#you think he's a dork normally? just wait until you see him with someone he loves

[tsuzukerukoto]

Still thinking abt this. Anyone who's been my mutual since my old blog knows just how much of a dork Makoto can be (shoutout to my ship partners, you guys absolutely know), and especially how much that part of him can be turned up to overdrive when in the presence of someone he's caught feelings for

[k4zushi]

[ 16 ] COSTUME ROOM SHENANIGANS

status : unedited, written 01/17/24 ☆ word count : 1.3k

Y/N’S POV ⟡ COSTUME ROOM

the days leading up to the next play practice had been pretty normal which had you on edge.

life had ways of making you miserable and you were at your limit from the events that had taken place 2 weeks following today.

there were many things that made you nervous about attending play practice but the main one was a certain grey haired male who recently become the one most frequently occupying your thoughts.

even if it was just a cat reaction picture, you managed to muster up the courage to reply to cyno’s sudden confession.

however, you still felt awkward and it didn’t help that the simplest of things would make you think of him.

posters about the play while walking to your next lecture of the day? your mind drifted off to visualize him in the costume you had sketched the other day.

hearing someone mention the compsci department? you would wonder what he would look like wearing blue light glasses.

making eye contact with someone with a familiar red gaze while walking to the costume room?

wait a familiar red gaze? oh fuck no please no—

“—y/n? hi?? hello???” cyno said, slowly waving a hand in front of your face.

how you managed to disassociate for so long, you had no clue but that was an issue for later.

“y/n…?” he asked again.

cyno was now looking at you with a worried expression on his face.

he looks pretty even when he’s worried.. god definitely has favorites….

you quickly snap back into reality and focus on the man in front of you.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to ignore you or anything. i’m just really out of it today i swear,” you frantically explained while nervously fiddling with a measuring tape.

when did i pick up a measuring tape…??

cyno nodded understandingly at your reasoning and started to speak again.

“so… my measurements..?”

“oh you’re right, i’m sor—” you started to apologize again.

“you don’t have to keep apologizing.” cyno interrupted.

you immediately shut up. cyno in person is so much more intimidating than the cyno who called you cute last weekend…

his face immediately contorted into a slight grimace.

“sorry… i didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh. tone is hard”

that made you giggle in amusement. there was the same feeling you had felt when he messaged you.

“slash gen?” you said while biting back a smile from overtaking your face.

cyno’s eyes seemed to lighten up at your small joke.

he was such a dork, you almost swooned right then and there.

he let out a small chuckle and nodded. “yea..”

the nervous knot in your stomach unraveled and you finally felt at a feeling of ease overtake your senses. that was the first time that had happened in a couple weeks.

“hey cyno, are you okay with standing still for me for a couple minutes? i swear i won’t take too much time” you asked, holding up your measuring tape.

“it’s fine, take as much time as you need,” he said stepping towards you.

you tilted your head in confusion at his words and he’s quick to explain.

“i’m not really needed until the scene 5. they’re going over scene 2 right now and it’s going to take a while since it’s technically the first official practice,” he rambled.

his behavior suddenly become more and more visibly nervous. the way he was tightly wringing his fingers looked painful.

you smile at the sight; not because you enjoyed seeing him like this, but because it reassured you that you weren’t the only one who felt nervous interacting with the other.

“you don’t have to explain yourself, just focus on standing still,” you said while extending the measuring tape and wrapping it around his bicep.

you see cyno tense and stiffen in place and while it was extremely amusing to see him act so out of character, you still had a job to do.

“cyno you can relax, i don’t bite you know?”

“i apologize i don’t—“

“why are you apologizing?? i said you can relax..” you sigh, retracting from him and folding your arms.

this only seems to make him even more nervous.

he can’t even look at you properly and this makes you think about what could make him feel less awkward.

it didn’t take long until you thought of something. sure, maybe you could possibly make a complete fool out of yourself but you didn’t have any energy left to face the wrath of ms lisa.

“knock knock”

cyno looks at you confused.

“i said knock knock,” you repeated.

“who’s there…?” he finally responds back.

“boo”

“boo who?”

“don’t cry, it’s a joke”

cyno freezes at this and looked away again.

you start to contemplate if it was really worth your last sliver of dignity trying to get him to become more comfortable with you until you saw the hand that was covering his mouth, the way his body trembled, the soft giggles that escaped, and the slight flush of red creeping up his neck.

“cyno??” you shifted to get a good look at his face.

he turned his head and you made eye contact.

that was when he burst out into full blown laughter.

it was your turn to freeze now; you didn’t know how to react or what the appropriate reaction would even be.

was this really the guy who had you nearly shitting yourself from getting cornered against a wall just a week ago??

his laughter was pretty, something you couldn’t find yourself ever get tired of listening to. unfortunately, but also not so unfortunately, it was just as contagious as it was pretty.

you found yourself laughing along with him and now the two of you were leaning on each other trying desperately to regain your composure.

except the two of you kept failing because you’d make eye contact and immediately get thrown back into another fit of mutual laughter.

this cycle continued another 4 or 5 times, give or take and by the end of it, you were gasping for air.

cyno was the first to recover and had taken it upon himself to hold onto one of your arms so you wouldn’t collapse.

“THE JOKE—” you wheeze. “—WASN’T EVEN THAT FUNNY”

“it was,” cyno shook his head in disagreement, now rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to help you.

“are you sure?? it was so corny,” you said, now feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

before he could answer, you had pulled away from his grip on your arm and began to search the floor for the measuring tape you had managed to drop.

cyno frowned a bit but shook it off.

spotting the measuring tape, you grabbed it and approached him.

“i hope that was enough to help you relax,” you went to wrap the tape around his wrist. “i’d be kinda disappointed if it wasn’t”

cyno mumbled a small apology to which you let out a small hum in response.

you tapped one of his arms, gesturing at him to lift them so you could get his torso measurements and he complied.

you took the tape and wrapped it around his waist, tightening it till it was snug against the fabric of his oversized shirt.

cyno shifted a bit and you almost instinctively went to grab his wrist to warn him from moving; something you had picked up since your friends had a habit of running off in public.

with one holding the measuring tape in place and your other one wrapped around his wrist, you heard cyno’s breath hitch.

you pulled away from him and decided to busy yourself with “writing down his measurements” in your notebook that was already filling up with nervous scribbles.

cyno let out a nervous cough and then turned to look away.

perhaps the lack of air ventilation in the costume room was getting to both of you.

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[al-of-the-stars]

Can I ask for Lucifer X Reader where he has a crush on them and takes them to LuLu World to cheer them up?

"A cliché dork with a heart of gold"

A/n: live laugh love Lucifer. He is so pookie but anyways, I hope you enjoy, Anon, and thank you for the request! Also, I keep forgetting to mention this but all the line dividers are hand-made by me! :D

It was a normal day like any other. You felt like shit and didn't know what to do about it. One of the few things that brought you joy was your good friend Lucifer. Truly, you wished he was more than just a platonic friend but you had your doubts. He's literally the king of hell, so how could someone like him ever see you in a romantic way? Lucifer always noticed that you felt miserable and had always been upset that he couldn't do much about it. Today though, he had sparks in his mind. An idea came to him, so perfect yet obvious that he was kind of mad at himself that he didn't think of it sooner. He would take you to Lulu World! Perhaps that would also be the perfect way he would confess his love for you. He thought out scenarios over and over in his head of how it would go. “And then, I confess my undying love and loyalty at the very top of the Ferris wheel!’ He rambled to himself, playing out his plan using rubber duck replicas of you two. As the day got closer and closer, Lucifer got more and more nervous. You, however, got more and more excited. When the day arrived, you met him just outside the gates. “Y/n! You're here!- uh I mean.. Hello y/n, welcome to Lulu World,” he tried to compose himself. You just held back a laugh at his adorable attempt. The rest of the day went perfectly. You guys got cotton candy, played carnival games, and most importantly, you went on the Ferris Wheel. When your cart reached the very peak of the wheel, allowing you to stare out into the night sky, adorned by beautiful stars that resembled little diamonds. “Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah, Luci?”

“I… I love you,”

“Wait, really?”

“Of course,”

“I love you too,” You smiled and both of you leaned in closer until your lips connected in a loving kiss. Just then, fireworks exploded in the sky. You parted after a few seconds. “You planned those fireworks, didn't you?”

“...maybe”

[glitchyko]

Inkypages headcanons? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏

My honest reaction to seeing this:

I think I could share a few of my headcanons for my absolute favorite lmk ship, it’s not like I have a lot- (thank you so much for asking this I need to ramble about these two dorks and all my thoughts and ideas for them I am absolutely not normal about them)

1: Their first kiss was absolutely nerve racking for them, both Tang and Macaque weren’t sure on how to go about doing this cause they’ve never kissed each other before, Macaque was pretty quiet and Tang was kinda rambling-

2: Macaque has his own sort of way of showing he cares, he’s not really shown affection to someone in a long time, and he probably gets kinda unsure how to go about it, but Tang can tell he cares

3: These two definitely try to steal food from each other, it’s fun for both of them and they come up with different ways to get from the other, it’s almost like a game for them

4: They’ve accidentally done the noodle kiss thing from the Lady and the Tramp, probably even multiple times

5: Tang is an absolute nervous wreck when it comes to more intimate and romantic gestures, he doesn’t dislike them, but he’s not the most used to them per se?

6: Macaque is definitely a tease, and it is very easy for him to tease and get a reaction out of Tang

7: It took a bit before Macaque was really comfortable with physical touch, specifically with his face and ears being touched, but once he was okay with it, Macaque kinda melts into Tangs touch

8: Macaque is comfortable showing his appearance without glamour when he and Tang are alone, though he was nervous when he first showed it to Tang, but Tang didn’t treat him any differently than before

9: Macaque shadow clones definitely are more expressive in showing affection and are more forward with their feelings and teasing. If shadow clones are around, you can bet Tang is gonna be teased and turn into a blushing mess-

10: Tang gets incredibly nervous when the giant macaque shadow clone is around, when he was first held by it he was absolutely on the verge of passing out, it’s not that he thinks it’ll hurt him, but it’s really big and strong and intimidating-

11: When Tang and Macaque do get more intimate and such, they tend to sorta forget about or not pay attention to their surroundings, they have definitely had times where they’ve were doing romantic fruity couple stuff, and didn’t realize someone was watching them or in the same room, until they noticed them-

12: Macaque enjoys listening to Tangs rambles, but he does also sometimes like cutting him off mid ramble with a kiss to tease him

13: They’ve tried on each others scarves, Macaque’s is super super comfortable, though it kinda smells. Tangs scarf is nice and easy to wear

14: Tang watches and really enjoys Macaque’s shadow plays, they’re very fun and Tang likes seeing Macaque do something he has fun with

15: If they sleep together, Tang is the one who ends up being held by Macaque, and when he wakes up he is absolutely flustered and Macaque is just grinning cause he thinks Tangs reaction is cute and funny

16: They like stargazing together, Macaque knows lots of good places to look at the stars at with Tang

17: Tang has actually tried food made by Macaque and it’s not bad, Tang can’t cook to save his life though so cooking is not an option for him sadly

18: Macaque has not shown Tang his video game and actually tries to hide it from him- (there may or may not be a Tang character in the game but who knows???)

19: Macaque was the one to first express interest in Tang (Wukong definitely caught onto Macaque’s feelings for Tang and was just waiting for when he was finally gonna go make a move, probably just straight up asked, “So when are you gonna tell Tang you like him?” With the biggest grin on his face)

20: When Macaque is telling Tang about his adventures, he does so with shadowplays and such, he likes having visuals and dramatic flair, he enjoys seeing how invested Tang gets in his tales

21: Macaque has tried on Tangs glasses, he thinks it’s kinda funny

22: Tang is not good at giving Macaque nicknames, but Macaque has really cute nicknames for Tang-

23: Macaque doesn’t let Tang work or study on something too much to a point where it gets in the way of him sleeping or such.

24: Macaque also has a tab at Pigsys shop, he and Tang have both not paid their tabs yet, and they probably have no plans to do so any time soon.

25: Tang has seen Macaque draw, he likes his art. Macaque has actually seen Tang draw before and he’s actually pretty good at it!

26: Macaque has done some monkey stuff with Tang before, like checking his hair for bugs and such, even though Tang is not a monkey, and although Tang isn’t used to it, he doesn’t mind it.

27: Macaque has carried Tang a lot in different ways for different reasons, and he’s acts like it’s just, business as usual depending on the situation

28: When Macaque is flustered, he’s quiet, kinda tries to act unphased, avoids eye contact. When Tang is flustered, he’s a stuttering, rambling, nervous wreck

29: Macaque sometimes likes to turn into an animal or other person or just use the shadows to sorta watch Tang, and Tang actually gets a feeling that Macaque is around when this does happen, even if he can’t see him.

And that’s all the headcanons I could think of on the top of my head to share, there’s most likely more but I don’t wanna make a long list, so I only shared a few of them. Thanks for letting me share some of my inkypages thoughts-

[jennrypan]

Got any headcannon to our lovely superstar johnny cage

Hm let's see..Haven't got much that everyone else doesn't already think

First and foremost. He is bi but I think this is a universal FACT fr.

He's a service top/ switch. He's down for whatever fr. (He's needy, whimpers and will be mouthy cuz ofc ofc)

He loves kids, like he likes acting in front of them and putting on little shows to make them laugh.

He WILL make people watch all the movies he's referenced. Like full on marathons at his house so they can understand what the hell he's talking about and just cuz he thinks they'll like the movies. He'll specifically find movies he thinks his friends will like and puts it on.

His love language is gift giving and acts of service <3 oh you like that thing over there?? I GOTCHU. You want me to give you a piggy back ride? I GOTCHU

He's the type to whine and complain if his partner leaves without kissing him goodbye. Boy is dramatic and WILL make it their problem, texting them things like: 'You left without kissing me :(? I'm hurt, I'm literally dying 💔 ' 'Bby are you mad at me :((?'

He gives GREAT hugs. Like full on chest to chest, holding you close cuz he's affectionate and things everyone could use a hug fr (his tits are huge and so are his biceps, you WILL get a hug)

I'm thinking his powers were giving to him by Shang Tsu in the MK 1 timeline. By ACCIDENT. Like when they were fighting to get Mileena back to normal he accidentally gets some of the guys weird shit on his arm and to anyone that isn't Earthrealm it would've burned them or something and instead it just stung him and it was like a mild itch until suddenly..he had those green plasma blasts at the end of MK 1?? And Shang Tsung was mad as hell when he found out cuz now this annoying Earth realmer has abilities 💀

Likes when his partners wear his stuff. Like yes!! That's my jacket!! That's my shirt!! Hell yeah!

He likes cats and would own a Maine Coon and call it Cage Jr. (Idc idc I'm projecting, give my boy a cat)

Favorite colors are Green, Red, Gold and pink . He likes flashy colors

He didn't have many friends growing up cuz people thought he was too loud and obnoxious so when he meets Lui Kang and Co he LATCHES on (abandonment issues :)) ) he wants to hang out whenever they can, he talks about them all the time cuz they're his new besties

(Especially Kenshi 👀)

He snorts when he laughs <3

Sleeps in his boxers or nothing at all so..watch out for that.

He knows a lot of random ass facts about all the things he buys. (People think he just buys things to spend money but nah he's a dork who researches random artifacts and has them to make sure they're taken care of)

He will FREQUENTLY bug Bi-Han about that statue he broke and will terrorize him about it, and Bi-Han will just about lose his mind in rage cuz this Earth Realmer is irking him

He visits his moms grave on her birthday all the time without fail and WILL get agitated if someone tries to stop him or tell him he has prior commitments (unless someone else is dying or something extremely serious is happening..like his child being born maybe 👀 you'll wait til he comes back)

He writes in cursive!! He learned cursive from his mom and knows how to write fast from experience of signing things. (He's also a fast reader cuz he's gotta read his contracts to know nothing fishy is happening)

Annnd that's what I got so far--

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Faintly chuckling at his comment of 'everyone dancing', she glanced over in his direction with an amused raise of her brows. "Oh yeah, I can definitely see that. I feel accomplished just by witnessing Gobber go all out for this dancing thing.."

Her eyes seemed to be engrossed onto his face for the small moment in which he kissed her hand, a slight warmth finding its way onto her cheeks as Freya delighted herself in the excitement that was evident around him. 'I really do love this dork..'

She felt another appreciative and fond smile tracing her lips at his statement, making a dramatic sigh before they started to dance. "I think you'll do fine...but, man...you can be very cheesy sometimes.." She teased, finding what he said to actually be quite endearing.

Was her face as visibly red as the paint she had on? She sure hoped not. With each and every brief touch, it was like she was deluged in a comfort only he could give, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "Mhm..probably should check that out."

Freya's grin widened when she registered that Hiccup quickly pecked her cheek, concluding that he had some sort of ability to make the weird, fluttery feeling come back more rapidly - which wasn't a very complex capability in the end. The sole reason she acknowledged why he had so often been able to make her feel differently was actually pretty simple: he was himself.

Someone who she can truly be at ease with and be herself. The one who she steadily fell in love with, and continued to.

She silently pondered on those things as the dance finished, mirroring his smile while leaning further into his embrace. She would never get tired of that warmth. It was evident that she had changed to a certain capacity when Hiccup became more involved in her life; it showed as she practically forgot they were still in the Great Hall. "Well, if it made you happy, then I'm glad too..because I didn't know what I was doing for a couple of minutes..!"

His offer was a small piece of treasure with a high price set on it. Although it didn't seem like much to any other 'normal' person, Freya took it as extra time being spent alongside the two people she loved and cherished - something that wouldn't be replaced by any means. "Yeah, that sounds nice..!"

As evening was drawing near, she watched Ayla joyfully paint Gobber's face with his requested colors, not once leaving her boyfriend as the younger Leif skillfully tinted the specific hue, carefully avoiding getting any paint in his mustache until it was finally done. She ended it off by swiftly hugging him before darting off to the two who were waiting for her, abruptly embracing them as well when she was close enough.

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Ayla had already began to yawn on their way to the future Chief's hut, stretching her arms as she attempted to shake off the droopiness which was subtly weighing down on her. She could easily get energetic, but it was as if she had to pay for it later on by being utterly tired.

Freya, of course, noticed it - she always did. She had become used to the excuses her little sister would say, deciding to let her off the hook for the sake of it being Snoggletog Eve. Her choice brought them down the path of a...strange and unexpected topic, though. "Wait...what did you just say..?"

In the middle of chewing a delicious piece of bread, Ayla shrugged, her response a bit muffled due to the food in her mouth. "I seen Ruffnut touch Hiccup's hair--"

"Ayla. Manners."

Upon hearing that, the younger girl cleared her throat and swallowed properly, finishing her answer nonchalantly: "I said, I saw Ruffnut touch Hiccup's hair." She shrugged yet again, "It wasn't a big deal. I thought it was kind of funny--" Snorting for a moment, she continued lightheartedly, "You should've seen the look on his face! Anyways, I loved the dance today! I'm so happy you both went in there and joined us too!"

Ayla held the bread in her hands while she animatedly rambled, waving it a few times. "I'm pretty sure I did, like...one hundred twirls! Have you ever done that, guys? I really wanna be like a dragon when I think about it..cause they get to spin, and spin, and spin without getting tired as fast.."

The rest of her chattering went somewhat deaf to Freya's ears, however. Her focus remained forcefully glued onto the imagination of Ruffnut being the one to touch Hiccup's hair - unrightfully so. She shouldn't have been so bothered by it, but her little sister's words constantly kept ringing in her mind, reminding her of it as if she wasn't thinking on it.

If she were completely honest, it brought a small, unfamiliar, and weird emotion that she didn't understand. 'It's just his hair...what's wrong..?' She tried paying attention to what was being spoken between them both, but couldn't, tapping her leg while they were eating. 'Plus, it's Ruffnut... She knows not to do anything crazy...we're friends..'

More tapping.

'I'm not mad or anything...'

Now she was staring at her food.

'I think I'm overreacting...it was just another prank Ruffnut did..yeah..'

"Fey! Earth to Fey!" Her little sister shouted, snatching Freya out of her internal commotion. "Why are you looking at your food like that? Is it not good?"

'Why am I thinking about this so much..!?' She hastily shook her head, immediately going back to eating. "Nope! It was..uh..just that good! I had to..stare at it for a while.." She hit herself on the inside for saying such a feeble excuse, her shoulders relaxing when Ayla apparently believed her. For a moment, she hoped Hiccup wouldn't see right through her, finally coming to terms with what she might be feeling.

'I am not upset over hair right now. I refuse to let that happen.'

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It appeared as though it were happening.

Eventually, Ayla was attempting to keep her eyes open while they talked - the unsaid signal for her to go to bed, which is what was occurring now. Thankfully, Hiccup being there helped immensely; if it weren't for him, the girl probably would've fallen asleep on the floor.

Freya had a short session of 'alone time' as she took off her younger sister's boots and changed her into suitable night clothing. She had to keep her awake in order to get the paint off her face, but other than that, everything went smoothly. Everything except her thoughts.

Trudging down the steps, she aimed to appear as if she wasn't a bit irritated. "Alright, Ayla's tucked in... Thank you for helping..again." She suppressed a sigh, wanting Blaze, who was resting on the roof, to take away whatever she was feeling. He could make her forget those types of things, even if it was for a couple of minutes.

She didn't like it in the slightest. Freya didn't desire to have the form of someone...controlling, or easily jealous. So, she absentmindedly brushed through her hair, only to remember it was fully braided...with flowers. "Geez...this is gonna be more difficult than last time to get out.."

She was hesitant to ask at first, glancing towards the fireplace as her question came in a mumble: "...Can you, uh...get these flowers out again..please..?"

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if Sven outdid Gobber by dancing with the official Snoggletog Sheep! But, that might not happen until tomorrow..."

Giving her a playful look, he asked, "Cheesy, huh? Well, I don't appear to be too cheesy for you now, do I?" Smiling widely, he took her hand, spinning her to the music, catching her other hand after she made a full turn.

Sticking close by her side, he watched the others dance. Hearing her answer, he turned towards her, slight disbelief on his face. "Are you sure about that? Because you were dancing really well. Better than half of those guys out there, at least."

Smiling, he answered, "Great! Dad is around here somewhere, but he always stays until the festivities end. The three of us should have the place to ourselves!"

As Ayla painted Gobber's face, Hiccup filled a basket with enough food for the three of them, plus some fish for their dragons in a separate one, given their fish were raw.

Every so often he'd glance at his girlfriend with a warm smile. He had a feeling this would be the best Snoggletog he's celebrated yet.

Wrapping his arms around Ayla, he showed her the basket full of their dinner after pulling away. Clasping Freya's hand in his, the three headed towards the Haddock hut.

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Based on how tired Ayla was, Hiccup knew they wouldn't be able to stay long, but he was glad they came all the same.

When Ayla revealed that she saw Hiccup's brief interaction with Ruffnut, the future chief froze, his apple falling from his hand. Toothless quickly gobbled up the apple before Hiccup even realized he'd dropped it.

As she repeated it yet again, he shuddered at the memory. Ruffnut was a friend, sure, but he never liked how she could sometimes get so close. He didn't know if she just liked to see him squirm or didn't realize that it made him uncomfortable.

Given that he always visibly showed discomfort, he assumed she just liked to see him squirm.

The younger Leif sister mentioning dragons brought Hiccup back to the present, giving halfhearted responses as he tried to finish his meal. It took him a few moments to notice Freya seeming a little off as well.

Looking at her with some concern, he didn't quite believe her excuse, but chose not to press for answers.

After all, he had a feeling that the reason why she had clammed up had something to do with him.

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Hiccup carried a sleeping Ayla home as he walked beside Freya. Toothless surprisingly stayed back, the dragon snoring happily by the fire back in the Haddock hut.

He paced downstairs as Freya helped her sister get into bed, wondering when he should give his girlfriend her Snoggletog gift.

He probably should have given Ayla hers first, but it would have to wait until morning.

Greeting Freya as she came back downstairs, he gave a small wave hello before pausing, running his hand through his hair instead. "Oh, it's uh, it's no problem. I don't mind... helping, that is. Like I said before, she's, she's kind of like the sister I never had!" Was he rambling? He must be rambling...

Looking back at her, he gave a delayed nod, gesturing for her to sit in a nearby chair.

Once she was situated, he got to work, disentangling the flowers starting at the top of her head and would work his way down her braid from there.

"So...think she'll be up early tomorrow morning still? Or do you think she might sleep in a bit?" Why was he asking this?

He didn't usually feel the need to fill silence with conversation, but something was off... something had been off since dinner, since Ayla mentioned--

His fingers froze as the realization hit him.

Was...was Freya upset? About Ruffnut? Surely she'd tell him, wouldn't she?

Resuming work on getting the flowers out, he realized that she may not actually tell him, not yet, at least. Still, it felt like it was weighing heavily on them...almost tangible, really.

"A-about what Ayla said, about...about Ruffnut...I don't know why she does things like that, but I'll have a talk with her, make sure she knows I don't like it when she does that...and get her to stop."

Now that he had a girlfriend, Ruffnut should understand that she couldn't do those things anymore. Not that Hiccup ever told her she could, but she, like her brother, had a tendency to only hear what she wanted to hear.

These flowers, he found, were a little easier to get out than last time. Moving to sit next to her, he continued down her braid, removing the flowers gently and making sure to not tug her black strands.

"I have to say, it felt good to get out there again. I haven't joined in on the Snoggletog dance since...well, it's been a while..."

[nerdyenby]

Blue time :D I’m watching Shelby

Thank you Shelby!! Hair is normal and it’s so weird that society tries to make afab people feel bad for how their body naturally exists

Shelby talking about needing a reminder to take her vitamin D when I’ve been out of mine for over a week now 👀

STARLORD!!!! Oh my gosh, I just remembered I’m seeing gotg3 this weekend

Blue’s skins for this event are so cute I could freaking explode

When will my husband (buildmart) return from the war (hiatus)???

MCC is about the vibes first and foremost, if you’re not in it for a good time then why are you here lmao??

Wait when was there a 3-player team???

Shelby’s chat is so silly and for what (me not knowing who that was either)

Yeah no, they do sound alike, I didn’t think they did but ummm yeah

I too forget meltdown exists lol

“I didn’t vote, oh my gosh, I’m a bad ciziten” I can’t believe you Dave, smh

Grid Runners

A bit rough but it was such a smooth grid runners overall

They did so good on the Minecraft one!!!

Dave trying to craft a daylight sensor with their minecraft in Spanish 😭

I feel like this is a good sot team, why do they want it so early??

Parkour Warrior

This team is so chill until Shelby just starts screaming lol

“I can’t do that one- that’s not even parkour, that’s like mind games and I have a small brain” Dave 😂

“You got 30 seconds, no pressure” I love False

“I played so bad, how is that number one?? These guys honestly need to step up, I played horribly” we stan a humble/self-deprecating king

Dave calling out Fruit’s hypocrisy, as he should!!

Did I know Shelby has adhd? I’m not sure if I did tbh, we’re literally the same person tho

That fox dissociated into the afterlife, same dude

Sands of Time

Dave sandkeeper arc my beloved

Dave’s saying all the right things, be more confident, man

Why didn’t Shelby get that sand??

“I’m coming for you, sir” Dave what is that voice????

Why are they so flustered?? This team has experience and are all strong sot-ers, they just need someone to take charge

Shelby you need to rush red vault, everyone else is busy, you got this queen

Fruit praying to the timer and giving the gold key as an offering 😂

Trust yourself Shelby, you had it, you just need to believe in yourself

“I like [sandkeeping] because all I have to do is talk the whole time which is… what I do anyways” Dave my beloved

Ace Race

*Giving Shelby all my asexuality* “now have him home by 8”

REAL!! Ace race is so hard to commentate

Tridents broken, real and true

Purple is stacked, fear them

Identity theft?? In my minecraft tournament???? /j

Halftime show my beloved

Meltdown

The most polite power negotiation in history

They are merely cruising

It’s the bare minimum but people actually using both sets of pronouns for Ranboo means way too much to me as a fellow he/they

NOOOO

That was such a tragic way to go :((

Dave popping off!! As she should!!!

It’s easy for them!!!

Dave going absolutely insane and Fruit just sounding so concerned 😂

“This is my game, baby!!” YEAH IT IS!!!

“Dave you’re so insane!!” “I don’t know what I’m on today, I’m just three beers deep” “I like it! Wait, beers?” “Who said that? Not me” I swear I could hear the 👀 in Dave’s voice

Blue 2nd and Dave 2nd individual!!!

Battle Box

I’m so ready for them to pop off

Oh that first round was so smooth!!!

“They’re a piñata” IM WHEEZING

Aimsey and Shelby screaming their love for each other my beloved

“I kinda love this map” “Yeah, I could see how people could hate this map” real

“Our comms make no sense but they work” seriously, they’re killing it!!

Dave is such a good igl, I’m glad they’re leaning into it :))

Good calls on better comms False :)

“Ori” 😭😭😭

That’s was sooooo close against cyan, my goodness

Gosh this event was SO close

Sky Battle

“Mr. Fruit ridge over here” the temptation to make a gay joke is nearing max capacity

“I was reviewing the map ‘cause I’m a dork” I love her, you don’t understand, Dave Krtzy my beloved

False advocating for hermit on hermit violence, as she should lol

Dave popping off!! He’s insane!!!

“Alright, new plan for me: not miss the jump” I love you False

Shelby’s death was so sad what

That second round territory battle was so tense, sad how much it threw them off though

Good eyes and good comms, rip to lime but blue handled that sneak attack like absolute champs

Fruit popping off???? Not unexpected by any means, but it was so chaotic and he was just running around like ‘mhm yep and dead’ what a king

Dave and Fruit holding hands, real

Dave only has banger opinions, MCC is about the silly goofy first and foremost

Not the AirPods 😭😭😭

Hole in the Wall

“Whatever happens, we did great” “Whatever happens, I love you guys” what is this, the finale battle to defeat the Firelord???? /lh I love them

They’re too in the zone to do meaningless things like so called ‘bodily functions’

Oh the way Shelby went out was so tragic, she bounced and slipped all the way off the edge ;-;

“Purple! No- I wish I never said that, I’m shutting up” Shelby 😭

NOOOOOO why does Shelby always go out in the saddest ways

“We did our best” real and true!!

Dave s-tier real and true!!! If you disagree you hate nonbinary people /j

Dodgebolt

I think they’re getting confused on who’s saying “purple” vs “Purpled” lol

“This is what [All Stars] should’ve been” Shelby spitting absolute facts

Gumi insane!!!

False changing sides just as her new pick loses rip

Ah yes, reverse psychology on reality as we know it

“I have faith in Purpled, which probably means he’s gonna miss these… yep”

GGs, great team, great time

[enriquemarrero]

He shrugged at her a bit, a smile forming on his lips, "I've been called worse." He teased, though in reality he didn't mind being called a dork, at least not by her. He had plenty of friends and he was always a happy go lucky guy, but with Alina things were different. Ever since they studied together for that French class, he knew he wanted Alina in his life somehow. At the time he only saw her as a friend, someone who knew French way more than he did and could help him. Then as time went on, he considered her to be one of his closets friends. And now, sitting in the nurse's office at the camp in town, he felt something different. "If you blind me then what? Would you be my seeing eye friend? Help me teach science to the youth of Kismet?" He ragged on her, gently kicking her foot towards her. "We're talking about me here. Probably the least toughest dude at this camp." He didn't mind being the gentile kind of guy, his mother raised him that way. "So what you're saying is that you'd hold my hand if I asked?" There goes that flirting again, something he normally didn't feel so comfortable with, but with Alina it was easy. Pouting he then thought about teaching someone else to pitch, "maybe. But if I get hurt I'll just have an excuse to come back here to see you." He looked at her, and without even thinking he asked, "though maybe we don't have to wait until I get hurt again to see you." Looking down at the floor for a moment, he asked, "how would you feel about hanging out tonight? Like after camp ends and we just, I don't know, like meet on the field and just hang?" @alinaceyhan

Alina watched as Ricky huffed and turned from her; laughing a little as he peeked over his shoulder at her. "You're such a dork." She nudged him again. She always found herself being in so much joy around him and felt like laughing over the smallest things. Finally, her cheeks calmed down and the blush went away and her eyes fell on him again; having the blush return quick as he said again that she looked good. "I'm going to blind you with this thing if you don't stop." She teased him with the flashlight. "Hey, I think it's tough. You're risking yourself teaching kids how to play baseball. That's definitely tough." The nurse argued with him before playfully rolling her eyes. "You want me to go with to hold your hand?" The words made her heart skip a beat just thinking about holding his hand. "You may need to bring that up with the boss. So far, I think you'll be the one still doing it unless you teach someone how to pitch. Maybe a counselor." @enriquemarrero

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Come Down In Time

From Control - Full Story in Progress on AO3!

Ghost x Shadow!Reader There's something about you that Ghost just can't seem to figure out, and it's driving him crazy. Or basically, Ghost has a crush and he doesn't know what to do about it, so he tries to fight his feelings.

TW - Non-graphic mentions of throwing up (nothing crazy) Tags: Slow burn, Angst, Touch-starved!Ghost, Soft!reader, Fluff, Teasing, Flirting, Innocent intimacy, sweet moments, kinda sad Ghost Word Count: 5.6k

Masterlist

Can be read like a one-shot

Author's Note: I feel like if Ghost started to like someone, he wouldn't know what to do about it. This is from his POV. I hope it's not too cringe. Sorry it's longer and slow~ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

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Part III - Come Down In Time

You talk a lot. 

The chatty ones usually got on Ghost's nerves, as it was mostly empty bluster and nonsense. Especially in regards to him. The man can only hear the same kinds of questions for so long.

People always want to know the most surface level things about him -- why he wears his masks, why he’s so quiet, what crawled up his ass and died? Ghost used to have a few creative responses for that, but after a while he’s grown less inspired to do so. 

Only you never asked the normal questions he was used to hearing about. Not really. Those thoughts never seemed to occur to you. You didn’t seem to care. 

Your questions were little ones. Ones he wasn’t used to thinking about, let alone sharing. They reminded him of the kinds of things a civilian would ask. Innocent. Not like how the other soldiers spoke at all.

And when you speak to him, you weren’t talking to his rank or reputation; you don't let that front of his distract you. You speak directly to him. The man behind his mask. A shadow of himself that you act as though you see clear as day.

And it didn’t seem to matter how many questions he dodged, or how blunt and aloof he behaved. You just continued to be there, asking away. Seemingly for no reason. Though Ghost was not naïve nor fool enough to believe this could just be a whim for you. He’s not an idiot, and neither are you.

You pick your words carefully. It might take you a second or two to come up with a response -- whenever it isn’t just on the fly -- but your words are not often spoken without some thought to them. Even your most honest moments only seem to be a small piece to an otherwise elaborate puzzle.

It unnerved Ghost the way he caught himself picking you apart. How he had begun to do so without even noticing. You and Soap both could talk a dog off a meat truck if given the opportunity, he’s come to learn. It should annoy him how casual you two were with him. It should.

It’s only made Ghost realize how long it’s been since there’ve been people around to feel this way about.

There was a passing thought he had, as he watched you in the passenger’s seat of the car. Some deep seeded memory which bubbled in his mind. Old and covered in dust. It’s there only for a brief second, but just long enough to nag at the man for the rest of the drive back to the barracks.

If only he could put his finger on it.

“I’ve got another!” 

You clap your hands in excitement, as a sloppy smile grows on your face. You must’ve had the entire bar after he’d stepped out for a smoke, judging from how drunk you still were. Ghost hadn’t even been that long; he thought so at least. 

Despite your enthusiasm to share another joke, for some odd reason you don’t speak until he gives you a response. Ghost almost didn’t, had he not noticed after glancing over. The way you were just waiting there like some lost, playful puppy had him reeling a bit. You even batted your eyelashes at him. 

You were just the strangest thing. 

“Well, don't get shy now,” he says.

“Why don’t dinosaurs talk?”

“Why?”

“Because they’re dead.” You laugh at your own joke. 

Seems you’re a dork as well.

Your laughter had an enticing pull to it though. Like a warm, open door, it beckons a look-see. 

Ghost wouldn’t admit it -- he hardly believes it himself -- but he likes the way your voice sounds. Don't ask him why though; he's been racking over that question all evening. Your voice just seems to draw him in rather subliminally, as though you were slowly putting a spell on him. 

You weren’t afraid to laugh or talk when no one asked, seemingly living life by the breeze. Only when he looked in your eyes, Ghost saw something else in them, behind the optimism and confidence. Something familiar. And it absolutely drives the man mad trying to figure out what that look could be.

You drum your hands on your lap bashfully, looking out your window again. "Not my best joke."

“We can’t both be funny,” he says.

“Gee thanks.”

The car falls into a sudden silence after your comment. Ghost finds a place in it, spacing out with his driving. Eventually he goes into auto-pilot, the passing of each streetlight blending with the next. 

You didn’t look like you wanted to cry anymore, which must be a good sign. Ghost watched you fight to hide it since you left the bar; a real battle with yourself from the looks of it. He’s not sure what brought these tears out, but he had a few ideas. If you wouldn’t mention it though, then he wouldn’t either. 

He never did enjoy watching others cry, especially those who don't deserve to. He can't help but feel a little uncomfortable around it too, never being quite good in these kinds of situations. But somehow, he's managed to help you, if not serve as a viable distraction. 

You awkwardly hum to yourself, shuffling in your seat a bit. The silence must bother you from how you squirm about and play with strands of your hair. Modestly. Ghost couldn't quite understand what it was that made you so awkward around him.

At first, he assumed you were just intimidated by his appearance, like most are. His looks alone have done enough wonders keeping the riffraff away thus far. Yet here you sit beside him. You’ve sat beside him all night. Looking at him as openly as any other man.

When Ghost saw you didn't care about his looks, he then thought it was his attitude which made you so strange with him. But you come back around even then, with that same little smile.

You just seemed to be OK with him.

It’s difficult for Ghost to pinpoint what it was about you which turned his attention so easily. He wouldn’t normally give anyone a second thought outside of their working relationship. He saw no need to. It’s not like people didn’t come and go in his life, enough to where it’s gotten easy to not bother and keep everything at proper distance. 

Yet with you around, Ghost felt different. He almost couldn’t help himself.

The fact that you even convinced him to come out tonight was something to be noted. It had just been that look on your face when you offered to drive him. All rain-soaked and chattery teeth, trying to keep up some front that you could endure the wet, cold conditions with him. You stuck around to the bitter end of it, like you really wanted him to be there tonight.

You had looked so excited when he finally agreed to, too.

“I don’t know how you can drive around with no music on,” you suddenly comment. 

Ghost watches you lean over and turn the radio up, as some commercial sounding pop music begins to play. You frown in a similar fashion to how he felt hearing it be turned on. Your fingers then flip through the stations daintily, twisting and pressing all sorts of knobs and buttons like a sound coordinator. A playful smile grows suddenly, as your eyes search his again.

“Any preferences?”

Clever girl. Ghost hasn’t forgotten how much you’ve seemed interested in knowing what he likes to listen to. At this point, he figured he’d keep the game going. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Damn,” you pout. “I thought that would work.”

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

What was it this reminds him of? Was this a memory? An old feeling? It stirs a storm in Ghost, something fierce. Like a song in the back of his mind he couldn’t remember the lyrics to. There’s a melody there, but it's all mixed up and far away. It grates at him.

Don't get used to this, he tells himself. Don't start now.

Ghost watches ahead, eyeing every pedestrian and car that passes by his headlights. Dissecting his own thoughts. Trying to get this damn nagging feeling to either show itself or bugger off. When he tries to think more deeply of it, somehow his mind always manages to come wandering back to you.

Suddenly, he has a clear picture in his mind of you again. Just as you are, just as he’s seen you thus far. Canary: The way your eyes bounce about, how your lips move when you talk or smile, the small cut above your brow from your last mission, that just doesn't seem to concern you in the slightest. 

Every hour he'd find something new to see, piecing in this puzzle of you in his head.

You change the station to something softer -- some acoustic song that blends nicely with the rest of the noise around him. Ghost finds it easier to concentrate. When he looks over at you, you’ve settled a bit, perhaps a little more nauseous in the face, but settled. Seems the music was all you needed.

You sing beneath your breath to the song on the radio. You're drunk enough to do it, but not so much to do so loudly, as you try and blend in with the singer’s voice, almost to hide it from him. Ghost picks up on your tune however. Your voice is distinctive.

He quietly listens to you sing for the rest of the drive home. 

He almost forgets the radio is even on.

...

Ghost parks the car in the barrack parking lot. Without much thought, he steps out and makes his way around to open the door for you. By the time he’s done all of this, you haven’t even unbuckled your seatbelt yet. This makes him rather impatiently lean over and unbuckle it for you.

As he leans in to do so, he feels the warmth radiating from your body, along with your eyes, which sit on him like the beating sun. Your breath catches in your throat, as you move your arms out of the way so he can help you.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you joke.

Ghost doesn’t reply (though he rolls his eyes), merely watching as you swayed in your feet once you stepped out, seconds away from wobbling over drunkenly. He takes hold of your arm before you can tip over however. You then stubbornly -- and feebly -- shake him off you, straightening yourself up.

“I got this,” you casually assure him.

“We’ll see.”

You two walk back to the barracks together, no words to say. Only for a moment. 

“Mmm,” you begin to hum beside him.

“What?”

“The moon’s out,” you say.

Ghost looks up above himself. Indeed, the moon is out. You really are just some stray puppy he’s accidentally picked up, aren’t you? 

Feels like it’s been raining all night before now; only a few hours ago was he swimming in a pool of rain trying to fix his damn truck. He’d probably just be up in his room right about now if you hadn’t convinced him to come out tonight.

Now the moon hangs above your heads, as full and far away as the night before, the stars peeking out between the dark clouds that were just beginning to break apart. When his eyes drop back down to you however, he almost makes a double take. 

The view above only seems to pale in comparison.

Your head is cocked back, observing the sky above you with a drunken, childlike wonder. Your cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, and the moon truly seems to fascinate you. You smile to yourself, big eyes skimming the clouds. Moonlight shines off your skin like a soft, luminescent glow; making you appear almost otherworldly. It’s enough to make a man lose track of his own thoughts. 

That distant, unfamiliar feeling nagged at him some more.

“Observant as always, Canary.” 

Ghost retook your arm when he saw you slip up one of the steps to the barracks entrance. You grab hold of him instinctively, your slender fingers gripping to the fabric of his hoodie. Your hands can barely fit around his bicep, your grip a lot more secure and gentle than he would have expected. It almost makes him not mind that you’re holding onto him so closely.

He hesitates to remove his hand from your arm once you've reached the top of the steps, debating whether or not you’ll need the help. You make the decision for Ghost, gently prying yourself from his grip.

“It’s Y/N,” you say. “Call me Y/N.”

You look up at Ghost, who looks down at you, standing only about a foot away. He smells your perfume, even in the cold air, watching your breath fog above you towards the night sky. It makes the man tense up.

Y/N . He plays it back in his mind. Fitting.

“I’ll think about it.”

The place is quiet; by now you’re sure it’s nearly one in the morning. The soldier they had on CQ was passed out in his chair, though he would not have cared that you two were arriving so late regardless. You managed to make it to your door without needing any more help from Ghost however. Only just.

You clumsily dig into your pocket for your keys, before they jump from your fingers and clatter onto the floor. You then start to bend over to retrieve them, only to overestimate your stability and wobble forward. Ghost catches your arm just in time, hoisting you back up to your feet, as he picks your keys up for you.

The whole motion of this makes you suddenly nauseous, your stomach stirring and slurring and threatening to bubble in your throat at any moment. You begin to taste that acidic taste in your mouth, as you're now focusing on swallowing it down.

“Which key?” Ghost asks. You turn to him and point to a golden, round key. He unceremoniously unlocks and opens the door for you, though he doesn’t go away just yet. “You straight from here?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You begin to nod, but suddenly your legs start to buckle. You make a worried expression like you were about to be sick. Without saying anything, Ghost invites himself inside and ushers you to the bathroom. He swiftly lowers you to your toilet, lifting the seat for you as he seats himself at the edge of the tub beside you.

You didn’t need much else of an excuse to start letting out everything you’d had to drink tonight. You hug the toilet bowl in your arms, letting the sound of your own retching echo in your ears as you groan after every outburst.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost comments. He instinctively pats your back, roughly, trying to help you out. “Have a few less in the future next time, yeah?”

You respond with a resounding groan, lifting a hand to give him a thumbs up, before letting more of yourself go. He’s sure you’ll feel less drunk once you’re done. It should help.

Ghost stops patting your back at some point, though his hand lingers. Unconsciously. When he finally notices the way the warmth of your back makes his hand tingle, he removes it, resting them back in his lap and looking off into the room.

This bathroom is dark, as the whites of the walls made the room feel cold. There comes this moment after midnight where the silence surrounding you feels just a little more trance-like, as though your consciousness teetered between thoughts and reality. Ghost experienced this the longer he sat by you.

He’s been here before, hasn’t he? Back home, long ago. With someone else. Back before… 

Old names with dead faces, long buried someplace deep in him slowly began to surface. Faces he’d rather not think of.

Is that the feeling which nags at him? 

What was it about you which felt so… forgotten…

…And why did it unsettled him so much?

Ghost stands up from the tub. He’s let this go on long enough.

“I should go.”

You look up at him from the toilet bowl. Your eyes are more sullen now. “Oh,” you say it with such disappointment, before clearing your throat and looking away. “OK. I understand. I uh… I’m sorry for tonight…”

“Enough already,” he says. “Weren’t like you forced me to be here.”

“True,” you stand yourself up from off the floor. “Less I forget I had to bribe you earlier to even come out at all…”

"Exactly."

You quickly make your way over to the sink to make use of your toothbrush. As you did so, Ghost remained in the bathroom with you, looming a few feet away.

He hasn’t gotten used to looking down to see you yet. He keeps forgetting how tiny you are. At least compared to himself.

Your appearance and physique alone were rather opposite to what he was used to. Had you two not worked together he would never have thought you were a soldier, let alone a mercenary. He supposes not everyone has that look. You certainly didn’t need it to be here either.

From where Ghost stands behind you, watching you brush your teeth, he sees the way your spine curves. How your legs extend to the floor, as well as their shape. You give your back to him rather vulnerably. What has he done to garner such trust?

When you finish, you look up to see Ghost still lingering by. Despite stating he’d be leaving, he hasn’t gotten around to it yet. 

You grow quiet, trying to make sense of him through his mask again. Searching endlessly. Your expression drops, and your eyes glint with melancholy. As though you’d just made a foul discovery in him. 

Ghost hides it, but it catches him off guard to see the shift in your demeanor. Because that’s a look he’s more familiar with. Did you finally see something you didn’t like in him? Have you finally come to your senses?

And why did he suddenly care to know?

Ghost knows the smart thing to do would be to leave it. But that other part of himself, the part which nags at him even now, had a different idea. One which felt more natural to do.

“Have I got somethin’ on my face?” A joke.

It’s the sound your voice makes when you giggle which has him feeling like a fool. It shouldn’t have moved him like it did.

“No,” you say. “Just taking in the view.”

“Must be a nice one.”

“It is."

Ghost nearly chuckles.

You're a flirt. He’s met his fair share before, but none quite as consistent as you. You've casually flirted with him since you two met, as you have with everyone he’s seen thus far; meaning he’s no one special. Though you’re a natural at making your words feel good. 

“You play too much, Canary,” warned Ghost.

“I thought I told you to call me Y/N,” you tease back. Though your voice is still a little slurred and playful, you're being serious. “Have you forgotten already?”

“No,” he says. “I haven’t forgotten.”

The room grows still, and for a moment it feels as though time no longer exists -- the two of you stuck in some midnight plane of existence. 

You observe him as intensely as he does you. The more you two stare, the more he's about to pick a new detail out from you to think about. Another qualm.

You have kind eyes.

When Ghost met you, that’s the first thing that caught his attention. How your eyes are so full of life and wonder. Gentle. Inviting. Human. And completely wrapped up in him. 

You want to see him. You want to know him. Your kindness is like a hidden syringe, embedded in his veins somewhere before now, slowly injecting him. You pull the feelings from his chasm of a mind so easily. 

Your kindness infuriates him. 

Something else nags stills.

Ghost eyes shift to the mirror behind you. He sees a giant shadow. Himself. He could take one step closer to you and watch that “kindness” you've built for him crumble like the weak foundation it was based on. Witness all your hard work fall to ruin. Just as he’s willfully done before to countless others. 

Since when has he been deserving of such kindness anyway? Who gave you that notion? What a cruelty it was, how easy it creeps up on him so uninvitedly. If only you knew what you toyed with. You wouldn’t bother with the likes of him if you did, he’s decided.

If only you truly saw.

“Are you tired, lieutenant?"

Ghost pauses. Your big eyes gaze up at him, genuinely curious to hear his answer. Had you not said another word, he may have stood there all night. 

At first his mind hears the word "tired" and takes it personally. Yes he was tired. He’s been tired his whole fucking life. But then he realized what you meant by tired, and quickly settled down.

"Not necessarily," he says. Truth be told, he felt wide awake. He knows he probably wouldn’t have gotten any sleep tonight as it was. The nightmares have gotten bad again, worse than normal lately, though he hasn’t shared that with anyone. The last thing he wants is another evaluation. "Why?"

You grow shy suddenly. Words hang in your mouth but you hesitate to let them out. And Ghost holds his breath, waiting to hear you speak.

"Do you have to go so soon?" 

He was afraid of this happening. Ghost had an inkling that you would ask him to stay. Would he have the strength to tell you no? He needed to. He shouldn’t even be thinking in any other way to begin with.

“It’s for the best,” he says robotically.

“Why?”

Bloody hell. “It just is,” he says, a little more irritated now. “Why ask?”

“I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Don't do this. Ghost can’t help but cross his arms, hugging them to his chest as he huffed to himself. "Weren’t you havin' a shit night a second ago?"

"I'm not anymore."

"I won’t make it much better."

You laugh now. "I'd beg to differ."

You just don't know when to quit, do you? You're so careless with how you speak to Ghost, not taking a moment to think of how much your words coaxed something dark in him. Something buried. It screams for you to leave it.

Ghost never lets off that your words have any effect on him. He’s mastered his poker face. The mask helps. “You give me too much credit.”

“You say that like you don't deserve it.”

“I don't," he takes a step closer to you now, towering over you. Subtly warning you.  "Don’t act as though you know me. I already told you, you don't.”

He's right. You don't know him. No one knows him, or the hardships he's had to face, the people he's failed and lost… all the sacrifices he's had to make of himself just to survive. You only know a shell of himself. A mask.

The only ones who knew Ghost are dead ones; he didn't need more faces to join that crowd. He didn't need more fuel for the fire.

But you’re so Goddamn stubborn. You remain leaning against the sink, your gaze unwavering from his, arms crossed. Why do you look at him with such ease, even now?

“I don’t care,” you say. 

You push yourself from the sink, approaching him closer, until you're only about a foot away again. Ghost doesn’t flinch. He makes no movement at all, merely keeping you in his sights. The air in the room starts to grow heavier.

Somehow you still smell of perfume and cold rain. It slowly takes over his senses, like some sort of pheromone.

“You should care,” he says.

“I wish I could know you more,” you continue, your smile only growing brighter. You’ve truly convinced yourself now. "You're quite the character."

Ghost finally breaks his gaze from you, looking off to the side. “There’s nothin’ about me worth knowin’.”

“That’s simply not true,” you tell him. “I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

You don’t know what you’re talking about, Ghost tells himself. You think you do, but you don’t.

Whatever it was you were trying to do -- this getting to know him, trying to read him, or bond with him -- it needed to stop. It wasn’t necessary, and it wouldn’t do either of you any favors in the future going down this path.

He’s not just some book you can read through and understand, even if you two had a sit down and went through it word by word. Page by page. Trauma by trauma. What you see of him is some idea you’ve created, a bubble needing to be burst.

He begins again. Don't get comfortable.

“And what is it you know?” he challenges you harshly.

To his shock and dismay, you bring your hand up and begin going over a list with him.

“I know you care a lot more than you let on," you say. "I also know you’re funny. You’re good at what you do, and I know that you’re smart.”

You pause and start to think more about the man in front of you, gathering up everything you’ve managed to put together in such a short amount of time. In this silence, Ghost longs for you to stop.

End this while it was fun. 

You then say, “I know that you were my favorite part about tonight.”

The man stands there, processing all your words. Is that what you think of him? “You’re still drunk.”

"You’re avoiding my eyes,” you taunt.

He's had enough of this.

As if to protest your words, Ghost rips his gaze back to you, and you see a fire burn in his dark eyes, piercing straight through you. They tell you to get back. If he could scare you away with one look, he’d let it be and forget this exchange ever happened. 

But you’ve seen all sorts of eyes in your lifetime, and Ghost’s did anything but scare you.

You’re unmoved by his cold gaze. Unflinching as you had been when he’d first met you. Trying to find some home for him in your mind even now. It makes Ghost frown beneath his mask.

But even now, you still find some reason to smile at him. Ghost sees himself wrapped in your irises, absorbed by his presence, happy to have his eye again. "That's better."

Ghost's cold gaze wavers. He doesn't know what to say.

You stand so close to him now, if either of you extended your arms you could brush one another. There’s nothing he'd want more than to see how you might feel in his arms. How easily he could hold you. Touch you. He feels a few more starved heartbeats away from acting out on these impulses.

Ghost can only wonder what runs through your mind right now.

That nagging feeling just won’t go away.

Would he have to beg you to leave this where it is?

"I can't stay,” Ghost says again, quieter this time, his voice so low it sings in this empty room.

You hear Ghost's words, and really take in the emotions in his eyes this time. Your expression softens and you give the man a reassuring smile. You push no further. 

Your acceptance shames him.

You say to him, "OK."

Somehow it doesn’t make him feel any better.

Ghost walks you out of your bathroom, shutting the lights off and closing the door for you, as the man watches you make your way over to the front entrance. The fairy lights you have decorating your window make the lighting a deep shade of purple, only offset by the streetlights that peaked from your curtains. It makes your room feel like a figment of his imagination at first.

Ghost pauses at your door, turning to face you a final time. You keep some distance from him.

“Hey um… before you go.” You take another step closer; each time you’ve stood by him you’ve found some way to be nearer. “I just wanted to say thank you. You didn’t have to come out with us tonight, or drive me home and deal with my bullshit, but you did, and… I really do appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

You show him too much kindness. You stand there, looking up at him, with your sweet words and sweet scent. Standing so close to him. Too close.

“Well I am,” you say. “Tonight wasn’t really what I wanted, but... I mean it when I say you definitely were the highlight.”

You present your hand out, inviting him to shake it. “I hope you have a good night, lieutenant.”

Ghost looks down at your hand, feeling his heart catch in his chest. After some thought, he decides to return the handshake. His large hand engulfs yours, and though the coldness of his skin is so sharp it sends goosebumps up your arm, your hand remains in his.

"Likewise," Ghost says.

Seconds pass, and your hands remain together. Touching you, touching him. You're as warm as your personality, your touch soft and delicate in his, as your thumb gently brushes his battered knuckles and rough skin, ignoring all its imperfections.

Do you have to go so soon ?

When you start to pull your hand away, Ghost's grip tightens, keeping your hand in his. The dumbest thing he could possibly have done. You bring your eyes to his, your expression caught off guard, and he sees it in you finally -- that want to not be alone. The want to be closer. The longing to be near someone real.

It's the nagging, familiar feeling in your eyes he's seen all along. A shared want to be human for a moment.

You use the grip he has on your hand as an excuse to pull yourself near. Your other arm extends towards him, weaving beneath his arm and around his waist. You rest your head against his chest and close your eyes. With your ear to him, you listen to his heart race, and settle more against him. An innocent embrace. 

Suddenly you felt as a giant, and he so meager.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your touch frightened him, from how reserved he behaved. But you hug him like you’ve wanted to this whole time, smelling the outside on him, feeling the dry rain against your skin. 

Ghost hasn't hugged you back yet, becoming somewhat of a passive observer, soaking in every sensation. How long has it been since someone touched him so gently? Since he's allowed someone to? 

And how long has he been unknowingly waiting for someone to? 

Ghost is stiff in your hold, fighting this flexing urge he had to instinctively pull away from you. Each second passes and the touch of your arms settles him, his body finally relaxing against yours. Before long, his arms wrap over your small figure, pressing you deeper into his chest. Like a child clutching a blanket.

Your arms adjust around him, making Ghost feel ashamed by how soothing you felt to hold. These actions feel so foreign.

The man's hold tightens, his chin slowly resting at the crown of your head. He can feel you exhale, the air leaving your body as your face buries itself beneath his arm. Even with both your clothes on, he can feel so much of you pressed against him. Your heat feels like a flame in the dark; long has he spent on this lonely trek freezing.

What more has he been missing?

Your fingers start to clutch at his back tightly, a small whimper leaving your lips, muffled between his arm and chest. Ghost had begun to squeeze you. He doesn’t let go until he feels you squirm a little. Once he realizes however, it immediately embarrasses him.

That shouldn’t have brought that out of him. He should not have allowed himself to do that. He takes a step back, eyes looking between you and the wall behind you. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s scolding his own actions. Damning them. Because now he found himself already missing it.

“Couldn’t breathe there for a second,” you laugh, your voice cutting into his thoughts so effortlessly. Ghost blinks, and in that instance he sees you again. You were absolutely beaming. “That was like a bear hug.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Ghost says to himself. You just happened to be the only other person in the room to hear it too.

You take no mind to his words, chuckling at them in fact. “It’ll be our little secret, lieutenant.”

Simon. He felt himself about to tell you. His name is Simon, the man you speak to. The one you’ve been trying to see all night. Not that you even asked for his name; you never did ask for much from him.

Ghost steps into the empty hallway, feeling all the atmosphere and energy from your room shed off like a dead layer of skin. It won’t take very long for him to adjust back into his old habits, as they do die hard. Though he had a few more things to think about now. Great…

“Oh and Ghost!” you call to him from your doorway. Ghost turns, seeing your head peeking out from your room. “Don't be a stranger.”

Your door shuts, and yet he lingers in the hall a moment longer. Thinking. His head sags in defeat and he finally pries himself away.

...Chapter Eleven Here!

[sunflowerheartsandstarryskies]

The Flirting Dork~Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Author’s Note: Yes I’m a clown who’s in love with the metalhead with a golden heart. I can’t help it, I’m soft. Anyway, I hope this isn’t too OOC but if it is I blame it on my NoUpsideDown!AU, that resides in my head, is that even a thing? A normal AU?

I thought it would be pretty fun if there was a 70’s Show style AU with the Hawkins gang, with a Steve/Jackie thing going on for Eddie and Y/N.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating Eddie for a while now, almost three months and you realized how much of a giant dork he was when you got together.

Word Count: 1.5k

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You never really fit in anywhere at school, but you wanted to. Wanted to find some sense of belonging in high school, but you eventually moved on from that fleeting feeling when you decided to just be content with staying in the background of the drama of high school. 

You noticed that some people loved to be the center of people’s attention whether deserved or not. Eddie Munson was one of them, he seemed to thrive in dramatic speeches and theatrical movements. You always looked forward to looking at him from the cafeteria tables, watching him give a dramatic lament about the tragedy of today’s youths. 

Unsure and shy, you were content on watching from afar and laughing to yourself when he does give in to the dramatics to his friends and surrounding people around him. What you didn’t know was that Eddie noticed you too. How could he not? He thinks you’re cute as hell.

Eddie noticed you looking at him a couple of times at the cafeteria and in your shared classes. At first he thought it was just in his head that you were looking at him, multiple times, but also because you are so cute and hot?? His brain couldn’t come up with a scenario where you would be staring at him like you are, like he’s not a freak. How did he not see you sooner?

One day he noticed you staring at his table again during lunch and this time he finally caught your eyes, which caused you to get flustered and look down at a book you were reading. Eddie grinned, this was his time to make his move, to see if you really do like him. He gets up and his friends all look at him expectantly, maybe for another dramatic speech.

He winks at them and says, “Fear not children, I will be right back. I am on a quest.”

You were currently trying not to die at having been caught staring at Eddie by Eddie. While trying to get back into your book you heard footsteps coming towards along with the noise of metal jingling. You heard someone sit right next to you and heard a rapping on the lunch table as someone was getting your attention. 

“Hello, is it okay if I came over here?” 

You look up and you saw Eddie Munson staring at you with a curious look in his eyes as he stares, and you thought you were gonna die from overheating at his stare. You put your book down as you answered him, “Su-sure, yeah it’s no problem.”

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were staring at me from across the room, and I was just curious why,” he said with a soft smile as he held his head with both arms.

“Only if the fair lady wishes of course,” he makes a motion of backing up from the bench.

“I-know it’s fine, I’m sorry that I was staring at you,” you softly muttered.

He comically spins himself fully on the bench as he looks at you with a goofy grin. 

“Oh there’s no need to apologize, I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson, though you probably already know that.”

“Yeah, I like hearing and seeing you do all those dramatic speeches you do sometimes here,” you gesture around the cafeteria, “I’m Y/N L/N.”

He repeats your name softly and then his eyes widen as he fully registers what you said.

“Wait you like when I go all dramatic and stuff? Even when I do the,” he does a quick devil face at you with his tongue out, “Even that?”

“Yeah even that,” you laugh softly.

He stares at you for a brief moment until he points at your book and asks, “So what reading have I interrupted?”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about this book, I’ve read it about a dozen times already. I-it’s the Hobbit? By Tolkien?” you hesitantly answered. 

His eyes widened and his smile becomes brighter as he asks,“you like Lord of the Rings?” 

“Yeah I do, do you?”

“Hell yes, I run the local cult as you probably heard, the Hellfire Club?” 

“Yeah but it’s just a club right? You play Dungeons and Dragons right?”

He lets out a laugh and claps his hands and he answers, “and you’re not weirded by that? You know the game?”

“Why would I be weirded out? I think it’s cool, I’ve always wanted to play the game and yeah I know it. I’ve always wanted to play a dwarf or an elf like from Tolkien.”

“Well then fair lady, I’ve got some great news, the guys and I are looking for a new person to join our new campaign that’s starting soon. Would you be interested?”

“Yeah that would be fun, but are you? I have almost zero experience in D&D.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I can teach you everything you need to know before the campaign really starts.”

You give him a bright smile as you feel completely at ease with him, and excited at the prospect of finally getting to spend time with him. 

“Yeah I would love that.”

“Cool cool, um would you want to go to our table? So you can meet all the guys?”

“Yeah totally.”

As you followed him back to the table he turned around to face you and collided to his chest.

“Sorry sweetheart, but before we go fully there I want to ask before they start pestering me that you would want to go back to my place? To start teaching you about D&D and stuff,” he rambles. 

“That sounds good, I’d like that.”

The rest, as they say, is history.

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You have been dating Eddie now for three months and you still think fondly of how he approached you wanting to put you at ease and make you laugh. He still does, and you’ve come to realize he’s not so intimidating as you thought. 

The day has finally ended at school and you were finishing putting your things away in the locker. You closed your locker and let out a yelp as you see your boyfriend, Eddie, looking at you with a wide grin on his face.

“Hey Eddie,” you say with a soft smile.

“Huh?” he gasps and throws his hand to his chest and spins around. “The lady doth know my name?”

You let out a laugh and shake his head at his antics but decide to play along, “Oh of course the lady knows about you, Sir Eddie, but one wonders does the sir know the lady’s?” 

His face fully lights up into a bright smile as he bounces his head back and forth walking with you towards his van. 

“Of course I know it Lady (Y/N), and would it be okay if this lowly peasant take you home?”

You let out a snort at that last comment and broke character as you playfully shove his shoulder.

“You dork, we’re dating already,” you said.

He’s fully in front of you with a smirk on his face now and he wiggles his eyebrows as he says, “oh we are? Does the other one know?”

“There is no other one, you’re the only guy for this girl,” you replied with a soft smile lighting your face up. 

“And that makes this guy so very lucky and very happy indeed,” he mutters to you before catching your lips in a soft kiss.

“You know you don’t need to flirt with me?” you remarked as you resumed your walking back to the van. The walk taking longer then needed with both of your theatrics halting your movements every couple steps. 

“Oh but it’s fun to flirt with you especially if you flirt back,” he winks.

You are both finally at the car and before you got in it he stepped in front of you, opens the door behind him and bowed deeply to you as he says, “your chariot awaits m’lady.”

“Why thank you m’lord,” you grinned at him.

As you both got settled in the car you decide to lean in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before buckling seatbelt. He just looked shock at you for a second before grinning and turning on the car. 

“What’s that for?” Eddie asked.

“Oh just for being your charming, cheesy self,” you replied.

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You got out of the car and came over to you as you walked up to his and his uncle’s shared trailer. 

“Hey my hand’s feeling kinda heavy can you hold it?” Eddie said.

You were in a fit of giggles as you reached to grab his hand and said, “that is not how the saying but only for you, dork.”

“Aha but my flirting worked regardless though,” he stated.

“Of course only because it’s you.”

“I’m thrilled darling.”

As you rested fully with Eddie on his bed he turns to you and wiggles his eyebrows at you much like he did the first day he talked to you as he says, “hey there your lips looks lonely, mind if mine keep them company?”

“You’re an absolute dork,” you reply as you pull him on top of him to kiss him.

“Oh yes, but I’m your dork,” Eddie said smiling against your lips.

You hummed in agreement as you pulled him back in for a deeper kiss.

‘Yeah, your dork,’ you thought to yourself lovingly.

[goddessofmischief]

i know it's not halloween anymore but i can totally see trevor taking phoebe trick r treating best brother of the year

Trick or Treat - Trevor Spengler x Reader

...

Trevor had hoped this could be a normal day.

Well, as normal as Halloween could be - he and you would dress up in stupid costumes, go to a stupid Halloween party, and then go for a totally not-stupid drive in the Ectomobile, just the two of you.

That is... before his mother insisted Phoebe come along.

“Oh, my God,” Trevor muttered, checking his texts. “My sister’s coming with us.”

“Awesome,” you said, cheerfully, and he glared at you.

“Yeah. So awesome.”

You eyed Trevor, skeptically.

“Hold up. When you call Pheobe a loser, and tell her she’s a nerd and if they wrote a book about her it’d be called ‘Are you there, God? It’s me, Dorkaret,’ you’re just joking, right? ‘Cause... I’m really close with my family. So, if all that mean stuff was for real and you didn’t have a good relationship with your sister... that’d be a deal breaker for me.”

“Duh,” Trevor said, quickly, wrapping his arm around you. “Obviously, yeah, I’m... totally joking. It’s a good thing you get my comedy, ‘cause, if you didn’t... that’d be a deal breaker for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to text my sis. God, I... love her... so much.”

...

"Trick or treat!” Phoebe boomed, grinning at you as you opened your door to her and an unsmiling Trevor.

Oh, Trevor. Even you had to admit that the eldest Spengler could be... well... a bit miserable. Awkwardly so. He seemed to hate everything.

Well. Almost everything.

“The Spenglers!” you cheered, throwing your arms around him. He kissed you, shyly, and for once, he didn’t glare at Phoebe just for being there.

Instead, when the two of you had ended your embrace, he reached for Phoebe, attempting to play the part of the kind, sweet big brother-

And kissed her, sweetly, on the top of her head.

That was the moment Phoebe Spengler knew something was up, but she waited until you were out of earshot to pull him aside.

“All right, Trevor, what is going on?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Oh, please!”

“Look, there's nothing going on! The thing is, maybe it's you going into junior high, maybe it's you getting your braces off after four million years... but you're not the same dork you were. So I'm trying to treat you the way you said you always wanted me to treat you. Unless, of course, now you're saying you don't want me to.”

“What? No. No, no, no. If you mean it... that's great. It's like... a dream come true.”

...

“Wow, Phoebe,” you grinned, a half-eaten Snickers in your hand. “You’re right. Quantum physics actually is super easy to understand. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without learning it - by the way, Pheebs, very cute hoodie.”

Phoebe blushed.

“Oh, thanks! Trevor! Trevor, do you think my hoodie is cute?”

“Yes,” Trevor muttered.

“Ooh! I love this song! Come on, Trevor, dance with me!”

“Nobody else is dancing.”

“Well, someone's got to start. Who better than a loving brother and sister? You don't mind, do you, Y/N?”

“No,” you said, trying not to laugh when you saw your boyfriend’s expression, “Go for it.”

“I know what you're up to,” Trevor hissed, the second you were out of sight.

“Oh, yeah?” Phoebe snapped. “Well, I know what you're up to. So, if I were you, I would start dancing real fast.”

“Or what?”

“Or I tell Y/N every mean thing you've ever done to me... how you glued my toothpaste to my hand, how you glued your dirty underwear to my head, every glue story!”

“You can't tell her any of that stuff,” Trevor argued. “Bro code!”

“Oh, I am not a bro. I am a "so." I am a sis! I am your worst nightmare is what I am. So you're gonna be nice to me, and you're gonna like it, or I will burn this thing down. So, here's how it's gonna go down. When we go back to your place, you and I are going to cuddle under a blanket on the couch and take a picture of it, like I have been begging you to do since Christmas 2007. I am going to put that picture on a photo blanket and we'll take a picture of that and then we'll keep going until we're cuddling under photo blankets into infinity!”

“You're the devil,” Trevor muttered.

“Oh, well, just so you know, she's watching right now.”

...

Finally, Trevor’s worst night had almost come to an end.

Almost.

Soon, he would drop you off at your house, Halloween would be over, and he would finally be back to the world of high school.

A world where there was no reason for you to hang out with his younger sister.

“Oh, Trevor,” Phoebe sing-songed, leaning back on the Spenglers’ couch, “I need the numbers of everyone I met tonight. That way, I can text them-”

“Fine. Whatever. I need to drop off Y/N-”

“Oh, Trevor!” Phoebe said, tauntingly. “Cuddle picture.”

“What?” he asked, horrified.

“Cuddle. Picture. You don’t mind taking it, do you, Y/N?”

“No, of course not,” you chirped, and Trevor had never been in more pain.

“Ooh!” Phoebe exclaimed, once she had assumed a pose she found suitable, “Now, let’s do one where we do bunny ears-”

"Stop it!” Trevor snapped."Aah! That's it! I'm done! Brothers and sisters should not love each other! It's unnatural! We're not supposed to get close till mom and dad start dying!”

“He's a fraud, Y/N!” Phoebe shouted. “He's done a lot of bad things to me with glue. He's been playing you!”

“-Actually, I've been playing him,” you announced dramatically, and both Spenglers gasped. “Trev, all that crap about it being super important to me that you get along with your sister... not so much. Trick or treat, sucka.”

Trevor gasped.

“You made me kiss my sister's head,” he uttered in anguish.

“Yeah. That was awesome. Did not see that coming. Sorry, Phoebe - I didn't mean to make you my pawn.”

Phoebe scoffed.

"Are you kidding? It was great! He kissed me on the head and he cuddled me -and I have pictures to prove it.”

[avernusfuries]

Long gone were the days where she had sat at the feet of her father as he'd whittled, telling him about all of the ways she would learn how to do magic. Pluck had chewed on a small mint root almost thoughtfully, and cast a look down at his wide-eyed daughter, and told her that she would need to get really, really good at reading in order to do so. That had nipped that particular impulse in the bud, as the thought of pouring over books in what little free time she did have was a horrific one. If only little her could see her now, mystified that the weighty tome offered to her by Gale was one of the best feelings in the world.

"I know, yeah. Might actually have become a wizard, instead of what I am now," Karlach shot back with a toothy grin. "But there's no changing me now, Karlach Cliffgate, formerly of Baldur's Gate. Striking fear into the hearts of thine enemies or whatever." All in good fun, really; while Gale's magical aptitude was something to behold, she could not see herself as anything but what she was now. Well, maybe she might've taken herself off to see the world in its entirety, and she might have her heart, still. No infernal engine. She would not be the Fury of Avernus, former chose of Zariel, but some dork perusing books in different cities or, in line with keeping herself entirely Karlach, an axe for hire when the coin purse felt a little light.

She was good at brute force in the way that Gale was with magic. It came naturally, but at one hell of a price. Karlach's thumb brushed up the spine of book in her hands. Though it had been a rather Large tome in his hands, Karlach's own made it look like one of the pocket editions of things her mother'd had. Herbalism books, mostly. Cheap medicine, easily gathered. None of that had made a lick of sense when it had been Karlach herself setting out, when all of those leafy greens and very particular flowers had all looked the same.

Gale was the sort who could take one look at a bunch of leaves, and with a quick peruse through the limitless knowledge in that head of his, or a quick leaf through a book, would know precisely what it was.

Karlach felt a brief moment to fluster, and kept her eye very, very carefully trained on the book in question. She'd waxed poetic about what she would do the second she was capable of touch, and none of them involved books. "Well, as much as I like hands on story telling, there's fat chance of me finding someone to scratch that itch this deep into the dark." Getting under someone had been her priority, but with the shadow curse around them sapping the joy and the friskiness out of everyone ... Well, it would have to wait until they got to the city. Worst case? A visit to Sharess, just to get the itch away and her sights centered on what they needed to do.

Provided the fucking place was still standing, of course.

"Are you saying you enjoy my brutish nature, my foul mouth and my two left feet? Duly noted and definitely remembered," Karlach said with a laugh. "Suppose being frightfully hard to take down has worked in your favour as well." In a way, they understood one another far better than others really could. While the others had a more ... hand's off ... approach to their little afflictions, she supposed that was precisely why the two had become as close as they had, in their own way. He had an orb in his ribs that made him very, very likely (and had been horridly encouraged, she would add with a scowl) to explode. Karlach's engine was a danger in and of itself.

Most couldn't really empathise without it coming off a little poor them, what wretched luck or something shallow like that. They did their best, bless them, but sometimes the pity and coddling wasn't quite what they needed.

A few moments to be normal, giggling over dirty books and not worrying about the fact that either of them could go off with a moment's notice.

Karlach swallowed down the rising panic, and turned her attention back to the book.

"I don't think there's anything that's identical to either or out situations, if I'm being honest."

There was a pause that hung between them, pregnant and uncomfortable. She hated those kinds of silences. Silence, full stop. She hated it.

"How are you feeling about the matter? Honestly, I mean."

She's joking. Goodness, to share the word of magic beside the mention of magicians...! As though wounded, the wizard eyes their darling and vigorous tiefling. "Um, right, not to deny the allure whimsy would have on a young child's impressionable mind, of course," he hedges, pride bristling about him, "but mere sleight of hand tricks is a far cry from wizardly. Truly, I shudder to think what would have happened had you not your father's guiding hand." He frowns. "At the very least, you were spared a particularly 'fraudulent' fate."

Right. Of course, Gale, of course, you ever studious peacock!

Yet, distantly with a smile, it's why they're friends.

Though, in defense of Karlach Cliffgate -- roaring barbarian, spirit hot enough to level all the hells -- it isn't entirely difficult to win her endearments. Truthfully, after so long languishing in his darkened home himself, it had been her penchant for listening that had eagerly stoked him. She stands a woman for a wonder, her eyes bright with her questions and a hunger for life. She stood out for that, honestly, and in such a brilliant way that she did everything else, and while books and tomes may have little won her favor, it'd been people, hurt wizards, that had won her gaze.

She looks now carefully, measuring her friend like he would to a study. She gently handles that book, its contents no longer threatened by her smoldering touch. He wonders what she's thinking, what it is that would crowd her pounding, working brain for if she planned to read him like she would this book, then maybe, just maybe, she'll find his secrets.

And maybe, after that, she'll see his rot.

(It's getting worse. A twinge worse. But the artefacts do nothing.)

"Ha. Between you and me, I quite like you better this way. Besides, not all of us can just go gallivanting about as we bottle our secrets. Not unlike a library, mind you, our company is made better for our varying personalities. Or, well, I suppose in this metaphor, all of our genres. And truly, for what it's worth, I'm quite partial to yours." Good taste, no? Gale, smiling easily in turn, must believe himself disgustingly clever. "It's why I know you speak plainly from the heart. I haven't anything that's identical to your experience, of course, but I reckon we all can relate to desiring that which would feel so...despairingly out of reach." His voice echoes with understanding. "But before I go frightening you away from its pages, I assure you, that book in your possession ends magically. If you aren't dreaming of your own Mr. Darby any time soon, in fact, I'm going to have to question your taste in suitors."

Which was what again? He laughs in good humor, and even under her bawdy accusation, holds himself steadily. "It was purely coincidental before you hastily begin drawing your conclusions," he quips, noting the detailed illustration of some spirited coupling. "I'd mentioned varied genres a bit a go, I'm sure. Well, likewise, I'm a varied learner. Auditory, visual, and even oftentimes--" he grins ''--tactile."

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Petunias

Summary: Jake was just trying to be a good uncle.

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, oral (f & m receiving), breeding kink, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer Challenge. I don’t usually write for Jake but this idea hit me like a train. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread. As usual. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾.)

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No one else seemed to get as fired up as him. As if watching them play wasn’t amazing. His friends would always come out to support but once again he found himself having to look at Aisha like she was crazy. “You bet against the Petunias!” He gasped.

Jake felt like he’d been to a million Petunia games since that entire mess. Practicing with his niece when he’d visit his sister. Arguing with refs when they made those stupid ass calls.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Sure did.”

“How dare you!” He glared at her. “Just for that I’m gonna cheer extra hard.”

Not like he didn’t always. He was proud of Annie. She was his baby. His pride. His joy. Seeing her happy only made him happy. So while he always did he never really saw anyone else share his enthusiasm.

Until he saw you.

Like him you were in a pink shirt. Even had a matching dad cap with a little purple flower on it covering your braids. Clapping and squealing so much it almost distracted him from Annie and one of her teammates putting in that teamwork to make a goal. 

Oh he had to talk to you.

“Wow,” Clay started. “There’s two of them.”

You screamed just as he did making you look up at him.Sure the other parents were excited, but the two of you were on a whole other level. He needed to see what was up.

“Which one is yours?” He asked as he sat beside you.

You looked at him and chuckled. “That one,” you replied pointing at the girl Annie was high-fiving.

Jake’s grinned. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah she’s my niece.”

His smile grew. “No way! Annie is my niece.”

You gasped, turning to him now. “You’re Uncle Jake?” You asked.

“And you’re Aunt Y/N!” He said. “I swear Annie doesn’t shut up about you.”

You laughed. “Well I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity they talk about you so much.”

“Trust me Annie will not shut up about you. About how you’re so cool and take them out to get your nails done.”

“Yup. We have a bi-weekly spa hang,” you replied and he swore he swooned from how perky you’d gotten.

He swallowed and found himself looking at you as you glanced back onto the field then started cheering again which made him turn his attention back.

“Let’s go, Annie!” You clapped and then repeated until his niece made another goal. He should have been doing the same but there was just something so hot about you looking as excited as he felt. That someone else could look as pumped from a fucking junior girls soccer game for the exact reason he was.

“Hey, so,” he said, “my friends and I usually go out for pizza and beer at Dom’s after the games. If you want you can join us.”

“I would but Annie and Alyssa bugged me to take them out for ice cream,” you said.

“Oh we go at about eight. It’s okay if you can’t, but I promise we’re cool.” He leaned his head up towards the group that was trying to play it off as if they hadn’t been watching them.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied.

He was pretty sure that was a no, but considering he’d been holding out hope he still went. Everyone else told him they were busy so he was kind of left to either look like a dork or hope for the best.

They gave such bullshit excuses too. Well except Pooch. Having a newborn could not be easy. Whatever he was stuck doing this alone. He couldn’t wait to make a fool out of himself.

So he sat at the bar with a beer bottle in hand. Trying to wish away the little bugs of nerves inside of him. He hadn’t been able to stop the jitters since he’d asked. It wasn’t like he normally had an issue talking to women but you were his niece’s best friend’s aunt. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He felt stressed about everything. He’d changed out of the Petunia shirt and probably irritated Cougar when he stressed about what to wear. Then settled on a blue button down, jeans, and converse.

Fifteen minutes passed eight. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He blew it. Maybe he came off too strong. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Maybe he should have caught you the next time or maybe you were-

“Jake?”

Here. Maybe you were here.

He pushed his glasses back onto his face as he could see you. Now out of your team gear you were wearing this yellow polka dotted that made you look like a literal goddess. He swore he almost forgot how to breath. “Y/N, hey,” he said getting up and holding out his hand. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

You took his hand in yours and that’s when he realized he didn’t know how to fucking act suddenly. You probably thought he was a fucking dork for even shaking your hand. He should have hugged you. No now he was in to deep.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t know what to wear and then my Uber took forever, but I hope this is okay.”

Okay? You looked like a fucking angel and you were asking him if it was okay. “No you look amazing.” Okay maybe too strong. Fuck he sounded like a dork.

“Thank you,” you replied this smile coming on your face. “You look good too.”

“Thanks. I know I said the others would be here but they ditched me.” He rolled his eyes.

Ugh he could listen to that giggle on repeat. “Well now I’m really happy I came,” you said. “This where we sitting?”

“We can move to a booth if you want,” he suggested.

Was he supposed to sit closer to you? God he wanted to. He was glad you picked one of those rounded ones so he could scoot a little closer if need be. How close would be too close? He didn’t wanna come off to strong.

“So what do you do for work?” He asked after he’d just ordered the both of you your then took a sip of his beer.

“I’m a librarian,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow. Could you get any cuter. “What? Really.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “At Alyssa and Annie’s school actually. So glad we’re on summer vacation.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? What are you planning to do?”

“Absolutely nothing aside enjoy my sweet, sweet freedom until September,” you replied with a laugh. “What about you?”

“Taking some time off,” he replied. “Just got out of the military so I’m taking a break until I start this new thing.”

“What are you planning?” You asked.

“Well, I mostly work with tech,” he replied.

You crinkled your nose. “That reminds me. I fucked up my laptop somehow.”

“Yeah? I can take a look at it for you sometime.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

You did this thing where you tilted your head back as you laughed. It only made him laugh harder as he watched you. You’d covered your mouth and then put a hand against your chest after.

He’d finally moved closer to you. A whiff of your perfume hitting him over the strong smell of beer and pizza in front of you.

“You’re lying!” You giggled.

“No! I’m so serious. The elevator doors opened and they saw everything.”

You looked down as you laughed. “Did they get mad?”

“I mean look they didn’t seem to upset. They were trying to get a better look,” he replied. “If anything I felt like a piece of meat.”

“You poor thing.”

He smiled as he watched you. Clenching his jaw and swallowing. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t mess this up.

“You know I actually wasn’t gonna come tonight.”

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Lys and Annie heard me and my sister-in-law talking and they went on and on about how funny you were and that I should go. I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah?” He asked. Who would have thought two eight years olds would make the best wing men. “I’m glad too.”

“Yeah I’m having a great time,” you said feeling your face heat up.

“Me, too,” he replied suddenly feeling like his face was hurting from smiling so much. “Hey, sorry to change the subject bit where did you get that Petunia hat? I’d love to add one to my collection.”

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “It might take awhile, but definitely.”

“Great.”

He saw a lot of you after that. At games and you’d hung out at Dom’s a few times. Then the summer was over and everything started back up.

Even when the season ended you’d almost become a constant in his life. You’d gotten so close to his sister. You even drove Annie to school with Alyssa so that was the most convenient. Since you also usually took them home, you tended to stay over for dinner a lot. Once he noticed that pattern he’d started to, too.

He wanted to tell you that he was into you, but it was like every time he tried he got tongue tied. Sometimes he was so sure you were flirting with him that all he could think about it was just saying fuck it and kiss you.

Yet and still his dumbass didn’t make a move. He knew he had a chance when you were helping out at Annie’s birthday. You were licking frosting off your finger like you were daring him. Then your brother walked in.

The year comes back around and it’s summer again. You’re back to wearing summer dresses like that one from the first night at Dom’s and it had been killing him. He was normally such a flirt to, but he felt like he couldn’t do that shit with you. There was too much at stake.

The girls are still on the same team because of course. This was their last year as Petunias. He’d never gotten his hat even though you kept swearing you’d do it.

“Oh shit that’s right I finished your hat!” You said, interrupting the conversation the two of you were already having pulling them cherry popsicle you’d stolen from your lips.

“It only took you a year,” he said with a laugh once again holding a beer bottle in his hands. Your sister was throwing a little barbecue so your brother and sister in law were there. Nieces off playing with all the other kids. The two of you tended to sit beside each other at these things now. “When can I get it?”

You stuck your tongue out which was red from the dye. The you placed it beck and he was trying to figure out if you knew what the hell you were doing to him. “Whenever.”

He chuckled. “Wanna go right now? So we can make sure it’s not another year.”

You smacked his strong chest and laughed. “I told you it would take awhile!”

He launched a little harder shaking his head. “But a year?”

“Yeah. The best year.”

Your apartment was just as cozy as he thought it’d be. All soft and warm. A light flowery scent wafting through the air.

The drive there consisted of the two of you turning the radio up when this song came on. Singing along to it loudly since no one else was around to hear. Then once again laughing on the short walk to your front door.

“Want anything? Water, coffee, tea? I actually think I have beer,” you listed off as you dropped your keys in the bowl by the front door, hung your purse up, and stepped out of your shoes. “I also have wine.”

“If I drink anymore beer I won’t be able to drive home,” he replied.

You shrugged. “My couch is always free.”

“Then beer it is,” he replied with a smile.

He sat on the couch with the beer in his hand as you went to your room to grab what you’d come home for so soon. Looking around at all the little knickknacks and pictures. Then got up to look at all the books on your shelf. Quickly taking note that everything was in order.

“Found it!” You announced coming back in the room. “Wanna try it on?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he bent down do you could do place it on top of his head with a giggle. “How’s it look?” He asked, posing with his hands on his hips.

“Cute,” you replied looking up at him with giggle. “I love it.”

“Yeah? I’m trusting your judgement.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You laughed.

“Nope. Putting my faith in you. If I look dumb that’s on you.”

You pouted. “As if.”

“As if what?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you’re hot. Stop.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned on the outside, but on the inside his heart thumped. “I’m hot?” You crinkled your nose and opened your mouth only to close it again. While he was enjoying seeing you get all flustered he grabbed your hand. “I’m just teasing.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Besides it’s not like I don’t think you’re, well, I think you’re cute.” There he said it. It was out in the open. Not that he was expecting anything, but he was just happy he said it. Even if he did get a little tongue tied there.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. God he probably looked like a dope all nervous and shit. But this was it. Finally the right time.

He doesn’t know what it was. Maybe the way you were looking up at him, but he found himself leaning down to swipe his lips across yours.

Then you gasped against which made him pull away. “Shit sorry I completely misread,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment and now you probably think I’m a fucking creep.” He continued to ramble on and before he could even realized what was happening too grabbed the pocket on his shirt to pull him to you.

He held your hips as you made out. Your legs on either side of him. Fuck he was going to be obsessed with how you tasted from now on. He could just tell.

You ran your hands through his hair then came down to claw at his shoulders. Then to his ear where you rubbed his earlobe. He wasn’t sure where the fuck librarians like you had been hiding when he was in school, but he was just thankful that he was a grown man for this.

He laid you down and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Your dress hiking up because of it exposing your cute little panties. He found himself moving his hips into you and fuck he needed to stop because he was starting to get hard. That’s when you moved away from him as you let out a little moan. Fuck he could listen to that every.

“Is that your… um… your… ya know?” You asked, angling yourself like you were trying to make better contact with it.

“My what?” He asked, but he was too far gone to stop.

“Your dick?”

“Yeah that’s my dick, Baby. That okay?”

You nodded and licked your bottom lip before biting it. Looking up at him with such innocent eyes he almost felt bad that he wanted to rip your panties off of you.

“It feels really big,” you breathed out then laughed at the end then he shut up by grinding against you really slow. Making sure you felt it.

“Think so?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you moaned with your jaw dropped.

Holy fuck you were fucking sexy. All spread open for him. God he better not fuck this up. Ever. There was entirely too much on the line. His niece liked you. That was a big deal for him.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.”

Yup you were wifey. He was sure of it.

Still. He had to play this smooth. Didn’t wanna rush just wanted to take his time and fuck you started kissing his neck and he didn’t think it was possible, but he felt like he was about to fucking bust already.

His hand sliding up and down your thighs. So soft. So fucking pretty.

“Anywhere?” He asked. “Like here?” He reached under you so he could grab your ass.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “Anywhere.”

He groaned to himself then brought the other hand up to one of your breasts. “What about here?” He asked as he squeezed it.

“Yeah.” You mewled. “You can take my dress off if you want.”

Fuck yes.

He sat up on his knees. Lifted it up a little passed your stomach. Then was about to lean back down to kiss you when he noticed the wet spot on your panties. He swallowed. His heart feeling like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

Hie gaze snapped back to you as he cleared his throat. “Your panties are soaked,” he hissed. “I do that to you?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He couldn’t stop himself. Putting his thumb against your covered mound making you tense up and let out moan.

“Fuck, Jake.”

Fuck you sounded so pretty. And he could tell you wanted him bad. “ What you want from me, Baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Where?”

“There,” you gasped as his fingers hit over your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

You groaned softly and then went between your bodies to pull your panties to the side. Exposing the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Fuck why did he have to wait a year.

No. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s why you were being like this. If he’d done it too soon it definitely wasn’t gonna be like this. Like how could this get any better.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Jake,” you said in a whimper.

He was gonna fucking nut his pants. Holy shit.

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

So you wanted him to touch your pussy. Your very cute, very wet pussy. As soon as his thumb touched the wetness of your clit he groaned. “Fuck, Baby. I really did this to you?”

You nodded with your mouth dropped open. “Uh huh,” you whined.

He just couldn’t stop himself as he pushed a finger in you. Fuck you were so fucking tight. “Want me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you cried. “Yes. Please.”

“Such good manners,” he teased except you kind of couldn’t laugh because you were moaning like he was the first man to touch you in years. “When’s the last time someone’s fucked you, Baby?”

“I dunno. Like over a year.”

“What? You been waiting for me?” He asked.

You nodded and yup he needed to fuck you right the fuck now. He stopped so what he was doing so he could pull his shirt from his body. You used that time so you could take your dress off. Barely wasting anytime to removed your bra as he got up to take off the rest of his clothes even setting his glasses on the end table beside the couch.

You sat up as he was undoing his pants. Looking up at him with doe eyes then glanced at the bulge in his pants. You leaned forward so you could kiss the outline from the base to the mushroom tip.

He stopped you to pull it out as your jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” you gasped. “It’s so big.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed. He was about to speak except you cut him off. “Can I suck it?”

God yes.

Something about seeing you like this. Such a sweet girl like you happily choking on his cock. If he thought you were adorable before nothing could beat seeing you with your mouthful of him and saliva covering your face. Sucking on him like he was that popsicle earlier.

Letting him grab your hair so he could push you in deeper. Than holding you still as you coughed around him because it felt too fucking good. Then you pulled off with tears in your eyes to tell him how much you loved it. He was in fucking heaven.

Sure you couldn’t take him all the way. That was okay. You obviously wouldn’t mind practicing. And he was planning on making you practice over and over again even when you got it right. He understood. He was too much for your mouth to handle.

Not that you weren’t doing an amazing job. You definitely were. Honestly probably the sloppiest blow job he’d ever had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He doesn’t know if that seemed to fuel you but it was like that was your goal. Like you were trying to suck the cum out of his dick. Then as he started to spurt in your mouth you made this face like you were in absolute bliss and it only made his orgasm more intense.

When he pulled you off he kissed you. Yeah he knew a lot of guys had a problem with that, but you’d just given him the sloppiest toppy he’d be an idiot to give a fuck about that sort of thing.

And he needed a taste. As soon as he put his tongue on you he knew this was about to be his new happy place. Right between your thighs whether it was his mouth or his dick.

You withered against the cushions. Grabbing at his hair and tugging the blond ends. He traced the alphabet with his tongue against your clit. Pussy sopping wet.

He got to the lowercase g and you let out a little scream. Seeing your reaction made him keep doing then he had to hold you down because you were moving too much. “I’m gonna, ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now. Making the woman he’d been crushing on for a year cum so hard you were fucking squirting like no one else had ever done this to you before.

Or finding out that you hadn’t been fucked in a year. You’d been waiting for him like such a good girl. He should have fucked you that day you’d met.

It took giving you a few more orgasms before he could come up for air. He was finding himself getting addicted to it, but he needed to stop. Needing to fuck you properly like you deserved.

He leaned back down to kiss you. Dick pressing into your inner thigh. Just one move and he could slip in. No protection. No nothing. Normally that wouldn’t have been tempting but he wanted to fuck you just right. Wanted to fill you with his fucking cum like you deserved.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”

With that he lined up with your entrance. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust to him. “Please,” you whimpered this time. “Just do it. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said moving his hips shallowly.

“Please? I like it,” you moaned. “I want you to fuck my hole like you don’t care if you hurt it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Well. Who was he to deny that. “Yeah? Want me to make it hurt.” He pushed in a little deeper stlll not fully wanting to give you it all yet.

“Please. I wanna be your slut.”

Okay.

See.

Fuck.

Now Jake liked to think of himself as a nice guy. Part of the reason he was so into you was because you matched his energy. Just so sweet and adorable, but when you were legs wide open and moaning that you wanted to be his slut he’d be crazy to not give you that. He could push his niceness to the side if it meant making you happy.

So with that he shoved in. If you wanted it who the fuck was he to argue. As if he hadn’t jerked off to this exact same scenario. Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted into his ear with every moan.

“Oh god,” he grunted because you were tight. It was a good thing you’d sucked him off before because he probably would have came the moment he buried himself into you. Now that would have been embarrassing.

Your finger nails felt so good digging into his skin. Clinging to him like you were afraid he’d let go. As if he’d stop.

“I’m, uh, cumming, uh,” you cried.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl that right. You cum on my dick.”

You arched your back and let out another little scream. Shit. How the fuck was he supposed to hold on when you got this tight. Just like earlier when you’d sucked the cum from his dick this time it felt like you were trying to milk him. Fuck he could fuck you like this everyday for the rest of his life.

“Choke me,” you asked.

Yup he was gonna marry you. That was it. He’d made up his mind. You were the girl for him.

He did as you asked. “Just like that!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Yeah just like that. Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do!” You moaned.

He leaned in closer to you. Putting his lips against your ear. “You know I didn’t put a condom on right.”

“That’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m not pulling out. This pussy’s too good not to cum in.”

“I’m, ugh, on, ugh, birth, ugh, control.”

If you were anyone else and he was hitting it like this those words would have made him feel relieved. Except it was you. And with you the idea of leaving you full of his cum and potentially with child made him feral. “Really?” He asked. “That sucks.”

“Why?”

“Making me wanna put a baby in you.”

You gasped and raised an eyebrow. Pussy tightening because of his words. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t want any other man thinking they can have you. This my pussy.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah you should be.” Oh fuck he was almost there. His rhythm now getting all sloppy. “How can I fuck you right if I can’t get you pregnant with my baby. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “You’re such a fucking Daddy.”

Yup. He was gonna blow. Aiming right for your cervix. Just because he probably wasn’t going to put one in you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least show you what he was gonna do when he did.

“Yeah? That’s it. I’m Daddy, Baby. I’m your Daddy.” He moaned out as he kept shoving himself into you before stilling as he finally busted. Pinning you under him as his cock pulsed inside of you.

He put his face into your neck as he came down from his high. This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

Finally after a moment he lifted up to kiss you. Then pulled you away, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. Fucking finally. He’d been waiting for so long to get you close. Now you were here and totally needy. Looking ethereal in your post-coitus glow.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he tried to turn you over so he could hold you from behind. As you tried to get situated against him and cozy he found his back hitting the floor in a thud.

You sat up quickly “Jake! Are you okay?

With his eyes closed tight he groaned. Well at least he waited until afterwards to embarrass himself. “Physically yes, but my ego took a pretty big hit.”

You laughed and next thing he knew you were on top of him. Cuddling into him like he hadn’t just eaten shit. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” Then you pressed your soft lips against his cheek.

As the night turned into a weekend of him dicking you down he had a few realizations. One. You’d definitely been parent trapped by your nieces. Two. It was a little early to ask you to be Mrs. Jake Jensen, but he was pretty sure you were his dream girl. And three? The both of you were going to look dope as fuck in your matching Petunias hats and t-shirts this season.

[drei-mrssvechii]

can you do a imagine about owen introducing the reader to his teammates / friends for the first time?

pairing: owen power x gn!reader

word count: 600+

warnings: none i can think of!

You were shy, to say the least. Quiet and reserved type of person, so when Owen talked about meeting his teammates you asked him for time. A little time to think about it and get your ideas straight.

As sweet and understanding he was, he gave you some. You reflected on the situation and even overanalyzed some things. Meeting the people he spent the most time with besides his family and you was a huge step.

Once decided, you came to terms with Owen. You were still kind of freaking out and he noticed so the plan was to meet some of his teammates. Something that you accepted.

Until the day came. You thought you were ready but why was your heart rate over the roof and your hands shaking uncontrollably? Would it be too late to cancel the plans?

"You ok there?" He knocked twice. Still hesitant you exited the bathroom

"Which shirt do you think it's better? What about..." Again, the nerves were eating you alive. Owen stopped you from walking desperately around the room, action you hadn't even noticed until he placed his hands on your shoulders making you stop "I- sorry"

"Hey, hey. Don't be. I understand you're nervous. But it's ok, it'll be alright" You smiled at his words, undoubtedly you had the best guy by your side

"Promise?"

"Promise" Owen left a kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer to him so he could give you a hug.

-

"I'm freaking out"

"Yeah, your heart sounds like it's about to explode. I can hear it from right here"

"Stop. You're such a dork" Both of you laughed and Owen intertwined his hand with yours "Owen, you're making me more nervous"

"Babe, breath, please. They're just the guys I see almost every day. They'll like you, it'll go alright"

-

After arriving, you managed to stay calm. Owen took your hand in his just to reassure that if anything went wrong he was there and then knocked on the door.

The fucking door.

Not later than 10 seconds you heard someone shout followed by some steps until the door opened showing one of who you assumed was one of Owen's teammates

"I'm definitely fainting" you muttered to your boyfriend before putting the best smile you could, one that the man in the door returned almost immediately.

"C'mon man, get in" Owen placed his hand on your back, encouraging you to enter, and once in, you remained clueless waiting for Owen to do something since you couldn't even formulate a thought at the moment.

Awkward.

"Oh shit, right. Matty, this is Y/N, my couple. Y/N, Matt"

"Nice to meet you," You said at the same time, making you laugh and helping to ease your nerves.

"The rest of the guys are in the living room, let’s go"

Once in the living room, Owen gave your shoulder a little squeeze, a little action that may have gone unnoticed by others but for you, it was one of the sweetest acts coming from him, one of many that made you fall in love with him.

“Man, they’re here” A voice announced to the others “Shut up,” Another one said “Could y’all be normal for once” You heard at the end.

Your eyes opened, looking back to Owen, he tried to hide the fact that he was laughing which he did a terrible job at.

“You’ll get used to them, it’s finally time you get to know the boys” Owen chuckled. He definitely knew his team better than anyone and if there was a word to describe how the rest of the day went.

Chaotic.

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[leonsi]

Sucks about the no lactose-free stuff at that restaurant (as someone with some specific diet stuff at times I understand. In my case though, quite often, I just go like, screw it that, I like this food, it might make me sick, it might not; I am going to eat it anyways, lol). If u're still taking requests; I would love to see, Leo being petty/salty about Raph or someone else winning at something and/or pouting and/or trying to get him/her to lose (thinking about some actual 2012 stuff). 1/2.

yeah, this is the second time i’ve had “dairy-free”gelato & the second time i’ve gotten a killer stomach ache, so i think it might be something on my end. but this was a very nice request to have tonight, thank you 😭😭

“Leo!” Raph jerks to the side to avoid Leo’s elbow, taking a precious second to glare at him before returning to the screen. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Leo shrugs with a smug chide of “language.” He waits until they come along a turn to shove his fingers into Raph’s neck; only a place he would know is ticklish.

This is an age-old game of theirs, where Leo sucks and knows he sucks and does everything in his power not to suck, relatively, by bringing the others down with him. He takes advantage of every opening he has, like videogames are a fucking battlefield.

Usually, Raph would be annoyed.

But Leo hasn’t even laughed since he woke up from his coma. Two weeks, no laughing. And - Leo has always been the serious older brother to his rebellion, but he was also a dork who practiced shitty puns in front of his Captain Ryan action figure.

So it’s a little harder than normal to muster up his grouchy persona when he sees Leo smiling.

“You fucking dick!” he shouts, because he knows it’ll get on Leo’s nerves, before easily surpassing him at the next curve. Leo may be the safer driver, but in video game land where consequences didn’t matter, Raph was far superior.

He still finds himself going a little easy on the gas.

“Don’t -! You’re so mean!” Leo shouts back. He kicks out at Raph’s side, balancing precariously on his shell on the couch to do so. Raph could knock him over with a slight movement. “Stop! Stop winning!”

Raph wins.

Leo pouts.

“You cheated,” he grumbles. He throws the controller on the couch, a little harder than necessary. “That’s the only way.”

“Maybe I’m just better than you?” Raph counters. The car runs an animated victory lap on screen, and Raph takes the moment to wiggle his upper body in celebration. He was superior. He deserved this.

Leo’s head sinks into his shell, just slightly. Raph’s worried he ruined his good mood until Leo kicks out again, catching him solidly in the gut with his foot. “You don’t need to rub it in!”

Uh, yes he does. “Yes I do.”

Leo kicks again. “No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Nope!”

“Yep!”

In the course of their argument they had slowly shifted themselves onto their shells, legs poised in the air for battle. Leo stares at Raph in a silent challenge, the clear message of “don’t you dare” hanging in the air.

“No,” Leo says. His voice shakes.

Raph strikes.

Soon they're kicking at each other, devolving into chaos as they giggle and squirm like children over a video game.

[fernweh-writes]

Your writing gives me so much life and wholesome vibes! ;-;💕 If you wouldn't mind could you do the slashers with a s/o who loves to make home cooked meals for them.

Ahhh, thank you so much hun <3 As someone who loves to cook and who’s goal in life is to be a spoiled housewife, absolutely.

-Fern

Slashers x S/O who likes to cook

slight nsfw content if you squint

Michael Myers

This man craves a sense of normalcy in his very peculiar life. After all, he was diagnosed with a case of crazy at a young age and ever since no one had made an effort to care about him. One of the main reasons he would ever keep you around would be because you fit the housewife role that he needs wants. You give him the one thing he always wanted that no one else ever could, domesticity.

Michael has a weird schedule and just sort of comes and goes as he pleases. This can make having a hot meal ready quite difficult, but once you begin a steady routine of cooking for him he starts to appear whenever you’re cooking. Well at least most of the time, stalking and killing can keep him very busy sometimes.

He’s not very picky about what you cook, so you have plenty of freedom to make whatever your heart desires. He’s certainly not going to complain. Although, if you remember his favorite meals and cook them for him from time to time he will be extra grateful. His gratitude is often expressed through becoming very handsy with you.

Likes to watch you cook! Again he loves the whole domestic thing and watching you serve him cook for him pleases him. Plus you just look so cute wearing an apron. Also loves how focused you can be. Don’t expect him to help you though, this is your job y/n.

Pretty sure everyone agrees that Michael has a major sweet tooth so if you bake him sweets he decides you’re never going anywhere… ever. He’s keeping you, end of story.

The only thing he ever helps with in the kitchen is licking the bowl when you bake. Snatches the spoon from you as well, he wants all of it.

Bo Sinclair

Another man that is very much into the housewife thing. Like he gets off on it.

We all know Bo isn’t quite right in the head, but we all love him anyways! He wants someone to serve him, after all he needs to be in charge and to have control over everything. This includes controlling the roles within his own home.

The fact that you willingly cook though and actually enjoy cooking sends him over the moon. He knew that he had made the right decision when he decided to keep you. This just makes him further believe that you were meant to be his.

Home cooked meals remind him of the good parts of his childhood. So watching you cook with an apron tied around your waist while humming and just being content with what you’re doing makes him melt. It’s also going to make him more likely to open up and be a little more vulnerable with you. Watching you cook just puts him at ease.

Cooking his favorite meals though is what really gets to him. Especially if you decide to go all out and be cheesy by “setting the mood” with candles and fancy silverware. He’ll make fun of you and pretend to hate it but the lack of malice in his voice gives him away.

You can often find him standing around the kitchen while you cook as well. This started once you asked him to try something once to see if you needed to add anything. Now he won’t stop waiting around for free samples.

Bo decides that winter is his new favorite season. The shop doesn’t have any heating and he also spends a lot of time chasing victims around the woods or down the streets. In other words, he’s spending a lot of time out in the cold weather. Walking into his warm house to find the sweetest wife in Ambrose putting a hot meal on a plate for him makes his day. Don’t be surprised if he begins to bring up his other ideas about how you can keep him warm.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent isn’t obsessed with the whole housewife thing the way that Bo is. He could really care less if his s/o cooked or not after all he had survived this long.

But, Vincent often gets lost in his work. This leads to him losing track of time quite often, so skipping meals isn’t something out of the ordinary. It’s not that he means to it’s just so easy for him to forget unless his stomach starts growling.

He does love that you love to cook for him though. Anytime you bring food down to his workshop so that he doesn’t forget to eat he absolutely melts. He doesn’t know how you could be anymore perfect.

Although he doesn’t expect nor necessarily want his significant other to take care of him he does enjoy the fact that you do so anyway. It shows that you care about him in a way that he hasn’t been cared for in a very long time. Especially enjoys the sentiment of you making him his favorite meals. Not only do you take care of him, you take the time to remember the little things about him! He doesn’t think he could possibly feel more loved.

After the first time he watches you cook, he’s hooked. You just look so cute and content in the kitchen. Seeing you so happy and at ease puts him at ease. It lets him know that you’re happy in Ambrose and that you really do love him.

Unlike most of the other slasher, he will help you clean up the kitchen. You two make quick work of all the dishes since you wash them and he dries them and puts them away. It started off with him washing the dishes until he watched you struggle to place plates at the top of a cabinet. Although, he did enjoy being able to press himself against your back while he helped you.

Thomas Hewitt

The fact you love to cook not only delights Thomas, but helps out Luda Mae as well. With you handling the kitchen, it takes one of the most time consuming chores off of her hands. Allowing her both a chance to rest as well as a chance to finally clean up more of the old house. And we all know whatever makes Momma happy makes Thomas happy.

Honestly though, you’re going to have to take up gardening as well. After all the town is pretty much abandoned and there isn’t much to work with. Hope you know recipes for making human meat taste good…

Once again, we have another slasher who’s ideal life involves a housewife. Thomas just wants his life to be normal for once but he also wants someone to truly care about him. He is always the one taking care of other people in the family so having you to take care of him is the one thing that keeps him going.

Thomas works hard and victims are always putting up a tough fight. Since all of Thomas chores take a lot of physical exertion, he always feels like he’s starving at the end of the day. Luckily he has you! You’ve never failed to have a hot meal waiting for him.

Don’t tell Momma, but he thinks that you’re a better cook.

Please ask him his opinion on the food. Thomas hardly ever gets a say in anything since Hoyt usually gets to call the shots. It may not be much, but you asking him for his input makes him feel important.

Cooking his favorite meals after you know he’s had a hard week just does something to him. Maybe it’s because it shows him that you care, that you pay attention and notice things. Whatever the matter, he definitely enjoys tossing you onto the bed after dinner to show you his gratitude. After all, no good meal is complete without dessert.

Stu Macher

His parents were hardly ever home so Stu learned to fend for himself. This included a lot of unhealthy takeout. You have no idea how he survived off of pizza for so long. Is your cholesterol okay Stu? Killing people and having to chase them down is probably the only reason he ever survived without you.

Lucky for him, now he has you! And you love to cook for him and he enjoys everything you cook. Making him his favorite foods is a quick way to get him excited so please cook them for him after he’s had a hard day.

Expect to have a fancy kitchen and anything your heart could desire to cook with. You two will definitely have a house with one of those walk in pantries so that you have plenty of space for ingredients. If you’re going to spoil him with good food obviously he is going to spoil you by giving you everything you need to do so.

Stu never though he could enjoy cooking, but you quickly show him that it can be fun. This means you can expect him to willingly help out from time to time, whenever he’s in the mood to help. It also means you can leave at ease knowing he won’t be feasting on takeout anytime you go somewhere. At least you thought so until you came home to an unbelievable amount of pizza boxes on the counter.

He is determined to invest in a label maker and put puns on all of your spices like the adorable dork he is.

Billy Loomis

Mr mommy issues absolutely loses his shit when you cook for him. Billy absolutely thrives off of you taking care of him. Once you start cooking for him he won’t allow you to stop, it becomes an expectation.

Billy likes to cling to you while you cook, quite literally. He’ll have his arms wrapped around your waste with his head resting on top of your head/shoulder so that he can watch what you’re doing. Hopefully you can maneuver around the kitchen with him attached to you because he isn’t going anywhere.

After being together for so long, Billy usually tells you when he’s going to “hang out” with Stu. Knowing he wouldn’t be back until very late, you left out food that he could easily heat up. Finding food on the counter with instructions of how long to microwave it melts his heart. Now he’s one hundred percent sure that you’re permanent.

Shows his gratitude more than you would expect him to. He will put away the leftovers while you clean up the kitchen. It may not be much, but it’s one less thing for you to do before going to bed at night.

Don’t worry, he’ll be the one in charge of dessert. It’s another way of showing his gratitude.

Brahms Heelshire

Obviously cooking for him is a requirement so it’s a good thing that you enjoy cooking. But it’s the way you go the extra mile for him that makes him set on keeping you.

You always make him his favorite foods which just fuels his spoiled ass. If you make something you don’t like he’s going to try an throw a tantrum over it. May even go as far as to stay in the walls for a whole day. But when he finds his dinner has gone cold because you had went to bed before he decided to stop being stubborn and come eat he will realize he was in the wrong.

Just make sure to put your foot down, otherwise he will never eat any of his vegetables. He’ll pout about it and complain the whole time but whatever it takes to get him to eat healthy. Eventually he will learn to stop complaining.

No one has ever actually enjoyed doing something for Brahms. He always had to force people into pretending that they cared about him. But you not only took care of him you enjoyed doing it. The home cooked meals you made left him feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. You put your heart into the things you cooked for him, put your time into making something you would enjoy.

I keep thinking of you hiding something in his food as a way to get him to eat something without him knowing. One day he catches you sneaking in the ingredient while he’s in the walls and he is outraged. How dare you lie to him y/n, after he was such a good boy no less!

If you bake him sweets he will make himself sick from eating so many. You’re his impulse control, please hide the sweets from him so that he doesn’t get sick. It’s for his own good.

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

He’s a very busy man so having you cook for him fills him with joy. There’s nothing like coming home to a hot meal after a day of chasing people down and dealing with idiots like Preston. His injuries can also leave him feeling very drained so it’s good that you know how to make plenty of different meals to make him feel better.

If you ever wanted to learn more about cooking he would 100% pay for classes for you. Could even arrange for them to be during times when he goes on business trips so that you have something to keep you occupied while he’s gone. When he gets back he expects you to show him everything that you learned.

Jesse loves it if you ever bring him food. Granted the first time you showed up at one of the warehouses he freaked out because you could’ve been hurt. Spann makes sure to reassure him that she knew you were coming and arranged for you to be kept safe the whole way there and back.

I can also see Spann being flattered if you brought extra food for her. It saves her time and allows her to get more done within a timely manner. Also means she doesn’t have to worry about everything falling apart while she tries to get food.

Watching you cook does something to Jesse and he’s not against picking you up and carrying you upstairs. He can think of something much better to eat than whatever you’re cooking. This has also led to the smoke alarms going off more than once.