#the one where his in the cave it look nice n fluffy

[wooly-nooly]

SOMEONE TEACH III THE CURL CARE PLEASEPLWASEPELAKSMSNNS CURLY OR EVEN WAVY III I NEED IT RAGGHGGGHHHHH sorry i need it viscerally

silly thing me and my mom noticed while in florida and also looking at photos of III at outdoor shows

the humidity makes his hair curl and i love it

my hair does the same thing and i constantly have to maintain a hydrating routine otherwise it doesn’t curl.

so someone needs to do a curl routine on III, i need his curls out NOW

[seangelfish]

hii 💕 i wanted to request hcs of mayoi, rinne and rei (separately obv), about them being all needy, clingy and annoying to their s/o hehe ^_^ (nsfw too pls, with afab they/them reader 🙏🙏)

A/N: Honestly, I had no idea how to even incorporate NSFW into this request because it just seems more of a fluffy than a sexy request lmao so please bare with me on this one. However, I actually enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading! ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝♡ I need to fuck Rei.

WHEN THEY'RE NEEDY OF THEIR S/O

Featured characters: Mayoi Ayase, Rinne Amagi, Rei Sakuma ♡ Tags: Smut (NSFW), established relationships (separate), gn!AFAB reader (no mention of pronouns), unprotected sex, creampie, soft & vanilla sex, handjob, riding, missionary, oral (receiving and giving), bondage, headcanons but also written as a bullet point fic(?), not proofread! ♡ Word count: 1,988 ♡ Synopsis: HCs of how the three would act towards you in their 'time of need.'

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

MAYOI AYASE

After a while, when he's finally comfortable in the relationship where he can act clingy around you, he'll annoy you with his need for your affection and touch.

He'll never make a move on you first though. He doesn't want to 'damage' you, so he'll always wait on your initiative. He'll let you do anything to him, but he wouldn't dare do anything to harm you even if it's just sex.

He wants to hug you like he usually does, but this time, the feeling's a little different. He thinks that he'll lose your trust if he touches you when he's feeling aroused. So, if he's feeling needy for your touch, he'll stutter it out.

"(Y-Y/N)..." he whimpers. "P-Please touch me..."

The way he looks at you, begging you to touch him, turns you on. Since he has asked you so nicely, you have decided to fulfil his needs as you begin to rub his clothed cock.

He's a stuttering, whimpering mess. His face is flushed red as it already forms sweat. He continues to act needy, begging you to keep going.

"Wah... (Y/N)... t-touch me more... p-please..."

That's when you unbuckle his belt and slip his pants off. Being annoyingly needy has its consequences~

"Alright, this is what you asked for~" you sing. "Get ready."

Therefore, whenever he acts so desperate and needy for your attention, you tease him a bit. You don't give him what he wants as quickly as you should've, but he doesn't mind. He feels like he deserves it, that he should beg and wait for it. He doesn't mind if you stroke his cock ever so slowly, that you let go midway as he's about to come. As long as your hands are touching him, he's happy.

He knows you're not mean, that you just won't let him finish. So, he's patient, and he'll wait for the time you allow him to come.

He'll probably annoy you with words such as "Ah~ (Y/N)... p-please... please let me come..." and even cling onto your arm. However, you like this a little too much.

Him annoyingly begging for you to come? Music to your ears. You love your adorable, needy Mayoi, and you're going to let him come, alright.

When he's on edge where he can't hold it in anymore, that's when you speed up your strokes. "Let out lots for me, darling~" you soothe. "Y-Yes, dear..." he breathes as the tip of his dick gushes out with handfuls of cum. It's a beautiful sight to see.

You clean him up with your mouth, licking his cum all up before kissing him roughly. "Like the way you taste?" you ask him, but he can only let out a whimper. You're definitely the dom in this relationship.

He's definitely exhausted, but it seems like he wants more by the way he has kept you in place. Well, you weren't complaining because you wanted to do him more too.

When you undress yourself, his face becomes even more red than it was earlier.

Yet he loves it when you stuff his dick into your pussy. He loves the tightness of it, how your walls cave in on him. You don't even let him touch you when you ride him either, but it's okay because he feels ecstatic. He feels so good that he's moaning even louder. He's also glad that you're enjoying yourself too. Your moans are cute and he wants to drown himself in the sound.

You make out with him as you grind on his cock. He enjoys the feeling so much that he's about to come again. He warns you and you force him not to come until you allow him to. He easily obeys even if it's hard to do so.

"Ahh~ (Y/N)... I can't hold it in a-any longer!" he wails. "P-Please... f-forgive me for asking too much of y-you...!"

When you finally let him come again, you continue with your act. Why not overstimulate him? He's been begging you for your touch, so why not give it all to him?

RINNE AMAGI

Whenever Rinne's needy for your touch, he's really annoying about it. He clings to you, saying nothing but sweet, sexy things to you. Usually, you'd comply because seducing you usually works, but this time you were just too tired.

He's still trying though since he's already brick hard, but you just didn't want to have sex with him in that moment! You just wanted to doze off and take a nap, but he's so persistent.

"Please, my love?" he pleads as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck whilst spooning you.

Of course, if you truly didn't want to do it, then he'll leave you alone, but he can tell by your body language that you did want to partake in it. After all, you've been rubbing your ass on his dick for a while now.

However, you were still kind of tired, so you had let him do everything this session as you rested your eyes for a bit.

He's usually not this needy, but it's a nice sight to see. He took his clothes off before stripping you down. Then he left trails of kisses from your neck to your chest, taking little nibbles at your breasts.

"Argh... I wanted you so bad, you don't understand," he says. "Today's been rough."

When he inserts his cock inside you, he lowers his body down so the two of you can hold each other. However, since you were dozing off to sleep, you're not exactly reciprocating his feelings. This makes him more annoyingly needy as he tries to wake you up, breathing into your mouth as he kisses you roughly.

"(Y/N)... please..." he whines. He usually doesn't whine like this, but it sounds nice. "I can't do this on my own... I want you to do it with me..."

Because he's being so cute, you end up following his needs. You wrap your legs around his back, returning all the kisses that he has given you. He thrusts into you slowly and the two of you moan into each other's mouths as you make out.

You try your hardest not to mention how cute he's being, though. Otherwise, he'd stop. You know how Rinne is.

He will keep moaning your name when he's in this state. "Ahhh~ Fuck... (Y/N)... You feel so good around my dick... Shit..." he groans into your ear. "Argh, (Y/N)... Fuck... Please don't go to sleep..."

Having him wrapped around your finger like this feels great. Maybe you should keep him going? Well, that is what you wanted him to do to begin with, but he's begging you. He doesn't usually do this. So, you WILL make the best of it.

As Rinne fucks you, you drift off into a light slumber. He's kind of upset that you're not paying attention to him anymore, but he'll make do. He'll fuck your body awake if he can, but knowing you, you'd probably sleep through it.

So as he speeds up his pace, trying to get off on you, he continues to whimper out your name. "Ahh... ahh... please... (Y/N)~" So annoying. You were trying to sleep for real this time. 'But fuck, it feels good,' you think.

He's been leaving you hickies everywhere too, trying to jerk you awake, but you don't let him win. You like the way he's moaning right now, so you're going to savour it.

When he comes inside you, he falls into your chest, breathless. "(Y/N)... you were so mean to me today..." he breathes. "Fuck..."

Needy Rinne is something you could get used to~

REI SAKUMA

Rei is constantly needy for your affection whatever it may be. He is the definition of clingy. When he is in need of your touch, he'll get on his knees and beg for it. He'll kiss the back of your hands, your palms – whatever you need him to kiss, he'll do it. He's so down bad for you, it's crazy.

But it's also so hot.

Because despite his clingy, needy days, you're the one who's usually pestering him to put his cock inside you. It's a nice change to see him beg for you now.

And you just love the way he begs.

However, even when he's the one who's begging you to touch him, to make him come, you're one to use this opportunity to have him eat you out instead.

"You'll get your reward once you do this for me~" you purr.

And because he's so desperate to have you suck on his cock or to have you ride him, he'll do whatever you want. He was already on his knees, so it was perfect. With your thighs spread apart, he digs in. Licking your pussy like a hungry dog, his dick was getting harder and harder by the second. Oh, he wanted you so bad. And the way you were moaning by the touch of his tongue? He wanted to hear you scream his name once his cock was shoved inside you.

"Ah~" you moan. "That's it... ah~ that feels so good~"

Once you came, he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, awaiting his turn. "(Y/N), please... please fuck me..."

"Since you've been such a good boy," you begin. "I'll do what you ask~"

The two of you like exploring different ways to pleasure the other, so this time, you had Rei tied up. Bound to a chair with ropes wrapped around his wrists behind his back, you slowly insert yourself down his shaft, causing a moan to escape his lips. He's excited at the predicament he's in. This is so alluring to him. Perhaps he should have you do this to him more...

With your arms looped around his neck, you start grinding on his cock. It's unfortunate that he can't touch you with his hands, so he'll use his mouth instead. Biting at your earlobe, Rei continues to groan at the pleasure you're giving him. He'll start begging for more. He'll beg you to ruin him, and that's something you can never say no to.

"Gyah~ ahh... (Y/N), my love, I... gah..." he chokes as he moans, saliva forming in his mouth. He looks so red right now, red as the tomato juice he usually drinks. He's sweating too, his hair a mess. It honestly turns you on a little bit more. "I want to touch you... please..." he begs.

"I'm sorry, dear, but you can't!" you chirp. "After all, I'm just giving you what you've asked for... my needy, little vampire boyfriend deserves this, does he not?"

His face is already red as it is, but he's flushed by this. His dick twitches and you can feel it inside you.

"You can't come yet," you order, your tone stern. You grip his fringe back to reveal his bare forehead. He likes this side of you since you're usually so sweet, and you still are as you give him a little kiss on his forehead. And now he wants you even more.

He tries to laugh, but the pleasure that you're giving him is so good that all he can let out are beautiful moans. "More..." he groans. "(Y/N), please... ahh~ make me produce lots of cum..." "Of course, my love, but you better not let it all out until I tell you to~"

And he obeys. He's a moaning mess, his body sweating, his hair tangled up. "Ahhh~ (Y/N)~ Fuck... ahh... you're making me feel so good, my love... But I can't keep it in any longer..."

You slow down, kissing his lips softly. "Then come, my love." As he comes inside you, he moans out your name, his body shaking all over. You could feel his seed fill you up. It makes you moan too, the way he fills you up is addicting.

Even when you pull yourself up from his dick, he keeps coming. His dick is still hard and it's still squirting out strings of thick cum. What a pretty sight, to see your beautiful, dark-haired boyfriend who's always composed be so pathetic. Although, he is already kind of pathetic sometimes.

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Fan girl ( Mickey garcia x reader)

summary : when bob is sent from the hard deck to his little sisters sos message well she is not what they expect

warnings : other then shitty friend it's mostly goofy fluffy fun. mutual pining , slight age gap like ten years or less , idiots in love nerdy good fun , dry humping is as smutty as this part goes next part will be more spicy if another part is wanted that is ?

The hard deck well was the hard deck , the place filling up , tag chasers sizing up what  would be their goal for the night as the naval officer done the same.   bob nursed his ginger ale listening to phoenix talking away to him and javy , watching rooster and jake sizing the sea of woman as well as each other like a competition  and listening to fanboy talking about the latest season of some fantasy show he was watching as payback simply asked what he done last night  . that was til the buzzing of his phone pulled from his pocket looking at the string of texts coming up , he knew she was in san diego , they planned to meet up some point  but what he didn’t expect an SOS  and his little sister almost begging him to get her .  He tensed up standing almost spilling his soda . 

“ hey what’s wrong” phoenix asked concerned tone pulling his fellow dagger squads attention. 

“ i gotta go my little sister is in trouble and needs me , shit where are my key” he panicked looking around. 

“ pocket come on” nat took the keys from his pocket placing them in his hand. 

“ hey i’ll pay your tab” she smiled softly as he nodded . 

“ we’ll come too incase “ rooster pulled the nearest to him which happened to be hangman and fanboy . 

Rushing out he was scared shitless afraid of what was going on and what trouble she could of gotten into at a comic book convention . 

The crowd thick ,  eager  fans pushing and shoving dying to  get a touch even a glimpse of the panels and their stars  and usually she was the same . an eager bunny ready to hear the plans and spoilers to a new movie coming .  But now she felt small , tiny as she looked down at her costume , the cosplay she took months perfecting  and yet the whole mood soured by her so called best friend and her weird ass boyfriend . it was honestly so childish and petty but hell her family told her to watch out for that one  and now she was stranded at a convention in san diego the only upside was her brother being stationed here somewhere she was unsure where but honestly the “ i told you so “ lecture would be worth it if it meant she wasn’t left alone in a big place she no idea where she was .   a few  saw her distress eager to help even offering to stay with her while she  text her brother  and if he was coming they would stay til she was safe .  and they did but she eventually told them she was fine making her way out to the entrance knowing her brother was on the way . it really wasn’t her fault and should of seen it coming the whole trip was iffy carrying the bags of her back as she soldiered on to out to the front.  She felt sick and scared and now she was crying outside dressed up while people looked at her like she was some kind of weirdo . 

“ hey sweetcheeks what’s the tears for “ a voice called looking to see a dude coming her way dressed as batman not even a good batman more dollar store kind. 

“ i’m ok i just wanna be alone thank you “ she sniffled moving away .

“ come on don’t be like that  you shouldn’t cry your too hot too cry”  he smiled hand coming to her cheek as she pulled away . “ come on i’m nice guy” he said standing to her closer .

“ stand back “ she snapped only for him to pull her arm harder and her knee to come up hitting him so hard honestly she turned his balls into  a bat cave sending him  groaning to the ground only the dude seemly wasn’t happy to be bested as he pulled her again . 

“ LET HER GO” was all she heard and seen was her brother and three men charging towards her. 

“ fuck off man we’re talking “ the man groaned still trying to push past the pain . 

“ no were are not douche wayne” she stomped on his foot and  grabbing her bags and running to her big brother .   as he went to follow her only for bob to pull her behind him . 

“ i’d walk if i were you these ain’t costumes little boy” the tall blonde smirked as  the man finally caught a look ,   his face draining of any color staring up at the men before him .  walking away muttering something about her being “ a bitch anyway” . 

“ what the hell why you alone where’s annabelle “ bob asked checking her over making sure she wasn’t hurt although her arm was red. 

“ she left me here , her stupid boyfriend kept making sleazy comments and she blamed me after i told him stop  she got my bags and stuff out of her car and they drove off left me here” she sniffled tears filling her eyes. 

“ come on we get you back to mine knew she was a snake “ he gruffed, throwing his coat over her body . 

“ thank you and you guys “ she turned to see his friends all bashful smiled thrown her way . 

“ Did you know bob’s sister was hot” rooster whispered as the two men shook their  heads . 

“ hey baby on board you gonna introduce us to this sweetheart” the blonde called . 

“ hangman  , rooster , fanboy this is my little sister y/n  , y/n this is three of the  seven dagger squad member .. now there come “ he said still pissed she was left stranded and hell annabelle was definitely not gonna be let off with it when he told his other two sisters . she was the baby of the family of course they were protective . 

She sat in the car , she just wanted to get in her pj’s and binge a comfort show but now she was hyper aware of the beautiful ass men in the back seat of  the car . 

“ nice costume darling “ the blonde drawled . 

“ its a cosplay man , right pretty girl..who is it ? “ the mustache man scoffed before a sweet smile turned to her . 

“ Daenerys targaryen “ the one with the kind eyes spoke up.  “ violet eyes “ he explained. 

“  exactly you got that from the white hair and violet eyes most people thought i was Rhaenyra since the whole house of dragons thing “ . 

“ i recognised the clothes from the season one when she was with the dothraki” he spoke up getting more animated as the other two looked completely lost .

“ hey ten point to ..” she paused unsure which one he was but she was guessing who it might be. 

“ fanboy ma’am but mickey is fine” he smiled . 

“ well ten points for mickey “ she giggled . 

“ hey that’s show were they have sex and dragons right” the blonde asked. 

“ yes but it more to it hangman right … i’m bradley “. 

“ he’s right a lot more than sex and dragons but they are cool too i guess” she snorted only for her phone to start buzzing . “ you called mama” she squeaked . 

“ sorry” bob winced although he was on partly sorry . 

“ hey mama … no i’m ok now bobby got me … yeah i’ll stay with him tonight … no mama i haven’t even told him that part” she whined .  

“ told me what?” . 

“ fine i’ll put you on speaker “ she sighed . 

“ bobby baby she can stay with you when she moves there right?” 

“ MAMA im a grown ass woman” she exclaimed .

“ bobby ?” her mother voice called . 

“ of course she can” he nodded . 

“ y’all can hear me right “ she turned to the guys in the back who eagerly nodded.  “ you  know i’m twenty two years old right i ain’t a baby” she called down phone. 

“Thanks bobby “ her mother called.

“Whoops bad signal” she rolled her eyes hanging . 

“ real mature grown up” bob chuckled as he hit the answer button on his car and she groaned face red of course this would happen around the hot guys .

Pulling into bobs  driveway she barely spoke given he was too busy talking to their mom and then it was their dad soon the whole family as she honestly was wondering if the creepy batman was a better choice after all.  She stood stretching out as the guys got out the car too even bob was slightly confused. 

“ can you order pizza bobby i need to shower and wallow for the night maybe watch a movie or two maybe avengers or something”she smiled weakly . 

“Ohh good choice  nat and the guys are on their way “ rooster smiled brightly .

“ oh cool well i’ll go shower” she ran into the house as bob looked into the groupchat . 

“ really hangman “ he rolled his eyes.  “ baby on boards got hot ass sister you gotta see this”  he read the message out . 

“ hey i mean since she gonna be living in san diego it good she has friends right “ he patted his arm heading in the house a swagger on him  ready to  put on his A game .

 “ i won’t let bagman get your sister plus i feel like we had a connection “rooster called as he ran into the WSO  house. 

“ you not going to say anything?” bob look at his friend. 

“ wonder which avenger she like most i like the falcon or winter soldier“ fanboy mused walking with  bob .

It didn’t take long for nat , payback and javy to show up all curious to see how hot said sister was  til she walked out wearing sweats and oversized t-shirt , hair air drying free from the long white wig as she stood seeing more people standing in her brothers living room .  

“ hi i’m nat you must be y/n it nice to meet you “ the dark hair woman stood forward . 

“ nice to meet you too bobby told me all about you .. all of you actually kinda already know all your names “ she chuckled. 

“ yeah well ok come on lets get the movie on “ bob rolled his eyes as she made her way in  her eyes looking to see where to sit and seeing those kind eyes barely looking her eye or trying not to . 

“ mind if i i sit here” she asked pointing to the spot as mickey just smiled the two not even acknowledging the shoving match of the other trying to get the other side til she felt herself bouncing slight. 

“ let watch the revengers huh sweetheart” jake flashed as flirty smile as both her and mickey’s heads shot in his direction . “ if it scary let me know , ill protect ya” he winked . 

“ dude it’s superheroes” rooster rolled his eyes .

“ what one should we watch ohhh maybe timeline order or  we could do mini marathon of them separately although it would only work for some maybe timeline order is best”she mused. 

“ timeline would be better although cause then if we went separately well we would have to watch the series” mickey agreed . 

“  i do need to rewatch the falcon and winter soldier” she nodded . 

“ lets watch that movie” jake nodded. 

“ it’s series no … we could switch and watch different franchise maybe star wars the new acolyte is out “ she mused. 

“ i have yet to watch that i’ve heard mixed review so i’m sort of well waiting to form my own opinion .. if you feeling the superhero vibe we could watch the boys “ he point out as the other were totally lost . 

“ that makes me want to watch supernatural i mean jensen ackles as soldier boy is wow but i do love me some dean winchester” she nodded in agreement. 

“ good omen always makes me wanna watch doctor who obviously david tenant is fantastic but he is my favorite doctor”he chuckled . 

“ oh my god you seeing what i’m seeing “ nat whispered as two nerded out . 

“ unfortunately i do” bob gulped. 

“ can we watch shawshank or something while they figure out well i don’t have a clue what they're even talking about now “ jake head tilted. 

“ i mean i love the last of us the casting is spot on but if they are  sticking to the source material and timeline i am so not looking forward to season two but i am so excited as well “ she sighed .  ( cause same ) 

“ are we invisible to them ?” javy asked looking around the room . 

“ i think that us out of the race “ rooster  chuckled . 

“ are we watching a movie or not” jake asked confused completely and utterly . 

“ oh shit sorry erm we could watch..” 

“ we’re gonna watch shawshank “ bob spoke up saving the whole room from another nerd session .   “ no talking steven king” he added making her mouth close. 

“ i was gonna ask if pizza was coming “ she huffed . 

“ steven king is cool though” mickey whispered making her nod eagerly . 

It was six month since her brother rescued her from being stranded in comic con , creepy batman and meeting his friends  who were also her friends even if she was ten years younger than them it still was nice being able to come to a new place and not feel so alone .  going to the hard deck being able to head to a group and not being a loser sitting on her own .  also another thing she loved was being able to be herself especially with mickey probably only one of the group who shared her love for the things of the nerdy side of life .  the two would talk from everything from gaming , anime and comics . most of time the rest of the group left them to it because it was like they were talking another language.  They did like watching it unfold even bob made his peace at thought of his friend and little sister maybe striking up some form of romance . the only thing that was stopping them was well them , both oblivious to the other feelings that even stevie wonder could see .  so maybe a little help would be ok , a little meddling would be helpful and give them the push they needed . 

She was getting ready knowing the dagger squad coming over for a night of gaming  which honestly she didn’t think twice about  knowing it was probably going to be a few games of mario kart  til jake says it not real game like pool or darts when he loses.  She felt a little silly doing her make up and hair nothing major but she like looking nice especially when a certain hot as fuck WSO was going to be there . she couldn’t help the crush that grown , he was well hot , nerdy and a sweetheart she didn’t even stand a chance .  yet anytime she flirted it was falling on deaf ears or unless it was his way of being kind and not out right rejecting her but hey it didn’t help to look right?. 

He was nervous  , like hands sweating as he walked up his fellow WSO porch all because he had a major crush on his little sister . He didn’t even have an excuse the moment he saw her as Daenerys he was  smitten and the more time he spent time and got to know her  that just made him a goner. Never had he connected with someone  so easily  getting to truly be himself yeah payback was his buddy but even he had to tell mickey to talk about something else , y/n didn’t and when she did it was talked about some just along the line of it .    her smile took his breath away , her eyes made him get lost in them  just everything about her had him falling more and more.

Just as he was about to knock bob open the door stepping out looking at the man smiling nervously before walking around as if he was leaving .

“ wait is it not game night?” he checked his phone checking he had the right night unless he conjured the whole thing .

“ please don’t mess up cause hangman said he has dibs “ was all bob said before running to his car and driving off.

“ where’s he going “ she asked standing at front door brows furrowed .

“Think flying finally caught up to the guys i think they forgot tonight i can go if you want” he curse the lame stupid mind of his .

“ i mean or you could say and we could actually play something decent don’t get me wrong the italian plumber is cool but well it nice to play other game with more to em “ she smiled widely .

“ Or hear me out we can actually watch something we like “ .

“ star war marathon ?”

“ star wars “ he confirmed as two ran into the house excitedly .

Working in a team as she got the snacks and drink and he got the movie up and ready internally screaming to calm the fuck down . his hands so sweaty he was would drop the remote out of his hand and the way his heart was beating she had to of heard it . he felt like a nervous teen being in presence of his crush those nerves pulsing through every fiber his body making him shiver at possibly of making a huge fool of him .

“ you ok .. cold here let me get you a blanket “ those eyes filled with concern or worry making him melt like a puddle maybe it was good thing having her doting on him like this and her attention yet that made him notice that was always something he had. He wondered why that was but the though went as fast as it came the moment She sat down putting The blanket On the two of Them only then he notice the light were dimmed god he needed to get his shit together .

Maybe she was too close way to close , he could probably hear how hard her heart was beating or the way her breathing was labored. hopefully the movie would help distract her , let her gather herself . She watched the text coming on mouthing the lines she seen so many before only to hear the mumbling of said words making her head turn to see mickeys mouth moving she couldn't stop it the giggle that spilled from her lips making his cheeks heat up.

“ sorry” he winced .

“ no don't be it cute“ she whispered unaware her world had on him . the whole time she tried and really tried keeping her eyes on the screen but it was hopeless when they would drift and land on mickey . studying every feature on his face those kind eyes , to the chiseled jawline

“ does he know how hot he is” she thought only it seemed she was thinking out loud .

“ does who know?” .

“ em han solo of course” of course her brain would betray her .

“ i think he does” he chuckled . “ really han solo?” he teased .

“ yeah like you're not gonna drool when leia gets in that bikini” she shot back. “ That is my next cosplay idea” she mused only for him to choke on the air and internally thank whatever god there was a blanket was covering in now. “ wow that bad?” she joked .

“ oh quite the opposite i mean jesus you might kill some dude with heatstroke it will that hot “ he absent mindlessly confessed.

“ i think your being too kind” she snorted .

“ i’m being deadly honest hell have you seen yourself you make jake nervous not that he admit it out loud but shit you would send a guy into cardiac arrest” .

“ yeah ok says the hottest guy ever “ she scoffed only to freeze .

“ hottest guy ever ?” he didn't know were this confidence came from but shot was he gonna question it .

“ so hot id give a dude a heart attack ? “ she countered.

“ i stand by what i said “ he turned so he was facing her the movie long forgotten in the background .

“ i stand by what i said” she copied his movement turning to face him , eyes darting to his lips biting her own .

“ can i .. i wanna kiss you so bad right now” he licked hos lips hands itching to touch her skin .

“ i kinda hope you do “ she smiled softly. that was it that was the ok he needed to surge forward pressing his lips on her . every cliche that she read , seen or heard . those things she felt skeptical about made her want to kick herself cause as she felt herself kissing mickey garcia she understood it all , felt it all . those firework , puzzle piece coming to get , lighting her own dark world , nerve coming alive sort of moment , the soft moan that came muffled by each other . his hand nestled at back of her head and other on her hip pulling her closer her hand scratching the back of his neck . hating her lungs and their stupid need for oxygen she pulled back slightly her head pressed again his delighting in the turn about in the night as he couldn't stop like he was addicted between taking breathes plant soft kisses upon her lips . the kiss starting again more heated as she straddled his lap feeling him nipping her lower lip as she gave him the entrance they both needed , that twirl and dance feeling the taste of each in a tango while his hand fell her hips . her skin heated, burning in a desire that only he could quench . the need building in her core needing the friction she ground down that delightful feeling of him growing hard beneath her , hands guiding her movement panting foreheads pressed together eye locked. blown lust filled pupil and lidded eye mirror between the two as groan came from his mouth and whimpers spilled from her . he could feel that winding and tightening feeling that was building like all his sense on her . only her scent filled his nose , only her sounds filled his ears and one her touch was all that matter . he was addicted not knowing how he went so long in life and never feeling this , fuck he felt like he was robbed . in all that both so lost in a bubble of lust it was lost on them the sound of a key in a door not til they heard the “ Hell yeah” that broke the spell , burst that bubble as mickey looked to see the horrified face of some of dagger squad and proud smile on hangmans .

“maybe you should come stay in mine” nat winced turning and leading bob out the door as hangman walked over high fiving his friend as others gave an awkward wave as the front door closed .

“ they're gone” he whispered abd yet her head didnt lift her cheeks were to red at the fact her brother just caught her like a horny teenager dry humping and heavy petting one of his friends well she was definitely never going to live that down .

“ hey come on” he kissed her cheek hand rubbing up her back she let out content hum at the feeling before she sat up .

“ did this a little backwards but i would love take you out …on a date” he smiled shyly .

“ take me out for breakfast but first mickey … take me to bed” she giggled grinding her hips down . her shrieks filled the house with how fast he lift her up fuck it she already got caught might as well go big or go home as he carried her down the hall .

[hey-august]

Helllooo!! Can you do

F, U, C, K, T, H, E, C, L, O, W, N

for the nsfw alphabet? 👀

Ty and have a nice day!! 🩵🩷

OH HECK YES. Thank you for this and I hope you have a fantastic day!! lolol I tried to think of a clever way to answer this, like doing YES PLS or BUGGY, but there are too many fun letters when it's to fuck the clown.

(NSFW Alphabet here)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Buggy likes to be on bottom. Ride him, pound him, just take care of him. Let him take a break from the spotlight for a moment (even if the show couldn’t go on with out him anyway). Even better when he’s seated. There’s something about the confines of a chair, luxury of a couch, or the power of a throne that gets his dick hard as a diamond.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s accidental at first. Really. All those little touches, feather light and fleeting, it’s because Buggy is nervous. N-not because he’s unsure about what to do! Definitely not! He just wants to make sure his partner likes what he does. Yeah, that’s it. But all that hesitation, all those moments that don’t last anywhere near long enough, it all builds up. And his partner is only moments away from grabbing the captain’s wrist and keeping him where he needs to be.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thick and creamy. A good amount, just right when spread across someone’s chest or face. Buggy’s cum gets a fair amount of distance at first, before it dribbles out the slit for the remainder of his orgasm. It’s a bit bitter and salty, since Buggy does not have the best diet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

…pegging. And double anal penetration. Buggy has fucked his own ass, no doubt about that. But to be stuffed with his own cock and by his partner? This clown is about to be out of commission for a few days. Only a few before he’s asking for it again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

At first Buggy wasn’t sure how he felt about toys, but he caved eventually. A dildo that he can use in place of his own dick so he can suck and gag on something while jacking off. Buggy also knows how to improvise. Need a gag? Or something to bind wrists? He has a bandana. Ropes and aerial silks are also available at the snap of a finger.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For a dirty pirate, Buggy cleans up pretty well. A dusting of chest hair in a lovely shade of blue. A taunting happy trail under his belly button that looks damn near artistic when saturated and smeared with precum and sex. And below the belt, it’s usually trimmed, but always a nice field of fluffy blue. Sometimes he forgets or just doesn’t want to cut it shorter. Secretly, he likes watching his partner’s nose burrow into the curls when he’s balls deep in their throat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think I could talk about this for days. It’s mixed. Sex? Intimate relationships? Buggy is not the most experienced there. He’s dabbled. Had a few auditions. A couple of callbacks, but none ever made it to curtain call. But Buggy is surprisingly experienced in regards to what he gets up to in his personal time. iykwim

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn’t mind tasting or eating his own cum. Has done it before because he didn’t want to get up and find something to clean his mess with.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Semi-public places! Bar bathrooms, quiet hallways or alleys, empty community rooms. Being able to hear noise from nearby people gets Buggy all riled up. Or knowing that someone could show up at any point and see him and his partner doing the deed… Deep deep down, it’s a weird form of acceptance to Buggy - his partner is willing to risk getting caught fucking the clown.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Buggy loves a sloppy blowjob. Loooooves giving and receiving those. Balls that are dripping wet with spit, lips and chin coated in drool, glazed glassy eyes. Hell yes. Eating pussy is one that Buggy needed some time to get into. He couldn’t really practice it on his own and his fucking nose seemed to get in the way more often. Eventually, it clicked. Seeing his facepaint smeared inside his lovers thighs makes him want to keep making a mess. Face deep in those wet folds, licking and eating like a ravenous dog. He’ll stay down there like it’s his fucking job.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Buggy has cockwarmed himself more than once. No, he’s not squirming because he’s nervous about the meeting.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CBT. It doesn’t quite do it for him and since Buggy can remove his own junk, it adds an extra layer of vulnerability that he’s not ready to deal with.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Christmas with you

♡ Eddie Munson x reader

♡ Summary: Eddie takes you shopping for Christmas trees.

♡ Warnings: none, fluff. Some suggestive themes.

A/n: While this is still a fluff piece, I'd rather minors didn't interact with my work. Please like, comment, and comment, reblog for support. Not proofread.

"What about that one?" You pointed over to a rather tall, very wide Christmas tree.

"Uhhh, babe, I don't think our ceilings are tall enough for that one." Eddie frowns. He hated telling you no, but there was no possible way to get to that thing in his van, let alone in your trailer.

He squeezes your gloved hand, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. "C'mon, let's keep looking."

"Okay." You smiled softly at him.

You gasped, what about this one?"

"Sweetheart, look at the size of that thing it's like two of my vans put together." Eddie shook his head.

You and him continue walking hand in hand, searching for the perfect Christmas tree. This was going to be your official Christmas together in your own home. You needed the best tree you could find. You had a specific vision, and you were not going to let anyone ruin it.

Tall, fluffy tree decorated with red and gold bulbs. Warm lights and a pretty star on the top with a velvet red skirt at the bottom. Gifts tucked all around it for friends and family.

Letting go of his hand, you make a bee line for another tree. It was large. Very large. Eddies eyes widened at the size of it. The thing must have been at least way above seven feet tall.

Do you remember where you lived? It's not like living in a trailer was a new concept to you. He thought to himself. You both grew up in one. You should know how low the ceilings are. That tree is not fitting at all. Even if it could fit, it's not make it through your front door.

"Uhh baby, that's too tall." Eddie said, eyeing it up and down.

"Pleeeeaase." You fake a pout knowing it was getting more and more difficult for him to tell you no.

"Waaay too tall." He's not caving. He physically can't no matter how hard it becomes.

Your face falls. "You think?"

"Yep, unfortunately." He sighed.

Eddie isn't surprised by your enthusiasm, though. Christmas has always brought out this child like happiness in you. Maybe it was because everyone just seemed so giving and thoughtful around this time. Or because you got a wave of nostalgia anytime a Santa commercial came on the tv. You always told him he reminded you of your step dad.

Even those little frosted Christmas cookies that had too icing and tasted like cardboard that you loved so much. Whatever was in the air around this time, Eddie wishes it never went away. Seeing your face light up at the pretty lights on people's houses was worth more than any gift.

"Take a look at this one." He rushes over to a tree that resembles something straight from the Charlie brown Christmas special.

"Umm, it's nice, but it's a little....bald." You swallow hard, trying your best not to hurt his feelings.

Eddie looks it over again. "Hmm, I guess you're right."

You grab his hand and take him down another row. The trees all started to look the same after a while. They were either too tall. Too wide. Sometimes even both. You were starting to get down on yourself. You haven't found the one yet, and Christmas was already five weeks away. Eddie can tell you're starting to get discouraged.

It was getting colder outside the more the sun sets. You and Eddie have been out here for more than three hours now. Your hands felt like popsicles. Your cheeks and lips chapped.

"M'cold." Your whole body shivers next to his.

Eddie looks over to you, worry etched on his face. "Here, take my coat."

"But what about you?" You tried to argue. The freezing air turning you into a shakey chihuahua.

"Don't worry, this doesn't bother me too much." He waves a hand around.

You sniffle. "Kay... JUST for a little while, then you take it back. "

"Yes, ma'am." Eddie removes his coat, wrapping it around your frame. The inside was nice at toasty from his body heat.

Eddie pulls into his side, keeping you snuggled to him. You walk down row after row, not really finding much luck. Your eyes water from the freezing gusts of wind. Eddie, on the other hand, seems unbothered.

"Sweetheart, what about that one?" Eddie pointed to a tree just up a head.

It was large but not too big. Fluffy and was just the right size to fit in your trailer and his van.

Eddie jogs over with you in tow. Puffs of breath visible in the cold air. He stands next to it, leaning it up so you can get a better look.

"It's perfect, huh?" He looks to you and back at the tree.

"It's perfect!" You cheer a smile spreading across your once sulken face.

Eddie calls the man over who's selling the trees to give him cash. The gentleman even helped your boyfriend load it up in his van, so you didn't have to.

"Ready to get her all set up?" He asked, starting the engine.

You nod enthusiastically. "Yep, and don't forget you're putting on the topper."

"How could I forget... you've mentioned it since before Halloween." Eddie joked, leaning over to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling off.

After you and Eddie got back home, he had Wayne come over to help unload your tree and put in the living room. You busied yourself running around your home, gathering all the decorations you bought. You didn't realize how much you had until it was all laid out in front of you. You counted about nine boxed of Christmas ornaments. Two different types of tree toppers and a ton of lights.

"Someone got excited." Eddie walked over to look at everything you purchased over the course of the month.

"Oops." You chuckled.

He pulls you in tight, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

"Havin fun?" Eddie murmured, swaying you in his arms. You felt like home to him. Something he never really had or ever thought he could experience. But he knew it the very first time he laid eyes on you. Your warm smile and bright eyes.

The moment he first met you, he knew you were special. You had just moved to Hawkins a year after you both graduated. He still recalls the first moment he met you. You were having some car troubles, and he took the opportunity to not only help you but strike up a conversation.

He pulls back, walking over to the ornaments "baby these all look the same."

"Did ya accidentally buy the same ones?"

"They're not the same, Ed." You roll your eyes playfully. Of course, he would think they all looked identical.

"These are burgundy, and these are maroon." You pointed at the various boxes filled with glass bulbs.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow. "Uhh they're all red to me."

"Well, they're not they're different." You corrected.

"Whatever you say, this is your the expert anyway." He holds both hands up, backing away slowly.

"Can we bake cookies while we do this?" He asked, going over to plug in the Christmas lights him that Wayne put around the tree.

"Of course." You smile, picking up a box of glass ornaments. "We can make hot chocolate too."

"You know just how to turn me on, huh?" Eddie was extremely playful tonight. More so than usual. Your happy demeanor was infectious, and it was rubbing off on him. He wasn't complaining there was this warm feeling in his chest. He felt safe.

"Eww." You scrunch your face trying to hide a smile.

"Eww?" His jaw drops, and he clutches at his heart.

Eddie always brought the dramatics, but that's why you fell in love with him.

"Wasn't very Eww this morning or this afternoon or before we left to get this tree." Eddie teases walking to hug you from behind.

He lays his head on your shoulder, watching you put the hook through the ornaments. "Won't be very eww tonight either."

"Okay, that's it. Go put this star on the top of the tree." You wriggle out of his hold. You heard him chuckle. He lets you go does as he's told. The rest of the night was spent decorating your Christmas tree and Eddie twirling you around dancing to old records.

The cookies barely got baked since he decided to eat half of the cookie dough. You didn't even have a chance to put it on a baking sheet. You hope he doesn't get a stomach ache tomorrow. He promised to take you Christmas shopping for Wayne. Which should be very interesting since it's going to be you and Eddie doing it together.

[epicawsomeusername]

I freeze. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest. I see him. A large, blue dragon with what looks like fur sneaking through the trees. I grip the hilt of my sword. A prize like this will definitely get me noticed as a dragon hunter. I take a step forward before I freeze again. He’s looking at me. His large, golden eyes stare into my soul.

I charge at him, my sword raised. He raises a paw and effortlessly knocks the sword out of my hand. I stumble back against a tree. He lowers his head and growls at me. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Don’t try to reason with me. I know you’re kind. You burn villages and end countless lives just for entertainment!” I hiss. He rolls his eyes at me.

“The town likes me,” he growls. “Tell me, did you ask anyone in town about me?”

My eyes widen. “No, why-”

He snarls at me, showing off his sharp teeth. “Of course you didn’t.” He scoffs. “Do you know what I do?”

“N-no, I-”

“I help people. I provide a safe haven for those in need of protection and comfort.” He lifts his head up, standing up tall. He’s sniffs the it a bit before looking back down at me. “When’s the last time you slept?” He asks. He still sounds grumpy and annoyed.

“I-I don’t know, why?”

He rolls his eyes once more and growls at me. “Great. Another cocky adventure that I have to take care of.” He extends a large paw, motioning for me to climb on it. “Come on.”

I look down at his paw, then back up at him. I hesitate. He growls before gently scooping me up in his paw and placing me on his soft, fluffy back. He’s so warm. His fur is so soft and fluffy against my skin. It’s comforting. He carry’s me through the forest, grumbling as he does so.

It’s getting dark when I wake up. I’m still snuggled up on his back. He walks into a cave. My eyes widen when I see inside. It’s cozily decorated. Large, soft cushions pile up around a large fireplace. The floor is covered with soft carpets. Exotic plants decorate the walls and low hanging twinkle lights bathe the room in a warm light. The scent is nostalgic and comforting. I look around. There are people napping by the fireplace. His gentle voice fills my ears. “This is my den. It’s a safe haven for those in need.”

He carry’s me towards the back of his den where some natural hot springs he gently sets me down. “Go clean yourself off. I’ll get ya some clean clothes.” He leaves me alone.

He comes back a few minutes later. I’m already relaxing in the hot springs. My muscles feel loose and relaxed for the first time in ages. My mind is at ease and the tension and pain built up in my shoulders has disappeared. He places some clean clothes on the ground and gently nuzzles me. His presence alone is comforting.

“Cmon, kiddo.” He says in a soothing voice. “Ya can’t stay in here too long, otherwise your body will over heat and you’ll get nightmares.”

I chuckle. “Just a little longer.”

He rolls his eyes and snorts. “Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

I sigh and reluctantly step out of the hot springs. I pull on the clean clothes he got me. They’re loose fitting and soft. He looks down at me. “Now, I got a nice, comfy bed in back that you could snooze in, or you could sleep by the fireplace, or you could sleep with me. Take your pick.”

I pause for a moment. Part of me still doesn’t trust him because he’s a dragon, but he looks so soft and warm… he chuckles at me. “Alright.”

My eyes widen. “What? I didn’t even say anything!”

He chuckles again. “I can sense your thoughts and emotions, kiddo. It’s okay to want to sleep with me, lots of people do. I’m basically a big teddy bear.”

He gently scoops me up one more and places me on his back. My thoughts are racing. Can he read my thoughts? I’m snapped out of my panic when he gently sets me down on a large pillow in the center of the main room. He lays down and gently snuggles me between his two fluffy front legs. He’s so soft and warm. My mind starts to drift off. I can’t focus on anything. I already feel so sleepy.

He looks down at me. “Goodnight, kiddo.” He mumbles as I drift off to sleep.

No vore in this but I thought it was a wholesome idea.

I came up with the idea that max turned his den into a safe haven for people and I wanted to write about it. I also had the idea that he would be able to control people’s dreams, preventing them from having nightmares and stuff but I didn’t really feel like writing it.

[groversimp]

Nico di Angelo x male reader who was imprisoned in a sleep for a long fucking time and Nico discovered while on a quest and just imprinted on Nico when he woke up and protects him and they have a bond since they both don’t have a sense in time and Nico dresses them and they are bffs (Reader would be physically 20s mentally around 500 thousand and this would be platonic and really fluffy like a god dad that just likes Nico a lot and is friendly but has an attachment to Nico and Nico loves his god dad definitely got him a mug with “#1 God Dad”

Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site

Anon <3 this is such a cute request <3

This takes place somewhere after HOO but before TOA, and before Nico and Will get together.

Reader does have kids but they’re dead so..

When Nico had first met you, long long ago on a small quest for Ares (to get an anniversary gift for Lady Aphrodite) he thought you were dead. Your exomis and thorny flower crown made you look like a man of the past. You laid on a wooden bed with plush blankets made from fur and pillows so soft they made Nico’s hand ache. You looked ethereal, so untouchable by the blue flames of the underworld’s candle. The only thing that ruined the sight was the obsidian handcuffs, keeping your wrists captive on the bed frame. Nico frowned, why were you here? Before he went back to Olympus to gift Ares his anniversary gift, he stopped by his fathers castle.

“Dad..” He spoke, Hades glared down at him from his throne. “Nico.” Nico rolled his eyes, his dad’s typical pessimistic tone echoing in the barren hall, “what’s with the sleeping dude in the cave?” Hades gave him a confused,curious look for a minute before taking a breath in and nodding,suddenly understanding. “That’s Y/N.” Nico waited a beat for a further explanation, “and?” “He was a god, a son of Zagreus, who fell in love with a mortal. Y/N tried to turn his mortal lover to a god, but Zeus was enraged by that- claiming that his lover was not worth it. Zeus paid Hypnos, god of Sleep, to put Y/N in an eternal sleep till someone is strong enough to defeat the monsters that live within his dreams.” Naturally, Nico knew he needed to save you.

“But, what is Y/N the god of?” His father looked unimpressed by the constant questions, and let out an annoyed sigh. “He is the god of mercy. Before his eternal sleep, he was the one who decided who does and does not die at a specific point in time. The Fates loved him,” his father finished that last part sarcastically.

Nico nodded. Yep, he was definitely needed to save you. He turned on his heel and pranced away from the palace, leaving only the aura of death and his father’s annoyance behind.

After he had left Olympus, he returned to the underworld, wiping Aphrodite’s lipstick off his cheek. It was mildly annoying, but nice. She was very fond of the gift Ares had picked out for her, so fond infact that she kissed both of Nico’s cheeks and told him that he’ll be grateful later.. Whatever that meant.

Nico returned to your cave- a small,hidden home next to the river Lethe. The air in your cave was somewhat humid, with a sleepy aura around it. Poppy flowers and Yarrow strung the walls and grew on the grassy floor. His eyes felt heavy as he sat down on the bed next to you. Nico set his hand on your head and suddenly he felt himself pass out- getting sucked into your dreams.

The next several hours were ones of fighting and yelling out your name. The atmosphere of your dreams was a big flower field, where Nico was little and all the flowers were ginormous. They looked like skyscrapers and Nico knew that his sister Hazel would either love or hate this place. There were even bigger hourglasses with cryptic messages of the names of mortals and demigods who had died horrible deaths.. ones you couldn’t save.

The only thing that kept Nico from getting lost was a glowing,golden string that he could only assume was a trail leading him to you.

Alas, he was correct- because hours later he discovered you in a big flower-hut. You sat at a table, with an assortment of foods and teas laid out before you nicely. Almost like a tea party. Nico knocked on the wall to let you know that he was there, and the smile you gave him when you looked up made you look half mad.

“Hello, child..” Your voice was honey-drenched and sounded like the melody to a lost birdsong. It made him feel at peace. “I’ve been expecting you.” Nico hummed and sat down at your table, grabbing one of your small sandwiches from a dessert tray and eating it. You frowned at him and started to rearrange the tray so it looked even again.

“I didn’t wait thousands of years for you to come here and fuck up my pretty food!” Nico froze in his tracks. Did you just swear?

“Oh.” He said, awkwardly shifting, “I’m sorry?” You glared at him, but quickly started grinning and let out a laugh, “I like you. You’re weird.”

Wow. Brutal.

Eventually, after more fighting (which you were surprisingly good at), you two got out of the dream world.

Nico flopped down on your bed, but you remained sitting up- looking at the room around you with stars in your eyes. Nico glared up at you, watching as you processed the newly-found world around you.

“Y/N.”

Your gaze snapped down to him. “Yes?” You said, your voice cracking and shaky after years of not being used. Nico sat up and stared at you for a moment before standing.

“C’mon,” he held his hand out to you and you took it. Your legs were shaking as you stood and walked slowly, one step at a time. Nico looked a bit annoyed but he had the grace to help you and not mention it.

You both got back to Camp Half-Blood, where you were immediately put in the infirmary- Dionysus and Chiron had come in to speak with you- you greeted Dionysus first, as he was a reincarnation of your father, then you greeted Chiron. You talked to them for a while about what happened, why it happened, and how you felt, but you didn’t really have much to say.

“Remember, if you need to tell us anything- you can always find us in the Big House.” Chiron said lowly and he trotted out of the room, giving you one last knowing look.

You stayed up there for days, rotting in place and watching as Nico and some Apollo’s kid (terribly) flirted. You snorted one day as the doctor left and Nico glared over at you,

“What’s so funny?” You shook your head and looked away with a boyish grin, “nothing! That’s just not how you get a guy’s attention.”

Nico sucked in a breath then came over to sit at the edge of your bed, “then how do you?” You quickly sat up, surprising Nico. “You’ve gotta use your eyes.” He looked unimpressed, “my eyes? Really?”

“Yes really! See,” you gave an example- fluttering your eyelashes and winking. “I’m not doing that.” He said. “Then don’t expect to ever get a boyfriend.” You countered, Nico groaned and stood up- “bye Y/N.” You muttered a goodbye and watched as he left.

A few weeks later, they let you out of the infirmary- but the medic, and Nico’s crush, gave you firm instructions to come in everyday after lunch for a checkup. Nico brought you to his cabin, closing the door and turning on the lights being you.

“Oh gods, it looks like a goth threw up in here!” You said as you looked around, Nico rolled his eyes. “I designed it when I was like 11, give me a break.”

He pulled some clothes out of his closet, a pair of jeans and some band shirt that said something about a chemical romance.. You glared at him as he handed you the clothes, “I am not wearing these.”

“Yes you are.” Nico pushed you towards the bathroom, “no! Where’s the color, where’s the pizzazz?”

“How do you even know that word?” You glared at him as you went into the bathroom and shut the door, “I just do.”

You came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, grumbling about how you look like him now. “Is that really the worst thing?” Nico said, “yes. Yes it is.” Nico grumbled at your reply and went back to his bunk, grabbing a mysterious black box.

“What’s in there?” You asked, mischief a clear note in your sweet voice. “Just some supplies Will wanted me to pick up.” A faint blush was apparent on his face, and you immediately sparked up with anticipation. You grinned and got closer to him, pointing a finger at his arm, “someone has a crush!”

“No, I do not!” “Yes, you do!” He huffed and gave you a glare that could stop Ares in his tracks, “no, I don’t.” You backed off for a moment and walked away- “whatever you say, Nico..” you looked back at him, “but I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

The rest of the week was mundane, you started to understand the customs. The next few weeks went by, and you started to fit in. Then months rolled by and you were part of the Camp Half-Blood family.

Finally, fathers day had rolled around. It was a little sad, considering you’d always pop by to say hi to your demigod kids in Old Greece- now they were long gone, only misty memories that you held. But, you had Nico. He had become your closest thing to family. Always coming to you for advice and affection.

So, here you were, laying on your bed in the Hades cabin as you sniffed back tears thinking of your lost children. Your poor,poor kids- so young and vibrant and gorgeous. You could still imagine their laughter, loud and clear as you told them jokes or chased them around the yard. Their yelling as you threw a discus their way, and their triumphant howl they caught it.

A knock on the wooden frame of your bed made you shoot right up- shock and surprise rolling through your stomach, then embarrassment as you realized Nico had seen you cry.

He frowned and sat down at the foot of your bed, slightly out of reach. “Y/N..” Looking down, you cleared your throat and sniffed again, not allowing yourself to start crying once more. “I know that this isn’t easy for you, but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” You looked up at him, not truly knowing what to say.

Nico gave a wet laugh and you realized that his eyes were filled with tears too. “It’s not easy for me either, not with no family..” He handed you a gift bag that you hadn’t seen, “but I thought we might be able to celebrate together?”

You looked down at the bag, then back up at him, then back to the bag. As you opened it and looked at your gift, you couldn’t help but laugh.

The mug was poorly printed, and the glass was a scratchy,low quality kind- but that only made it better. It said, in bold letters, “World’s Best God Dad.” You shook your head with laughter before setting it down next to you and tackling Nico in a hug.

“You’re my favorite human son,” you said as he cackled. You both laid there, hugging and laughing till your ribs hurt and ached. Nico sniffed and pushed you off of him slightly so he could see your face- “do you like it?” He asked, a smile on his usually distraught face.

“I love it.” He smiled even wider.

[leonskittybunwriting]

Warnings: fluff. Raccoon hybrid Leon. Raccoon hybrid reader. platonic! Father figure Leon! Stealing stuff.

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters, and I don't own resident evil!

Leon grunts as he rubs his fluffy ears and tail as he wakes up in a cave that he had made his home a long time ago.

He looks around for you, only to find you right beside him and he smiles.

He had taken you in when you were young, you were the runt of the litter. The moment he took you in, you became his pup.

Leon nuzzles you gently causing you to whine softly and kick at him which causes him to laugh and hold down your legs as he continues to wake you up.

“Come on runt, wake up for papa.” Leon grumpily says.

You whine and bury yourself into his chest “Don't wanna wake up papa.”

Leon huffs and growls softly causing you to look at him sleepily and grumpy before saying “fine, I'm up.”

Leon smirks as he watch you get up and gather your stuff and he asks “where are you going?”

You grab a large bag and say “I'm going to see if I can find anything in the woods.”

Leon sighs and says “you be careful you brat.”

You giggle and nod before running out of the cave and into the woods.

You walked quite far away from the cave before you came across a human camp when you saw no one around you grabbing everything and anything shiny before hightailing it out of there and going back to Leon.

When you get back to Leon you see him washing up and you sneak up on him to scare him but he immediately turns around and smirks at you before saying “nice try, you little runt.”

You pout before smiling and showing him your filled bag.

Leon grabs the bag and looks around in it before yelping and pulls out his hand that's slightly bleeding and he sucks on the wound.

“Ouch” Leon growls his ears flatting against his head and he pulls out the thing that poked him and found it was a fork and grunts.

“Why did you pick this up?” Leon asks, his eyes dark.

You blush and sheepishly play with your tail “it was shiny papa!”

Leon's expression softens at you and he sighs softly “I'm sorry for being so grumpy lately little one, thank you for the gift, I found some shiny things for you too. It's in the cave.”

You squeal and rush off into the cave.

Leon watches you with a smile, he's been happy ever since he found you.

[channiesbedroom]

Surprise!

She's BACK! I wrote this ages ago but only just finished it - I promise I'm going to move on to something new soon (I've seriously been getting into seventeen recently so keep your eyes peeled.)

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bangchan x reader

No warnings I think! Just fluffy fluffy fluff

You feel like you’re having a luxury spa day, reclined on an armchair with your feet in a basin of warm water, your eyes closed whilst the lady in the salon paints your fingernails. You hear Hannah whisper your name, trying to gauge if you’re asleep, so you reluctantly open your eyes and smile at her. She’s sitting in the same position as you, the next seat along. Her nails are painted a dark blue, with yellow smiley faces dotted over them; yours, in contrast, are a sheer sparkly pink, a colour she picked for you.

“Say yes, ok?” She states, suddenly.

“What?” You reply, perplexed.

“Nothing, just ignore me.” She pauses, then speaks again. “Just say yes. Don’t say anything to me now, but you’ll know when you know, ok?” You’re more confused than you were before at this point, totally lost as you try and work out what on earth she could mean.

“Yeah, ok.” You don’t bother to push it any further, leaning back and closing your eyes again.

“I wish you could stay in Seoul, Han, it’s so nice to actually have someone to talk to.” You swear you can hear her roll her eyes as she replies sarcastically.

“You talk to Chris every day!” You open your eyes again to look at her.

“And no one else” you sigh, pulling your face into the same expression you know Chris makes, like the :] emoticon. You’re happy with your boyfriend, 100%, and you love Seoul, but you miss your friends who live abroad, and you miss the community you had when you lived at home. You’d struggled to make friends since moving, and you longed for the day that your friends would visit.

“I miss you, y/n. I am thinking about moving here for a bit longer, you know.” Your eyes widen.

“Han, you know we always have a spare room for you. As long as you want.” She smiles as the salon staff member finally finishes off your nails and gives you a thumbs up before asking for her payment. You leave the shop grinning, freshly painted nails shining in the spring sun as you stroll along the streets.

Chris’s home-office door is closed and locked when you get home, which is unusual but not unheard of. You know even your presence can be a distraction, so when he desperately needs to work on something, he’ll lock the door in the hopes he’ll finally get it done. He emerges from ‘the cave’, as you like to call it, an hour later, when you and Hannah are curled up half asleep on the couch, watching a random show on Netflix.

“I don’t get how he could hang onto that bar for so long.” She sighs. You reply quietly.

“18 whole minutes. Wow. I still wish the gymnast had beat him though.” Chris wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind the sofa, making you jump.

“I bet I could do that.” He’s confident, but you don’t quite agree, frowning.

“Babe, an Olympic gold-medal winning gymnast, a national ice climber, and a military drill sergeant managed it, I don’t think ‘kpop idol’ is really the right person for the job.” He laughs, squeezing you tighter before letting you go, and joining you both on the soft cushions.

“Right, Hannah.” She tilts her head. “I love you, but it’s time for you to go so that me and my wifey can have our anniversary dinner.” Chris pats her on the head as if she was a puppy. “5 whole years!” You roll your eyes at him.

“We’re not married, Chris, you can’t call me your wife.”

“Yet.” He mutters under his breath, and Hannah laughs as she puts her jacket on, ready to make the short walk to her friend’s house, where she’s staying for the weekend. Before she leaves, she pulls you into a tight hug.

“Yes.” She whispers into your ear. “Please say yes.” The confusion continues as she walks out the door, and Chris takes you by the hands.

“Well Sunshine, you have one whole hour until I take you for our surprise dinner.” You hate surprises, but Chris has been insisting on this one for weeks.

“Can you at least pick my outfit? I don’t want to put something fancy on and then turn up to a barbecue place, yknow.” He nods in response, and motions for you to stay in the living room whilst he picks.

An hour later, you’re applying your last coat of mascara. The dress Chris picked is the same one you wore on your first anniversary – it’s a pale pink midi covered in floral embroidery with impressive puffy sleeves. You haven’t worn it for a while, it always seems too fancy for the places you go. He’s picked your favourite heels, the only pair you can actually walk in, and gold jewellery to match them. Chris opens the door slowly, peeking his head through the small gap. Spotting you by the mirror, he lets out a low whistle.

“Ok y/n we need to find more excuses for you to wear that dress.” He wraps you up tightly in his arm, head on your shoulder. He’s in a well-fitting navy-blue suit. You still have no clue where you’re going for this special dinner, as the both of you don’t tend to frequent restaurants where a suit is necessary.

“Let’s go.”

After a short drive, Chris takes you by the hand, walking into one of the most beautiful restaurants you’ve ever been in. Faux cherry blossom trees line the walls, silk petals draping from the ceiling, surrounding glimmering golden chandeliers. It’s completely empty, save for the few members of staff dotted around, and Chris leads you to the only table in the room that has been laid with cutlery. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Chris, what is this?” He passes your coats to a waiter as you both sit down. He’s blushing too, much like he did on your first date.

“It’s a special day, sweetheart, I wanted to do something special.” He holds your hand across the table. There are no menus, and you haven’t even spoken to any staff yet, but the waiter from earlier soon appears with 2 glasses of some sort of sparkling wine, which you don’t have a chance to decline. “Ok, I can’t wait. Now’s the time.” With little warning, he pulls you back to your feet, gripping both of your hands tighter than he ever has before. Before you know it, he has one knee on the floor, and you finally realise what’s happening. You’d talked about getting married plenty of times over the last few months, but Chris had always said that it was too early, that you should both spend more time building your careers, so when Hannah had made cryptic comments earlier, this had never come to your mind.

“Oh my God I’m so stupid.” You giggle. Chris frowns at you, tilting his head. You take his face in your hands, bending down to place a kiss on his forehead. “Keep going.”

“y/n l/n, I have been completely obsessed with you since the day we met. I never want to spend another day apart from you, so now it’s time for me to beg again, just like I did the day I managed to convince you to love me back.” You’ve started tearing up by this point, thinking back to the day you met, when he accidentally poured a full iced americano down the front of your shirt. “Sunshine, will you marry me?” He looks up at you with shining, tear-filled eyes as you nod, pulling him to his feet with your hands cradling his face. You place a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Of course I will.” All of a sudden, the restaurant explodes in to rapturous applause, and you turn to find what feels like every single person you know gathered around. You lift your head closer to his so that your lips are by his ears.

“Some big changes in your life.” You whisper. “You’re finally going to be both a husband and a dad.” His eyes widen.

“What?!”

[just-another-siimp]

I was wondering if you could write a fluffy piece about Gaz and his partner having a sweet domestic moment in bed. Thank you

The Gaz homies are in the house today???? Please keep the Gaz requests coming!!! I fucken insert feral screaming here love him. This is more than a sweet domestic moment, but it counts right???

Warnings: No use of Y/N, Reader goes by Chip. Read the Enemy at the Gate series to understand some of the lore about where Gaz and Chip live!! I overdid it again. I'm sorry

Leave was something that every military member craved at one point or another, for you and Kyle leave was something neither of you saw often. When the Captain had announced that the 141st would be going on a two week leave it was a surprise, a pleasant one at that.

There was a buzz of excitement that radiated from Kyle as you both packed the jeep, an excitement that once upon a time you did not share. Except now that excitement was shared with him as you both prepared for the long journey home, it was roughly a 9 hour drive from the base in London to your home in Metz, France.

Normally you and Gaz would divide the driving into 2 hour blocks, arriving home just as the sun set and with enough time to go into town and buy a hot meal. On this occasion however, Kyle had convinced you to stop in Paris for a few nights. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, even Ghost had stepped in telling you about a new exhibit at The Louvre. When you finally caved in Gaz promised that he would organise the rest.

That was how you ended up in one of the fanciest hotels you'd ever stepped foot in, you almost felt out of place with some of the dirt and grime from previous missions still clinging to your skin. While Gaz spoke to the lady at reception you took a moment to send Soap a selfie, trying your hardest to showcase the grandness of the foyer.

S: Looks fancy as dove! I'm staying at Lt's place for a few nights, I'll show him the picture.

C: Try not to murder each other while you're there.

S: No promises, C. Ghost says congratulations!

Before you even had time to think about what Soap had said Gaz was by your side again, gently taking your phone from your hands and replacing it with a keycard. You gave him a questioning look, head tilted to the side as he ushered you forward.

"Come on, love. Our room is ready."

-

You didn't have a chance to interrogate Kyle on the way up to your room, the attendant in the elevator having struck up a conversation with you both as he took you to the top floor. Kyle's hand had slipped into yours as you were guided through the halls, eventually stopping in front of room 141.

Kyle laughed.

To say that the room was lavish would be an understatement, the evening sunset gave the room a gorgeous orange glow as you rushed forward to look out of the window. The busy Paris nightlife bustling below your feet as you turned to look back at Kyle.

"This is amazing!" You took a second look over the living room. It was spacious, decorated with plush white couches, priceless artwork and fresh flowers. "Kyle this is perfect.. thank you."

"Just wait til you see the bedroom." There was a joke hidden somewhere within that statement, one that you would have made if Kyle hadn't practically dragged you into the bedroom. You could've sworn that this was all a dream when your eyes caught sight of the familiar tower just outside the window.

It was hard to contain the squeal that came from you as you ran out onto the small balcony, taking in the magnificence of the Eiffel Tower. This really was the perfect surprise.

"This is- Kyle this is too much." You blurted out, turning to face him with a smile.

"I wanted to surprise you with something nice, dove." He stepped closer to you, body framing yours against the balcony. "Do you remember when you first joined the 141st? That time I got shot-"

"Because you jumped in front of a bullet, to save my life." you interrupted him, chest clenching at the memory. Kyle soothed your worry with a kiss.

"Yes, that time. Do you remember what you said to keep me awake?" Your eyes went wide, suddenly remembering what you'd told him that day. "You said 'one day when I go on leave, I'll book a hotel room that looks out at the Eiffel Tower and eat enough croissants to last a lifetime."

"I really did didn't I?" Your heart felt as though it could burst out of your chest, smile never leaving your face even when you kissed him. That night was spent in the hotel, admiring the view and eating croissants until you both passed out in the comfiest bed imaginable.

-

Kyle had always been an early riser, something you secretly hated about your beloved. It was the way that he could be awake and functioning before 9am, while you were still trying to consume enough caffeine to wake you up. For once both of you slept well past noon.

The both of you took your time to wake up, over time you'd moved from his side to laying on top of him. Enjoying the feeling of his hand in your hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and how it rumbled when he laughed at something you said.

It was moments like these that made everything you both fought for worth it, all of the violence you'd both seen made moments like these possible. Even then the selfish part of your brain never wanted it to end.

"Kyle?" His hum in response forced you to look up at him, slowly creeping forward so that you could press a kiss to the corner of his lips. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"Me as well." He whispered, lips pressing to your forehead silence taking over the room again. Eventually you rolled off of him, settling against his side and taking his hand. Comparing it to yours.

"You have pretty hands, Kyle."

"I think yours would look prettier with a ring on it." he spoke softly, index finger pointing to your ring finger. "Right there."

"Kyle-"

"Chip- I was going to wait for a more romantic moment but I realised.. laying here in this bed with you. It's the perfect time. Because there is nothing more in this world that I want, than moments like this spent with you in bed but with you as my partner." Suddenly he was moving, taking a small velvet box out of the nightstand offering it to you. "Would you do me the honour.. of marrying me."

It took a moment to process what he was saying, tears threatened to fall as you nodded your head. "Yes.. A million times yes." You whispered, face now hidden in his chest as he held you to him. It wasn't clear how long you'd both stayed like that for, eventually you'd pulled away to kiss him. Your phone aggressively vibrating in the background, ruining the sweet moment.

"It's probably Soap-" You mumbled turning the phone off, realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks.

"What is it love?"

"So that's what Ghost meant by 'Congrats'" You laughed looking at Kyle, watching as he glared at your phone.

"I knew one of those bloody idiots would ruin it-"

-

It wasn't until a year later that you and Gaz visited that hotel, as newly weds.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 9: Christmas Danger

'Twas the season to be jolly. The entire city was decked with tinsel, Christmas trees and lights, including the City Hall. That morning, there was a charitable breakfast going on in one of the historic building's many function rooms and Captain Man and Kid Danger were heading the food distribution. 

Ray had been doing it for a few years now, as a way of repaying the citizens that idolised him. Strolling out from the backroom, Henry smirked at the cheering crowd and took his place behind a microphone stand.

"Good morning." He smiled at the applauding people, well, everyone but a grouchy lady in the middle of the floor.

"Well, it's December twenty-fourth and that means, welcome to Captain Man's third annual Christmas Breakfast!" Henry announced, making the cheers grow even louder. Everyone loved that Captain Man did this.

"Thank you, that's nice. You know, it's really great to be he--" Henry's little speech was cut off by the grouchy lady shouting over him.

"Hey! Shut up and feed us!" She yelled and her peculiar dress sense made Henry think she was a man. Oh, no...

"Just a moment, sir." He said to her, thinking he was being polite and respectful.

"I'm a woman!" She snapped, frowning as Henry gulped.

"Sorry, ma'am. And now, I present your handsome host, the guy who paid for all this, Swellview's most important citizen, Captain Man!" Henry introduced his big-headed boss, who walked out to balloons falling from the ceiling. 'I bet (y/n) didn't help him with those crappy lines.' Henry rolled his eyes internally, already bored with Ray's self-indulgent attitude. 

"All right, everybody get up here and taste the Christmas!" Henry told the crowd as he and Ray stood behind the food table with the other volunteers.

"Here, kid. Put this on." Ray gave Henry a hairnet as people started to queue for their food. 

"Ew, I don't wanna wear a hairnet." Henry grimaced, thinking he was gonna look like a right idiot with one on.

"You have to wear one, you're serving food. It's city law." Ray told him and Henry took it begrudgingly and pulled it over his head. 

"Hey, how come you're not wearing a hairnet?" Henry asked in confusion when he saw that the superhero was waiting to serve without something covering his hair.

"Lots of reasons. First, I'm Captain Man, second, I'm very handsome and I don't wear hairnets." Well, those were pathetic excuses. Henry had a sneaking suspicion that Ray would get his comeuppance at some point but chose to stay quiet as the first citizens came down the line.

"Hey, are these reindeer eggs locally sourced?" The angry woman from before asked.

"Uh, uh, I don't know." Captain Man stuttered. How was he supposed to know where the eggs came from?

"Well, I don't eat eggs unless they were locally sourced." She snapped in a Karen voice. 

"Okay...good for you," Ray replied slowly and went to get some pancakes for her. This woman was a weirdo.

"Hey, why aren't you wearing a hairnet?" The woman asked another question and was starting to get on Ray's nerves. He gave up decorating the Man Cave's Christmas tree with (y/n) for this so he was annoyed that this woman was being so picky. He could have stayed home and danced around under the twinkling lights with his girl in fluffy socks, but no. He was giving back to Swellview's citizens from the kindness of his heart. 

"Uh, lots of reasons. One--" He began to retell his list to her, but this grouchy lady had an agenda.

"Shut up!" She growled loudly, making Ray looked at her cynically. If she wanted an argument, he'd give her an argument.

"You know, I'm guessing you don't get invited to a lot of parties." He told her in a sugary sweet voice, so she sighed in anger and walked off with a plateful of breakfast.

"Hey, Captain Man, Captain Man." The Vice-Mayor came over and took Ray away from the food line.

"Ah, yes, Vice-Mayor Willer." Ray greeted warmly since he'd met the man many times before.

"Hi, there's a reporter here from KLVY News. She wants to do an interview with you." The Vice-Mayor told him and Ray swallowed nervously.

"It's not Evelyn Hall, is it?" The superhero asked, hoping to God it wasn't. She was another failed attempt at him trying to save (y/n) from his unrequited love and it had ended rather messily, like most of his romantic encounters.

"I believe it is." The man confirmed, not seeing why he seemed so jumpy.

"Oh, crud. Hey, listen--" Ray tried to nip the possibility of an interview in the bud, but the Vice-Mayor was all too keen for it to happen. He didn't know that Ray couldn't bring himself to text another girl when (y/n) snuggled into him on the couch, it would just feel hollow and loveless. It wouldn't bring the same flutter in his heart when she smiled at him. It just wouldn't feel the same.

"I'll bring her over." The man walked away to grab the reporter, making Ray cringe and grunt in frustration. This was gonna be awkward.

"What's the problem?" Henry asked his boss when he saw how uncomfortable he looked.

"I took this reporter out on a date last week and I told her I'd text her the next day and I didn't," Ray told him ashamedly, biting his lip.

"Oh right, 'cause you're in love with (y/n)." Henry teased him, knowing that Ray could lie to himself all he wanted, but he'd never get away from the truth that he'd die for the woman back in the Man Cave. It killed the boy that he couldn't tell him she felt the same way and she had been sniffly all morning when he was on the date with the pretty reporter. Being sworn to secrecy sucked.

"Shut up, shut up!" Ray hissed as the Vice-Mayor returned with a stony-faced Evelyn Hall following behind him. Wow, she looked pissed.

"And here's Captain Man." The politician introduced the sheepish superhero, who smiled anxiously.

"Yeah, I see him," Evelyn said flatly, any previous admiration she had for Ray gone. She didn't know what she expected; for the entirety of their date his focus seemed to be on someone else and she had gotten the feeling that Captain Man had another girl in his life.

"Uh, hey, look. I was gonna text you and--" Ray started awkwardly.

"But you didn't." She said in a depressed voice, making Ray feel a bit bad. He hated that he lead on so many girls, but he didn't know how to cope with his growing feelings for his best friend, so he just kept dating and hoped that he'd find some subpar placebo that would satisfy his aching heart.

"Uh, Evelyn..." He had to plaster a fake smile on his face as she turned to her camera crew and began her report.

"I'm here at City Hall with Kid Danger." She said bitterly, ignoring that Ray was also behind her. 

"And Captain Man." He said quietly when she failed to mention him.

"Kid Danger, Christmas question. If you went on a date with a girl..." She started, putting Henry in a very awkward position. He didn't want to be in the middle of Ray and a scorned woman, he just wanted to serve some food.

"Here it comes..." Ray breathed out. He should've realised that none of this would have ever happened if he had just told (y/n) that he loved her during one of his many opportunities.

"...And you promised to text the girl the next day, what would you do?" She scowled as Ray leaned around Henry so he could get near the microphone.

"Can you not do this?" He asked, knowing that his sweet girl was probably at home watching the news coverage on his annual breakfast event. He didn't want her to see that he was a loser when it came to love. He wanted to impress her so she'd maybe, possibly, perhaps briefly consider that he could fill the shoes of the man of her dreams and treat her like a queen for the rest of her life. He'd filled those shoes pretty well, after all, they'd long been in shape for him to step into.

"I--I'd text the girl," Henry answered honestly. He wanted Ray to know that he wouldn't support his cowardly actions. Either he actually considered the feelings of all the girls he dated or he asked (y/n) out. And Henry was in favour of the latter.

"All right, all right, Evelyn. I'm texting you, all right? I'm texting you now and... send." Ray took out his phone stroppily and began to scroll through the names of all the girls he had in his contacts. There was only one he really cared about and her name was highlighted with "Sweet girl" and a little heart next to it. He eventually came to a contact named 'Evelyn' and assumed that it was the right one, so he typed a quick message and sent it off to prove a point. 

"Oh, wait that's a different Evelyn." He cursed mentally as Henry and Evelyn Hall blinked in shock. He needed to get his game together.

"Are you serious?" Henry hissed as Evelyn stormed off in anger, much to Ray's guilt.

"Dude, you know you only care about (y/n) anyway. Let's just go serve the food." Henry said to cheer him up and Ray agreed.

"There he is! Right there!" The angry woman from before marched into the dining area, the chief of police following behind her.

"Wait, you mean Captain Man?" He asked in confusion, looking at how the superhero was busying himself by dishing out eggs, bacon and pancakes.

"Yeah, look at him!" She hissed.

"Oh, come on!" The chief groaned. They began to argue as she insisted that Captain Man be arrested and he insisted that he couldn't lock up the guy who kept the whole city safe. 

"Hello, ma'am, would you like some grits? They're freshly stirred." Ray smiled pleasantly as Evelyn Hall saw her chance to humiliate the man who ghosted her on national TV. 

"Everyone. Everyone, may I have your attention?" The chief reluctantly stood in the middle of the room. He couldn't believe he was about to arrest the city's best crime fighter.

"As Swellview's Chief of Police, I came here this morning to thank Captain Man and Kid Danger for this wonderful Christmas Breakfast." He started, making the crowd applaud and Ray and Henry look at each other bashfully. If only they knew what was coming next.

"Which makes what I must do now very difficult." The Chief sighed and motioned for his officers to put the cuffs on Ray.

"What's going on?" He asked in confusion as the policemen approached him.

"I'm very sorry, Captain Man, but you're under arrest." He was told, making everyone gasp in disbelief. Evelyn Hall just smirked; she was gonna spread this news all over town. 

"Under arrest?" Henry blanched at the revelation as the officers pushed past him and forced Ray's hands behind his back.

"Why am I under arrest?" Ray asked in alarm. He couldn't go to jail, he was a superhero for god's sake, he was a good guy! And he promised (y/n) he'd get home quickly and watch Elf with her. He couldn't let her spend Christmas alone.

"Because it's illegal for you to serve food to the public without wearing a hairnet." The police chief explained, making the grouchy lady smirk in success.

"I told you to put on a hairnet." Henry piped up, making Ray glower at him.

"Will you be quiet? You're seriously arresting me for not wearing a hairnet?!" The large man exclaimed incredulously.

"I have to. It's a class three misdemeanour." The woman pointed to the rule in her book on Swellview's law and Ray paled.

"Seriously? Seriously? Seriously? Seriously?" He repeated over and over again as he was led out and carted off to jail. 

"Seriously?" He asked again as the two officers locked the cell door.

"Please, stop saying seriously." One of them told him since he had said nothing else on the trip to the jailhouse. The word was even written on cell's walls. This was going to be a crappy Christmas, especially since his cell felt cold and lonely with no sweet girl to warm his heart.

~Later that day, Henry's House~

"Well, why didn't you make him wear a hairnet?" Charlotte hissed to Henry as they knelt and decorated the tree in Henry's living room. The girl knew that (y/n) had been Ray's emergency contact and was freaking out at the prospect of her best friend facing being locked up over the holidays.

"I tried. You know how Ray is about his Captain Man hair." Henry scoffed, thinking back to all the times Ray spent ages looking in the mirror to perfect his well-groomed quiff. 

"That's 'cause (y/n) once mentioned that it was her favourite part of his costume and now he's obsessed with impressing her. Anyway, we can't let Ray spend Christmas in jail all alone. (y/n) needs to someone to celebrate with and y'know, kiss under the mistletoe." Charlotte grimaced at the icky thought but knew that they still had to do something.

"Well, how do we get him out?" Henry asked, not knowing how to spring someone from jail. 

"I don't know..." Charlotte sighed, but their attention was grabbed by the doorbell ringing. 

"I'll get it," Henry said and got up to answer the door. He was surprised when a whirl of (y/c/h) hair and two bags of Christmas presents brushed past him quickly.

"Come in?" He said confusedly when he realised that the person was (y/n), who was nervously pacing around his living room. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." She mumbled as he hyperventilated, her breathing ragged from her mad dash to Henry's house and her incessant panic. Ray was locked up and boy, was she scared.

"Hey, calm down!" Charlotte soothed her by putting her arms on her Christmas sweater-covered arms and motioning her to take some deep breaths.

"Ray's in jail and I can't post bail for some reason and I can't speak to him and oh god, I'm gonna spend Christmas alone!" She rambled, putting her face in her hands as the gift bags slid down her wrists to her elbows. 

"(y/n/n), relax. We're gonna get him outta there. And if not, you can spend Christmas with us." Henry smiled at her gently, like she had done so many times for him. 

"Yeah, you won't be alone." Charlotte grinned and the teary-eyed woman brought them both in for a group hug.

"You guys...oh! These are for you." She remembered what she had brought with her and gave each kid their respective bag filled to the brim with presents she had picked out just for them. She loved giving presents at Christmas and after years of honing her skills, she was great at it.

"Aw, thanks! You didn't have to." Henry and Charlotte smiled gratefully as she blushed, her nerves a lot more settled now that she was around two people she considered to be family.

"Hey, do you wanna help us decorate the tree?" Henry asked her and her eyes lit up when she took notice of the half-decorated thing. This was another tradition she loved and she had been hoping to complete it with Ray like they always did, but obviously, shit happened.

"Yes, please." (y/n) answered cheerfully and knelt on the floor with the kids so they could start from the bottom and work their way up. However, she and Charlotte frowned when Henry lifted a gold bauble to a branch, despite their already being one next to it.

"You can't put to gold balls together." Charlotte frowned and (y/n) agreed with her.

"Yeah, it doesn't work." She added, also thinking that the clashing decorations weren't spaced out enough too.

"Huh?" Henry looked at them puzzled. He didn't have their eye for detail and in his mind, the tree looked fine.

"It's gotta go, gold ball, red ball," Charlotte stated, thinking that the pattern would make the tree look tidy and beautiful.

"Gold ball, red ball." (y/n) carried on, knowing that randomly placed decorations looked stupid. 

"I can totally put two gold balls together," Henry argued.

"No, you can't." The teen girl insisted, looking at the ornaments again and she still thought that they looked like crap. 

"Why not? What is this, the 1950s?" Henry hissed as the girls groaned. He obviously didn't see their vision. Their focus was taken off the tree as Mr Hart came plodding down the stairs to the merry sound of bells as he carried down one of the Hart Family's many traditions.

"Well, guys, I had to look for two hours, but Daddy found it in the attic." Mr Hart told his family as (y/n) suddenly noticed that Mrs Hart and Piper had appeared at some point. Well, now she felt awkward and they clearly didn't like the bells for some reason.

"Stop that! My parents paid a lot of money for these handbells and the least we can do is play them as a family on Christmas...who are you again?" Mr Hart scolded them all and did a double-take when he saw a new, yet familiar person in his house.

"Oh right, I'm one of Henry's bosses from Junk-N-Stuff, I came by to give him some presents." (y/n) smiled sweetly and held her hand out for Mrs Hart to shake.

"Oh, yes, I remember. You're welcome to stay for a while and celebrate with us, honey." The blonde lady politely smiled and (y/n) returned it, beyond grateful at how welcoming Henry's mom was. She could see why Ray...fancied her. 

"Mom..." Henry groaned as he heard one of the bells ding against another one, the sharp noise hurting his ears.

"Honey, you like the handbells, but the rest of us don--" Mrs Hart was cut off by her husband violently shaking the bells to drown out her protests.

"Look, dad, we played the bells last year and we have a guest. Can we please just have--" Piper's interjection was silenced too, despite the mention of the Hart's having a visitor with them. (y/n) was one of the few people Piper liked and she didn't want to upset her because of her father's odd tradition.

"You have to listen to what we're all saying. We--" Even Henry couldn't get through to his dad and the sound of those stupid bells were starting to hurt everyone's ears.

"Okay, okay! I'm really mad!" Jasper suddenly burst into the house, stomping his way over to his friends.

"Dude, I told you, the Santa Clause at the mall isn't going to let a kid of your size sit on his lap." Henry sighed and the thought of Jasper trying to sit on Santa made (y/n) giggle.

"I know, I've accepted that," Jasper told him sharply, still a little bitter about that.

"Then, what are you mad about now?" Charlotte asked wearily, having had enough of her friend's dramatics already.

"Uh, has no one here heard that Captain Man is in jail?" The curly-haired boy looked around the room.

"Yeah, we heard." (y/n) said nonchalantly, acting like she wasn't the first person the police had called.

"Do you guys know why Captain Man is in jail?" Jasper carried on in a miffed tone.

"Yeah, something about a stupid hairnet law," Henry answered vaguely, also pretending that he knew nothing about the matter.

"Yeah, well, you wanna hear some other stupid laws here in Swellview?" Jasper asked rhetorically.

"Not really, but I've got a feeling you're gonna show us anyway." (y/n) mumbled and accepted the book on Swellview's law and ordinances that Jasper handed out to everyone in the room. 

"I wanna play the handbells!" Mr Hart whined, not giving a fig about Captain Man.

"Later!" His wife snapped, not wanting to hear that racket again.

"Take a look at this. Page 34, it is illegal to take a photo of a rabbit without a permit. How stupid is that?" Jasper scoffed and everyone agreed with him as Mr Hart got in a cheeky chime of his bell.

"Okay, everyone. Now, read the laws I've highlighted in your books." The boy moved on. He had put a lot of effort into this.

"Uh, ice cream on a cone may be licked. It is illegal to bite ice cream on a cone." Henry read out in confusion as his dad played another note with his bell. Next, it was Charlotte's turn.

"Okay, it is against the law to wear more than one hat at the same time." She knitted her eyebrows together as she processed the rule. It was dumb, that's for sure.

"(y/n), you go next," Jasper told the woman and she flicked to another page and saw one that caught her gaze.

"Let it be known that giving yourself a wet willy is a punishable offence in the City of Swellview." She read out, feeling as puzzled as the kids next to her.

"Piper." Jasper looked at the little girl who was far from pleased with the way her dad kept messing about with the handbells.

"Dads who play handbells must be destroyed." She. said sarcastically, causing Jasper to flick through the book to see if he could find it.

"It doesn't say that." He argued, but everyone agreed that it should. The bells were getting on their nerves.

"Well, I say it's wrong that Captain Man is in jail and to make my point, I'm going down to City Hall and I'm gonna break some more of the dumb laws," Jasper announced confidently, ready to be a martyr if it meant Captain Man. would be freed.

"Question," Charlotte stated, knowing that, as always, her friend wouldn't have thought any of this out. 

"Why?" She asked.

"'Cause they won't dare put a kid in jail on Christmas and then they'll have to let Captain Man out too." He explained, making (y/n) feel a bit queasy.

"I don't know, kid. I think Captain Man wouldn't want you doing anything stupid." She said nervously. His reasoning wasn't brilliant and she knew that Ray disliked Jasper's interference even at the best of times. 

"Now, I'm going down there and nobody is gonna stop me." He ignored her advice and felt a little jarred when no one else stepped in to protest against his idea.

"There's the door," Charlotte said when he hesitated. Knowing that no one else was up for it, Jasper sighed and exited the house swiftly, hoping his rampant nerves wouldn't get him arrested for anything serious.

"Now can we play the handbells?" Mr Hart asked as the room fell silent after the door slammed shut. 

"As a responsible adult, I'm going to go supervise that kid." (y/n) smiled nervously and backed out of the house as politely as she could.

"Charlotte, we should also go make sure Jasper's okay," Henry said too, the idea of playing the bells forcing his hand. 

"Yeah, hurry!" Charlotte said shakily and the three of them dashed out of the house before they had to play Jingle Bells or something. 

~Swellview City Hall~

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Jasper yelled as he entered the room where the Vice-Mayor, two cops and some other people were working. He had everything he needed to break some of Swellview's craziest laws: two hats, a rabbit and an ice cream cone. 

"Who's that boy? What's going on?" The Vice-Mayor asked his assistants in confusion as Jasper put down his rabbit cage. 

"Go get him, Jasper!"

"You got this!" Henry and Charlotte cheered him on as they appeared behind him, ready to see his performance.

"Just don't do anything too illegal." (y/n) warned him. Sure, she didn't care about the hats and ice cream, but she didn't want the boy to go down for an actual crime.

"My name's Jasper Dunlop and I'm wearing two hats." Jasper started, making his friends smirk as he took off his sombrero and showed the politicians that he had a baseball cap on underneath.

"I'm going to eat this ice cream cone thusly..." He carried on, taking a bite of the ice cream aggressively to prove his point. Time for the big finale.

"And now, without a permit, I'mma take photos of this rabbit." He said and began snapping a few pics of the cute creature whilst the Vice-Mayor walked up to (y/n) and the kids.

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" He asked the young woman, assuming she was responsible for Jasper.

"Yeah, we're all mad that Captain Man got arrested for breaking some stupid law about hairnets." She replied, making sure she had an adequate amount of attitude in her voice.

"So, he's protesting by breaking more stupid laws," Charlotte explained, resulting in the Vice-Mayor gesturing for the onlooking cops to arrest Jasper. Oh, shit. 

"What are you doing?" He stammered. He didn't think they'd arrest him on Christmas Eve.

"You're under arrest." The cop said matter-of-factly as he tightened the cuffs on the boy's wrists.

"What? But I'm a child!" He exclaimed whilst the other policeman took off his hats. 

"Doesn't matter." The cop replied.

"But I was only doing this to show how wrong it was to arrest Captain Man," Jasper whined, his stomach dropping at the idea of being locked up.

"Well, now you're gonna be in jail with Captain Man," The officer told him, grabbing (y/n)'s attention. Huh, if she got arrested, they'd let her into the jailhouse. Interesting.

"But I---I am? I'm going to hang out with Captain Man!" Jasper gasped excitedly, thinking that jail with Captain Man didn't seem so bad. Charlotte and Henry rolled their eyes since they now had two problems incarcerated. 

"Oh god, poor Ray." (y/n) facepalmed, knowing her best friend would hate sharing a cell with the overzealous boy.

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked her in puzzlement.

"It's bad enough he's spending Christmas Eve in jail. Now, Jasper's gonna be in there bugging him all day and night." Henry piped up, feeling her concern too.

"Oh, yeah. Poor Ray." Charlotte agreed as (y/n) felt glum again. Christmas without him felt so depressing. She was desperate to see him. 

"Henry, would you like to assist me in keeping him company?" The young woman smirked as an idea popped into her head. If you can't beat them, join them. 

"Yes, ma'am!" Henry grinned and shrugged off his jacket as they wandered over to where Jasper's props had been left.

"What are you both doing?" Charlotte eyed their movements suspiciously as Henry chucked his jacket to a sound assistant. 

"Oh, look at me! I'm a criminal!" Henry shouted as he and (y/n) plunged themselves into the deep end, much to Charlotte's horror.

"He's wearing two hats simultaneously!" The young woman pointed to the sombrero and baseball cap on Henry's head as he picked up the strawberry ice cream cone.

"Oh, look what I'm doing to this ice cream cone!" The boy took a bite as the Vice-Mayor came back in the room and groaned at the sight of more lunatics. 

"Yo, bunny! Smile!" (y/n) whipped out her PearPhone and took several photos of the rabbit with Henry.

"Oh, and Mr Vice-Mayor..." The young woman smirked and licked her finger before sticking it into her ear whilst maintaining eye contact with the politician. She ignored how gross it felt to give herself a wet willy. 'Anything for Ray.' She told herself internally.

"All right, you three are under arrest." The officers came back in the room and one grabbed Henry and (y/n) as the other took Charlotte, who. saw herself as innocent.

"Wait! Why am I under arrest?" She asked angrily as her friends submitted without a fight.

"Because you watched him wear double hats and bite that ice cream cone and you did nothing." The officer said in a commanding tone.

"Don't forget the rabbit and the wet willy," Henry mentioned, making (y/n) give him a fist bump. This plan had worked rather well.

"Aw..." Charlotte groaned as she, Henry and (y/n) were hauled out of the City Hall building and taken to the police station in several cop cars.

~Ray's cell~

It had been a tough afternoon for Swellview's greatest crime fighter. Not only was he spending Christmas away from (y/n), he had to share a cell with some dude who had some issues about being bald. He could do with a break.

"And my barber, he used to be my best friend. But since my hair fell out, he's all, like, get out of my barbershop! You ain't got nothing for me to do!" The hairless man cried, using Ray like a counsellor since he had let him cry on his shoulder earlier.

"Yeah...uh, barbers..." He tried to be sympathetic, but his worries were about to be over, as Henry and Jasper were brought to his cell.

"Ohhh, Captain Man!" Jasper cried out in glee as he saw his favourite superhero, making Ray curse God for the torture he was about to endure. Torture that came with curly hair and endless enthusiasm.

"What have I done? What made you hate me?" He looked up and asked whoever was listening, not seeing that (y/n) and Charlotte were being forced into the cell too.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second." The girl protested as Ray's and (y/n) eyes lit upon seeing each other, despite the fact they had to pretend like they didn't know each other.

"You're gonna put us in the same jail cell as a bunch of guys?" Charlotte asked the prison officer, feeling uncomfortable that they could have put her and (y/n) with any bunch of weirdos. 

"Look, it's Christmas. The women's prison is full." The man explained, stating that there was no other place for them to be put. 

"I don't believe this!" Charlotte groaned as they locked the cell gate. 

"Well, we've explained this as best we can!"

"So you better just suspend your disbelief!" The cops said, before walking off and leaving the "criminals" to themselves.

"Captain Man, all I want for Christmas is a hug from you. Can I please have one?" (y/n) asked innocently, knowing better than to jump into her best friends arms willy-nilly when there were strangers around.

"Of course, citizen." He readily agreed, welcoming his girl into a tight embrace after spending the entire day yearning for her. They could have stayed like that for hours, just happy to know that the other was safe and sound, but they had to keep up appearances.

"Thank you, Captain Man. My life's dream has now been fulfilled." (y/n) said distantly, pulling back too soon for her or his liking, but she had no choice. She didn't want Jasper or the bald guy to get suspicious if she got too familiar with him. 

"You're welcome, girl I don't know." He pretended like she was a stranger, but his eyes told her that she was anything but that. For him, she was home.

"Captain Man, do you remember me? I'm Jasper! We've met several times." The curly-haired boy butted in as (y/n) played with her sleeves once she had separated from Ray. At least she was with him, that was all that mattered. The large man grimaced as Henry and Charlotte chattered quietly behind the boy. How could he forget this kid?

"Yes, I remember you, hi...hey, why don't you talk to my new friend, Harold?" Ray suggested. He didn't want to put up with the kid's questions and endless nattering, he just wanted to spend Christmas Eve listening to whatever (y/n) wanted to say. He could listen to her stories all day.

"No! Bald! Don't look at me!" Harold screamed in terror, his arms wrapping around his smooth head as Jasper sat next to him and tried to soothe his sobbing. Ray took his chance as the two were distracted and led (y/n) by the hand to the opposite side of the cell where Henry and Charlotte were.

"Okay, what's the plan?" He asked excitedly as they huddled together so Jasper and Harold wouldn't hear anything. 

"What do you mean?" Henry asked in return as the three of them gave Ray blank looks. They had worked hard to get into jail, they had no clue how to get out.

"The plan, what's the plan?" He reiterated, assuming that they had some idea of how to bust out of jail so he could go home and celebrate Christmas with (y/n) like he always did.

"What plan?" Charlotte folded her arms in confusion.

"The plan to get me outta here." He explained.

"Ohhhhhhh." The three of them suddenly felt very stupid.

"We don't have one," Henry revealed, making the man's smile drop instantly.

"You don't have a plan?!" Ray looked from the kids to (y/n) in disbelief. What the hell were they doing here if not for getting him out?

"No! I mean, I didn't want you to be alone and locked up here on Christmas Eve, with Jasper might I add, so Henry and I got arrested to keep you company." (y/n) told him sheepishly, feeling a bit dumb when she said it out loud. By the way Ray thudded his head against the wall, she guessed he was annoyed. Oops.

"I'm just a victim of circumstance," Charlotte added as he walked around them and into the middle of the cell. (y/n) gulped as he brushed past her, she had hoped for a better reaction than that.

"Great. So I get to spend Christmas in a jail cell." Ray complained bitterly. He had wanted to spend merely one evening with his girl on the couch, both of them wearing pyjamas and giggling in the light of the Christmas tree. They'd wake up in each other's arms, having fallen asleep watching Home Alone for the hundredth time and then they'd open their gifts. Maybe by some Christmas miracle he would've given her a mistletoe kiss and made all his dreams come true. He'd have done all that if he wasn't in some lousy jail cell.

"Well, at least we're here with you," Henry said positively, trying to look on the bright side.

"Yeah, and I'm sure our parents are gonna--" Charlotte tried to be rational, but she was interrupted when Jasper soothed Harold, who was still sobbing about his hair loss.

"There, there. It's okay that you're bald. You didn't choose to be this way." He said softly to the man as he stroked his head. The four people across the cell looked at the scene in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry we're spending Christmas like this." Ray turned to his best friend and mumbled to her quietly. He knew how much she loved the holiday season and how she tried to make the most of it since she rarely got to see any of her family when it finally rolled around. He was the one who always kept her company, but now, thanks to his ego and a hairnet, they were gonna have the worst Christmas ever.

"Hey, it's all right. As long as I'm with you, I don't care how we spend Christmas." She smiled at him sweetly, but the tender moment was disrupted when a cop came to the cell with Mrs Hart following behind him.

"Mom!" Henry grinned at his mother, assuming she was there to get him out, but it soon fell when the blonde lady miserably shuffled into the cell, and the officer locked the door again.

"Oh, crap." (y/n) breathed out as the cop walked away, leaving everyone in the jail cell to twiddle their thumbs again. Mrs Hart took a seat on one of the blue benches in the cell, and Ray followed suit, smirking at her as he ignored the way his heart pulled towards his best friend. 

"Hey, figured I'd sit here." He crooned to Henry's mom, making (y/n) feel sick to her stomach as she quietly took a seat next to Charlotte. The girl sympathetically put her hand over hers when she stared at her lap as her dream guy flirted with another woman. Looks like he didn't feel the same way and that he'd rather spend the evening with Mrs Hart than her. As usual, she'd been overlooked, and her hopes of him feeling the same was crushed back into the corner where she ignored them. 

"Okay." She smiled politely, not wanting to get too cosy with him since she was a) in jail, b) in love with her husband and c) knew that Captain Man loved a girl he was too afraid to talk to. And by his flirtatious behaviour, she guessed that he was still building up his courage to do so. 

"I can't believe you're in jail." She ignored the superhero and frowned at her son, who was sitting on the floor.

"You're in jail." Henry pointed out to her, thinking that any punishment he got from her would be entirely hypocritical. 

"Well, what kind of mother would I be if I let my child sit in jail without his mother." Mrs Hart defended herself, even though her argument was built on shaky ground.

"You know, I think you look too young to be anyone's mother." Ray complimented her, unaware of how he was breaking (y/n)'s heart. It was bad enough knowing he chatted her up when she was stuck in the Man Cave, but seeing it in person? She swore she wouldn't last the night.

"Oh, stop!" Mrs Hart told him, trying to be stern, but she came across as flirty to both Ray and (y/n). The woman wanted a reason to hate her, wanted to curse her name and call her a bitch for flirting back, but she had no ground to stand on. Mrs Hart was a lovely woman, sweet, kind, and generous. How was she supposed to compete with that? How was she supposed to hate her when she'd done nothing wrong?

"Kill me." (y/n) whimpered to herself, Henry and Charlotte being the only people who heard her.

"Yeah, stop," Henry instructed Ray in an icy voice. He hated when Ray tried it on with his mom, but with (y/n) in the room, it boiled his blood even more. The superhero knocked it off when the boy nodded his head to the young woman, and he saw how she was sat by herself, looking miserable to say it was her favourite night of the year. 

"I can't believe I'm a girl spending Christmas in a man's jail! And I don't see any tissues available." Charlotte complained, standing up and frowning at her cellmates. The sign on the wall was complete bullshit, and it made the night seem even suckier.

"Look, the important thing is that it's Christmas, and we're all together," Ray said, putting his hand on Mrs Hart's shoulder, ruining his message for Henry and (y/n) as he tried it on again.

"But we're not all together, are we?" The young woman said in a bored, cool tone, knowing that Mr Hart had been put in another cell. She could swear that the universe was against her; she knew Ray wouldn't dare touch another man's wife if said man was in the room. Unfortunately for her, though, he was free to cuddle her as much as he liked since Mr Hart was absent. 

"Yeah, I'm worried about your father." Mrs Hart said to her son, making Ray back off at the mention of the man she married. 

"Well, if they arrested him with you, how come they didn't put him in here?" Henry asked as Ray wandered over to (y/n), who just ignored him. She loved him to pieces, but she would never lower herself into being a rebound.

"Apparently, pulling down a police officer's pants down is a class one misdemeanour." His mom explained, making the young woman behind her raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, shit." She said as she mulled over the situation, trying not to show any sign that she was annoyed with Ray. She didn't want him to see how his flirting upset her, so she just kept her distance from him.

"What?" Mrs Hart turned around and looked at her in worry.

"Oh, that means that they've put him in a cell with all the bad criminals. You know, the murderers, robbers, gang members...I'll stop talking now." (y/n) trailed off when everyone grimaced at the thought of Henry's dad being with all those dangerous men. Well, everyone apart from Ray, who smiled at the thought of having an opportunity to drown out his yearning by focusing on some meaningless feelings. Every time he turned to someone else, he didn't see how (y/n) took one step back from telling him how she felt.

Charlotte took a seat next to Mrs Hart, who was thrumming her fingers against her face as the hours started to stretch. 

"This does not feel like Christmas." (y/n) grumbled as she sat next to Henry on the floor. She could've spent Christmas on a landfill site, and it would've been better than sitting through Ray's lovefest with another woman. Especially since he'd shoved Charlotte down the bench so he could get close to Kris Hart again. Gross.

"Not at all." Jasper agreed, Ray looking at his best friend in heartbreak. He wanted to take away all her pain, thinking that the jail cell was cramping her mood, but in reality, he just needed to talk to her, not Henry's mom, and she'd bounce back instantly.

"Not even close." Charlotte finished, feeling depressed at how her Christmas was turning out.

"This is the opposite of Christmas." Mrs Hart sighed, but their ears twitched when they heard a scratchy tune coming down the hall. They all frowned in confusion as the different notes began to blend into harmony.

"Am I imagining something or...is that..." Henry said as the melody seemed familiar.

"...Jingle Bells." Charlotte realised, following the tune in her head.

"In jail?" Jasper asked in bewilderment as Henry and (y/n) stood up so they could hear the music.

"But...where is it coming from?" Mrs Hart wondered, trying to think of who would be tapping along to a Christmas carol in a prison.

"Maybe someone who really wanted to play with his handbells." (y/n) smiled as she remembered that Mr Hart was down the hall. She figured that the festive season brought out his musical side and that he was creating the tune with his cellmates.

"Jingle Bells, Jingles Bells..." Henry started to mumble along to the melody absent-mindedly, and Ray and (y/n) decided that they felt like singing too.

"Jingle all the way." They smiled at each other as they joined in, prompting everyone to sing the well-known lyrics too. 

"Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!" Mrs Hart and Jasper held hands as they moved into the second verse.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh." Ray put his arm around (y/n) as everyone sang together. This was what made her Christmas special, just her, him and their friends sharing the festive spirit. Mrs Hart pulled her son into a hug as the couple danced with Charlotte, and Jasper and Harold put their arms around each other. 

"Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh, O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way, haha!" They giggled as they finished the bits they remembered, glad that they had found some cheer even in their bleak situation. 

"Oh my god, look!" Charlotte gasped as she saw something above everyone's heads and pointed to it. 

"Holy cow, mistletoe!" Jasper exclaimed as he recognised the plant that had been mysteriously taped there. Well, this was a turnout for the books. Mrs Hart gave her son an affectionate peck on the cheek, and (y/n) did the same to Charlotte, whilst Jasper and the bald guy just settled for a handshake. That only left Ray, who gulped at all his options.

"Hey, who am I supposed to kiss?" He whined, not wanting to be left out, but also blushing as the situation dawned on him.

"Not my mom!" Henry quickly interjected, not wanting to see that and he knew that they'd have to carry (y/n) out on a stretcher. 

"You know, 'cause she's...married." He excused, his heart thumping at the moment they were shaping.

"May I suggest my friend, (y/n)? She's not married." Charlotte shoved the woman forward, her cheeks flushing as she looked at Ray in terror. These little shits, of course, they'd try something like this so she'd break. 

"Oh, I don't think Captain Man wants to kiss me." She chuckled nervously, trying to get herself and Ray out of the situation. There was no way in the world he'd want to kiss her; she was his friend, nothing more.

"I would never force this young lady into anything like that." Ray held up his hands, feeling just as anxious as his friend did. God, he wanted to kiss her, he was desperate to discover what those lips tasted like finally, but he took her nervousness as repulsion, so he reigned in his desire. 

"I'll kiss you, Captain Man." Jasper offered, not caring about the connotations; he just wanted to be helpful to his favourite superhero.

"I'll kiss (y/n)." Ray quickly deadpanned, the idea of being anywhere near the boy making him nauseous. The young woman blinked and gulped as her masked hero turned to her and stepped forward. Was this really happening?

"Y-you don't have to d-do this." She stuttered, wanting to give him one last chance to push her away before she succumbed to everything she had ever dreamed of doing.

"You don't have to either." He swallowed the lump in his throat as she put her hands on his chest. He also wanted to give her the space to step back, even though he was already leaning in. 

"It's all right." She promised him and closed the gap between them. 

It was chaste, innocent and agonisingly brief for everyone watching. But for Ray and (y/n), it felt like a lifetime as their lips met for the first time. He was right, she did taste like honey, but also like the gingerbread chapstick she had been using throughout the holidays. He just wanted more, especially when she instinctively slid her hands up to the hair on the nape of his neck.

(y/n) took in everything about him, how soft his chocolate locks were, how his cologne enveloped her and how his lips were softer than she had ever imagined. Every other guy she had kissed before had rough, chapped lips, but his were plump, gentle and made just for her. He tasted like mint and bubblegum, an unexpected flavour, but not one that she hated. In fact, she wanted to experience it for the rest of her life. This was what she had been missing, what she had been chasing and it felt like she was drinking in his soul. 

It was perfect and Henry and Charlotte subtly shook hands as the couple lingered for a few seconds, feeling like all their work had paid off. Two friends who had been dancing around each other for years had shared their first kiss thanks to them and it was their greatest achievement, but...it didn't last.

(y/n) realised that she was being overly indulgent and pulled back before she could truly explore the depths of Ray like she wanted to. She took in a deep breath as he removed his hands from her waist and she let go of his face. Ray remembered who he was kissing and who was watching and receded in slight horror. He'd let go of his inhibitions and he felt like he had taken advantage of her.

"Well, that's that." He breathed out and took a step back from her, kicking down his instinct to dive back in and see what else he could learn about her. She too stepped away awkwardly and licked her lips, chasing that faint lingering essence of mint before she lost it. Waiting to see if he would say or do anything else felt like an eternity, so she beat him to it and acted like it had been a mere friendly peck. 

"Merry Christmas, Captain Man." (y/n) twitched her mouth into a nervous smile as Henry and Charlotte mentally facepalmed at how they reverted to their shy and oblivious selves, seeing how they refused to believe that the other enjoyed the kiss. 

"Merry Christmas, swee--Miss (y/n)," Ray replied with an equally tight smile and refrained from giving her his preferred name. He longed to take her in his arms again and tell her everything he felt for her and kiss her until he had mapped out her mouth in his mind, but he couldn't. There were too many people watching and she had turned away to give Charlotte a stressed, but blissed-out face. 

She never saw how he pined for her and he never saw how she longed for him to make a move.

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The Missing Jacket

(TickleTober Day 17: Interrogation)

Summary: Dean is convinced that Sam hid his jacket

Pairing: None

Word Count: 728

A/N: Oops, my hand slipped and I wrote lee!sam again. Silly me 😔😔

I can’t do real interrogations, so I wrote a stupid and silly one. Hope you enjoy!

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“Sam, have you seen my jacket?” Dean asked, looking over at his brother who was on the couch, reading a book.

“No? Maybe you misplaced it… you’re not the most organized person.” Snarked the younger Winchester, a sly smirk on his face.

Dean knew that smirk.

That was the smirk of a little brother who was hiding something.

“Oh really? I think you’re full of it.”

Suddenly, quick as lightening, Dean pinned Sam to the couch, sitting on his hips and restraining his wrists with one hand.

Sam blinked in shock, taken aback by the sudden movement.

“Dean, wha-” He was cut off by the sight of wiggling fingers, hovering just above his vulnerable midsection.

He tugged at his arms, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks, eyes wide with anticipation.

“Well, little brother, I think a little interrogation is in order…”

Sam let out a giggle, sucking in his stomach in a futile attempt to get away.

“D-Dean, don’t you dahahare! I didn’t take it!”

With a sly grin, Dean dug into Sam’s tummy, getting peals of laughter in response.

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth, Sammy. Wanna try again?” The elder pulled his hand away, letting it once again hover above the sensitive skin, delighting in the way Sam continued to giggle.

“I-I didn’t take your stupid jacket! Mahahaybe you should start keeping t-track of your things!”

Dean raised an eyebrow, amused by his brother’s sass.

Once again, he vibrated a claw shaped hand against the younger’s flesh.

Sam tossed his head back with bright, boisterous laughter. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was having just as much fun as Dean. It was a nice change of pace for the brothers, being silly and playful.

“Very funny. Where’s the jacket, Sam?” Pulling his hand away again, he gave a mischievous smile. “Don’t make me take… drastic measures.”

Sam had a twinkle in his eye that showed he had no intention of caving, though every rational thought in his mind told him to.

“Not. Telling.”

The older hunter couldn’t hold back a laugh, enjoying this rare, playful side of his little brother.

“Alright, Sammy.. you asked for it!”

He released Sam’s hands in favor of holding him by the sides, diving down and blowing a loud raspberry on Sam’s belly, kneading his sides at the same time.

To say it was effective would be an understatement.

The youngest Winchester practically screamed, boyish laughter filling their little motel room.

“DEHEHEAN, NOOO! I-IT TIHIHICKLES!”

Dean chuckled darkly, the sound buzzing against Sam’s skin.

“That’s the point, Genius. Now, you gonna tell me where my jacket is, or do I have to do it again?”

Sam covered his mouth with his now free hands, eyes sparkling with childlike glee.

He shook his head quickly, fluffy brown hair shaking with him.

The elder sighed with mock disappointment.

“Alright, Sammy… I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you leave me no choice…”

With that ominous statement, he dove back in.

This time however, he nibbled the rim of Sam’s bellybutton, earning a surprised snort followed by hysterical squeals.

“DEHEHEE- I CAHA- OKAY, OKAY!!”

Taking that as a means of surrender, Dean pulled away, watching Sam calm himself down.

The sight brought a warmth to his heart, a feeling of nostalgia consuming him.

“Well? Don’t make me do it again!” He teasingly threatened, causing the younger to giggle frantically.

“Nonononono! I-It’s under the chahahair!!”

Dean blinked with disbelief.

He looked over to the small table that sat in front of the motel’s window, and low and behold, his jacket lay underneath the dinky wooden chair.

Dean mentally face palmed, feeling like an idiot.

“Did you even hide it?” He questioned, baffled.

Sam giggled.

“No... I just wanted to see how long it would take you to find it.” He said with a sly smirk, breaking into a new bout of laughter.

Dean had to laugh along, amused by his own foolishness.

“You know what? Just for that-”

He blew one last raspberry on the sensitive tummy, Sam squirming and kicking with surprise.

“AH- NOT FAIR, JEHEHERK!”

Dean pulled away for good, ruffling his little brothers hair.

“You know I don’t play fair, bitch.”

Dean cherished these moments.

At the end of the day, Sam was still just his pain in the ass little brother, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[hyun-xxe]

Until I See you, Again (Idol!Yeonjun x Female!reader)

summary: you and yeonjun use to date throughout all of highschool and after, but then suddenly he ended things to become an idol. devestated, you both part ways.... but what if one day, years later, he find something that reminds him of you and desperately tries to find you.

*PART 1*

warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending blah blah blah

i haven't kept up with txt in a while, so their characters will be OOC (out of character) so i apologize

Ever since you were little, one thing that your father always told you was to safeguard your heart; that it was the most precious organ in your body.

Something as simple as a heartbreak can kill it, literally and figuratively. It scared you shitless as a kid, but as you got older you kind of laughed at the thought. heartbreak couldn't be that bad like your dad make it, afterall, him and your mom were going on strong for 28 years.

Entering middle school, you were already pressured to date, and you caved in. You got yout first boyfriend in 8th grade, but soon broke up at the start of summer because he wasn't ready.

It didn't hurt or anything, because you knew it wouldn't last, in fact at the time you just wanted to date to fit in with your friends that were in relationships.

It wasn't until you hit high school where everything changed, because of one boy. You met him by pure accident, as if the universe wanted you both to meet.

The start of the school year, you already had your classes picked out, but something was messed up in your transcript and instead of you getting psychology, the school accidentally enrolled you in AP biology.

You remember walking into that class, ready to tell the teacher that you weren't meant to be in this class, but when you made eye contact with him, every thought of you flew out of your head.

He was sitting in the back of the class taking extensive notes of the board. Feeling your stares on him, he turns toward you with a confused glance, staring you down.

His jet black, fluffy hair covering up until his eyes, but his glasses pushed them out of the frame. he had a black shirt with a grey sweater ontop and blue jeans. Who was he and how come you've never seen him around?

Looking back at the board, he quickly called you over and tapped on the seat next to him and you quickly obeyed orders, trying to not create any attention on you.

"You're like really late, you know that?" he broke the silence between you two, getting a chuckle out of you.

"Yeah, well, that was because I'm not suppose to be in this class, it was a mix up on the schools end, so I am here to fix it." you answer, looking around at the other students in the class.

There wasn't much students in this class, only about 10 and that was because a lot of kids preferred not to take AP classes due to the stress it would cause.

He pushed up his glasses and cleared some of his hair that was blocking his view, "Bummer, you're really going to drop out of this class? What class were you suppose to take?"

"Psychology." you say, "AP of any class wasn't on my list."

His smile causes butterflies in your stomach, "Well, I think you should reconsider with this, it's actually pretty fun. We take trips every wednesday to collect data, and its pretty fun."

The idea of taking a trip perked your interest, "Really? You take trips in this class?"

Your question caused him to chuckle a bit as he nodded his head, "Yes, but don't get your hopes up, its not all that."

That was enough to make you decide to stay in this class, even though you knew it was going to be hard. A part of you wanted to hit your hard really hard, especially since you decided to stay in this class for a boy, a boy who you might not even befriend.

"Whats your name, by the way?" he asked.

You turned to him and stretched out your hand, "My name is Y/N."

He took your hand in his and shook it, "Nice to meet you, my name is Yeonjun."

-7 years later

"Y/N, are you ok?" a hand waved in front of you, "You seem to be really out of space." your friend laughed.

Getting out of your trance that you were frequently in, you looked at him and smiled, "Sorry," you say sheepishly, "I don't know why this keeps happening."

Your friend sighs and sits next to you, "Well, there seems to be something on your mind," he says, "do you wants to talk about it?"

Thinking about it, you shook your head, "No, not really in the mood. Thank you though, Jay." you give him a grin and a pat on the shoulder.

Your friend, Jay, nods his head, still uncertain about you saying no, but respecting your wish. "Well, we should really be studying for this test." he ruffles your hair, "This is our senior year of college, we need to lock in."

You laugh at his words, "Lock in? we've been saying that since sophmore year of college and we still rush to finish things. At this point, those words are like a curse to us."

Jay chuckles and lets out a frustrated yell, "I don't know what to do," he pulls his hair, "This stupid test has gotten me so stressed. When I decided to join this psychology course, I was thinking it was going to be easy."

Shoving Jay in the shoulder, you rolled your eyes and pulled your computer closer to you, exiting the spotify app to go on Youtube. "yeah, well, I don't know where you saw that it was going to be easy, dummy."

He took the computer from you, "Did you hear Kendricks new song to Drake called Meet the Grahams? It's so crazy!"

As he is typing it in, you take a sip of your coffee, "No, I don't keep up with this rap stuff."

Jay pulls it up and before the video plays, two double ads pop up, earning a groan from both of you, "Fuck, you can't even block the ads on here, dammit!"

You were about the laugh until the second ad pops up, which almost let a gasp out of you.

"TXT COMEBACK DECEMBER 2, 2022!"

The trailer showcased the songs that will be on their upcoming album, "The Name Chapter; Temptation." and there was one member that stuck out like a sore thumb. His lips gave away his identity, the one that was stuck in your mind 24/7 and you just couldn't get him out.

He was the first guy that ever broke your heart.

...//....//....//...//...///...///

Yeonjun always promised himself one thing when he became an idol which was to never have any regrets, which is why he decided to join the company. He knew that it was an only once in a life time opportunity that he just couldn't pass over.

The training life was difficult and hard, but he knew that it was all going to be in the past and he was going to live his dream of becoming an idol, and their ad on Youtube proved to him that he made it.

This was their 6th mini album and with each comeback him and his members did, he still couldn't believe the fact that they are successful.

"This is the best album yet," Beomgyu exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, "We all killed it!"

Kai also jumped up and down, clapping his hands, "can't believe that accentuated my features better this time! I look sexy!" he smiled big.

Yeonjun laughed as they all watched the trailer to their song, Sugar Rush Ride.

The members gasped when it showed the whispering part and it got them more excited that they get to share their hard work with MOA soon.

"Not going to lie, performing at lollapalooza is still living in my head rent free, I wish we could go back to that time." Yeonjun sighed.

Taehyun hit his shoulder, "You always bring that up everytime we are watching a trailer of ours."

Yeonjun shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry for bringing up the best memory we had," he laughed, "I just want to go back, you know?" he then gasped, "You think they would have us for Cochella?"

Soobin let out a laugh, "lets not get ahead of ourselves now, maybe soon though, I can sense it."

The trailer ended and everyone sat back down.

"Hey Kai," Taehyun called out, "I have a favor to ask."

Kai perked up and looked to his member, "Sure, what is it?"

"I remember I brought my old nintendo with me when we moved in this place, can you bring it to me? I don't know why I suddenly remembered it."

Kai stood up and nodded his head, "Yeah, of course. Where is it?"

Taehyun thought for a little, "It's in the storage room where we keep most of our things."

Understanding the assignment, Kai walked to the storage room to achieve the item and along the way, stumbled upon another thing. When he found the box where Taehyun threw the device in, there was another device.

It was a black, rectangular shaped thing. It had buttons on top that were grey, and one red. It read that it belonged to Yeonjun, so Kai decided to bring it with him back to the guys.

"here you go," he handed the nintendo to Taehyun and then turned to Yeonjun, "Here you go as well."

Yeonjun stared at it, confused why Kai was handing him this device. "Why are you giving this to me?"

"Well, when I was getting Taehyun's thing, I saw this with your name in the box with his, so I was curious and gave it to you to see what it is."

This caught all the members attention as Yeonjun looked at the object closely. He forgot where he got it from and what it was used for, so he was scared using it in front of the others.

"I don't remember where I got this from," he says, pressing a button to see if it did something, but when nothing happened he just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess its useless."

Soobin sighed and grabbed it from him, "Do you really not know how this recorder works." he shakes his head, "And I thought I was dumb."

He pressed a red button and a loud screech was heard in the room, causing some to close their ears. By the time it was done, it started to roll.

7 seconds in, there was nothing that was happening.

"Maybe this thing is use-"

"Is this thing on?"

a voice was heard from the recorder, "Shit, I don't know why I spent so much money on something I don't know how to work."

Yeonjun listened closely, trying to hear the voice clearly.

"Lemme ask Sofia about this."

A minute has passed when they heard more talking.

"You're so dumb!" the voice laughed, "You were recording the entire time!"

it was clear that it was two girls laughing, but the members were confused why Yeonjun even had this.

"Ok, leave so I can do my message you dumbass."

The voice, Yeonjun thought to himself, it sounds so similar to someone he knew, someone he cared about deeply. The laugh, the way they talked, he had a feeling he knew who it belonged to.

"Anyways, that was embarassing, but Yeonjuuunnnnn~" the voice sang out, "I bought this thing to leave you sweet messages because doing it this way seems more romantic... and I saw it in a movie and you know how sentimental I get."

the members stared at Yeonjun as they saw his lips part and eyes get wide.

"I love you with all my heart, and I know I say this often a lot, but I really do love you. I wasn't into dating and any of that stuff even though I had a massive crush on you, but you are seriously the best boyfriend I could ask for!"

your laugh, the laugh you did just now, he remembers hearing it all the time back then and it was his favorite sound.

"I am planning on recording messages in this for the summer of you visiting family in Korea. Please be safe over there and tell them I say hi! Also guess what, I got my SAT results back and I got 1,300! I am so proud of myself!"

there was a long pause before the voice continued, "Anyways, I should end this... fuck, how do you end this- SOFIA!"

Stomps could be heard in the audio, "Y/N! Come on," the voice laughs, "Its like thi-"

The recording ends as it cuts off the friend talking. Everyone looked to Yeonjun who was just sitting there, trying to hold back some tears that were threatening to fall.

He doesn't understand how he could forget about you, but I guess with the intense training he went through, he just naturally pushed his life back in the states behind in his mind.

"Who was that? How come you never told us about this Y/N?" Beomgyu asked.

Yeonjun was still at a lost for words and he didn't know whether to get up and leave, or just sit there for the rest of the night.

"Are you ok?" Taehyun questioned, getting closer to him.

"I-" Yeonjun stuttered, "I need to find her."

[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

Lemuria Pottery- Chapter two

Rafayel x y/n, pottery au? (Rafayel is a potter/teacher)

You decide to take some pottery classes at a pottery studio run by Rafayel...

The next class seemed to come up quickly, my busy week finally getting a small break. I was excited for the pottery class today. Afterall, today was the day I’d make the vase, then it’d dry and we’d paint, and finally pick it up when it’s done. It was a crucial day, a huge step in the process. I got ready with plenty of time to spare today, so I stopped by at a cafe nearby before heading to the studio. The cafe was cozy inside, the lighting just right and the chairs decorated with fluffy pillows. It was a perfect place to eat and relax before class. I smiled at the college aged girl at the counter, giving her my order. She gave me the total and I reached into my purse to grab my wallet, but before I could grab my wallet, I heard a familiar voice. “I’ll get it.” I furrowed my brows and looked up to see the lavender haired man. “Oh, Rafayel. You don’t have to-” I began. 

He interrupted me, waving his hand. “Add a latte to the order please,” he let the girl at the counter know. She nodded, eyeing us before doing that and telling Rafayel the new total. He swiped his card before I could argue. He took the number from the girl and gestured to me to follow him out of the line. “Want to sit with me?” he asked, I nodded, definitely not wanting to be rude. “I didn’t think I’d see you here,” he smiled as we sat. 

“Ah,” I chuckled. “I’m usually a pretty on time person despite last week. I tend to get places too early, so today I decided to come here before class.” 

“Well, you chose a good spot. They sell the best coffee in the city, the atmosphere is unbeatable too. I tried to make the studio give the same vibes, but I don’t think it can even compare to here.” 

“Mm, I think it’s pretty close. Your studio has a certain charm to it that you don’t always get to see,” I reasoned. 

“Oh?” I nodded. 

“It’s cozy in a different way. Cozy, yet still makes you feel like you can be productive I guess. I think if I tried to work here I’d fall asleep, though that could be nice.” 

“It’s definitely a place you can fall asleep in,” Rafayel agreed. I raised my brow. 

“Speaking from experience?” I asked. 

“Came a bit too late in the night,” he pursed his lips. The girl at the counter called out the number and Rafayel stood, telling me to stay put while he gets our order. He handed my drink and food to me before sitting down. I took a sip of the drink. “What do you think?” 

“It’s actually really good, I wish this place was closer to my apartment,” I chuckled. He nodded. A soft buzz interrupted what he was going to say, a frown appearing on his face. “I hate to cut this short, but I’m going to have to take this to go. I have a meeting with my manager and he’s there early waiting for me. I’ll see you in class though,” he explained. I nodded. 

“See you,” I smiled, waving to him as he left the cafe. 

About half an hour later, I walked into the studio, grabbing an apron and getting ready like the rest of the class. Rafayel gave us a few more tips before beginning to make his rounds around the classroom. I began right away, sculpting the clay and reminding myself of the correct amount of pressure to make the wheel spin. I had lost count of how many times I had almost had it- then watched in defeat as the vase fell over. Couples were beginning to leave one by one, completing their project. I glanced at the clock, noticing I only had a few minutes left and my most recent attempt at the vase had just caved in on itself. With a frustrated sigh, I punched the rest of the clay in, needing to restart once again. Rafayel had noticed, glancing at me before returning to help the couple in front of him. They were the only ones left besides me. I bit my lip when I saw them getting up to leave. I carefully moved the clay, squinting hard to try to be precise. This is where it always ended up in failure. I watched as the clay began to once again cave in on itself and frowned, hearing footsteps come over to me. I looked up to see Rafayel and sank down into the stool. “I’m not cut out for this,” I told him. He shook his head. 

“Your design just isn’t beginner's level,” he nodded at the sketch that was on the floor next to me. I nodded. 

“I suppose. Let me just make a small bowl or something really quick and then I’ll leave, I don’t want to keep you here,” I told him. He shook his head. 

“Nah, I’ll help. Give me one second to go grab some water and I can help you out. Get the basic shape you’ve been getting, but then wait on the rest for me,” he instructed. 

“You don’t have to, I’m sure you’re busy,” I argued. He shook his head and smiled. 

“I just have a few things I have to work on. No other classes or anything though, so feel free to take your time,” he said, heading upstairs before I could argue. When he came back downstairs, I had just begun to shape the vase. He nodded, before disappearing into the back, returning with a small mug and placing it on a table nearby, leaving once again and returning with some paint. I watched as he sat down and began to paint, not even realizing I was staring until he interrupted me. “Your clay is about to collapse if you stop there,” he smirked. I quickly returned to my task, keeping a hold of the clay. I got it steady and to the step as Rafayel instructed, so I stopped the wheel. He looked over at me. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. He stood and came over to my station. “With what your idea is, the rest is going to be easier to do without the wheel spinning, that’s why it’s caving in. Use these,” he lifted a tool, “to get the smoothness you want. You’ll want to use a lot less pressure so that you don’t poke a hole or make it too thin, both of those things will make it collapse.” 

“Ah, so I was making it too thin before,” I gathered. He nodded.

“I’ll show you how.” He sat down next to me and began to work on the vase, checking my design to make sure it matched. I hadn’t realized how close I had leaned into him and the vase, watching him work so I could try until he looked over at me, our noses a few inches away. My face heated up and I quickly moved back. “Got it?” he asked. I nodded and took the tools from him, beginning to work. He returned to his piece, grabbing a paintbrush and beginning to paint. The both of us were quiet for some time, focused on our projects as music softly played in the background. I hadn’t even noticed he’d turned on some music. After some time I had finally finished, looking over at Rafayel. His eyes were focused on the mug, lips pursed slightly into a pout as he painted, head tilted for the angle. He looked in his element. It’s hard to explain, but sometimes when you see someone do something, you can tell it’s their thing. It’s like they were made to do that. Just as Rafayel looked like he was made to be in this studio, under the soft lighting, painting and adding to his art. I only realized I was staring when he turned to look at me, meeting my gaze. “You know if you keep staring there’s going to be a hole in my head,” he nonchalantly said. “Are you done with the vase?” 

“Yeah,” I muttered, embarrassed. 

“You can come watch if you want.” 

“Can I really?” I said, a bit too excited. He smiled. 

“Yeah. Pull up a chair.” I did just that, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t interrupt him. Being closer, I could actually tell what he was working on, though the colors seemed off to me. It seemed like something that would hold jewelry, a fish tail holding up a platter. The platter seemed to look similar to an ocean's bubbles, but tannish-green. He was working on something in the middle, though I couldn’t tell. The fish tail was a sort of grey-pink. It looked like it was supposed to be something ocean themed, but the colors were weird. “What do you think?” Rafayel asked, sitting back and stretching his neck. 

“Why is it so grey?” I asked, a look of slight disgust on my face without me realizing. He burst into laughter. 

“The color changes after firing it,” he explained. 

“Why? How?” I asked, tilting my head. 

“When it’s fired in the kiln, the chemicals in the glaze interact with the air and change its color,” he explained. 

“Weird. So what color is this going to be then?” I asked, pointing at the fish tail. 

“A deep purple.” 

“No way,” I squinted at him, not believing him. He nodded. 

“It’s true. I’ve sampled all of the colors. This one turns to a dark purple.” 

“Then, does this top bubbly part turn into blue?” I asked. 

“Precisely, how’d you know?” 

“It’s supposed to be an ocean type theme isn’t it? That’s at least what it looks like so it makes sense for the top to be blue.” I shrugged. 

“Pretty much, yeah. It’s a commission from a ceo in a nearby city,” he explained. I nodded. 

“You do commissions?” I asked. 

“Of course. I have to make money somehow. She apparently saw one of my exhibits and wanted something to hold her diamond necklace.” 

“Fancy,” I nodded. 

“If she places it right, the sun could reflect off the diamond and make the top look like it’s shimmering water,” he looked at the piece. 

“Sounds pretty,” I paused. “But also like a really expensive disco ball.” Rafayel laughed. 

“Yes, but a diamond reflects a rainbow pattern, haven’t you seen that before?” he asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. 

“Nope. Never owned a real diamond,” I admitted. His eyebrows raised as he looked at me. 

“Never?” he asked, surprised. I smiled and shook my head. 

“I’m not exactly rolling in the bucks,” I explained. He nodded, but frowned. 

“Wait here,” he instructed, getting up and practically running up his stairs. I was confused and didn’t move, wondering what on earth he was doing. “(y/n)!” I suddenly heard him call. 

“Yes?” I called back. 

“Come up here!” Confused, I did as he said, heading up the stairs. I opened the door and saw him standing near a window. He waved his hand at me. I walked over to him. He sat a piece of paper on the ground and set a bracelet onto it. “See, now you know,” he nodded to the paper, pointing to the slight rainbow on the paper, reflecting off of the diamond. 

“Woah,” I gasped, crouching down to see. “This is real?” I asked. 

“100% genuine diamond, yes,” he confirmed. 

“It’s pretty,” I dumbly stated. He nodded. 

“Now imagine this reflecting on the top of that necklace holder.” 

“It’d be gorgeous,” I agreed, looking over at him, the two of us squatted down and looking at the diamond. 

“Rafayel!” a voice yelled, interrupting us. Rafayel’s face paled. I tilted my head, about to ask him what was wrong before his door opened. “What do you think you’re doing? That piece needs to be done by tomorrow morning, it should be firing already!” a man wearing a suit scolded him. He froze when he saw the scene in front of him. “Who is this?” he cautiously asked. 

“Ah, a student from the beginner’s pottery class. I was helping her out,” Rafayel explained. The man narrowed his eyes at him, clearly biting his tongue. 

“I should get going before it’s too late, I wouldn’t want to miss the subway,” I awkwardly excused myself. Rafayel looked at me horrified. “Ah, I can get you an uber, I believe we still have some work to do on your vase!” He suddenly said, quickly pressing a hand to my back and leading us downstairs. He glanced behind him before he let out a breath. “Um,” I began, not knowing where to start. “Sorry, that’s Thomas, my manager. He’s always like that,” he waved me off. 

“But he said that needs to be done-” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand. 

“You should,” Thomas appeared out of nowhere, making Rafayel scream and run behind me. My eyes widened, growing concerned for Rafayel. 

“Should I-” 

“No. Don’t go,” Rafayel pleaded. Thomas sighed. 

“Rafayel, stop holding the poor woman hostage. You do this all the time. Ms. Young is not a patient woman, if she doesn’t get that necklace holder on time tomorrow, she won’t give you the commission money. I apologize about this, and him,” he spoke, directing his last sentence to me. “He’s a terrible procrastinator.” 

“Am not! How do you expect me to work if I don’t have any inspiration?!” Rafayel exclaimed, still standing behind me. Thomas sighed. 

“Rafayel, please,” he looked at Rafayel, who pouted, clearly unhappy. 

“Fine, but I need to make sure (y/n) gets home safe,” he decided. Thomas rolled his eyes. 

“You’re not walking her home. Who said she wants you to know where she lives? And I know you’re saying that because you don’t want to work. I will call an uber for Ms. (y/n) and then I expect you to be working,” Thomas decided. 

“Fiiine,” Rafayel whined. Thomas shook his head and headed upstairs, leaving just the two of us, me in utter confusion. “Such a party pooper,” Rafayel said under his breath. 

“I heard that!” Thomas yelled down, making Rafayel stick his tongue out at him. I chuckled at his childishness. “There’s no need for me to take an uber, I can catch the subway,” I told Rafayel. 

“Nooooo, don’t leave me here with him,” Rafayel whined. 

“But you were just working on the piece,” I reminded him. He sighed. 

“Yes, but now my inspiration is fleeting and I need to recharge. Thomas doesn’t get that,” he explained. 

“Okay, then how do you get recharged?” I asked him. He thought for a moment. 

“Going to the cafe!” he announced, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the door. I figured arguing was useless, so I followed. We ordered a few drinks from the cafe and headed back to the studio. My uber arrived soon after, leaving Thomas to do God knows what to Rafayel to get him to finish. I was exhausted after it all. The actual labor it took to get my vase working, to the weird mood changes from Rafayel before and after Thomas. Rafayel was interesting. Definitely not the serious artist he seems to be online, not that I’ve stalked him or anything. I’d never. 

I couldn’t wait for the last pottery class. I was excited to finally add the finishing touches on my vase, but also a bit sad it was the last one. The subway ran behind so I headed straight to the studio today, getting ready with the others. Rafayel brought us to the back where the glazes were and explained how everything was organized. There was a small piece of clay that had been fired to show what the color would look like, since it would change. There were rows upon rows of glazes and paint brushes, and we were free to use whatever. I somehow ended up taking the longest, wanting to find the perfect colors for my vase. I finally settled on some and headed back to my station to paint them. Painting them wasn’t too difficult, it was actually fun. Rafayel had music playing softly in the speakers, most couples not requesting help with painting. Though he still walked around as usual. “It’s looking good,” he said, nodding at my vase. I smiled. 

“I think so too. It’s exactly how I wanted it to be. Thank you for all of your help.” 

“It’s my job,” he smiled. “What colors did you go with?” he asked, picking up the bottles of glaze I was using. “Oh? This is one of my favorites,” he said, showing me the bottle of blue glaze I had been using. 

“Really? Me too. It’s a gorgeous color. I think it’ll look nice with the greyish color on the bottom,” I explained my vision to him. He nodded, smiling before excusing himself as a couple was finished. I was once again somehow last in line to label my piece with Rafayel. “Can I get your number?” he asked, smiling, then quickly panicking. “I mean for the piece, sorry, well?...no, yeah, for the piece. I can send you a text when it’s ready.” I chuckled and nodded, giving him my number. 

“How long will it be?” I asked. 

“Usually a day or two, they’ll all go in at once, but sometimes they need some extra time,” he explained. I nodded. 

“Then I guess I’ll see you again then, thank you again. I’ve really enjoyed the class.” 

“I’m glad.” I smiled and nodded, heading for the door, almost disappointed this was going to be the second to last time I’d see Rafayel.  

“(y/n)” I heard him call after me. I stopped and turned. He seemed to hesitate before simiing. “Get home safe,” he finally said. I nodded and left the studio. 

Late the next night, I got a text from Rafayel. 

Unknown: hey y/n, its rafayel. Just wanted to let you know your piece is done firing and you can come by tomorrow and pick it up 

Me: okay! Is any time fine? 

Rafayel: yup! 

Me: perfect! I’ll swing by after work to get it. Did it turn out well??

Rafayel: i would say so 

Me: yes! I’ll see you tomorrow! Get some sleep! 

Rafayel: you too it’s late

Me: says the one who decided to text me at 1am 🫢

Rafayel: touche 

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

If you’re sick, I’m sick

Chishiya ✨IMAGINE✨

Hola everyone! I’m coming back to Tumblr with a bang <3 This is a little fluffy, cutesy, sweet imagine I wrote that I just find so adorable and a breath of fresh air. Because as much as I love me some smut and erotic imagines, I love the fluffy and light ones just as much. Variety, ya know?

⭐️SUMMARY: Shuntaro Chishiya is sick with a common cold and has no one to look after him…except you, that is. After practically telling you he doesn’t want you coming over in worry you’ll also contract the cold, you remain stubborn — ignoring his order and coming over anyway.

“Alright. Fine.” Chishiya sighs deeply over the phone, finally caving into your persistent begging. “But if you get sick that’s on you.”

It takes everything in you to not reveal the excitement in your voice when he says this. He’s currently not feeling well with a cold, insisting you stay put at home today. As hardheaded as you are, you can’t even fathom why he thought that would work.

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

You approach his front doorstep, the cold medicine and okayu you made for him in hand. Right as you’re about to ring the doorbell, the door opens, revealing a small framed, baby-faced man. He’s wearing a dark purple long sleeve shirt and light grey sweatpants. Whilst analyzing his outfit, you look down to see he’s sporting some fuzzy socks. Cute.

Walking inside, you hand Chishiya the okayu and cold medicine before taking your shoes off at the door and putting them into the glass organizer that he has there.

He sets the bag down onto his dining room table and walks back over to the sofa, slouching down lazily into it. You could almost laugh at how small he looks in comparison to the sofa. Almost everything he does is cute to you. He really doesn’t even have to try.

You walk into the dining room, removing the okayu from the bag, taking it to the kitchen to heat up.

“You dyed your hair back black?” You ask him, only just now taking notice of the change. You honestly prefer him in his naturally black hair — it favors his features better.

He nods, now laid all the way down flat onto the couch, arms crossed and tucked comfortably. “Yeah. Got a little sick of the platinum.”

Smiling, you blush at his voice, something about the tired, raspiness of it giving you butterflies. A couple minutes pass and the okayu is nice and hot by the time you take it out the warmer. You grab him a spoon and head towards the sofa.

“Scooch over so I can sit down, Chishiya,” you say, slightly annoyed that he’s taken up all room on the sofa. Where will you sit with him hogging up the whole space?

He looks from the television to you and shrugs suggestively. “Just sit down, y/n.”

Squinting in confusion, your eyes widen and you blush when you comprehend what he means.

“Okay…” You crawl on top of his relaxed and laid out body, your legs on either side of his pelvis. The warmth feels nice as you situate your body into the intimate position. You get shy realizing you’re practically sitting on his dick through your clothes, but try to ignore it as you get the okayu ready to feed to him.

“Here,” you tell him, bringing the spoon up to his mouth as you cup his chin.

Quirking up an eyebrow but asking no questions, he opens his mouth obediently and takes the porridge in. You watch, a bit too excited as he chews it with no fuss.

“Thanks,” he says, smirking as you wipe some remaining porridge from his lips with your thumb. You nod, blowing on another spoon full and feeding it to him like a caring nurse. You and Chishiya are very close friends — no labels yet. No boyfriend this or girlfriend that. But the two of you definitely have chemistry: a peck on the cheek here, hugging and maybe even a little cuddling sometimes. Although he’s rarely overly touchy with anyone.

But seeing him like this — sick with a cold, dark circles, black hair, and extremely kissable pink lips and his husky, raspy voice — all of it is making you feel things inside. Not to mention, sitting on top of him like this isn’t helping in soothing that feeling.

Almost as though he’s reading your mind, he takes the bowl of porridge from your hands and places it on the table by the sofa. You look at him in wonderment and roll your eyes. He brings his hands to your cheeks and squishes them as he looks at you in amusement. You blink slowly, feeling as though your stomach is going to burst from all the tingling.

Without thinking too much about it, you tell him in a hushed tone that you want to kiss him and what he responds with takes you by surprise.

“You don’t need my permission for that.” With that, he brings your face toward him gently and pecks you on the lips first, a light and friendly kiss. Not even a second after that, he deepens the kiss, his mouth and tongue warm and soft. You bite his lower lip tenderly and arch your back when his hands come down to rub your sides and back affectionately.

Some minutes pass by, then an hour of passionate and loving making out. A random thought pops into your mind:

“I’m definitely gonna get sick now,” you tell him, chuckling. But you don’t care. This is way too worth it. “If you’re sick, I’m sick I guess.”

He heaves out a laugh, his arms snuggled securely around your waist. “I mean, hey… that’s the chance you took, huh? Spending your Saturday afternoon with a sick dude.”

You extend your body out on top of him, wrapping your arm around his small frame. “What can I say? I like taking care of you in this vulnerable state. The making out is just a bonus.”

Omg. This is too cute guys. I don’t know what it is about taking care of a cute, sick guy that sounds so ideal but it just does. And honestly I picture Chishiya being just like this, ya know? No against it at all. Kind of a passive acceptance of someone wanting to baby him and take care of him. 🤍 (ALSO LOOKIE AT THE PICTURE OF HIM ABOVE!!!! HES SO FUCKING CUTE YALL I CANT)

[suau-raised-by-corrupted-gems]

SU AU: Home

Next morning, Steven had awoken to the scent of freshly cooked meat, causing his belly to rumble. Slowly, he picked himself up and stretched in a cat-like manner; arching his back and stretching his arms out in front of him. With a long weary yawn, he stumbled out of the cave, and was greeted with the lukewarm summer breeze whipping through his hair and the peaceful bird song in his ears. he couldn't help but feel a light smile come to his face.

For months the only things he had woken up to were the Pearl or Garnet prodding him awake for a mission, and stiff, overly fragrant air. The only good part about that experience was the breakfast, but even then, it wasn't Fluffy's fire-fried cooking.

Stars, how he's missed this.

He made his way into the clearing, where he found his Mother Fluffy was in the middle of the camp, sitting at her fire pit making breakfast with Centi beside her while Tri-T was sharing a her meal with lion.

Steven smiled joyfully at the display. He knew that they were always placid and open-minded towards other animals, but he somewhat didn't expect his feral kin to accept Lion so easily. They were much more understanding of him...

he trotted up to the group of gems, catching their attention almost immediately.

"Lil Q!" Tri-T jumped to her feet and ran over to the boy, to which he instinctively leapt onto her back. Tri-T then proceeded to dance in place and run aimlessly around the camp, laughing joyfully, while Centi and Fluffy watched adoringly. "Man, you know how much I've missed doing this!"

Steven laughed to himself, feeling his heart swell with happiness at her nickname. "I missed this to!"

After a brief run around the camp, Tri-T had stopped, though she was still bounding in place.

"Hey! Didja know about this big pink Fluffy feline? He appeared when you appeared! Isn't that cool? Big Q said that he might be an ally to you? Is that true? Where'd he come from??" Tri-T spoke with rapid succession, her words almost blurred together with how fast she spoke. Even if he's used to her hyperness, it still sort of overwhelmed Steven's still tired mind.

"Uh--"

"Tri-T, take it easy." Centi chided. "Lil Quartz just got back from being a... Crystal Gem. We should give him time to settle back in before overloading him with questions."

"Yes," Fluffy Quartz nodded. "Besides, he hasn't even had any breakfast yet, haven't you, dewdrop?"

As if to answer for him, Steven's stomach growled audibly, causing him to blush in modesty. "N-Not yet."

"Oh right!" Tri-T remembered, tilting her body forward so Steven could slide off. "I saved you the biggest carp!"

Steven smiled and nodded.

He knew that eventually, he'd have to answer some of those questions about his lion. They needed to know what he's learned so they could at least be prepared for what could come.

But at the moment, he put those worries to the back of his head as his focus was on the plump, young carp being handed to him.

Enough of the Crystal Gems for one morning now.

Perhaps after a good breakfast, he'd unwind with a nice wrestling game with Tri-T... or perhaps look for big pine cones with Centi? Maybe make flower crowns with Mama Fluffy!

He didn't know where to start. All he knew was that he was back where he felt happiest.

Home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He's had too much Crystal Gems in one sitting and needs to unwind.

We'll get back to the action, but I think some nice fluff would be nice as he readjusted.

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