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#but pleeeaaase i hope it gets the work it needs and i hope it gets produced again
supercantaloupe · 2 years
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i really really hope dave malloy’s moby dick musical gets revised and restaged at some point because i think it has some of dave’s best songwriting yet. but also some of the script is. really really bad
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sunrise-imagines · 6 months
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omg I'm really in the need of candy queen content so could I request fem!reader x candy queen hcs
candy queen comforting reader ☝️🧐
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Absolutely! Hope you enjoy! Reader uses she/her pronouns in this one.
*Contains spoilers for episode 3(? I think) of Fionna and Cake*
TW: Obsessive behavior
Candy Queen x Fem!Reader Relationship Headcanons
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• She looooves singing to you, and would love even more if you joined in one of her songs.
• Could cuddle with you all day long, even if you need to get up and walk around she’ll still cling to you like a monkey.
• Pleeeaaase let her feed you sweets!
• Gets jealous easily, and will pout and whine that you’re not giving her enough attention.
• If you’re ever sad, she’ll try and tell you jokes to make you laugh or bring you your favorite foods. If none of that works, she doesn’t really know what to do and just kinda sits with you and talks about random stuff.
• Like Ice King she can sometimes lose her temper and snap at you, but after cooling down she always apologizes and assures you that she’d never actually do anything to hurt you, although you aren’t so sure about that.
• Now that she has a girlfriend she only goes to the Winter Kingdom to show you off. She’ll burst in from the wall with her arm around you and shout, “HEY KING, I GOTTA GIRLFRIEND NOW AND SHE’S WAYYYY BETTA’ THAN YOU!!!”
• She knows it can get a little boring in the Candy Kingdom, so she tries to set up little things like game nights and puppet shows to entertain you.
• At first she tried to make you a room in her cell, but after seeing that you weren’t very happy in there she let you stay with her in her room. Just don’t touch her stuff without asking permission.
• You’re the only one that can touch her hair, but don’t bother trying to brush it. Whenever you finally get it to behave and lay down flat, as soon as you take a step back it springs back up into it’s naturally messy shape. She likes sitting there while you touch her hair though.
• She has definitely written fan fiction about you, casting you as a brave hero that comes to save her from being kidnapped by an evil king.
• Sees most outsiders as a threat to your safety, and will lock you up in her cage to “protect” you while she goes and deals with it.
• After she transforms back into her true form, she doesn’t really remember much about your relationship, but she still finds herself being attracted to you and will be happy to have the opportunity to properly court you.
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Hey I wanted to ask you if you also write for the actor Tom Sturridge.
If so, could you write a Tom x british princess reader story in wich the princess is born the last child of Diana bevor she died and is a really fascinating person. Like she is very serious about er work and duty but is a really funny and sarcastic person outside of it and makes fun with the queen and her brothers.
Could you pleeeaaase write that for me my love?❤️
Wild Child
Tom Sturridge x Princess!Reader
Summary: There was a reason why you were called the wild child, and one particular man was going to find out for himself during his time volunteering at a nonprofit.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: British Princess!reader, reader is blonde cause duh her mom is princess Diana, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this is such a wild request. peak delusion i think. and i am so here for it HAHAHH PLEASE I AM SO A PRINCESS AND DIANA IS, LIKE, MY MOM FR T_T I LOVE HER SM HAHAHAAH i just like i cant believe im writing this aHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH it's such a niche request HAHAAHAH idk why but writing about the royal family made me apprehensive lol HAHAHH IDK ITS SO CRINGY TO WRITE FOR ME TO ADD THEM so i decided forGET THEM IMMA DO A FREESTYLE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY LOVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THE REQ IT WAS SO WILD AND FUN THAT I EVEN MADE THIS HEADER LOL ig im still tagging @pinksirensong because of course i must that was our deal
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I spit out blonde strands of my hair when it flies into my mouth. I release a huff as I bend down and pick up a box from the pile which was unloaded from the truck. I then head back inside the place, watching my step as I went.
"Oh, my dear, you didn't have to!" one of the head organizers calls out to me from across the room, interrupting the instruction she was giving to the rest of the volunteers.
I shoot her a lopsided smile, "are you calling me weak, young lady?"
The grey haired woman named Berta laughs as I make my way to the back. She calls out, "not at all, princess!"
Berta, and the two people she had been instructing, watch me go to the back. One of the two whispers to the other, "ya know she's actually the princess, as in the literal princess of the country."
Gasp, "wait, really? I was gonna say she looks so much like the princess!"
"Yeah, she does cause she is the princess! She volunteers here often."
"Hush you two," Berta chides, "enough gossip!"
I release a breath and roll my shoulders back when I put the heavy box down. I take a moment to stretch and then head to the door to repeat the process. That was until someone walked in, grunting, carrying two boxes in their arms.
"Hey, you need some help there?" I say walking over.
I see blue eyes and dark hair peek from behind the brown object. I offer him a smile and move to get one of the boxes from him.
"It's alright, I've got it," he calls as I move to take one from him.
I give him a quick nod and instead watch him as he puts the boxes down.
When he straightens up, he huffs and turns to me, in time to see my smirk before I speak, "an impressive feat, considering the weight of those boxes, superman."
He catches his breath and returns my expression, exaggeratedly biting his lower lip as he grips one of his biceps, "these guns are no joke."
I snort and raise a hand, "lucky for me, I know how to disassemble artillery."
He pulls his head back, lips still curved up into a smile, "wait, really?"
I nod with a brow quirked, "quicker than you can say Worcestershire."
We share a chuckle because of my words. I then extend my hand to him, saying my name in introduction. He obliges, taking my hand, telling me his name is Tom.
"Do you volunteer here often?" he asks after we withdrawing hands.
I hum and narrow my eyes, "I'd say alternatively would be more appropriate."
"Ah."
"And you?"
"I think, is the third time I've come back here."
I nod, motioning to the door, silently leading us out. I turn to him as I say a quick thank you when opens the door, "is there any particular reason you've come back?"
"Honestly, the people here are kind and I've grown to love the company of the elderly chaps I've met."
I match the smile on his face as we make our way outside to get the rest of the boxes. "Yeah, I'd say the same reasons have drawn me back to this place as well."
"Oh, good," someone calls just before we could exit, making Tom and I turn to the speaker. It was Berta, "you're both here. We need help giving the seniors grub. I'd love it if both my prettiest volunteers gave out the food so they wouldn't be so cranky."
Tom and I chuckle, catching each other's gaze along the way.
"Come on, lovies," she beckons, waving her hands, "I've got enough people on the job for the boxes."
When she walks off, I turn to Tom, who raises a hand, "after you."
I give him a nod and a soft smile as I trail after Berta.
Once we get to the cafeteria, it was apparent they really did need help giving out food, for not only were there many old ladies and gentlemen queued up impatiently, there were very apparent individuals giving the poor youth volunteers a hard time over the food.
Berta gives an exasperated gasp.
I place a hand on her shoulder as I watch the scene that was stressing her out, "I've got it," I mutter, walking over to the elderly gentleman and the young lady he was scolding.
Berta watches the scene play out, as does Tom behind her. Tom cannot help but chuckle at the exaggerated expressions and the big smile that replaces the loud remarks that was being thrown.
Berta lets out a sigh as he watched the periodically difficult man walk off happily, "that girl is truly a gem."
Tom nods, humming softly.
"Come along now, love, the food is not going to serve itself."
After disarming the intense argument, I release a sigh and find my way to the food stall, smiling at Tom who was there, blushing at the compliments the elderly ladies were giving him.
"Quite a popular fellow, aren't you," I tease, coming up to his side, as I ask the next person in line what they wanted to eat.
Tom smiles at the lady that tells him he's got gorgeous blue eyes. I chuckle to myself upon hearing it. He turns to me as he grabs an empty plate, "not nearly as popular as you though. You're clearly a fan favorite. Everyone has been asking me about you."
"Hmm, and what have you been saying?"
His lips curve, "that I have but only met the princess today myself, but I am sure she is as brilliant as they have been describing."
I playfully roll my eyes at him, just as a woman greets me by name and title. I match her small curtsy with a nod, as she then begins to trail off about how much she loved my mother, "I remember watching her wedding in '81. Oh, the princess was such a beauty, and you my dear, are the spitting image of her."
I offer her a smile, "that is truly such a compliment. I do try to be more like her everyday."
She sighs, "such a shame. She was gone too soon."
I nod, "yes. Yes, she was."
After that conversation, I the air between Tom and I became a bit rigid. I couldn't blame him. The topic usually elicits that type of reaction. I work on breaking the ice then.
"Tell me, Tom," I say, once we served the last of the people in line. I lean on the food cart as I turn to the taller man.
He nods and peers down on me, brushing off his sleeves along the way.
"Are you one of the very few people on earth that don't like Princess Diana?"
He chokes on his spit.
I snort, "I mean," I raise my hand in surrender, "I do recall how she kept me from eating chocolates to my hearts content, and I say, I still have a bit of resentment in me over that, even after all these years."
Tom breaks into a fit of laughs. It is enough to break his tension.
I join him with much softer laughter before adding, "or perhaps you're just upset you didn't manage to snag a roll in one of the many biographical shows about my family being produced."
Tom snorts again, pressing his lips tightly.
"I have the ladies over there to thank for the information of you being an actor," I tilt my head to the right.
He gathers himself and allows his chuckles to die down a little before continuing. Tom withholds his laughter as he jokes, "I'm actually rather upset over the fact you haven't seen my work."
I match his sarcastic expression with a sigh, "unfortunately, my time watching on the telly is quite limited. I don't have room for bad acting."
Tom hollers, gripping his chest as he throws his head back in laughter, "ok, now that hurts!"
I shrug, pouting as I pat his shoulder, "the truth hurts."
Before Tom could rebut, I hear my name get called by a woman. I pull away from Tom and spot Lizzie. She was, quite frankly, my biggest fan in the place. I wave to her as she does me. Soon enough, she is beckoning me over.
I nod as I smile at her, turning to Tom after, "duty calls."
"I'll be here waiting," he offers, "you've got this, your grace."
I raise a brow at him as I walk off, "it's your royal highness to you."
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a-little-suga · 2 years
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Yours, Under The Stars
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𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 | 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕦
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Parties are not your thing, they aren’t Yoongi’s either and perhaps its a better idea to ditch the lame halloween party you had both been forced to go to with your long time friend and enjoy your night another way.
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: haunted house, descriptions of realistic spooky things, plenty of fluff, mentions of alcohol, drinking and people in various states of drunkness but its not in detail (mostly used to describe other party goers), two shy introverts pining over each other.
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: Approx 3.9k
𝔸/ℕ: Hello! Here's a fic for my lovely friend @dreamescapeswriting's halloween collaboration! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to write this fic as I've been much busier than I had hoped, but I'm glad I got to write it in the end and partake in the collaboration! Check out the other writers in the collab too. Feedback is appreciated, enjoy!
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Yoongi let out a low humph as he stood in front of the house party he had been dragged along to.
Lights flashed in the windows now and again, while mediocre club music thrummed in the background, surely annoying everyone in the neighborhood with the obnoxious beat.
Why on earth had Yoongi agreed to even come along to such a terrible looking Halloween party? And more importantly, why the fuck had he further agreed to go to a haunted house with his friends?
If only the answer was more unassuming and he could brush it off as a fluke of social need. However, Yoongi knew better and he knew full well why he had agreed to go to the Halloween party that Jungkook and Jimin had pestered him about.
“Oppa,” You had greeted him only a few days prior, slipping into the row of seats that Yoongi was occupying by himself in the lecture theatre.
It wasn’t a particularly busy study hall, and thankfully most people seemed to be minding their own business or working together with some casual chatter.
“Mm?” He hummed out lowly as he lifted his paper cup of bitter, bland and overpriced coffee to his lips and took an unsatisfying sip of the now tepid liquid.
He really needed to find a better cafe than the one on campus.
Normally Yoongi would not have minded your attention or company, but unfortunately trailing behind you and much to your own visible discontent, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were right behind you.
You didn’t even need to finish your sentence, Yoongi knew you were asking him for help in getting the three younger boys off your back. They had been at everyone about the party that some rich second year was throwing for Halloween with the promise of a haunted house attraction in the guest house of his parents’ flashy estate.
Not exactly what home bodies like you and Yoongi took an interest in attending, but the three younger boys knew that and still persisted.
Wordlessly, Yoongi got up from his seat, allowing you to pass by him and settle down on the other side of him so the three boys couldn’t follow you further into the lecture hall row, and instead would have to contend with the grumpy look of displeasure on their hyung’s features.
“If this is about the party, I don’t want to hear it.” He grumbled.
“Come on! Noona is going.” Jungkook whined as he climbed across to situate himself next to Yoongi, causing him to shoot you a look of confusion.
“Well, not really, they put the words in my mouth.” You deflected.
“You said yes.” Jimin grinned evilly, his voice coming from over your shoulder as he had snuck into the row behind yours and leaned over your shoulder.
“You asked me if I wanted to hang out, you never said it was a party.” You huffed.
“Noona we’ll have to pick out Halloween costumes together.” Jungkook insisted.
“And you can do my makeup.” Jimin added, which solicited a sharp glare from Yoongi and a nudge to the ribs from Taehyung.
“I would rather stay home.” You sighed, glancing over at Yoongi who only offered up a sympathetic look.
“Pleeeaaase.” Taehyung spoke up, attempting to win you over with the sweet, doe-like eyes he sent you.
At this point, Yoongi had a headache brewing, not to mention his coffee that was more akin to filtered battery acid was certainly not helping and all he wanted to do was be left in peace and ask you where the hell you got your clearly superior smelling coffee from and maybe take a nap after he was done with this stupid assignment.
“She’s only going if I go and I’m not going.” Yoongi interrupted the cacophony of whining and attempts at persuasion, making them all drop their voices at the announcement.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you thought Yoongi had single handedly saved you from a bustling social engagement, but what neither of you had counted on was Jimin pulling the heavy persuasion card and trying his absolute best to get his way with Yoongi.
And unfortunately for the two of you, it had worked.
Which was why you now found yourself standing next to Yoongi, shivering in the chilly autumn air while wearing a very scratchy, cheap cat costume you had bought quickly one evening on the walk back to your dormitory from the grocery store. Yoongi at least looked nice and warm in his Ravenclaw robes and scarf that he had pulled out for the occasion. “This is ridiculous.” You huffed out. “Mm. At least you look cute.” Yoongi replied quietly before taking a step towards the house. “Come on, all we have to do is show our faces, say hi and half of them will be too drunk to remember that we left early.” He said, waving you along with him. “And what are we going to do after the party?” You asked. “I’ll walk you home, we can stargaze on the way.” Yoongi replied plainly. That definitely sounded more fun than the huge group of people you were exposed to as soon as you were invited into the house.
“You’re here!” Jungkook was the one to greet you, dressed in the same demon costume you had picked for him out of the two he had shown you in class the other day, when he definitely should have been paying attention to the lecturer and not online shopping. Taehyung weaseled himself around the people bustling around the entrance, slipping through to see you both and pull Yoongi into an enthusiastic hug, flashing you a big, boxy grin over his hyung’s shoulder, showing off his Joker makeup.
“You’re so cute!” Jimin gasped, rushing towards you and reaching up to tug at your cat ears. “Ah, so cute.” He gushed. Jin, who’s costume was a doctor, wandered towards you both, amused by how unamused you looked. Jimin was dressed as a vampire and had insisted that you do his makeup for him, suffice to say you hoped you had made him the most convincing vampire at the party. “We’re going to the haunted house soon.” Jungkook told you as he approached you from behind while the others followed, Taehyung reluctant to peel himself away from Yoongi. You let out a sigh at the idea, it was probably the one thing you had been looking forward to the least. “Are you coming with us?” Yoongi asked, Taehyung shaking his head in response. “We just got back from the haunted house.” You heard Hoseok say as a wizard approached, accompanied by a very tall policeman at his side. Namjoon adjusted his policeman hat and nodded. “We almost died.” He said with a voice full of conviction. “We did, it was horrible, I thought I was in hell.” Hoseok agreed.
But as you were pulled along by a slightly tipsy Jimin towards the haunted house that was set up at the back of the rich boy’s estate, watching as people walked out of the building looking somewhere between too dazed on alcohol to understand what they had just walked through or looking utterly terrified, you were positively quaking as you waited in line. Or perhaps it was just because you were cold. It was so cold that you were questioning your choice of outfit and the only reason you were even dressed as a cat in the first place was because it had been between a cat costume or a witch outfit that would have probably passed better as lingerie than a halloween costume.
Wordlessly, Yoongi slipped off his Ravenclaw robes and wrapped them around your shoulders. “You can pretend you took a bad polyjuice potion.” He said, giving you a quick glance, long enough to see the way you smiled all flustered and cute at his kind action. Cat ears or not, you were still adorable just by yourself and sometimes he wondered how you were still single.
Jungkook insisted it was because “noona never goes out” and he would be right, but the fact was that you seemed to pay no interest in socialising unless it was with people you were particularly close to.
You were always so sweet to Yoongi, even when other people in class hadn’t gotten to know him better yet and assumed he was cold and mean and perpetually angry. You saw through his stoicism and didn’t treat him with discomfort or question him for his lack of reaction or outward expression of emotion. You were yourself around him and it made Yoongi feel that much more special, because he didn’t always see you open up with other people the way you did with him.
Not to mention, your coffee always smelled so good. You always came to class with that pretty lilac flask with pusheen stickers all over it and when you took your favourite seat next to Yoongi and popped open the top, sometimes he caught himself taking in the same deep, satisfying breath of the rich coffee scent that you did.
“Noona, don’t be scared, I’ll hold your hand.” Jungkook said, a little too loudly, bringing Yoongi out of his thoughts to see Jungkook getting awfully comfortable with you.
You were friends, you were with the entire group, but Jungkook seemed to have grown quite an attachment to you and Yoongi couldn’t work out if it was a crush or simple admiration.
A groan came from behind you, Jin joining in a bit more as he reached up to adjust the stethoscope around his shoulders. “Aish, we’re not here to listen to you flirt with your noona.” Jin teased. Yoongi could tell you were scared of going into the haunted house, you had mentioned being afraid of it only a couple of days ago when Jimin was trying desperately to have you both come along and now you looked apprehensive as you watched people enter and leave the house.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked you, voice deep and quiet, breath hitting the side of your cheek as he leaned in to speak quietly to you while the others berated and teased each other. “I’ll stick with you, okay?” He reassured you.
“Joon and Hobi didn’t help.” You muttered.
“Joon and Hobi are over dramatic.” Yoongi countered. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” He suddenly asked.
You glanced at him, a look of worry on your features for a moment while you hesitated until you relaxed in his gaze. “I get scared easily and I’ve never been in a haunted house before.” You admitted, barely above a whisper.
Yoongi gave you a sweet, little endearing smile.
“Do you trust me?” Yoongi asked, a hint of sincerity in his voice.
“I trust you, oppa.”
“If you’re afraid you can hold onto me and if you tell me to, I will get you out of there as fast as I can.” He reassured you, voice soft and sweet toned as he gently put his arm around you and gave you a comforting squeeze.
“We’re next.” Jungkook was practically bouncing on the spot.
“I bet the actors they hired are just in subpar makeup and costumes, they won’t be convincing, it’ll be fine.” Jimin attempted to reassure the group.
However, as soon as you stepped into the house and the front door was latched shut behind you, leaving the five of you in such dim lighting that there might as well have not been any lighting at all, you began to feel your heart race.
The distant screech of some poor party goer made you jump, and you found yourself stepping a little closer to Yoongi.
“You go first.” Jin shoved Jimin forwards, though he promptly panicked and managed to circle around Jungkook and situate himself behind the bravest of his friends.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad. I’ve been to a few haunted houses before, they are never really scary.” Jungkook scoffed, confidence thick in his voice as he took a step forward, only for your demon dressed friend to be surprised by the ghoul that greeted you in the hallway and let out a horrifying deathly groan as he shuffled towards you, a little too fast for your liking. “It’ll be fine.” Jimin reaffirmed, voice unconvincing. “Just subpar.”
Jimin was wrong.
It was not fine, nor was it subpar. It was far too realistic for most of you, except for Jungkook and Yoongi who seemed mostly unfazed by the actors and jumpscares. It was noticeable within seconds of walking in how uncomfortable you were, but with the rest of the boys trying their best to drag the two of you deeper into the haunted house, it quickly became apparent that it was too late to turn back now.
Yoongi tried his best to get you through the haunted house and protect you from getting too scared, but when Jungkook had pushed Jin and Jimin into the extended part of the haunted house and left you and Yoongi to finish the tour by yourselves, you were even more on edge than you had been to begin with.
“It’s alright, the exit is just around the corner. We’ll be out of here in a minute.” Yoongi soothed you, taking note of the way you gripped his hand with fear, your free hand clinging to his arm.
He didn’t mind the way you gripped him a little too tight, nor did he complain when you had hidden behind him when a rather convincing and vicious looking axeman had chased you out of a room only five minutes ago.
Yoongi peeked around the corner before gently tugging you along with him into the empty corridor. It was too quiet, but the exit was right there.
Right as you thought you were both safe, there was an ear piercing screech from behind you, sending a chill down your spine.
Turning to look over his shoulder, Yoongi saw a horrible little demon girl running towards you both and in a moment of bravery, Yoongi pulled you with him before he fumbled with the door and pushed you ahead of him outside into the cold air before he joined you and slammed the door shut behind him.
Letting out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding onto, Yoongi looked down to see that you were still holding hands, not that he was about to complain. Now that you weren’t in a situation where you were scared beyond being able to feel any other emotion, it felt quite nice to have his hand in yours.
You were soft and your fingers fitted perfectly between his.
Looking up, Yoongi saw the way you were looking at him with an expression of guilt.
“You okay, jagi?”
The name that left his lips in that deep voice, all rough around the edges only seemed to intensify your attraction to him. There your friend stood, his black hair tousled in a way that showed his undercut, Ravenclaw scarf haphazardly flung over his shoulders after he had almost lost it in the haunted house.
“Oppa, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, voice still a little shaky from fear, that little demon girl had really scared you, but you were quite glad that Yoongi had taken it upon himself to get you both out as soon as he could and let you hide against him.
“It’s nothing.” He smiled softly, squeezing your hand gently. “It was much more intense than I was expecting and I know you were really not comfortable in there.” Yoongi added.
“Let me walk you home, keep you safe from any more ghouls and demons.” He offered, earning him a shy little smile from you. “Maybe you can show me where you get your coffee from on the way there so I can join you in the mornings, if um, if that’s okay?” Yoongi asked, worried that he might have just casually invited himself into your morning routine and it wasn’t exactly polite of him.
“Actually, I make my coffee myself.” You told him. “We could, maybe have breakfast together? I can make you coffee. The ones they serve at the campus cafe-.”
“Tastes like sludge.” Yoongi interrupted, smiling when you let out a giggle and nodded. He was glad that someone else agreed that it was probably the worst coffee he had ever tasted. “Also I want breakfast with you.” Yoongi gave you a little smile. “I’ll bring pastries as compensation for the coffee.” He added.
“You don’t have to, oppa.”
“Mm, I’ll do it anyway.” He settled, knowing that you knew there was absolutely no point in trying to argue with Yoongi over little things like this, he was immovable when he decided on something.
“Are they leaving?” Taehyung asked as he peered over the lip of his cup, Hoseok and Namjoon standing with him and watching from the front porch as you and Yoongi turned away from the house and walked in the direction of the university, hand in hand.
“Looks like it.” Namjoon replied.
“They’re holding hands.” Taehyung observed.
“It’s about time.” Hoseok grinned. “She makes hyung happy.”
“Think Jungkook will be mad?” Namjoon asked, eliciting a boxy grin and a chuckle from Taehyung.
“Jiminie and Jungkook have been trying to provoke Yoongi-hyung into asking her out for months.” He admitted, causing Namjoon to sigh and shake his head fondly at Taehyung.
“The stars are pretty tonight.” You spoke barely above a whisper, stopping in the middle of the pathway to look up at the night sky. You had walked down a couple of blocks and you were far enough away now that you couldn’t hear the party anymore. “Mm, really pretty.” Yoongi agreed, stopping beside you, hand in hand still. His gaze however, was not on the stars and instead he was paying far more attention to you.
Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him, only to see the loving expression on his features, eyes softened, lips slightly upturned into a little smile, his kind face warm with adoration as he took you in. His gaze sent a flustered warmth through you, bringing a shy smile to your lips, he was handsome, so much so that just looking at him seemed to make you flustered and shy.
At first you had thought your crush on Min Yoongi was a simple friendly crush, one that would fizzle out and fade as the university year would go on. But as your friendship had grown stronger, so did your attraction to Yoongi and it was only solidified when you accidentally let slip the word that internally weakened your stoic friend.
Oppa.
It made his cheeks warm with a gentle blush and made the unusual feeling of butterflies flutter through him, much to his surprise.
You made him soft and Yoongi loved it.
“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled the words out, presumably not on purpose from the way he looked at you with sudden shock. “What?” You whispered. “What?” Yoongi tried to smooth it over, but you had already heard him and the expression on your features softened as you met his eyes. There was a moment of quiet, tense yet not unbearable as you carefully chose your words. “Tell me more.” You whispered. Yoongi’s shoulders relaxed a little, fingers tightening around yours just a little. “I like you.” He said gruffly, but you knew there was more behind his deep stare. “Tell me more, oppa, please?” You coaxed him, eyes soft and persuasive. The way you breathed out the words almost made Yoongi lose control, but he was measured and with a heavy swallow and a breath of cold air, he let his confidence through.
“You’re all I want.” The words were hushed, his deep tone rumbling through his chest as he spoke, words brushing lightly against your skin. “Then make me yours, Yoongi.” You murmured in response, fingers lowering down to his chest, gripping onto his soft Hogwarts jumper. He smirked at you, a soft huff of amusement passing his lips as he looked down at you, his hand gently tugging you closer to him.
“Can I kiss you, jagi?” Yoongi asked, edging closer, but still keeping some space between you in case this wasn’t what you wanted.
But the way your eyes deepened, lips parting with anticipation, breath catching at the back of your throat was telling.
“Oppa,” The name tumbled past your lips, heart leaping at the name he had just used, you reached for him slowly, nervously, yet there was need in your eyes. You wanted Yoongi, you needed him but the words were difficult to say aloud.
“Please.” You breathed out, and that was all it took for him to close the gap between you and gently take you into his arms, holding you carefully.
Leaning in, Yoongi captured your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands carefully holding you against him, light enough that you could pull away, but you only drew in, trailing your fingers over his chest to rest at his shoulders as your lips moved with his.
Yoongi felt soft against you, warm, accompanied by the earthy, fresh scent of his cologne. His hair was silky against your fingers as your touch roamed higher, settling at the nape of his neck and tugging gently at the strands that settled between your fingers. Your touch rewarded you with a low groan, soft but rough around the edges, chest vibrating against you as Yoongi deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours in languid motions, lips plush and soft as his grip on your waist tightened slightly, fingers pressing against your back.
Yoongi kissed you breathless, slow and gentle, creating a haze between you that only pulled you in for more. His touch was addictive, his hot breath against your lips between kisses was intoxicating, pulling you in deeper until slowly, you surfaced, breathing a little laboured, cheeks warm to the touch, eyes soft and hazy as you looked up at him, meeting Yoongi’s gentle gaze.
“I’ll take you on a real date tomorrow, I promise.” Yoongi spoke quietly, a genuine air to his words. “I’d like that.” You nodded, shyness gripping you and making it difficult to look him in the eyes. “What if you’re only kissing me for my coffee?” You teased, trying to ease yourself and earning you a soft laugh and a hint of his gummy smile. “I’m not, but your coffee does look incredible. I want to try some and maybe kiss the barista.” “Tomorrow morning while everyone is still in their post alcohol sleep we can have some quiet coffee.” You suggested. “Mm, that sounds perfect, jagi. I want that with you.” Yoongi breathed out. “Let’s go home so tomorrow can come faster. I’m tired.”
And with his arm around your shoulders, the gentle rustle and crunch of leaves beneath each step as you walked along the path that led home, you were just a little bit glad that the boys had forced the two of you along to that party, because now you were his.
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ahh that's amazing! thank you in advance. I got this idea into my head: what if there is this one time they're all on a call, and maybe it's something that hits a little too close to home for Buck, maybe it's playing on his fears and insecurities, but the moment Buck sees what they're dealing with he gets SCARED, and freezes, and subconsciously grabs Eddie's hand, because Eddie makes him feel safe. He is his best friend (who he's in love with, ofc) after all. Eddie is well. Surprised. Very much.
Anon! Thank you so much for your patience with this one! I know it's been ages since you sent it in. I hope it's worth the wait and that I did justice to your prompt! (CW: drowning)
Eddie feels Buck tense up beside him as soon as Bobby tells them where they're going: Splash Zone Water Park. They have calls to pools fairly often, and Buck always gets a little bit tense going into it, no matter how long it’s been since the tsunami. Eddie presses his knee against Buck’s in the truck, offering a silent comfort to his friend. Buck seems to push down his fears by the time they pull up to the scene, forcing himself to shift into Firefighter Buckley mode as they make their way through the park. Eddie lets himself be relieved, until they arrive in front of the wave pool.
Of course it’s the goddamn wave pool. Even worse, there’s a nine year old boy laid out on the stone patio next to the pool, dripping wet, brown hair plastered to his forehead. He’s unconscious, bleeding from the side of his head, and his chest isn't rising and falling like it should be. Buck freezes immediately at the sight, reaching out for Eddie with his right hand, and wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s left wrist. It takes Eddie a moment to realize that Buck is feeling for his pulse, grounding himself.
Eddie does his best to steady his breathing and heart rate once he realizes what Buck is doing. The sight in front of them is upsetting to him, of course it is, but he knows it’s worse for Buck. He’s not the one who walked around for hours not knowing if Christopher was dead or alive. He’s not the one who almost died himself (at least, not that day.) “It’s okay,” he murmurs quietly, so only Buck can hear. “I’m here, I’m alive. That’s not Christopher.” It’s purely a medical call at this point, so he makes no attempt to move away from Buck as Hen and Chimney begin administering CPR to the boy. His mother is crying, wailing, begging them to save him. His lips are turning blue. Buck’s grip on Eddie’s wrist is like a vice.
“We got a pulse!” Hen finally calls out.
Buck’s grip doesn’t loosen, but Eddie does hear him let out of a heavy breath. He twists his hand out of Buck’s grip just enough that he can slide his arm up, so Buck is no longer holding his wrist, but is holding his hand. He gives Buck’s hand a firm squeeze and finally hazards a glance up at the man in question. Buck is staring at their intertwined hands now, confused. At least, Eddie decides, he’s distracted from the drowning boy. He runs his thumb along the back of Buck’s hand, in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.
He knows they’re crossing some kind of line here, that hand holding in the middle of an emergency scene (even one where their presence turned out not to be strictly necessary) is not something that he’ll be able to brush off as strictly platonic. It doesn’t scare him like it used to, though. Maybe it’s because he watched Buck date Taylor, so he knows how much worse it would be to not have Buck, or maybe it’s all the therapy he’s been in since the shooting. Either way, Eddie’s not afraid anymore. He and Buck have been on the edge of something--or maybe everything--for months, so if holding Buck’s hand will help ground him, keep his mind from thrusting him back in time, then it’s a risk Eddie is willing to take.
Hen and Chimney are loading the boy into the ambulance--he is breathing again, still unconscious and probably severely concussed, but alive--when Bobby finally makes his way over to them. He takes in the haunted look in Buck’s eyes, and the fact that their hands are still tightly clasped together, and frowns.
“You boys alright?” He asks, but he’s looking at Buck.
Buck nods slowly. “I--Yeah. Just...Brought up some bad memories.”
“This was a rough one,” Bobby agrees. “I’m gonna take us off rotation for a while when we get back to the station.”
“Thanks, Cap,” Eddie says. Buck doesn’t say anything.
Bobby smiles in that warm, fatherly way of his, looking between them. “Take care of each other.”
As if there’s any universe where they wouldn’t.
Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck’s hand until they get back to the station, and only because he needs two hands to cook.
“I’m not hungry,” Buck says, still hovering in Eddie’s space.
“You were about to eat before the call came in,” Eddie insists gently. “You need to eat.”
“And you’re gonna cook for me?” Buck shakes his head. “I think I’ll take my chances with starvation.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, pulling out a griddle and a clean spatula. “I think I can handle grilled cheese, Buck.”
Buck’s mouth opens and closes in surprise. “Grilled cheese?”
“Maddie may have mentioned making it for you a lot growing up.” Eddie flushes slightly at having to admit he’s talked to Maddie about Buck. “I thought it would be comforting.”
Buck stares at him, eyes wide and mouth turning up into a tentative smile. “Yeah, it is.”
“Good,” Eddie smiles back. “Now, go sit down.”
Eddie bustles about the kitchen, pulling out the good buttermilk bread that Chimney always buys instead of the whole wheat bread that Bobby puts on the list, the pre-sliced cheddar cheese, and the butter. “After we eat, how about we video call Christopher?” It’s late in the afternoon, he’ll be home from school by now.
Buck lets out a long exhale. “Yes, please.”
Eddie flips the bread slices on the griddle and places the cheese slices on the toasted side. “Great.”
“I--” Buck starts. “I didn’t know how to ask.”
Eddie looks up from the sandwiches. “How to ask for what?”
“To talk to Christopher,” Buck draws patterns on the tabletop with his index finger. “I know I’m not--He’s not mine.”
Eddie doesn’t say anything at first, just plates up the sandwiches, brings them over to the table, and sits down next to Buck, who takes a small, tentative bite.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“What?”
“You said Christopher isn’t yours,” Eddie picks up his sandwich, but doesn’t bite into it. “I don’t think that’s true.”
Buck is staring at him again, confused.
“Look, I don’t know what we are anymore, Buck,” Eddie admits. “Things are different between us now, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that you love Christopher, and that he loves you just as much. If that doesn’t give you a right to call him, to reassure yourself that he’s okay, then I don’t know what does.”
“I…” Buck’s eyes fill with tears.
"It's okay, Buck." Eddie reaches over to wipe Buck's tears with his thumb. “Just eat your grilled cheese."
Buck does as he’s told, making it halfway through the sandwich in three bites. “You know, there’s no law that says we have to wait until we finish eating to call Christopher.”
Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking up from his own half-eaten lunch. “Will you actually finish eating if we call now?”
“Absolutely.” Buck takes a big bite to prove his point. “See?” He says, through a mouthful of food. Something so childish shouldn’t be so endearing, and yet, somehow it is.
Helpless, Eddie pulls out his phone. Carla answers on the second ring. “You better have a good reason for interrupting math homework.”
“I do.” Eddie assures her. “Can you put Chris on?”
Carla gives him a look, but does as he asks. Christopher is grinning--probably excited to have his math homework interrupted “Hi, Dad!”
“Hey, kid.” Eddie can’t help but return his son’s smile. “How’s the math homework going?”
Christopher’s smile falters slightly. “Oh, it’s good.”
Somehow Eddie doesn’t totally believe that, but it’s not important now. “Listen, I’ve got somebody here who wants to say ‘hi’, is that okay?”
The boy’s smile comes back even wider than before. “Is it Buck?”
“Yeah,” Buck says, loud enough that the phone can catch it. “It’s me.”
“Hand the phone to Buck, Dad!” Christopher is bouncing with excitement. “Hand the phone to Buck!”
He does, scooching his chair closer so he can still see the screen himself, and before Buck can even greet Christopher, the kid is launching into a monologue.
“Buck! Dr. Lassiter assigned us a big, semester-long project for science class, can you pleeeaaase help me with it? I want to build a model of the solar system, but it has to be totally accurate.”
The tension Buck's body has been holding onto since the phrase “water park” fell from Bobby’s lips is finally starting to fade.
“Absolutely. Do we want it to move?”
Christopher’s eyes widen on screen. “Yes!”
Buck laughs. “Well then, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”
Eddie smiles softly, as Buck and Christopher begin planning their project. He knows he must look like a lovesick fool, but to be fair, that’s what he is. He rests one hand over the crook of Buck’s elbow, and doesn’t miss the pink that appears across his cheeks.
“Alright, you three,” that’s Carla’s voice, “Somebody still has math homework to finish, and I’m sure you boys will have to get back to work soon.”
Eddie sighs. Carla is right, unfortunately. But Buck looks lighter than he has all day. “We better do what Carla says.”
“Will you come over after work?” Christopher asks. They won't get off until after Christopher will already be at school, so Buck will probably go to his loft after work. But Eddie doesn’t doubt now that Christopher has asked, Buck will manage to make it over to their house by the time Christopher is home from school. He wonders if it's too soon to ask Buck to sleep in his bed, instead of going to his loft at all. It's yet another line to cross, but at this point Eddie's lost track of all the lines they've crossed.
“You bet,” is Buck’s answer. “Now get back to your math!”
“Okay, dad,” Christopher says, rolling his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s meant to be a joke at Buck’s expense, but Eddie can see the breath catching in Buck’s throat all the same, so he pulls the phone from his hand and takes over.
“Good-bye, Christopher! We love you!”
“Bye Dad! Bye Buck! I love you guys, too.”
Buck finds his voice again. “Bye Superman!”
“So,” Eddie says, putting the phone down. “Do you feel better now?”
“Eddie…” Buck hesitates, dropping his hand down so it rests over Eddie’s. His skin is warm and rough and unlike earlier Eddie can actually enjoy the feeling. “Thank you.” He’s thanking Eddie for more than just the grilled cheese and the phone call, and Eddie knows it.
His answer is simple. He turns his hand over, and interlocks their fingers. “Always, Buck.”
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bittersweetmorality · 3 years
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— aizawa boyfriend headcannons
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☾ genre: headcannons
☾ pairing: aizawa shota x gn!reader
☾ warnings: none !! all fluff ! (hints at manga spoilers, but no details or anything about it is actually said)
☾ a/n: HIHI ! i have like 9 other drafts that i’m working on and they’re all for Bungou Stray Dogs 😁 but enjoy this Aizawa brainrot i love him gn.
☾ ALSO ! NSFW headcannons for aizawa will be coming soon as a separate post !!
☾ W/C: 1,373
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— SFW
okay i’m sick of all the mfs that say that aizawa is just an emotionless asshole
HE. IS. NOT.
ON MY MAMA HE IS A SWEETHEART DEEP DOWN. IN HIS OWN WAY.
he’s not really outwardly affectionate— especially not at first
mostly because his love language is acts of service and words of affirmation
no i will not take criticism because i am right
HOWEVER of course i shall elaborate 😁
he is a bitter man because of his past (if y’all read the MHA manga... you know 😐.)
but he would not insult someone he genuinely cares about
and obviously he cares about you bae
so words of affirmation is a constant with him— and honestly it just comes out naturally, he doesn’t even force it
and it’s a lot of reassurance too— reminding you that he does care about you despite the fact that he isn’t very good at expressing it
he also doesn’t explicitly say that he loves you most of the time, just ‘cause he’s afraid of the term yaknow
he kinda plays around with words that basically mean the same thing tho 😁
“i’m very proud of you”
“you’re the only one i want”
“how are you feeling?”
“do you need anything from me? are you tired?”
speaking of which
his love language of acts of service said HELLOOOO
he just wants you to be happy and comfortable
but he’s also pretty lazy 😐
so it’s kinda acts of service but in the back of his mind he hopes that the things that make you happy n comfy are easily attainable 🧍
but when i say he’s lazy and that isn’t gunna change for ANYONE .
🧍.
yeah sorry
my mans wants his naps regardless if you want attention like just nap with him
he’s very very okay with that
AND UHHH CUDDLING .
he isn’t big on like hugs or pda or holding hands when it comes to physical affection
but CUDDLING WHILE NAPPING AND SLEEPING?? YES.
he loves that so much omg
like he knows that you’re alone and he’s allowed to be vulnerable around you, and no one is around except the two of you
and your cats
but we’ll get that later
he’s always the big spoon
not because he’s embarrassed or anything he doesn’t really give a fuck about shame in this situation
he just finds it more comfy to hold you rather than the other way around
because he cuddled his pillow for so long that’s just his natural sleeping position
you can tear that headcannon from my cold dead hands and i don’t want to hear it outta any of you
anyway
he’s such a heavy sleeper that he does NOT move an INCH at night
so if you ever have to get up to pee or just generally move around a lot while you sleep he doesn’t care
it literally cannot bother him 😐 he is dead to the world
also he doesn’t dream at all he just 😐 he sleep
he likes to hear about your dreams though if you have them ^_^ you guys talk all about it in the morning and the way he looks at you when you talk ☹️🥺
like in any situation ☹️🥺 he just listening to you talk about things you enjoy— he could listen to your voice all day
he doesn’t really reply much, but you know he’s listening
ANYWAY back to the CATS !!
you have two cats
one cat favors aizawa and one favors you
it’s no surprise that the cat that likes aizawa more has the same personality as you, and the cat that has the same personality as aizawa likes you more
obviously they love you both but like, if they had to choose a lap while you’re both on the couch, you can guess what happens
he loves the cats so much
genuinely he worries for them all the time
the only time he calls you is to check on the cats when he randomly gets anxious about them
“hi. are you home right now?”
“yes hun, i’m on my lunch break,”
“are the cats okay?”
“...yes they’re with me right now?”
“are you sure.”
“.....do you want me to put them up to the phone?”
“yes.”
anyway DATES.
they’re mostly lazy dates (obviously)
he likes the casual aspect of relationships, so that extravagant shit is wasted on him, especially when it comes to dates
he likes to order in, or cook (preferably with you) and watch a movie with the cats
the cats are in fact a requirement
and yes he will cuddle you on the couch while the movie plays, and honestly sometimes he finds himself barely focusing on the movie, just looking down at you laying on his chest and simply admiring you
he's a softie deep down
a big fat softie
also kisses with aizawa???
soft. so Soft™
he's just a very delicate person at heart, so kisses are just the same
he cups your cheeks and plants kisses on your lips and nose all. the. time.
he loves kisses but usually he doesn't initiate them, so you better grow some BALLS and kiss your man
he will kiss you right back instantly
he also isn't very private about his life
but also?? kind of??
like he definitely doesn't make any effort to hide his relationship with you from the rest of the UA staff and students, but obviously he isn't parading you around and shouting from the rooftops
he finds it really stupid for someone to actively hide their significant other from people
like??? make sure to tell people they're yours?? why would you hide that you dumbass
speaking of which aizawa is super protective
he DEF isn't possessive, like "don't you dare talk to that guy or i will kill him" type like some of y'all make him out to be
i see you and i hate you .
he just wants to keep you safe, so he looks out for you constantly
he trusts you not to be possessive, but his natural instincts from past trauma (again, manga reader know) make him look out for people he cares about
and that always includes you
OVERALL
100/10 boyfriend someone kiss him for me </3
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"shota?" you called from the kitchen, trying to gather all of the snacks you had organized onto the counter in your arms. there were too many bags, so many that it would definitely be impossible for you to carry them all in one go-- and that was obvious, since every attempt to gather everything was futile. you groaned as the items tumbled out of your grasp for the umpteenth time, "shota, hun can you help?"
"hm? what's wrong?" you heard a monotonous grunt from the living room.
"i can't carry everything myself, and i really don't feel like taking multiple trips," there was no response. you sighed, "pleeeaaase??"
"i'm busy. my hands are full too."
"ugh, he's sitting on the couch, what could he possibly be busy with?" you mutter to yourself through your teeth.
finally, you decide to simply create a makeshift bag out of your shirt, flipping it up inside-out. you quickly place all of your snacks, and speed to where your lazy boyfriend sat in the other room to stop anything from falling.
you aimlessly let everything tumble out of your grasp, the sounds of plastic hitting your wooden coffee table in front of the couch.
"see? you didn't need my help," you could hear the smug smile on his face even if you weren't looking.
"well, you know how much easier it would've been if y-" you begin to whine, but as you look up to face aizawa completely, you realize why he refused to get up. two little cats were curled up on his blanket-covered lap, their bellies rising and falling gently. you tentatively made your way to sit beside him, carefully plopping onto the cushion.
"so you really were busy then, huh?"
he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to lean your head into the crook of his neck, careful not to move his lap in the process, "well, you know i wouldn't lie to you."
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the-karma-cafe · 4 years
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drunk!reader x obey me
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a/n: i said, yknow what ? i am gonna simp for every goddamn character in this game. so naturally my hand slipped n i wrote mindless stuff for all of them. sorry for the weird jumping around - i wanted to get to as many characters as i could
My head slowly nodded above the counter, the alcohol taking hold of my body. I hummed, gulping down the last of my drink.
I felt something touch my hair and I looked over, squinting at the person beside me. “Asmo?” I asked.
“Aww, looks like someone can’t hold their drink, hm?” Asmodeus cooed, twirling a strand of my hair around his slender finger.
I mustered up a small smile. “You got me.” I lifted up my head to look around at everyone else. They sat at different places in the room, but all mingled happily in varying degrees of intoxication.
I went to prop up my head with my hand, missing the first time. “You’re all so pretty. I dunno how I function most of the time.”
Asmo blinked, watching me carefully. “Who do you think is the prettiest?”
I gave a short laugh. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that one.”
“Whaat~! If not me then who!” He whined loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the others.
I felt an arm come to a rest on my head none too gently. My head stumbled from its perch on my hand and I glared up at the offending demon. Mammon grinned down at me, “Figures you’d get drunk first, MC.”
I fingered his tie before abruptly pulling him down to my eye level. “Wanna say that to my face?”
Bright red filled his cheeks, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Uh,” he started smartly.
Asmodeus clapped gleefully. “Ooh~ They’re sexy when they’re drunk. We should do this more often.”
I ignored him, releasing Mammon from my hold and ruffling his hair instead. So soft... “I’m teasing. ‘Course I’d be the first to go off the deep end.” I giggled softly.
His blush only increased. He cleared his throat, backing away from me. “Right, heh, I knew that. As if you could intimidate the great Mammon anyway.” He scoffed, looking away to take a deep swig of his drink.
Barbatos appeared in front of us from behind the bar. He smiled kindly. “Looks like I’ll be cutting you off for the night.” He swiped my glass from me to go clean it.
“Wha~!” I whined at him, making grabby motions for my glass. “That’s not fair, everyone else gets theirs!”
“You’re starting to sound like Levi.” Belphie yawned, taking my hand lightly. His thumb smoothed slow circles over the back, calming me slightly.
I smiled up at him wordlessly, a little dazed, squeezing his hand back.
Levi frowned in response, muttering something like, “I don’t sound like that,” but was ignored.
Barbatos turned back around, cleaning the glass with a rag. “I’m afraid that’s just the way it is! Diavolo’s orders.”
I smiled shyly, walking my fingers across the counter towards him. “Any way I could convince you?”
Mammon did a spit-take and Barbatos’s eyes widened. An amused smile teased his lips. He gently grasped my hand, pulling it up to his face. He brushed a kiss across my knuckles, winking. “Maybe another time, MC.”
Mammon shouted nonsense in the background. Pink dusted across my features. “Oho, I see you, Barb~” I fluttered my fingers at him.
He straightened up and nodded politely, returning to the sink behind him.
A spoon poked my cheek. I frowned, glancing to my side. Asmodeus was gone and had been replaced by Beelzebub. A bowl of steaming soup sat in front of him. He looked at me expectantly.
I sniffed it. It smelled heavenly. I took the spoon into my mouth, greedily drinking its contents. Beel smiled approvingly. Mammon almost burst a blood vessel behind us, being held back by Asmodeus. “What is that?” I asked, intrigued.
He took another sip. “Soup. Barbatos said the stuff in it helps prevent hangovers. Figured you’d need some.”
“Awww~” I leaned closer. “You take such good care of me, Beel. What would I do without you?”
His eyes glanced from his soup to my eyes to my lips. “Um,” he muttered. “Probably be hungry.”
I smiled fondly, tapping his nose lightly. “You’re adorable.”
A light blush rose in his cheeks. “Oh.. thank you. You… look tasty?”
It was my turn to blush. I knew he didn’t register that remark as anything other than food-related but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from snaking into my mind. I smirked, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Wanna find out?”
His eyes widened and his lips parted to say something, but he was interrupted by a rather loud slap. I whirled around, or tried, to see Satan hitting Mammon upside the head. “Be quiet, what’s all the fuss about?”
I giggled, drawing his attention. His gaze softened. “Ah, I see. And here you said you were going to control yourself tonight.”
I pushed up from my seat, wobbling slightly. His hands jumped to steady me. I smiled gratefully, bringing my arms up to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Satan~” I chuckled. “Pfft, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”
The faintest blush decorated his cheeks, his hands finding my waist. “I can’t imagine why.” He teased, cracking a smile.
I squealed, bringing my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “You’re so cute!! Gah, I can’t take it.” His blush darkened a bit, his head slightly leaning into my touch. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nope! Can’t take that much cuteness at once. Sorry~”
I felt him rumble with laughter. “I can’t really take offense to that.”
He glanced up to see Lucifer marching over, a particularly murderous look on his face. Satan’s smile curled into an impish grin. He pulled me close without warning, earning a small yelp from me. My hands flew from his face to behind him, grasping at the back of his neck for stability. My eyes snapped open to stare up at him. My face turned redder than it already was. “Well I know I didn’t just get a hug for no reason.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching curiously as his eyes slightly lulled close at the touch. “What’s the occasion?”
He smirked, “Guess.”
I turned in his grasp to see Lucifer walking towards us. I smiled toothily, waving at the stronger demon. “Hey-o, Lucy~”
Lucifer paused in his tracks, staring at me incredulously. Mammon burst out laughing. “Lucy! Hah, that’s rich!” Levi and Asmodeus shared in his laughter. A couple of the others hid grins of their own.
Satan squeezed me lightly. “Cute.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered, involuntarily leaning towards his warmth.
Lucifer resumed his angry stride. I squinted, barely seeing an outline of purple around him. He approached Satan and cleared his throat. Apparently, he didn’t have an idea for what to do when he actually got here. Satan smirked. “What, you want ‘em?”
He nodded. “Clearly you all cannot be trusted with them.” He grabbed my arm, twirling me into his chest. I thudded against him, my hands feeling at his chest in wonder. Is Lucy just rock? Are all demons made of rock? Is Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson a demon? No way, he’s too pure for that… or is he……… “I will take them back to their room.”
I snapped from my thoughts at that. “No!” I protested, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna stay!”
Lucifer peered down at me, thinly-veiled concern clouding his gaze. “You must be tired?” He asked.
I shook my head wildly, pinning him with a pleading look. His expression and grasp on me softened further as I ran my hands up his chest. “No! Super awake. Please let me stay. Pleeeaaase~?” I wheedled, hoping puppy-dog eyes worked on him.
Lucifer held my gaze for a beat, his eyes tracing my features worriedly, before sighing in acquiescence. I hopped up happily, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping him up in a hug. “Thank you, Lucy~” I cooed into his ear, feeling him shudder a bit beneath me. He patted my back mechanically and I pulled away, my eyes settling on Diavolo a bit behind Lucifer.
“Deee-ah-vo-lo~” I grinned, skipping up to him.
His eyes sparkled with interest as he considered me. “Yes, MC? You’re enjoying your time here this evening, I take it?”
I nodded brightly “Of course I am.” I paused, biting my lip. “I wish I got to see you more often, Dee.”
He blinked. “Dee?” He echoed.
My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Diavolo is such a mouthful I’ve taken to just referring to you as ‘Dee’ in my head. I’m so sorry!”
Diavolo chuckled goodnaturedly. “That’s fine, MC. It’s a cute nickname.”
“For a cute demon.” I winked.
He nodded, playing along. “Precisely.”
“What, he gets a cute nickname but I don’t?” Levi muttered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear, although I doubted that was intentional. I turned and advanced on him. He blinked in surprise, slightly red at the attention. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”
I nodded, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Yep! But worry not! You already have a cute nickname, Levi-chan.” I affectionately tacked on the honorific. This pacified him slightly.
“That does sound cuter.” He nodded approvingly.
I held up a hand. “Of course it does!” Levi’s eyes brightened as he slapped my hand in a high-five. His following fist pump of victory launched him into a spiel about his newest animated obsession.
Solomon and Simeon approached, polite smiles decorating their handsome features. I nearly swooned. “Hello, MC.” Simeon greeted, his eyes dancing mirthfully over my current state.
I nodded weakly. “You guys are very pretty.”
Solomon’s eyebrows raised at that. “Not the greeting I expected, but,” he smoothed his features over, “not unwelcome~” he teased.
Simeon chuckled. “Aren’t you charming. It’s taking a lot to resist inviting you up to my room tonight~”
My face glowed red. “O-Oh, holy shit you are way too attractive for me to know how to respond to that coolly.”
He barked a laugh. “You’ll always be cool to me, MC.”
“Thank you!”
Mammon broke free of Asmo’s grasp and interrupted the conversation, circling me in his arms. “No touchin’! Grrr!” He growled at the non-demons.
I tugged at Mammon’s tie again, making him squeak a bit. He bent over my shoulder. “What’d I do this time!” I turned my head to face him.
And promptly pressed a kiss to his lips.
My stomach somersaulted, either from the alcohol or the kiss. Some whoops could be heard around us, mostly from Simeon and Diavolo. Mammon sprang into action, bringing me closer to him, his hands finding my waist. I played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him hum happily in response.
A hand pulled Mammon from me. Lucifer frowned at him disapprovingly. Mammon’s expression was downright giddy. “I got a kiss.” He boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. “None o’ y’all can say that, heh!”
Satan spoke up from his seat on the couch next to us. “Well I definitely won’t be bested by you.” He seized my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.
“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise. One of his slender fingers guided my chin up towards his face.
His eyes glittered as he looked down at me. “Can I kiss you, MC?” I nodded eagerly. He poorly hid his victorious smirk and caught my lips with his. I melted in his embrace, shifting on him to card my fingers through his hair.
Mammon shrieked in dismay beside us.
Thin but strong arms pried me off of Satan. I sighed at the loss. “What was that for~” I whined, “put me back.” I made grabby hands at Satan. He was blushing! He smiled, waggling his fingers at me.
My attacker whirled me around, almost making me nauseous. Asmodeus faced me, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t tell me you think Satan is the prettiest of all of us. I mean, c’mon, MC! Look at me!” He gestured at himself confidently. “I bet you want a kiss from me, too, huh?”
I shrugged. “I’ll kiss anyone here.”
His eyes widened at this. “Really?”
“Have you seen the people here? Is that rhetorical?”
“Point taken!” He laughed. “Free MC kisses!” He shouted to the group, earning some head-turns. Mammon sulked in the corner, growing mushrooms.
Asmodeus cupped my face sweetly. “Aww, you look so cute with your face all red like this.” His face neared and he pressed our lips together. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, a welcome outcome for me, but was pushed aside. “Hey I wasn’t done~!” He complained.
Before me was Beel. He held up another spoonful of soup. “Less kissing, more eating.”
I grinned. “If I take another bite will you kiss me?” I spoke mostly just to tease him. Mostly.
He blinked, growing pink again. “Oh… alright.” He fed me another spoonful, his lips following the hot soup soon after. I hummed into him. Delicious. I tugged at his jacket, desperate for more. He indulged me, but kept the soup level in his hand behind me. His tongue slipped into my mouth curiously and I gasped, pulling away from him when I remembered the people watching. He frowned at the loss, licking his lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”
I laughed. “Pretty sure that’s just the soup, but thanks.”
“That’s enough.” A gruff voice spoke up. I felt my world spin as I was swept into someone’s arms. Lucifer held me bridal style. “This ridiculous game ends now. I am putting MC to bed.”
Some boos resounded throughout the room and I giggled, waving to no one in particular. “I’ll kiss you later~!” I reassured everyone. I earned whoops in response and grinned widely.
Lucifer scoffed and swept me from the room.
It was much quieter outside and I felt the fatigue of the night start to set in. I yawned, readjusting in his arms. My eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t mind, do ya, Luce?”
He glanced down at me fondly. “Of course not.” He whispered so softly I barely caught it.
I smiled in response. “Yer just a big softie. Y’ain’t slick.”
His chest grew a bit rigid against me. “I am not.. a ‘softie.’”
“Mhm.”
Lucifer frowned at that. He nudged open the door to my room and cast me on the bed unceremoniously. “Oof!” I looked up at him through lidded eyes. “That could’ve been sweeter.”
He grinned condescendingly. “I did say I wasn’t a softie.”
I rolled my eyes. “C’mere ya big softie.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him down to my level. He made a small noise of surprise in his throat, his gaze catching mine. I grinned impishly. “Aw, I’ve got you right where I want you. Now what’re you gonna do?”
A low growl bubbled up from his chest. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed atop me in one swift movement. I gasped. His face was even closer to mine now, a confident smirk twisting his lips. “I should be the one saying that.”
My eyes dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”
He chuckled. “You’ve been doing a lot of that tonight, are you sure you can handle more?”
I scoffed. “It’s a kiss not sex I think I’ll be oka-“
He cut me off with a searing kiss and I sighed into his mouth happily. I could fall asleep like this. Another wave of fatigue washed over me. Oh… I am going to fall asleep like this.
As if reading my mind, Lucifer parted from me. “I’ll have someone bring you something in the morning for your hangover.” My eyes slid shut and I hummed noncommittally. I felt his soft lips touch my forehead and I smiled, snuggling into my sheets.
“Goodnight, MC.”
a/n: can you tell who my favorites are dskfh
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allbrodennis · 3 years
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pleeeaaase update your older davekat fics, or at least tell us if they’re on hiatus/abandoned :((
it’s great to see new stuff, but when there’re fics that are halfway done/almost done and just need that extra push/barely started but are looking promising, it kind of pushes my hopes down
i understand if it’s taxing and/or you’ve lost interest in fics, but please let us know so we aren’t kept waiting for updates
ok, this kind of comment/request is rude and inappropriate for several reasons
1) i write fics for fun and for free. this aint a job, im not getting paid, therefore i will do what i want to, when i want to, on my own timeline. you are not entitled to my labor in any way whatsoever and i am a human being with a life and other interests, i dont exist to write fics for you. 
2) you dont have to read my incomplete fics! if it bothers you, just dont read them. you are responsible for your own reading experience.
btw comments like this can be really detrimental to an author’s creativity. when someone complains that one of my fics is incomplete or pesters me for an update, it just makes me even less likely to want to finish that fic. im glad you have been enjoying my work but i dont want to receive comments like this.
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spookypotato · 3 years
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Hey! It's the 20th of January! Perfect time for me to finally post my secret santa fic I might have forgotten about right? Absolutely. So here it goes :)
This was and is still for megss (@charginger)
I also wrote her a poem and I thought I would include it :)
Your Secret Santa, it is I,
so okay, I would really lie,
if I were to tell you I would have guessed,
that you would be a bit more impressed.
Anyway this is the big reveal,
the time for my identity to unseal,
Hey, I'm Veronika, I hope you like what I made,
may it help the christmas cheer to not fade!
I had two assistants, I shall not forget,
@ninak803 and @marauderss-hp only because of them it's finally set.
there might be mistakes, at least so I worry,
my english isnt perfect, I am sorry.
Merry Christmas! you wonderful snowflake,
now read to find out what Sirius might bake!
cw: food
Hope's favourite cookies
"Hurry, Remus.", Sirius was running around in the kitchen, trying to find ingredients for their christmas cookies.
"I am, I am, although I dont think this is exacly an important task, right now."
"Remus, mon loup", he stilled for a short moment and placed a kiss on Remus' nose, "This will be my first christmas with your family. It needs to be perfect. They need to like me.", he stated, like it was obvious and began looking over the recipe, mumbling to himself.
"I'm pretty sure, you're like their favourite non-related person in the world-", realizing Sirius wasn't even listening and carefully pouring the exact amount of flour in the bowl they needed, Remus trailed off.
Walking over to his - way to stressed for this occasion - boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist, he told him, looking over his shoulder at the dough he'd made so far, "Baby. Please relax, alright? They already love you and it will be perfect."
When Sirius turned around in his arms Remus could see the doubt and stress on his boyfriend's face as two lines formed on his forehead. Going up to his toes, he kissed them away, like he had wanted to do for years. "Besides", Remus grabbed a bit of the dough and put it into his mouth, "not serving my mom's favourite cookies is definitely not on the bad-boyfriend-list."
Sirius finally looked a bit more relaxed. Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes at Remus, "There isn't actually a list, right?"
"'course there is", Remus answered and watched the fear as it seeped into the face in front of him. "I'm kidding, baby.", he gasped out after he couldnt hold his laughter back any longer, "Don't worry, okay? They love you and nothing will change that. Now put this dough in the fridge, there are more important things to do!"
~
They parked in front of the Dumais' house. Remus looked at the time displayed in Sirius car. "We're late. May be because of your obsessive need to achieve perfection, but at least we're finally done with everything right?", Remus leaned over and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.
Sirius smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just nervous, you know?"
"I promise you, the evening with our familys will be perfect. Now stop worrying, we're late.", with that Remus got out of the car leaving his boyfriend to shake out of his daze and follow.
Their arms piled with presents, they made their way to the front door, Remus using his foot to ring the doorbell, as if it was an everyday task.
The door opened with a "Bonjour!". Sirius could'nt see the other man, but recognized Pascal's voice behind the big present he was holding.
"Hey Dumo. How are you?", he heard Remus say as they walked into the living room, toeing of their shoes to not get the clean floors dirty.
"Good. Finally relaxed now that the presents are all done.", he added the last part as he moved closer to the couple, almost whispering.
It was that moment they all heard loud footsteps on the ceiling. Children running around to the direction of the staircase.
"Shit. Um-", Sirius almost threw the present into Dumos' arms, the gears in his head visibly clicking into place to find a solution for their poor time management, "Okay, Remus! Can you get the rest? I'll distract the kids."
Remus looked amused as he saw Sirius determination to not ruin the children's christmas with the shocking discovery that santa was in fact just their parents.
So he obediently got all the presents from the trunk of Sirius' car and brought them into the basement, so Pascal and Celeste could place them underneath the tree in the night.
Sirius having chased Marc up the stairs, could be heard as he probably tickled him mercilessly, if the shrieks and laughs from both boys were anything to go off of.
As his boyfriends was probably just waiting for some kind of sign from Remus, that he had stored the boxes away, he went up the stairs aswell, just catching Marc running off to his room, having escaped Sirius grasp. Sirius made a move to follow him, but stopped as he saw Remus.
"All set up?", he asked, putting his arms around Remus waist.
"Yes. Stored securely away from curious children's eyes. They probably know about Santa already, you know?", he leaned against his boyfriends chest.
Putting his chin on top of Remus head he replied, "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to risk it. I dont want to ruin their view of christmas."
"What about Santa?", came a small voice from their right. They hadn't noticed Katie's door opening. "Did you hear something from him?"
She looked a bit tired, but somehow also full of excitement for the evening and probably even more for tomorrow morning.
"Non, mon petit chat. But, usually that's a good sign.", he let go of Remus to lean down to her, "It just means that he's busy making and flying out presents. And that nothing went wrong, so let's hope we only hear from him tomorrow morning, eh?"
"Oh. Yeah, then I hope so too.", there was a short pause, but then the seven-year-old's energy came back. "Ooh, Sirius! Can you help me choose a dress for dinner?" She was jumping with excitement and how could anyone say no to that face.
He kissed Remus and smiled at him, before following Katie into her room.
"So, I have a green one, a pink one and a blue one. Which one should I wear?"
Sirius knowing she would look adorable in all of them actually couldn't decide. Her whole evening could depend on this choice. Okay, maybe he was being dramatic, but he wanted to choose a good one. Then he noticed her glancing over to the green one, again and again. So he told her that, he liked that one the best and was rewarded with a wide smile.
Kissing her head with a "See you downstairs in a bit.", he left her room to join the others in the kitchen.
Just as he wanted to enter, the door bell rang.
He went over, hearing Remus and Pascal trail behind him and opened the door.
"Merry Christmas Eve!", Hope said cheerfully and hugged Remus.
"Hi, mum. I missed you."
"You forgot about us, Re'?", he just saw Julian run up to them, from where he had still been at the car, jumping up to his brother.
Remus lifted him with ease, "Wait, who are you again?". At the shocked expression of his brother he cracked up, laughing and getting them both inside.
"Pascal.", he Lyall greeted, "Thank you so much for hosting us all this Christmas."
"We're happy to have you! You're Sirius' family, so you're mine! Now, come inside. It's way too cold out here and dinner is almost done."
They all went into the kitchen. The food smelled amazing, so it was pretty hard not to be drawn to Celeste's current working space. Even though she was clearly a bit stressed, she chipped into the conversation every once in a while.
Sirius looked around from where he was leaning against the counter, standing next to Remus, "So when will Reg be making an appearance? I didn't think he'd go out on Christmas Eve."
"Oh. He's not. He in the basement-"
Dumo was cut of by Sirius, who was now leaving the room with quick steps in the direction of the stairs, shouting, "In the- That little shit. It's Christmas, Reg!"
~
Finally everyone was sitting at the beautifully set table. There were candles and carefully set up evergreen twigs, next to the delicious Christmas feast (it could not be described as a dinner). From were the table was positioned, everyone also had a wonderful view of their Christmas tree. Decorated with red and gold ornaments and an angel on the very top.
As soon as they had all sat down to eat, the stress Sirius had piled onto himself was somehow gone. He held up easy conversations with everyone, even one on one with Lyall. He seemed like he'd known them for years. They talked about hockey and the ride here and Remus really enjoyed watching his boyfriend bond with his family.
Until his mum joined in again, having had a separate conversation with Pascal about their kids.
"You know, I have video of Remus and Julian on christmas, when we bought them each their first hockey equipment."
Remus knew exacly how that had gone so he was determined to not show any reaction and just move on to the next topic. Sirius however had exacly the opposite planned and he never despised his boyfriend more then in that moment.
"Hope. Please. With all that holy to me, I beg you to show me that video someday."
Okay, that could go alright. Someday. Maybe Sirius would have forgotten until someday.
~
Once they were all finished eating and the kids were already starting to go to bed, they thanked Dumo and Celeste again, not only for the beautiful atmosphere, but also for the amazing food that left them all more than full up to the point, they couldn't even eat Celeste's christmas cookies anymore. Of course they got a to-go package full of every flavour that she had made that year.
Afterwards they all left for Sirius' house.
"Please can I drive with you? Pleeeaaase?", Julian begged Remus, standing in front of Sirius' car.
"'course, Jules-", Remus barely finished before his brother said, "Thanks. Alright, shotgun!"
And that's how Remus got to watch his boyfriend and little brother from the backseat, while they were discussing what Jules might get for Christmas.
It was a rather short ride to their house, filled with a long string of "I won't tell you." 's and "Pleeeaaaase." 's, but when they arrived Julian jumped out of the car like it was on fire.
"Easy there. You won't get any gifts from us until mum and dad are here."
~
Now they were all settled onto Sirius' massive couch and Julian was jumping up and down, probably breaking the springs any moment.
"Alright, seeing as Jules is ready to burst from excitement we'll start with our gifts."
Sirius left to get the big red one they had hidden in their bedroom.
Meanwhile, Hope was leaning over and noting smugly, "our gift, huh? You two bought your gifts together?"
Remus looked at her a bit sheepishly. They had been dating for over a year now, it didn't feel wrong to give out gifts together.
His mum saw his worried face and simply said, "No, don't worry. It's sweet."
Just as Remus wanted to reply his boyfriend came back into the room with Julian's gift, placing it on the floor in front of him. It was nearly as tall as Julian himself.
He picked it up and shook it. He could hear something moving inside, but that didn't help him determine what it could be.
Remus tore his eyes away from his brother's excited face, to look at his equally excited boyfriend. He was on the tips of his toes until he broke, "Come on, Jules! I'm dying here. Just rip it open!"
Remus had to laugh at Sirius impatience and enthusiasm, but he also wanted to see his brother's reaction.
"No!", was the first thing they heard and it was Lyall's voice. Apparently he had already seen part of the gift.
Julian ripped the wrapping away completely and tore the box open, revealing a lions hockey stick and a jersey, both with his number and name printed on it.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love them!", running over to his brother and Sirius and hugged them both, almost making them fall over from his force. "My team is going fo freak out!"
"I'm glad you like them."
Sirius visibly relaxed, "Can't be a real Lion, if you don't have the proper gear."
"Well, now I can! Okay, okay. I have something for you, too."
Sirius and Remus sat down and waited for Julian to get Remus' gift from where they had left them in front of the door.
"Here. For when you miss us."
Remus carefully ripped the wrapping paper away to reveal a snow globe. He turned it around a saw landmarks from his home state. It was incredible.
Remus eyes became teary. "I love it. But hopefully you'll never be gone long enough for me to miss. Oh, come here."
Jules came over and hugged him, but then the younger jumped up and ran out the door again.
He came back with another gift. He walked over to Sirius. "For you.", Julian held out he gift.
"Jules! There was no need to-"
"Its nothing, really. It's just something small. You might not like it, but I made it and I wanted to give it to you.", Julian looked a bit embarrassed, now.
Sirius removed the wrapping from the rectangular object to reveal-
"It's a picture of my family.", Julian told him.
Sirius looked at the framed photo. It was after a game. The Lupins had come down to the lockerroom. It was Lyall with his arm around Hope. Julian in front of them, flashing his brightest smile. Remus standing next to them. And to his right Sirius. Holding Remus close, a hand on Julian's shoulder, smiling. Now it was Sirius' time for tears.
"Jules, Julian. This is the sweetest gift I've ever received, thank you." Sirius couldn't really put into words how much this meant to him. To not only be accepted, but welcomed into this new family.
"Oh, come on. I- I need a group hug, please."
They all piled onto Hope like they were on the ice. Sirius being the first, hugged her the tightest, not wanting to let go. He could feel all of Julian pressed to his side and Remus as he kissed his temple. He even felt Lyall's hand from the other side on his shoulder blade, pressing the group together.
Apparently, he really didn't need any cookie bribes, it seemed like he was fine just the way he was.
mon petit chat- my little cat
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trashyswitch · 3 years
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Am I Annoying?
Virgil begins to worry that he's asking for tickles too often. In an attempt to lessen his temptations, Virgil hides away in his bedroom. But Patton and the other sides are missing having him around. So, Patton finally checks up on him to find out the reason for Virgil's sudden hiding plan.
This was suggested by an anonymous user on my Tumblr page. Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the fanfic!
Virgil has always worried about many things. If the thing was bad and had to do with him, then he worried about it. Some things were worth getting worried about, while other things were just unnecessary. An example of something that would be worth worrying about is: ‘Did I forget to buy someone a gift for christmas?’ and ‘did I forget to turn the stove on?’. Things that are unnecessary to worry about is: ‘Is this person still mad at me despite them saying they forgive me?’ and ‘Does this person truly love me as much as they claim?’. Though these things seem understandable to worry about, they actually aren’t necessary for survival or your life whatsoever. So, you can cross that off your list. But one thing that has been going through his mind, is if Virgil is annoying the people around him with one single question: ‘Can you tickle me please?’
That thought has been bringing him down since he admitted he likes being tickled. He fears he’s been asking too much to be tickled, and he fears he may be annoying them as a result. How does he know? Well, that’s easy: he senses it. He senses they’re agitated. He senses the fear in their head as Virgil walks up to them. He just knows they’ve grown to despise the question. “Can I be tickled?” “I’m in the mood.” “Are you busy? If not, can you tickle me please?” It’s become too much for them to handle. Virgil knows it. He knows it all too well. And now...Virgil feels bad about it.
So what a better way to lessen the question, than to hide away more often? If he wasn’t around the sides nearly as much, he wouldn’t be tempted into asking. And if the sides were left without anxiety there, the sides wouldn’t have to worry about the dreaded question coming up. So Virgil’s been hiding himself away in the dark void that is his room. He’s been finding other ways to make up for his cravings, and has found ways to survive his lee moods without people. Sure, it’s not nearly as perfect a remedy as being actually tickled, but...it’s better than being bombarded with the same general question over and over again.
Virgil was sitting in his room, drinking hot chocolate and snacking on popcorn while he watched christmas movies. He was bored and tired. Also touch-starved. And in need of love. But Virgil ignored his cravings and continued to try and watch the movie.
Soon though, a few knocks filled the room. “Virgil?” the familiar voice called. Uh oh...It was Patton. Patton probably senses he’s been hiding from them! Virgil gasped in slight fear, and hid himself under the covers with his phone. “I brought you food. You haven’t been coming out.” Patton told him. Virgil winced at that. He DOES know. Well...that’s Patton for ya: always checking up on his family members. “Can I come in?” Patton asked.
Virgil whined quietly and rested his head on his pillow. It was getting hard to breath under the comforter, but he wasn’t prepared to face Patton or the other sides yet. He was scared of what they would think of him just...shutting them out for personal reasons. The truth was, what he did to them wasn’t fair. But...Do they really miss him that much?
Soon, the door opened. “I’m gonna place the food down here, then leave you alone. Something tells me you need alone time.” Patton told him.
Virgil frowned. Who told him he needed alone time? Was Patton just assuming that? If so, then that is a really bad assumption to make.
He didn’t hear his door close. So, Virgil continued to hide under the covers till he heard some sort of noise that indicated he was alone.
“Virgil?” Patton called, his voice getting closer. Virgil opened his eyes and bit his lip. He heard Patton pick up a piece of plastic. “Have you been solely surviving on popcorn and juice boxes?” he asked.
Virgil silently sighed. Great. Patton’s gonna start on his rant about how ‘unhealthy’ it is and how he should at least be making noodles or getting food from the kitchen.
“Virgil...Please come out.” Patton begged, patting the being that hid under the pile of blanket.
“Why?” Virgil asked.
“I’m worried about you. We’re all worried about you. You’ve been hiding in here for a week.” Patton told him.
Virgil thought about it. Yup, he has been hiding for a week. And boy, did it feel like one. The days became so much slower when he was all alone and not hanging out with the other sides. “I know.” Virgil finally replied.
“Why? Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.” Patton begged.
Virgil blinked in surprise. Wait...Are they blaming themselves for him not coming out? Why would they be blaming themselves? They did nothing wrong.
“It’s not you. It’s me.” Virgil told him.
Virgil waited for something to happen. What was Patton gonna do? Was Patton gonna take the covers off him? Was Patton gonna poke him? Was Patton gonna surround him with all his special stuffies?
Well...the last one isn’t that bad, actually.
Virgil’s thoughts quickly halted when a bunch of weight softly came down on the bed. Virgil felt the mass with his feet, and quickly realized he was touching Patton’s hip. What’s he doing?
“Is this about the tickling thing?” Patton asked.
Virgil’s fear morphed into guilt almost immediately. Damn...he knows. “...Yeah.” Virgil admitted.
Virgil moved the comforter off his face very slowly and looked at the man. Patton was smiling humbly at him. “Are you still embarrassed about liking it?” Patton asked.
Virgil shook his head. “I worry...I’m asking too much.” Virgil admitted.
Patton widened his eyes and quickly scooted himself closer. “Virgil, we are not bothered by how often you ask us for tickles. We would much rather you ask us 5 times everyday, than have you hide in your room and not ask at all.” Patton admitted.
Virgil’s fear lessened a slight bit. “Are you sure?” He asked.
Patton moved his bangs out of the way. “Of course. I’m positive.” Patton replied.
Virgil smiled a little and looked at his hand. “Thank you Patton.”
“No problem! Are you up for some tickles now?” Patton asked.
Virgil looked at him and practically tackled him down. “YES PLEEEAAASE! I have been touch-starved for way too long. I am just aching fo-hohohohor- Yahahahahay!” Virgil practically melted off of Patton and flopped onto the ground happily. Patton skittered his fingers as quickly and effectively as he could on Virgil’s sides, ribs, and armpits. “Whyhyhyhy ahahare yohohohou gohohoihihihing soho fahahahast? Ihihi dihihidn’t ehehehexpehehect thihihis!” Virgil admitted.
Patton giggled and continued his tickling. “Because I think you deserve lots of tickles! I wanted to make up for the long break we’ve all had from tickling you!” Patton replied eagerly.
“Ohohohoho! Wehehehell, ahahahalrihihight.” Virgil giggled as he squirmed about under him. Patton moved his hands to Virgil’s sides, and started clawing and squeezing them. Virgil threw his head back with a surprised shriek! “OHOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Virgil bursted out laughing.
“Ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle! A ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle!” Patton teased with a huge smile on his face.
“HOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU SOHO GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THIHIHIHIS?!” Virgil asked, already overcome with giddiness.
“I guess it’s just in my nature. Being a father means you are automatically an amazing tickle monster.” Patton replied.
“NOHOHOHOW YOHOHOU’RE BOHOHOASTIHIHING.” Virgil reacted.
“Yeeeaaah, maybe a little.” Patton replied with a smirk. “Uh oh! I feel a sneeze coming! Uh oh! Aah, aah! AAAAAH-” Patton dipped his head down into Virgil’s belly and blew a BIG raspberry onto his belly.
Virgil threw his head back and practically HOWLED with laughter! “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh! Goodness me!” Patton fake sniffed. “Pardon me! That was a strong one.” Patton joked.
“THAHAHAHAT WAHAHAS A FUHUHUCKING SNEEHEHEHEHEZE?!” Virgil joked as well, making a reference to the TikTok audio.
Patton laughed at that. “That was a fucking SNEEZE?!” Patton reacted, imitating the original audio voice as best as he could before laughing himself silly.
“Dihihid yohou mehean to reference that?” Virgil asked.
“No! I never meant to reference that at all! I was simply trying out a new teasing method.” Patton replied.
“Ooooh. Well, it certainly worked.” Virgil added.
“Really?!” Patton reacted, clapping his hands excitedly.
“Yup!” Virgil replied.
Patton tilted his head to the side. “Can I be honest?”
Virgil chuckled. “Of course you can. What’s up?”
Patton smiled. “I’m in the mood to press your buttons.” Patton admitted.
Virgil blinked in surprise. “I...What-” was all Virgil could say. Press his buttons? Like, annoy him while tickling him?
“Specifically, a certain giggle button of yours~” Patton teased, wiggling his index finger and lowering it down to his belly button.
“Ohoho! That’s what you meant. You were making a subtle tehehease!” Virgil quickly lost track of how close the finger was, and guffawed in surprise when Patton’s finger touched down a lot sooner than he expected.
“Uh oh! Looks like a certain wiggle worm is looking for a hooome~! I wonder...Can your belly button become its brand new cave for the winter?” Patton teased.
Virgil continued to laugh and squirm around wildly. “WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH FOHOHOR THAHAHAHAT!” Virgil replied.
Patton made a fake frown. “But the poor worm has come across so many belly buttons today! And they’ve all been too ticklish to handle it! Will the poor worm ever find a home to hibernate in?” Patton asked.
“FIHIHIHIND OHOHOUT NEHEHEXT TIHIHIHIME OHON DRAHAHAGOHOHON BAHAHALL ZEEHEHEHE!” Virgil suddenly declared.
Patton gasped in fake horror. “NOT find out next time! We must find out now!” Patton reacted. “If your ticklish widdle belly button won’t work, maybe your armpits will?” Patton asked.
Virgil shrieked in horror! “NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE ARMPIHIHIHITS!” Virgil begged, pushing against his chest.
“Oh YES the armpits! There’s nowhere else that’s quite as hidden than the belly button, or the armpits!” Patton declared.
Patton’s finger started inching its way to Virgil’s left armpit to burrow itself in there. Virgil was pushing Patton and laughing out the words “NO!” over and over again. But Patton giggled at his attempts because his pushing was just exposing his armpits more and more.
Patton finally touched down and burrowed his finger into the exposed armpit. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONOHOHOHO NAHAHAT MYHYHY AHAHARMPIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” Virgil shrieked and laughed hysterically!
“Oh my goodness! This little home is veeeerry comfy, but also super bumpy. Maybe the right armpit might be better?” Patton removed his finger from his left pit and inched his wormy finger over his shoulder blades to the right pit.
“PAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHON’T! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGIHIHIHING YOHOHOU!” Virgil squawked and cackled.
Patton paused his tickling and smirked. Virgil’s laughter quickly turned into giggles as his body started recovering from the tickle attack. But once his brain fog sobered up, Virgil looked at Patton with the most heart wrenching disappointed expression on his face. The facial expression alone, could break a dozen hearts.
“You don’t really want me to skip out on the right armpit, do you?” Patton asked.
Virgil looked down, giving him the guilty eyes. But his lips read a more playful, embarrassed kind of reaction. “N...No.” Virgil finally replied.
“Iiiii KNEW IT! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! “You like armpit tickles too!” Patton added.
“Wahahanna know something else?” Virgil asked. Patton quickly nodded and leaned forward to hear it. “My belly button is my favorite spot to be tickled.” Virgil admitted.
Patton gasped and practically EXPLODED with excitement! It didn’t take long for Patton to hold his arms up and tickle his belly button for him. “Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo! Such a cute little giggle button!” Patton teased more and more. “It’s been so long since I’ve booped such a ticklish little button! Boop! Boop boop boop!” Patton continued to tease.
Virgil could not stop squirming around and struggling to protect his ticklish belly button. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Virgil told him.
“It tickles really bad, huh?” Patton let out an amused giggle. “Do you want me to slow down for ya?” Patton asked. Virgil shook his head in response, showing Patton that it was just a statement, and not a plea for change. “Okaaaaayy! But if you ever change your mind, you can always tell me to move spots.” Patton let him know casually.
Virgil continued to enjoy the belly button tickles for a little while. Even though it wasn’t the giggly kinda tickles, it was just the right amount that made Virgil all giddy and delirious. He missed this so much. It was almost agony trying to get through the week without proper tickles. And Patton was so understanding, patient, and playful all at once!
Virgil learned on that evening how patient every side really is with him. He had been worried he was annoying them by asking when in reality, it was only Virgil who was experiencing the doubt about his family. The only person who has showed any signs of annoyance was Roman. And that could easily be explained as Roman being his cocky self.
And how does a cocky attitude get cured?
Why, with tickles of course! Never forget the teases, and don’t be shy with the raspberries! And of course, all ticklish lees shall be calmed with some cuddles, blankets and hot cocoa.
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kayuripax · 4 years
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“”Coffee Shop AU”: Cursed mask
Another story for @doodledrawsthings​‘ “””Coffee Shop AU”, this time for the off-shoot branch where MJ ends up Majora Masked. This did not leave me alone, and I needed to write this out. The story includes one picture, and mentions mak’s Subconite Cherry, my Subconite Maya, and @greentrickster​‘s Subconite Lime.
„Can’t wait for next Friday.” MJ raised an eyebrow at the exclamation of the small group of teenagers in front of him.
“Next Friday?”
“Yeah, Mr. MJ. Its Halloween then, and we,” one of the teens gestured around, “want to make a group costume. Lime and I have been sewing for weeks now, and it’s coming along well.” A blinding grin from all the teens followed that statement.
“Halloween already? Time sure flies.” MJ grinned back. “Can I ask what you want to dress up as?”
“That’s a secret until next week. You gotta wait just like everyone else!” Cherry chuckled, before grabbing their drink from the counter, leaving a bit of money, and running outside.
“Can’t wait then!” MJ called after them while handing out the remaining drinks. A moment later, when all the teens had left the shop, he began to grin to himself. Maybe he could convince Luka to actually go out on that day, without him having to pay much attention to his looks. He had to tell Clover first though, she had to help him convince that noodle-man.
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“You… want me to go out on Halloween.” Luka sounded like he was doubting MJ’s intelligence at that moment.
“I mean, yeah, why not? Halloween is literally the one day in the year where no one would really pay attention to you looking a bit weird. As long as you stay in a shape that could convincingly be a costume, you could basically run around as you are.” The answer came promptly, and with a raised eyebrow.
“Glowing eyes are not inconspicuous, MJ. Neither is me floating.” Luka grouched, coiling up a bit more in his room.
“There are more than enough costumes with glowing parts, man.” Clover piped up from her corner, where Hattie was showing her something, presumably a costume she had been preparing for Halloween. “MJ’s not wrong, Halloween is the one day where no one would care what you look like. If it makes you feel better, we could all dress up in a group thing, like your Cult.”
“They are not my Cult, Clover, they’re a group of teens that meets up in the forest.” Luka whined, hiding his face in embarrassment. The golden glow was still very much noticeable.
“Try to convince yourself of that, why don’t you.” She countered with a smirk. “But really, I think we could manage something for that, a group costume thingy. Get Hattie and Bonnie in on it as well, they wouldn’t mind.”
“I really wouldn’t, Dad! Pleeeaaase?” Hattie piped in just then, puppy eyes on full force.
“See, even your daughter wants you to go out.” MJ grinned. For a moment it was silent, then Luka groaned loudly, the sound echoing, before nodding.
“Fiiiine. You three are horrible people, but I see what I can do.” He said without much heat behind his words, and a tiny smile on his face.
“See, was that so hard?”
“Shut up, Moon Moon.”
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In the end they decided on a theme that Hattie eagerly called “Spooky Subcon”. She suggested that Luka could just go slightly more humanoid than his usual Noodle-shape, but still very much like his Snatcher-form. Luka groaned at that name, not for the first time wondering why on earth he had to become the local Mothman equivalent. Clover was next, and had decided to go for something vaguely like a haunted statue, citing that while she wasn’t naturally spooky, she could very much dial it up on the Weeping Angel vibe from Dr. Who. Hattie was very much on board with that idea, before declaring that she and Bonnie would dress up as adventurers who deal with all the “Spooks” of Subcon Forest. That made all the adults chuckle a bit. When everyone turned to MJ though, he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“I’m not sure what I’d go as yet. Not really. I haven’t worn a costume since… well, ever since that one disastrous office party shortly after the shop opened.”
“Oh? You gotta tell me more about that.” Luka grinned widely, the glowing, fanged grin on his face almost cartoonish.
“I’d rather not, but knowing you you won’t stop prying anyways…” He coughed before continuing, face red. “I don’t even know why anymore, but the boss wanted everyone to come in costumes, and I went with the first thing I found on the attic, which was a Prince-costume. It, uh… didn’t survive the night that well. It’s very much ragged now.”
“You can use that, MJ!” Hattie exclaimed. “You could go as a prince-ghost!”
“A… Prince-ghost.” A raised eyebrow.
“Yeah! Maybe you can become more spooky by wearing a mask, and maybe wearing something alongside that outfit! Bracelets or something like that.” MJ thought over that for a moment.
“I guess I could do something like that. I have this old mask on the attic, I found it when… getting new supplies for my charms.”
“You mean when you stole bones.”
“Shut it, Clover. Anyways, it’s been lying on the attic for a while, and it looks pretty weird, so it would work for this, I think.” He rubbed his chin. “I mean, not much that could go wrong there. Worst thing that can happen is, that the costume is eaten by moths.”
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Turns out, there was a lot that could go wrong with the costume MJ had “planned”. Finding the components was not the problem. That appeared later. When he did find the mask though, a shudder ran down his back.
“I forgot how creepy that thing looks…” He muttered, wiping some dust from it. Slightly chipped, light blue paint was revealed, alongside some red stripes and fangs made from actual bones. MJ had enough experience with that to recognize it in a heartbeat. “I really wonder how old it is… A few years at least.” He turned the mask around while mumbling, noticing that the leather strip for holding it in place was still very much intact. “Well, at least I won’t have to replace that.” He got up with a slight groan, back cracking, before grabbing all the clothes and turning to the door. As he went downstairs, he missed the glint of the mask’s eyes.
No twenty minutes later he stood in front of his mirror, tugging at the ragged sleeves of the jacket in slight disdain. “That fit better last time…” He huffed, then shook his head and grabbed the mask lying on the cupboard next to the mirror. “Alright, here goes nothing. Let’s hope I can actually see out of it…” He held the mask up, before pulling the leather strip over his head. The moment the mask touched his face, another shudder ran through him. MJ coughed, then gasped. His head ached, his vision swam, and he felt his knees give. His hands clung to the cupboard, his nails dug into the wood, making grooves in it. He tried to breathe in, but he couldn’t, something was blocking the air from actually reaching his lungs. He coughed, scratched at the mask, only to scream when he could feel it, the sounds horribly disjointed and piercing. He fell to his knees, hands scrabbling at the sides of the mask, only to grasp at nothing. More pain shot through his head, then through his whole body. He managed to look into the mirror at some point, only to rear back in panic. He did not wear a mask, not anymore. Chains and manacles were wrapped around his wrists, wrists that were way too thin and gaunt, and most of all blue. He screamed in fright, the strange and yet horrifyingly similar visage in the mirror contorting itself. He scooted backwards, then watched in horror how his legs began to disappear. He could still feel them, and he was thankful for it, but they were wholly invisible, trousers, shoes and all included. When he tried to grasp at them, his hands managed to go through them, and another unearthly wail freed itself from his throat. This was not how he wanted his Halloween to go, not at all. MJ looked around, then tried to get up, out of the house. He needed to find Luka; he knew how to deal with sudden shapeshifting! Luka should know how to help him, right?
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Frantic knocking on the door followed by frantic yelling was not something Luka had expected this early on the Halloween evening, and for a moment he was entertained to coil up until whoever yelled went away. At least he was, until he heard the actual contents of the yelling, and identified the voice as MJ’s.
“LUKA THATCHER PRINCETON; OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!” Almost on instinct, ingrained from his mother yelling the exact same words, Luka’s mane bristled in shock, and he hurried to the door.
“Coming, MJ!” the moment the door opened, Luka was bowled over by a blue and red blur, and the door was shut noisily.
“Luka, you need to help me! That mask, it.. it.. it did something to me!” MJ sounded close to crying, and it took Luka a moment to answer while he took in the sight of his colleague.
“Holy… MJ? That you?” Luka took in the sight of the quivering mess of a person in front of him. It reminded him vaguely of his friend and co-worker, but at the same time it was very much different, and more in line with, as disturbing as it sounded, a person that had frozen to death at some point.
“Of course that’s me! It’s that damn masks fault! I found it on the attic and tried on that costume I thought of for tonight, and then, I don’t know how, this happened!” MJ threw his arms out, the chains on them rattling noisily. Luka’s eyes widened at that, his fur bristling in shock.
“The Mask? MJ, you have no legs! How on earth… Wait, how did you even get here without anyone seeing you? And are you alright? Except the, you know, obvious?” MJ’s breath hitched at that, and he shivered.
“I have no idea… I can still feel my legs, for your information, but they’re… invisible and intangible, it seems…” He awkwardly rubbed his arms. “As for not being seen… I… kind of have a talent for that? You don’t want to be seen when carrying bones for crafting.” A facepalm from Luka followed that statement.
“Well, I guess that skill did come in handy…” He sighed, then grasped MJ’s shoulder before leading him into the living room. “Sit down for a moment, I’m getting you something to drink. I know how you’re feeling right now. I’m gonna send Hattie to get Clover, I think she should know about this.”
“Good idea…” MJ shook his head slightly. “This… is messed up. I shouldn’t t have picked up that damn mask…”
“Hindsight is 20/20. I shouldn’t have drunk whatever Vanessa ordered, but we can’t change it now. Only work from here, MJ. HATTIE! Come here for a moment.” Not a moment later, the sound of small feet hitting the ground became audible, and Hattie skid to a halt in front of them both.
“MJ?” She tilted her head at the sight of him. He gave a small wave in return. Hattie blinked for a while before looking at her father. “Dad, do I need to get Clover?”
“Please do that, Kiddo. I think we need all hands on deck here.”
“Alright, I’m back in five.” She called, before running out of the door. For a moment, silence fell, then Luka curled up somewhat next to MJ.
“So… want to talk about it?”
“’s not like I have a big choice here, it’s that or silence…” MJ groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Does… does it always hurt like that when you change?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he was afraid to ask.
“Only the first time. Never after that. Something I’m rather glad about. Once is enough.” Luka answered truthfully.
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to… well, feel pain all the time when you change.” MJ awkwardly rubbed his horn, then asked another question. “Do you think this can be reversed?”
“We can certainly try. Masks are made to be put on and taken off after all, there should be a way to do it.” Luka put one hand on MJ’s shoulder. “Try not to dwell on it for long, we will get this, you hear?” A small smile graced MJ’s face at that, and he nodded. “Good.”
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“So… That happened.” Clover said after a moment of silence after MJ told them what had happened after he put the mask on. “MJ, please do us a favor and burn the Cursed Mask the moment we get that thing off you.” Her tone left no room for arguments, and that she looked very much like a person halfway turned into stone thanks to the magic of make-up helped with that.
“Believe me, that’s first on the list of things I’ll do after this is over.” MJ replied dryly, picking at the manacles around his wrists.
“Does this mean we can’t go out today?” Hattie piped up quietly, wringing the cape of her costume in her hands.
“Oh Kiddo…” Luka started, then looked at the other two adults. “I…”
“As long as someone here can lend me a set of pants or something I can use to conceal the fact that my legs are pretty much invisible and intangible, I can deal. I got the breakdown out of my system earlier.” MJ added, smiling at Hattie. “After all, we promised it to you and Bonnie, didn’t we? Who knows, maybe she has an idea how to get that mask off.” That made Hattie cheer, and she quickly ran into her room, coming back with some yellow cloth that was roughly the same colour as the undershirt MJ still wore.
“We can make that longer, then it looks as if you wear a robe!”
“Not a bad idea, Hattie. We could do that pretty quickly, I think.” Luka hummed.
“Let me do that. No offense Hattie, but you don’t sew as cleanly as I can, and you currently have four fingers in total, Luka.” Clover said, before grabbing MJ and the cloth. “Get me needle and thread, and this is over in ten minutes tops,” she declared.
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The evening was spent in a thankfully rather relaxed manner. Luka ended up making himself look only vaguely humanoid, the robe-solution for MJ’s leg problem worked, and pretty much everyone liked their “costumes”. Bonnie was a bit shocked when she was told what happened to MJ, but offered the possibility that the mask could be taken off after the night was over. After a moment of thinking, it was accepted as a possible solution, after which the demand for candy became loud enough that the group began moving. They ended up encountering the “Snult” along the way, all of them dressed up in the same costume, their heights being the only way to discern who was who.
“So, what are you supposed to be?” MJ asked after a moment of looking the costumes over. Lime and Maya had done pretty good work with the costumes, in his opinion.
“We’re the Subconites! The Loyal Minions of the Snatcher!” came the almost cacophonous reply of over 20 teenagers at once, and Luka looked a bit bewildered, touched, and embarrassed all at once. “That’s a cool costume by the way, Mr. MJ.” Cherry said after a moment, giving the man a thumbs up.
“Oh, thank you.” MJ laughed a bit awkwardly.
“You look like a cryptid. You need a cryptid name now.” One of the subconites said. “MOONJUMPER!” another yelled promptly.
“Moonjumper? Why Moonjumper?”
“Well, because MJ.” Came the prompt reply, said in a tone that suggested a lack of belief in MJ’s intelligence.
“I… guess I can’t say anything against that.”
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The night ended with little fanfare, but a lot of candy. People thought the group costume with the two kids was adorable, and the candy given as pseudo-payment was plenty for it. Bonnie was allowed to sleep over at Hattie’s and Luka’s house that night, and after not even a moment of hesitation MJ and Clover followed suit and slept over as well. Once they all piled up in a rather comfortable cuddle pile, it did not take long for them all to fall asleep. Luka was an excellent and rather warm and comfy snake-ghost-thing, a fact he was not unaware of. It was at about 6 in the morning when MJ woke up again though, his entire body itching and shuddering. He blinked a few times after opening his eyes, noticing that his sight really did not get better, and automatically groped for his glasses, only to notice that he didn’t have them with him. Then the events from yesterday caught up, and his hands flew to his face. He could’ve cried in relief when his hands found the edge of the mask, and he almost tore it from his face.
“You gave me a lot of trouble.” He hissed at it, the almost leering grin and decorated eyes on the wood staring back without an answer. “Can’t wait to throw you into the fire.” He huffed, chucking it into a corner before curling up again. It was too damn early for this, and it was not as if the mask could run away. By closing his eyes, he missed the mask’s eyes gleaming once more, the grin seemingly growing wider, before freezing once more, becoming nothing more than old wood and bone. Hours later, it was thrown into a bonfire, and the ashes scattered into the winds. Nothing remained, no wood, no leather, no teeth made of bone. Only ashes on the wind, never to be seen again. The Mask was gone for good.
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all-theimaginess · 4 years
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“Sweet Surprise”
Prompt: Hello, can you do a one-shot out if the imagine Bucky stealing a kiss from you at a pool party, pleeeaaase? Lots of love and thank you💕
Inspired by this post {{X}}
AN: I’m beyond sorry for how long this took to write. College amped up and I just finished all of my finals. I hope that you like it!! First Bucky imagine!
AN: This is a repost from my first fic sideblog since I may be deleting it soon!
It was July when Tony decided to throw a pool party. The team had been working hard, so they deserved it. Everyone was either already out by the pool or getting ready. You had just finished putting on your bathing suit, a pair of shorts and an open button up shirt. You wondered if this party would be any different than the others as you made your way outside to the pool.
It was nice and warm outside with a warm breeze passing by. “About time you got here.” You hear Tony say, to which you smile and sit in one of the pool chairs. It was right after you sat down that you realized that you had forgotten your towel.
Just as you turn to leave, you hear, “You can’t be bored already. You just got here.” You look in the direction of the voice to find Bucky standing and smiling a few feet in front of you. Your heart feels like it skips a beat as you look up at him.
You smile warmly in return. “Not bored, just forgot my towel. I’ll be right back.”
You then quickly make your way back to your room and grab a towel out of the bathroom closet. Pausing, you clutch the towel to your chest and take a deep breath. You and Bucky had been flirting heavily for weeks but nothing had come from it yet. Knowing his past, you didn’t want to accidentally push him into something he didn’t feel ready for. You look over to the mirror in the bathroom and try to adjust the top of your bathing suit, in the process deciding to lose the button up. Showing a little skin never hurt, right? Looking yourself over one final time, you smile and make your way back.
The music from the party drew louder as you approached. You threw your towel on the back of your claimed chair and leaned on it casually. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits from what you could tell. Then a metal arm made its way around your waist. You feel your face heat up instantly as you smile up at Bucky.
He smirks down at you. “Could you help me with something inside, Doll?” He whispered discreetly, to which you nod. His arm falls as he goes inside and you follow him after a few seconds.
You two stop a couple of steps into the entrance of the hallway. “So, what did you need help with?” You ask with slight confusion. He grabs your hand and pulls you toward him, his other arm wrapping around your waist. His lips meet yours and it was like fireworks. Your surprise wears off quickly and your eyes close as you wrap your arms around his neck. His grip on your waist tightens after a few moments. Your fingers tangle into and pull his hair slightly as the kiss turns more passionate. In need of air, you two break apart. Breathing heavily, your foreheads touch and you smile. “We should probably get back to the party...” You suggest, not really wanting to leave your spot, with a breathy tone.
Bucky simply shakes his head slightly and leans back in. That was when you heard someone calling to you from outside. “Y/N! I thought that you wanted a tan. You can’t get a very good tan inside.” You figured out that it was Wanda calling to you.
You pout, looking up at Bucky before turning your head. “I’ll be right there!” You called back. You two both lean in for one last kiss before you had to return to your friends. The butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering. You guessed that this meant that you and Bucky were more than just friends now. You two break away and you try to straighten yourself out. You look up to see Bucky giving you this irresistible look that made you want to go back for more. “See you later?” You ask, a coy smile on your lips.
He nods before you back away and head back to the party. Moments later, he joins the party and stands next to Steve. Steve glances over. “It’s about time Barnes.”
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bagels-and-seagulls · 4 years
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how about some bad boy matteo and hot jock david? pleeeaaase, i’m saaad.
sad backwards is das and das not good, bb! how about a short little fluffy piece?
bad boy matteo + hot jock david
Matteo was in the library, scribbling down random words in his notebooks, desperately trying to come up with some sort of argument for his paper that was due in a quick two days. He only had a month to work on it, he thought. He really brought this on himself though he felt like he had some valid reasons for not starting this earlier. Oh yeah, he didn’t care. He looked at his notebook and then back at his laptop, at the blinking cursor on a mostly empty page besides his name and the date, and sighed to himself.
“I can feel you staring, ya know,” he says, key smashing on the page just because, because he needed to put something on the page soon if he was going to have any hope of actually finishing this on time. 
“I’m not,” David responds, and Matteo looks up to see David looking back, proving Matteo’s point that David barely even attempted to deny. Matteo rolls his eyes. David grins and winks. 
Matteo goes back to his laptop, writing some generic intro sentence about the general topic they were supposed to be talking about. “I thought you said you had an assignment for art due,” he mutters, remembering when he told David that he had to spend the whole night in the library probably and that he really couldn’t be distracted if he had any hopes of writing this paper and David had said he wouldn’t both him. He had to do something too, so they could just sit near each other for a little while. 
“I do,” David responds. 
“I don’t see you doing anything,” Matteo says, flicking his eyes up to him quickly, seeing David still looking at him with his head propped up on hands and grinning like this banter was fun for him, and then looked back down, staring at the blinking cursor again. Twelve words. Nice. 
Matteo types out a sentence that at least makes some sort of sense right now. “There’s a pencil in my hand, isn’t there?” David says and waves it under Matteo’s nose just to be annoying about it.
Matteo huffs and leans back in his seat. David looks even more amused with himself, now that he has all of Matteo’s attention. “Let’s see it then,” he says, throwing his arms in front of him and making some gesture towards the book in David’s hands. “If you’ve been working so hard on it.” 
“Really?” David asks and his eyes light up with a certain level of mirth that has Matteo regretting it already. Matteo shrugs, and David turns his sketchbook around to show a page with various pencil drawings of Matteo scattered around that make Matteo’s face heat up immediately when he realizes. Matteo snatches it out of his hands to get a better look. 
“This is me,” he says, looking at the various versions of himself in painstaking detail inscribed on the page. One of him rolling his eyes with a scarf around his neck in the right corner, another one with him grinning so hard his eyes were all crinkled up at the sides in his palm tree shirt in the middle, him yawning loudly in the left corner and rubbing his eye in a t-shirt in the bottom left, one of him smirking in David’s jersey to the right. That one made him feel a certain way, not a way that he could really investigate right now with deadlines looming over his head. 
“We’re doing facial studies,” David explains. “Had to show a variety of emotions. Happiness, exhaustion, annoyance, pride. Stuff like that,” he says and shrugs. 
“And you chose to do me?” Matteo asks and raises an eyebrow, pushing the book back across the table towards David. 
“I draw you all the time, Teo. Not all of them are for the public though.” 
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themaskedwriter · 5 years
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The Screen
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Your whole life is movies, down to the job that you have and where you live. When a mysterious stranger comes into the movie theatre that you own, will your life become a romance? Or something else?
Word Count: 4055
Warnings: Some fluff. Some angst. Pop culture references. Made up movies to suit the plot.
Clues:
1) I have as many letters as numbers in my URL
2) I have three Queens, but only one of them is real
3) I do love a crossover
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The movie theatre was a juxtaposition for the senses. In the lobby; scents of popcorn, salt, butter, the overwhelming smell of hot cheese for the nachos and a sweeter smell of mustard and ketchup for hot dogs, and all of this overlaid by sugar from the candy and chocolate available for the kids. Sounds too were rife, children yelling excitedly about the movies they were about to see, parents yelling even louder for them to hush, couples and friends giggling and debating about possible plot lines…
Once inside the screen, however, calm would reign. The movie playing could be noisy, perhaps an action film which deployed explosions and gunshots as often as a comedy would deploy laugh out loud gags. Or perhaps it was a romance, or a thriller, or a horror designed to make you whimper and scream in your seat. It didn’t matter however. The people within the screen who watched the stories unfold would always be silent. Mesmerised by lives that weren’t theirs, dizzying highs and heart-breaking lows. Set underwater, in space, in far off nations that these people would never get the chance to visit.
The screen was a whole other dimension for the senses. A sea of calm amongst the craziness of today’s life. It didn’t matter what type of life you lead, who you were before you entered that screen and watched those stories unfold for the price of $20 including your snacks…
The screen was a safe space for all.
••••••••••••
The first time you saw him, he barely registered to you. The Screen, the name of your movie theatre, was packed. The newest Disney film was out and families had flocked from all over Brooklyn to pay to see it. Kids excitedly trying to cajole their parents into gifting them with just one more candy bar, or pleeeaaase can they have the animated animal themed soda glass? All of this made you smile, your heart light. This was what having a movie theatre was all about.
Making people happy.
Families were everywhere, which was why he stood out to you. Tall, dark shoulder length chestnut hair mostly hidden under a black baseball cap and, most tellingly, he was alone.
You took a second look, mainly out of idle curiosity, he wouldn’t be the first person to come to the movies by himself, but your eyes came up empty. With barely a pause for breath, you mentally shrug and continue to serve the popcorn.
He must’ve changed his mind.
••••••••••••
The second time, the man stayed and bought a ticket, but he went to Faith, your employees register. He didn’t go to see the film about the action hero that everyone was raving about, instead he went into the quieter screen with almost no people, showing the lesser known period movie about a WW2 sweeping romance. Again, you forgot him within minutes, the only thing that played on your mind was that for someone as tall as he was, he seemed to shrink into the background spectacularly well.
Two hours later and the five people, including the man in the black cap, came out. Black Cap was the only one alone, and he looked far more affected by the plot than the others.
“Did you enjoy the movie?”
You had no idea where the question came from, your usual practice was to smile benignly at the customers as they left and give them a generic thank you to top it off.
There was something in his eyes though… they were red rimmed… the man must’ve really been affected by the plot. Those swollen and- blue, such a pretty blue - shadowed eyes swung to yours…
Time stopped for a moment.
You had never felt such a jolt at just a look before. A string connected you, you felt like one of those romantic comedy heroines that you pretended to hate but secretly loved so much. The handsome stranger stared at you, right into your soul, and-
“I hated this movie. Completely inaccurate.”
The spell broke.
Your lips twist in disdain, “I’m so sorry you feel that way, sir. My understanding is that it is hard to accurately portray the horrors of war on screen in a way that really shows what it was like. And what’s wrong with a little love during such a terrible time?”
Black Cap rolled his eyes, scoffed, and walked out of your theatre without a backwards glance.
“Ummm… do you usually go out of your way to be an ass to potential repeat customers, boss?”
The tentative sound of Faith’s voice brought your attention to him, and you shake your head, “Is that any way to talk to your boss?”
Faith just shrugged, completely unbothered. To be honest, it was one of the reasons you liked the young woman so much. You grin at her and sigh, your shoulders slumping in sudden exhaustion when you see the time, “Oh god, I was a bit of an ass, wasn’t I? I just-”
“Yeah yeah, ‘movies are escapism, not real life,’ I get it, boss,” Faith mocked your saying and continued to clean out the popcorn machine, “The man was hot though, sure would’ve liked to see him again…”
Faith was right, of course. Black Cap had been a stone cold ten, you were just realising to yourself, but that wasn’t why you were hoping he might return, and not because of the potential repeat business either. Someone as sad as this man deserved to see movies that made him happy. To escape from whatever put those shadows under his eyes.
Your thoughts continue to drift to him, and you and Faith close up and head home. 
••••••••••••
It was another two weeks before you saw him again, this time he had come in to see a film critics were destroying, but fans all over were absolutely adoring. This one was about a lone ex soldier taking down a government conspiracy. Filled with explosions, violence and one very gratuitous sex scene.
You, personally, had loved every ridiculous second. 
Black Cap came up to your stand, keeping his eyes down, “Can I get a ticket for Saviour, please?”
“Sure, would you like any snacks with that? A drink? My opinion on the movie shoved down your throat, perhaps?”
Black Cap - you really needed to find a better nickname - finally looked up at you in shock, confusion creased the space in between his eyes for a moment, and then he smiled. It changed his whole face into something beyond handsome and dark and into… you didn’t have the words for it, but your heartbeat fluttered almost painfully against your rib cage as you saw it.
“Word on the street is that a movie like this shouldn’t be taken seriously,” Black Cap remarked casually, and pointed behind you at the popcorn, “Can I get some buttered, please?”
He was one of the last people to head to the screen, so you took your time getting his treat, “Something like this plot is so outrageous, all you should do is watch for the fun of it. Just leave your brain at the door and enjoy, you know?”
You turn, smile stretched across your face and hands filled with the gigantic bucket of popcorn, to see an unreadable look on the man’s face. He didn’t look angry, not like the last time, but he did look… 
“What if it’s not outrageous? What if shit like this actually happened? How would you feel then?”
Black Cap took the popcorn, staring intently at you, as if the answer you would give was important to him. You felt it again, that string, pulling tighter. Your answer came unbidden, straight from the heart.
“They had to get this plot from somewhere, right? I would just like to think that, if something like this did happen in real life, that everyone involved got a sappy and happy ending like they do in this film,” A gasp escapes you and you cover your mouth, “Oops! Spoiler alert!”
Black Cap blinks, and that devastating smile returns to his face, “That’s okay. I like knowing that they got a happy ending.”
This time, when he came out, he stopped and talked about the movie with you. Faith kept giving you guys looks and smirks as you talked. 
••••••••••••
Months went on, Black Cap, who you eventually learned was actually named James, would come to your screen maybe twice a month. He would always come in to the last show of the evening and he would always be alone, a fact that you tried to stop yourself feeling relieved about, but the feeling came unbidden, regardless.
What started out as a few words before and after each movie, turned into longer discussions post movie and James helping you to lock up. Soon, James was coming in just to speak to you, to keep you company, and you were able to let Faith leave earlier on those nights, much to the brunettes delight.
Eventually, James offered to walk you home, citing the need to keep an eye on you after dark, and you chuckled, feeling heat spread across your cheeks at his concern, “I actually live in the apartment upstairs, so there’s no need to worry about me walking the streets all on my lonesome, James.”
“Oh,” James had removed his cap, was spinning it idly in his hands and suddenly looking awkward, “right. That’s good. Uh… okay, well, it’s late. I better go.”
“Do you want to come up? I always need a while to unwind after work, I usually put on a movie, you could join, if you want?”
The air became charged again, but you felt more awkward than anything else, what exactly had you been thinking?! You barely knew the man! Of course he was going to say no-
“Really?” James interrupted your inner scolding, “What, uhhh… what movie were you thinking? I don’t wanna impose.”
“I’m feeling actiony tonight, maybe The Terminator?”
“Haven’t seen that, sounds good to me,”
You’re too busy spinning away and turning off lights in mortification at using the term “actiony” to notice how James went pale at the mention of “Terminator”.
You were surprised at how easy it was to have him in your little one bed apartment, and you were more than relieved that you had cleaned up earlier in the day.
“This is really nice.”
“Thanks, I love it.”
You start heading to the back and your bedroom, indicating the kitchen where James could make a drink, “This place was my Grandfathers, he built The Screen up from scratch back in the forties, it’s one of the only original movie theatres left from that time in Brooklyn.”
You’re busy pulling off your work uniform, and grabbing up your sweatpants and comfy t-shirt to fully hear James’s reply, but it sounded oddly like “I remember.”
“Huh? Remember what?”
The apartment being so small, it took you scant seconds to get back to James, finding him staring at your table of photographs, holding one up of you and your grandfather outside The Screen when you were maybe fifteen. Before his dementia had taken his memories of you, but not before he had passed his love of this place to you, or gifted the whole place to you in his will.
James’s smile was oddly wistful as he put the photo down, “I Uh… remember reading about this place. At school, I think. History class?”
“Oh.”
“This place reminds me of somewhere I used to go, way back when I was a kid, with my best friend. The guy who ran it, younger than you would think, he caught us sneaking in one time,” James chuckled fondly, but his eyes, those pretty, pretty eyes, they shone bright with tears, “made us learn how to change the reels and clean and tidy them. We worked a whole summer there, and he gave us free tickets after that.”
“Maybe he knew Pops,” You remark, softly, “Sounds like a story he told me ages ago about helping two kids out one summer.”
You’re fussing with the remotes, setting up the movie, and don’t see how James, once again, goes pale.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie, James!” You flop back onto the couch, patting the spare seat for him to sit, “It’s probably one of my favourite movies eveeeeer!”
James smirks and rolls his eyes at you, placing himself in the seat carefully after he removes his jacket, “Uhhh, excuse me, but not all of us grew up with movies on demand, ya know? Some of us were… busy.”
“Who the hell is too busy to watch classics every once in a while?”
The movie enraptured you, as ever you’re fascinated by the time travel, how Sarah Connor is swept up into a whole new life due to a choice she hadn’t even made yet. The way she starts out as an every-woman style character and eventually becomes such a badass called to you. And then, of course, there was Kyle Reese. The crush you had always harboured for him burned… especially when you realised that James looked just a little bit like him…
Tension fills the air again, your concentration on the movie starts to waver. You’re so close to James, and you just hadn’t appreciated before, how big he was. Your upper arms were almost touching, and the long sleeved top he wore did very little to hide the definition of the large bicep muscles he had. 
“This movie is insane.”
You jump slightly, the scene where Kyle had confessed his love had just happened, igniting more than the usual amount of tension for you. James was so close, and he was clearly as tense as you… Those pretty blue eyes stayed on the screen and didn’t turn to you, however, so you answer, trying to break the tension you were feeling, “Well, yeah, it’s about a time travelling cyborg sent to kill a woman before she can give birth to the man who will stop a war between artificial intelligence and humans in the future. And,” You add as an afterthought, “the poor woman isn’t even pregnant… well, yet.”
You’re trying to joke, the antics on the screen showed that the moment of conception was very, very imminent. 
“That’s not what I mean.” James’s jaw clenches, his eyes trained on the screen, “How can a woman like Sarah ever feel comfortable with Reese? His world… she’s always in so much danger, and it’s because of him.”
“You can’t help who you fall in love with, James.”
You tilt your head along the back of the couch and, after a moment, James turns to look at you too, blue eyes burning with something you can’t name.
“If Reese had just left her alone, the Terminator wouldn’t have needed to try and kill her. He should’ve stayed away.”
“She went into everything with her eyes wide open, James. And she loved him, she wanted to help him, too.”
That connection came again, the string pulling at your heart, and this time you could see that James felt it too. His teeth caught his bottom lip, the plump pink flesh turned white under the pressure… you couldn’t take your eyes off him if you tried…
“I have secrets, Y/N… I shouldn’t be here. I should go.”
He didn’t leave, though, or make any movement to indicate that he would.
“We all have secrets, James,” your left hand inched forward, towards his right hand in the gloves he still wore and he never took off, “but you don’t have to carry them alone.”
“I’m not a good guy. I’ll only hurt you.”
This was it, you could tell that he was serious, and he was trying to give you an out. But you thought of everything you knew about him. How he tried to melt into the shadows at The Screen, but how he smiled gently at the children that had dropped their candy on the floor at his feet that one time, and how he had paid for them to get more.
You thought about how he had raved about the Pixar film he had watched, all the emotions he had felt while watching it, and how he blushed when he said he “wished Stevie had been there with him.”
And you thought about his gloves, and his hats. That he had been some kind of soldier who was dealing with a lot and used your Screen as a way to escape the violence of his past was clear to you. He hid because he was scarred, probably physically as well as figuratively. None of this was your business, though. He would tell you when, and if, he was ready. Until then…
You take his hand. James stiffens at the contact… but doesn’t pull away.
“James… you could never hurt me the way that the ending of this film does.”
This time, your joke lands, and his nose scrunches up at you in a chuckle. It was a bad joke, but that was the point, to make his serious look go away. The string pulled tight again as you both laugh, and the distance between you both closes.
The press of your lips to his is everything you had hoped, and your eyelids flutter closed at the deep groan that rumbles up from James’s chest. As far as first kisses go… you knew none would ever top this one.
••••••••••••
Days later, and you’re in the middle of the late afternoon rush, but never has the sound of people demanding their escapism sounded so sweet as it did in that moment.
James is hanging around, shooting sweet glances at you, waiting for the moment where you would take your break and go outside with him. Most days since your kiss, he would come and meet you, kissing you sweetly and bringing you a flower, or a box of chocolates, old school gestures of courtship that made your heart flutter and your lips never stop pulling up into a smile.
You already knew you loved him. That he wanted to take his time with you and what you both had, only made you love him more. What that man had been through, what you assumed he had been through… who were you to ever push someone like that for more? You would wait as long as he needed to share his body, his soul and his secrets. 
Your watch tells you that you have five more minutes, and you gesture to Faith who fondly rolls her eyes whilst taking the ticket and snack order of the man and his girlfriend in front of her. You don’t notice how the man keeps on looking over at James, or how he is suddenly very interested in bringing up CNN on his cell phone.
You only notice that he drags his girlfriend away and out of the door, not paying for the tickets that Faith holds in her hand, her brown eyes wide in frustration, “Rude goddamn jackass! What a waste of popcorn and soda!”
“Oh,” A frown creases the space in between your eyes and you shrug, “just take it for yourself, Faith. He probably had some bad news.”
James came to the counter, looking over his shoulder at the door the couple had vacated, “What the hell was his problem?”
“Asshole muttered something about an escaped convict and fuckin’ ran outta here like a bat out of hell,” another low growl, then, “this isn’t a goddamn movie. Escaped convicts aren’t a real thing!”
The way the man had behaved didn’t bother you anymore, all you could think about was spending time with the amazing man on your left, and you grab his hand, starting to walk to the staff exit, “People are weird, you know that, hon. Okay, I’ll be back in twenty, you okay here?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Wait.”
You look up at James, who was now rubbing his eyes frantically, “Ummmm… rain check, doll? I… I don’t feel so good all of a sudden, probably ate something bad at work.”
Concern fills you, it was possible, James works at a small takeout restaurant in the kitchen, he often eats there to save money and, well, it wasn’t the cleanest of places. You often wondered why he would want to work somewhere with such a shady reputation.
Maybe it was just because it was quiet and he didn’t have to talk to people.
“Sure!” You say quickly, “If you don’t feel well!”
James can’t meet your eyes… he really did look pale…
“I, uh…” he seems to wrestle with himself, his eyes going from the exit to his shoes and to a point over your right shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Y/N… I w-wish I could’ve been different… ummm, I mean, I wish I wasn’t sick.”
“You can’t help getting a bug,” you narrow your eyes, “James, what’s wrong? Are you-?”
“I have to go.”
He pulls you into his arms, suddenly, the kiss he lays on you is sudden, deep, filled with emotions you’re too shocked to unravel, so you just kiss him back, holding onto his biceps with a desperate grip.
You knew he had a prosthetic arm, he told you a while back… a spark of something went off in your brain, a knowledge…
“I’m so sorry, darlin’… I love you.”
His lips left yours, his arms unwound themselves from around your shoulders and waist, and your fingers slip from the warm strength of his body. Without a backwards glance, James left you in the foyer of The Screen.
“He’s sick. He’ll be back.”
Faith doesn’t respond. But there was no need. Barely fifteen minutes later and your Screen is filled with SWAT and agents from branches of the government you had never heard of.
James was James Buchanan Barnes, aka; The Winter Soldier. He was responsible for god only knows how many murders and assassinations.
And you had fallen in love with him.
••••••••••••
So many questions. So many accusations. James Buchanan Barnes has been in your Screen, in your home, so many times over the last few months, and you had no idea about who he was?
It didn’t matter to them that you had only seen the good sides of him, that the Winter Soldier side wasn’t his true face. They dragged you into some dark room and held you for questioning for what felt like days.
You couldn’t give him up. You didn’t know anything and, in your heart of hearts, you knew that even if you did, you wouldn’t tell them anything.
There wasn’t any point, anyway. James was gone forever…
You get home, they release you and make you sign forms threatening prison or worse if you say anything about who was frequenting your establishment. Exhaustion pulls at every single muscle, screaming at you to fall into the blissful oblivion of sleep.
Your head hits the pillow… and you hear the crackle of paper. Frantically, you pull the hidden letter out from the pillowcase and hold it up to read;
Y/N,
I’m never going to be able to apologise enough. I just wanted to go somewhere that I remembered, that held only good memories for me. I knew your Pops, way back when.
I wish I could say that I hate myself for sticking around, for talking to you and learning about this amazing woman who kept Pop’s dream alive and knows more about movies than she does about math.
But I don’t.
I’m a selfish prick, but I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing about meeting you and getting to hold something so good in my arms for the first time in a very long time.
I want you to know, your Screen, your love, it gave me hope for the first time since before the war. I’m keeping it with me wherever I go.
I do love you, Y/N. It’s just funny how I now hate that I turned out to be Kyle and not the Terminator.
I won’t be back. I won’t do that to you.
Thank you for everything, Y/N.
Yours, always,
Bucky.
Tears fall, ink runs, and your heart breaks. 
Turns out your life could be like a movie after all, it just wasn’t the type you
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awkwardlyflustered · 5 years
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It’s Good To Have You Back
A/N: This was requested by @cactus-lad, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for this prompt! It was so much fun to write. Sorry for the weird characterization. 
“Klaus,” Ben said poking Klaus for what had to be the millionth time, “Klaus wake up.” Ben continued to poke Klaus for the next five minutes before sighing and pushing Klaus off of the bed. Klaus fell with a loud thud.
“What the hell? Why am I on the- Ben!”
“Sorry, but it’s ten you should be up by now.”
“Whatever,” Klaus rolled his eyes, “Is that all you need? Or can I go back to sleep?”
“Well I kinda need your help with something,” Ben confessed.
“Well? What do you need?” Klaus asked, finally getting off the floor.
“Okay, so you know how I’m a ghost and everything?” Klaus just nodded in response. “Okay, and you know that because of that people can’t really touch me?” Another nod. “Okay, well I kinda need you to use your powers to fix that. Even if just for a little while.”
“Yeah, I can do that, it’s pretty easy. But why do you want me to do that?” Klaus asked. Ben’s face went bright red.
“You have to promise you wont laugh at me,” Ben stated, face still bright red. Klaus held up his pinkie and Ben tried to grab it, but ended up going right through it. 
“Oh sorry, hold on one sec,” Klaus said then scrunched his face up in concentration, “Okay, try it now.” Ben attempted once again to grab Klaus’ pinkie, but this time it worked. So the two boys made their “pinkie promise” both giggling happy remembering all the pinkie promises from their childhood.
“Okay, well you know how when we were little we used to get into all those little tickle fights?”
“Mhm.”
“Well I kinda really miss being tickled by everyone.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Why don’t we go downstairs and see if everybody is interested?” Klaus asked, a smile growing on his face. Ben nodded happily, running past Klaus and down the stairs. In all of his excitement though, he tripped and fell down the last three stairs.
“Ah! Ow, you stupid stairs,” Ben whined rubbing his head.
“Five did you hear that?” Diego asked Five, who was sitting with him in the living room.
“Yeah, it sounded just like, BEN!” Five jumped up from his chair hugging Ben who just came into the room. “Wait, why can I hug you?” Five questioned looking Ben up and down.
“Because I used my powers,” Klaus responded, casually leaning in the doorway. Five just nodded hugging Ben again.
“Hey, don’t hog him. He’s my brother too you know,” Diego said giving Ben a tight squeeze. 
“Where’s everybody else?” Ben asked, eagerly looking around the room.
“Luther and Allison went to go see Claire, and Vanya went to orchestra practice,” Diego responded.
“Okay, well I’ll just say hi when they get back.”
“So why’d you make Klaus make it so we can touch you again?” Five asked, getting straight to the point, “Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
“Well, um, about that, I, well, um,-”
“He want’s to be tickled by you guys, he misses being tickled like when we were kids,” Klaus interrupted, causing Ben’s face to turn that brilliant shade of red again.
“Yeah, what he said.”
“Well that can certainly be arranged,” Five said tackling Ben. Diego slowly walked over to Ben, watching with an amused smirk as Five tried to wrestle him down.
“I thought you said you wanted this?” Klaus questioned, the same amused smirk present on his face.
“Well yeah, but what fun is it without the fight?”
“Well in that case I should help,” Klaus stated, kneeling down to where Ben and Five were scuffling and grabbed Ben’s arms holding them down firmly.
“Thanks,” Five said, slightly out of breath. After that Five wasted no more time, and immediately dug into Ben’s ribs. Causing him to already thrash around and laugh.
“WAAAAAAAAIT! IIIIIIIIII WAAAAAASN’T REAAAAAAADY!” 
“Aw, poor baby, you weren’t ready? Too bad,” Five teased. After a couple of minutes of digging into Ben’s ribs Five got bored and moved down to his stomach. This sent Ben into a whole new level of hysterics. “Diego, are you going to help? Or just watch the show?”
“Well, if you insist, I suppose I’ll help,” Diego said, already unlacing Ben’s shoes.
“NOOOOOO, DIIIIIEGOOOOO, PLEEEAAASE, NOOOOOT THEEEEERRRRRR.”
“Alright, fine, I’ll start here then,” Diego said rapidly squeezing Ben’s knees. Ben thrashed around so much that Diego had to help hold him down. “Wow, Five, look someone with knees almost as ticklish as yours,” Diego taunted, never stopping the torturous squeezing of his knees.
“Shut up,” Five responded, face red. Diego just laughed then moved up to Ben’s thighs and Ben literally shrieked then fell back into the loud, boyish laughter that he had been producing before. 
“What was that?” Klaus asked while laughing and ghosting over Ben’s neck causing him to squeak.
“Did you just squeak?” Five asked still going strong on his stomach.
“NOOOOOOOOO, THAAAAAAT WAAAAAASN’T A SQUEAAAAAK.”
“Well if that didn't make you squeak then this definitely will,” Five said leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry right over his belly button and digging his fingers into his sides. Ben made some kind of unrecognizable noise, the only thing that we could tell you from that noise was that it sure as hell wasn't a manly one. Everyone laughed at Ben’s reaction while still doing their respective tasks. Five continued with the raspberries, driving Ben up a wall. Meanwhile, Diego started finishing the task he had started before.
“NOOOOO, DIIIIIEGOOO, NOOOOOT YEEET, IIIIII CAAAAN’T BREAAATHE!”
“Well why don't we go just a couple more minutes, then we’ll give you a breather, deal?” Diego asked. Ben just nodded in response, there was no way he would be able to make coherent words. Klaus kept teasing Ben’s neck while whispering teases into his ears. Five continued on with the raspberries, the only thing he would switch would be the other place he was tickling. He would go between ribs, underarms, hips, and sides. Diego just lightly traced little designs all over Ben’s knees. The boys continued this until Ben went into silent laughter, which took about 10 minutes.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Diego asked once Ben had kind of caught his breath. Ben nodded, his face turning red once again. 
“You know you don’t have to be embarrassed by this, we totally get it,” Five comforted when he saw Ben’s face.
“Yeah, just the other day Five came to me asking for the same thing,” Diego said, earning himself a punch from Five.
“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone,” Five complained, his face now turning red. Diego just waved Five off.
“You ready to go for the kill?” Klaus asked. Ben nodded his head shutting his eyes. Klaus and Five immediately picked up right where they left off, whereas Diego took his sweet time taking Ben’s shoes off. Once he had finally gotten his shoes off he slowly dragged his fingers over Ben’s socked feet. After a couple of minutes of that Diego started the same slow process of taking Ben’s socks off. Ben was dying with anticipation, but he sat there and patiently waited. Once Diego had finally gotten his socks off he simply put his hand on Ben’s feet. Barely touching them, but enough so that Ben knew they were there. They stayed like this for about thirty seconds before Ben had finally had enough.
“FOOOOOOR GOOOOOOD’S SAAAAAAAAKE, JUUUUUUUUUST DOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIT.”
“Well I guess if you really want me to,” Diego teased launching a full fledge attack on Ben’s feet. Ben immediately went into silent laughter. He was having the time of his life. After a couple more minutes of everyone going hardcore on Ben he looked like a blueberry, so the guys decided to get off him, at least for the rest of the day.
“It’s good to have you back,” Diego said as he helped Ben up, off the floor.
“I second that,” Five said.
“Thanks guys, but you know the other part of tickle fights I miss?”
“What,” Diego asked.
“Tickling you guys,” Ben responded, turning toward Five, “And I think Diego was saying something about you have ticklish knees?”
“Oh shit,” Five said trying to teleport away, but before he could Klaus drilled into his hips. “Neeevermiiind, I chaaaaanged myyyy miiiind,” Five giggled.
“Well despite what Five thinks, I still think it’s great to have you back,” Diego said hugging Ben one more time.
“Thanks, it’s really great to be back, now should we get to work.” Ben asked. And for the rest of the day all that could be heard in the Hargreeve’s house was the laughter of the boys.
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wokeupinawalnut · 6 years
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It’s My What?
Note: It’s May 29th! Happy 48th Birthday to my small burned cinnamon roll that needs to be protected at all costs!
Summary: One wouldn’t think that Tony Stark of all people would forget his own birthday with all the months of planning he invested in his parties, but well… his chaotic genius side was apparently winning ;) But you are the last to complain, what would make a surprise better than being unexpected?
Warnings: none
Pairing: tony stark x reader
Words: 1.010
Masterlist
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Sunlight sneaked in through the curtains of your and Tony’s shared bedroom successfully awakening you. You groaned, you’d much rather sleep some more… that is until you remembered what day it was.
A smile appeared on your face as you rolled over to pull your boyfriend into a hug and kiss him awake, but it fell when your hand reached into nothing. Startled you opened your eyes, just to see that you were alone.
Now although this wouldn’t be unusual for a normal day, it definitely was for a day like this. Tony never missed his birthday mornings…
With a frown on your face you pulled yourself into a sitting position. “FRIDAY? Where is Tony?”
“At the moment he’s down in his lab, miss,” the AI informed you, “Should I alert him that you’re awake?”
You contemplated the offer for a short while before declining it. “No, thanks FRIDAY. I think I’ll surprise him.” You grinned.
“Very well, miss. As you wish.”
You scrambled out of your bed and without bothering to put on different clothes you stormed into the kitchen, Tony loved it anyway if you wore the iron man pyjamas he had given you for Christmas two years ago.
In the kitchen you were greeted by Steve and Bucky, who had just come back from their morning run, Vision and Natasha, the others surely were still asleep as far as you knew them.
“Getting breakfast for birthday boy?” Nat asked.
“Exactly.” You walked over to the cupboards to pull out a box with sugar cookies you had made yesterday night, when no one was walking around the tower anymore.
Happily you looked at the result. You had decorated the cookies as little Iron-Man helmets and arc-reactors and you had to say they weren’t half bad. You left them on the counter to get a plate to put them on and turned around just in time to catch Bucky as he was just about to steal one.
“Hey!” You batted his hand away. “These aren’t for you! You had your own earlier this year.”
Bucky pouted. “Pleeeaaase… I’ll even share with Steve.”
The Captain’s face lightened up at that and you groaned inwardly, how could you say no to them if they both looked at you like hopeful puppies.
“Okay,” you gave in and held out the plate so they could take one of the arc-reactors. You were rewarded with muffled ‘thank yous’ and a thumbs-up.
While the two ate their cookie you grabbed a tray and placed the rest of them plus two cups of coffee on it.
On your way out you gave Natasha one cookie as well, causing both super-soldiers to complain.
“Why is she getting a whole one?”
“Yeah, she didn’t even ask…”
“Suck it up boys, they just definitely like me the best…”
The last thing you heard before the elevator doors closed behind you was Vision, who obviously had his own opinion about that.
“Well, rating by the amount of cookies each one receives Y/N definitely prefers Mr. Stark to all of you.”
You shook your head grinning before making your way down to the lab.
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Tony didn’t even turn around when the sliding doors to his lab opened and you stepped inside. The music blasting through the speakers was simply too loud but judging by the concentrated look on his face he wouldn’t even have noticed if it was as silent as in a vacuum.
You sat the tray down as an idea came to your mind. You took your phone out and granted yourself access to the sound system, time to change AC/DC into a birthday song.
As the first tunes filled the room Tony looked up in surprise just to see you standing there.
His confusion soon made way for a smile however. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”
He walked up to you and spun you around before giving you a gentle kiss.
You pulled away slightly and looked at him funny. “It’s your birthday, dumme.”
“Not you!” you both yelled simultaneously as Dum-E appeared next to you with a fire-extinguisher.
When the robot drove away again, making sad noises, Tony turned back to you.
“It’s my what?” He deadpanned.
“Your birthday! Did you forget?” you laughed at his expression, “You organized a party and everything…”
“Huh?” You chuckled and pressed another kiss to his lips, before untangling yourself and carrying the tray with your breakfast over.
Seeing the cookies realization finally settled in and Tony broke into a huge grin. “It’s my birthday?” he asked with childlike excitement.
You only ruffled his hair. “Yes, genius. Now, come on, the coffee is getting cold…”
You sat down on one of the work benches and started happily eating your pastries.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Tony smiled at you lovingly after taking a sip of his drink.
“I’ve got more in store…” you promised.
Your boyfriend laughed. “Well, I can’t wait…”
For a while you kept enjoying each other’s presence silently, just listening to the rock version of ‘Happy Birthday’ on repeat.
“And I really invited people to a party?”
You looked up surprised at his disappointed tone of voice.
“Yeah, isn’t that what you do? I thought you loved your parties?”
Tony turned to you pouting slightly. “But I love you more,” he whined, “I want to spend the evening curled up with you in bed with lots of cake and pizza and watch old and horrible movies… I won’t go to that party.”
“You can’t just not go to your own birthday party, love…” You laughed.
“Of course, I can. I’ll show you.”
You only shook your head and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I love you,” you whispered against his lips making him grin at you.
“Does that mean you agree to the movie night?” This man…
“Alright, but only because it’s your birthday,” he was about to jump up and thank you, but you interrupted him, “and I’ll choose the movie…”
“Deal!” He pulled you into a hug. “I love you too, you know?”
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