#he's not a baby he's a sweetheart little spark of pure sunshine

[hikarinokusari]

@xyanmajor If the nephew goes pffffblrrblblrt tomorrow, I will be a proud aunt. If he doesn't, well i'll be disappointed but still proud of my little droolmaster for dealing with this communication nonsense.

Please let me know what kind of pride I'll be wearing by the end of the day.

[spacebunnywrites]

Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.

>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour

>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.

>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.

>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!

>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?

>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.

Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that  day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.

>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!

>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.

Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.

<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN! 

<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.

After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.

>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.

<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…

<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.

>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt. 

<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?

>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out. 

<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite. 

How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.

So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.

"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.

"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?! 

"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.

"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.

"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.

"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.

Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.

"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.

"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second. 

“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again. 

It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.

“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.

BONUS

“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”

[softguks]

once more part two

note: here is the highly requested part two!! please let me know what you think. i’m really really sorry about how late this is, i’ve just been extremely disappointed in my writing lately.

warnings: angst, kind of single mom au??

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

part one

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The world is not always sunshine and rainbows, and y/n knows this by heart.

She gazes down softly at the toddler who is almost two years old, gently rocking the fussing baby to sleep. Her eyes are warm and brown, caramel colored with hints of dark brown. Like all the colors of chocolate swirled together, holding the galaxy in all their beauty. The lights flicker gently in her pretty eyes as she babbles, giggling when her mother blows a raspberry on her tummy.

Y/n’s gaze is both soft and sad, the light smiles and soft glances hiding years of pain and sorrow. She remembers what it was like to be in love. To be so fiercely in love, falling too fast and too hard, enveloping her entire being in a hazy glow. It felt like a spark, excitement and pure love burning in her veins, sending the glow of a thousand stars plucked from the sky and into her eyes. She had once held so much love for him, her heart overflowing with love, filled to the brim and yet she craved for more. But the spark had eventually died out, both of them too scared to acknowledge what both of them already knew. It was a scary feeling, to know that the person you once imagined spending the rest of your life with, no longer loves and is as infatuated with you as before.

She remembers sitting on the blue mat in the doctor’s office, the scent of chemicals and lollipops in the air as her figure shook. She was scared, scared of what she’d already knew, scared of what she had vowed to never feel again: vulnerable and defenseless, her walls beaten to the ground as she clutched to the ledges desperately. Her suspicions were confirmed when the doctor gave her a warm smile, breaking the news she was pregnant.

She was already three months along, hiding the small baby bump behind baggy clothes and oversized sweaters. And in one of her darkest times, she found a spark of hope, a light that she would treasure and hold onto, even if it didn’t last.

—

[ not quite two years ago ]

The birth of Emma was a painful one, but also one that y/n hopes to remember. She had never been so proud of how far she was able to come without someone. When it was just her and her long shifts, struggling to support her little family. She remembers the fear and dread tingling in the pit of her stomach when the doctor told her that Emma might not survive.

She was born two months premature, her lungs hadn’t fully developed and so the little baby was placed into an incubator for two weeks, with her crying mother by her side ever day, praying for a miracle.

Y/N brushes a strand of wavy brown hair away from Emma’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as she blinks back tears. “Hi! Baby, I’m your mommy. I’m your mommy! I can’t believe I’m your mommy.”

[ present time, at the coffee shop ]

“Hey, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Y/N scoffs, pushing her cup of tea away and scooting farther from Shawn. She can’t help but feel almost disgusted in his presence, frowning at him when he gives her a sad smile.

“I was wondering if I could visit Emma.”

She opens her mouth to speak, ready to argue against him when he cuts her off.

“I know it sounds shitty coming from me. I know it sounds pathetic and cliche, but I’m sorry. You-you don’t have to forgive me, but I need to apologize. Im sorry. I was...insecure and in a dark place, terrified you would grow tired of the constant distance and traveling part of my job. I was scared that you would leave me, and so I broke it off, trying to protect both you and me. I was wrong, so wrong, and I only hurt you more. I’m so sorry I was an idiot and for everything I’ve missed. I really want to be part of Emma’s life, if you won’t let me be part of yours. Please let me see her. Please.”

She’s never seen him so desperate, caramel eyes begging her with such desperation that she feels her heart melt. “Shawn, all I wanted was to be with you. I don’t care about the distance and the traveling. I know what I signed up for, and you left me. You didn’t talk with me, didn’t try to fight for us, you just broke up with me like I was nothing. I felt unloved and broken, like maybe I wasn’t worth fighting for and that nobody would ever want me. And going through pregnancy alone was so hard, Shawn. I really hope you mean your apology and that it’s not just to lessen the guilt that you feel.”

“I promise I’ve never been more sincere about anything in my life. But please, can I see Emma?”

She knows she shouldn’t see him, she’s read enough stories to know how it ends. But it feels real, it feels warm and gentle to know that he’s willing to try. She’s never been a person to give second chances, but maybe she’s willing to make an exception this time.

—

“Emma! Emma, baby, come here! Mommy’s home! Thank you so much Ally, for babysitting her. You are a life-safer.”

“Of course, Emma’s such a sweetheart. I’ll be back on Tuesday?”, Ally shyly asks, the sixteen-year-old waving at Emma.

“Thank you!”

“Mama! Mama!”, Y/N grins down at Emma, who’s currently too lazy to crawl to her mother and decides instead to repeatedly whine, waving her arms and sticking her pudgy fingers in the air. She’s lifted off the carpet and into the comforting arms of her mother as she stares at the man in front of her. “Tom? Tommy?”

Y/N laughs, shaking her head and pointing to Shawn, slowly saying his name out loud. “That’s Shawn. Shh-aaa-www-nnnn!”

“Shaw.”, the toddler declares, giggling when her mother tickles her tummy, pressing wet kisses over her rosy cheeks.

“You can hold her.”, Y/N’s voice is soft as she carefully hands Emma to Shawn, where their eyes lock. Her eyes are the same exact shade of toffee brown as his are, and Shawn is entranced by the child in front of him that’s his. His daughter. Emma. His Emma. He’s never been so awestruck, this toddler who he’s barely known for five minutes is tugging at his heartstrings and he knows he’s whipped. He knows he’s willing to die for her already and as he bounces her in his arms, pressing his nose to hers, he finds happiness again.

“I’ve met her for not even five minutes and I would die for her.”, he states confidently, heart lifting when Y/N laughs.

“She has that effect on people.”

The trio is interrupted when the doorbell chimes through the house, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts as she rushes to the door, grinning.

“That must be Tom!”, she calls out cheerfully, unlocking the door.

“Wait. Who? Tom-who?”

part three is coming! please reblog and leave some feedback if you liked it!

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[watchoutforthefanfics]

A Shot of Bitterness and a Pump of Whipped Cream

Ship: Moceit

Summary: Just straight up fluff and flirting.

TWs: Food mention, sucky customers, and almost swearing? (if there’s anymore let me know)

You guessed it, Coffee Shop AU!!!

A early Christmas Gift for @nic-is-here, hope you like it!

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For college loans, he muttered somewhere in his head, for college loans-

"Excuse me?" the woman waved her hand in front of his face, "Are you going to refund me? There's way too much caramel in this coffee."

"Ma'am," Ethan bit his tongue, his grip tightening on the counter ever-so-slightly, "-I can only offer you a replacement drink, on behalf of the fact that you askED-"

He cleared his throat, regaining his composure with the flick of a finger --perks of being an acting major--, "I can only offer you a replacement, purely because I only put the two pumps of caramel that you asked for. However, I could-"

The woman blinked, "There's no way that this is just two pumps! I was practically eating a caramel chew candy. It was atrocious-"

Ethan paused, rolling his tongue over his teeth and letting out a light chuckle, "I... I'll be just a minute, ma'am."

With the swish of his apron, Ethan disappeared into back room. A groan on his lips, he glared at Roman, who currently took the only chair in the room.

Roman was a waiter/barista and apparently it was his break; Ethan's was in... 45 minutes.

"Roman," Ethan snapped, his eyes glinting with a dangerous shine, "I'm going to politely... ask you to move."

Virgil emitting from the shadows, "Ro, ignore him. It's not his break-"

Ethan, not stooping to his level, simply smiled, "Roman, I believe your nerd is out front. The one that sits at table 4?"

Roman's eyes widened, shoving the last bit of the roll in his mouth as he shot up from the chair, "He's early! Virgil, where is my apron?!"

With a teasing grin, Ethan fell into his seat; sparing only a single glance towards Virgil with an all knowing eye.

Virgil rolled his eyes, sliding up onto the table in front of him, "What's happened now, Dee?"

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temples, "It's been a long day, my dear Virge."

Virgil pursed his lips, "Listen, I'll cover you just for a bit, but-"

"Oh god, thank you."

"But-" Virgil paused, the door halfway opened, "-you owe me one."

Ethan sighed, "Yes, of course! Add it to my tab."

Virgil smirked, shaking his head and tilting his head towards the counter; but not moving.

Which was confusing.

"Is she still there?" he hummed, thumbing over his scarred skin with a soft breath.

"Um," Virgil stopped, turning back around, "-listen Dee, I know I just said that I would take it for you."

"Yes," Ethan reiterated, "-you did say that."

Virgil groaned, "There's a literal boy of sunshine out there, whoever you were dealing with is long gone. Go and talk to him!"

Ethan rolled his eyes, "Are you serious right now?"

"I've known you since we were kids," Virgil crouched to meet his eyes, "-he is absolutely adorable, and if you don't go out there? I will call your mother, right n-"

"You wouldn't."

"Don't fu-" Virgil groaned, pulling him up and pushing him out of the door, "Go get him."

So, here he was. Back in his torture chamber, but as Virgil had said, the devil herself was currently gone.

And, yes. There was an atrociously adorable person waiting to be served a ridiculously overpriced latte.

He was not technically short, but his baby face almost made him almost smaller than he appeared. His eyes were a baby blue and his hair was a mess of fawn brown curls, he definitely was gifted in more ways than one.

Ethan typically liked someone flirty, someone to flirt back with him with the same taste and bite in their tone; but things change.

"Hi," Ethan smiled, a bit of sway in his step, "-how may I help you today, cutie?"

The boy smiled, blinked, and then flushed up to his ears. Ethan smirked, leaning forward just a bit more, opening his mouth to speak.

Until the boy did the same.

With a look of bubbling wonder in his eyes, he was just a breath away and was staring straight into his eyes.

Yet, he didn't flinch when he said, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Ah, yes. That, was something Ethan had gotten used to.

But this boy, something about him made it feel different. The fact that he was a breath away from being able to kiss him, and wasn't even flinching?

Ethan could swoon, but no one could ever prove that.

"I..." Ethan cleared his throat, falling back a bit, "Thank you."

Straightening his apron, he cleared his throat and regained his composure. The boy however, seemed to be innocently grinning at him; as if he didn't do that on purpose --which, Ethan really doubted.

He muttered under his breath, grabbing a cup with a dashing smile, "It's always the cute ones."

"Now," Ethan began again with a dashing smile, and a glint in his eye, "-what was it you wanted?"

He paused, running a thumb over his chin with a look of such... mischievousness on his face. Nevertheless, Ethan had to remind himself to listen because god, this boy had him by the ropes already-

The boy, with a bashful smile, spoke (maybe to buy time with him, but Ethan couldn't say for sure), "Any good recommendations... uh-"

He squinted, even behind his glasses, "Ethan! Ethan."

Speak of the devil, Ethan smiled, "I'd have to say the peppermint mocha with a single shot of chocolate is to die for."

"Single, huh?"

There was a twinkle in Ethan's eye, this was way too fun, "Yes, yes. I did say that."

The boy grinned, "Alright, I'll take one of those then, sunflower!"

Ethan almost flinched at the affectionate nickname, but it was oddly sweet. For someone matching his flirtatious skill, that is.

"Okay," Ethan swayed slightly, uncapping the marker lid with his teeth, "-and who do I make this out to?"

"Patton," the boy smiled, "-my name is Patton."

Ethan hummed, scribbling his name onto the cup: Patton, "Nice name for a nice face..."

"Um," Patton hummed --cutely fumbling with his hands--, as Ethan began working tirelessly behind the counter, "-when's your shift done here?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, deviously, "In about 30 minutes, I have a break; but, I get off in about 2 hours. Why, sweetheart?"

Patton flushed, "Uh, well..."

Roman appearing at just the perfect time, interrupted him, "Hey, Dee! Uh, my... friend at table six wants an iced tea please? On me? Just add it to my tab, ye-"

"Oh," his eyes shifted to the b--Patton-- standing across from him, with a telling gleam, "-was I... interrupting something here?"

Ethan rolled his eyes, so far into his head his swore they were probably all white, "Prince? I think your 'nerd' wants you."

Patton watched him flow away from the counter, as he piped up with such a tone of curiosity that Ethan couldn't find anywhere else, "Uh, Dee? I thought your name was-"

"It's," Ethan pursed his lips, "-my middle name is Damien, and I've known a few of them from childhood. The name just... stuck."

"That's-" Patton's lips quirked into a grin, "That's adorable."

"Ah, now-" Ethan hummed (ignoring the red flushing all the way to the tips of his ears), pumping the shot of chocolate into the mocha, "-where were we?"

"I, uh-" Patton smiled, his eyes a little scattered but he seemed to be slowly gaining a spark of confidence in his eyes, "-I would... There's a diner, a few blocks from here. It, it has some really good sandwiches..."

"Joe's?" Ethan grinned, sliding his cup over to him with the suave of wonder, "I know the place."

They sat in silence for a second as Ethan quietly rang up his coffee in a quick swift movement, "That'll be 4.92."

Patton leaned forward, digging around in his pockets, "Oh, uh. Can I add something real quick? ...To my order?"

"Of course!" Ethan hummed, a little preoccupied with his thoughts, "We've got rolls, biscuits, muffins, yogu-"

"Your number, please?"

Ethan blinked, turning around with the swish of his apron; wow, that was new. He felt a rush up his arms, fiery yet still gentle; as he smiled at the beautiful boy in front of him.

"You know what," he hummed, throwing in his offer, "-why not, Patton?"

With the push of a button, out came the receipt (short and sweet, at just the right size) with a quick movement.

Ethan scribbled down his number with a dashing smile, "Take me somewhere good, and I'm sure you'll get much more than a coffee next time~"

And there, there was the spontaneous combust he was hoping for; a flustered Patton was quite the sight to see.

Afterall, did he really think he could win against me?

[tickle-me-stoked]

Sanders Sides - Happy Birthday, Roman

A/N: WHOOT what better way to start out on tumblr than with a bad fan fiction that’s probably my best, sad as it is. This is about Romans birthday, which was today, my sweet baby boi. Anyways, please enjoy if you can, I tried.

Word count: 2497

Summary: Roman feels alone on his big day; ‘cognitive distorntions’, or no. (wow I’m awful at summaries I’m so sorry)

Warnings: self-deprication, cognitive distortions, sadness, bad English and writing skillz.

If ive forgotten ANYTHING please lemme know!

I’ll definitely add a taglist if anyone wants to be in it! I love everyone, all of you are beautiful.

AAAHHHHH IM TERRIFIED PLS DONT KILL ME

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Roman wiped his eye. Yes, he was crying. He could admit to that. But wouldn't you? He'd gone all day, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for whatever he had hoped the other sides had in store for him. He waited all day for anything, whether it be a celebration, a present, or something as simple as a hug.

He didn't. Nothing happened today. From the moment the clock struck midnight last night, to now, where midnight was right around the corner, he waited. He was silent about it. He hadn't wanted to speak up or ask in fear of ruining something. Maybe it was surprise, so if he asked about it, surely Patton would break or something else would give it away. He didn't want to take that risk. But now, he sees that maybe...

Maybe he had nothing to loose.

It was his birthday. And here he was; sitting alone, crying, lost in his thoughts of whether or not he was truly loved, whether he actually meant something.

He wiped his eyes again. Teeth clenched, he went and pulled on his hair. He couldn't sob. Crying... crying was fine... right? But a sob would disturb the others. He wouldn't mind if someone, preferably Patton, came down and found him. If it was out of pity... he'd take it. At least with pity, they still cared enough to acknowledge him. Whereas silence just said that they didn't care. At all.

A happy birthday. He'd gotten words, a simple 'happy birthday' from the other three sides. But after that, it was as if nothing was different. Was a birthday not a celebration? Was a birthday not important? Had this day not happened, Roman wouldn't be here. Everything would be different.

But instead, everything is exactly the same. Nothing changed. The only difference is the love he feels. The love that is slipping away, as if it was never there to begin with. He loved his friends, loved them, but they obviously didn't feel the same. Clearly, he didn't mean as much to them as they did to him.

But that was okay.... Or it should be. It is, but it hurts too much to feel right. He'll still take care of his friends, he'll always be there for him. But they won't be there for him. Is that fair? Is that right?

Roman ran his hands over his face. His hands came back drenched in tears. He stared at the water as it ran down his palms.

What now? Does he just act as if this never happened? Should he say something about all this? He wouldn't want to be a disturbance... but...

Who was he kidding? That's the exact reason they don't like him, isn't it? He can't just go ahead and make things worse. Then he'd truly be outcasted.

Whatever. If they don't care that-that's fine. He'll get over it. He has to.

Roman sniffed once, then rose to his feet. He hesitated, wondering if he had the strength to walk the stairs, then pushed forward anyways, knowing his bed was up there.

Before he could make it passed the coffee table, he heard his name.

“Roman!” He looked up and found Patton barreling down the stairs. He slammed into him, wrapping him up in a hug which, surprisingly, took Roman off the ground. “Oh, sweetheart!” Patton placed him down and backed up to look him in the eyes. “Oh, were you crying? What’s the matter, Ro? What’s wrong?” Roman quickly threw his arm up to wipe away the tears. Now that the moment struck, he was twice as sure he shouldn’t lay his problems out. But having Patton here, staring at him with those big, worry-filled eyes, it practically pulled the words out of him.

“I-I’m sorry, Patton. I didn’t want to be a burden, um-“

“No!” Patton yelled. Roman stared in shock. He’d barely gotten to say anything, now Patton was what, mad? Roman figures he’d have every right to be upset, but he hadn’t even said anything yet. “I will not have you insult yourself like that.” Hold on. What? Patton was mad because... Roman thought of himself as a burden. That was very Patton-like, but that was the reaction he often gave to Virgil. He never seemed so upset when he’d said it before. Now, he was practically fuming. The rage in his eyes — what was going on? “This is your day, dedicated completely and entirely to you! On this day is the day where you, Roman, our faithful prince and trustworthy hero, are the world. You’re the center if the universe today, Roman. Everyday actually, but especially today! You have no right to say that about yourself.” Roman couldn’t believe it.

He was crying again. Why was he crying? Because Patton hated him? No. Because Patton was mad at him? Yes. But the reason behind Patton’s anger was that he loved him. Patton was upset that Roman had thought so little of himself. Why should he feel that way? All of the amazing people in his life, people who hardly had the potential to hate to begin with. They loved him. Patton proved it.

Or at least... Patton loved him. The others, Logan and Virgil, did they? Or were they gonna yell at him later. Were they going to yell at him for crying about his birthday? Were they going to yell at him because he’d upset Patton.

Oh no, he upset Patton. What had he done? This was exactly why they shouldn’t care. He hurt their beloved Patton. Nothing can make up for that.

Except for this. A hug. Patton pulled him into another hug. He held him tight, but comfortably so. Slowly, Roman let himself fall into the security of Patton’s embrace. He rested his head on his shoulder and held on tight right back.

“Everything and anything you feel is valid. Never assume we won’t want to help you in any way we can. It’s the least we can do for everything you’ve done for us.” Romans eyes shot open, his muscles tensing. He threw himself back from Patton’s and stared into his eyes, searching for any signs of lies or miscommunication.

“What could I have possibly done?” He wonders in awe. Patton smiled softly. He slowly reinitiates the hug, holding gently to Romans frame.

“For one, you’re a great hugger.” He mumbled. Roman couldn’t help the scoff that escaped his lips as he returned the gesture contently. “But you always had this spark.” A spark? “Whenever you’re passion shines through, which is a lot more than you would think,” he said with a laugh. “It makes us smile. We can see how happy you truly are, the genuine emotion in your eyes as you speak. It makes us so happy!” Roman moves his eyes downward and smiled. Did they all think that? Did they actually think that his passion was endearing? “You always make sure we’ve got a smile in our face. Whenever one of us feels down, you work your absolute hardest to turn that frown upside down. And it always works!” Thinking about it, he doesn’t recall a moment where it had failed. Everyone has their bad days, but he was always able to get a smile from them, even at their worst. “You’re silly, rambunctious, energetic, and pure sunshine.” Roman, although his smile didn’t dissipate, sighed sadly.

“You’re talking about yourself, Pat...” Patton softly shook his head, his body swaying along.

“I don’t think I am. Ro, you wear the brightest of smiles, you have the strongest of hearts, (have I mentioned great hugs?) and the most love to give. Without you, Roman...” Roman could feel the smile drop from Patton’s lips, causing his own to fall. “I don’t know where we’d be...” Roman backed up. He looked calmly at Patton. He took note of every detail on his face. Physical, and the meaning behind them. How his small smile lit up his hoping eyes. How his cheeks had little dimples and a flooring of freckles beneath the pink tint of his precious face.

“Patton...” What can he say? Everything that Patton said hit him hard. He hadn’t believed any of that in what felt like years. Patton’s choice of words couldn’t have been more perfect. No set of words coming from any other mouth could’ve made him feel more alive than his beautiful Patton’s. Birthday forgotten, Roman spoke what the only words he was able to think of. “Thank you.” Patton’s little giggle warmed his heart.

“You don't need to thank me, Roman. Everyone knows the kind of star you are. And you are the brightest one in the sky.” Roman raised an eyebrow. Brightest in the sky?

“Are you sure you’re not talking about the moon?” Patton laughed wholeheartedly, earning his own from Roman. He returned into the hug, for yet another short moment.

“If that makes you feel better, then yes.”

“Anything from you is perfect, my dearest Patton.” Patton giggled again.

“There’s another one. All the cleverly thought out nicknames you give us.”

“Oh, come on, that one could’ve been better. It’d help if I wasn’t so tongue-tied thanks to you.”

“Are you complaining?”

“In a way, I suppose.“ Patton poked his pouted lip and the two shared a laugh again.

“Anyway, we should get to bed, huh?” Roman frowned slightly. After all this, finally beginning to feel better, they had to part.

“I uh,” However, he knew what Patton had said. And of course, he trusted him completely, but a small part of his mind warned him to not overstep his boundaries, in case he did become too much. “I guess. Yeah.” Patton could sense the unease in his voice. The little smile said it all. He took Romans hand and lead him calmly up the stairs.

Although, Roman raised an eyebrow as Patton reached for his door. Why was he going into his room? Why not his own? Does he want to tuck him in or something fatherly like that?

The moment Patton walked into the door, Roman right behind him, the lights flicked on.

Inside the room was the most miraculous sight his eyes had ever seen.

Balloons littered the floor and the ceiling. There were streamers perfectly parted at the ceiling light and attaching back by the walls. The light itself was tinted. Not a specific colour, but with glitter, making the room seem to sparkle. A large cake sat with candles — many candles — on top. The cake itself was huge. It was like a wedding cake, but for a birthday. Around it was an array of different beverages and candies. Of course, there was a palate of veggies too, seeing as how no one could resist those. Then there were the two large speakers on either side of his bed, tall enough to match the height of his bed posts. But the best part was Logan and Virgil.

The two of them had party hats on their heads. They stood in the center of the room, underneath a banner that was hand-painted to say ‘Happy Birthday, Roman’. He could tell by the print who wrote what and who drew what. Logan and Virgil both had genuine smiles on their faces after they had shouted ‘surprise’.

There was a surprise party. He hadn’t ruined anything? All this time, he thought he’d messed everything up, destroyed everything he thought he had. And why? Because he hadn’t gotten a party? These foolish, stupid ideas had invaded his mind so much that he couldn’t see the love in his friends eyes.

But these boys, these three beautiful men, had done the most wonderful thing and thrown him an entire surprise party. He could see the piling up if presents behind the left brained sides.

He hadn’t noticed his tears until he felt his legs give way. Patton had barely managed to catch him, but did as they settled softly on the ground. He blinked the tears down his cheeks and saw the other two racing over.

“Roman!” They cried. All of them had their hands on him, for reassurance and support and comfort. He wanted to hug them all, but his arms weren’t long enough. He settled on stealing himself and went to wipe his eyes, soaking his hands once again.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He spilled out with a small laugh. He sniffled, and smiled at the others.

“Ro, are you okay?” Virgil asked in a semi-panic. Roman nodded his head calmly and wiped some more tears.

“I’m great, Virge. It’s all thanks to you.” Virgil took a double take. Logan as well.

“So these were... ‘tears of joy’?” He wondered. He seemed almost afraid of assuming incorrectly. But Roman simply nodded again.

“Yes, I’m sorry for being such a mess, especially so consistently around you, Patton.” This time, Patton let him speak. Earlier he had stopped the bout of self-deprication and filled the blanks with compliments. He must’ve known that now it would lead into the source of the problems. “I guess I just got lost in the idea that... that it was selfish to want a birthday and that that was a reason toward why you’d hate me.” At the silence of the others, he conintued. “I know, it was stupid, but it all just made me realize how lucky I truly am. What was selfish was thinking so illy of you three... and I’m sorry for that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Patton assured.

“It is completely understandable that lack of attention on such a special and momentous occasion would draw unpleasant thought processes to oneself. For that, we owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, we’re really sorry,” Virgil agreed. He and Logan had their heads ducked, looking guilty and depressed. “It was kind of our fault, to be honest. Lo and I just wanted things to be.. a little too perfect and... took longer than necessary.”

“Don’t bring yourselves down because of me.” Roman backfired. Honestly, with all the blaming, Roman found himself with an urge to laugh. “Because it was a surprise, I can see the kind of stress that would promote. That can be a lot resting on your shoulders. If anything, you two would be the most suitable for perfection.” This time he did laugh, mainly in hopes that they wouldn’t take offense, seeing as that was not his goal. They shared a glance at one another, and both shrugged, feeling awkward, yet knowing it was the truth. “But this... this is perfect. Thank you.” He pulled Patton into his left and Logan into his right, then dropped his head to rest against Virgil’s, whose hands held the formers mentioned.

“Don’t get tears on my pants, Princey.” The four laughed. Roman could barely recall any of the invasive thoughts he’d been having before. Just being in the mere presence of the ones he loves so much takes the pain away.

[shinydixon]

Brave (Daryl x Reader) [REQUEST]

Hiiiiiiiii!!!! I actually have no idea if I am requesting correctly, haha. But anyway!! Could you do a story where the reader is a teacher in Alexandria, and she protects all of the children, and Daryl adores y/n for it. The reader has this pure, happy attitude where she is smiling all of the time, and then all of the sudden, when the children are in danger, she goes into mother mode, and does everything to protect them. Just a love story between Daryl and the reader. sorry if I wrote too much:)

Requested by anon

I hope you like this and sorry if I take so long.

WARNING: NONE

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL MISTAKES.

I still need to edit this, but you guys waited so long so I’ll take care of that later :3

You can find my Masterlist on my profile description ;)

“Open the gate!” Rick’s commanding voice echoed in the silence of Alexandria.

The noise of the gates being opened is followed by a the rumble of an engine.

Daryl Dixon just came back from another run.

Like any other day, the expedition outside the safe zone’s walls went well, however , this one was special.

A certain (h/c) haired girl gave him a very special task.

His loved one was a teacher back when dead people didn’t came back to life; and now she has a little school for all the Alexandrian children.

 “Even if the world isn’t like before, it doesn’t mean we have to rise uneducated children“

 He remembered your words the day you asked to open a school in Alexandria, he loved the fact that you weren’t afraid to speak your mind.

The smile on your face and the spark on your eyes when Rick agreed with you  and decided to allow you to have a little space for teaching, were vivid on Daryl’s mind.

You were his sunshine, his ray of happiness and the person who saved him from himself after Beth’s death.

The thought to see your beautiful face in a little, made Daryl walk toward your classroom with a smile, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Rick, who choked a laugh.

He had never see Daryl this happy in the whole time they were together , unless you were right by his side.

Daryl ignored his friend’s teasing and kept walking with the big backpack on his shoulder.

He could hear the children’s laughs from the outside.

 “Damn, these little rascals are noisy”

 When he finally opened the door he was greeted by the sound of millions little voices calling and cheering for him.

For these little kids Daryl was an hero, and the fact that he killed zombies with a crossbow and could drive a motorbike was the cherry on the top of a cake.

Everyone admired him and wanted to be like him one day.

“Hey there stranger”

Startled by the voice behind his back, Daryl quickly turned around only to be met by the big smile on the face of his longtime girlfriend.

Smiling, Daryl gave you the backpack: “A little present for staying away from you the past two days”

(Y/n) opened the backpack and she couldn’t believe her eyes:

Inside there were paper, pens, markers, books and other school supplies.

Without thinking twice you enveloped Daryl into a tight hug, which he reciprocates bringing his hands on your waist.

“Thank you, you don’t know how much we needed this” “You’re welcome sunshine” he answered, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

Suddenly you felt a grip on your white tank top: “Mrs. (Y/n), what’s in the bag?” asked a little girl in pigtails.

Crouching down at her level you smiled at her: “You see Claire, Daryl brought us some presents”.

At the word presents you find yourself surrounded by curious kids, trying to see what the presents were.

“Daryl was so kind and brought us new books and pencils so all of you can draws everything they want”.

“Mr. Daryl you’re the best!”

“I wanna be like you when I’ll grow up”

“I’m gonna draw Mr. Daryl”

You noticed how Daryl was blushing, he wasn’t used to compliments.

You took his hand and you both smile at each other.

“Mrs. (Y/n)?” little Claire called you again.

“What is it honey?”

“Are you and Mr. Daryl in love like the prince and the princess of the book we had read?”

“Yes honey, we are” you answered smiling at the curious little girl.

“That means that you’ll live happily ever after?”

She was so adorable, you couldn’t help but keep smiling at her.

“I hope so”

“And then you’ll have babies that will come here to play with us?”

“And that is the cue for me to go helping Rick with the supplies” Daryl quickly says, too embarrassed from the situation.

Giggling at seeing him so frustrated you stopped him.

“Be careful okay?” “Shouldn’t I say that?” Daryl answered with a grin.

After what seemed an eternity he finally kissed you before leaving the class at the sound of little voices singing “(Y/n) and Daryl sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G”.

Despite the good time you had teaching at these little kids, you couldn’t forget that today was the day Saviors will came to Alexandria taking half of the supplies.

  When the noise of the Saviors’ cars and vans interrupted you from your task, you decided to distract the children by reading one of the books Daryl brought in the morning.

Unfortunately, a Saviour decided to enter in your classroom for an inspection.

“Oh what do we have here?”

You noticed the scared expression on the kids face so you walked toward the intruder, deciding to stand up for the kids.

“This is a classroom, you won’t find anything here”

“Wanna bet?”

The Savior walked toward the closet which contained supplies for children such has snacks, juice, spared pencils and so on.

“Well these are not weapons but will do”

He started to take everything  he found, however you walked to him with the intention to stop him.

“These are for the children!”

“Shut up you little bitch!”

A slap resounded in the whole classroom, it was so strong that sent you to the ground while the children started to scream in horror.

“Don’t treat Mrs. (Y/n) like that, you meany”

Claire went to the Saviour, punching him on his left leg.

A big grin appeared on the man face.

He took Claire’s hand and stared down at you:

“You should teach these kids some discipline”

He brought up his arm, ready to hit the little girl who was watching the man with a scared expression.

However, before he could hurt her, you got up and punched him on the nose, breaking it.

The man fell on the ground screaming in pain, while Claire ran to you, crying.

The Savior’s screams and the sounds of the children cheering up for you were interrupted by someone entering the room.

Everybody went silent.

A big and tall man with a baseball bat enters the room, followed by Daryl and Rick.

“What the fu…” taking a look around he noticed the children so he tried to check his language.

“What happened here?”

Negan was angry, everyone could tell that.

“That little bitch broke my nose” the Savior answered with a pained moan.

“The bad guy hit Mrs. (Y/n) and wanted to hurt Claire too” a little blonde boy suddenly spoke to Negan.

You noticed that Daryl was ready to charge the man that had hurt you, however  Rick grabbed him by his shoulder, shaking his head.

As much Daryl wanted to hit that man, he couldn’t risk to worsen the situation, he decided to listen to his friend.

With a grin, Negan crouched down to his lackey’s level: “Once we get back, you’re in a real fuckin’ trouble”.

Despite the expression of horror on the Savior’s face, Negan kept smiling, looking at you: “Sorry sweetheart, I assure you that this won’t happen ever again” putting emphasis on the “again”.

After Negan and his Saviors left Alexandria you knew for sure that you won’t see that man again.

  Later that night, you were sitting on the counter of your kitchen, while Daryl took care of your bruised cheek.

“I can’t believe you stood up against that guy despite he had a gun on him while you were unarmed”

“So? I should have let that guy hit a poor little girl?”

Daryl could sense anger on your voice, however he just smiled at you: “Actually I’m proud of you (Y/n)”

You smiled back at him and stare at each other in silence.

“You should’ve seen the look on the kids’ face…It was heartbreaking…inside of me I felt like to protecting them, even risking my life doing that, even if I’m not their mother”.

A sad smile made his way on your face.

Daryl knows that you wanted to start a family with him, he knew that since the time you all lived in the prison; however ,  back then, he wasn’t ready for such a big responsibility.

Moreover he saw what happened to Lori and he didn’t want to lose you the same way.

But now you both have an house in Alexandria, and even if the Saviors kept  coming for supplies he knew that here in Alexandria, with him, you and all the members of the group that you both call family,  your child will be safe.

And after what you did today, he was 100% sure of what he was going to ask you.

“You know (Y/N)…this house is too big for just the two of us”

“ Daryl? Are you trying to say what I’m thinking you’re going to say?” you asked, looking at your boyfriend with your eyes wide open.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want to…of course the first thing I wanted to ask you was to marry me…but I couldn’t find a ring so this other thing will do”.

Giving you a quick peck on your lips he kept talking: “(Y/n)…I want a baby with you…do you want to give me the honor to become a father?”

Smiling you brought your hands on his cheeks while you lean down to kiss him.

What started with a chaste kiss became more sensual, while Daryl’s hands went under your tank top.

“Why…we don’t try….right….now” he tried to say between your passionate kisses, however he didn’t wait for an answer.

He lifted you up from the kitchen counter, your legs on both of his sides while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You kept kissing and giggling while he walked you both into your shared room, ready to start a night full of passion and love.

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