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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year ago

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Body Double

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A/N: A little bit of friendly Sy fluff I started during a moment of struggling with some lovely Executive Dysfunction (I get that for free with my ongoing ADHD subscription 🥰🥲)

Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

Word count: 679

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

“You need me to what?” Sy looks at you in surprise.

“Body double,” you say plainly, blissfully unaware that there’s nothing wrong with his hearing so much as he doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about. “Eh. I need to get some stuff done and I... can’t...”

“So you want me to help you?” The tone in his voice suggests that he absolutely would help you, and you love him for that. But no.

“No, I don’t need you to help me. Alright, no, wait. I want you to help me, but not by actually helping me. I just need you to be there while I do the thing.”

“And why does that work?” Sy says. You feel the expression on your face change, even though you’re not sure to what, and Sy raises his hands. “Not a judgment, just trying to understand why this helps you.”

“Right. Well, having someone in my space who knows what I’m trying to get done very gently shames me into actually doing it. Also, I can talk to you, which keeps my brain occupied while my hands do the boring thing.”

“Alright,” Sy shrugs. It’s not as if you were planning on doing much other than hang out on the couch all day. Might as well straighten out a bit of your house while you’re at it… “Where do you want to start?”

“Ehh...” Decision making. Not your greatest skill. “I need to do laundry, dishes, tidy and clean the bathroom and kitchen and tidy the living room...” Fuck. Breathe. In. Out. In again. When did breathing become a chore you have to also consciously do? Shit.

“Help. Overwhelmed.” Sy immediately wraps you up in an almost bone-crushing hug that helps you settle down right away. He’s the only guy you know who’s strong enough to squeeze your soul back into your body. “Thanks.”

“Can I make a suggestion, or is that going to make you want to not do anything at all?” You’re happy to hear he remembers your memo about demand avoidance. A nod will have to do as an answer: you can’t speak yet. “Washing machine, dishes, kitchen, dryer, bathroom, living room, fold laundry. Plan?”

“Plan.”

“Alright, lead the way.”

“Did you know that emperor penguins lose up to fifty percent of their body fat during winters, and their feather density increases to compensate for that?” Sy has been sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his phone, for about an hour while you are hard at work. The dishes are done, dried and put away, and the counters are clear for the first time in months.

“I did not,” you laugh. “Keep hitting me with those, they make my brain happy.” God, you’re so glad to call this guy your friend, because he delivers way beyond what you’re asking of him. He spends the next few hours throwing random facts and trivia questions your way, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Let me buy you pizza,” you say when you’re finally done with everything. Now it’s finally time to laze around and watch movies! Sy takes the beer you’re holding up.

“No need, sugar,” he replies as if you were asking him a question. In the four years you’ve known him, this man has never allowed you to pay for a meal. Ever. It’s ridiculous.

“You helped me, you deserve pizza,” you remind him.

“I wasn’t helping you,” he shrugs. You schlump down on the couch next to him and poke him in the ribs.

“You have no idea how much you really did help me, though,” you say. “But you know what? I’ll just order a large pepperoni, and you can just take a slice when you decide you want food, after all.” Stubborn as a mule, this one. And you just know he’ll never learn.

“Alright, fine.” Sy scowls and rolls his eyes at you. “But as far as I’m concerned, we’re already square.”

“How so?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“You bend over a lot when you clean, let’s leave it at that.” Unbelievable.

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson fanfiction #syverson #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill

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mousy-nona · 9 months ago

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Chronicles of Cursed Cat Alastor p. 2

“Let’s think.” Lucifer cast a nervous glance over at the bundle of fur and evil sitting on the floor, blinking weirdly at him. Now that he knew the cat was Alastor, the creature was almost cute, in its own way. “How do we turn him back? What have we tried so far?”

“I brush his coat a hundred times every day! That way he stays all sleek and shiny!” Charlie offered.

“I’ve yelled at him for scratching up my BDSM gear,” Angel Dust said matter-of-factly. As if everyone had an elaborate set of BDSM equipment lying around.

“I caught him trying to eat one of the guests while they were sleeping, so I put him in the time out box.” That was what they called the triple locked, double-walled steel safe that they started throwing Alastor in whenever he did something truly horrendous – which was about five to six times a day. And that was only counting the times he got caught.

They’d already had to replace it four times. He kept chewing his way through it.

“I’ve thrown him off the roof!” Niffty exclaimed, thrilled she could participate in this game. Everyone turned to stare at her, then at Alastor Cat, who was calmly licking his paw. She giggled. “Don’t worry. He bounced!”

Lucifer massaged his suddenly pounding temples. “Okay, so we haven’t tried anything.”

There was a loud, deep meow. Alastor waited until everyone was looking at him, then he pointed to his teeth.

“A clue!” Lucifer crowed. “Something to do with his teeth?”

“I have an idea,” Husk sighed. “You’re not going to like it though.”

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“You’re right. I don’t like it,” Charlie shuddered.

Lucifer covered his nose with his sleeve. “Where did you even find this one? Yesterday’s trash heap?”

“A little appreciation would be nice,” Husk grumbled. “D’you know how hard it is to find an intact body around Cannibal Colony? Those bastards will eat anything you put in front of ‘em.” He pulled the corpse onto the front mat and stood, groaning audibly as his back popped. “Okay, the bait is in place. Release the demon.”

“Releasing demon!” Niffty chirped as she swung open the door of the safe. Alastor the Cat whirled around, his mouth full of half-chewed steel. His eyes widened, his little nose sniffing the air. Drool immediately started pouring down his chin. Before anyone could stop him, he launched himself off the stairway and landed – splat – on the dead man’s face.

“See?” Niffty giggled. “He bounces!”

Lucifer groaned, covering his eyes with his hands as Alastor went to work. It was difficult – but not impossible – to block out the suspicious schlorp schlap schlump sounds. Vaggie turned green and slapped her hand over her mouth. Charlie squeezed her eyes shut, plugged her ears, and started singing nonsense words about raindrops on roses and warm woolen mittens. “So we fed him. What next?”

“What do you mean, what’s next?” Husk asked. “This is it.”

Lucifer whirled around and stared at Alastor, who had already finished off most of the man and was now lying on his back, rubbing his absurdly rounded stomach with his paw. He grinned at Lucifer, his little tail wagging away.

He is not cute, Lucifer chanted to himself. He is very uncute. Do not fall for his tricks.

“I don’t understand. He’s not transforming back.”

Husk shrugged. “Well, that’s all I’ve got. The last time he got like this, he turned himself back after he got what he wanted. And after he got bored terrorizing us.”

Lucifer’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “You mean…he could turn himself back this entire time?”

Stupid. He was so stupid. How many times was Alastor going to play him like a fiddle and leave him in the dust?

“Meow,” Alastor put in, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I think it’s more permanent this time,” Husk added quickly. He backed away from the cat, sweat dampening his furry brow. “Alastor’s never willingly chosen to be stuck in another body this long. There must be a trigger word or something.”

“Wait just a moment,” Lucifer asked, grabbing Husk before he could book it out of there. “You said Alastor’s been turned into an animal before?”

This time, Husk’s entire back darkened with sweat. “Uh…did I say that?”

Behind him, Alastor struggled onto his four paws.

“Yes, you did. What kind of animal was he?”

Panic. Sheer panic. “I’m not sure I can tell you that.”

“Husker.” Golden angelic might layered his voice like honey and fire. His wings flared, casting a shadow over himself, over the nervous gambler, over the serial killer trapped as a cat. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

“She turned him into a chick!” Husk blurted out.

Lucifer’s eyes widened, shock forcing him back to normal. “A chick?”

“A teensy little baby chicken –”

Alastor yowled and jumped onto Husk’s face, cutting off whatever embarrassing secret he was about to reveal next. It took all four of them, a hefty dose of catnip, and Lucifer promising to bring back three more bodies to pry him off.

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The next day, everyone gathered in the lobby for “Operation: Turn Alastor Less Fluffy Back Take Two.” But before they could get properly started, there was a knock at the door.

Charlie threw open the door with a huge smile – then it dropped off her face like a rock. Lucifer had never seen his daughter react like that before.

“Charlie? Who’s there?” He asked, his protective instincts tingling. He pushed himself off the couch and joined her at the door.

“Uh…how can we help you?” He frowned, staring at the overgrown moth, the giant TV, and a sassy teen who had her eyes glued to her screen.

The TV spoke first. “We’ve heard from a reputable source that you have something of ours. We’d like it back.” He eyed Lucifer’s apple staff warily. “Please,” he spat out.

“Something of yours? Like what?” Lucifer frowned.

“Like that!” The TV pointed past his shoulder to where the man-eating red blob was sitting. Alastor meowed and narrowed his eyes, his tail twitching. “Give him back!”

“What – the cat? You think he’s your cat?” Impossibly, embarrassingly, Lucifer felt a strange possessiveness twist his gut. He stared daggers at Alastor. Why the hell does the TV think you’re his?

Alastor the Cat cocked his head and yawned.

“Please just give the man the cat back,” the bored teen said, the way an exasperated mother might. “He’s been crying at night.”

“Have not!” Vox roared, his screen turning red.

“Your room is right next to mine,” she snapped. “If you don’t want me to hear it, turn your volume off!”

“Enough of this. You are embarrassing us,” the mothman finally spoke up.

That was apparently too much for the TV, who whirled around, volts of electricity sparking around his head. “Excuse me? We’re embarrassing you?”

Lucifer resisted the urge to slam the door on this clown show. “Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to have to leave. There must have been a mix-up. Al – I mean, the cat is ours.”

“Breaking news! The king of Hell is a liar and a cat-thief!” TV-man yelled. “If he’s not mine – I mean, ours – why do I have so many pictures with him?”

He whipped out his phone, and there were indeed a lot of photos of him and Alastor in cat form. There was Alastor scratching at his screen, Alastor ripping up their wires while the moth tried to stop him and Vox gave a thumbs up to the camera, Alastor studying a few blueprints in the back, and finally a selfie of Vox squeezing Alastor half to death in a backbreaking hug.

That one was a step too far for Lucifer. He didn’t really quite remember what happened next, but after Lucifer had to sheepishly promise to replace the torn wall and the burned foyer…and the entire front lawn.

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Lucifer woke up to something furry rubbing against his bare chest. He gasped, his eyes flying open, only to find himself staring into two luminous red eyes.

Strangely, he felt himself relaxing. He knew those eyes. He’d know them dead, asleep, or awake. “Alastor,” he groaned. “What are you doing here so late?”

The cat padded up to his face, his teeth glinting in the light of the moon. Then, without any warning, he smashed his mouth against Lucifer’s.

It only lasted for a second before Lucifer was twisting, trying to throw the cat off of him – but suddenly the cat was very, very large, and quite bony, and all too late he realized he was in bed with a fully grown Alastor in his regular demonic form. A very naked Alastor.

Not a trigger word, then. A trigger kiss.

“What–” He gasped. “Are you serious?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Alastor grimaced, plucking a few cat hairs from his teeth. “It was all quite amusing for some time, and then it got boring, and then it was downright annoying. I decided it was high time I take matters into my own hands.”

“How did this even happen?”

He shrugged. “We live in Hell, my dear. There are more than a few witches who know their way around a transmorgification spell.”

“And you…” Suddenly, he remembered the TV and the moth and the girl, and he felt a surge of anger. “You went to go live with those three idiots?”

Alastor tilted his head at a painful angle, looking entirely too much like the cat he’d just been. “Why?” There was a wicked gleam in his eye. “Does that annoy you, your Majesty?”

Lucifer rubbed his eyes and sighed, deciding it was entirely too early for these kinds of shenanigans. There was plenty of time to get into it later. “Coffee?”

Alastor thought about it. “Fine,” he finally agreed, as if he was doing Lucifer a favor. Some things never changed. “I’ll join you shortly. I have to get myself decent first.” He glanced down with a scowl at his very naked, very well-built chest.

Alastor disappeared into the shadows before he could see the technicolor blush on Lucifer’s cheeks. As he forced himself out of bed and into his duck slippers, he found a wide grin spreading on his lips.

(When it came down to it, Alastor chose to kiss him.)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #radioapple #duckiedeer #cursed cat alastor #curse breaking #jealous lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x alastor

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ancuninbrainrot · 6 months ago

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7, 8, and 13, because why not!

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Idk if I've ever been to just an aquarium that wasn't attached to a zoo, hmm. Mostly I prefer not fish, so your pinnipeds, turtles that sort of thing. Otherwise I'm looking around seeing who's having a good time, really. Oh, rays too. Forgot those guys.

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

On a work day we're getting out of professional drag ASAP. Loungewear if I'm not leaving the house, workout gear if it's a day for silks class, and t-shirt and shorts/jeans if I have errands. SCHLUMP MODE ACTIVATE.

13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

Oh man, can I wipe out medical debt? Because literally fuck that noise. Then maybe a little roadtrip with some arson. Feel like there are some hate groups with real estate that isn't ash piles and that's unacceptable.

Thanks for the ask, man!

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magnetic-regent-magneto · 4 months ago

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⠀ ⠀THE WORLD TILTED ON THE AXIS AROUND HIM.

⠀ ⠀A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, a constant reminder of the excesses of the previous night. There were strains in his body-- various muscles calling for attention, others for rest. Erik lays on his side-- he never does. And there was warmth-- he never feels that in the morning hours. ⠀ ⠀Neither is the feel of strong, hairy muscle and the faint outline of metal under flesh a common sensation to find under his palms. ⠀ ⠀The usual expanse of his white strands now were dishevelled magnetic clouds and curls that weave and twist against the soft pillows down the nape of his neck.

⠀ ⠀The world, for a brief moment, was a blurred canvas of sensations. The scent of alcohol and sweat clung to the air, a cloying miasma. Everything tilted on its axis were it not for the familiar grasp of the magnetic north anchored in him.

⠀ ⠀Within a second of feeling the second presence, the master of magnetism is upright in bed. He is starteled with pure panic. The his room groans with a metallic cacophony. Nails bend in the walls. The bed's bolts creak threateningly. Logan can feel the flicker of, regrettably too familiar, magnetic charge rolling over his skin, making his hairs stand.

⠀ ⠀Fairly certain that last night he got to know that sensation from a whole different perspective.

⠀ ⠀A cold dread settled over Erik as consciousness seeped back into his mind. He felt the air in his lungs contract and his hands go ice-cold with terror. He opened his eyes, the world snapping into focus with startling clarity. The oppressive scent of-- no, the presence of another man beside him – all these elements coalesced into a single, terrifying realization. -- Only broken memories of the passed night.

⠀ ⠀"Schlump*...." comes the low mutter to himself.

⠀ ⠀The metals that had risen to his call dropped. Erik lay his face into his hands with a soft groan. But he had the presence of mind to cover himself with the blanket they shared.

⠀ ⠀" Krikhn zol er afn boykh "

*pathetic human being *May he crawl on his belly.

-- @feralweapon ||

Warmth. Besides Logan was a body. Who it was didn’t matter. Not anymore. That’s what it was most nights. Anyone who was willing. Just someone to feed the starving loneliness. That’s why, when that person stirred beside him, he hardly flinches. No. He’s used to that song and dance.

As his hand grazed a firm muscle, Logan pauses.

Oh. Male.

Not new territory there. While he was used to a more supple and soft body beside him after a binge, a man wasn’t an unwelcome presence either.

Logan opened his eyes and drearily glanced at the surroundings. This…. wasn’t the mansion… The stench of liquor and sweat hung in the room. The headache from the hangover was almost gone just as quickly as it came. But suddenly, something familiar. No. Someone.

He almost falls off the bed when his senses finally catch up to him.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! Shit. No fucking way."

@magnetic-regent-magneto | the morning after

#muse:magneto #muse:feralweapon #it got longer. no need to match!#The magnetic curls show.#And he speaks Yiddish curses #--FEAR BREEDS RAGE || RP

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phdmama · 3 years ago

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Larry, exes to lovers, kissing in the rain (does that count for trope mashups? I didn’t see a post). Love you!

Love you too!! This got... out of hand. As usual. Do we expect anything else from me at this point?

1800 Words. Teen. (To go on AO3 eventually! Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed this!)

The party sucks.

The party sucks and Louis is a little bit drunk and it’s weird that the party sucks because normally Niall’s parties are epic. Lit, as the kids say.

“Do the kids say ‘lit’?” Louis asks Liam, who’s kind of schlumped over and leaning into Louis’ shoulder.

Liam blinks at him. “Kids? What kids?”

“You know, just…” Louis gestures incoherently and winces as beer slops out of his cup onto the coffee table.

Niall, who is oddly fastidious for such a social guy, swoops in with a paper towel and a nonchalant “Don’t worry about it, Lou,” as he hastily mops up the beer. As he stands up, he rests one hand, heavy and comforting, on Louis’ shoulder. “How are you doing? Hanging in?”

Louis shrugs one shoulder and drinks his beer. “I’m fine,” he lies. “You know, it’s all good.”

He can’t help the way his gaze is pulled over to the sliders out to the balcony, where Harry is standing, caught up in some animated conversation with some guy Louis doesn’t know.

He and Harry had agreed to stay friends, agreed that it was terrible and unfair to ask their tight-knit group to choose, and Harry had said earnestly, “I just need some space. I’ll always love you, you know that, right?” and Louis had nodded because it was true, he did know that Harry loved him. It just wasn’t enough.

That had been four months ago. Harry’s been couch surfing since then, dropping by when he knows Louis isn’t home to grab a few things, but whenever Louis asks if he’s found a place, he just looks away and doesn’t answer.

The thing is, Louis has no idea what went wrong. He thought they were happy. He thought they were headed in the same direction, but it turns out, Harry was just headed out the door, saying something about being in a rut and needing a change and it’s not forever baby, it’ll all work out.

So now, here they are, at Niall’s annual Memorial Day after-party. Louis has a couple more weeks of teaching before he’s off for the summer. He’d set it up that way in the Fall before things with Harry had blown up. Harry’s office goes to a reduced week after their semester ends, and they’d planned for beach weekends and hiking and concerts on the Esplanade and… Well, a lot of things that aren’t going to happen. Louis thinks of the ring hidden in his underwear drawer and breathes out slowly.

He looks up as a body drops onto the couch next to him. It’s the guy Harry had been talking to, and he’s giving Louis a smile and an appreciative once-over.

“Hey,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’m Henry.”

Louis shakes his hand reflexively and smiles politely. “Hey man, I’m Louis,” he says and Henry nods. “How do you know Niall?”

Henry smiles and Louis can’t help but notice, it’s a good smile. Warm and friendly, and he’s got big brown eyes and a nice, strong chin.

“Niall and I worked together at Toad, like three years ago. I ran into him on the T the other day and he invited me over. I just moved back from the West Coast.”

As they talk, Louis has to grudgingly acknowledge that Henry’s nice. He’s smart, he’s cute, he’s funny and employed, and, if the way he keeps finding excuses to touch Louis are any indication, he’s interested.

They’ve been talking for a while when Henry shoots his shot. “So, I just have to ask. Are you single? Because you seem really great and I’d love to take you out to dinner.”

For a moment, Louis is tempted. Like, seriously tempted. Henry’s willingness to just go for it is actually really admirable, and he’s going to make some guy an incredible boyfriend. Unfortunately, that guy isn’t Louis. It wouldn’t be fair.

Louis smiles and takes a breath, and before he speaks, he can see Henry’s smile drop.

“This is such a cliche,” Louis says, shaking his head. “It’s not you, it’s really not.”

“Well,” Henry says quietly, “can you fill me in? Because it kind of feels like it’s me.”

Louis exhales a messy breath. “That guy that you were talking to earlier? By the sliders?”

Henry glances over and says, “Harry? Yeah, he seems like a sweet guy. Totally pining over his ex though.”

Louis blinks. “Wait, what?”

“Oh yeah, that was obvious from the moment we started talking.” Henry laughs. “Poor guy, he’s seriously hung up on him.”

Louis stares at him. “Did he say that?”

Henry frowns and then he obviously puts the pieces together. “Oh my god, wait a minute.”

Louis looks over to where Harry is standing next to Zayn, and even from across the room, Louis can see the way Harry is clutching at the beer bottle he’s holding, not to mention the irritation on his face.

“You’re the boyfriend,” Henry says, and Louis’ gaze snaps back to his face. “Aren’t you? He didn’t say a name but…”

Louis nods. “Yeah. That’s me.” He does a weird sort of half-hearted jazz hands and Henry snorts. “You’re wrong though. Harry’s not pining. He’s the one who left.” He knows he sounds bitter, but that’s okay, because he is. Henry opens his mouth but Louis interrupts him. “Look, I can’t go out with you because I’m the asshole who’s still hung up on his ex. You seem awesome though, and I’m gonna give you my number, okay? Friends, at least?”

Henry shakes his head and laughs, handing over his phone. “Sure. That’s sounds good.” He shoves his phone back in his pocket, glances over to where Harry is still staring at them with his angry frog face, and then gives Louis an appraising look. “Please don’t hit me, okay?”

“What?” Louis says, startled and then Henry is kissing him.

It’s not a particularly raunchy kiss, it’s just… sweet. For one moment Louis can see it, a future where Harry is his past, and someone else is his future, but then Henry pulls back and smiles, reaching up to brush his knuckles across Louis’ cheekbone. Louis sighs quietly and lets that vision go.

“Text me, okay?” He stands up, leans down to brush one more kiss across Louis’ lips and then he’s gone.

Louis sits back, suddenly just done with it all. He gets up, steadfastly ignoring Harry, and shoots Niall a quick text that he’s leaving. He makes sure Liam is tucked under Zayn’s arm and then heads out.

Sometime during the party, the weather has shifted, and the rain that’s been threatening all day has finally rolled in. It’s steady and gentle, and even though Louis is getting soaked, it’s nice. He shoves his hands into his pockets and wanders down the street, thankful that it’s not a long walk to his apartment from Niall’s.

He’s halfway down the block, just past the barber’s when he hears feet pounding the pavement behind him and then a voice, familiar as his own heartbeat calls out to him.

“Louis, hey. Lou!”

Louis stops, stares at the ground, defeated, and then turns.

Harry looks undone. His face is flushed, eyes wide, hair in total disarray and starting to flatten against his head as the rain pours down.

“What?” Louis asks quietly. “What do you want, Harry?”

Harry skids to a halt, close enough to touch, but Louis doesn’t reach out. He’s exhausted and has no reserves left to deal with Harry’s glare. For once, Harry seems at a loss for words.

“What?” Louis asks again. “Harry, c’mon. I’m tired.”

I’m so sad, is what he really wants to say. I’m heartbroken and I don’t understand. Why wasn’t it enough? Why wasn’t I enough?

Harry swipes a hand through his curls. “I just. I saw you. With Henry.”

Louis stares at him. “Yeah? And?”

“And just,” Harry blinks and looks away.

“What?” Louis asks impatiently. “And what, Harry?”

“Why did you kiss him?” The words seem to surprise Harry as they burst out of him.

Suddenly over it, Louis says, “You know what? Not that it matters, but he kissed me. Anyway, it’s none of your goddamn business. You’re the one who broke up with me, Harry.” Louis is aware that he’s shouting but he can’t seem to bring down the volume. “You’re the one who left, and you don’t get to…”

His voice trails off as he takes in the anguish on Harry’s face, takes in the dark circles under his eyes and the chapped state of his bitten lips. Harry looks tired too, Louis thinks, rough around the edges. Like he’s been suffering. Like he’s the one who lost something precious.

“What do you want from me?” Louis whispers, and he feels something deep inside of him break. “You don’t get to do this, Harry. You don’t get to leave me and expect me to wait for you.”

“I don’t want you to wait,” Harry gasps, and Louis freezes even as Hary lunges forward, “I want you to take me back, oh god, Lou,” and then his hands are tangled in Louis’ hair and his mouth is on Louis’ and it’s everything the kiss with Henry wasn’t.

Harry’s mouth is familiar and he tastes the same, but it’s been months since he’s kissed Louis like this, kissed him like Louis is it for him, and that same heat they felt so long ago, it bursts into flame again. Louis gasps as Harry’s hands slide down to cup his cheeks as the kiss gentles and turns to something so achingly perfect that Louis feels tears come to his eyes.

Harry pulls back only far enough to press his forehead to Louis’, hands still framing Louis’ face.

“I know I fucked up,” Harry says roughly, “I knew it as soon as I walked out the door, you have to believe me, Lou. I just didn't know how to come back.”

Louis surprises himself by nodding. “I do believe you,” he says softly. “I don’t know what to do with that, but I do believe you,” and Harry closes his eyes as he exhales in obvious relief.

“Okay,” he says, and then again, “Okay.”

It’s raining harder now, and they’re both soaked to the skin. Louis wasn’t lying, he really does believe that Harry was fucked up and made a mistake, but it was a big one, and Louis doesn’t know what to do with this, how to take it all and make sense of it. But for now.

Louis steps back and holds out his hand. There’s work to be done, but that can wait until morning. He doesn’t know what the future holds, doesn’t know where to go from here, but he knows what he wants right now. He knows where to start.

“Come on, Harry,” he says and smiles at how right this feels. “Come home.”

#my writing #Larry ficlet #Larry vignette #what I'm doing instead of homework haha

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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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aizawa as a dad - teenage!reader

- fluff, dad aizawa momen

- warnings: hrmm none i think

- wc: 1.3k

a/n: basically me listing things i want bc im dadless

ps this is before the dorms were implemented meaning this takes place before that, so things that happened after that does not exist in this world

remembers your birthday

#! even you don’t remember it sometimes, but he does

#! it’s the morning of your birthday, you’re both in the kitchen

#! he’s drinking his daily dose of caffeine, lazily packing his lunch

#! you’re..falling asleep at the dining table...

#! you hear the chair next to you scrape across the floor, opening your eyes you see your dad deeply sigh while taking a seat

#! “you’re older now, so that means you have to be more responsible. you should be taking care of yourself. you also should listen to me more.”

#! you: ... (•.•?)

#! him: ..what?

#! “huh, what’re you going on about?” you rack your brain to think what could’ve possibly made him go on that unexpected lecture

#! “.......it’s your-,”

#! “OH, it’s my birthday,” you cut him off, giggling to yourself for forgetting such day

#! he sighs again and just pats your head before getting up to start leaving for school

#! “c’mon, you’ll be late.”

#! “ok~~.”

#! you won’t be late. he always make sure you’ll never be late, but he likes saying that because he thinks it’s so parent-like

always backs you up

#! even if deep down he knows you might lose in the practice battle against todoroki, he’s on your side

#! when it comes to silly little things like witty arguments between him and uncle present mic, you back him up leaving present mic with his echoed wails

#! also vice versa when you’re in some annoying banter with denki or something

#! you don’t call him ‘dad’ in class, nor does he show signs of favoritism towards you

#! you both know familial relations in school would always cause people to think about bias, favoritism, cheating, etc.

#! so luckily, he’s mature and you are too so you both know to not act so close with each other in school

#! but you drop the whole ‘aizawa sensei’ thing when you guys are alone

#! you did accidentally call him dad once when he was passing back test papers and you had a question about something

#! you were focused on the test papers you just got back, forgetting that you were in class for a second, and blurted out a quick, “dad? can you explain this.”

#! you didn’t even realize what you said until it got noticeably quiet in the class, causing you to raise your eyes up from the paper to see everyone looking at you and aizawa

#! he could care less, the man was getting cozy at his desk

#! you walked over to him anyway so he could answer your question

feeds you a lot of pre-made food or food that wasn’t cooked by him

#! he can’t really cook

#! he could do the bare minimum but the most you’ll ever get out of him is probably ramen with your favorite add-ons

#! his bffs can cook

#! aizawa doesn’t eat much himself, so when you entered his life he wasn’t really sure what to feed you

#! his best friends would cook for him now and then because they’re aware of his eating habits

#! but then they suddenly had two aizawas to feed

#! growing up you also ate a lot of freezer food. the good kinds though, the freezer food that doesn’t have that freezery taste after its been heated up

#! even though he couldn’t make you food, he still watched out for you and what you ate

#! if he notices that you’re eating too much sweet, he’ll comment on it. if he notices that you’re overdoing it with the salt, he’ll comment on it with a stern lecture about how deadly sodium can be.

#! he picks up your favorite convenience store snacks a lot after school

#! does aizawa seem like the type to make you eat veggies?? i’m not sure. sure he wants you to be healthy and not just consume junk, but i feel like he also doesn’t do too well with veggies

#! aizawa is secretly picky with his veggies hhhhh there’s specific ones he really likes, but for the most part he finds everything else weird in some way

#! headcanon that aizawa pouted over veggies he didn’t like as a kid and he would just stare at it thinking it’ll go away on its own

is loaded and spoils you unintentionally

#! he’s a prohero, one of the highest paying jobs by the government in the bnha universe

#! plus his teaching job. i know teachers salary isn’t too good, but it’s ua and this isn’t real life, so he’s probably getting paid stacks

#! also i think the cat outfit he bought for eri is suppose to be from some japanese brand that’s the equivalent of gucci in the u.s. (but ignore this bc this happened after the dorms were a thing 😁😁)

#! anyway he bought you a lot of toys as a kid, and tons of horrendous outfits that you cry over but never to his face because he’s trying his best </33

#! now that you’re a teenager, he doesn’t buy you toys anymore but has now evolved to buying you electronics on your birthday and just giving you pocket money

#! obviously aizawa doesn’t flaunt his wealth though, he doesn’t care about that and finds it unnecessary

#! he also barely spends on himself so he just has even more money saved up for no reason

#! but the thing is,, he doesn’t even realize how much he spends on you until you sit him down to talk to him

#! “dad, i do not need a new laptop. i’m fine with the one i have now, it’s still good. i saw you looking at laptops the other day.”

#! “what made you think i was looking at laptops for you?”

#! silence

#! complete, utter silence .....

#! “who’s it for then?!”

#! he rolls his eyes before answering you, “none of your business. go away.”

#! “ok fine whatever-,” you mumbled, “but my point still stands. i don’t need anything, and even if i did i can buy it myself!” you exclaimed boldly

#! “with what money?” he blankly stares at you

#! “with.....with... money i save up from birthdays and holidays because i never get to spend them!”

#! he just sighs, gets up from the couch, and walks away leaving you standing there smiling because you knew it was a successful talk

#! here’s a link to something i read that further added to my aizawa rich headcanon :]

kisses you goodnight on your forehead after he comes home from late missions/pro-hero runs

#! when you were a kid, you slept on his bed to feel safer

#! when he came home from late missions, he would walk into his room to see you bundled up in the blanket

#! after quickly getting ready for bed because he was schlumped, he got into bed as gently as possible to not wake you up

#! but you’re a light sleeper so you felt a familiar warmth encasing you and it jolted you awake, slightly whimpering trying to turn your head to see your dad

#! he noticed and quietly shushed you to get you back to sleep, “sh sh, it’s okay, it’s just me.”

#! your tiny arms would wrap around his chest and you stuffed your chubby face into his chest before you dozed off once again

#! now that you sleep in your own room, he would come home and peek in to check up on you

#! sometimes you were still awake — studying, on your phone, cleaning your room, insomnia, or just because

#! in this case he would just peek his head in, squint his tired eyes at you, mumble a slurred, “night.”, sigh at your smile that was clearly there to keep you from laughing, then finally head towards his room

#! but when he catches you asleep, he smiles to himself and makes his way into your room to give you a small forehead kiss before whispering, “goodnight.”

#! you never grew out of the light sleeping thing though, so you always knew of his small show of fatherly love

#! just don’t bring it up ever because he’s tired of you

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ducky-moo · 4 years ago

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It’s Nothing

A scream ripped through S.T.A.R Labs, sending everyone into a flurry. Weapon in hand and suit donned, Cisco and Barry rushed into the former's workshop, where the sound had come from, only to find you sitting bolt upright in a chair, alone, but panicked.

"Are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you?" They asked a million questions, but you just shook your head. Confusion crossed Barry's face, while realization crossed Cisco's. "Nightmare?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to really look at you. You let out a weak laugh and nodded. You had been having increasingly worse nightmares recently, and it was near impossible to determine whether or not they were real. You had been having them ever since your last encounter with the Twisted Shifter, which was what Cisco had decided to call the shapeshifting meta-human that was after you. It had been a week and a half now, and even though you were finally almost fully recovered from your concussion, you had still been staying at Cisco's every night. The two of you weren't dating, but...no, yeah, you were basically dating. He had been taking such good care of you over your recovery, and he stayed up with you when the nightmares hit, and he was the best binge partner you'd ever had. The two of you had already watched all 8 of the Harry Potter movies at least 5 times.

"Did you watch Chamber of Secrets without me again? You know what that does to you." Cisco chided as he lowered his weapon. This was the first time you had had a nightmare at work, and you hadn't really told anybody else about them yet. You only told Cisco about them because, well, he'd been sleeping right next to you when you had them. You made him promise not to tell anybody, and although he desperately wanted to help you solve them, he agreed. So he put up a flimsy excuse for the nightmare, and you went along with it. Barry seemed to buy it, as he laughed and shook his head at the two of you before leaving the room.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cisco closed the door and sat down in his chair and rolled over to you, taking your hands in his and resting them on your knees. "Are you okay? That one seemed pretty bad, Y/n." Concern was evident on his face as he leaned towards you, searching your eyes for some kind of hidden answer.

"I'm fine, Cisco. Just another stupid nightmare," you mumbled as you turned your head to look away from him. You pulled your hands away from him as well, and he looked at you with even more concern. You tried to wheel away to go do something else, but he grabbed your chair firmly by the arms and held you there in front of them.

"They're not stupid, and you're not fine, Y/n" he reached out and turned your face towards him with his thumb and forefinger, "I wish you would let me help you," he all but pleaded. You shoved his hand away and stood up.

"You don't even know what they're about." You shot back, then turned to leave the room.

"Because you won't tell me!" Cisco exclaimed in frustration as he rose from his chair. He stepped in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You immediately shoved his hands away, afraid he would vibe you and find out what your dreams were really about. Hurt spread across his face as you took a step back from him. "Why won't you just let me help you?" His voice was strained, and you could tell he wanted to reach out for you again, but was trying to respect your space.

"Its not something that can be helped Cisco. It's my grave and I'm going to lie in it. Alone." By this point you were near tears as your eyes darted about the man's face, trying desperately to make him understand. Your whole life you had had to fend and look out for yourself. It wasn't easy, but it was what you knew.

"You can't handle this alone, Y/n. For Christ's sake, I've been sitting up with you half the night for the past week, watching Harry Potter on repeat because you're too scared to go to sleep. There's only so much Michael Gambon Dumbledore I can take."

"You said you liked watching Harry Potter with me." You were trying to redirect the conversation, and you knew Cisco was easily distracted by movies.

"I do. I do like watching Harry Potter with you. But the reason we've been watching them is keeping us up half the night, and frankly, I haven't felt like I've been getting any sleep because I'm up the other half of the night worrying about you!"

"Please," you scoffed, "you snore like a freaking freight train as soon as you think I'm asleep." Cisco made a face that was a mix of surprise and offended.

"Okay, one, hurtful, and two, maybe I have my own dreams! And in my dreams, I'm worrying about you!" He defended himself. You had to admit to yourself, that made your heart melt a little.

"Why do you worry about me so much, Cisco? Of all the things in all the worlds to care about, why me." Your voice broke as you sunk down into your chair, and you buried your head in your hands. You heard him inhale deeply, and he crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his and looking into your eyes.

"Because you're worth caring about, Y/n." His voice was quiet and soft, but there was such earnest in it that you couldn't help but burst into tears. "Baby, please," his voice cracked with emotion, "let me help you." He reached up and cupped your cheeks in his hands, holding your face so that you had no choice but to look at him. His thumbs brushed under your eyes as he wiped your tears away. You shook your head, watching his heart break as you denied him once again.

"I can't." You whispered. He heaved a sigh and leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You sat in silence for a moment before Caitlin's voice rang out from the cortex.

"Cisco!!! We need you!!" Cisco muttered profanities under his breath and shook his head.

"You know where to find me." He sighed as he stood. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and jogged back out into the Cortex.

Hours later, Cisco was sitting at his desk in the Cortex, going over data from all the previous fights with Twisted Shifter. "Caitlin, you said Y/n's vitals-" He was interrupted by a short, weak scream coming from his workshop. His head fell, and he sighed as everyone turned to look towards the sound.

"Was that-"

"Yep."

"Are you going to-"

"Yep." Cisco rose from his chair and made his way back to the workshop. At this point, Cisco was pissed at you for not letting anyone help. He was preparing his angry speech when a second scream rocked through the building, causing him to jump. "Jesus fuck," he muttered as he jogged the rest of the way to the workshop. "Y/n?" He looked around, confused and possibly slightly panicked as he couldn't find you immediately. Finally, his eyes landed on you, curled up in the back corner of the room. "Y/n? Hey, hey hey hey, you're okay." He rushed over and dropped to the ground next to you, pulling you into his arms. After a moment, he felt you struggling against his secure grip, and rather than fighting with you, he simply let you go.

"I'm fine." You snapped, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turned away from Cisco. He let out a loud groan as he schlumped back against the wall.

"Fine my ass, Y/n, I just found you curled up in a goddamn corner!" His voice rose in his frustration and he threw his hands in the air.

"I don't-"

"This is the second time today you've had these nightmares. You're being totally stupid! You need help!" Cisco was all but yelling now as he stood up. You started to walk away, but he grabbed you by the shoulder. You tore yourself away and whirled around to face him.

"Don't vibe me, Cisco!" You exploded at him, your voice growing louder as well.

"I am not vi-"

"Hey, woah woah woah, what's going on in here?" Joe asked as he walked in, followed closely by Barry and Iris. Cisco drew his mouth into a tight line and looked at you expectantly. He was gonna do what he promised, no matter how stupid he thought it was. You looked away from all of them sheepishly, rubbing your arm, but saying nothing. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Barry spoke up.

"Are you guys...Okay?" More silence. Cisco threw his hands into the air, finally giving up.

"Yeah, everything's fine. With me at least. I can't say the same for her though," he threw a hand in your direction, and you closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

"Cisco-"

"What? I didn't say anything. I left the fun part for you."

"Y/n, what is he talking about?" Iris asked, taking a step further into the room than the boys would dare.

"I-I- nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine." You stuttered out, unsure of how to get out of this.

"Oh for Pete's- It. Is NOT! NOTHING!"

"Woah, Cisco, calm down dude." Barry walked over to his friend, taking him by the shoulders and moving him back a bit.

"Okay someone better tell me what the hell is going on right now or we're gonna have some issues." Joe stated, pointing to the two of you.

"It's nothing, I-" Before Cisco had the chance to explode again, Iris held up her finger to him.

"Okay, don't say it's nothing, because clearly it isn't. I'm pretty sure you're going to give Cisco a stroke if you say that one more time." Her voice was firm, but her touch was gentle as she rested her hand on your arm. "What's going on?"

"It's noth-" you winced as you caught yourself, and you looked frantically around the room as if searching for a way out of this, "I- I just- I-" You stumbled over your words as you tried to find the right thing to say. Preferably something that would cause minimum concern, or at least de-escalate the situation at hand.

"Take a breath, Y/n." Joe's soothing deep voice cut through the chaos in your head, and you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply.

"I- I've just been having really bad dreams, lately." Blanket terms. As simple as you could hope to put it.

"You're fighting...over...bad dreams?" Barry sounded confused, and you could tell by his voice that he looked it to.

"Yeah, I'm not following." Joe chimed in. You squeezed your eyes tight, not wanting to explain any further.

"How recently did they start?" Iris asked, rubbing your arm as she pulled you closer to her, away from Cisco's wide-eyed, hopeful form.

"Not too long ago- um- just a couple weeks." You were tiptoeing around the actual issue at hand, hoping they would let it slide.

"A couple weeks? Like- wait, a couple weeks like these started happening after you two fought the Twisted Shifter?" Joe asked incredulously as he looked back towards the door and back at you.

You bit your lip and looked down, nodding as you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself.

"Wait, is he still in your head?" Barry was suddenly coming to understand the situation at hand.

"Whoomp, there it is," you heard Cisco behind you, and you squeezed your eyes tight again. Barry looked between the two of you.

"Y/n, why didn't you tell us this?" You tried not to flinch at the disappointment and concern in Barry's voice as he questioned you.

"They're honestly not that bad, I didn't think it was that big a deal-"

"Oh no no ma'am! You are not going to pull that crap anymore." Cisco shook his finger at you as he approached you, then turned to the others. "She hasn't slept a full night in a week and a half. She's been forcing herself to stay awake so that she can avoid them, and there's only so much Michael Gambon Dumbledore a man can take, people!"

"What are the dreams about?" Barry asked. Immediately, your lips drew into a tight line. This was not something you were prepared to talk about. Not with Barry, not with Cisco, hell, not even with yourself. "Y/n, if it's something that can help us beat Twisted Shifter-"

"It's not." You interrupted him, shaking your head.

"Are you sure? There's nothing he's making you see that we can use?"

"No. It's just...He's just messing with my memories. That's all."

"That's all?"

"Yes, Barry, that's all. I swear. There's nothing in my head that's useful for this mission right now."

"Hey, she won't even tell me what they're about, so don't feel bad man." Cisco reassured Barry, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Okay...well, we should probably have Caitlin and Cisco run a few tests on you anyway, see if they can figure out a way to block him out."

"Everything's gonna be okay, Y/n." Iris reassured you as she squeezed your arm, then left to go back to the cortex. Joe and Barry left promptly, leaving you and Cisco alone again. Silently, you sunk into your chair, schlumping down as if the past 10 minutes had wiped everything out of you. And mentally, of course, they had.

"Y/n-"

"Don't, Cisco." You held one hand up to stop him and rested your forehead in the palm of the other. "I can't right now. I just can't"

"Okay." His voice was tiny, and quiet as he nodded in response. "You know where to find me."

At home later that night, you were walking around Cisco's living room clad in yet another one of his t-shirts. You had brought your own clothes from home, of course, but you simply liked wearing Cisco's better. There was something about the familiarity of each shirt that made you feel safer, almost.

"Y/n, can we please talk." Cisco was pleading with you as he moved to stand directly in your path. You stopped, and looked him in the eye, your expression blank. You had hardly said anything the rest of the day- just answers to questions Caitlin and Cisco asked while they were running their tests. You had just been left completely drained after the event of the day. "I'm sorry, okay? Actually, you know what? No I'm not. You needed to tell people what's been going on, and you did, and, surprise surprise, everyone's working to help you!" Silence. "Okay, look," his form deflated as he looked at you, feeling defeated, "I know you're upset with me. I get it. I'm sorry about that part, but not the rest. You're finally getting help. Soon we can have all of this figured out, and you can go home and-"

"You are my home." The words left your mouth before you had the chance to process them, and your hand flew to your face almost immediately. Cisco blinked, taken completely off-guard, and it took him a second to process what you had said. Once it sunk in, however, Cisco's expression softened significantly. His chest filled with warmth as he reached out to you. His hands stopped, however, before they made contact with you, as he remembered all the times you had pushed him away throughout the day. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

"Can I? I'm not trying to vibe you, I swear. ...I just want to hold you." You could hear the yearning in his voice as he opened his eyes to reveal a pleading look. You took a step back and saw his heart break a little. After a moment of consideration, you nodded slowly. Letting out a long sigh, he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you snugly into his chest. It was more of a relief for the man than he thought it would be, and he felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders as he finally got to hold you again. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe and happy, and every time you pushed his affection away, he felt a little piece of him die a little.

You stood there for what felt to you like ages, just tucked away safely into Cisco's arms as he held you. You were almost falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat when he finally spoke up.

"Be mine. Like, for real. I want you to be mine. I want to do all the stupid cheesy couple things with you and I want to tell people you're my girl and I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and smack your ass in public," despite how your heart was racing, you couldn't help but giggle a little, "and I want you to know that you'll always have a home here." You could hear the smile in Cisco's voice as he spoke, and you couldn't keep a matching one from growing on yours as you simply nodded, burying your face in his chest. You could hear his heart skip a beat, and couldn't help but giggle as you realized you had caused it to do that. Suddenly, Cisco had scooped you up into his arms, and was carrying you into the bedroom. Gently, he tossed you onto the bed, causing you to laugh as he climbed on top of you. "There's that beautiful smile." A soft hum came from your throat as he bent his head down and planted a kiss on your neck. There was a quiet gasp that came from him, and he suddenly went still.

"Cisco?" You reached up and grabbed his biceps, then ran one hand up into his hair. "What's wrong?" He suddenly lifted his head up and looked at you, blinking slowly.

"Nothing. Everything's fine." He smiled and bent down to kiss your cheek, then got up and walked to the kitchen. You sat up on his bed, crossing your legs as you looked out the door behind him in confusion.

"Just forgot I left the oven on." He remarked as he entered the room once again. You simply nodded and watched as he did a lap around the room to throw laundry into the pile, then returned to you. "Hey." There was a wide smile on Cisco's lips as he looked at you, then down to your lips, then back again. The simple gesture made your face flush, and you smiled back at him goofily.

"Hi." The word came out as a giggle, which only made Cisco's smile wider as he reached out and ran his hand through your hair. His thumb ran along your bottom hairline and you froze, your smile faltering.

"I never noticed this scar before." He commented as he pushed your hair away from the long-healed wound.

"Huh. Funny." You replied, your mouth going dry as you backed up a bit.

"What's it from?" You were quiet for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing story when you heard a flash of Cisco's thoughts. Your eyes immediately widened, and you looked at him with panic and anger.

"You vibed me!" His eyes widened at the exclamation and he shook his head.

"N-no, I didn't, I-"

"And you're lying to me about it? God, Cisco." You groaned, burying your head in your hands.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to. I really didn't, I swear. How did you know?" You looked up at him and were silent for a minute. He raised his eyebrows at you. "You were in my head?"

"It was an accident-"

"So was vibing you! Sometimes it just happens, alright? Let's just move on." You nodded as he climbed onto the bed next to you, and you were both silent for a few minutes. Your hand drifted up to the scar at the base of your skull.

"Cis...what...what did you see?" Your voice was quiet as you stared straight ahead. He didn't respond, so you turned to look at him. He was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, with a look on his face that told you he wasn't sure if he should tell you. "What was it?" You asked again. He sighed and sat up a bit more, running his hand over his face.

"I saw...that." He gestured to where your hand was still pressed to the back of your neck. Another brief moment of silence.

"All of it?"

"Y/n, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"So you saw all of it." He sighed heavily.

"Yes, I did. I saw all of it...Is that what you've been having nightmares about?" You bit your lip as you felt your eyes well up. Hot tears started rolling down your cheeks before you had the chance to control them, and Cisco reached out to grab you around the waist and pull you back to him. "Baby..." His voice sounded sad, which only made you cry even more. He smoothed your hair down and kissed your head, simply waiting for you to calm down. "You're okay, I promise. We don't have to talk about it tonight. Let's wait until tomorrow morning when you've gotten some sleep, alright. You need to wind down." He rested one hand on your back as he reached out and grabbed the tv remote, turning on the second Harry Potter movie. "Scoot." He urged you to move forward, then slipped behind you and pulled you back between his legs. His hands began to work their way across your shoulders and back, carefully rubbing out every knot. You let your head fall forward, and he pushed your hair over your shoulder to place a kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled a little bit and closed your tired eyes.

"Thanks, Cis."

#cisco #cisco ramon #cisco x reader #the flash #angst #cisco angst #fluff #cisco ramon fluff

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pedros-mustache · 4 years ago

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sleep now, little bird

summary: ezra + back massage = happy reader

a/n: long time lurker, first time writer. that’s pretty much all there is to it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you drop your pack by the pod door and schlump to your cot, collapsing to your stomach on the thin mattress with an unceremonial huff.

prospecting on treval fucks.

that the atmosphere is breathable is its only redeemable quality. being able to harvest without restrictive outerwear is a welcome reprieve, but everything else absolutely eats shit.

your quarry—the illusive weeping yaquetta, sought after for its combined medicinal and sexual aide properties—has thus far proven to be a little bitch. apparently, it likes to grow on the side of precariously tall rock faces; and dexterous as you are, ezra insists you be the one to climb up the mountains and root around between loose rocks for the damn sprig of blue grass. he, of course, is lucky bastard who gets to remain on solid ground and man the rappel system as you climb.

the last two days have been hell, but you’re nearly done the job. just one day more, one more good harvest, and then you can be off this god-forsaken planet and never return.

you hear him enter and shed his jacket before you see him. you really don’t want to open your eyes, not with sleep lying just beyond your grasp.

but ezra’s footfalls are heavy and his patterns are undeviating. if you don’t ask for a moment of peace before he has the chance to descend into his long monologues about god-knows-what, you will be up until well after you’ve eaten, nodding along in exhausted dedication to hear him out this one last tale.

you sit up, but keep your eyes shut. with a heavy sigh, you fist your hands against your legs. “ezra, i am so tired i could cry, so i would really appreciate it if we had just... a few hours of quiet... so i can rest.”

ezra doesn’t say anything for a long time, and you can feel his eyes on your face.

you open your eyelids slowly. you’re prepared to meet a stern-faced ezra, expression nonplussed or offended. however, he simply stares at you from across the room with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

“you have been quite the assiduous worker the last few days, little bird,” he says, his voice a rumble in his chest. “not to mention, placed in moments of great peril and remained unwavering in spite of it.”

you shake your head. “you were never going to let me fall.”

he slides the worn leather gloves from his hands and tosses them to the side. “no, i would never intentionally.” he tilts his head, lifting his brows. “but had a brisk wind relaxed my hold on the slack-lines? or a sudden hoop-and-holler from the woods distracted me?”

“stop,” you warn, returning to your stomach on the cot. “i don’t want to think about that.”

“of course not.”

you close your eyes, effectively blocking him from view. “i just want to sleep a little bit.”

when he hums in approval, he sounds close—closer than he had been before. you push the thought from your sleep-cloudy mind. “of course.”

minutes pass, and you easily slip beneath a thin veil of sleep. it’s hard to sleep deeply on a planet like treval (yet another reason why prospecting here sucks). the jungle is always alive with activity—a combination of unseen animals calling to one another and long tree branches whacking against the pod’s frame. the rest you do find is enough, though. especially now, with your bones as weary as they are and your muscles as sore as they’ve ever been.

a pair of firm, warm hands come to rest on your shoulders, and you startle.

“oh!” you gasp, somewhere between reality and a dream world.

ezra’s voice is soft as he works to calm your fears. “hush, dear heart,” he whispers. his breath fans the side of your face, and you relax, falling back to the pillow, eyes still shut.

he moves his palm across the expanse of your back before turning to your shoulder. “it is on my account that you find yourself so plagued with fatigue. i made you scale those mountains, and for that, i offer you my most profound apologies.”

he squeezes his fingertips along your tense muscles. “it is merely that i am larger than you, both in height and relative muscle bulk. i fear that you would not be able to hold me steady from fifty feet below.”

he continues to massage your shoulders, his thumbs digging beneath a knot in your shoulder blades. you bite your lip to keep from groaning.

“it is easier for me to keep an eye on you as you ascend the mountains.”

something in your back pops and floods your body with relief. it’s getting harder and harder to listen to ezra and the dulcet sound of his voice with his hands working on you this way. he feels far away but so close at the same time. you swallow hard.

“and, if i am to be a gentleman and confess my sins, i must admit that the view is a mite more pleasant from below.”

if you didn’t feel so close to bliss, the knots and pinched muscles soothed under ezra’s touch, you would whack his arm. as it is, you can feel yourself drifting toward sleep again—no matter how much you want to stay awake now.

“tomorrow, we will scavenge the jungle floor. i am sure the object of our mission grows within the earth, not simply the highlands.”

you manage to respond to this with a muffled oof when he kneads against a particularly tight bundle of nerves.

suddenly, his hands stop. you want to protest, to beg him for more, but then he presses his palm to the back of your head. you can feel his thumb work along the pattern of your hair, and you feel all the more at ease.

“sleep now, little bird.” he kisses the top of your head and remains by your side until you fall into your first restful sleep in days.

#ezra x reader #ezra (prospect)#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pm writes

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lovelysoftblue · 4 years ago

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♡ Pillow Talk w/Day6 ♡

Hello guys! Thank you anon for requesting this! :D this is pillow talk with Day6!

Apparently, I was wrong on the definition of ‘pillow talk’. I thought it was just the conversations a couple has before going to bed--which it is in part but it is the conversation they have after s-- when they’re falling asleep 😬😬 yeah. For the purposes of this reaction and ones with this content in the future, lets just imagine ‘pillow talk’ has the original meaning I thought it was 😇

Brian:

would do more listening then talking

when he did comment though, it would be piggybacking off of something you said

not the type to really do pillow talk

not because he doesn’t like it or anything, he does enjoy it (i know this for a fact, i called him abt it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

but because he would be easy to fall asleep

would love the sound of each other’s breath falling asleep

it’s like calming asmr

anytime he would be awake though

is if

he wanted

the s word ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I don’t write smut so I’ll leave that to your imagination~

but just know

it would look something like this ( ͡˵° ͜ʖ ͡°)˘◡˘)

you peacefully sleeping and then...

( ͡˵° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡˵° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡˵° ͜ʖ ͡°)

okay lemme stop now

Sungjin:

definitely without a doubt would sing you to sleep

you guys would just be talking about whatever and then he would start singing out of nowhere

really crazy stuff because it would feel like you were at a concert

but since you were falling asleep, it would be like some kind of weird dream-like state

but overall really good, 10/10 would recommend again

and you’d want him to do that every night

but unfortunately, bob the builder is busy fixing stuff all the time oops x(

Wonpil:

would stare at your face lol

compliment your features

looking at each detail and such

touching your face, your cheeks

not them cheeks u nasties ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and would just talk about casual stuff

how you’re day went, what your plans were for tomorrow

all the while his arms around you, hands holding each other

just a cute soft vibe y’know?

might try something if he’s in the mood though 👀

only if you wanted to though

he would also sing you to sleep if you wanted him too :) ♫

Dowoon:

imma be honest, this man would be out like a LIGHT so fast

but let’s say he did stay up right

I would see him stroking your head, praising you to another day’s end

I also wouldn’t see him as the type for pillow talk

he would be mainly into ways of just falling asleep lol

he would probably play music in the back as well

just snuggle up to each other and fall asleep, that’s all he wants

cuz baby is t i r e d

he would stay up for your sake and would listen to anything you say to him

but just don’t be surprised if you’re in the middle of a really interesting blurb, and this man is schlump

but his eyes are open 👁️👁️

im kidding im kidding

but wouldn’t that be funny? he’s not responding so you thought he went to sleep

you turn around to face him to see his eyes are wiiiiide open 👁️👁️

kinda scary ^^ but he’d be chillin sleeping doe lolol

Jae:

would talk about really weird stuff

like super weird stuff

“have you ever tried hotdog with mayo? it’s good~ try it 🤗”

weird boy weird thoughts

would have many of stories to tell

mainly stories that had conflict or some kind of weird situation he overcame

“modern problems need modern solutions” you would hear that a lot from him during these moments

might accidently call you mom bc of how sleepy he is loool

but honestly though? i feel like he would have too much energy, even if it is 3am

so you’d probably be the first one to fall asleep

he would talk your head off to sleep lol

then he’d just be talking to himself, realizing that you went to sleep an hour ago lmao

#day6 #day6 reactions #kpop #kpop reactions #jae #young k #sungjin #wonpil #dowoon #park jaehyung #kang younghyun #park sungjin #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #my day #kpop scenarios #kpop pillow talk

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ladyfawkes · 4 years ago

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THIS IS THE 2ND UPDATE IN 10 DAYS!!! FINALLY posted latest chappy....I spent an hour or two wrangling with the text editor on AO3. OY!! I hope y'all enjoy!! =) I'm not getting much feedback so it's difficult to tell if people are actually liking it or not. Tangled Just Before Ever After Chapter 3/? : Eugene's One and Only Current Word Count: 8040 Chapter 3 Summary: More satisfying character interaction. More homages. A nice loooooooooooong chapter, too. This is just too delicious to skip or gloss over, especially considering the happy couple likely only gets a few hours all to themselves before reintroducing Rapunzel to the royal family....and nothing is ever quite the same for them again.

Chapter 3: Eugene's One and Only “And...is that height a bad thing?” Eugene asked, trying to break the tension. His attempt at levity flew right over Rapunzel’s head, however.

“Of course it isn’t bad --” she said hastily, holding up her hands.

“Because I can slouch if you want,” Eugene interrupted, trying a bit harder this time, his shoulders slumping over so suddenly that it even startled Pascal a little. “How’s this, now?” The sight of Eugene arduously trying to appear permanently humpbacked, even with his lush upper body was so ridiculous that both Rapunzel’s and Pascal’s eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped. A spontaneous snicker escaped Rapunzel in spite of herself and one of her hands flew to her mouth.

“So….no?” deadpanned Eugene, on a roll now. “Because I can always go lower, you know.” Then he bent his knees until he was bow-legged in combination with the super-slouch, and he was schlumping around in front of her, back and forth, like some court jester. Rapunzel and Pascal burst out laughing. When he was satisfied the tension was fully dispersed, Eugene dropped the goofball routine, happy to see that Rapunzel’s nervousness had disappeared. The young man never wanted her to be afraid of him, even if it was merely over their height difference.

“That’s my girl,” Eugene grinned and affectionately set his hand against her cheek. Rapunzel perked up even more after he said it. “Hey, that’s really what I am now, aren’t I??” she replied wondrously, covering his hand with her own. “I’m your girl!!”

“Only if you wish to be,” Eugene amended softly.

“Of course I do!” Rapunzel exclaimed. Unable to contain herself, she bounced from the pads of her feet to her toes. “More than anything!”, and she bubbled over, launching herself into his arms with such sudden and wild abandon that Eugene nearly lost his footing. As soon as he regained balance, Rapunzel again sealed her lips over his and urgently showed him just how much she wanted him, wanted to be his girl and nobody else’s.

After they came up for air, chests heaving, Eugene braced Rapunzel against him so their foreheads could touch. “I want to be your girl,” she whispered, still breathless from their most recent dalliance. “Eugene’s girl.” And oh, how Eugene’s heart soared! “I believe you,” he answered fervently, positively giddy at the prospect. He could have sung….Eugene’s girl, indeed!!! It still sounded so fresh to his own ears. For Eugene hadn’t ever dared to approach a girl before; that territory had been exclusively reserved for one Flynn Rider. Until just two days prior, Eugene had always felt too shy or insecure to approach girls as his authentic self. Now he knew he’d found a great woman who wanted him for who he was, and not just for good looks, not for a projected façade, not for his illegal skills, nor ill-gotten gains, nor anything else. But it wasn’t just that.

For the first time in his life, Rapunzel had actually made Eugene love hearing the sound of his given name. It was both an unintended consequence and serendipitous gift. As far as Eugene was concerned, this gift was every bit the mystical miracle that Rapunzel’s tears saving him had been. Even the lilting musicality of the way she pronounced “Eugene” made it all uniquely special. He felt almost silly for asking, but he just had to hope she would "get" it. And as intuition would have it, he was right.

“Could you….could you say that again? For me, please?” he requested, so softly that Rapunzel nearly had to ask him to repeat himself. His thumb gingerly skimmed her bottom lip as he cupped her chin in his hand. She gazed into his eyes questioningly, but only for a mere second before she understood.

“I’m Eugene’s girl!” Rapunzel stated proudly, her smile beaming even brighter than midsummer’s day.

Overcome with lover’s euphoria, Eugene lifted her high above his head as effervescent laughter escaped from his throat, filling the air. Rapunzel’s laughter immediately joined him as he spun his princess in tight happiness circles across the cleared portion of the floor...and back. Hearing her say that with such love and sincerity meant more than he'd ever imagined.

Following their spinning, it was Eugene’s turn to be breathless as he pondered, utterly awestruck, “Whatever did I do in my miserable life to deserve someone like you?” He trailed a fingertip down from Rapunzel’s forehead and booped her nose. His question was rhetorical, of course, but the young woman answered him anyway.

“Hmmm…” Rapunzel considered. “Maybe it's because you….finally made some better life choices?” she quipped, with a twinkle in her eye.

“PffffSHahahaHAHA!!” The simple baldness of her reply caught Eugene so off-guard that he instantly released Rapunzel and burst into raucous guffaws in spite of himself. “I--I--” he attempted to reply but continued spluttering through his laughter so hard that tears leaked from his eyes. “I cannot argue with that! Not even a little bit!” And wow, did Eugene ever need this release! It had been one hell of a morning (or week) -- even according to Flynn Rider standards -- that’s for damned certain.

Rapunzel pondered innocently, “How can a person even ‘deserve’ another person, anyway?” Her face scrunched up in genuine confusion, which in turn made Eugene want to boop that adorable button nose of hers again. He had enough tact to refrain, though. She continued “Besides, it isn’t about what you deserve….it’s about sharing what you have, right? Sharing time, life, and building new dreams together.”

“My dear Sunshine…..” and Eugene clasped her hands within his, “once again, you are correct.” He brought her right hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Before Eugene knew it, his diligent princess was once again checking up on his former wound.

“Sunshine, sweetheart, I can assure you that I’m quite all right at this time -- all thanks to you.”

“Yeah, I know….I know,” said the princess, hesitating. “It’s just that, well…..”

“...you keep waiting for life to drop the other shoe and just end the suspense? Get things over with already?” Eugene finished for her gently.

“Yes!” Rapunzel replied, “But….but how could you know? I’m always worried you’ll think I’m just being stupid or naïve or something...”

“I could never,” assured Eugene with utmost sincerity, shaking his head and again taking both of her hands in his own. He meant it, too. “And as far as me having anticipated your answer? That’s easy,” he said with a sad smile, “it’s because those self-defeatist emotions are nearly always born out of genuine need. It’s a hallmark of someone who never possesses quite enough. And admittedly," Eugene dipped his head back and forth in that self-deprecating way of his, "it's something I've seen an awful lot amongst those of us who must live life on the run. Your basic daily needs of food, clothing, shelter, and positive human companionship aren’t being met, no matter how hard you try,” he elaborated, looking down at the floor with a pained expression. Eugene tried hiding it, yet it seemed clear he seemingly wrestled with some long-buried memories that were closer to the surface than he’d let them come in a very long time. “And....then….without even realizing it, you become so accustomed to life’s tiniest happiness crumbs….that you actually start to believe it’s all there is to have. Without anything real to look forward to, you’ve overtrained yourself to deal with the inevitable, which winds up being…..” Eugene paused briefly in spite of himself before continuing.

“....bit-bitter disappointment,” finished Eugene acerbically, stuttering over the words. “Bitter disappointment,” Rapunzel said in unison with him.

“I’m so very sorry,” she continued worriedly, openly concerned that she had inadvertently caused Eugene to recall his own pained past, “we can talk about something else,” Rapunzel suggested. “The last thing I wanna do right now is dredge up painful memories from your childhood--”

“--it’s….it’s quite all right!” Eugene held up a hand and cut her off mid-sentence, eager to let her know that wasn’t at all the reason why he sounded so bitter and angry. "It's not what you're thinking."

Rapunzel was clearly puzzled. “Then….why were you sounding so harsh?” she tilted her head at him quizzically.

Again, she saw that sad, pinched smile -- and Eugene replied softly, much to Rapunzel's surprise, “It’s….it’s because I was thinking about your past, not mine -- that's all. Your upbringing….what it must’ve been like for you being lied to and promised things your whole life, only to have them yanked away when it mattered most.” He reached up a hand and tucked Rapunzel’s hair lock behind her ear and tugged her closer by grasping her wrists. She reflexively winced and sucked in a sharp breath.

“What is it?” Eugene hastily pulled back in alarm. “What’d I do?”

Rapunzel’s eyes had squeezed tight shut, and he looked down to see angry-looking red weals on her wrists from those god-awful manacles Gothel had shackled upon her that morning. Eugene gasped in spite of himself.

“Oh, Rapunzel," he indicated, his voice overflowing with guilt, "I’m--I’m so sorry!” For no reason at all, Eugene clearly felt personally ashamed it had taken him so long to notice these wounds of hers.

“I--it--really, it’s okay!!” Rapunzel reassured hastily, “truth be told, I didn’t even notice them myself until just now. Far too much happening at once, I suppose,” she smiled weakly.

If she weren’t already dead, Eugene would’ve had some very choice actions to visit upon Gothel at that time. Having been caught by some of the worlds most notorious bounty hunters and at times held in some of the world's most notorious prisons (however briefly), Rider had gotten far too familiar with nasty chafing from iron chains. In fact, it's the main reason he got such an infamous rep for picking locks. Pain can be an obnoxiously good motivator. But Eugene refused to dwell on that now.

“Do you have any healing salts?” he asked Rapunzel.

“Yes,” she said. “Across the floor in Gothel’s potions dresser. The second drawer on the left, clear corked bottle.”

“How about water and clean rags? Oh, and a small dish and spoon?”

“We’re out of water. But Gothel always got it from the spring behind the Tower. Spoon and saucer are over there in the cupboard.”

“The one with that waterfall? It’s also a water spring? That’s so cool!”

“Why, I s’pose it is!” Rapunzel agreed, having tilted her head in consideration. “I’ve never thought about it before.”

“I say we’ve definitely spent more than enough time in this place,” said Eugene, as he was gathering up a small bit of Rapunzel’s lengthy cut-off hair. “I have a feeling we’re gonna need this later,” he said seriously. Rapunzel was momentarily concerned with the sudden gravitas Eugene projected but it was gone before she could mention it to him.

Eugene was so pleased with Pascal’s helpfulness, he was nearly beside himself. As Eugene had turned toward the wall in order to tuck in his shirt properly without, ah, exposing things, the little chameleon had shown up at their feet again. This time he had Eugene’s satchel that contained Rapunzel's crown, the healing salts and clean rags, a dish and a spoon. “He’s so strong for something his size! Thank you, Froggy,” Eugene said, “for all your help. Just don’t hurt yourself, hmm?” And Eugene took his satchel from Pascal, who was suddenly indignant. He squeaked out something angrily to Eugene.

“It’s okay, Pascal,” Rapunzel soothed, “he was actually admiring your strength. Not insinuating that you are weak.”

“That’s right!” Eugene agreed, taking his lead from Rapunzel. “Pfffsh. Weak?? I could never think that. Not now, after watching you haul around something that’s gotta be 100x your size.” The little lizard grew proud and puffed up, and dropped the angry stance entirely.

“So,” Eugene turned to Rapunzel, who was again on the stairs, “were you needing anything else here?” He grabbed a purple ribbon from Pascal and tied it around the furled up lock of Rapunzel’s hair, stashing it carefully in his satchel. He slung the leather bag across his body.

“Nope,” Rapunzel stated firmly. “Nothing.” If Eugene was surprised by her resolve, he elected not to show it, instead saying, “Then let’s get the hell out of here.” And he looked around. “But….uhhhh,” he asked, suddenly stymied, “is there a way to get out of here that doesn’t require using the window?” He no longer had his arrows nor Rapunzel’s blonde hair to scale the side of the Tower.

“Over there is a trapdoor in the floor to a second staircase,” Rapunzel replied, pointing all the way across the floor.

“Right you are,” Eugene said, once again full of purpose. “However, as you are a barefoot maiden, I simply cannot have you pick your way across all that broken glass.” He bowed deeply to Rapunzel, much to her surprise. “Might I offer assistance to milady?” He straightened up and held out his arms to her where she stood above him on the stairs.

For a second or two, Rapunzel couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. After all, she really was royalty….but then she caught the quirk of his top lip.

“Oh, you….” she reached out and ruffled Eugene’s hair as they both laughed.

“In all seriousness, though, you can’t safely walk across this floor without shoes,” said Eugene and Pascal squeaked in agreement. “See? Even the Frog agrees with me.” Then, “Hey! I’m learnin’ your language, Froggy!” Eugene turned around to face Pascal, who had folded his arms in pretend annoyance. Yet Eugene’s enthusiasm made Pascal think better of it and the chameleon instead gestured the young man closer toward him on the floor. Eugene crouched down and Pascal hopped up on his knee, then up to his shoulder, and nuzzled against Eugene’s cheek. The man legit giggled. Like a little boy.

Rapunzel’s hands flew to her mouth in utter delight. She had no idea someone like Eugene was capable of laughing like that! It was so endearing that she was almost afraid of ruining the moment. In turn, Eugene had unexpectedly reached up toward the little chameleon. “And you’re ticklish, too!” exclaimed Eugene, as Pascal laughed in his own adorable scratchy-voice way.

As Eugene went to stand up with Pascal still on his right shoulder, Rapunzel said, “You’re right about the broken glass and my bare feet. “I saw someone in the town square doing this one thing….carrying someone on their back. Could we try that?”

“One piggyback across the broken glass, coming up!” confirmed Eugene with a smile. He stood with his back in her direction and instructed her to gently wrap her arms about his neck. “I’m gonna reach my arms backward and hook them behind your knees, okay?”

“Okay!” Rapunzel answered, with far more confidence than she felt. She needn’t have worried, though. Eugene’s arms were so large that even while reaching backward, he could support most of her thighs on just his forearms. It was only after he had situated her around his hips that it occurred to Rapunzel just how intimate her position could be. Instantly she had become supremely aware of just what proximity this piggyback might bring for the two of them. Pascal was also watching her, having hopped from Eugene’s shoulder to hers.

“Are you all situated, then?” Eugene asked. Rapunzel got the distinct impression it wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question. “Mhm…” she replied distantly, trying to deal with the sudden electrifying sensations overtaking her body as she sat with her legs around Eugene’s hips, her arms surrounding his neck and shoulders. “Off we go, then….” he continued.

Rapunzel’s lustful little button nose inadvertently brushed the nape of his neck. As she took in the now-intoxicating scent of his hair, Rapunzel quite nearly forgot how to breathe as Eugene’s walking motions across the floor awakened something deep within her netherregions. With each step he took across the floor, Rapunzel’s own hips involuntarily twitched and quivered a little bit more beneath her.

How was this possible?! A mere two days prior, when she had freaked out over the terror-bunny, Rapunzel had unintentionally wound up on Eugene’s back in a fit of pique. Back then she hadn’t felt anything like how she felt now; rather, she had been extremely embarrassed afterward! Yet the feelings she had at this very moment -- ones that made her want to bury her face into the man’s soft silky hair and the urge to wrap her legs and her entire self around Eugene and never let go weren’t exactly unpleasant but they were definitely unfamiliar. Unable to fully suppress a sound between pleasure or longing from escaping her throat, Eugene came to an abrupt stop and worriedly asked her if she was still okay. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” she quickly replied, trying desperately not to blush yet again.

“Are you sure?” Eugene asked, showing uncanny perception with his ability to know when Rapunzel was keeping something from him.

The young woman quickly slid off of Eugene’s back and onto the floor by the trapdoor. Mumbling a distracted “thank you” to him, the princess mentally resolved to herself to have no more piggybacks until further notice. And to think she had so erroneously believed piggybacks would be a bit less intimate than having Eugene outright traditionally carrying her in his arms....

Rapunzel opted to let Eugene believe that her current, ah, frustrations(??) were related to something else other than the pinching tightness growing in her groin. It was just too blasted intimidating at that time to even think about bringing up her newness with romantic physical intimacy, especially with someone like him.

“Yes,” Rapunzel finally answered Eugene. That clipped reply had sounded almost mechanical, even to her…..and utterly foreign. The perceptive man folded his arms and replied gently, “Wellllll, that doesn’t sound very convincing. At all. Sooo...out with it. You can tell me anything, you know.”

“I’m--just--” she stuttered, not certain where to begin, only to blurt out, “have…..have you had many women?”

Eugene’s eyes widened and he blanched. He had known this was coming but he hadn’t expected the questions to come quite so soon. In his mind, the only woman Flynn Rider ever truly had was his ex-fiancé. And even then….he’d learned Stalyan had been such an over-controlling viper that it was her who’d secretly manipulated him into proposing in the first place. His discovery of the following became a huge part of why he’d walked away from her in the end.

Not to mention that in large part, Stalyan had been directly responsible for grooming him into the womanizer he had become. Once upon a time, when he was very young and still extremely naïve, it’s true that quantity of sexual conquests was what he sought -- exactly like most randy teens. Along came Stalyan who was so hyper-attractive and had such animal magnetism that it was almost unreal. She was six years his senior when she first recruited him and Lance and it had been far too simple for her to mold, coerce, and gaslight the impressionable 15-year-old Flynn into doing and becoming whatever she wanted.

But how on earth was Eugene going to explain all of that to his dearest Rapunzel without scaring her away?? He was already almost too terrified to even approach Corona again -- especially in light of his most recent escape that was witnessed by the entire royal guard -- though he wouldn’t let Rapunzel see the depth of his fear. The last thing Eugene needed to do was arm the noose-happy Captain with the knowledge of even more of Rider’s lousy past.

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