#there's just so much good fluff and stuff like this in this thread it's one of my favs đŸ„ș
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coolspacequips · 1 year ago
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Reading some old beloved rp threads in an attempt to find inspiration and y'all...I just love Lance LMAO oh I miss writing him all the time he's so silly afhfwjafwfjwgwg g
I'm reading a stretch basically after he and Keith hook up for the first time, and the next day pidge is insisting at breakfast that she heard unusual sounds in the night
Lance strongly insists that it was the Castle settling at night and she was just up too long, Coran gets defensive about the Castle, and in the end Lance gets roped into Castle maintenance with Coran for the morning after putting his foot in his mouth LMAO
I'm just getting the giggles over this part oh u guys I miss the Coran and his fav space nephew fanon:
"Coran was quick to have Lance use his height and long arms to stick the sensors into 'creative' places. Creative, in Coran's case, tended to mean tricky and difficult. He even had to shimmy his way into a narrow space between some of the ship's workings down near the hangars, once Coran had assured him that it was safe. That is, until Lance was all the way inside and halfway to his destination, when he thought of several possible things that /might/ happen; 10,000 years was a long time for a piece of equipment to drift around, after all!
It was about then that Lance decided to call it quits."
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suhkusa · 4 months ago
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HELLOOOO i see you opened ur req👀 can I req for suna or atsumu suddenly getting a girlfriend, like hardlaunching her on social media, after almost a year of being on and off... can it be angst to comfort/fluff (pls i want to cope so bad from my prev situationship bahaaaaahahha) tysm just so u know i love u and ur works and prolly the first one to like em immediately>< <3
CASUAL.
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PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader
CW. hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, situationship-to-relationship lol
A/N. ouchhh i hope this is good anon ><
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Being in a situationship with Atsumu Miya was the absolute worst.
Sometimes it felt like he was stringing you along in his little game, while other times it felt like you two were truly meant to be together. 
There were many invisible boundaries in the relationship, or talking stage, or whatever he wanted to call it, that were made without having to say a thing. 
It was mutually exclusive, so no talking to other people romantically.
You two didn’t post each other on social media.
The two of you would make it official when you both were ready.
The rules were easy to follow. Though, you had always been a bit iffy on the third one. When would the two of you deem yourselves “ready” when you’ve already been talking for so long?
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The worst part about Atsumu, was that he was so indecisive. 
One minute, the two of you could be acting as if you were a married couple. Going on dates, spending time at each other’s houses, and late night calls. The two of you even had pet names for each other! 
But then the next minute, he decides his volleyball career is more important. Or that he’s too busy. Or that he wants a break. Or that you’re too controlling. So many excuses, yet every time he calls out to you to come back, you come running back head over heels. 
And it hurts. It hurts being with him even though you two had never made it official. How could you feel so tethered and intertwined with a man who never had the guts to ask you to be his and only his? Who never posts you on social media?
You weren’t controlling. You were just tired of this cat and mouse game. You just wanted certainty and reassurance. 
Was that so much to ask for?
Apparently for Atsumu Miya, it is.
“I don’t get it Atsumu, why can’t we just say we’re together? Everyone already knows we basically are!” you sigh. 
The two of you sat in his apartment as the TV played in the midst of your argument. This was definitely one of the worst arguments that had occurred between you two.
“If we’re basically together then why can’t you just be happy? Do I need to ask you out? To post you?” he rebuttals, his voice clearly agitated.
“Because! You haven’t asked me out. That stuff is the bare minimum yet I’m here begging. You’re so comfortable in this weird limbo talking stage where it’s so easy for you to leave me and then hope I come crawling back!” you cry, you hadn’t even realized you started to cry. “I’m so, so tired of this shit!”
“If you’re so tired, then leave!”
Usually during the short breaks of your situationship with Atsumu Miya, it was always him who had decided to call it off. But his words had snapped a cord in you that had already been thinned to its last thread.
The two of you share a tense look, both unmoving. It’s you who decides to break the silence.
“Me? Leave? Hah, fine. I will,” you’re quick to grab your bag on the side table.
“Wait, Y/N-”
“And don’t expect me to come crawling back to you, Miya. This time you really did it,”
He freezes when you open the door, eyes filled with tears as you look back at him. 
“Bye,”
The door shuts before he could say anything.
What was he supposed to do now?
———
If Atsumu knew one thing for sure, it was that he was stupid. 100%, a million times over, he was an idiot.
His concept of love and relationships were hindered during his high school days. The ability to commit was a hard idea to grasp onto. 
But you were different. 
You were kind and patient, unlike any one he’s ever known, and he was undeniably scared. Scared to lose you, scared to fuck up. And so what did he do every time he got scared?
He ran away and gave you some bullshit excuse. But even then, you’d come back time and time again.
But now it is different. He told you to leave and you really did. You wouldn’t come back to him willingly.
Atsumu’s stupid. That’s why he’s at your doorstep in the rain.
He rings the doorbell. He’s shocked when you open it on the first attempt.
“What are you doing?” your quiet voice says.
Atsumu takes in your disheveled appearance. You definitely had been crying based on your swollen eyes.
“I—” Atsumu can’t find the words. He’s really scared.
“If you’re going to yell at me or ask me to come back, you better be ready to beg me Atsumu, I’m not doing a stupid “talking stage” or some cheap crap you come up with,”
“I’m sorry, I-l fucked up really bad,”
You don’t say anything in response, allowing him to continue. 
“I love you so much,” he’s stuttering, “I’m really scared but I want to try with you, I want to be with you, for real this time,”
“And if I say yes, are you just going to leave me when it’s convenient for you?” your own voice sounds a bit hesitant. 
“No, no. I promise you. I mean everything that’s coming out of my mouth,”
You look like you’re lost in thought for a split second before you speak. “I’ll be with you, Atsumu. For real,” you smile as you mock his words.
Another moment passes by, and before you know it, you’re kissing him and he kisses you.
———
ATSUMU MIYA HAS MADE A NEW POST.
[tsumumiya]: my person ❀
[yn.lnnnn commented]: ughh loves it <3 ure so cute ml
>>> [tsumumiya replied]: I LOVE YOU!!!!!
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plussizefantasia · 4 months ago
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Date Day
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Summary: You plan a date day for you and your boys. It goes to plan... mostly.
Pairing: Stucky x f!reader
Warnings: 18+ Content ahead! Other than that, reader has female pronouns and some nicknames (sugar, sweetheart) It's mostly fluff though not gonna lie.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Woohoo! This is my submission for Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration! @bigtreefest is one of my writing inspirations and I wanted to celebrate with her <3 Congrats, Essie on 300 followers, here's to the next 300 and even more after that!
There are also a lot of firsts for me in this one, first time posting something smutty, first time writing for more than one love interest and I think I did a pretty damn good job so I hope you all like it!
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You loved to spoil your boys, it wasn't very often that they would let you but when you managed to convince them to let you take the reigns on date night, it always turned out very well.  Steve and Bucky were never easy to convince. They loved to take care of you and wanted you to just be able to let go with them; not having to worry about anything when it was the three of you.
  However, you had finally managed to get the boys to relax for one day. One whole day that you were going to plan to a T. All three of you had work off, the boys weren’t likely to be called in anytime soon and you were so looking forward to it.
  The day would start softly, the boys were early risers and you were a light sleeper so you had no worries of sleeping in necessarily. They woke you up with soft kisses spread across your body. Bucky always slept at your back. It was the side in between you and the door and he slept better knowing he could keep the two of you safe. Steve usually slept at your front, most of the time with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your hips. `
 Steve wakes first, still wrapped in your arms with one of his hands clutched in Bucky’s behind your back. He peppers kisses on your chest where his head rests and begins to pull himself up closer to your head. His movement wakes Bucky and he tightens his grip on Steve’s hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and placing a single kiss on his still scraped-up knuckles before releasing it and rolling onto his back.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, the feeling of Steve’s lips along your skin making a smile spread across your face. “Morning baby,” You whisper to him, threading your fingers through his hair, mussing it up more than it already was.
“What about me?” Bucky reaches an arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, away from Steve. Steve glares at him before making a slew of grumpy noises as he scoots closer to you once more. You can’t help but giggle at the scene of your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend pouting like a kid. 
“Relax boys, I have more than enough sugar to go around.” You place a kiss on Steve’s head before turning your torso and planting one on Bucky’s waiting lips too.
“Yeah, Sugar? You got enough to go around?” Steve’s lips curve up into a devilish smirk and he begins running his hand up the outside of your thigh, wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky picks up the memo quickly and soon you have both boys running their hand all over your body.
“Down boys, I have planned a whole day for us and I refuse to let you seduce me into staying in bed all day.” You said, no fire behind your words.
“Who said anything about all day Sugar? How about just the next thirty minutes.” Bucky moves his hand up to the side of your neck, turning your head so you are looking at him. Steve coughs in the back of his throat from his position, still propped against your tummy and very much still caressing any and all skin he can get his hands on. 
“Okay, maybe an hour.” Bucky concedes. 
“You have one hour, any more than that and I’ll have to start cutting stuff which will make me super sad.” You learned very early on in this relationship that the boys loathe making you sad, they’d do almost anything to keep you happy and you’ll milk the hell out of that if it means keeping your plans.
“Don’t worry doll, we can do a lot in an hour.” Steve winks at you and in one movement flips you onto your stomach. He crawls over you so that he’s practically laying on you. “Especially with the proper motivation.” He presses down on you so that you feel the hardness contained within the sweatpants he wore to bed. 
“Consider yourselves motivated then.” You say from your spot on the bed, turning your head to find Bucky standing on the side of the bed, in a very similar state to Steve.
Bucky smirks at you before shedding his clothes and moving in close. He practically shoves Steve off of you and yanks you by the legs towards him. “Sugar, we’re always motivated when it comes to you.” He flips you back over and pulls you even closer to him, your legs in his arms and your body lying at the edge of the bed.
Bucky falls to his knees and brings your legs with him, placing one on each of his shoulders. Steve grumbles and his adorable pout returns to his face for a moment before you reach out for him again. He takes your hand and lets you pull him to your side. You take his hand and place it on your neck. Licking your lips sightly and looking back and up at him from where you lay.
“You have fifty-five minutes left.” You smile at him.
“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, the word bursting with affection.
They use their time well you have to admit. Bucky feasts on you from his position between your legs, he makes you finish twice before he even moves and you have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one of those times when the boys try to one-up each other. 
Steve quickly removes your top and starts lavishing your breasts with attention, leaving love marks all over them and across your collarbone. Once Bucky is satisfied with you, Steve takes his place, making you cum once more on his fingers. He takes you apart methodically, using every trick in his book. 
Both boys manhandle you seven different ways to Sunday and you can’t help but giggle every time they do. Your previous partner wasn't nearly as strong as your boys are, and having two men who can lift, flip, and throw you around has done wonders for your self-esteem in the bedroom. 
They close out the hour together, laying on your sides similarly to how you woke up. Steve lays at your front, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck, occasionally catching your mouth with his, not too often though. Both of the boys love your noises too much to swallow them. They fill you up perfectly, as one thrusts in the other pulls out, this goes on for far longer than you’d like, the boys taking you to the edge a couple of times before they finally let you fall over. They follow you quickly and the three of you lay together in one big heap of limbs and sweat. 
Bucky looks over to the clock on the wall, “Four minutes to spare.” He chuckles out.
You groan lovingly and throw your head back against his chest. “Good, it’s going to take at least that long for me to be able to function again.”
Steve laughs at that and pulls away from you. “Well, while you learn how to function again I’ll go make us some coffee.”
Bucky follows Steve’s example also pulling away from you and heading to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean the three of you up. He pulls Steve back into him by the wrist before he’s able to leave the bedroom. He kisses him deeply and smiles like a goof at him. “Good Morning.” Steve laughs and kisses him back before pushing his lover closer to the bed.
“Morning Punk.” 
You smile like an idiot at both of them, loving to see your two favorite people be in love, especially because you know how good that love feels.
Bucky cleans you up quickly and pulls you out of bed with the promise of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You kiss him before he leaves the bedroom and set out to begin preparations for the day. 
You dress quickly, having planned weeks ahead in your mind what you would wear. Once you finish picking out your own outfit you pick outfits out for both of your lovers. You pull out a white undershirt and colorful button-up for Steve, along with a pair of khaki shorts. For Bucky you pull a deep red shirt that he loves, it’s a lightweight knit piece with a small V and buttons running down the front. You lay a pair of black jeans next to it and smile at your choices. 
You make your way to the kitchen where you hear your boy’s bustling around. Bucky is making good on his promise; making pancakes and adding each of your favorite mix-ins. Bananas for Steve, chocolate chips for yourself, and blueberries for him. Steve is next to him making the scrambled eggs and looking handsome while doing it.
“So Sugar, gonna let us in on the plans for today.” Bucky looks up from the pan and cocks his head at you.
“Well, I thought we could start the day with a trip to the boardwalk, followed by a picnic on the beach, and then finishing up with dinner at that diner the two of you like so much?” 
“Sounds like a great day sweetheart, when do we need to leave?” 
“I knew you two wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves so I scheduled the car to come pick us up in about forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to eat, and for you two to get dressed while I grab the rest of what we’ll need.”
Steve places your coffee in front of you and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You think of everything Sweetheart.” You practically preen at his praise and cover your smile with your mug. 
Bucky finishes breakfast and the three of you eat and talk for a couple of minutes before you shoo them off to get ready and you start putting the last touches on the picnic basket you had prepared the night before. Also grabbing a nice big outdoor blanket, some sunscreen, and some snacks because if you know your loves and you do, you know that they will certainly get hungry again before it’s time for lunch.
The boys come back into the living room and you whistle at them in their outfits. Steve smiles bashfully and puts his hands in his pockets while Bucky smirks and gives you a little twirl showing off your choices.
“Thanks for the fashion expertise Sugar.”
“What can I say, I love taking care of my boys.” You shrug before handing the picnic basket to Bucky along with his sunglasses a hair tie and a baseball cap. You hand the backpack with all the other stuff in it to Steve along with his hat, wallet, and phone. You grab your purse off the counter and place your own sunnies on your head before clapping your hands together. 
“Alrighty Gents, who is ready for the best date day they’ve ever had.” You grab one hand from each of them as they take their rightful places at your side and lead them out to the black SUV you arranged to take you to the pier. 
The morning is going well, Steve and Bucky walk hand in hand with you up and down the boardwalk, looking and laughing at all the dumb junk in the tourist shops that line each side of the pier. Bucky begs you both to stop for ice cream and you can never say no to him so you do, continuing your day now each holding a cone in your hand. You drop Bucky’s hand to hold your own ice cream and he looks downright offended before you point out that he was the one who wanted ice cream in the first place.
Walking the boardwalk was nice, it was a perfect day too. Not too hot and with a nice breeze that made everything look so beautiful. The trees sway and the birds are flying. Your boys stay by your side the whole time and the three of you walk and talk, you go up and down the pier before you start guiding them to the spot on the beach you had scoped out earlier. You don’t stop the conversation and just take in the time you had with your lovers, cherishing these quiet days when none of you had anything to do but love each other. 
Eventually, you happen on the spot, it's a little further down the beach from all the people which affords you the privacy you need. Being with two heroes is nice in a lot of ways and not so nice in some others. People recognize your boys all the time and usually, it's not a problem, most of the public is super nice and doesn’t take up a lot of time but you really just want today to be the three of you, with no interruptions and no random people coming up to you.
You task Steve with setting out the blanket and Bucky with finding some rocks to weigh down the edges. He quickly pecks your lips before giving you a joking salute and setting down the beach. When the blanket is all set out and secured you sit down with the basket and begin pulling things out. Starting with the cooler that holds the sparking white wine and the strawberries that you had already cut. You pull out a container of turkey and cheese pinwheels, some chips and salsa, deviled eggs which Steve loves, and lemon bars which Bucky loves. As you reach in to grab the last container your hand meets something wet and sticky and you groan.
“Why’s it
 sticky?” You pull your hand out along with the broken plastic container full of chopped watermelon and make a face at the residue on your hand. Bucky laughs at the look on your face and takes the watermelon from you. Steve jumps into action and begins looking in the backpack you packed for any napkins or wet wipes but before he can find them, Bucky takes your hand in his and runs his tongue down the side of your wrist licking up the juice. 
You pull your hand from him and give him a look, “Now my hand is sticky and covered in spit, thank you, James.”
“Just trying to help Sugar.” He winks at you.
“No, Stevie was trying to help,” You take the wet wipe from his outstretched hand, “You were being a perv.”
“I told you Sugar, when you’re around I’m
 motivated.”
“You need to be motivated to eat all the food I packed because it’ll go bad before we get back home.”
“It looks great Sweetheart, thank you for making everything.” Steve, grabs one of the pinwheels you made and takes a bite, moaning a bit at the taste.
“Damn it Steve, now I’m
 motivated.”
“I can help you with that Sugar.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows at you. 
“I appreciate the offer Honey, but I don’t want sand to get all up, everywhere.”
“Fair enough Sugar.”
The three of you spend several hours lounging around the beach, you don’t have anything else planned until dinner later so you let yourself relax a little bit. The boys have no problem finishing all the food you packed and after a while of just sitting and watching the waves, they get a little restless. 
You smile and shake your head. You really do know your boys. You pull the backpack closer to you fishing out the frisbee you brought and a book for yourself. You toss the plastic disk at Steve, “Go crazy you too.”
They practically jump up and start running a little ways away from the blanket lest you accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes you forget that they haven't had much time to be young, the war stole so much from them and neither of them has had the chance to let go in a really long time. 
They play and you read for another hour or so, you occasionally take glances at them. They’ve graduated from just tossing the disk back and forth to trying some trick shots. Their laughter lifts your heart and sticks a smile firmly on your face. 
What drops your smile though is the sudden darkening of the sky and the water that falls from the heavens shortly after. Your book gets splattered with a couple of drops at first and you glance up at the sky, cursing lightly. It wasn’t supposed to rain today, you double and triple-checked the weather before you left. 
It certainly wasn’t supposed to start absolutely pouring, it’s like the sky opened up and in a single moment you and everything around you were soaked. 
The boys run back towards you as you scramble to start packing everything back up. They help and in a few minutes, the three of you are once again, hand in hand except this time you’re sprinting down the beach back toward the bridge you had passed earlier. You practically collapse once you’re under the shelter. Dropping everything in one big pile and falling backward into the sand. 
The boys look at you in concern for a few seconds before you just start bursting out in laughter. You look like a drowned rat you’re sure but they still look at you with heart-eyes. They sit down next to you and start laughing along with you. The rain only lasts for a few more minutes, departing just as quickly as it arrived.
“Looks clear Sugar, we can go.” Bucky pulls the backpack onto his shoulder and stands, offering you his hand to pull you up.
“Damn, we can’t go to the diner dripping wet and covered in sand.”
“How about
” Steve starts, “We head home, take a shower get changed, and order a pizza from that place in the city you like. Then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch for the rest of the night.” He pulls you into his chest, looking down at you and pushing some wet strands of hair off your neck.
“That sounds fantastic Stevie, what do you think Buck?” You turn to look at him.
“I just want to spend time with you, I don't care where.”
“Sap.” You throw at him. He just shrugs and walks closer to you and Steve, wrapping his arms around you both and placing a kiss on the side of both of your heads. 
“Alright,” you go to pull out your phone, “I’ll call the car and we can head home.
The car doesn’t take long to meet you back at the entrance to the beach, you make a mental note to apologize to the driver for getting sand on the seats and add a couple of bucks to the tip you had planned.
When the three of you get home you do just as Steve said. All three of you make your way to your bathroom, you strip out of your still kind of wet clothes and climb into the shower together. You each take turns washing each other, sharing kisses, and cleaning all the sand from your bodies. 
You get out and put on some pajamas, a pair of loose cotton shorts, and a tank top along with a pair of socks that have dinosaurs on them. You had bought a pair of them for each of you as a simple no reason kind of gift. 
You make your way out to the living room where Steve and Bucky have already begun setting up, lighting some candles, and putting your favorite and most soft blanket through a quick cycle in the dryer to get it nice and toasty.
“Alright Sugar, the pizza is on its way the couch is set up for some serious snuggling action all we need now is our girl and a movie to watch.” He pulls you down so that you are lying across both him and Steve, your legs propped up on Steve’s legs. He immediately grabs ahold of your calves and starts massaging the flesh there. 
Steve puts on Muppets from Space, one of the hundreds of movies on the list he and Bucky have to still watch and he dims the lights with his phone.
“You know, I wanted to take care of you guys today, this isn’t really fair.” You spoke out into the room.
“You do take care of us Sweetheart, every day you take care of us.”
“Yeah sugar, you took care of everything today, you scheduled the car for an hour later, you packed some of our favorites, you brought a frisbee and you had planned a nice dinner at the place we love. It’s not your fault the day got messed up by some rain.”
“Still, I almost got everything perfect.”
“Sweetheart, every day with you is perfect whether or not we end up soaking wet and covered in sand.” Steve squeezes your thigh to drive his point home.
“I love you guys.” You sit up to give each of them a kiss.
“We love you too sugar, now hush I want to find out what kinda creature Gonzo is.”
“I take it back, I love Stevie, I tolerate you.” You stick your tongue out at Bucky.
“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, voices laced with affection.
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underscorewriting · 1 year ago
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stupid bracelet.
König x reader
Warnings: fluff, maybe a little angst
Hope you enjoy! :)
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It was amusing to him how such little pieces of thread could calm him down. But they did. And here he was, his fingers mindlessly fidgeting with the thread of a bracelet. A red bracelet to be specific. One he would’ve called „stupid“ not too long ago. But now, could he even call it stupid if it had become a part of him in such a short time?
In the military many men and women had something that reminded them of home, of who they’re here for, who they’re fighting for or want to return home to. Some had photos. Yes, König did also have them, he had his pockets filled with small things that reminded him of her. Others had small stuffed animals laying in their rooms back at the base. And again, König, of course, had them too.
He loved having small things to remind himself of her, to keep himself grounded. His friends also knew better than to touch his stuff, especially the one teddy bear wearing small traditional leather pants holding a gingerbread-heart with a writing on it saying „Ich liebe dich.“, like it was tradition in Austria.
When it came to small reminders of his love at home, he was the one that had everything. Of course his friends thought he was crazy, but he needed those small little things desperately to get him through the day. The one little bracelet that had him fidgeting with whenever he was feeling slightly on the edge, as he was now, was one he got gifted early on in their relationship. He hasn’t taken it off ever since.
This little piece of thread, knotted together with some beads, was the most precious thing he owned.
A small smile tugged at his lips underneath his masks as his mind wandered back to how he even got it.
It was a late tuesday evening when she walked in with a bright grin playing on her lips. „Oh no, what’s going on in your head again, Schatz?“ He couldn’t help but chuckle. „We, my lovely boyfriend, will make some bracelets!“ The excitement in her voice was unmatched by anything he ever heard, he couldn’t say no, but he was tired.
König had just returned from one of the first missions he had ever since they got together and all he wanted was to snuggle down with her, have her in his arms reminding him that he’s not all he is out there in the field. He’s not s psychotic insane killer, not like his opposites think. Yes, he might be a war hero, but so we’re thousands of others. Yes, he was good at his job, but he was only as good as the next one.
He knew that whenever he comes home, that that’s where he’s most important and most needed. „Schatz
“ His voice was draggy, hesitant to tell her that he just wants to sleep.
Sleep all the pain and worry off.
Sleep all the nightmares snd blood off.
Sleep off ever needing to be away from her.
A soft smile replaced the overbearing grin on the girls face. „You’re tired, aren’t you?“ Guilt. It was the first thing he noticed in her voice, the quick change from barely manageable excitement to this unsure sound of guilt in her voice, made his stomach turn. He didn’t want to lie to her though, he also didn’t want to pressure himself into staying awake and possibly snapping at her if everything got too much.
He had the tendencies to do so if he was overly exhausted.
With a simple nod and an apologetic smile he opened his arms slightly, making room for her to lean against his chest. „How about that, ja? You can lean against my chest, make your little bracelets, while I hold you, watch you, maybe get a small nap in
“ His smile turning into a soft grin as the girl climbed into his lap.
She didn’t ask questions, she never did. She knew he wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t really exhausted. That’s who he was, he would do anything for her, even put his own needs aside just to make her happy.
Settling down onto his lap the girl took the thread and beads and placed them next to her, before getting to work. König couldn’t help but admire her more than the show she was watching. Small giggles escaped the girl as she bit her lips in concentration, her mind going god knows where.
She was adorable.
She was perfect.
She just fit right in his arms.
Soon his chin found her shoulder as he rested it against her. „Red bracelet, hm?“ His voice was soft, interested in what she was doing and what her beautiful mind had though of as an outcome.
Nodding she leaned towards him slightly, her nose brushing against his as both of them grinned like giddy lovesick teenagers. „It’s gonna look great and you know it.“ Going back to work he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm.
Her enthusiasm and optimistic being was what he loved the most about her. It was what he admired the most and needed the most.
An hour passed, the loving couple was still all snuggled up. König was resting his eyes a little, he still held her tightly against himself. With a huff the girl threw the bracelet onto the couch after she was done, her movement waking König up.
A frown was settled on her face and he couldn’t help but reach out to caresses her cheek. „Whats wrong, mein Schatz..?“ He was worried, he hated seeing her upset. Anger and disappointment flashed up in her eyes and she shook her head, her hair falling into her face, making her seem even less at ease than before.
„It looks stupid
 I made a mistake and now it’s all weird!“ König caressed her hip softly as he leaned over to pick up the bracelet. She threaded all the red beads onto the bracelet. „Where did you mess up?“ With a huff the girl pointed to a place where she knotted the thread wrong, it was barely visible under the beads.
A soft chuckle escaped König as he pulled her closer. „I think it looks great, Liebling
 you can barely see the Knoten there.“ He turned her chin softly so she was looking at it and pointed to the at the barely visible know that was hidden underneath the beads.
“I see it, and I don’t like it
”
A moment of understanding silence fell between them. He understood her need to be perfect and to make everything the way she wants them to be.
“I see it and I love it, Liebling.”
His voice held a soothing tone, knowing it would help her calm her nervous mind.
“You do?”
“I do
”
With a soft smile and an encouraging nod he underlined his opinion. He loved it. A lot.
“Can I have it?”
A small smile formed on the girls face, excitement returning. Königs heart swelled up at the sight of her bright eyes searching for his. A disbelieving look on the girls face.
“Really?”
A soft chuckle left König as he kissed the spot between her shoulder and her neck while nodding softly. He knew she could get insecure about things she likes doing and the image she has of things and how they should look in her head, so it’s his job, and always will be, to make sure she sees that its perfect even if it doesn’t turn out how she wants it to be.
“Of course, would you please tie it around my wrist?”
With quick movements the girl tied the bracelet around his wrist, making sure it’s secure and wouldn’t fall off the next time he moved his hand. The bracelet was extremely visible on him,, making her unsure if he’ll actually wear it for a longer time.
A soft kiss on her cheek made her squirm but also cleared her mind from the doubt she was feeling.
He’ll wear it. She’s sure of it.
“Who knows, Liebling. Maybe Ghost or Soap will want one too if they see it, ja?”
A soft and quiet giggle made König smile proudly. The image of him threatening the two men just for them to call his girlfriend and ask her about the bracelet she made, was already imprinted into his mind.
Yes, he would even threaten them with his gun up to their head just to hear the excitement in her voice again, because whenever he heard it he felt like he could breath again.
With every small giggle that left her, he felt like his heart beat again.
With every smile or simple look she gave him, he felt like he was alive again.
On days when he felt depressed, couldn’t leave the bed because of all the things he had been through. She was there.
He’d be damned if he wouldn’t try to do everything to make her even the slightest bit happier.
In their quiet and precious moment, the girl turned towards König, straddling his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face between it and his shoulder.
“Don’t lose it, okay
?”
It was a simple question, but the meaning behind it was something so deep that hurt his soul. This was one thing, one worry, he couldn’t take away from her. He hated himself for it.
“I won’t.” His hand caressed hee back softly making sure she knows he’s here.
Making sure she knows he’s going to come back home, like he always has.
“Colonel!”
The voice of one of the recruits snapped him out of his thoughts as he heard their voices all mix together. With a small smile under his mask and a last look down to the bracelet, his eyes softening at the thought of coming home.
“Like I always do
”
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stardewstardropthoughts · 2 years ago
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We absolutely do have the same kinks I will consume anything you put out involving breeding?? Raw?? Dirty talk?? I'm playing bingo and you're out here hitting EVERY SINGLE ONE. I appreciate all the content even the fluff! Take all the time you need, I'll be busy lurking on your page while I'm at work don't mind me <3
I went a little wild in Shane’s tbh because I love him but like enjoy!!
The bachelors and breeding kinks
Content warning: afab reader implied and afab parts used, smut, lotta cum talk, little bit of bondage in Shane’s MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT
Harvey:
Definitely has a bit of a breeding kink
Loves to cum inside you and will use a plug to keep his cum inside you if you’ll let him
Like one of those remote control vibrators
He has you on your back on the bed while he fucks you
Cock slamming into your sensitive cunt at a quick pace
“Doing so good for me love, just a little longer yeah?”
Can’t stop imagining what it would be like to get you knocked up with his kids
Wants to have your tits heavy with milk while he fucks you so he can suckle them
That being said best believe he’s sucking on a nipple while he fucks you, hand toying with your clit, the other supporting his weight on the bed while his tongue swirls around your nipple
“Gonna fill you up, be good and take it”
Gasps when he cums inside you, stays there for a few moments to catch his breath before very quickly replacing his softening cock with a remote control vibrator
“Can’t have any of that slipping out now, can we?”
Sebastian:
Fantasizes about cumming inside you, always hated pulling out because your cunt is so warm and wet and inviting
Thinks it’s a waste of his cum to blow his load on your stomach, not that he doesn’t love the site of you being marked with his seed
Your on your knees on his computer chair bouncing on his cock while he plays video games
“Shit baby, just like that. Don’t fucking stop”
Meets your bouncing with sharp thrusts up into your cunt, loves the moans you let out
Sets his controller down, threads his fingers in your hair and pulls you into the deepest kiss while you grind on him
Hand wrapped around your throat, gentle enough to still breath but hard enough for that lightheaded rush
Cums in your warm cunt with a whine, doesn’t let you get up
Makes you cock warm him while his cum threatens to spill out of your cunt
You take a nap stuffed full of him in his gaming chair
Alex:
King of stamina, can go multiple rounds in one session
Loves to stuff you full of multiple loads, wants to see how much of his cum your cunt can take
Holding you up against the wall, hands under your ass supporting you while your legs are wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck
Slamming his hips up into your cunt at just the right angle to drive you insane
“That’s it baby, take my cock, gonna stuff you full of my cum yeah? Think you can handle the third load of the night?”
Your brain is overstimulated mush so all you can manage is a high pitched whine and nodding
Loves seeing you like this, all dumb on his cock
“Fuck baby feels so good”
Cums inside you with a loud groan, face buried in your neck while he mouths at the skin there
His cum is slowly dripping out of your cunt and down your thighs
Elliott:
Loves how sensual of an act it is, letting him cum inside you, to claim you in such a way that may create life
Absolutely over the top romantic and lovely
Feather light touches and whispered praises while he works you up
“Doing so well for me my love, that’s it, cum on my fingers. Let me feel you”
Slow deep thrusts when his cock is inside you, passionately making out while his hips drive into yours at an agonizingly slow pace
Leaving soft open mouth kisses down your neck and chest while pulling you down to meet his slow thrusts
“You feel amazing darling, so good for me”
Cums with a groan of your name, hips pressed deep into your center
Cuddles up with you as you cock warm him, will fall asleep in this position, loves the intimacy of the act
Shane:
This man has the biggest breeding kink out of all of them
More then ready and willing to oblige at any point in time
Absolutely will bend you over the kitchen table, hands flipping the bottom of your dress up, running along your thighs and ass, letting the lacy underwear your wearing scrunch in his hand while he gropes you
Pulls both of your hands behind your back and secures them there with his belt wrapped around your wrists and arms
Fingers gently ghosting along the growing damp spot on your panties, rubbing circles where your clit is before he’s shoving them to the side and jamming three fingers deep inside your cunt to stretch you out for his cock
“Fuck baby gonna make sure your nice and ready to take this cock yeah? Gonna stuff your slutty little cunt till your dripping”
When he feels like your adequately prepped he shoved his whole cock in, in one harsh thrust. Bottoming out inside you with a low grunt
“Fuck yeah, take it, fucking take it”
Harsh thrusts while one hands reaching to rub your clit, the other reaching forward to grope your chest and pinch your nipples
When he cums inside you he slams his hips into your as hard as he can getting as deep as possible, one hand in your hair pulling you up a bit so he can groan in your ear
“Fuck that’s such a good girl for me, taking it so fucking good”
Pulls your panties back over your weeping cunt and tells you to spend the rest of the day feeling his cum soak into your panties
Sam:
You’ve been edging him for the past hour and a half now, his cock is so sensitive inside your gummy walls
Your bouncing on his cock, he’s a subby mess beneath you while he whines out
“W-wanna cum inside, please let me, fuck please lemme cum inside baby”
You pretend to give it some thought while speeding up, his hands are all over your body groping your tits, your ass, rubbing your clit
“Hmmm, have you been a good boy?”
His brows are furrowed with the effort it takes to form a coherent sentence
“Fuck I’ve been so good, please please please”
Your smiling at him as you pull him to sit up so your face to face
“Then be my good boy and cum inside this cunt”
Smashes his mouth against yours in a messy needy kiss as he cums inside you
High pitched whines and moans leaving his throat while his hands ball into fists in your hair
Quickly flips you over ready to take control for another round
“Now sweetheart, I think it’s my turn to be in control, and I think it’s payback time”
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taesansbeloved · 4 months ago
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Cherished Moments.
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| Park Wonbin X Reader
| Genre: established relationship.
| Warning: just pure fluff, lovey-dovey scenes :>
| Word Count: 1,100
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You sighed for what seems like the 125th time in 4 minutes. You were sprawled out on your burgundy couch, bored out of your mind. It was a Saturday so that meant no work, no chores, and everybody being busy.
While thinking of something to do for the 10th time, your phone began ringing. You looked at the caller's ID and a wide smile began appearing on your face. ‘That one guy named Wonbin <3’ was displayed on the screen.
You accepted the call and put it on speaker, too lazy to hold the phone to your ear. “Hey, sexy.” You say, resting your phone on your stomach.
“Hey, hot stuff.” Your boyfriend's voice echoed through the room, bringing a warm smile to your face.
“What is the reason for your call on this fine evening?” You asked, playing with the loose strings on the couch.
“What? can't I call my beloved girlfriend? Also, my Y/n senses were tingling telling me you're most probably on that couch of yours trying to find something to do. Right?” Wonbin guessed, a smile clear in his teasing voice.
“Bingo. How'd you know?” You ask, smiling widely.
“I know you too well. Anyways, wanna go out?” Wonbin asked nonchalantly.
“Park Wonbin, are you asking me out on a date?” You joked, sitting up and bringing the phone to your ear, suddenly awake.
“Yes, my dear. Indeed I am. Now, do you wanna?” He asked, and you can just imagine him grinning widely.
“Well, even though I have SO much to do, I accept your offer. Where are we going?” You asked, getting all giddy at the thought of spending time with your boyfriend.
“Well, I was thinking about going to the mall if you're down.” He asked as you hear shuffling in the background, assuming he's already planning his outfit.
“Oh, I'm so down. Are you picking me up? You should cause my car is not working.” You said, getting up aswell to choose your outfit.
“Your car is not working? Have you called anybody to fix it?” He asks worriedly. You can hear your own voice echo from the other side indicating that he put you on speaker.
“Nope. Too lazy.” You answered simply.
“Okay, darling. I'll pick you up and possibly help fix your car after. Your welcome. Hurry and get ready cause I'm almost done. Bye, baby.” He said quickly knowing you'll refuse to him helping you fix your car.
You sighed with a smile as you got ready.
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After getting ready and putting on a light face of makeup on, you wait on your burgundy couch for Wonbin.
Half way through a tiktok, you heard a loud honk from outside your house.
You glance from your window seeing Wonbin's car parked infront of your house, waiting for you to get into the passenger seat.
You quickly grabbed your bag and sprayed a few spritz of perfume and exited the house without forgetting to lock the door.
You watch the window to the passenger seat go down, showing the face of the one and only, Wonbin.
“Lookin’ good!” He exclaimed as you walked closer to the car.
You chuckle as Wonbin exits the car before you open the passenger seat.
“Hi, baby.” He whispered and pulled you by your waist, closing the distance between you two.
His mouth warm on yours as he sucks on your bottom lip. Threading your fingers through his hair, tugging it gently.
Leaving a few pecks on your lips before pulling away, he looks at you with loving eyes.
“I missed you.” He whispered, rubbing your waist softly.
“You saw me yesterday.” You chuckled as you left another peck on his lips.
“Come on, we've got shopping to do.” He said, hesitantly letting you go. He opened the passenger seat for you, throwing a wink at you as you get in.
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Arriving at the mall, Wonbin excitedly pulls you into your favourite store. You gasp as you pull him into the men section of the store.
“Can I pick out some stiff with you?” You say giddyly.
He chuckled as he ruffled your hair before nodding slightly.
You rummage through the endless amount of options, trying to find the perfect thing that will suit Wonbin.
“Okay, so. Here are the options we have. You kinda have to to try them on to get the ‘me’ approval.” You smirk as you show him the the few shirts you've picked out.
“You're going with me.” He chuckled as he pulled you with him into the fitting room.
You sat on the little stool in the corner of the small fitting room as Wonbin hung up all the clothes you chose for him.
He began taking off his shirt to try on the black shirt you picked out for him.
Your eyes were stuck on his abs and his toned chest. Wonbin took notice of your eyes wandering on his front, he smirked. “Like what you see?” He said walking closer to you.
You shook your head as he stood in between your legs. His fingers gentle on your chin as he led your head up to him.
“Eyes up here, love.” He said, voice low and teasing. Leading his hand to the back of neck, rubbing behind your ear.
You shuddered as you looked at his big brown eyes. “You should- You should try that shirt on.” You said, unable to look away from his gorgeous features.
He bent down and brushed his lips against yours, leaving you wanting for more.
“Gosh, you tease.” You muttered as shivers ran up your spine.
He laughed slightly as he walked away and put the black shirt on. “How does it look?” He said turning towards your tomato self, wanting your approval.
“It looks fantastic.” You said, genuinely. Still red.
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After shopping for what seemed like hours for eachother or for yourselves, it was time to go home.
“Wanna stay over?” You asked as you were stopped at a red light.
“That wasn't the plan from the beginning?” He asked with a joking frown.
His hand was on your thigh, rubbing it lovingly, as the other hand rested on the wheel, waiting for the light to turn green.
“I love you.” He said looking at you, face lit up by the red light.
“I love you more.” You say back as you brush away the stray hairs from his face.
“Impossible.” He said.
Those were the moments you loved. These moments where memories were made and the love bond became stronger. Those were the moments you cherished.
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My debute riize post!! Everybody cheer. Hope you like it, loves!
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drabblesandimagines · 4 months ago
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Omg happy early birthday!! 🎈🎂 I hope your birthday week is phenomenal and you are able to spend it with all your loved ones! â€ïžđŸ©”đŸ©· Thank you for providing such wonderful writing with such good portrayals of many characters. You are without a doubt one of my favorite writers đŸ«¶đŸ»đŸ’«
As for the ask, I'm thinking about a laid back breakfast in bed with Leon. Up to you though.
Again happy early birthday đŸ„łđŸŽ‰
Thank you so much, sweet anon! And, eee, that's so sweet of you! I'm truly honoured that anyone my stuff, but to read that I'm one of your favourite writers is so mind-blowing!
Hope you enjoy x
Breakfast In Bed Leon Kennedy x female reader, fluff
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You wake up, alone, to an annoying, repetitive and shrill beep, but it’s not your alarm clock

You sit bolt upright with in realisation.
It's the smoke alarm.
You wrestle the covers that have become entwined between your legs as you slept and stumble out of bed in a panic, nearly face-planting into the door. You throw the door open to a whiff of acrid smoke, and hear Leon curse from the kitchen in between the beeps.
By the time you get to the kitchen, you find your boyfriend frantically whipping a tea towel back and forth at the smoke alarm, the windows now thrown wide open, and a smoldering frying pan of something in the sink.
The beeping finally ceases and Leon gives it one last whack of the tea towel as he sighs in relief. He runs a hand through his hair, places the other on his hip and turns - his eyes widen when he sees you stood there. You tilt your head inquisitively.
“What
!”
Before you can finish your question, Leon has stepped forward and thrown you over his shoulder. “Uh-uh, nope. The birthday girl gets breakfast in bed.”
“Leon!” You protest, unable to hold back a giggle as he strides back towards the bedroom and carefully drops you onto the mattress in a practiced motion.
“Mm-mm, it’s tradition.”  
“Is it tradition to burn down the apartment too?”
He rolls his eyes as he leans over you, caging you between his forearms. “Dunno what you’re talking about, sweetheart. Smoke alarm was due its monthly check.”
“Interesting timing.”
“Well, what greater gift on your birthday than to be safe in the knowledge that all the alarms are in working order? Now
” he tugs the blanket back up over your torso, unable to resist pressing a kiss to your lips – soft and slow, perfect for that time of the morning. Just as you were about to raise your hand to thread your fingers through his hair, he pulled back with a smirk.
“Now, I just need a little time to finish breakfast off, so if you could please just stay tucked up until I can bring you it in bed?”
You nod – you’d never been able to refuse him when he kissed you just so and especially then combined with those puppy dog blue-eyes.
“Good.” He smiles, giving you a kiss to the forehead before he retreats.
You dutifully wait in bed, scrolling through your phone, ignoring the fact that no further noise comes from the kitchen, but the apartment door definitely opens and closes 20 minutes later

It isn’t much longer after that when Leon steps into the bedroom, a tray in hand. He places it carefully on your lap - a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee.
“Leon, this is so sweet." You beam, picking up a fork, ready to dig in.
They look suspiciously like your favourite order from the cafe down the street.
He has a sheepish smile on his face as he climbs into bed besides you, kissing your temple.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
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Spiderman Kiss: Miles
Genre: Fluff, Slightly Angsty
Summary:
Warnings: cussing (just 1)
Translation: mi sol = my sun
A/N: These were the same so I decided to put it in one post. Readers for both fics is black coded.
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You knew that Miles was Spiderman for some time now. He told you on your 2nd anniversary, he was late yet again to the restaurant and you’ve had enough of it.
There was an argument, things you both regretted were said and you both felt horrible about it. In the end he came by your bedroom window with his suit on, showed off his powers, and explained everything to you.
“This is why I'm late for everything. It's not because I don't love you or that I don't care for the stuff that you care about. It's just something’s always happening in New York,” he explains to you.
You took it all in, and in a way it made sense. This was months ago now and the two of you fell into a routine of sorts.
He would disappear to go off being Spiderman but will try to text you so you wouldn't worry too much. And you will cover for him.
“Oh Miles, he had to go to the bathroom, Miss.”
“Oh he told me that there was some family emergency.”
“He was having some..issues.”
The constant lying was tiresome but you two made it work, somehow. It was nighttime when you heard the knock on your window, you were binging a show so time escaped you.
You walked towards the window with mild annoyance until you saw Miles at the window upside down from the thread of his web. Instantly your heart leaped out of chest, it's been a while since you've seen him. Now you were just slightly annoyed with him.
You unlocked and opened the window, cool breeze made it’s way into your room.
“What are you doing here, Miles? Isn't it a bit late?” You asked him, leaning against the wall. You two were close, really close.
“Uh well I missed you so,” he admits to you and he seems to notice how close you both are two, with his avoiding eyes.
You chuckle softly, “Yea I missed you too. Guess it's the price I pay for dating the Spiderman.”
He laughs at that, and your heart just aches. You missed his laugh, the comfortable silence that envelopes when you both are together, you missed him.
You grabbed his head and lifted his masks to reveal his lips. You kissed him softly. He smelled like laundry detergent and mint toothpaste.
“Oh, an upside down kiss, huh? Was that in your bucket list?” Miles joked and cracked a smile.
You rolled your eyes and poked his cheek, “Your the one hanging upside down and I just saw an opportunity then took it. Don’t act as if you didn’t like it.”
“Yea, yea,” Miles said. He went to open his mouth but then his watch thing started beeping rapidly. “Shit, I have to go.”
“Is it serious?” You asked. You were looking at the screening, it was flashing red which honestly doesn’t seem too good.
“Yeah it’s probably pretty bad out there. I should get going,” he admits and you can feel how disappointed he is. You feel it too. It’s been barely 15 minutes and he already has to go.
Guess it’s the price for dating Spiderman, or one of them.
You kiss him again, “It’s all good, Miles. Go, just come back.”
His smile came back, “For you, mi sol, always.”
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Spiderman Kiss: Pavitr
Genre: Angst, Comfort
Summary:
Warnings: near death experiences, mentions of death
Translation: Piya = Beloved, Jaanu = Treasure
A/N: Yea the plot kinda expanded while I was writing. Oops 😅
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You were falling. You remembered that. There were bits and pieces to your memory on how you got there. You remembered the rain, how cold it felt on your skin. You remember that it was dark, it was an alleyway. You remembered the villain of the week who kidnapped you.
Who dangled you off the side of the building where he dropped you from.
You were terrified.
“(Y/N)!” You heard Spiderman yell. He was scaling the buildings with his web shooters. His arms reaching out to grab you, any part of you.
Were you going to be saved? You won't die then?
But the ground was fast approaching and there was still a wide gap between him and you. And he was tired and bruised. His movements were slower and wilder. Desperate.
But it will be fast, the death. From this height, you’ll fall and that will be the end of it. At least you won’t suffer. At least your family and friends won’t suffer. Mom, Dad, Pavitr.
There won’t be any agonizing months in the hospital. Them praying to any god that’ll listen that you will survive this. At least they won’t suffer like that.
“I got you!” Spiderman yelled out you and you fell into a web. Relief washed over you in waves and tried to catch your breath. “Are you okay?” He cradled your head softly, his fingers grazing your body gently as he looked you over for injuries.
He looked scared, and you could understand it. Watching someone die wasn’t an easy thing to deal with. Especially when your the one saving them but despite that there was something odd in the way he was acting.
“Um Spiderman?” You looked at him quizzically because while his hold on you calmed your nerves, you really should get to the hospital. And call your parents. And Pavitr.
He practically jumped away from you, “Oh, um I’m sorry.” He looked away and laugh awkwardly. “I called an ambulance so they should get here soon. Let me help you down.” He extended his hand to you which you took and with careful, slow steps you made your way down.
It felt good to be on solid ground again it helped calm your heart down a bit. Then the ambulance came and whisked you to the hospital.
Thankfully you didn't have anything serious going on, just cuts and bruises. The doctors said they wanted to keep you for a day, just to make sure. Your parents called every two hours. The city’s brigde was damaged serverly by the villain of the week so they couldn't be there with you, unfortunately. And no matter how many times you called or texted Pavitr, he wouldn't answer. You hoped he wasn't hurt.
It was very lonely but you promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry if you do then you won't stop. In the midst of your misery, you heard the tapping from the window. You saw Spiderman hanging upside down, he gave you a little wave.
You walk over to the window and open it. You were surprised to see him but it wasn't unwelcome. Plus it was nice to be around someone that wasn't a nurse or a doctor.
“Hi Spiderman, are you okay?” He looked a bit tattered and beaten up. His hair, which was usually smooth, was now dirty and sticking all over the place. His suit had cuts of all sizes.
He scratched the back of his head, “Um, actually I was going to ask you that. That fall, um, it seemed terrifying and I wanted to check up on you.”
You leaned back a bit. You couldn’t understand it but there was something off about Spiderman. Was his voice cracking?
“Oh thanks, Spiderman. You visit everyone you save?”
“Huh, well I try to,” he told you. “May I come in? I have some important to tell you.”
You widen your eyes at that because what could Spiderman possibly have to to tell you. You nod your head even though you were still confused. You walked backwards some to make room for Spiderman.
He sighs and paces a bit. He doesn’t say anything but you could tell he was nervous about whatever he has to tell you.
“I’m sure it can’t be too bad,” you attempted to encourage him. His nervousness was started to make you nervous.
“Okay, I’m just going to say it,” he told you with his back turned to you. “But please don’t freak out when I do, okay.”
“Um okay then.”
He takes off his mask and turned around.
Your knees almost gave out when you saw his face. It’s a face your familiar with, it’s Pavitr. Standing right in front of you in Spiderman’s suit. Or well his suit you guessed.
“So your
?” You couldn’t get the words out. That’s why Pavitr wasn’t answering your calls because he was too busy fighting villain after villain. You look at him again.
He had a bloody nose and bruised cheek. And the scars on his body looked worse under the harsh bright lights of your hospital room.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wanted to tell you so many times but it just never seemed like it was the right moment.”
You walked over to him and you could see the tiredness in his eyes. You hugged him and he melts into your arms. He was so strong. Dealing with all of this by himself. But god you are still screaming on the inside. You had millions of questions but Pavitr, he didn’t look well.
“You have nothing to be sorry about Pavi,” you comforted him and walked him over to your bed. You noticed how he was limping and winced.
“What are you doing?” He asked and looked at you in confusion.
“Fixing you up,” you responded. You had to do something. He looked terrible and well you are still freaking out that your boyfriend is Spiderman. So you will help him the only way you can.
You found the first aid kit and started to clean the blood off of Pavitr’s cheek. You tried being delicate when you saw him flinching a bit.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated again but quieter this time. “I thought I could do this on my own but I was wrong.”
“It’s okay,” you told him. “There is no reason to be sorry about anything, Pavi.” You were about to kiss him but his watch thing started bleeping rapidly.
He glanced down at his watch and got up immediately, and you followed him.
“Pavi, where-. Where are you going.” You grabbed on to his arm. He was hurt and still wanted to go back. Why?
“Jaanu, I have to go. The city needs me,” he argued.
“Your still hurt! You could get more hurt, you could die,” you protested.
He stopped at the doorway, “I know, Jaanu, I know. But someone has to protect Mumbattan. I can't promise I won’t come back hurt, but I will promise that’ll come back to you. Haven't I always come back to you?”
You were taken aback but his speech because he was right. He'd always came back, and that’d have to be enough for you. For now.
You’ve loosen your grip on his hand but couldn’t let go until he was oh the balcony. He shot up webs (You’ve always wondered how that work. You’d ask Pavi when he come back to you) and hung upside.
You stared at eachother for a while before you thought of something bold. You got close to the railing and took off Pavi’s mask. Just revealing his lips, and kissed them.
“What was that for? Good luck?” He joked, a smile gracing his face. It was nice to see him smiling.
“Yea, something like that,” you replied and putted his mask back on.
He gives you a playful salute and slings off into the darkness.
When you go back inside of your room and lay on your bed, it finally hits you.
My boyfriend’s Spiderman.
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heliads · 1 year ago
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Hello 💕🌾 can you do a Thomas modern au fic when the reader is not well, sad. And Thomas come to her house to shower her «  the boyfriend package » : hug kiss, etc
 the reader is adopt sister of Brenda, Teresa is Thomas twin sister. Newt is their best friend (who also had been matchmaker before they dated..) can you do Ă  maximum of fluff please đŸ„čđŸ„č
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Being sick is terrible, isn’t it? From the second you felt the first threads of the cold start to clog your throat and nose, you knew it was all over. Mentally, you signed your death certificate: Y/N L/N, passed away today, gone from the most horrific cough known to man. That’s how it felt, at least, yet you’re still expected to get up and act as if nothing was the matter. Those kids with tuberculosis in the Victorian age who got to lie around in bed all day while their parents treated them like royalty didn’t know how good they had it.
Thankfully, you have at least a couple of days to feel better before you really have to be productive. You started feeling poorly on a Friday, barely managing to stumble through class before heading home as quickly as you could. Not wanting to complain and spoil the good mood of everyone excited about their weekend plans, you had tried to tell as few people as possible. Specifically, you hadn’t told your boyfriend, Thomas, but now you’re missing him more than ever.
It’s not like you’re intentionally trying to keep things from him, you just don’t want him giving up whatever fun things he was supposed to do this weekend so he could hover over you. You love your boyfriend more than anything, honestly, but when it took you so long to admit your feelings for him because you were certain he would never like you back, small things like this make it even easier to talk yourself out of thinking he’ll want to know about it. Thomas is the varsity cross country athlete, the popular one. He loves you, and he’ll tell you that as many times as it takes so you believe it, but some part of you will always wonder why.
That’s why you haven’t told him, not yet, although you have a feeling that he’ll find out sooner or later. Your adoptive sister, Brenda, is best friends with Thomas’ twin, Teresa, and they trade gossip like no one you’ve ever seen before. Both of them have repeatedly assured you that Thomas is head over heels for you, but what if he’s not quite infatuated enough to want to drop his weekend plans to take care of an invalid?
As the cold progresses, though, you start to wish that you had bothered him anyway. You’ve shut yourself up in your bedroom with all the lights off, just lying there and reminiscing about the golden days when your nose had worked as it was supposed to. You had taken so much for granted, and now you’re afflicted with a truly terrible fate indeed.
You’re miserable even on a Saturday, which is how you know things have truly taken a turn for the worst. Not even the weekend, the blessed release from work, can lift your spirits. Your best friend Newt was the only one who knew that you were going through it, and he’d made you promise to call him the second you started feeling better so he could plan a friend group movie night or something. Newt’s always the one on top of stuff like that. You doubt any of you could accomplish anything without his work behind the scenes to keep you all organized. He holds all of you together and keeps anyone from straying too far.
You had hoped that Newt would forget that you were feeling down, but it’s half past noon when your phone buzzes with an incoming call from the blond boy. You briefly consider just letting it go to voicemail, but that would alarm him even more than if you admitted that you still aren’t feeling your best.
You end up giving yourself a second or two to put on your best fake smile before answering the call. Thankfully, Newt had elected to go for just a talk over the phone instead of FaceTime, so you only have to disguise your voice and not your expression, too.
Newt’s voice rings over your phone. “What’s up, Y/N? How’re you doing today?”
You’ve never planned on a career as an actress, but when you answer Newt as happily as you can, you start to consider it. You sound chipper and excited, surprising even yourself. “Doing fine, Newt. How about yourself?”
Maybe this is actually doable. Maybe you might be able to convince your friend that you’re fine so he doesn’t do something terrible like try to get involved. Right now, you just want to be left alone to wallow in your dark room until you’re physically forced out of it.
Newt clicks his tongue in disapproval, sending a rush of static crackling over the phone. “Y/N, are you being honest with me?”
You start to sputter in surprise. Hadn’t your ruse been perfect? “What? Of course I am!”
Newt lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Sure thing. We’ve been friends for years, I know when you’re lying. You want to let me know how you’re really feeling?”
“Really, I’m great,” you eke out. “You’re being paranoid, Newt.”
“Am I?” He asks.
“No,” you admit. “I’m still miserable. My head is killing me, and I haven’t left my bed for more than a couple of minutes all day.”
Newt sighs. “That’s what I was worried about. Is there anything I can do? Maybe rally the group to swing by your house to cheer you up?”
“No, honestly. I don’t want to do anything. Hopefully I’ll get better soon, but until then, I don’t want any crowds around.” You tell him.
Newt pauses for a moment, thinking, then asks, “What about just one person?”
You frown. “Are you offering? I thought you were busy all day.”
“I am,” Newt clarifies, “But Thomas isn’t.”
You go silent. Newt, always the perceptive one, sighs again. “You haven’t told him that you’ve been feeling under the weather, have you?”
“No,” you admit, “but I didn’t want to bother him, that’s all. There’s nothing Thomas can do about this. I don’t want him to worry about something out of his control. He’s already got enough on his plate already, you know that as well as I do.”
Although this conversation is happening over the phone, you can picture Newt’s look of disappointed consternation anyway. “No, he would be furious with me if you were sick and I didn’t tell him. I’m letting him know immediately.”
“Newt, don’t you dare,” you admonish.
He just chuckles. “Too late. Texting him now. With any luck he’ll be over within the hour.”
“You’ve betrayed my trust. You’re a terrible friend,” you admonish him, but only half heartedly.
Newt laughs openly. “No, I’m a fantastic friend and you know it. Did I not use everything in me to get the two of you together?”
You giggle in spite of yourself. “You did indeed. I remember you bringing that up many times.”
“As I deserve,” Newt grumbles. “The two of you fought me all the way despite supposedly wanting this. He had better make you happy now, I’m not ruining all of my hard work for a bad cold.”
You smile. “Thanks, Newt. I’m very glad that you suffered so much for us.”
“You had better be,” he says, but he’s laughing when he hangs up.
Seconds later, you get a text from Thomas: On my way ASAP. Might be breaking the speed limit.
You grin and text him back. Don’t get pulled over.
Never, he answers, and he’s true to his word, a knock sounding on your front door about five minutes later. The rest of your family is out of the house, so you have no problems creeping down the hall to unlock the door and let him in.
Thomas swoops in immediately, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away so he can get a good look at you. “How are you feeling, Y/N? Dizzy? Feverish? You look alright, if a little tired, but let’s get you back in bed at once.”
You laugh. “I’m not dying of the plague, Thomas. I’ll survive standing up for a few more seconds.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to,” he says. Pausing briefly to leave his shoes at the door, Thomas proves his point by picking you up in bridal style and carrying you back to your room despite your protests, which are admittedly pretty halfhearted.
Once Thomas has gotten you back in bed again, found a glass somewhere to bring you water, insisted on watching you drink all of it, run back downstairs so he could fill it again, and returned, he perches on the side of your bed, gently squeezing your hand.
“Well, Doctor Thomas?” You ask teasingly. “What’s your diagnosis?”
He grins and plays along. “Not terrible. I recommend bed rest, and maybe also letting your boyfriend know when he needs to take care of you.”
This last bit is delivered with increasing passion, and you’re left sheepishly smiling at him. “Alright, maybe I should have told you in the first place, but I just didn’t want you to worry.”
“Worrying is my job,” Thomas says, “I am excellent at it. Also, if I think you’re not telling me when you need extra love, I’ll worry even more than usual. The only way to keep me from worrying is to let me know when you’re sick or hurt. Deal?”
“Deal,” you agree, and smile when he kisses your cheek.
“You should get some rest,” Thomas urges you. “Here, I’ll close the door so the noise from downstairs doesn’t bother you.”
He moves to stand, but you reach for his hand and he freezes at once. “Stay with me?” You ask hopefully.
“Of course,” he smiles, and, careful not to disturb you, climbs into bed next to you, lying down on top of your blankets to keep his street clothes off of the mattress. You curl into him, letting your eyes shut as the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep. Once you wake up, you’ll feel better, and be more open to conversation, but for now, both of you are quite content with the silence. Peace is good for both of you.
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babyleostuff · 1 year ago
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Omg your Minghao soft hours absolutely have my HEART. If you’re up for it, could I request a PT.2? Maybe reader wakes up in the morning feeling a bit better and gives Hao kisses as a thank you?!
the thought of kissing or making out w hao and having puffy pink lips after will forever drive me i n s a n e
kisses for hao | xu minghao
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a little extension of this soft hour thought
genre | fluff [is a bit suggestive]
author's note | blonde hao is so fucking pretty, i just want to run my finger through his hear and kiss his pretty lips, god help me
Your eyes fluttered open, as the rays of the morning sun seeped through the curtains, warmth grazing your exposed shoulder, which Hao’s shirt failed to cover. You couldn’t  remember the last time you woke up so content, but you were sure that the body pressed to your back had something to do with it. 
Slowly, as not to wake the sleeping man next to you, you rolled over to your back, so you could fully take in the figure of your boyfriend, who looked as happy as you - even in his sleep. It wasn’t often that you got to wake up next to each other, your crazy schedules, his tours and endless flights made it almost impossible. 
His newly dyed blond hair made him look like an angel in the morning light, contrary to his toned upper body and perfect arms that the bedsheet failed to cover that made you think of anything else but angelic things. 
You carefully swept back the hair that fell onto his face, gently threading your finger through the soft strands. Almost as he could sense your featherlight touch, Minhgao stirred in his sleep, his perfect lips letting out a content sigh. 
“Good morning, bǎobùi,” he murmured, his eyes still closet, but with an evident smile on his face. 
“Mmm, it’s definitely a very good morning seeing you like this,” you giggled at how fast he opened his eyes, immediately noticing how most of his body was uncovered. 
“Isn’t it too early to think about how perfect I am?” You couldn’t believe you actually had this man in your bed, the annoying smirk on his face with a body out of your dreams. 
“It’s never too early, Hao,” you laughed, and put your hand on his chest, scratching lightly the expanse of his naked skin with your nails. He giggled as if you said the funniest joke ever, something you could listen to 24/7. 
“Thank you for last night. Thank you for taking care of me,” you said in a more serious tone, looking him deeply into his golden brown eyes. “You have no idea how much I needed that.” 
“I’ll always be there for you, darling. No matter where I am, you can always count on me,” Minghao said, his tone mirroring yours. As he raised his arm, his fingerstips grazed your arm, sending shivers down your back, only to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“I know, but-,” before you could finish your sentence, Minghao suddenly lunged at you, crushing you with his entire weight, making you let out a genuine laugh of joy. 
“W-what are you doing?” you asked, feeling his wet kisses all over your collarbone and neck, as his hands found their way under your (his) shirt. 
No matter how many times stuff like these led to sex, there was nothing sexual about it now - you were like two idiots in love, grateful that you could finally spend a perfect morning together, exchanging not so innocent touches and kisses in the comfort of your shared bedroom. 
“I should be the one kissing you,” you kept on laughing, as his kisses neared your lips. 
“Why?” he smiled at you, placing another one on your cheek, this time more gently. “Because of what you did for me yesterday,” you said, placing your hand at the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren't there.” 
The way he smiled could light up even the darkest days, you would never find the right words to express how grateful you were for him, so you hoped that at least your kisses could convey a small part of it. 
You lifted yourself on your elbow, and pulled him closer to you with the hand that held his neck, as he placed his own on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. You took a second to admire his face now that you could be near him, noticing all of his imperfections that made him so perfect. 
“I love you,” you whispered against his mouth, placing a sweet kiss on his perfectly plump, pink lips, that you’d never be tired of kissing. “I love you even more,” he whispered back. 
For a second, as your eyes met, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, tangled in your bedsheets, in your own little universe. With a gentle, almost hesitant approach, you leaned in closer, sealing your lips in another heartfelt kiss. 
Your mouths moved together in perfect harmony, and the taste of morning lingered on your lips - a mixture of crisp air and the promise of a new day.
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heich0e · 2 years ago
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the heart is but a winding road p.2 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.8k) fluff, pro-hero shouto todoroki is not good with kids (lying), natsuo is the most big brother that ever big brothered, someone pls give the poor assistant a raise, i truly believe that shouto hyperfixates on random things for a few weeks at a time and you cannot change my mind, also i promise the đ“‡đ‘œđ“‚đ’¶đ“ƒđ’žđ‘’ is coming.. i just need to set the mood first.
p.1 - YOU ARE HERE - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)
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“What was I like when I was five?” 
“Uh, dunno? Guess you were kinda—hey!” Natsuo doesn’t even manage to finish his thought before something (apparently very pressing) on his end of their phone call distracts him. “Aoi! You little—get down from there! Motherf—“
Shouto listens to the chaos unfold with a completely unchanging expression.
“Tou! Talk to your uncle for a second. Your brother's gonna break his neck!”
There’s a scuffle, and before Shouto can so much as protest there’s a little voice greeting him on the other end of the line.
“Hi Oji-chan!” Touma, Natsuo’s 7-year-old, says cheerfully after having evidently been handed the phone.
He hears a little giggle and the sound of his brother squawking incoherently somewhere in the distant background on their side of the call. This is immediately followed by a series of very loud crashes and a panicked string of words which, even in his limited knowledge of childrearing, Shouto's fairly certain kids are not supposed to hear.
“Hello,” he greets his nephew curtly. “If your father’s busy, I can—”
There’s a bit more shuffling, some disgruntled grumbling and laboured panting, and then Natsuo is taking the phone again.
“Sorry, sorry,” the older man says breathlessly, and Shouto stares up at the ceiling over his sofa blankly. “Oh, okay, what were you asking about?”
“Me. When I was five.”
“Oh, yeah!” Shouto’s brother laughs. “Dunno. You were round, I guess? And pretty squishy.”
Shouto rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
Natsuo laughs, loud and carefree like he always does. “Well, what did you mean, then?”
“What kind of stuff did I like?”
There’s a thread hanging from Shouto’s sleeve, and he fiddles with it while he speaks with his brother. It’s distracting, but he can’t quite grip the troublesome string to pluck it loose since he’s using his other hand to hold the phone to his ear.
Natuso hems and haws as he mulls Shouto's question over for a bit. “Soba and chewing on things, mostly.”
“I liked chewing on things when I was five?” Shouto’s reply is flat and unamused. He shifts to hold his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear as he lays back against the cushions of his sofa, snapping the string off easily once he has the use of both his hands.
“Yeah, you were always bite-y,” Natsuo replies simply.
The youngest Todoroki sighs. He rolls the thin bit of thread between his fingers for a moment, watching how the ends split and fray, then flicks it away disinterestedly.
“What’s all this about, anyway?”
There’s a significant amount of racket on Natsuo’s end of the call, but Shouto suspects that’s a fairly normal thing for his older brother’s home. What with two kids and more pets that Shouto can keep track of, there’s always pandemonium happening whenever he stops by to visit. He can’t help but think it’s a miracle that Natsuo managed to find anyone who would willingly subject themselves to that, let alone a partner as normal as the one he married.
“Nothing really,” Shouto mumbles. “Just curious.”
“Well, Yumi would remember that stuff better than I do anyway,” Natsuo chirps. “You could always ask her!” 
“Yeah, thanks,” Shouto nods even though he knows his brother can’t see the gesture. 
They end the call with vague plans to meet up for dinner the following week, though these plans often end up getting rescheduled or completely forgotten about in the stir of their busy adult lives. Once the line disconnects, Shouto is once more left staring up at the boring beige ceiling of his living room.
His apartment is always just a bit too cold. It’s been that way since the day he moved in. His hope in choosing such an upscale domicile had been that he wouldn’t run into issues like this one; it was newly constructed after all, and cost enough that things as simple as climate control shouldn’t be a problem. But no matter how much he fiddles with the thermostat, no matter the time of year, there’s always a chill that seems to linger in his quiet home.
He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the pitter patter of rain outside.
It’s been raining for days now, with only the occasional break in the downpour that never lasts more than a few hours. His last four patrols have ended with him towelling off in the changing room at his agency, using his quirk to warm the terrycloth before he ruffles it through his drenched hair. His costume is fairly well-insulated, and repels the rain, but he still always feels so soggy by the time he gets home.
Suddenly, he thinks about a little yellow raincoat, and the thump of rubber boots.
Truthfully, Shouto’s not sure why he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that strange encounter from a few days prior. The little boy in the yellow raincoat and the ill-fated, crumpled receipt.
Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time a kid was less excited to meet him. 
Maybe it’s something else.
Shouto’s expensive sofa creaks as he pitches himself upwards, reaching out towards the tablet he’d left resting on the edge of his coffee table. He unlocks the device, and realizes he’d left it open to a news article about the Recycling Hero he'd been reading earlier in the day.
He’s been reading a lot about Reductro lately—just about any resource he can find. News articles online, press releases, pamphlets that environmental activists are handing out on street corners. Hell, half the hits on the the guy's Heropedia page from the past week were probably thanks to Shouto.
Just earlier that very day he’d even placed an order online for a copy of the Recycling Hero's newest book.
Reductro, Shouto recently learned, has dedicated his life’s work to inspiring meaningful environmental changes around Japan; he uses his quirk that is capable of breaking down plastics and other complex carbon compounds (as well as his doctorate in Ecology and Environmental Science) to make significant improvements to the climate and the country. The man has a way of speaking that’s neither overly sanitized nor pedantic and inaccessible; kids love him for his exciting way of talking about the environment and why they should care about it, but he's equally capable of putting on a suit and addressing a crowd of adults. Above all else, he seems to be truly passionate about the work that he’s doing–a conclusion Shouto has inarguably come to through his extensive research, and by watching just about every video he's managed to track down online.
He hates to admit it, but the guy is kind of
 really cool.
He gets why Naoyuki was so obsessed with him.
Shouto taps around the surface of the tablet for a moment, pulling up an article about a documentary that Reductro is in the process of producing about microplastics. He scans through the article—making a mental note to look up when it will be coming out and see if his secretary can get him an early cut of it—when an image at the bottom of the article makes him pause. It’s a recent photograph that, according to the caption underneath, was taken only a few weeks prior when Reductro was giving a presentation at a local elementary school.
A little voice rings in the back of Shouto's mind, from a rainy day not unlike this one.
“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!”
Naoyuki may have been a bit of a menace, but he was well-intended. And ultimately Shouto has him to thank for opening his eyes to the prestige of the Recycling Hero.
He stares at the image lighting up the screen in his hands for a moment, his eyes scanning over the name of the elementary school a few times as an idea begins to take shape.
He reaches instinctively for his cellphone.
“Good evening, Shouto-sama,” Shoto’s assistant and secretary, Takahashi, answers on the second ring—just like he always does. “Are you well?”
“Hi,” Shouto greets the man in a relatively abrupt manner, brushing off pleasantries for the sake of saving time. “How hard is it to find a kid?” 
There’s a few beats of silence as Shouto’s question lingers over the line.
“Such as a missing person’s case?” Takahashi-san finally responds, though the usually proper and eloquent man sounds uncharacteristically baffled. 
“No,” Shouto shakes his head. He thinks about his next words carefully. “If i know where a kid goes to school and his first name, could you track him down?”
“Track
 him down?”
For all the hard-fought takedowns Shouto has made in his career as a hero, he sure is losing this battle.
“He’s not a criminal or anything,” Shouto explains, and Takahashi hums understandingly, but it sounds sort of like when an adult is placating a child. “I met him in the street the other day."
"I see."
Shouto knows he still doesn't get it, and he wracks his brain for a way to make this whole situation make sense, even though it doesn't.
"He’s
 a fan.”
Lying is bad. Shouto knows this. He happens to pride himself on knowing the difference between good and bad, as a matter of professionalism. But Naoyuki is a fan, for all intents and purposes.
Just not his.
“Oh,” Takahashi-san sounds more at ease now with this half-truthful revelation, “very well. I don’t suppose it would be all too difficult to find the child’s information. I'm sure the school would be willing to forward contact information for a legal guardian if your office were to reach out on official business.”
“His mother," Shouto replies immediately.
“Pardon?”
“He, uh..."—Shouto fiddles with the tablet in his left hand—"The little boy. He was with his mother when I met him. She’ll remember me.”
“I see. Please forward me the name of the institution and I’ll reach out to the school administration first thing in the morning.” Takahashi has always been exceedingly competent, since the first day Shouto hired him. He’s a bit stuffy, and Shouto’s pretty sure he’s never seen him smile, but the young hero strangely admires the man's no-nonsense sort of antiquated way of doing things. “I assume you’re looking to send some sort of gift. Perhaps a signed poster? Some merchandise?” 
“Yes,” Shouto says, nodding. Then he pauses. “But not mine.”
“Oh?” the man on the other end of the line—who Shouto now realizes is likely at home during his off-hours that he rudely interrupted—sounds puzzled again. 
“Takahashi-san
” Shouto stares down at the tablet in his hands, still open to the article he’d been reading before he picked up his phone to make this call. “Have you ever heard of the Recycling Hero?”
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brights-place · 9 months ago
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Hello!! I read some of your Trolls stuff and I really really like them! May I request Trollex, Branch, and Floyd with a super supportive s/o who’s experienced in a lot of genres of music and dance? They have a TON of instruments and they know how to play every last one like girl where did you get these???
Sheet music and music theory knowledge is through the roof like you’d think they teach it as a profession, and if they give them physical affection and compliments and actually just normal relationship stuff??? They are a puddle on the ground they are NOT used to someone close actively caring so much about them besides like family they love that shit, giving AND receiving 😎 (they can be shy about it sometimes tho it’s adorable)
Uhhh tldr local music nerd is smitten with their amazing s/o, they down bad tbh /j
If this is too much in a single request, don’t hesitate to message me in case this is too long!
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Them Dating an Music Theory! Troll
Pairing: Trollex X S/O, Floyd X S/O, and Branch X S/O
Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing
A/N: OOOOH I LOVE THIS REQUEST! this is so good okay okay! plus I do music theory myself so this is fun! >:D
Trollex
- Trollex loves the way you explain music theory in a way that is easy to understand and engaging
- He enjoys listening to them talk passionately about music.
- He enjoys watching you play music for you and analyze the pieces in depth
- He listens when you rant and explain Music theory to him explaining that music theory covers things such as pitches and scales, intervals, clefs, rhythm, form, meter and time signatures, phrases and cadences, and basic harmony for music which he nods his head listening to you - Trollex loves how you play many instruments and stares at how you play it with ease - Trollex listens to you rant about it and is very patient with you even with his short attention span and endless energy.
- loves the way you light up when you talks about things that are about music
- He asks so many questions and forgets since his brain is re-setting sometimes - He can't help but admire your dedication to studying and refining your endless knowledge of music - He loves that they challenge your preconceived ideas about music and open you up to new perspectives of different musical styles and genres.
- He loves your creative ideas and imagination for how to explore and experiment with music.
- He values your willingness to share your knowledge and experience with you.
- He loves the way you express yourself through music and many genres not sticking to one and enjoys how you dance with him to techno music
Floyd
- Floyd loves to encourage you to express yourself creatively and explore your musical side more around him which you obviously do
- He appreciates how you share music tastes with him and discover new songs to listen to together
- He finds your knowledge of music history fascinating and enjoy learning new facts about the origins of different musical styles.
- Floyd is fascinated by your ability to deconstruct a piece of music and understand how the different elements interact to create a cohesive whole
- Floyd can’t help be impressed by the way you can find common threads between seemingly disparate pieces of music and make connections that he had never noticed before and would ask more
- You love the way your shy emo partner aka Floyd opens up to you and shares his emotions through music with you
-You two enjoy discussing the deeper meanings of songs and analysing the lyrics together though he mainly stared at your face to see your focused face
- He loves to play you a song that relates to your current emotional state and makes you feel understood and comforted.
- He can’t help but be drawn to how your musical knowledge and understanding of music theory can shed light on your personality in ways that you may not have been aware of but he was aware of it
- He finds it amazing how you can deconstruct your emotions using music theory and communicate with you on a deeper level which he also does I mean he is the sensitive one and knows about emotions
- He can’t help but be amazed by how much you can learn through many genres of music and their musical knowledge
 I mean he’s Pop Rock but he can’t help but be shocked how you know ALL the genres
- He can’t help but be charmed by the way you approach music with pure enthusiasm and wonder as he stared at you lovingly.
Branch
- You both feel a strong connection with each other through music and can tell that you're both on the same wavelength even though he doesn't show it much,
- He can't help but admire the way you are fine with how branch can effortlessly switch between serious discussion and playful banter
- He finds it adorable when you become shy and blushes after realizing you have been rambling on about music for too long.
- He loves when you start sharing your favorite songs and artists with each other and discovering new music together
- He loves to support your creativity and encourages you to express yourself through music. - Branch can’t help be impressed by the way you can find common threads between seemingly disparate pieces of music and make connections that he had never noticed before and would ask more about it towards you
- He's impressed by your intelligence and knowledge of music theory.
- He finds himself admiring at your musical skills and wishing he could play or compose music the way you do.
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zarvasace · 9 months ago
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Fic Rec List
AO3 is holding a Feedback Fest for International Fanworks Day! So, in no particular order, here are 10 fics from my bookmarks that I recommend. :) Most of these fics are by stellar authors, but the list is for individual fics. I recommend checking out the authors as well.
EDIT: fandom code. LU = Linked Universe. FS = Four Swords
Dawn of the Fourth by @lazuliquetzal - (LU, complete) A fic that's on plenty of rec lists, I'm sure! The mastery of plot, character, and language itself is top-tier. This has a mystery-ish plot filled with twists and turns that hold up very very well on rereads! The tension remains taut the whole time, but it isn't too stressful. There are some particular images from this one that have stuck with me since I read it.
Threats and Theatrics by htruona - (LU, complete) This one makes me laugh. A lot. Vio is too dramatic for his own good, and I adore the idea that they might just keep fake blood on them for stuff like this.
A Guide to Living (Again) by @cerame (LU, complete) - Also one that I'm sure is not unfamiliar to a lot of people! It's no secret that I'm a big fan of Shadow, and it was so so much fun to see these other opposite-Links coming around, too. This is just overall a very good time.
Awake, Sweet Prince by @vagueandominousvibes - (FS, complete) There's a lot by Kahl I adore, she's an excellent writer with a wonderful handle on world and words, and this one in particular is one of my favorites. I love slightly spooky fae and this is definitely high on my list.
Count to Nine by @tess-aka-fishy (LU, complete) - One of my top fluff and humor fics. Everyone is in-character in the best way possible, being chaotic but not necessarily on purpose. It's awesome.
It's Dangerous to Go Alone by @hey-adora (FS, complete) - Among the many standout works by Sam, this one is an excellent one to recommend thanks to the showcase of her particular brand of humor, the fun, adventure-y plot, canon-extension worldbuilding, and of course the focus on Vio and Shadow being awful as always.
Keep Your Face to the Sun by Ageofavalon (LU, complete) - This one is a wonderful little fic with, surprise surprise, a focus on Shadow. This one just feels cozy, and I've reread it a lot. I particularly enjoy the way that they adopt him into the LU Chain :)
Take a Number, Any Number by @cluelessmoose (LU, complete) - An outstanding Four whump fic that recently got a very satisfying second chapter. It uses a lot of my favorite whump tropes. The imagery and particular use of words makes this a delight to read.
Soft Glows by @youmixxx (FS, incomplete) - Breaking my hesitant rule of "only complete fics allowed" to rec this fantastic Green/Blue modern college AU story. The attention to detail in this fic is unbelievable—and I mean detail in-text in descriptions and narrative, as well as behind-the-scenes details like consistent schedules. It's beautiful. Don't let the word count intimidate you because it flies by in a haze of glory.
Draw a Circle Around Your Grief by @lattewritesthings (LU, complete) - Dramatic, horrific, bitter, hurt-no-comfort—BUT in a way that doesn't leave you hanging on a thread. It's tragic but the resolution is satisfying anyway. The images are striking and the emotions are potent.
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letsquestjess · 1 year ago
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The Bad Batch and Gifts (TBB x GN!Reader)
Summary: You decide to treat the Batch to a gift.
Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff.
A/N: I never realised just how different writing x reader stuff is to the stuff I'm used to writing, but I am having so much fun with these and I definitely plan on doing some more.
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Hunter
Hunter had been grumbling for some time about his bandana starting to itch his head. When you looked, you saw the worn patches and frayed edges, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it hadn’t just completely come apart.
You head to the market to restock your supplies, and you spot a stall selling some accessories, so you tell Hunter you'd forgotten something back on the ship and that you'd meet up with him later. You slip away to the stall once he's out of sight and look over the selection of bandanas. A vibrant, cherry red one catches your eye.
That evening, while Hunter does his usual checks of the ship, you ask each of the Batch to write their names on the inside of the new bandana. You stitch over the outlines with a soft silk thread, carefully weaving in your own name with a little heart next to it. You give him bandana after heading to bed and the grin on his face lights up your entire world. When he notices the names of his family on the inside, you swear you hear his breath hitch as he tenderly traces the letters. His loved ones are always with him now thanks to your thoughtful gift. Needless to say, you’re not escaping his arms for the whole night.
Echo
Echo's memories bring a mix of emotions, from nostalgia to regret. He can still remember the events of Skako Minor and the devastation in Rex's voice when he told him about Fives as though they happened yesterday. He has lost so many brothers and experienced so much pain that at times he feels like he’s steeped in awful memories. But he has good ones too, and it is those he holds onto the most. 
He tries to deal with them himself, but one night while you’re both nestled together in his bunk, you feel him tense up. You ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you about how the memories haunt him. That it hurts to remember his fallen brothers, but he’s not ready to let them go.
The next morning, as Hunter and Tech stack up a pile of storage boxes they plan on getting rid of, an idea pops into your head and you take one of the smaller ones. You spend all day painting it with all the things that Echo loves and add a few little items into the memory box to start off the collection. Presenting it to him, you see the tears in his eyes, and he is grateful beyond words that you did this for him.
Over time, he collects items that remind him of the good times and small trinkets that fill him with hope of a brighter tomorrow.
Wrecker
Wrecker once tried a particular snack on some distant planet in the middle of nowhere and declared that it was the most delicious food he’d ever had. And you haven’t been able to find anything like it since. Each time you go out looking for supplies, you keep an eye out for them, but you’ve had no luck.
Just when you’ve given up hope of ever being able to find them, you see some in a bakery. You purchase as many as you can and carefully put them into a box, placing it on Wrecker's bunk along with a heartfelt note.
You carry on with your day as normal and Wrecker returns from his fishing excursion while you’re doing a few repairs on the ship. He goes inside and a few moments later you hear a gasp, followed by excited, hurried footsteps as he bounds back out and whisks you into a hug. You can smell the salty water on his clothes as he spins you around and peppers your face with kisses, trying to say thank you through a mouthful of the snacks you kindly got him.
Crosshair
After carrying out repairs near a lake, you and Crosshair take a well-deserved break and find some stones to skim across the still waters. Feeling a little mischievous, he decides he’s going to give you lessons, sneaking a hand onto your waist and holding you so that your back is pressed against him. He makes a show of guiding your aim, not that you actually need any help, but it gives him the opportunity to be close to you. You spend the entire time exchanging smiles and laughs, trying to outdo each other with the furthest skims and stealing secret kisses when no one is looking. It’s peaceful and serene, and all too soon, Hunter calls everyone back to the ship. As you prepare to leave, you find a small blue stone that stands out from the rest and secure a thin cord around it. Crosshair is confused at first when you offer it to him until you tell him it’s a rock from the lakeside that you made into a charm for his rifle. A token from you he can keep close to him.
Tech
Okay, so this one might be sickly sweet, but Tech is definitely someone who appreciates time spent with a person. Not because of a mission or necessity, but out of an earnest desire to be there with him in that moment. He knows that time is precious and that sometimes he takes up a lot of it with his rambling, but every single time you sit there, every single time you listen attentively to him, throwing in a few questions every now and again to prompt him to keep going, to show him you are listening and freely offering him your time, it fills him with such a warm feeling of love and appreciation that he spends hours just basking in it afterwards.
So when you lie in bed with him one night, watching one of those cheesy, romantic holo-dramas, and the couple are exchanging gifts, you confess to him you’ve often thought of getting him something but you’re not sure what. In those shows, they always get their significant other flowers, or chocolates, or teddy bears, and while those things can be sweet, you want to give him a present that means something to him. He smiles, an adorable grin lighting up those intelligent eyes, and kisses your forehead, telling you in a tender whisper that the time you spend with him is the most precious gift you have ever given him. A gift that will remain close to his heart forever.
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agendabymooner · 1 year ago
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lost in japan ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series extra
“i was hoping i could get lost in your paradise.”
summary: sylvie and max in japan. sylvie’s new obsession. a lot of shopping. and twitter/instagram wars. OR f1 twt summarized each one of max’s posts in his ig story after he and sylvie ford went to japan without any notice.
content warning: use of explicit language, established relationship, threads of posts regarding their relationship, nothing just an inchident serious just fluff and possibly humour, press the pictures for the full view!
note: me: i’m gonna update the masterlist. also me: haha funny brain post some more.
i don’t feel alright today but i hope y’all are doing good and touching grass. enjoy xx
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yukitsunoda0511 did you go to akihabara then? liked by sylvieeford
maxverstappen1 she practically lived there if i’m being honest 😀
danielricciardo watch out mustang he might steal your supermodel career liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford he already snatched it. by the weave and all
landonorris left the country as an avid animal crossing gamer and supermodel, came back as an animal crossing gamer and supermodel with a hint of otaku liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford i can be hot and be obsessed with certain fandoms at the same time, best friend đŸ€
landonorris i know, best friend. and i fw it 😍
pierregasly max had been texting us in the groupchat asking yuki about animes and street foods. he was studying that’s why he’s on the phone all the time 😂 liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford we had a tour guide for a reason maxverstappen1 😭
maxverstappen1 yuki knew the seedy areas that we didn’t know about. how did you think i found our way into that alleyway of vending machines?
yukitsunoda0511 i helped him
sylvieeford it was quite sketchy but thank you yuki 😀 take me somewhere with lights next time caddy
charles_leclerc did you get me something?
sylvieeford my priceless presence during the next race?
charles_leclerc i’m hoping for something like some stuff from the mario theme park.
shawnmendes i’m glad you took my advice 😉 liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford am i ever glad that i did.
maxverstappen1 if we hadn’t been listening to your playlist we probably wouldn’t have anything to do at home 😅
tillywolff is there anything for the little cubs perhaps??? 👀 liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford maxverstappen1 lol about that
maxverstappen1 you’re gonna hate us so much
tillywolff oh god, you two went all out on the kids. victoriaverstappen these two are at it with the gifts again đŸ„Č
victoriaverstappen we should swap lives for a day at some point and see how much clutter would you step on when you get them toys
sylvieeford actually we got them new friends and some new clothes from the nintendo shop 😉 then we went to sanrioland and got them all

tillywolff you two need to stop the retail therapy
maxverstappen1 what’s done is done, tils đŸ€·â€â™€ïž
christianhorner i’m glad you two missed me 🙄 liked by sylvieeford
sylvieeford don’t worry we got you something to compensate 😉
christianhorner i don’t even want to know.
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kaminocasey · 11 months ago
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25 Days of Life Day: Day One - Decorating the Tree with Rex
Summary: The war is over. Rex has never decorated a tree, and you're excited to do this with him.
Warnings: none, just fluff.
A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, MY FRIENDS!!! I know this is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but I got busy this week with work and family stuff. Excited for the next 24 days!! <3
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Rex wasn’t keen on the idea of a live tree. Like, an actual tree. He told you it would shed and die eventually and you shrugged it off and smiled. At that point, with that smile, he couldn’t tell you no. In fact, from the moment he met you, he knew he’d never be able to tell you no. And now here you are, coming home with a seven foot tall tree because you batted your eyes and said you’d “formed a bond” with it. 
As you fill the stand with water, Rex reads from the directions that the tree farm salesman had given him while you were staring at the tree with stars in your eyes. 
“It says that it’s got about four to six weeks.”
“It’s alright. I know it’s not going to last forever.” You sigh, dramatically, making your husband laugh. 
This was your first Life Day as a married couple and you’re determined to give Rex the most magical Life Day ever. On the way to the tree farm, he had told you that as long as you got to spend time together, he’d be happy no matter what. It still didn’t really take the pressure off you, but he was sweet for saying so. 
When Rex gets the tree stood up, you do a small happy dance, making him smile, and pull the lights out of one of the boxes behind you. 
“Blue for the 501st, naturally.” You grin. 
“Funny.” He rolls his eyes, smirking. 
You show him how to thread the lights through the branches and he stands on one side as you pass the lights back and forth until the entire tree is wrapped in lights, just begging to be lit up. 
You’re saving that for the end, though, craving to see Rex’s reaction to your tree. 
“What’s next?” He smiles, peeking at the box behind you.
You hold up a finger, making him wait as you pull out the silver and blue tinsel. He chuckles and shakes his head, in the cute way he does when he tries not to bust out laughing. 
“I’m never living down the blue, am I?” He puts his hands on his hips.
“Never ever.” You reach up on your toes to kiss him before starting the tinsel on the tree. “Plus, you just look so damn good in blue.” 
You throw him a playful wink and he can’t help but think to himself how incredibly in love with you he is. How did he get so lucky?
You see Rex sniff the air and you smirk, knowingly. 
“That’s the tinsel. I love that smell.” You chuckle. 
“It’s definitely got an interesting smell.” He hands you more of the sparkly blue and silver ropes. 
“When I was a kid, this was my favorite part of decorating the tree.” You tell him. 
“I’ll remember that.” He kisses you on the head, admiring the way the tinsel fills the tree. 
“Now the ornaments.” You hand him an ornament out of the box and he stares at it. 
“You hang them by the loops on the branches.” You guide his hand toward the branches and he hangs it and then steps away to admire it.
Maybe to anyone else, this would look silly, but the two of you know that this is an incredible new thing for the two of you. With the war finally ending, you could partake in life stuff like a normal married couple. Which is why you’re so excited for the holidays. You want to give Rex so much. 
You and Rex finish hanging ornaments, some of them from your childhood. You tell him stories of how they came about. 
When it comes time for the very last thing, you show Rex how to hang the star on the top. And as he hangs it, you take a holoscan of him to keep this memory forever. He looks so sweet next to the tree that he wasn’t too keen on only a couple hours ago. 
“What do you think?” You ask him, staring at it.
“It’s great.” He grins.
“Hold on.” You smirk, reaching behind it for the cord and plugging it in. 
It immediately comes to life even more and Rex’s eyes get wide, the twinkle of the blue lights dancing in his brown eyes. It makes your chest clench and when he realizes you’re staring, you look at the tree bashfully.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” You grin up at the six foot, fluffy Coruscanti Noble Tree. 
“She sure is.” Rex isn’t even looking at the tree anymore, though.
As you lean in to smell the fresh noble pine, it really does remind you of your childhood. You know that Rex and the other clones didn’t have a childhood, so this is your chance to give him a little bit of one. 
“I love it, cyare.” He smiles, taking your hand and kissing it. “Not as much as I love you, though.” 
When he says things like that, it completely melts your insides. Unable to help yourself, you fling your arms around his neck, kissing him. 
A knock on the door pulls you away from each other, indicating that some of Rex’s brothers have arrived for dinner.
“The guys are gonna get a kick out of this thing, just so you know.” He chuckles.
“Tell Fives if he ruins my tree, I’ll kick his ass.” You point at him as you go to answer the door. 
“I think you’re more threatening than me at this point. You should tell him.” Rex laughs. 
He has a point. You’re half tempted to put a baby gate around it just to protect it. 
“Wow, look at that thing!” Fives exclaims, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek before walking into the apartment. 
Echo shakes his head. “Try not to break it, we know how much you like shiny things.” 
You and Echo share an amused look as you let the rest of them in. When you look at Rex, you see him showing his brothers which ornaments he hung and you feel a swell of pride, knowing immediately this is going to be the best Life Day yet.
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