a good boy that he couldn't possibly turn you down.

BONUS! YUUKEN!

Haha look, Yuuken is cute and I kind of view him as his own person.

Yuuken friendzones you. Yeah, surprisingly you confessed to him and he turns you down. Not because of attraction but because he's from a whole other universe and falling in love only to come back to our shitty world would be heartbreaking. He doesn't want to put you through that. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings for you.

Yeah, he's noticed you. You flirt with him like everyone else does. But he likes when you do it. He flirts back for once. There's also something else that you do while he's there. You listen to him. Over time, you've noticed that Yuuken carries the entire school on his back. Overblots, unpleasant students, and Crowley. All of it takes a toll and you're always there to help. You weren't a main character. Just someone in the mob.

This one is after Idia's blot. You visit with tons of snacks for him (and Grim) and just let him vent. You always try to listen to everything and be an active listener. But you were kind of tired. It wasn't anything he said, you just had a long day. "You should get to bed," he said quietly, stopping just before the good part.

"No! I'm listening...I'm..." a yawn interrupts you. In your lap, Grim was already asleep. It was pretty late, wasn't it? "Please finish."

He smiles softly at you and lets you scoot closer to him on the couch. He's so warm. Yuuken continues his story and you're fully asleep by the time he gets to the end.

I would imagine that you two kind of have this "rumored" romance. The way yall smile, laugh and love up on each other really got people chatting. And his buddies (ACE...) is complaining that he didn’t have a chance with either of you. But you're both swearing up and down that you're just really close. Riiight.

"We're just friends..."

"Good friends or super good friends?"

"What’s the distinction?"

"You guys always run off without us!" They're pressed but like they get it. You're hot. They'd all ditch each other to hang out with someone older. Foolish boys.

But there was that time y'all kissed. It was an accident, you swear! During the Halloween Party, y'all got pretty turnt and shared a heated kiss. While neither of you bring it up, there's always that lingering feeling. What could be is right there yet just out of reach.

[cloudcountry]

if you have any fic recommendations with azul in his octoform i'd literally marry you rn

i love him too much and the fics where he's in his merform always hits the best but there's so little of them i'm starving

okay i went DIGGING for you. you made me realize that yes, merform azul content is practically non-existent. i am definitely going to write more in the future because omg. WHERE IS HE.

i tried finding some on ao3 but i literally couldnt (well, not sfw ones anyway) so i tried to find at least five on tumblr!!!

they're under the cut since i dont know how long this is going to be OOPS

THIS ONE IS AN ALL TIME FAV. i love love love love love LOVE this one, its so cute and fluffy and i find myself coming back to read it over and over again JHSGHJSDJG GAHHHHHH JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ITS SO GOOD (PLUS ruggie and jamil kissers!!! the author wrote similar things for them and both are them are super cute too!!!!)

hehe clingy azul C: fluffy!!! super fluffy!!! he holds you with his tentacles and just drifts around in the water whta more could you ask for. this is literally teh bare minimum i am down horrendous for him why didnt the universe give me azul wtf!!!!!!!!!!!

READER CALLS HIM SILLY AT THE END@@%$#@$!$#@!#$%!@#%$#%$!@#$%!@#$%!@%$#@ ITS SO FLUFFY AND CUTE I LOVE THAT hes so cute adn adorable and squishy and i LOB HIM SOBBING

THIS FUCKING FIC I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO FIND IT BECAUSE I LOOOOVE MARINE BIO AND I HAVE AN LIL OCTOPUS PLUSHIE I NAMED AZUL JR I CAN PROHECT SO HARD ONTO READER HERE WHICH I GUESS IS WHAT YOURE SUPPOSED TO BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!!

more fluff!!! this one is very hurt comfort vibes yk,,,, classical transactional azul shit as well smh HES SO GOOFY i love that guy aahwahwhwahawh very soft azul. lovely. chef's kiss. muah muah.

[enhastolemyheart]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING | Heeseung x reader

GENRE | est. relationship, late night date.

SYNOPSIS | You hate when someone wakes you up, but when that person is your boyfriend, lee Heeseung, you would do anything for him, anytime.

WARNINGS | playing a sport (?), very mildly suggestive so proceed with caution, mentions of food, kissing, proofread but lmk if any mistakes

WORD COUNT | 1.6k+

A/N | hey y'all!! The heejake basketball vlog really got to me and I got very delulu lmao and this idea sparked and I decided to write it out and show it to you guys! I wanted it to be a little suggestive but nothing to the extreme, jus teasing touches and things like that (if you are uncomfortable with it then scroll). Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

"Come on, it will be fun!"

You were too tired to wrap your head around the fact that your boyfriend was dragging you to the public basketball court nearby in your neighbourhood, at two in the morning.

Let's go back a few hours shall we?

You were laying in bed with your man, heeseung. He was spooning you, one arm under your neck to support you head and the other wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with each other. Then, you are suddenly shaken awake from your peaceful slumber. You rub your eyelids and squint them; try to take in the surroundings of your room with little to no lighting in the room. you like to sleep in pure darkness.

“Come on love, get up.”

A voice brings you back to reality before you are able to fall back into dreamland again.

You turn around in bed properly to see your boyfriend. Heeseung. His newly blue-ish green dyed hair is all dishevelled from his sleep. His figure is shirtless; and some grey sweats to keep his legs warm.

“What do you want?” You whine as you turn away from him, trying to go back to sleep. He immediately situates his hands on your tummy and your back and turns you back around to face him, “I have a small thing planned for you. So please, wake up.”

You groan, "What does that have to do with anything related to you ruining my peaceful sleep huh?" You mumble tiredly. Heeseung took a moment to observe your features as if it was his first time. The way your lips were morphed into a 'lil pout or the way your hair was propagated on your pillow in all directions, you're just laying there, catching up on some needed slumber with him beside you but you just looked so adorable and cute, he was whipped, and he embraces it.

He just chuckles before taking off the sheets from your body, leaning into your ear, "It's a surprise, but you will like it I'm telling you." He hovers over you from the side before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, then your nose, then your forehead and finally your lips. Even half asleep, you kissed back which resulted in him smiling into the kiss.

"Okay, fine." You mumble tiredly, tightening your hold around his neck. He smiles and presses light and feather-y kisses to your neck and clavicle that's showing through your his white tee. You smile in contentment running your fingers through his hair, him softly sighing at the peaceful massage.

He gets out of bed and trods to your side. You make grabby-hands at him and he shakes his head before immediately obliging. Picking you up with such fragility, he wraps his arms under your upper thighs and your legs go around his waist. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

He sets you on the bathroom counter before grabbing your brush, smearing some toothpaste on it and handing it to you before he repeats the process for himself. You start to brush and heesung comes in front of you, resting an arm beside your leg and another one brushing his teeth.

After getting ready, you in a crewneck of his and some sweats and he in a black tee with matching sweats, you both are out the door. You both decide to walk the way to the court, basking in the night vibes radiating everywhere. It made you feel special, like you were the one who was supposed to be here, at this time with your lovely boyfriend beside you. Your hands interlaced, your other hand clasping around his bicep, soft smiles slapped across your faces. This moment wouldn't be complete with some kisses of course. He sneaks in some kisses, planting some on your temple and the crown of your head as you walk.

And that brings it here to now.

You watch him play basketball while sitting on a nearby bench. Your hands clasped together and you blew some your breath towards it in order to keep them warm.

He looked so hot and good. The way he had sweat everywhere on his face, dripping from his hair onto the ground. He had the sleeves rolled up into a makeshift muscle tee, muscles of his arms and lags clenching as he moves and you fell in love with him all over again. The way his Adams apple bobbed as he breathed hard, respiration taking place. You kept feeling something inside.

He looked so hot (again), and effortless and mesmerising as you watched him play the sport he values a lot. The way he dribbles the ball and runs towards the basket and shoots in such an ethereal way. A fond smile would subconsciously make its way on your face as you saw him in his element. He seemed vulnerable yet on-guard, contended yet having so much to express.

As he finishes some shots, making it on the first try multiple times, you make your way over to him. He was preoccupied with doing a trick with the ball, he didn't notice you coming. You suddenly take the ball from him and dribble it and make your way further away from the basket. You curl your pointer finger as him, gesturing him to come closer. He does so and raises a brow at you.

“I will try and shoot, you try and take the ball from me.” He smirks knowing he would win this. Even you know that there is no way you would be able to beat him, but you know whenever you play with him it makes his heart melt, being interested in something that he loves to do. He squats slightly getting in position. He counts down and you start dribbling the ball.

As you dribble, you try to make your way to the basket in a calm and poise manner. You know the basics of basketball, in fact you even played it all through out highschool. When you and Heeseung started dating, you heart just beated with anticipation whenever you discussed about dates related to the sports you guys play. Now it has been a year and half into the relationship yet your heart still thumps whenever you plan stuff together doing the things you love.

Your boyfriend blocks you the whole time, preventing you from scoring. You decide to fake dribble to his right side and make a run towards the basket the opposite way. You obviously know this, but he lets you go, winning a score.

“Yay I got it!”

You exclaim jumping up and down in your place with a huge smile on your face when the ball goes through the net.

He chuckles lightly with his head shaking at your antics before pulling you close to him. He rests a palm against your head, the other going around your waist. Yours wrapping around his middle, you both stay still in the silence, the eerie breeze that is peaceful and calming, its cold as well but it doesn’t matter because of the heat radiating off of Heeseung’s physique. You look up him, chin pressed against his chest. He looks into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you.

"Have I ever told you that I love you baby?"

You chuckle, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Hearing you chuckle could only make your man more whipped. He loves your voice very much, it's very soothing and he can't not ever go to sleep without hearing it.

"Yes of course I know Hee, and I love you too."

His grin reaches his ears before he leans and steals a kiss, you tighten your hold on him and his hands make its way to your sides, massaging your skin beneath the sweater.

"You know," you pull away from his lips but still stay close, holding his face in both your hands as you look down at his shirt. He pecks your forehead signalling you to continue, "I kinda want some ice cream right now."

He smirks, "I knew you would say something like that so that's why I got some money."

You squeal a thank you before pulling him in for a hug. He rests his head near the crook of your neck, not pulling away before leaving a kiss there.

"Come on, let's go.

"You both intertwine your fingers together before skipping out of the court. You both walk to a twenty-four open convenience mart and get an ice cream bar. Your heart skipped a beat when he paid for the two of you. You always melt whenever he does these kinda things. You mutter to him that you will pay him the amount for the ice cream later but he simply shushes you with a kiss, saying it's not a big deal.

You guys walk back home with the icy delight in your hands, your free hands holding each other as always. He suddenly pulls his hands away and you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He chuckles before giving you a kiss and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. You smile in contentment before resting your head on his shoulder.

"You tired?" He questions as he notices you yawn. The way you nod your head, with eyes closed and lips in a pout, leaves him on his knees for you.

"Let's go home and sleep, yeah?"

"Yeah." You stop in your tracks as you turn towards him, "thank you for this, I had a lot of fun with you."

"Of course baby." He pulls you in for a hug, "I had a lot of fun with you too."

You aren't necessarily a night person, but for him, you would wake up anytime in the middle of the night for a date just to make him happy.

A/N | Thank you sm for reading!! This is the longest I've written so far- Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!! Requests are open and so is the taglist. And I'll see you in the next one!

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[eliiilamar]

YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻

Height Difference.

hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.

WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.

enjoyyyy<3

You walked around the show hall, calling softly.

“Hobie?”

You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.

You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.

“Uhm… You okay?”

He sighed.

“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"

“You were just not with everyone else.”

You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.

"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.

"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"

“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”

You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.

"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."

He smirked.

“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You roll your eyes and mutter.

“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”

"...You're Bi?"

Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.

“Yea.”

Hobie thought for a moment.

"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.

"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.

"Want to come up here and, y'know..."

You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Come up there and what?”

"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.

"You and me... alone together."

He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.

Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.

"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.

You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”

He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.

"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.

You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.

"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.

"We could hang out here for a while..."

You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”

"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.

He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."

“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”

"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."

Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.

He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"

You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.

Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.

He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.

"Hey..." He said quietly.

“Hmm.”

You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.

His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.

He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.

"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.

“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”

You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”

His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.

"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.

"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."

You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.

“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”

His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.

Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.

"I'd rather not say..."

“Cmon.”

You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.

“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”

He looked at you and sighed.

"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.

He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.

You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”

He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.

Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."

You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.

“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.

Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.

"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.

"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.

You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”

"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"

Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"

You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.

"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."

"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.

I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.

“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.

Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."

Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.

"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"

“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”

You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”

He smirked and kissed one of your ears.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."

He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."

Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."

“R-really?”

Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.

He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."

Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."

He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."

Once again his tone was in a whisper.

“Then get a drink.”

Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.

Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."

He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"

You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.

You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.

Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.

His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."

He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"

“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.

He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"

You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”

His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."

His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"

“Yea.”

His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.

He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.

You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”

Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.

Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.

You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.

Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.

"Holy... they're nice..."

You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”

Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.

"They're..."

He cleared his throat.

"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"

You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.

You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.

“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”

You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”

He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”

Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.

You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.

“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”

“ ‘S okay, love.”

He leaned in, smirk deepening.

“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”

[aalissy]

Celebrities

And here's day 11 :). I hope y'all like this lil chapter <3. If you do, please lemme know! Also did y'all see the new trailer for s6?! Ahhh I'm so excitedddd!!

AO3

Marinette wiggled excitedly in her chair. She cupped her chin in her hands as she stared steadfastly at her computer screen. Adrien had a big interview today and she was excitedly awaiting any new information she could store away about him.

Finally, after an agonizing few minutes of waiting, he walked on the stage with a gleaming white smile and a wave. Marinette squealed as she watched him sit down on the couch opposite the interviewer. 

This was going to be the highlight of her day! Wait, scratch that. This was going to be the highlight of her month! 

Adrien rarely did interviews and when he did, she was always seated for them. She giggled softly as he introduced himself. Why did he have to be so cute?!

The interviewer began with the usual line of questioning about his modeling career and his latest projects. Though she already knew all of this information, Marinette hung on every word, her heart fluttering with every smile and laugh Adrien gave. Then, the interviewer leaned in a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So, Adrien, everyone wants to know," he began, "do you have a celebrity crush?"

Marinette's breath hitched as her chest squeezed tightly. She didn’t want to hear about some model or actress he worked with. She turned her head away with a pout even as Adrien's cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink. He laughed nervously and she couldn’t help stealing another glance at her computer screen. "Well, um, I don't really think about that kind of stuff," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

The interviewer didn’t seem to want to let him off that easily though and Marinette frowned as she glared at him. Couldn’t he see that Adrien was uncomfortable?!

"Come on, Adrien! There has to be someone who catches your eye. Is it someone from your favorite TV show? Or maybe a fellow model?"

His blush deepened, and he stammered, "I—uh, I guess there is someone."

Marinette winced and looked back down at her feet as she hugged them even tighter to her chest. Maybe she really should just turn off the show now. It was almost over anyway and she really didn’t want to hear who his celebrity crush was. 

Her fingers hovered over her mouse even as the interviewer pressed on. "Don't leave us hanging! Who is it?"

Adrien took a deep breath, his green eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and determination. "It's...Ladybug."

Marinette gasped before letting out a loud shriek. She toppled over in her chair. She lay on the ground, stunned for a few moments as the interviewer chuckled. Did he... did he really just say Ladybug or had she heard wrong? Slowly, she sat back up, peering her head over her chair as she stared directly at the computer screen once again.

Adrien's face was now as red as her suit. The interviewer himself seemed momentarily stunned before breaking into a wide grin. "Ladybug, huh? Well, she is pretty amazing. You've got good taste, Adrien."

Yep, that confirmed it. He said it.

They moved on to another round of questioning but Marinette could hardly pay any attention at all as she all but melted into a puddle on the floor. Adrien had a crush on Ladybug. On her! Well, not her her but still... it was her!

As the interview concluded and a commercial break began playing, she slowly sat back up, feeling dizzy and heady with giddiness. What was she supposed to do with this information?!

Could she just barge in and tell him she felt the same? But that seemed so... wrong. Like an abuse of power somehow.

She gnawed at her lower lip, tearing a hand through her hair. Maybe... maybe she couldn’t tell him that she felt the same way but could instead just start showing up to his room more often. After all, Chat showed up in her bedroom all the time. It wouldn’t be that strange.

She took a deep breath and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. "Tikki, spots on!"

With a flash of light, she transformed into Ladybug. She took another moment to steady her racing heart before opening her balcony trapdoor and leaping out into the Parisian night.

Swinging through the city, she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. What would she say? How would he react? She replayed the interview in her mind, a smile tugging at her lips. Adrien had a crush on her—on Ladybug. It was almost too good to be true.

When she reached his bedroom window, she hesitated for a moment before tapping gently on the glass. Adrien, who was now relaxing in his room after the interview, looked up in surprise. His eyes widened in delight when he saw her.

"Ladybug!" he exclaimed, rushing to open the window. "What are you doing here?"

Ladybug smiled, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. But, she had to keep it cool. Keep it casual. Steadying her breathing, she leaned back on the glass window, hoping she didn’t seem too awkward. "Oh, uh, you know... j-just dropping by. Figured you could use some company."

How was Chat always so composed when he visited her? Probably because he didn’t feel the same way about her as she did Adrien. Ignoring the rush of embarrassment that had her cheeks turning pink, she looked up at him.

"Of course, Ladybug! Come on in," he said, his smile bright and welcoming. He stepped aside, allowing her to enter his room.

As she climbed in through the window, she couldn't help but notice how cozy and inviting his room was. His gaming setup quickly caught her eye and she wondered if she’d be able to convince him to play a game with her. That would let her spend even more time with him. Plus, it was cool and friendly. Didn’t overstep any bounds at all.

"So, uh, do you maybe want to play a game?" Ladybug asked, trying to sound casual as she glanced around. “It might, um, help us both relax.”

"Yes!" Adrien eagerly agreed, his green eyes shining with joy. Her heart thumped in her chest at the sight. He was so cute. "What game do you want to play?"

She walked over to his gaming setup and picked up a controller while shooting him a small grin. "How about we play Ultimate Mecha Strike III? It's one of my favorites."

"That sounds perfect," he said, picking up another controller and sitting down next to her.

As the game loaded, she felt a surge of excitement. She had played video games with Chat Noir before, but playing with Adrien as Ladybug felt different. It felt special.

They started playing, and for a while, all their nerves and worries melted away. They laughed, cheered, and playfully teased each other as they battled mechas on the screen. Though Adrien was good, she was much better, her competitive spirit kicking in as her fingers flew over the buttons.

At one point, their hands brushed together after they had finished a round, both of them relaxing back against the couch in the same position. They paused, their eyes meeting, and for a moment, the world outside the game seemed to fade away. Both of their cheeks turned a bright shade of rosy red as they gazed at each other.

"You're really good at this," Adrien said, his voice soft and full of admiration.

"Thanks," Ladybug replied, her heart racing. "You too."

They resumed playing, but the atmosphere had shifted. There was a newfound closeness between them, an unspoken understanding that something special was blossoming.

After an intense match, they both leaned back, laughing and catching their breath. "That was really fun," Ladybug said, a wide smile on her face.

"It really was," Adrien agreed, his eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you for coming, Ladybug. You always know how to make my day better."

Her heart swelled with affection. "I'm glad I could," she said softly. "And, Adrien, if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, I'm always here. M-maybe we can do this again sometime?"

He looked at her with such warmth and gratitude that she felt her own cheeks turn pink again. "Thank you, Ladybug. That means a lot to me. And I-I’d love to. Do you maybe want to watch a movie before you have to go?"

Eagerly, she nodded her head, desperate to not have to leave his room. She was so happy. The thought of leaving was disappointing.

As he turned on a movie and they sat there, side by side, Marinette felt a strong sense of peace and contentment fill her. Maybe, just maybe, that bond could grow into something even more beautiful. Maybe she’d be lucky enough that one day they’d be able to date.

[lindalofbroome]

03 - Animal

'Clinks are always hungry. And what does one mouse more or less matter to you now? Soon you will be far away, and your clinks will have the whole of Fleet to themselves.' [FitzFee said.] 'True,' Nanion admitted. 'So the wheel turns full circle. Clinks were here long before humans were. Why, Fleet was built in this spot because of the fine chimneys the clink colony had hollowed from the rocks. They will be have the whole of Fleet to themselves.' 'No. They'll miss the warmth of your fires and the comfort of your scraps.' THE THREE DOORS The Golden Door Ch 15 Fleet

this was only supposed to be a cute lil clink doodle but it was late at night when i started so i fell down the rabbit hole on this one, so behold my madman scrawlings once more ( '')/

honestly not that really a creature artist so had a bit of a tough time, but i did some a bit of research into irl animals that i could draw inspiration from

i tried to find out if there was any rodent or even just a mammal that could burrow or dig through rock, to no avail. but! there are molluscs that do! they're called boring bivalves, and it did take me a moment to click that they mean "bivalves that bore into rock" and not "check out this absolute snoozefest of a sea creature" lmaoo but yeah. they produce an acid that erodes the rock below them and they basically drill down.

when i initially thought about the clinks and their tunnel colonies, my only ideas were that they did just dig with their claws through the rock and it was soft enough or their claws were hard enough or they were patient enough to get through; or they cast acid attack lol. i didn't really like the acid idea tbh because it felt kinda cheap i guess? but then i remembered the skimmer venom.

and it made me think a little. like maybe the venom is a more evolved, more intense version, or even the same just increased capacity of that acid?

i did struggle so much comprehending where the venom spur is though, and this has happened so many time smh. like i have no idea why but in my brain it has always been at like, the elbow??? i dont know why. maybe because sometimes dragons have spurs there. but it's never said that in the books obviously. and then when i went to check it said "above the claws" and i just genuinely have no idea what that's supposed to mean lmao. i ended up drawing inspiration from the platypus's own venom spur, which did end up looking like i gave skimmers a thumb which i was trying to avoid but it is what it is.

oh yeah i briefly wondered if they ever like collected any venom?? i dont remember it specifically. tallus and sholto do seem the type to have done so. if we go with this headcanon train of thought, then i suppose it could be used in construction or whatnot to remove stone obstructions or something ya know? or you know. kill someone. aNYWAY

last thing is that in my researching for burrowing rodents, i ended up choosing the prairie dog for a base on the clink design, no particular reason why.

anyway boy what a plot point damn read the three doors

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Happy Little Day

Howdy folks finally posting this shit. This is a small lil series which I hope you like. Apparently I only write about fucking on vacations, but sue me.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Clubs. Drinking. Swearing probably. Lusting. Then sin, lots and lots of filthy shit, 18+ or else.

“Y/N, stop laying around!” You opened your eyes and looked up to your teenaged cousin, Julie, who was looking at you with contempt. Your eyes adjusted to the bright sun. You were peacefully enjoying said sun on the beach in your new bikini when you were so rudely interrupted.

“I thought you wanted to go in the water?” you replied.

“It’s boring all alone and mum and dad won’t come in with me. And I don’t want to go in with Daniel either because then I’d just have to look after him the whole time. I wanna go in deep,” complained Julie, referencing her baby brother, your youngest cousin. You had kind of been forced to go on this trip. Your aunt and uncle had extra room in the accommodation and travel for their beach holiday to Brighton by accident, and them and the rest of your family didn’t really give you a choice as to whether you wanted to go or not. You didn’t mind too much. A beach vacation wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and you didn’t really mind this side of your family (except for moments like these). It was more the fact that no one gave you a choice in the matter which annoyed you. But here you were anyways, enjoying the sun and beach well enough. You sighed and stood up, dusting your legs off. 

“Fine. But only for a little bit and I don’t wanna go in too deep and you better not drown,” you said, walking off with Julie, who rolled her eyes. The two of you went in the water, shrieking at the cold at first and then giggling a little when the waves would bounce you up. Julie eventually went a little farther and you went a little closer to the shore. Your top half dried as you kicked some rocks around, feeling your feet sink in little by little with each wave. After a few minutes, Julie came back to join you. You kicked around a little more before Julie looked to the shore and then smiled deviously back at you. 

“What?” you asked. She crossed her arms.

“That guy’s staring at you,” she whispered with a nudge of her head. You looked to see who she was talking about, and lo and behold, a man did seem to be staring at you, luckily not too much at your body but still held an intense gaze. He was handsome you supposed at first glance, older, but before you made any other judgements you turned back to Julie.

“No he’s not. He’s wearing sunglasses too. You can’t tell if he’s staring.”

“Yes he is,” she giggled. “Oh well. Not my beach romance to throw away I suppose,” she said, heading back to sit by her parents. You rolled your eyes this time and looked at the man looking once more. He noticed you and gave you a smile, and you just crossed your arms over your chest a bit subconsciously before heading back for a moment to grab Daniel and put your sunglasses on yourself. You returned to the water, bending over to hold his arms up so he wouldn’t lose balance in the waves and so you could lift him up. Daniel was laughing and the man was still staring. You realized as you continued to lift Daniel up that by bending over to help him, you were giving this man a full on view of your ass from the back and tits from the front. You blushed a bit at this realization and picked up Daniel, standing fully up and went back to the towels laid out to dry off. You sat him down and laid out again next to Julie. 

“How’s your boyfriend?” She teased in a low voice so her parents couldn’t hear. 

“Julie, I’m not interested in some pervy guy who sits on the beach alone to look at girls’ bodies.”

“Even if he’s cute?”

“Yes, even if he’s cute. Now drop it,” you said, laying down completely.

***

After leaving the beach, taking turns cleaning up, and putting on a sundress for dinner. Before you all left, as the street lamps were beginning to turn on, you enjoyed the bugs chirping and the warm evening air. Your aunt and uncle had asked you to run to the store quickly to buy some food for Daniel, as he was an extremely picky eater at the moment and it would be closed by the time dinner was over. You had showered and gotten ready first too, so it made sense for you to go. Stopping in the M&S simply food down the road, you looked around the aisles to pick out some snacks for the baby. When looking to make sure you were getting the right type of cereal, you were just about to turn around and go to the check out when you nearly bumped into someone, muttering a “sorry” before looking to see who it was. You actually bumped into their chest first, looking up to see the man who had been staring at you by the beach, who looked considerably taller standing up. He smiled when he realized he was you. You hated admitting Julie was right, but he was lean, sharp, tan, and handsome, and his eyes were gorgeous. But that still didn’t make you any less creeped out by him since the encounter from earlier.

“Sorry, I should’ve been more careful,” he said, with what you hated to admit was a lovely voice as well.

“It’s no problem,” you said, wanting to end this conversation and get away from this guy. You started walking away when he kept talking. 

“I think I saw you at the beach earlier today,” he said. You stopped, turning half around. 

“Mm-hmm.” You weren’t gonna make this easy for him. The man seemed a little distraught at your closed off nature but kept trying. 

“I-I just wanted to say I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to stare so much and make you uncomfortable.” He said, taking a timid step closer. You didn’t move luckily and turned more towards him. You actually appreciated a bit him realizing what he had done and apologizing. You lowered your arms and met his eyes. 

“It’s— it’s ok.” You gave a small smile. Neither of you moved, and he took that as a sign to continue talking. 

“I promise I don’t make it so much of a habit,” he chuckled. He turned to the cereal to pick out the same box as you did. “Here for the nightly… cereal and applesauce?” He said. You chuckled a bit. 

“It’s for my baby cousin. And like you can talk,” you said, pointing out the fact he selected a box too. He chuckled.

“Touché. It’s for the morning. I’m Brian, by the way,” he smiled, and damn, you wish his smile wasn’t so lovely. 

“Y/N,” you replied. Silence fell between you two for a moment, and before you could even reconsider you asked, “why were you staring?” Even though you knew the answer. Brian chuckled again. 

“Because sometimes I can’t resist looking at a beautiful girl,” he smiled. The comment made you blush more than you would’ve liked. “See you around, Y/N,” he said, looking you up and down once more before heading to the till, leaving you flustered in the aisle.

***

“What took you so long? Rendezvous with your boyfriend?” Teased Julie before you headed out to dinner. 

“No. Shut up.” You said and she chuckled. By the end of the meal, you’d managed to forget about him, but when you closed your eyes for the night you couldn’t help but replay his hungry gaze up and down your body. 

In the morning, you’d mostly shaken the experience again. You and your family had a lovely time walking leisurely through the Victoria Gardens and appreciating the pavilion. You only minorly distracted yourself. You thought you’d seen him, a glimpse of his hair when walking past the street, but it had to have been your imagination. You scolded yourself in a way. Brian was on your mind more than you wished. And you still found him staring at you creepy but he didn’t seem too bad in the shop. The truth was, it had been a while since you’d been flattered so explicitly by someone so attractive, so you couldn’t help but appreciate the attention. You continued the day shopping and eating with your aunt and uncle, and headed back to the inn you were all staying at to clean up for dinner again. And by this point you’d pretty much forgotten about Brian again. Until you walked into the inn’s foyer, and there he was. You froze for a moment, your eyes widening and his as well, clearly an unexpected interaction. You prayed Julie wouldn’t notice him and tease you further for your obvious reaction and infatuation for the man when you affirmed you were the opposite the day before. But she didn’t seem to notice, and your aunt and uncle were none the wiser. You nearly paused as his gaze quickly switched from surprise to something else, something darker and hungrier. It made your stomach do a quick flip before you quickly composed yourself and caught up with your family. You quickly made your way to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down from the situation. The two of you were at the same accommodation, making you bound to see each other. You weren’t sure if this terrified you or excited you. It was a mixture of both, and which one you wanted to admit least you were unsure. That night again, he pervaded your dreams and thoughts.

***

Your family’s activity for the next day was to spend the day at the pier playing all the arcade games and going on rides. You accompanied them of course. You spent the day racking up plenty of tickets which you redeemed for prizes worth less than a quarter of what you spent to get the tickets, much to Julie’s objection. She was upset you were more tactical at some of the games than her, but then you made it up to her by accompanying her on all of the amusement rides she wanted to go on, since your aunt and uncle had to watch the baby most of the time, but they took the odd turn themselves. Then, deciding she wanted a second go at beating you, you and Julie returned to the arcade, deciding to set a 30 minute timer to see who could win the most tickets in that time. You were fine with letting her have this one, so you only occasionally played the odd game while she went off in a frenzy on her own. As you were leaning over a pinball game, which didn’t even give out tickets, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Brian. You stepped back in shock, instead falling a bit into the corner of the machine and beginning to trip. Brian luckily noticed and caught you by grabbing your waist. As he righted you, he kept his hands lingering for a moment.

“Careful,” he smiled, his face closer than it had even been. You looked into his eyes and got lost for a moment, enjoying his grip on you and his gaze. You shook your head and stood up as his hands fell.

“I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me,” you said, brushing yourself off a bit, “but thank you.” 

“Pleasure. And I’m not stalking you. Every time’s been a coincidence,” said Brian cheekily. 

“How can I believe you? I barely know you,” you said truthfully, but in a tone that suggested a bit of a challenge, like you wanted to know him more. Brian was magnetizing, and you felt to be a complete victim of his charm. Brian smirked in response and got a bit closer. You could breath him in a bit at this point, and it was addicting, however, he wasn’t close enough necessarily where it would be inappropriate for a stranger to be so close.

“You can get to know me more, if you like,” he said. You looked worryingly around for Julie. You knew that the timer the two of you had set up would be almost out by now. “Problem?” asked Brian, genuinely a bit concerned he’d made you uncomfortable.

“My cousin’s here. She can’t see you. I— I’d never hear the end of it,” you said with a bit of a chuckle, and a gaze that just about conveyed you were sorry you’d have to go. Brian nodded in understanding and smiled a bit once more.

“I understand,” he started. You were just about to move away when he grabbed your forearm lightly, and you whipped your head around to face him again, your hair flipping with the action and him catching its scent. It sent him slightly mad, but he composed himself. “But if you can manage a moment away, I’ll be at the 10 Below bar later tonight.” You stared at him. “In case you wanted to get to know me more,” he finished, letting your arm go and then walking away. You rubbed your arm at the spot where he held, not in pain, but to try to imprint the feeling in a way. You didn’t know what to make of his offer. He was extremely handsome, and seemed to have you under some sort of spell. But it seemed too convenient, and you couldn’t have your family know, because then they’d tell your parents and even though you were an adult all hell would break loose. You swallowed and composed yourself and found Julie, who boasted about her winning against you. You congratulated her, found your aunt and uncle, and returned to clean up again. However, this time, you didn’t go to dinner, which they had earlier than usual.

“Ready to go?” asked your Aunt Susan as she knocked on the door, your uncle and Daniel in tow. She, your uncle, and Daniel were sharing a room and you and Julie were sharing one with two beds next door. Julie went past you to the hallway to join them, and you were nearly about to as well, before you made a split second decision.

“Actually, I think I’m going to stay back,” you said. 

“Everything all right?” Aunt Susan asked, concerned. Julie looked at you strange. “Yeah. It’s just… it’s that time of the month and it’s just started,” you whispered, placing your hand over your lower stomach. “I’m fine. Just a bit uncomfortable and I think I should rest for tomorrow,” you said. Julie believed you, as you had been quiet since coming back. She chalked it up to the pain now but it was really because you were silently freaking out about Brian asking you out. 

“Aw, love, you go and rest. We’ll bring you back a sandwich and some chips?” said Aunt Susan. 

“If it’s no trouble,” you said. They nodded and headed on their way. You closed the door and sighed to yourself. Were you really going to do this? You found your answer as you rushed to the closet to ransack your suitcase for anything you could wear to a bar, something dashing. You hadn’t really packed anything because you’d assumed you wouldn’t be going out much on your family vacation with a teenage cousin, a baby, and your middle aged aunt and uncle. You really had nothing. “Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You quickly made your way out of the inn down the road, praying for any shops to be open still. Your family had gone to dinner earlier luckily, but it was still somewhat late for shops. After nearly jogging down the road, the only contender was a TK Maxx. It’d have to do. You threw something together, returned to the inn quickly to darken your makeup, and got all ready. You had to leave before everyone got back. You were about to run out of the door when you realized you’d need an excuse to be gone. You grabbed the inn’s notepad and pen and quickly scribbled down, took a walk to see if it would help and might stop by the shop. Y/N. You hoped that’d be good enough. You were in the clear and hadn’t realized you’d nearly been running to the bar you’d been walking so fast. You slowed down as you arrived and entered.

With a quick scan of the room, you didn’t see Brian. Taking a moment, you found the bathroom. You made sure you still looked alright, and took a deep breath to calm yourself down and panicked a bit. You and Brian never agreed on a time. But he had to show up at some point? Worst comes to worst, you figured, you could get some guy to buy you a drink if Brian never showed up. But you decided not to worry about that at the moment and went back out to the counter. The place was nice enough, it was nearly half-bar-half-club, but not so loud or dark. The lights were dimmed and there was ample seating, not all too busy this early yet. There was a stage where some musicians were chatting and tuning their instruments. You sat down at the bar and placed your order. You got something to sip on, maybe calm your nerves a bit but not make you unaware of anything. You sat sipping and people watching for a bit, and someone tried to approach you as you sat alone but you turned them down. The bar got busier and busier by the minute, but never too packed. Eventually, you felt a hand at the small of your back, and turned around to see Brian.

“You came,” you said, looking him up and down but not gracing him with a smile. You were still unsure of him. He was damn attractive in these lights, and it was a bit frustrating. 

“You came,” he reiterated. “I wasn’t sure if you would.” “Why? Think I was afraid?”

“A bit maybe. You looked a little spooked earlier,” Brian chuckled.

“That’s because you were stalking me.”

“Well that’s why we’re here, aren’t we? To prove I’m not some stranger who was stalking you?” You rolled your eyes a bit but smiled. Brian ordered a drink and topped yours up. 

“Thanks,” you said. Brian sat down and scooted his stool closer to you. 

“Besides, how do I know you weren’t stalking me?” Brian smirked. You smiled.

“I guess you’ll just have to believe me. I wasn’t.”

“Ditto,” he said, taking a sip. You admitted to yourself, you liked him. It was going well so far. Nothing seemed forced or awkward, it seemed like the innuendos and the flirting came naturally around each other.

“I can’t stay long,” you said. “Supposedly I’m sick,” you explained. 

“Ah,” he replied. “What’s your affliction?” 

“Women’s troubles,” you smiled, testing him a bit. Some of the more ignorant men in the world got grossed out at the mere mention of things like women’s anatomy, and you wanted to filter those out fast. Luckily, Brian chuckled again.

“That’s a mean one,” he said. “So you’re not from Brighton, then? Just here on holiday?” he asked. You nodded. “Me too. I’m in some part of Greater London at all times,” he chuckled.

“What keeps you there?” you asked.

“Work, mostly.”

“You’re one of those workaholics, then?”

“Ha, I try not to be, but sometimes the job demands it,” he said, staying ambiguous, not wanting his career to detract from the conversation like it had in other interactions he’d had. “And what about you, like the beach?” he asked.

“Fine enough,” you said. “I know you do, though,” you teased.

“I do? And how could you possibly know that?”

“Because you liked staring at my tits pretty well the other day,” you said teasingly, mixing your drink with your straw.

“Can you blame me?” he chuckled. You blushed and looked over to the side.

“So what, come to Brighton alone often?” you asked.

“No, not often. I haven’t been to Brighton in a while. But tell me more,”

“About what?”

“Yourself,” he said. You noticed the quick subject change, but brushed it off.

“Like, what’s my favorite color?” 

“Sure,”

“I thought we were here so I could get to know you,” you said.

“Alright then. It’s black.”

“Black’s not a color.”

“Sure it is.”

“No, black is a lack of color,” you teased. He smiled at you and furrowed his brow bit.

“Well then what’s yours?” he asked.

“I don’t have one,” you said, drinking more.

“You’ve got to be kidding,”

“Why would I kid about that?”

“No, I believe you, I just can’t believe you’d tell me black’s not a color and then go on to say you don’t even have a favorite color yourself,” he laughed. “It’s the audacity.” You opened your mouth in feigned offense.

“Know what I think is audacious, Brian?” you said, leaning in close. Brian leaned in close himself. Your scent enraptured him in the most glorious way, and your wit was killer and everything about you made him desire you greatly. 

“What?” he said, his face close to yours. You looked at his lips momentarily, then back to his eyes.

“Inviting me to a bar without setting a time and assuming I’d show up,” you said, leaning away and finishing your drink. It was helping you feel lighter on top of everything. Brian tried to snap himself out of it. 

“Well I managed to luck out then, didn’t I?” he said.

“Most certainly,” you conceded. The jazz band had finished setting up and began to play with a quick announcement. You and Brian enjoyed the song, where halfway through he moved closer and slipped his hand around your waist, tentatively and then more firmly when you didn’t move away. You moved into him a bit more. As the next song started, Brian stood up and took your hand. 

“Care to dance?” he said. You nodded and grabbed his hand. The song wasn’t too lively or slow. He grabbed your waist again and you secured your arms around his neck (which was a bit of a reach) and swayed together, his hands slowly slipping lower and your hips slowly touching more and more. You could hardly handle it, Brian staring straight into your eyes so intensely. He was a charming, clever guy, and incredibly handsome, and you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him in a very literal and physical way. Brian was no better off. You were driving him crazy with your eyes back, your lips and the feel of you, your hair, everything. He gave in soon and put a hand on your jaw, and you gave him a smile and a look that said, I dare you, and that’s all he could handle before he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was intense, a bit messy and lustful but very deep. He pulled away soon after as the song finished again. You looked at him sorrowfully as you figured you should go, though you wanted to do nothing more than dance the night away. You didn’t, you couldn’t get attached to some guy you met on holiday. You’d have to leave soon and didn’t want to get hurt. So you leaned to his ear.

“I should go,” you said, trying to convey you were sorry for it. Brian looked upset too a bit, and nodded. Before you could break away again, he pulled you close suddenly and whispered into your ear, sending shivers through you as his breath hit your neck.

“158,” he said. You looked at him, confused. “I’m in room 158. Tomorrow after dark,” Brian finished. Your stomach swooped as you realized what he meant, and nodded, before parting away. You wrapped your arms around yourself to protect from the slight chill of the night as you quickly walked back to the inn. You opened the door to find Julie sitting in bed and reading. She looked up at you.

“Took you long enough,” she said, her brow furrowing when she noticed your appearance. “Where’d you get that from?” she said, referencing your clothes. You froze and panicked as you realized you’d forgotten to account for your going out clothes when coming back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I packed this with me and changed to go on the walk,” you said, folding your arms again and quickly rushing to the bathroom again to undo your appearance. When you came out of the bathroom, she was back to her book. You sat down in your own bed. “You got my note then?” 

“Yeah,” she said mindlessly. “When’d you leave? It’s a bit late now.”

“When’d you all come back from dinner?” You asked, avoiding the question. 

“Just after 8. And you didn’t answer me,” Julie said. 

“I left just before 8. And then I walked down to the shop but it was closed and then took a long walk,” you said, hoping that’d be a good enough alibi. Julie just shrugged. To put the nail in the coffin, you suggested, “wanna watch some TV quick before bed?” Julie nodded and closed her book, and you flipped on some channels. The distraction seemingly worked.

As the two of you watched, you hardly paid attention, your stomach swooping and mind swirling at what happened just before with Brian. And on his preposition. Were you really going to sleep with some man you just met on holiday? A man who was older than you, who you barely knew? Were you going to sneak out during your family vacation just for sex? Would it be dangerous, a bad idea for your safety, or emotions? You’d always gotten attached quite easily. But then again, maybe mindless sex would be the best way to ensure you got the most out of this, that it could be a naughty secret fling and just that. Because at the end of the day, you weren’t going to ever see each other again once you leave your vacation. But all the other reasons too. You weren’t close to an answer either way, simply nervously mulling over everything. 

You fell asleep, and your family spent the next day relaxing on the beach once more, but you were anything but relaxed, a constant stream of worry of the right thing and desire and curiosity keeping you on edge. Dinner happened, and though the summer sun set late it did turn dark eventually. You laid in bed until Julie fell asleep, and breathed in. You shouldn’t go. But then you found yourself quietly closing the door and walking down the hall to room 158. The urge was too strong, and Brian was too addicting. You knocked on the door just past 11 softly, and the door opened to Brian who looked at you hungrily, towering over you. He didn’t say a word, didn’t have to as he immediately took your waist and pulled you inside, closing the door. The room was dim, and his grip tightened on you as he immediately captured his lips with yours. You devoured each other, his tongue slipping inside your mouth alongside yours. 

The kiss was intense, sustaining, and drove each of you crazy. He broke away after you both lost your breath, and you couldn’t even draw another one in before his lips fell to your neck, making you gasp. He nipped and sucked on the soft skin of your neck, moving around and to either side until he found the spot which made you arch into his body, his response being one hand falling to your ass to push you into him. Everything, his scent, his touch, made you melt into him and you could help but moan a bit. Brian growled at your noises and turned you around, kissing you hard again as he back you to the bed and lowered you down to the edge before forcing your legs apart with his torso, fitting himself against you. You were on your back and he was still standing, leaning over as he finished the kiss before pulling away. He gazed at you, a dark glare full of complete desire and satisfaction that he knew would be fulfilled. You couldn’t help but look at him the same. 

You climbed into place against the pillows before Brian knelt on the bed in front of you and started to unbutton his shirt, staring at you unfalteringly. He finished and discarded it to the floor, before grabbing your top and getting rid of it too. Brian gasped at your breasts before running his hands over them and putting his mouth back to your neck. He fondled you as you started to pant, his lips trailing down as they fell over your nipples and he lavished his mouth upon each. You whined at his effects, and he didn’t stay long before his lips continued down to your stomach before he lightly kissed the junction between your hip and your stomach, making you moan. He pulled your pants down quickly and did the same to his own, and you eyed his tented boxers. Before you could appreciate him more, he began to  kiss the insides of your upper thighs until you were writhing towards him. Brian smirked at the effect he was having on you, and sat up as he palmed himself for a moment and rubbed at you through your underwear with his thumb. Your hips pushed into him, begging him to give into what you desired, to make you feel good, though you knew he would. 

Brian ran his hands up your sides once more before leaning down and kissing you, before removing your panties, kissing each of your thighs once, and then dipping into your core. You cried out softly as he licked and sucked at you before dipping down and slipping his tongue inside, his nose rubbing against you. Your whines started out as constant whispers but grew more and more audible, though never too loud, never to reveal your hidden tryst. As he lifted his head once more, he made direct eye contact again, you meeting him, making everything more intense. His gaze was hungry and real, making you realize that it was him exactly who was in your most private places. You sighed and sobbed a bit as you got close, before Brian slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them up, your hips lifting with his fingers, and his mouth and other arm pinning you down, forcing you to endure him, his eyes never leaving yours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. What your sight couldn’t supplement for you anymore, Brian filled in for your ears, lifting his mouth for a moment, saying, “Let go. Now.” commanding you, before lowering back down, and you gave in, your mouth locked into a silent scream as you felt the highest you’d been, like you were breaking apart out of pure pleasure. After thrashing around until your hips moved the opposite direction, attempting to leave the stimulation, Brian lifted off and out of you, rubbing your thighs until you opened your eyes again. Once you did, Brian just smirked at you and removed his pants, your eyes widening at his size. Before you had a chance to appreciate it enough again, Brian leaned over to kiss you, more softly this time again, and you reached a hand down to him, stroking him and rubbing him harder and harder, Brian making the most gorgeous low moan into your mouth. 

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore, and guided himself into you. You gasped as he slid in all the way, stretching around him pleasurably and he started to move. He was deep and hard and both of you whined into each other’s mouths, too preoccupied to continue kissing as you felt each other inside out. There was something so naughty, lustful, and exiting about the experience, but also somehow deep and gentle just as much, even though Brian was plowing into you with the subtly of a semi truck. He sped up and you grabbed his back and tugged on his hair hard, trying to contain your noises as he buried his face in your neck. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close already,” he said, moving a hand down to rub at you. You were close too, your body unable to remain composed with how Brian was taking you. You moaned louder at first before quieting down out of necessity, Brian’s chin and nose tucking further into your neck with the pressure, his breath making you shiver. The muscles in his arms flexed near the side of your head as he barely held himself up on his elbows, but used them to thrust into you even harder. You sobbed out as he hit a deeper spot, finishing all over him. Brian was unable to take you contracting hard around him, moaning brokenly before pulling out of you and finishing over your stomach before collapsing on top of you. Both of you hyperventilated for a moment as you came down before Brian’s nose nudged yours, the two of you lazily kissing before your breathing settled. You moved away slightly, brows knitted together.

“The mess—“ you started.

“It’s alright. I can clean it up,” Brian said softly as he kissed you a bit more. Brian hopped up on shaky legs to do such and returned, cleaning the both of you off. He threw the hotel towel to the floor and laid down next to you, grabbing you close and kissing you again before intertwining your legs and rubbing his nose softly against yours. You grabbed his hand and met his eyes, and he gave you a soft smile back.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. And absolutely incredible,” he whispered. 

“You’re just saying that because I just slept with you,” you whispered back with a grin. Brian exhaled with a soft chuckle before pulling you closer, both of your eyes falling closed with exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to just stay like this all night, or maybe forever, just be with him, because it felt amazing whenever you were around him. You couldn’t even stand to feel afraid of such a feeling as he held you close. You opened your eyes to see his still closed and untangled your hand, running it up his arm to stroke his face. He opened his eyes to see you looking upset back at him.

“You have to go, don’t you,” Brian whispered, his face giving away no emotion but his smile falling. 

“Yeah,” you breathed back. Brian sat up, bringing you up with him, pulling you onto his lap to give you one last deep kiss before pulling back, it saying everything the two of you felt, that you wished you could stay, through your expressions. But alas, you pulled away and put your clothes back on, smoothing down your hair quickly before opening the door, looking back at him once more. He smiled and looked at you reassuringly back, and you smiled as you closed the door softly. You quickly ran back to your room, opening the door as quietly as possible. The room was still dark, and Julie was still fast asleep. You sighed in relief as you climbed into bed yourself, passing out blissfully and a bit sore from your little rendezvous. Maybe this holiday was a good idea after all.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 15: Green Fingers

~The Man Cave~

It was a glorious new day in Swellview; the sun was shining, the birds were singing and yet, (y/n) still woke up that morning feeling...off. It was a weird feeling, like that sense you get when you first feel the onslaught of an upcoming cold, but she shook it off with a chuckle. 

Sickness, nah. She didn't get sick, not since she was fried by the Densitiser. Whatever that thing did to the young woman gave her immune system one hell of a kick, not to mention to super-regeneration, so any flu, germ or virus couldn't touch her. Not anymore. It was just one of those days, it had to be.

"Hey, you all right?" Ray's soft question snapped her out of her daydream and she looked over from her seat on the back of the couch to where he was getting hot coffee from the auto-snacker. That's what (y/n) needed; a pick-me-up. Pure, steaming caffeine to shake off the gentle pounding in her head and the queasiness in her stomach. 

"Yeah, just tired. No thanks to you." She smirked, accepting a mug from her boyfriend and taking a quick sip to let the sweet bitterness wash over her tongue. Ray's cocky smile grew at her words, forgetting about how floopy and droopy his sweet girl looked when memories of the previous night came flooding back. 

"You loved it. Wouldn't stop screaming, if I remember correctly." He teased, watching her ears turn red and her nose scrunch up. His girl looked so cute in her pyjamas, hair still ruffled from their late night, but the natural look and no need to impress anyone just made her so beautiful.

"Oh, shut up, doofus. Have you fed Colin?" She asked, wanting to move on and enjoy the peace between them before Schwoz came shouting or the kids arrived for work. There never seemed to be a spare moment in the Man Cave, not for Captain Man anyway.

"Yeah. 'Lil guy loves his carrots, just like I love you." Ray smiled, curling an arm around her waist so he could give her a sweet kiss, which made her toes curl and tummy flutter. Just the domesticity of it all; the coffee, the pyjamas, the idle chat, she loved it and she loved him so very much.

The fluttering didn't last though. Before either one of them could lean in for another, the supercomputer's alarm started beeping, leaving the couple to sigh as they bumped noses. Never a spare moment.

"I think Henry's trying to holo-call." (y/n) whispered, taking another swig of coffee since the ringing of the computer was like a signal telling her that the rush of the day started here and wouldn't stop until she was dragged to bed later that night. 

"He should be on his way to work by now. Why's he calling?" The man pondered out loud, making his amused girlfriend raise a hand to lovingly caress his cheek.

"Answer it and you might find out, sweetheart." She chuckled, watching as he reluctantly stepped away from her calming aura and turned around to see what his sidekick wanted. It better be good, he gave up a second kiss for this.

"Hey, Ray---Ray." Henry's little hologram greeted his boss and immediately burst into a coughing fit, but he worked through it to avoid going into a violent, spluttering fit. 

"Hey, you're supposed to be getting to work now. Why aren't you here?" Ray asked him in a slightly grouchy voice, which softened as his girlfriend came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into his back.

"Uhhh, 'cause I can't come into work. I'm sick." Henry replied, trying to not throw up or go "awwww" at the cute way (y/n) hugged Ray, who didn't believe that he was that ill. He was certain that he was just being a typical teenage hypochondriac.

"Oh, so you're in the hospital?" The large man asked, assuming that if he was so bad he couldn't come into work, then surely, the kid must've been admitted to the ER. They had criminals to thwart, not a cold.

"Uhhh, not the hospital, but I'm not feeling that--" The boy tried to explain, hoping he could speak to (y/n) about this since she was much more understanding about illness and how even the crappiest bug could make you sluggish and shivery for days. Ray, however, very, very rarely got sick, another miracle from the Densitiser and hadn't had a runny nose or high fever since he was a kid.

"Henry, we're crimefighters. And since criminals don't blow off work when they're sick, neither do Captain Man, Miss Danger or Kid Danger. You catchin' my wave?" Ray explained as Henry's eye was caught by something alarmingly worrying. Why the hell was his pinky turning green? Was he tripping?

"Ray..." (y/n) warned, poking her head out from between his shoulder blades and looking up at him with an expectant face.

"I mean, you ever see me blowing off work?" The superhero bragged, absentmindedly sliding his arm around his girl's hip so he could pull her closer.

"Okay, that's not fair." Henry sighed, rubbing his tired eyes exasperatedly. Ray scoffed at the statement, wondering why he was being counted out.

"Why's it not fair?" He questioned, making (y/n) gaze at him with a knowing look. Geez, it had been so long, he'd forgotten.

"Because, doofus, you've been indestructible since you were eight. You can't get sick!" She exclaimed, remembering all the days when she had the worst illness ever, he always took care of her because he was immune.

"Yeah, and (y/n) can't get sick anymore either because she's super healing or whatever," Henry added, knowing that even though it no longer applied to her, (y/n) still had the memory of being completely human fresh in her mind. Her partial densitisation was only, like, a year ago, unlike Ray, who hadn't been sick since the late eighties.

"That's right, so...be more like us," Ray smirked, standing next to his girlfriend proudly as he rubbed the exposed sliver of skin where her pyjamas had ridden up over her hip. (y/n) rolled her eyes, thinking that she had enough with one big-headed doofus, she didn't need another.

"Look, my mom says I can't come into work," Henry said, trying to use his parents as support. If they said he couldn't come in, then surely Ray had to respect that.

"Your mom?" Ray frowned, and the mention of that woman sent (y/n)'s skin prickling. It had only been a couple of weeks since they had dinner with the Harts and the memory of him flirting with Mrs Hart still stung. Would he dare? And with her so close?

"Yeah." Henry nodded, also tensing up as he braced himself for Ray's reaction. He was silently praying for him to stay normal and indifferent as he knew that one more flirting incident would break (y/n)'s heart. All Ray had to do was be sensible.

"Do you want us to come and talk to her?" Ray asked, politely, calmly, unflirtatiously. (y/n)'s head snapped up to look at him, her heart thumping as she realised that, for the first time, he didn't want to flirt with Mrs Hart. On the inside, Ray was applauding himself for giving the perfect response and pulled his girlfriend closer, wanting to show her that he'd changed, he repulsed the thought of flirting with anyone but her, he just wanted her to love him.

"Uhhhh, y'know what, I'll be there in ten minutes," Henry replied and snapped his watch shut, stunned that he had this big scolding ready for his boss, something about hurting his friend unnecessarily, but he didn't need it. Ray had done it, he refrained from flirting with another girl.

"I love you so much." (y/n) gushed at her boyfriend once the holo-call had ended, reaching up to pull his shoulders down so she could kiss him feverishly. Ray couldn't understand her sudden rush of emotion, but to her, he'd done the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. 

He'd put her first above anyone else.

~20 minutes later~

With Henry on his way, the Man Cave soon filled up. (y/n) had gotten over her emotional overload and had gotten dressed whilst Charlotte and Jasper dropped down in the elevator. The girl started working away on the supercomputer and Jasper was "helping" Ray with some doohickey statue of him. Apparently, Ray's head couldn't paint itself and he wanted his girl to help him get the finer detail right. After all, she knew him better than anyone.

"Yeahhhh. Aw, yeah, that's nice. Look at me, sweet girl." Ray nudged her as he painted the mask on the bust a bright blue and Charlotte blew her nose. Something must have been catching, she had been snuffling since she'd arrived and (y/n) was trying not to do the same. She wasn't sick, she wasn't sick, she wasn't sick...

"Your hair needs to look perfect. Make sure it looks perfect." She insisted, thinking that if she was going to be made to stand when all she wanted to do was sleep her growing headache away, this statue needed to look perfect.

"Heyyyyyy, everybody!" Henry announced as the elevator door slid open and boy, he looked rough. His skin was pale and clammy and he had bags under his eyes and greasy hair. Geez, he should've stayed in bed.

"Hey, Henry..." Everyone greeted him, although Charlotte sounded particularly chesty and nasally. She sneezed into her elbow, making Ray jolt as he nearly ruined his masterpiece. One wrong move and the acrylic paint would stain the wrong inch of pottery and ruin his face.

"No sneezing." He told Charlotte sternly, breathing a sigh of relief as he managed to pull away in time before he could mess up the mask. This thing was going in pride of place, somewhere for all to see and (y/n) to hate.

"Hey, you sick too?" Henry asked his friend as she hunched over the computer's control panel, trying to stop herself from throwing up from the dizziness in her eyes. God, she was burning up, but work had to be done.

"No, I'm collecting a giant pile of dirty tissues." She replied sarcastically, showing him some of her gross, gooey tissues from under the control panel.

"That's gross." Henry grimaced, trying not to puke since his stomach was already having a tough time of it. Bed sounded nice, work sounded horrible.

"Hey, everybody!" Suddenly, Schwoz came bounding down from the sprocket, with way too much energy for his friends. They all felt like shit, why was he so happy? 

"Since it's Saturday morning, look what I brought...cupcakes!" Schwoz smiled at them, and they all thanked him for the surprisingly kind gesture. Sure, they weren't (y/n)'s famous blueberry muffins, but still, cupcakes were cupcakes. 

"Hey, Henry, grab me one, would ya?" Jasper asked his best friend as he was a little preoccupied holding Ray's palette. He was the artist's assistant, he couldn't move for a cupcake, but that didn't mean he didn't want one.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Henry agreed and reached out to grab a baked treat, but when Schwoz saw his weird green pinky, he screamed and threw the tray over his head, causing Charlotte to spit out her coffee, Ray to ruin his painted bust and (y/n) jump out of her skin. What gives?

"Dang it, Schwoz!" Ray growled as he sighed at messy work. Now, he'd have to start again, but why was Schwoz covering his mouth and nose?

"Aw, the cupcakes!" (y/n) whined, wishing she'd had a chance to sample them, but before anyone could yell at Schwoz, he ran off to the backroom, promising them that everything was fine, even though his odd behaviour suggested otherwise.

"What's going on with him?" Ray asked, wondering why his handyman was being even weirder than normal. Yeah, Schwoz was a weirdo, but he didn't usually throw cupcakes around the room.

"I don't know. He's acting kinda--" Henry started, but the tickle in his throat returned with more force, causing him and then Charlotte to cough and splutter violently. 

"Ugh, am I gonna have to listen to that all day?" Ray groaned, hating the rough noises coming from them every few minutes. His Man Cave was full of germs because of them and all he wanted to do was finish up his painting.

"Uh, hey, you know my whole family's sick too?" Henry brought up, trying to convey to his boss how contagious this cold or flu was. Just because he and his girlfriend were lucky enough to dodge it, didn't mean he couldn't be compassionate.

"Really? I hope they get better soon." (y/n) replied kindly. At least she took an interest.

"Jasper, how you feeling?" The kid asked his friend,  who shrugged. He hadn't coughed once and he looked perfectly healthy. Lucky son of a gun.

"Great. Just get a little tired of holding these paints." Jasper responded, trying to ignore the ache in his arm muscles from holding the stupid palette for nearly half an hour. Why could Ray just put it on a table?

"Higher!" The superhero ordered, wanting his colours at eye level so he could get in the zone and really picture his creation in his mind.

"Be nice!" (y/n) slapped his chest, rolling her eyes at how commanding and dictatorial he was being. "Please" would've been better, but the reemergence of Schwoz was more worrying. He emerged from the backroom in an elaborate gas mask and medical-grade latex gloves, looking like a mad scientist.

"Hello..." He said in a nervous voice, making them all frown at his strange attire. "So...uh, did anyone here recently go into my science laboratory?" He asked, making them all feel very concerned at what he was insinuating. 

"Well, yeah, I needed some zinc chloride for repairing the computer's camera circuits after they overloaded last week. I didn't touch anything though." (y/n) gulped, making Ray look at her with worry as he got the sense. that something wasn't all right in that lab. It would be fine though, she was immune like him, right?

"You sent me, Charlotte and Jasper there on Thursday." Henry recollected. He had been doing his job, it was Schwoz's fault if something had gone wrong.

"To put labels on your beakers," Charlotte added, her face set in a worried frown as Schwoz nervously shuffled his feet. How was he supposed to break it to them?

"Okay, well...I think I did a bad thing." He started, making the five look at each other in confusion. Schowz had screwed up again, but this time, it sounded...deadly?

"Schwoz, what have you done?" (y/n) questioned slowly, feeling Ray's fingertips brush against hers before he laced his fingers through hers and tightly clasped her hand.

"Well, you know how I've always wanted to be famous by curing some terrible disease?" Schwoz peered at them through his gas mask and they all nodded. It was one of his freaky dreams, they were used to it.

"So, I figured that the fastest way to come up with a cure was to create my own terrible disease." He revealed and out loud, his big plan didn't seem so ingenious, more very stupid and reckless.

"WHAT?" Henry, Charlotte, (y/n) and Jasper gasped at his stupidity, but Ray wasn't too concerned. After years of knowing him, this was something he expected of Schwoz and it wasn't like he or his beloved girlfriend would be affected. "Classic Schwoz."

"Hold on, hold on, are you saying that you think we have that disease that you created?" Henry gasped in horror, furiously glaring at Schwoz. Oh god, his family too, what had this moron done? "Well..."

"H-he doesn't know that, I mean, maybe we just have a cold or the flu or dandruff?!" Charlotte panicked, scratching her head worriedly as she fretted about dying from some unknown disease.

"Yeah, come on, Schwoz. You don't know what made them sick. You're not a doctor!" Ray butted in, going off of Charlotte's idea that he and Henry were overreacting about nothing. His friends were fine, just a little snuffly, no problem.

"I know what I'm talking about! Look at Henry's pinky fingers!" Schwoz yelled and pointed to the boy's hands, highlighting to everyone how they were turning a pea-green colour. Okay, the common cold didn't do that.

"Oh, yeah. Why are they green?" He asked the stupid genius, wanting an answer for the query that had been bugging him all morning since he spotted it when on call to Ray and (y/n).

"It's one of the symptoms of my disease." Schwoz sighed, prompting Charlotte to look at her own hands to check if she was turning into an ogre too.

"AH! My pinkies are green too!" She squealed, her breathing speeding up when she took in the sickly colour. How had she not noticed? 

"Let me see!" Schwoz exclaimed and whipped out his scanner so he could analyse her and Henry's bodies whilst Ray, (y/n) and Jasper watched in concern.

"Yeah, you both have my disease." He confirmed, making them all throw their hands in the air at the devasting revelation. Only Schwoz would cook up a deadly disease in his lab and expose children to it, not to mention anyone else who ventured in.

"Well, what about Jasper? He was with us, he touched your beakers. Does he have your disease?" Henry suddenly walked over to his best friend and checked his pinky fingers. Holy shit, they weren't green, they were pink, fleshy and normal and when Schwoz scanned him, the results came back clear.

"Jasper is clean! No disease!" He gasped, astounded that someone had managed to escape the bacteria.

"Well, we have it, why doesn't he?!" Charlotte growled. It wasn't fair that she and Henry had been doomed to die or whatever but Jasper was okay. If she was going down, she wanted him to go down with her.

"I don't know why Jasper doesn't have it! He should! My disease is very contagious." Schwoz smirked, despite there being no time for gloating. It wasn't a good thing that his disease was contagious, if it got out into the city, who knows how many untold millions could succumb to its power.

"Schwoz, stop bragging! What are Charlotte and Henry supposed to do now? And Henry's family? They're all sick too!" (y/n) scolded him, hating how he almost seemed proud. They needed a plan of action, so it was a good thing they had a man of action on hand to come up with one.

"I can answer that. Schwoz, you better come up with a cure for your stupid disease and until he does, Henry...you're both contagious so you and Charlotte are going to have to be quarantined in your house with your family." Ray answered, coming up with quite a good plan for a guy who was usually so childish.

"What's quarantine?" Jasper asked, hoping it didn't mean anything too harsh for his best friends. He didn't want anything bad to happen to them.

"It basically means that they're gonna have to stay inside so they don't spread the disease to the entire city. Because that would be very, very, very bad." (y/n) answered, shuddering at the thought of a pandemic spreading in Swellview and then the next town over until the whole world was infected.

"Well, what about you and Ray?" Charlotte asked her, thinking that since she'd been in Schwoz's lab and had then spent every second after that with her boyfriend, they must have been plagued too.

"Don't worry about us. Old Uncle Ray and Auntie (y/n) are indestructible and super-healing, so that means...can't get sick." Ray smirked at the kids as he guided his girl to come and sit in his lap as he perched on a chair. He felt so smug, untouchable and powerful, well, he did until (y/n) felt a tickle in her throat and she coughed violently into her hands.

"Oh, shit!" She choked as she raised her hands in front of her, only to see that her pinkies were green too. Her heart was thundering in her stomach and her brain had short-circuited as she tried to think of some reasonable explanation, but nothing made sense. So that's why she has been feeling under the weather. 

"Agh!" Ray yelled at the sight of her fingers, but when he reached out to grab her hand, he recoiled when he saw that his pinky was affected too. Shit, this was impossible; he was indestructible, her body could cope with any illness, why were they sick too?

"Oh my god, sweet girl..." The large man gulped as a terrible realisation dawned on him. If she was sick, that meant she could die and if he was sick too, that meant he wouldn't be able to do anything about it and that thought terrified him.

~Henry's House~

So the plagued four had been rounded up and were trudging up to Henry's front door, each footstep sapping their energy. Well, Henry and Charlotte's energy was being sapped, Ray was sort of...out of action. The moment he clocked on that his darling, precious girl was slowly getting sicker and sicker, hurtling towards death, he began clutching her tightly to his chest and refused to let go, even when she told him that she was okay.

His nose snuggled behind her ear, allowing her and only her to hear his choked hiccups as his heart ached from the thought of losing her, and he wouldn't move. He just wanted to hold her and protect her from anything that could take her away from him, forcing (y/n) to get crafty. There was a shopping trolley in the spare room of the Man Cave (don't ask), so the teens used it to wheel her and her boyfriend to Henry's house, dragging his sorry ass all the way there.

"Ray, I promise, I'm not gonna die. Please, stop crying...you're gonna make me cry too." The young woman tried to soothe him by stroking his cheeks and wiping away the occasional tear, ignoring how his tight embrace was making it hard to breathe. It was flattering to know how much he cared but they couldn't stay like this forever.

"Yeah, we're just as sick as you and your girlfriend," Henry added in a monotone voice. Geez, he knew that Ray had pined over her for what, ten years? But he never knew how deep it went. They were gonna fix this and they were all in it together, so the tears weren't necessary.

"Well, you don't understand! I only just asked her out and now, I might lose her! And my head...it, like, aches!" Ray shouted and then quietened down when his harsh, snapping tone aggravated the thump-thump-thump in his skull. 

"That's called a headache, sweetheart." (y/n) cooed at his tooth-rottingly sweet words and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to see if she could massage the pain away.

"I don't like it, sweet girl." He whined, dropping his head to her shoulder so he could relish her touch. Now he knew why she had been so quiet and vulnerable every she'd caught a bug throughout their friendship and why she clamped herself to him so desperately. It wasn't just because she secretly loved him in return (something he still couldn't get his head around), but because illness leaves you needy. And boy, he felt needy.

"Hey, how's everyone doing?" Schwoz asked as he walked up to the porch in his disguise. He'd insisted that he put on a lab coat, a blonde wig and a false I.D badge saying he was from the Department of Health. 

"How are we doing?!" Charlotte reiterated in disbelief. He'd poisoned them and now, he thought it was okay to ask how they were? Okay, Schwoz needed his brain. checking.

"Look at our fingers." Henry hissed and they all held up their hands to show the handyman that the green was spreading, meaning their pinkies were now completely covered, not to mention their second fingers were turning too.

"Argh!...Nothing to worry about..." He squeaked. It was probably best not to make them panic, otherwise, they might lynch him.

"I don't get this. I'm indestructible." Ray started whining again, messing with his girl's sleeve as she adjusted her position in the trolley. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but if it made him happy, she'd do it.

"Yeah and my super-regeneration can handle any infection. I haven't been sick since last year, not even when you gave yourself measles for two days just to see what would happen. So, how's your freakish disease making us sick?" (y/n) added, hating how her superpower was useless here. Sure, she could recover from brain damage or being run over by a truck but this? Nope.

"I guess I'm just really good at making freakish diseases." He giggled as Charlotte rubbed her sweaty forehead and Henry coughed. 

"So, you're positive we're not gonna die?" He looked at the genius whilst Ray closed his eyes and rested his chin on (y/n)'s head. Just five minutes rest, that's all his body wanted. Five minutes and his soulmate, nothing more.

"Of course! Well, at least not until all of your fingers and thumbs turn green." He started by making them feel better, but by the end of his sentence, they were all gasping in horror.

"WHAT?!" Ray suddenly burst his eyes open, his arms grabbing his girl tightly again as his worst nightmare was confirmed. He couldn't bear to watch her die, he wasn't strong enough.

"Oh, look. You all just go inside so I can just back to working on the cure!" Schwoz exclaimed, fed up with their incessant whining, moping and panicking. The sooner they let him go, the sooner they'd be better.

"Wait, but what if Henry's parents try to leave the house?" Charlotte suddenly thought. That would be a disaster because it wasn't like they'd take them seriously, especially Piper. It was weird enough making Ray and (y/n) go with them and now, they had to force them to stay indoors.

"Don't worry. I brought Bork to guard the door." Schwoz smiled at the freakishly large man, who grunted at their waves and bulked up his muscles. Yeah, no one was getting past him and if they did, they'd live to regret it.

"Bork! Come help us outta here!" Ray commanded his worker since he was feeling all crap and had no strength to do it himself. Normally, lifting his girl in and out of his lap, even in a shopping trolley was an easy feat for Captain Man, but his muscles were saying no, so Bork's would work as a nice substitute.

"Thanks, Borky!" (y/n) smiled at him as he lifted her from under her arms and plonked her back onto her woozy legs. Now she remembered why she agreed to go in the trolley. Walking was nauseating. 

Bork obviously wasn't up for lifting Ray too. A kind and gentle girl, yes, a large, bulky guy, no. He walked around to the back of the cart and tipped it upwards so the superhero fell out of it, landing in a heap on the porch.

"Thanks." He groaned, feeling even dizzier from the tumble and he gratefully accepted the soft hand (y/n) extended to help him up. With Ray on his feet and their coughs returning, Henry opened his front door and led his friends inside, leaving Bork to beat the shit out of anyone who dared come within an inch of the Hart's home.

"Hey." Henry greeted his ill family, all of whom were looking as terrible as he and the Man Cave team did. The coughing wouldn't stop and Mrs Hart, being the nice lady she was, looked on with concern at the sick kids in particular.

"Oh my gosh, is Charlotte sick too?" She asked, giving the girl a sympathetic look as she struggled to stop the spluttering. She knew how that felt.

"Yeah," Charlotte nodded, her voice sounding croaky and sore and she had to stop herself from shivering, sneezing and puking all at the same time.

"And my boss and his girlfriend." Henry pointed randomly to the sniffling couple, who gloomily looked at Mr and Mrs Hart with tired eyes. Well, Ray was certainly behaving himself in front of the hot mom, but maybe that was because he was sick.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Hart, lovely to see you again--achoo!" (y/n) smiled at them warmly, trying to appear as healthy as she could, but then the sneeze crept up, forcing her to clamp her hands over her nose and mouth before she snotted everywhere. As Ray rushed to give her a tissue and cuddle her, Mrs Hart screamed at the sight of her fingers and how they were scarily similar to hers.

"Look, honey! Their fingers are turning green too!" She nudged her husband, who wearily blinked to make sure they weren't dreaming. The green had spread to at least two fingers on each hand now, telling them that time was quickly running out.

"Yeah, well. That's why I'm taking us all to the doctor." Mr Hart announced, spreading panic through the Man Cave team as they scrambled for some believable excuses.

"You can't," Charlotte exclaimed, trying to stop his hastiness, but she had no idea how to explain the truth without slipping up about the secrets of Captain Man, Miss Danger or Kid Danger. 

"We go, everyone diieeesss..." (y/n) mumbled into Ray's shoulder as they sat on an armchair and he rocked her like a baby in his arms. The headaches were getting worse and lunacy and no lucidity were so much nicer than having to cope with the pain, leaving her incoherent and Ray's heart bleeding at the sight of the sharpest woman he knew reduced to such a state.

"Right, right, right. Mom, Dad, Piper, this is, uhhh---" Henry snapped his fingers at Schwoz so he could introduce him, but the little guy was way ahead of him and knew exactly how to deal with his family. Sort of.

"My name is Doctor Schwarmanlanzan." Schwoz introduced himself, picking the weirdest name ever, but Henry went with it. 

"Yeah. That. He's from the, uh---" Geez, all this thinking and lying was hard work and every time the boy tried to come up with something plausible, his mind just went blank, so it was a good thing that Charlotte was on hand to help.

"The Swellview County Health Department." She answered and since the Harts weren't too familiar with governmental doctors, it seemed to fool them.

"That's right. I'm sorry, but you must all be quarantined." The fake doctor told them with his hands on his hips and (y/n) could swear that he was exaggerating his accent, but maybe that was just from the sickness-induced haze covering her thoughts. Everything seemed so blurry and silly, like Ray, he felt so squishy underneath her...like a marshmallow...

"Quarantined?" Piper asked, flabbergasted. Being locked inside with her family for days on end? That sounded like her personal hell and she wanted no part in it.

"Yes. You see, little girl, that people get upset tum-tums sometimes they have--" Schwoz crouched in front of her and tried to be as nice as he could. The problem was, Piper was way past the stage where the cutesy baby talk worked on her and Schwoz's condescending tone really pissed her off.

"Will you quit talking to me like I'm an idiot?" She snapped, glaring at Schwoz and the way his stupid gas mask's antenna thing was nearly poking her in the eye. She didn't know who this moron was, but she didn't like him.

"It just means that we have to stay here, in this house until he says we're cured." Charlotte clarified in a much simple way, knowing that talking to Piper like she was a baby was a death wish.

"Yes, that's right." Schwoz nodded, accepting her response since the teen explained it much more clearly than he ever could.

"Okay, sorry, Doctor "Schwenklsen", but I'm not going to the doctor and I don't want to sit in this stupid house all day!" Piper exclaimed angrily, storming towards the door so she could leave and go out to have fun. She wouldn't make it far though...

"Piper!" Mrs Hart called after her daughter, fearing that she was going to cause something terrible by ignoring the doctor's orders (even if Schwoz wasn't a doctor, he knew what he was on about).

"I'm going to Glozella!" She shouted and reached for the door handle, ignoring her family's cries and attempts to stop her before she infected the whole city just for some festival. The little girl opened the door, fully ready to just waltz out into the world, but she gulped in fear as a wall of solid muscle and frowns stood in her path. Bork. 

"I've decided to stay here." She told them all calmly, having slowly shut the door with a shaky hand when the sound of Bork's fearsome grunts and breaths sent shivers up her spine. She could go to Glozella another time.

"Okay, I don't mean any disrespect, but I just don't see why we can't go see our own doctor." Mrs Hart looked between Schwoz and Henry, believing that the man they'd been seeing for years would be able to treat them much better than some random guy from the Health Department. 

"NO!" Schwoz shrieked, causing everyone to jump out of their skins at his booming voice, especially Ray and (y/n), who had been happy to just curl up on the armchair together and mope. "If you come into contact with the public, you could infect every person in Swellview!"

"Yeah, mom, we're contagious," Henry added, trying to highlight the gravity of the situation to his mother. Meanwhile, everyone had been so caught up in the argument, no one had noticed how Piper had lied about staying home and was sneaking around the back of the house to try and leave that way.

"We can't risk infecting other people." (y/n) groaned, tapping herself on the cheek to try and wake up. She had to stay awake and wait for the cure, it was their only hope and she wasn't about to let some dumb disease take her away from Ray without one hell of a fight.

"Hey...where'd that bratty little girl go?" Ray suddenly asked in a gravelly voice, his keen, superhero eye not being able to switch off even when his body needed every ounce of strength it could muster. He noticed everything, (apart from how his girlfriend secretly loved him for so many years, but whatever) and the lack of Piper's loud mouth stood out to him.

"Piper went out the back!" Henry exclaimed, seeing that the front door was wide open.

"We gotta stop her!" Charlotte cried, making her, Schwoz, Henry and his parents rush to the door as fast as they could, but the illness slowed them down and roused their coughs again. Ray couldn't even be bothered to move, he just rested his scorching forehead against his girl's neck and panted slowly to cope with the headache. They didn't need to worry though, Bork was a diligent guardian and not even Piper could slip past.

"Hey! Quit it! Put me down! You--You large man!" The girl screamed as Bork carried her back into the house over his shoulder. Piper kicked and thumped his back, but he didn't care and just plonked her down right where she started.

"Yes...I think you will all find escape quite impossible. See you soon!" Schwoz smiled sinisterly and then marched out of the house so he could get to work on a cure and leave them to their coughing fits. Yeah, that cure couldn't come soon enough.

~

As the hours progressed and Schwoz made some breakthroughs, conditions in the Hart House were deteriorating. Each infected person was feeling the cold, but no matter how many blankets they dug out of storage, their bodies couldn't find a method of keeping the right temperature. One minute they were freezing, the next, they were too hot, leaving them to moan and groan through the pain. 

Ray in particular was struggling since he had no memory of how shit it feels to be sick. Whilst everyone else was content to just sit still and, fingers crossed, ride it out, he was crawling around on his stomach, praying that if he moved enough, his body would leave the disease behind. 

He slithered into the kitchen, where Charlotte was sitting on a bar stool, Piper was at the table and (y/n) was slumped on the tiles with her back to the island. She was who he was aiming for and the one he hoped would take the pain away.

"Oh, god. Everything hurts...I'm so sick, sweet girl." He lamented, dropping his face into her lap and groaning into her sweater material. She wished she could make him feel better, even just a bit, but she was in the same boat and couldn't find the energy to move.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." She swallowed, limply resting her hand on his head as he used her soft tummy as a pillow, whining when the sharp throbbing in his head intensified.

"Char...Charlotte! Hey, Charlotte...look at my fingers." Henry piped up and raised his hands to show his friend, who screamed in terror when she saw that all four of his fingers were now green, leaving only his thumb to go before death set in. Her noise caused the others to panic and Ray glanced up at his girlfriend with tears in his eyes when he saw how broken and scared she looked. This wasn't how she had envisioned the end to be.

"Where's my sweet, smiley girl? Huh?" He breathed out, brushing his fingertips across her cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. Even if every minuscule twitch hurt like a bitch, he do it ten times over if it gave her even the slightest bit of comfort and that's what he wanted, her to be looked after.

"Right here---with you." She croaked, coughing between words as she rested her palm over his. At least one thing was staying true, they were together until the end, even if that end was devastatingly premature. Henry could just about hear them from his place on the couch and he reached into his pocket for his phone, so he could call the one person trying to help them.

"Hello?" He spoke softly, cringing at Schwoz's stupidly enthusiastic, chirpy voice. The news was good, the cure was almost ready, but time was running out. "Just please hurry." The boy begged, feeling his body go numb as his cell slipped through his green fingers. This wasn't good.

~

So, everyone was dying. Plain and simple. Charlotte and Piper had stumbled out of the kitchen and had both collapsed in the living room, leaving them to cough weakly on the carpet. Each breath was more difficult than the last and the room was becoming dark like someone was turning the lights down on the vision, but Ray, let's just say that he wasn't quite ready to die yet.

In a last-minute attempt to find some pleasure or comfort or hell, just some hope, he yanked open the refrigerator and began to comb through the leftovers, condiments and snacks until he found something he could nibble on. It was a tub of something, and despite knowing eating would just waste valuable energy, he was gonna chow down anyway.

"Ray, Ray...Ray." Henry mumbled as he saw him trying to take the damn lid off and with every piece of strong will he had left, rolled off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen, nearly tripping over (y/n) as she laid across the kitchen tiles, hoping the cold smoothness would cool down her fever. She was whispering something he couldn't quite pick up on, but he guessed it was something to do with Ray and how reckless he was being.

"Shut up." The superhero snapped feebly, wanting to dull the pain in his body, heart and mind with food, even if it would probably finish him off. He was watching his precious girlfriend die, for god's sake, why wasn't he allowed to numb the ache that sight was causing him?

"Listen, you can't eat that. You're too sick." Henry tried to tell him, but he had no idea about the heartbreak his boss was experiencing and his words were empty.

"But it hurts so bad, kid. I can't--" Ray replied, but stopped when he realised his words were slurring and his lips could barely move. "Hey...hey, what's wrong with my mouth?! What's wrong with my mouth?!" 

"Raymond, listen to me...listen to me." (y/n) strained as she suddenly sprung up from the floor and leaned all of her weight onto the counter, staring at Ray with tired eyes as she tried to get her stupid brain to explain the facts. "Schwoz said, one of the final symptoms of this fucking disease is lockjaw."

"Rrockraw?!" Ray exclaimed as he bent over the island to clasp her jade knuckles. He'd heard of the condition and thought it was only found in...questionable circumstances.

"No, lock...jaw." Henry corrected, thinking his boss had said something completely different. He even used a lock to demonstrate what the young woman meant, although where he got it from she had no idea. 

"I said lockjaw! That's what I said!" He whined, trying to get his mouth to move, but the paralysis was impossible to overcome. He could just about move his tongue to speak, but his entire lower face was quickly freezing up.

"Right, whatever. It's why you can't open your mouth." (y/n) sighed, watching with disdain as he tried to prise open the Tupperware box again to no avail.

"But I'm so hungry, sweet girl," Ray complained, trying not to show her how he was on the verge of losing it because he was on the verge of losing her. For the first time in his life, he was truly powerless and just when he had found happiness it was being cruelly snatched away from him.

"Well, you can't eat anything if you can't get your mouth open, doofus." She replied as Henry collapsed against the counter and succumbed to the pull of haze of the disease. Just sleep, that's what he needed, sleep...

"Yes, I can! I can! I'm special!" He told her with immature defiance and once he finally opened the box of what looked like chicken drumsticks, he picked one up and tried to shove it into his mouth. 

"You have these things called teeth and if your jaw doesn't move then neither do they, so please, put the chicken---down!" (y/n) weakly grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from his mouth as he attempted to force the food through his gums somehow. It was desperation at its finest and he gave up when he saw a glimpse of how he was upsetting her. He ditched the drumstick and fell into her arms, sobbing quietly into her neck as he let all of his emotions come flooding out.

"I don't want to lose you...I love you--I love you so much." He hiccuped into her hair, not caring about seeming weak or dramatic because no one cared or was listening, and because it was true. So very heartbreakingly true.

"I love you too and I'm glad that, even if it was just for a little while, I got to say that to you every day 'cause...you've always been the guy I wanted to marry and have a future with. You were the one who was there and I'll love you, always." (y/n) whimpered, cradling him to her chest when he sobbed even harder upon hearing her confession just as the green tinge started to envelop their thumbs.

This was it; no wedding, no honeymoon, no children, no growing old together. Everything was coming to a close.

Just as all hope seemed lost, there was a knock at the door and an angel in the shape of Schwoz of all people could be seen through the glass panels. Holy shit, the cure had arrived and was just in the nick of time.

"Hello! How's everyone doing?" He asked them chirpily, ignoring how they were crying/dying and how they all groaned a response. You couldn't fault his bedside manner, his enthusiasm was unbreakable, just mildly irritating.

"Great... No, look, everyone. I brought the cure. See it's right--" Everyone perked up as Schwoz showed them seven vials of purple liquid, their salvation. It was a glimmer of hope, which was shredded when Schwoz the Klutz tripped and dropped them, the vials shattering on impact.

"No! The cure is ruined!" Schwoz cried as his patients began to cry at the prospect of certain doom. Ray pushed forward and tried to lick up what he could, but it was no use; they were as good as dead. Or were they?

Just as they started crying, he began to chuckle, making them all look at him in confusion. Was death funny to him? No, not really, Schwoz was just a prick. A huge prick.

"Stop that. I was kidding!" He cackled as Ray stopped dipping his fingers in the mixture and looked at him with an incredulous expression. He was what now?

"What the butt?!" The superhero spluttered as best he could without moving his mouth, but even his meanest glare couldn't dampen Schwoz's high spirits. He was a prankster through and through, even if his friends were about to croak it.

"I got you all so good!" He giggled, making (y/n) stumble across the room weakly, intent on strangling him. Her body was saying no, it couldn't do this, but she wanted to wipe that smug smirk that she knew was lying under his gas mask off his face. 

"And I'm gonna get you so good, come here! Little bastard!" She snapped, reaching for his scrawny neck with anger in her eyes, ready to make him pay for hurting them so cruelly, but Ray caught her waist before she could lay a green finger on him. She could kill him later, first, they needed to get their strength back.

"See? Here's the real cure." Schwoz pulled out another rack of tubes and this time, he wasn't joking around. 

They each scrambled for a vial, Ray being the first to yank one free, a move that looked utterly selfish until he gave it to (y/n),so he could ensure that she could drink it in time. He grabbed another and the couple collapsed onto the floor, swiftly unscrewing the cap before it was too late.

"Yah, yah. Drink it down and your disease will go bye-bye!" Schwoz instructed and grinned as his friends gulped down the weird-tasting liquid greedily. It had a funny taste, sweet like strawberries yet sharp like lemons, with a spicy, metallic tang afterwards that made them cringe and gip.

"Now what happens?" Charlotte questioned breathily, feeling slightly disappointed that it didn't start working immediately. What if it was all for nothing?

"Now,  you might all start experiencing a bit of shaking and twitching, but it could take a few minutes--there it goes," Schwoz predicted perfectly and wandered off to go eat some of the leftover drumsticks on the kitchen island whilst everyone else started shaking violently. They couldn't control it and writhed around on the floor and couch until gradually, their muscles started to relax, leaving them with a burning question.

"Di--Did it work?" Piper stuttered, prompting them all to look down at their fingers, where a miracle was taking place. The greenness of their fingers drained away, leaving their flesh pink and perfectly normal, their strength returning as quickly as it went away.

"Sweet cheese, my fingers! They're greenless!" (y/n) gasped, lifting and hand and wiggling her digits to see how they were back to normal. Death could wait once again.

"I can move my jaw again!" Ray smiled. It felt so good to talk properly again because he had so much to say, but he could sum it up in three simple words. 

"I love you," he whispered into his girl's ear, wrapping his arms around her waist so he could hug her gently to his chest. He wasn't going to let her go for the rest of the night and was determined to prove to her that she meant so much to him.

"Okay, mom or dad, which one of you's gonna drive me to Glozella?" Piper looked at her parents expectantly. She still had time to get there for the last few events and was gonna see them even if it killed her, much to her mother and father's exasperation.

"Wha--after all we've just been through?"

"Are you batty?"

"We are not driving you to Glozella." They told her sternly. All Mr and Mrs Hart wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next twelve hours, not drive halfway across the county for some dumb celebrity.

"Okay then. I'll drive myself." The little girl shrugged and whipped around to grab her dad's car keys from the mantlepiece above the fireplace before dashing off through the back door. Well, she was definitely determined.

"No, wait! Piper!" Mrs Hart cried as she and her husband chased after her, screaming about how she was too young to drive, how it was dangerous and how she would probably ruin their car with her terrible driving. Some things never change.

"Phew!... Crazy day, right?" Schwoz smiled nervously as the Man Cave team glared at him. He'd nearly killed them and he hadn't even offered an apology, what a jerk.

"Can I strangle him now?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend, gazing up at him with her best puppy-dog eyes, not that she needed them. Ray wanted Schwoz to learn his lesson and she could show him all she wanted.

"Go ahead, sweet girl. Let him have it." He smiled at her, watching as she stalked towards. the little man and grabbed him by the throat. Schwoz yelped from her strong grip as she began to roughly shake and lecture him about how inconsiderate and moronic he'd been. 

"Do you think we should stop her?" Henry whispered to Charlotte as the young woman began to slap Schwoz's cheeks, making his head snap from side to side. It looked painful but it was also gratifying to see him suffer after they had teetered on the brink of death for several hours. Everything he endured was nothing compared to the agony caused by his stupid disease.

"Nah." The teen girl shook her. head, wanting to enjoy the show for a little longer. She stole a glance at Ray, wondering why he was being so quiet, only to roll her eyes when she saw how lovestruck he appeared as he stared at his girlfriend. 

This wasn't the first time he just took a moment to admire her, whether it was fighting a criminal, watching her fix a machine or just seeing her laugh, he could never stop thinking about her. But this time was slightly different.

He remembered back to only twenty minutes beforehand when she spoke the sweetest words he'd ever heard and then about how he'd loved her for so long and through so much. This time when he thought about her, as she beat up a man half her size, he imagined how perfect she would look...

...with a ring on her finger.

[scaredofbrits]

A Mistake

William Afton (bc) x Fem! Reader

You thought your life was finally good, all cupcakes and rainbows. But then.. he stumbled into your life.

warning(s): william afton in general

“So, I just do that basic stuff?” You asked the ginger haired man, who was smiling because you understood everything nicely. “Yep, that’s about it. Hopefully you can make some friends, yeah?” His smile became less of a smile and he turned away, and you just gave him a “mm hmm” and left.

You didn’t know where to go, what to explore, or even what to do. I mean, you knew what to do.. but you were lost. He didn’t even offer you a tour. But it’s fine, new beginnings right? You’ll find your way around. “Hello? You look lost.” An unknown voice approached you, you shot your head up and saw a man with glasses and blonde messy hair. “Uhm, yes, I am. My name is Y/N.” You nervously stood and looked around a bit, waiting for his response. “Oh, yes! Y/N! I heard about you. I suppose you need a tour?” He chuckled and reached his hand out for a shake. You looked down at his hand and quickly shook his hand. “You read my mind mr….” “Mr. Emily.”

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“I think that’s it! Really nice to meet you Y/N!” Mr. Emily smiled and began to walk away, probably to his office or wherever he stays. But then you realized, he was going to leave. Was your first day really gonna fly by that quick? You only got to know one person. Atleast he was friendly, though. Maybe that’s who you’ll stick with from now on. But there is still tomorrow. You trotted your way to the front door, happy that you met someone nice.

Your car lit up, you slowly got in. But at the corner of your eye, you saw a small man exit the building. He was like really small, he had brown hair, maybe blue eyes? His outfit choice was…creative. But your attention quickly left the stranger and went to driving. You left the building for your home, excited to be comfortable in bed. You felt your phone vibrate, you answered it and held it up to your ear. “Oh, um, Y/N! Mr. Emily here uhh.. tomorrow you need to meet someone special.” He was breathing heavily, it was actually concerning you. “Uhm, alright. I’ll meet him but.. you okay?” You gave a fake chuckle, trying to drive and keep the phone on your shoulder. “Ah! Yes! I’m fine, just in a lil rush. But please, meet the man.” beep. And just like that, pure confusion flooded your head. What man? Was it necessary to call me? Is he alright?

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The next day

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“Y/N, meet Mr. Afton, Mr. Afton meet Y/N.” Wow, you were meeting the short man you saw yesterday, and he seemed like a brat. “Er… ‘Ello… I guess.” He mumbled, just loud enough where Mr. Emily and you could hear. Yup. Definitely a dork. But you weren’t gonna allow some creep ruin your new job. “Hey. um anyways.. I should get to work.” You looked away from Afton or whatever, and shot your attention on the polite man, Mr. Emily. “Wot? Yer’ leaving alreaday?” William stopped you. Who even says already like that? You’ve never heard such a weird British accent. “Yes, I am. I don’t have any business with you anyways.”

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Williams POV:

How stubborn, but cute? It was strange. A fockin’ new freak made my heart stop. The moment I saw her gorgeous self, I felt some sort of sensation. A sensation I hadn’t felt for years. This “Y/N” girl made me feel.. alive? Was that even the right word? Fock. I needed to impress her, show how good I am at stuff. I can be amazing at whateva’ she wants. Woah, woah. Bloody hell. What am I even saying?

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Y/N 2nd person pov:

“Hellooo? Dude?” You shook your hands in front of his zoned out face. “Ah! Oh shit! My bad!” William yelled, running away with a flustered face. Which made you laugh.

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idk. do we want william x reader? potential part 2? whatever y’all want I can do.

[carbo-ships]

First Meeting

This happened a few weeks before Chapter 1. [Soldagand x Carly Masterlist]

“Ani?” Soldagand called, standing in the doorway of the kitchen that led to the den.

“Hmm?” Ani replied from his spot at the sink. He was finishing up a few chores before he and Soldagand left for a trip into town.

“What is that?” He indicated towards the being who was curled up in front of the fire, seemingly fast asleep next to a raccoon.

“Oh, did I not mention that I have a guest?” Ani asked. “A mage was lost and injured in the woods. I have opened my home to her.”

“Hmm.” Soldagand eyed her curiously. “She human?”

“Yes. As far as I can tell, anyway. I suppose I haven’t asked, but I have no reason to suspect otherwise.”

“She’s adorable.”

Aniketos chuckled. “Yes, you do have a soft spot for little things, don’t you?”

Soldagand rolled his eyes. “I’m not soft, I just— she’s cute. What’s her name?”

“Carly.”

“Carly…” Soldagand was silent for a moment. “Think she’d mind if I picked her up and gave her a lil cuddle?”

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before manhandling her?” Aniketos reminded him with a laugh.

“I guess.”

“She’s a human, Soldagand, not a kitten. And please, at least wait until the poor thing has woken up.”

“As if there’s a difference. But fine, if you insist.”

–

Much to Soldagand’s excitement, Aniketos’s human guest was awake when they returned from town. She was standing in front of the fireplace, admiring the squirrels that sat on the mantle. She hadn’t seemed to notice the dryads’ arrival. Sol glanced to Ani for approval, and upon receiving a nod, strode into the den. “What have we here?” came Sol’s booming voice.

The young woman jumped slightly, startled out of her thoughts. She was a timid little thing, gawking at him like that.

“Carly, right? The name’s Soldagand. Ani’s been tellin’ me all about you.” He offered his hand.

She quickly collected herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” Carly said once she found her voice, shaking his hand and offering him a warm smile. His dwarfed hers, so much that it was almost comical.

“Likewise. Now, let me get a good look at ya…” Without another word, he lifted the poor girl into the air from under her arms. She let out an embarrassed squeak and completely froze. “Well, well, well! You’ve got yourself a cute one!” he praised Ani as he looked her over. She was even lighter than he anticipated — she couldn’t have weighed much more than one hundred pounds. He was easily two feet taller than her. “And so tiny, too!” Her freckled cheeks started turning red and he chuckled. “Do all humans change color like this when you pick ‘em up?” he asked Aniketos with a sly grin. “Or is it just yours?”

“Soldagand,” Ani warned his guest with a sigh.

Sol finally set her down and sent her a playful wink. The poor girl looked ready to faint. It took all his resolve not to laugh. It was clear the girl was frazzled. Intimidated, certainly. It was adorable. Satisfied, he ruffled her hair and strode back over to his friend.

Aniketos seemed unamused. “Must you tease my guest like that?”

“C'mon, I was just messin’ with her! Besides, she liked it — you saw how red she was gettin’.”

@celestica-ships @scroldie @emberfairfield @naruhol @a-changeling-in-love + dryad buddy @limey-self-inserts

[lomlwoo]

nct dream playing the chapstick challenge

. cw; just a lil bit of crackhead behaviour

mark:

"chapstick game?" he turned his back as you applied the watermelon flavoured chapstick to your lips, barely knowing the rules of the game. "yeah it's simple, you just have to kiss me and guess what flavour the chapstick is." mark nodded, before turning his head a little to see if you were ready.

the two of you faced each other, both leaning in as you puckered your lips. mark quickly turned his head to the side as he snorted, covering his mouth with his hand while he laughed. "sorry, sorry just gimme a sec." you rolled your eyes at his flusteredness, a small smile on your own face. "mark, seriously? it's a kiss we've done this plenty of times before." mark gathered the strength to stop laughing and then leaned in to give you a quick peck.

his eyes widened as he instantly recognised the flavour. "yooo, that's gotta be watermelon! where'd you get that from?"

renjun:

he probably takes it the most seriously out of the dreamies, mostly because it's just another opportunity to kiss you without a reason. you both sat cross-legged facing one another, his hands covering his eyes as you applied the grape chapstick on. placing it behind your back, you tapped him on the leg to let him know he could look.

"so i just kiss you now?" he asks, leaning in a little. "well yeah, that's the whole point of the game." you both giggle before giving each other a peck. he leans back, slightly licking his lips to figure out the flavour. "can i have another go?"

"that's your only chance, that's the rule of the game." he throws his hands up in the air, defeated that he got rejected from another kiss. "this game is stupid. i can't even kiss my own girlfriend again!" you sighed, holding up the chapstick to show renjun.

"wrong, the answer was grape."

jeno:

he turned to face you with that classic eye smile of his, completely engrossed in how cute you were rather than the flavour of chapstick he was supposed to kiss. he always loved when you'd come up to him suggesting to play random games you'd see online. but I this moment, he just wanted to be close to you.

you leaned in to kiss him and then attempted to pull away, but jeno stopped you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and continued to peck your lips a few more times. "jeno, you're only allowed one kiss! that's cheating."

"screw the game, i'd rather kiss you instead." he said against your lips. "the flavour was cherry anyway. i looked at it when you weren't watching."

haechan:

would 100% cheat and look at the flavour. his eyes were covered by his hands, but in reality he was peeking through the cracks of his fingers as you applied the apple flavoured chasptick in the mirror. you'd turn to look at him closely, sighing loudly as you could see haechan looking back at you.

"it's a chapstick game, why are you cheating?" he would uncover his eyes and pretend to act shocked that you'd accuse him of such a thing. "no i didn't, i swear!"

"haechan, you're a horrible liar." you said, putting the chapstick away since there was no use in playing the game anymore. he shook his head frantically, pulling you closer to him. "i would never cheat! now just hurry up and kiss me."

jaemin:

would have no idea what you're talking about, but he's always up for a game to pass the time. he hadn't actually paid too much attention to what the game was actually about though. "okay, i'll close my eyes and guess first." you told him, handing him the chapstick. you'd gotten jisung to rip off the labels earlier so it was more challenging.

but as you covered your eyes, you heard a sound of disgust moments later. "ew, what hell! why would you give me strawberry out of all the flavours?"

you lowered your hands, eyes widening at the sight of jaemin chewing on the chapstick. "jaemin! you're not meant to eat it, you fool!"

chenle:

"okay, now come here." you said to chenle as you hid the peach flavoured chapstick in your sleeve. he opened his eyes and made his way to sit next to you on the floor.

without any hesitation, he pulled himself forward and licked your bottom lip to taste the flavour. you opened your mouth in shock, wide eyes staring at your boyfriend. "chenle..."

"what? i'm meant to taste it right?" all you could do was shake your head at his response.

jisung:

"no peeking!" jisung looked back and make sure your eyes were closed as he applied the melon flavoured chapstick. once he was done, he moved to sit in front of you and gently moved your hands from your eyes.

with a quick peck, you rubbed your lips together in an attempt to get more of the flavour. "hmm, is it.... orange?" you asked, looking up at him. he gave you a wide smile, nodding as he pulled out the chapstick. "correct! good job."

you looked at the label of the chapstick that clearly had 'melon' on it, before giving him a tired look. "jisung, it says melon."

"oh?" he looked at the chapstick. "well... you're wrong. you lose."