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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon, it makes me really happy and comforts me that you enjoy reading what I submit. It makes me really happy to write all of this and finally be able to tell someone my ideas. Thank you so much.

At first he kept trying to deny the father figure role, but when one night Jackie had a nightmare and came to him and ended up calling him dad, he stopped denying it and accepted it. And once he accepted it he did basically adopt all of them. Jackie and Grievous are literally chaos incarnate most days. They regularly love to prank the contestants and just act insane. Ran and Jackie just kind of hang around eachother, like Ran could be reading and Jackie training and they'd enjoy eachothers company. They do sometimes nap next to eachother, or play card games (which is a rare instance where Ran gets (playfully) rilled up and competitive). Grievous and Ran bonding sadly gets interrupted when Ranbob suddenly drops in, but before that Grievous would try to talk to Ran about what book he's reading and just try to make conversation with him.

Oh the height difference definitely remains. And its both terrifying and hailours to new people. It's even better when it's a 2v2 fight because Jackie has a habit of just climbing Ran like a monkey gym and sitting on his shoulders and its terrifying.

Well, since the drinking age is 3, I personally think the age limit is like 14 or something close. I believe I made their ages as Ran is 19 (almost 20. Maybe 4 months away), Jackie is 16, Watson is 30 something, Grievous is 22, and Ranbob is 28 (Ran is younger than his brother by 9 years) I have written down all their ages somewhere (and the ages where the events of Mizu took place) and if I got any wrong I will submit another ask with their ages. The other gladiators have managed to keep good relationships with most of eachother. A few like Grievous and Genevieve are close, Edward, Levi, and Watson are drinking buddies. Lagguis sadly isn't as involved cause he is sick and can't vist often at all. (I think I got everyone. Tell me if I missed anyone please, I cant check cause whenever I exit tumblr, tumblr deletes everything in my ask :') )

I dont have many rules for the Pit rn but I do have, no injuries that could cause long term or chronic damage, no sabotaging opponents, no teaming unless its a team round, no blackmail or anything of the sort to force an opponent to forfeit, and in order for a battle to end due to forfeit both sides must agree to it. But the Pit in general is a lot of things, there's fights for money, fame, and positions (like general). There's tournaments meant for nothing other than to show skill and just to fight your heart out. It's open to anyone above 14 and anyone under 80, to people from Subbin to those just passing through.

And there are different battles in the Pit, theres singles, the ones we saw in the Tales of the SMP episode. Teams, where teams of 2 battles against eachother. Free-for-all, where literally everyone fights against eachother. And Ion battles, battles where there are super powered weapons (like flame 2 iron sword. Or strength 3 potions) that spawn in the area at random. Typically Ran and Watson work best toghere, as their strategists and plan everything with back up plans, and they always call out warnings and watch eachothers back so its incredibly hard to actually hit them. And Jackie and Grievous work best toghere, with the two going insane and often taking people by surprise with their unmeasure and randomized movements and attacks.

At the start Ranbob was completely under Dreams thrall, not being able to really think for himself and even foregoing self care. When Ranbob starts to become himself again the fishermen are more than confused and hesitant, with Cletus especially stating multiple times that it may just be a trick. So it takes a while but Isaac actually is the one to suggest maybe it isn't a trick, and has to do with the mask that was found. This is later confirmed when the mask is brought to the group and Ranbob has a massive negative reaction that sets him back to how he was when they first met him.

Im honestly not sure yet, I think I want it to be a 'lets never go back' type thing but im not positive yet.

I dont have a solid backstory for the fishermen, but I know I want a little bit of it to tie to the story. Do you have any ideas for their backstory or nah? I do know I want them to have met eachother while they where in unfortunate situations and because of those they got family level close.

Ranbob doesn't take the little space well at first; staying outside when able too, even though that really upset Benjamin; and Ranbob has no idea how the outside works and has no idea how to read the weather or what he can and cant eat, but hey the enderman boi is trying his best to make up for everything he's done. And trying to build his own house to not impose on the fishermen (much like Ranboo did with Techno), but Benjamin wouldn't accept that and kept dragging him inside. It wasn't that hard for Benjamin, Isaac, and Charles to get used to Ranbob, already being used to sharing a small house, it was more Cletus with him refusing to leave Ranbob alone even for a second because he doesn't trust Ranbob at all.

The two groups actually get along surprisingly well! They like eachother and Watson once said, "It was like a family reunion. Or like long lost siblings finally found their way home."

I am once again not sure! Originally I planned for them to stay in Subbin and in the Pit. But the more I think about it the more boring that is and more I like the idea of the groups traveling toghere in the world.

I like this question! So enderman travel in groups called hauntings right? I personally headcanon the enderman in this group are basically family, biological or not. And ever since Ran and Ranbob lost their family they lost their haunting, which can be mentally damaging to a enderman. Once Ran found Waston, Jackie, and Grievous and started hanging around them more, he started feeling a connection ot them he hasn't felt on a long time. He's claimed them, as his haunting, his family. And he'll defend them with his life against anyone and anything. And then suddenly Ranbob came in, a enderman that should be part of his haunting but isn't, a enderman that killed his previous haunting. So Ran is incredibly defensive over his group, and is trying his best to keep Ranbob as far from his haunting as possible, to protect them.

Now Ranbob also got a haunting, his being Charles, Isaac, Benjamin, and even Cletus. So Ranbob is also defensive over his family. But unlike Ran, Ranbob still considers his brother as part of his haunting, his family (and yes, Ranbob did think Ran was dead when he first chased him out years ago, so he's shocked and relieved that his baby brother is still alive). And he sees how his family gets along so well with Rans family and then starts to even consider Rans haunting part of Ranbob's. Basically Ranbob has a big heart and is willing to accept almost anyone into his family, no matter what they've done.

Yep, the reason Porkius is so interested in Ran is because he's an enderman hybrid. And no one else is a hybrid expect for the two brothers (and Porkius, with him being a piglin hybrid).

Porkius is excited! He's excited to see what happens and is more than happy to agree to help as long as he is kept in the loop. Though unless he's directly asked to be involved he prefers watching from a distance at whats happening. Just so he doesn't get mauled by a pissed off enderman.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes (its late) and its so long! Im probably going to try to shorten them.

I’m glad you’re happy, it’s a nice thing to feel. Your ideas are really cool, and I hope I’ll get to see more of them in the future.

Now, can I simply say how adorable so much of this is? Jackie going to Watson when he had a nightmare, the Rans being protective of their groups, Jackie climbing Ran? I love that, it’s very heartwarming and cute, and it made me smile.

So Watson wasn’t really sure what to do with his new title at first, hm? And then Jackie called him dad? How’d he feel about that? How’d Jackie feel about the slip? Or did he even notice? He’s parenting them all, he’s gonna have a dad voice and everything. How do the adopted ones feel about him embracing it?

Jackie and Grievous, two people to truly fear when they wish to cause havoc. Tremble before them. Do they prank people, or do they just become absolute madmen on the battlefield? Or something else. Honestly, anything with these two just instantly makes me amused.

Jackie and Ran being chill buddies. very nice. Ran getting competitive over card games is a funny thought. Does he win often? Does Jackie? What kind of card games do they play?

Rather sad Ran and Grievous bonding is interrupted, but it’s nice to hear Grievous trying it. Hopefully they’ll get there someday.

Oh my god, it’s the height difference. Jackie getting on Ran’s shoulder sounds absolutely terrifying. Imagine being some poor new guy pitted against these gremlins and the short ones climbs on the tall ones shoulder-both look absolutely gleeful with the destruction they’re about to wreak, and you already know you cannot outrun them.

Jackie...Jackie...he’s da youngest. He’s small, and young, and you have no idea how much I’m laughing at this. I don’t even know why, it’s just really, really funny to me. Probably something to do with what a complete force of chaos we all know this boy is. Oddly fitting, but hilarious. How does Jackie feel about this?

How do the others? Are they a bit more protective over him? Does Ran like to flaunt his three years more over him?

Grievous and Genevieve are buddies! Very nice, they seem to have a good dynamic. Watson, Edward, and Levi also being close? Very interesting, has a lot of potential. I bet they share a lot of funny stories.

So we’ve established the basics of The Pit. Doesn’t seem too bad, for a fighting arena, to be honest. Seems pretty popular, actually. Do the gladiators live there? In the palace? Or do they just have a house somewhere nearby? What kind of establishments and areas are around? Food places, stores?

So Ran and Watson are the scariest team because of their strategy, and Jackie and Grievous are the scariest team because of their randomness? It checks out. I’m curious though, how do the other combinations work out?

Ranbob sounds like he has a less than fun time here, and the poor guy could really use some closure. What’s he like, free from the influence of the mask? He seems pretty close to Benjamin, so at least he’s got that going for him. Though he and Cletus don’t seem to have the strongest bond at first. How is that resolved?

And how does Ran feel about his brother’s new haunting, after everything? I imagine that he’s at least a little bit unhappy with it, for one reason or another-and there’s quite a few reasons for him to pick from.

How did that house-building attempt go, between Ran never being above water, and probably never building a house before? I can’t imagine too well.

Some ideas for backstory, well, hm. Isaac seemed dressed a bit fancier than the others, perhaps he comes from a richer family than the others? That’s about all I’ve got for now, sorry.

It’s nice to hear they got along, who clicks the easiest?

Possible road trip? Always fun.

So, the enderman hybrids have adopted their respective groups as their hauntings. You’ve mentioned Ranbob’s pretty cool with this, how does Ran feel? Obviously, he’s less than pleased with Ranbob, but what about the fishermen? Protective Ran and Ranbob! How protective exactly? Is it subtle, or overbearing at times? Actually, how do their instincts lead to them interacting with their groups overall?

Porkius must not see Ender hybrids too often, if he’s so interested in them. It’s nice that he’s willing to help out though, and his concern is valid. I wouldn’t want an angry enderman hybrid after me either.

Are hybrids not overly common, then, if there’s only Ran, Ranbob, and Porkius around currently, or are they just not mentioned a lot?

Thanks for the ask, a lot of it made me smile. I enjoyed reading it, and I hope you’ll be willing to send more when you have the time.

#dream smp #Brothers AU #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #isaac #charles #benjamin #cletus #grievous #porkius

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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THIS THE DUMBEST MF REQUEST U EVER HEARD BUT IM ON MY PERIOD AND I HAVE TO TAKE MEDS BC CHRONIC CRAMPS ANS ITS GIT SO MUCH MF CAFFIENE AND IM FUCKING TRIPPING RN AND FOR SOME DUMBASS REASON I NEED DIN X READER WHERE READER TAKES MEDS AND GOES BATSHIT CRAZY LITERALLY IM SHAKING SO MUCH WOEOWOW SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME TH IFN IM ASKING FOR YOURE GRET!!

Hi friend, I hope you’re okay now and feeling better! Din blurb? Din blurb. Enjoy! Thank you @rosetophighlander for providing some much needed inspo!

Mandalorian Masterlist

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When it came to your least favorite time of the month, you were normally able to handle it...for the most part. It’d been a routine that you’d been going through for what seemed like eons, but some months were worse than others. This was one of those times; not just one of those times, but also the first time you’d had this much pain around your Mandalorian companion.

The morning had gone fairly well, you’d made sure to stay hydrated and eaten a decent breakfast, along with your small green friend, but why the time the afternoon started, your insides were in utter turmoil. You thought you were doing a fairly good job of keeping a neutral face and hiding it. Until...

“What’s wrong?” Din’s gaze was trained on as you sat in the co-pilot’s seat, hand on your stomach and a contorted look on your face. So much for handling it well...but it was hard when it felt like your innards were being eaten.

“N-nothing,” you lied, biting the inside of your cheek as another wave of cramps rolled over you. You should have known better than to lie to him. He was a trained bounty hunter, years of practice had made it easy for him to read just about anyone.

“Why are you lying?” he asked and you just sigh and let your head flop to the side, letting out an exasperation groan.

“Period,” you finally said through gritted teeth as you pointedly avoided looking at him, “I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” he sounded almost nervous but just awkwardly cleared his throat. He wasn’t inept when it came to a woman’s body, but it had been some time since he’d experienced being with a woman during her time of the month. You just nodded and a waved a hand in his general direction, “is there...”

“No,” you said quietly, hoping that if you remained seated and still that the pain would dull and pass quickly. Din stood up after a few more moments of watching you silently struggled with the waves of pain, disappearing without a word. Maybe you’d scared him off?

But no - he was back within a few minutes, handing you a big glass of water, followed by a few pills that you didn’t recognize. You didn’t even bother to ask what they were, or what their origins were, but you quickly swallowed them and down the glass of water.

“That should help,” he said softly and you nodded, giving him a thankful smile, “maybe you should...take a nap.”

“I’m not tired though,” you insisted, knowing the tiredness that always accompanied this time of month could come later in the afternoon. It always did, like clockwork.

“You’ll...just trust me,” he insisted, nudging his head in the direction of the your shared sleeping space, “you’ll want to sleep. It might be...just take a nap.”

“Oh...kay,” you shrugged and decided to oblige him, slowly clambering out of spot and heading for your cot. You might have been going crazy...but did you already feel better? Din wasn’t normally so cryptic or weird, but you weren’t to question him. Besides, maybe a nap would be nice...

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Once you’d slipped into your cot, it took only a few minutes until you gave into the soft pull of sleep. If you’d been awake, it would have surprised you, but instead you were quickly snoring...and loudly.

But then...almost as quickly as you feel asleep, you were wide awake again. Your eyes snapped open as you felt a rush of energy running through your veins...you felt more awake than you possibly ever had. But your pain was gone, instead you felt nothing but pure adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Din,” you almost shouted, as you jumped up and ran to find him. When you didn’t spot him anywhere on your floor, you climbed up the cockpit and found him there, playing with the Child, “Din!”

A small, quiet oh no spilled from his lips as you almost barreled him over in your attempt to sit down in your normal spot. He had hoped this wouldn’t happen, it was a risk he was taking...but alas. Your eyes were wide as you sat down and stared at him, speaking so fast that he wasn’t able to catch more than a word here and there. Part of him wondered if you were even speaking Basic anymore.

“andidon’tevenknowwhatyougavemebutifeelsoalive,” you jumped up again, peeking outside, studying the dying light of day. Maybe you could go out and explore for a awhile. Just as you started walking off again, Din grabbed your arm and keep you from walking away, “what?”

“I think you need to stay inside and sit with me,” he felt bad that you’d had such a reaction to the pills he gave you, but couldn’t deny that he was little amuse, “it’ll pass soon, but I need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, bouncing on your heels as he kept you restrained, “I just want to go and explore!”

“Cyare...no, just say with me please,” he insisted softly, “but are you...feeling better?”

“There’s no pain,” you promised, “I just feel so...alive! Have you ever heard colors before? I’m pretty sure I’m can hear them!”

“Kriff,” he sighed lightly to himself.

“What even was that stuff?!” you asked as you pulled free from his hold on you and started to dance around the open space, “I love it! I feel so alive!”

“Painkillers,” he admitted honestly, letting the Child down to try and get you in his arms again so you wouldn’t hurt anyone...namely yourself, “apparently much more potent for someone of your size.”

“We should get more of that stuff! We should go to the market and buy some,” you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him, finding it hard to get the large man to move along with you, “you should take some too! Maker, can you imagine how much we could if we don’t have to sleep and we just play?!”

“You can’t buy this stuff at the market,” in order to give you some reprieve, he gave in and danced with you, letting you guide him around the open space.

“Where then!? We have to go!”

“It’s not exactly...legal,” he confessed the last part quietly, but you were so hyper-aware of everything that you picked up on it. You shrugged it off regardless, “I probably shouldn’t have given it you. I should have known better...”

“No, this is great,” you insisted, stopping and put your hands on his shoulders, “I’ve never felt so...amazing! I feel like I can do anything!”

“Yeah...that’s one of the effects,” he cursed himself silently. He’d just wanted help you and alleviate your pain, instead he’d created a whole different type of problem, “cyare, why don’t you come with me and we can go lie down.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you pouted at him, but he just hung his head, “I just wanna go outside and be with you!”

The last part tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, and while he was glad you weren’t in pain, he didn’t mean to induce all of this either. At least this way you were enjoying yourself; the grin on your face hadn’t faltered once. He weighed his options for a moment before nodding lightly, “alright. We’ll go outside and explore for a little bit, but if and when you start to feel sleepy or anything else, you let me know, yes?”

“Duh,” you promised him, your eyes glowing with excitement as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his helmet, where his cheek would be, “we’re gonna have so much fun!”

You leaned down and picked up the Child, carefully as you could in your current state, and Din stopped breathing for a moment. He knew you’d never do anything to hurt him, but in your haze, he was mildly concerned. But you were still so gentle with him, making sure he held tightly against your chest before descending the latter to go downstairs.

“Come on, slow poke!” you called to him as he listened to your footsteps running out of the ship. He sighed lightly, almost in amusement as he quickly followed after you.

He had a feeling you weren’t going to be the only exhausted by the time you were coming down from your high. At least he knew better for next time: half dose...or perhaps something more legal...either way, he vowed to make sure to take care of you.

#din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the Mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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hallospaceboyy · 4 years

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I’ve no idea if your requests r open rn so sorry if they aren’t! but is it okay to ask 4 a sweet soft gentle tender fic where Zelda & the reader are both sick w/like nothing at all serious, just unlovely colds, & they cuddle & care for each other (ideally w/Hilda’s help) & snuggle in bed all day long?

Quarantine

AN: I merged this with another request I got for Zelda and reader self isolating and doing cute things together. Hope you like! Also I do not speak French so if any of the last part doesn't translate right I apologise, i was v confused lmao

You and Zelda had both been forced to stay home when you started to experience cold-like symptoms, had no choice but to quarantine with the illness sweeping through Greendale. Zelda still insists she's never been sick a day in her life, despite the sniffling, coughing, and most surprisingly, her lack of want for a cigarette. But you have always been sickly, had it much worse than the redhead in the beginning, and she insists on your bed rest, and stays with you the entire time trying to play at feeling better than she actually does.

She soon caves though, when the fever takes hold, and you're both laying atop the covers sweating profusely, night dresses clinging to your hot bodies. She pouts and wraps her arm around your waist, resting her burning hot cheek against your chest. You both want nothing more than to strip down to nothing and open all the windows, feel as if you're burning, but Hilda has been bustling in and out of the room, insists on keeping clothed and keeping the windows firmly shut, not wanting the chilly autumn air to worsen your coughs, which you both begrudgingly agree to.

“I think I'm dying.” You murmur, and Zelda snorts against you, resulting in a fit of coughs, and she groans.

“Me too.” She croaks, and you giggle, threading your hands through her copper hair, twiddling it around your fingers.

When Zelda looks up at you, your heart swells at how very adorable she looks. Her nose is bright pink, cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and her bottom lip is sticking out in a childlike pout.

“You're cute when you’re sick.”

She glares, but it doesn’t look the least bit threatening in her current state, and the glare is interrupted by an abrupt sneeze.

“I am not cute. Ever. I am a huntress.” She rolls off of you onto her back, spreading herself out and closing her eyes.

“Well, I have to admit, the raspy voice is pretty hot.”

She laughs at that, shaking her head and looking over at you from beneath heavy lids. “I never thought I'd say this, but I am most definitely not in the mood.”

You giggle, lazily entwining her hand with yours and letting your eyes fall shut. You're just drifting off when Hilda barges the door open and sets a tray down at the end of the bed, and the savoury scent of chicken soup floats to your nostrils.

“Time for you two to eat something, and take your potion.” Hilda says, and it sickens you how cheerful she sounds, and if your head wasn’t aching you'd roll your eyes. You accept the food gratefully though, looking to Zelda who has curled onto her side and refusing to move or acknowledge her sister's bubbly presence as you spoon the warm soup hungrily, delighting in the way the warm liquid soothes your sore throat. The redhead still hasn’t moved when your soup is gone, and Hilda brushes her damp hair from her face and places a cool hand against her forehead.

“I'm not hungry Hildie.” She whines, and Hilda sighs.

“Tough. You have to eat to keep your strength up.”

“What's strength?” She mumbles, weakly heaving herself into a sitting position, and Hilda laughs, shaking her head.

“So dramatic, Zelds.”

You take the bowl from Hilda and hold the spoon to Zelda's lips, and she hums as she takes it into her mouth, her eyes drifting shut.

“Zelda, High Priestess of a Coven, having to be spoon fed by her girlfriend cause she's got the flu.” Hilda jokes, watching the exchange with amusement, and Zelda opens her eyes to glare at her.

“Everyone needs to be cared for sometimes, right Zelda baby?” You smile as she accepts another spoonful of soup, and she nods. You're feeling a little better after eating, just a little bit chipper, and you lean to press a soft kiss to Zelda's pink cheek.

“I most definitely need looking after while on my death bed.” She mumbles, and you laugh, turning her face to press a kiss to her lips.

“We aren't really dying, silly.”

She pokes her tongue out at you, but says nothing more, and when she's finished her soup, and you’ve both taken your foul tasting potion, her eyes are a little brighter. Hilda leaves the two of you alone as you snuggle against her, and she wraps an arm around your waist. It's not long before the redhead is snoring, and you soon drift off with your head on her chest to the steady rhythm of her heart.

Once the two of you are recovered, you still decide it's best to stay at home, isolate yourselves to avoid the possibility of passing your illness to others, or contracting something new entirely. You’re enjoying the downtime you’re getting to spend with her, lazing around the house, nowhere to be, and it's nice to see Zelda stress free and relaxed.

Some days you just lounge in the parlour, and Zelda reads to you from her favourite books. Your head rests in her lap, or on her chest, while she recites Edgar Allan Poe, or H.P Lovecraft in her soft, sultry voice. You could listen to her all day long, her voice makes you feel boneless it has you so relaxed, and Zelda delights in the way you gaze up at her lovingly, enraptured at her every word.

Although Hilda is the avid baker of the family, you and Zelda have a good try at it, following her sister's recipes, failing rather miserably, but you both have fun anyway. Most of the time you hardly even finish the job, distracted when you feel Zelda press a hand to your ass, and look down to see a powdery white hand print there, and then when you turn from the counter, she presses flour covered hands to your breasts, grinning cheekily at the marks she leaves there.

“How very mature of you, Zelda Spellman.” You laugh, dipping your hand into the bowl of dough you had been mixing, and swipe at her cheek with a gooey hand. She gasps in mock indignation, and then she suddenly grabs you and hoists you onto the counter, tangling powdery hands in your hair and kissing you hungrily as you wrap your legs around her waist. She's thoroughly distracted by your mouth on hers when you sprinkle flour into her hair, and you giggle against her.

Later, when you eventually part to head upstairs for a bath, covered almost head to toe in flour, she tuts when she glances to the bathroom mirror, sees the specks of white in her auburn locks.

“Cheeky little witch.”

You only grin at her devilishly, begin shedding her of her clothes as you wait for the claw foot tub to fill with water, and Zelda does the same, hands skimming your bare body as she strips you. You both laze in the steaming bath, Zelda between your legs, and she hums in contentment as you wash her hair for her, massaging her scalp. You stay entwined in the hot water, skin on skin, until it turns cold, and then you both begrudgingly drag yourselves to the bedroom, lay a tangle of limbs there instead, drifting off into a pleasant nap.

Zelda also takes the time to start teaching you French, and you’re useless at it at first, but she is patient, doesn’t laugh at you when you pronounce things wrong, distracts you with kisses and soft touches when you grow frustrated. She reads you the morning paper every day in French, sat at the kitchen table sipping coffees, cigarette holder perched in her hand, and you slowly begin to recognise words, listen to her intently with your chin resting on your hand.

You only keep at it despite feeling hopeless because it has your stomach flipping when you hear her speak it, and after a couple of days you’ve perfected the odd sentence, and you distract Zelda by surging forward to press insistent kisses to her neck, fingers sliding up her inner thigh beneath her skirt.

“You're never going to learn anything if you keep getting distracted." She murmurs, chuckling and tilting her head back when you nip at her pulse point.

"Then stop being distracting."

"Does it turn you on, my speaking French?" She whispers, gasping as you lick up to her ear and suck at her earlobe.

“I am more than a little moist.” You mumble against her, and she laughs at that, pushes you to lay back on the sofa and crawls on top of you.

“Well, I'll gladly take care of that, mon amour.”

"Je t'aime, my Zelda." You whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck and kisses her soft lips.

"Je t'adore, mon chéri."

#zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #caos #caos fanfiction

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lovelyparkers · 4 years

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i’ll stay

summary: you're very sick again and end back up in the hospital and peter rushes over because you're his world. (me rn bc i want peter to come visit me)

warnings: being in the hospital, oxygen tubes, needles, angst, fluff, 1.6k words

you weren't sure how it happened. you were doing fine one night, then woke up the next feeling like you were dying. you could barely breathe and your heart was going nutty. you could barely walk out of your room to tell someone and get to the car to go to the ER. you were so dizzy you fell in the hallway. you couldn't see straight. why? who knows. it just...happened. the worst part about it all besides feeling like shit, there was no diagnosis.

so you were currently laying in a hospital bed on your usual floor with your usual nurses and your usual grey beanie that you stole from peter. it was the middle of the night and your parents had left to go sleep, but you didn't mind it, that's always how it went. you were used to the hospital and used to being with out your parents. they had jobs and other things to tend to.

you closed your eyes slowly, letting the oxygen from your nasal cannula flow through your nose, assisting your breathing. your heart monitor was constantly beeping and though you were used to the sound and it served as white noise, you wouldn't be sleeping tonight. you entertained yourself by clicking through the various tv channels yet finding nothing of interest, it all being news or infomercials. plus the noise and brightness of the tv got too much for your hearing and vision so you just turned it off after ten minutes. so you just sat in bed, staring at the dark walls since there was no light outside nor in your room, hospital lights were just too bright.

then your beloved nurse meg came in to give you your daily medicine. yes, daily medicine that you woke up for at 2 am every night to take. "how ya doing y/n?"

you sighed, "not so great meg, not so great."

"i know. can i get you anything?"

"mmm maybe some ice cream?"

meg crossed her arms and scoffed at you, "it's 2 am, really?"

"really."

"i'll see what i can scrounge up," she said leaving the room after you swallowed some pills.

after she left you realized you hadn't told peter you were back in. he was usually the first person you told. not that you wanted him to know everything, but he asked because he cared about you and wanted to make sure you were okay. so you figured you'd text him. regardless of the fact that it was 2 am, the boy never slept. he was up most nights, took naps in the day apparently. you don't know how he functioned. in spite of that, he thought the same about you.

and of course, after texting him, 'i'm in again,' he immediately replied 'on my way.' the text had saddened him, no doubt. it hurt him that you hurt and that you were sick.

it was useless to tell him not to come to the hospital because you knew he'd come nonetheless. it was not visiting hours but apparently peter knew the night guard at the front and could get in anyways. when he left late after visiting you, the guard, frank, was always there and peter often held conversations with him. and being on good terms meant he could probably get in at 2 am to come visit you. so, you just texted him your room number.

peter arrived anxiously 15 minutes later. he entered through the front of the hospital and came face to face with frank.

"hey frank!"

"peter! what on earth are you doing here at this hour?"

"visiting y/n."

"oh she back in?"

peter nodded, frantically tapping his fingers on the welcome desk and frank was already writing him a visitors tag, "i'll let it slide, just this one time."

"thank you so much frank! you're the best!" peter replied pointing at the man after securing the tag. peter practically bolted to the elevators.

"ay! no running peter!"

peter slowed down and put his hood up on his grey hoodie, trying to 'hide' from frank. he got to the elevators and hit the button of your usual floor. he tapped his foot all the way up the short ride before getting out and quietly walking into the hallway to find your room. the hospital was weird at night. almost eerie. there was an occasional doctor or nurse in the hallway but other than that it was dead silent and a bit dark. he sneaked his way past the nurses station to get to your room at the end of the hallway.

"peter?"

peter stopped dead in his tracks like he just broke the law. he turned around and saw meg standing in the hall.

"hi meg," he said smiling with his puppy dog eyes, " 'm here to see y/n."

"i figured...you do know it's almost 3 in the morning though right?"

"right."

"which means it is not visiting hours."

"uh huh."

"so you should not be here."

"yeah but i just thought i'd swing by," peter gulped, "i was in the neighborhood?"

"i know you're not telling me you were walking around new york city at 3 am."

"well...ok i wasn't but y/n texted me and i'm really worried about her and i just thought—"

meg waved him off with a yawn and turned back to the nurses station, "whatever, you two better be quiet."

"yes ma'am," peter replied turning back down the hall to find your room. it was all the way at the end and he walked in to find you struggling with an ice cream sandwich wrapper.

"hey y/n/n!"

your eyes lit up at hearing your nickname. "peter oh my god i can't believe you actually came and got up here." the two of you started laughing as quiet as possible while peter shuffled over to your bed, kicking off his shoes and jumping in next to you.

" 'course i came!"

you smiled at him, you loved him so, so much. you held the ice cream sandwich up to him that meg had brought you. "mind opening this? i'm too wirey today," you said gesturing you the iv tubes and oxygen tubes.

"yes i will, if you give me half."

"deal."

peter easily unwrapped the sandwich and as you attempted to grab it from his hands his took a bite.

"mmm, wow y/n/n, this is great."

"hey! give that back!" you grabbed it back from him and took a bite of your own, sharing the ice cream sandwich. "this is good."

the two of you laid in bed together, finishing off the ice cream and talking. peter didn't ask you once 'what happened?' or 'what's wrong?' and that's what you loved about him. you've been asked those questions too many times to count and it gets frustrating telling the same story over and over again. he knew how to handle it. and he was there to make sure you were safe and happy, not to bombard you with questions. he only talked about it if you wanted to talk about it, he respected it because he knew he would never know what it was like.

you brought a hand over his body to squeeze him tight in a hug. "thank you for coming. it made me really happy."

"no problem," he hugged you back, lightly stroking your side to comfort you, something he knew you loved.

"i see you still have my beanie." (go read my other hospital imagines 'sickly lovely cuddles' and 'hospital prom' if u don't understand the beanie thing heheh)

"of course i do, what would i do with out it. it's like you're always here with me."

"good. you keep it."

"duh, i'm never giving it back."

he laughed at you and smiled and you just smirked and pulled his hoodie strings, tightening the hood around his cute little face.

"hey!" he yelled all muffled, "not nice."

you laughed now as he pulled his hood down. it was moments like these you cherished, when you almost forgot that you were even sick at all. sure you still felt like absolute shit but peter made you feel happier and more alive than ever. he truly cared about you.

there was an awkward moment of silence between you two, something that never happened before, as you sat there in bed cuddling. but you quickly sat up, feeling hot all of a sudden. "uh, it's getting late pete, you don't have to stay here all night. may is probably worrying."

peter sat up as well, mirroring your body and blushing, "oh may knows, it's fine...i'll stay."

you debated in your head for a second, feeling something new in your body, and it wasn't illness. and you just shook your head as a way to say 'okay.' you laid back down to get comfortable, heart rate slightly rising as he joined you again.

"can we just go to sleep?" you asked quietly.

"yeah, yeah sure."

you closed your eyes as you melted into his body, "thanks again, for staying."

"you don't have to thank me, i've got you."

he held you that night, falling asleep in the twin sized bed together and luckily the nurses didn't kick him out. and that night as he closed his eyes with you, he realized he loved you.

#peter parker imagine

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taeyongbestboi · 4 years

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Okay, so i just took a nap and had the most fanfic / wattpad dream EVER like idek anymore.

It goes like this

I was on a music show concert and one of the artist in the line up was nct dream (we young era OMG THEY’RE SO TINY) and i decided to buy a more expensive seating section, while my friends bought the cheaper one (it was 50 thousand rupiah and mine costed 75 thousand rupiah). It was kinda like “Spotify on Stage” or something, so they’re cheap.

Anyway, idk why but i decided to bring my dog with me and he’s just running all over the place and i noticed that the venue itself wasn’t really crowded (idk why either) and my dog accidentally went to the venue (that time the gate wasn’t even opened) and i took a peek inside and it wasn’t that big. It has 2 levels and apparently, my ticket was idk what happened but i should be on the main section (1st floor) but ended up being on the 2nd level on the LEFT WING jeez. So all of my friends went in first, they all got to the 2nd floor, leaving me and my dog behind and i patiently waited for my section’s gate to be opened.

And so, it finally open. There wasn’t anyone going to my section and i was going in alone (?) pretty weird huh. And so i sat down, kinda near the railing or a wall (the railing or wall is on my right) and who knows where my dog went but he just wasn’t with me anymore (its a dream, relax)

AND SUDDENLY

CHRISTOPHER FREAKING BANG WAS SITTING BESIDES ME.

I’m laughing rn

So he sat down. Lemme describe his physical appearance and look in DETAILS.

He’s wearing a black tshirt (duh, his usual), his hair’s blonde (MY UTMOST FAV), and he’s wearing silver jewelries like a bracelet and also skz’s necklace. He’s so pale jeeeeeeez omg and doesn’t wear that much makeup lol. You know guys, i can LITERALLY feel that he’s besides me. Creepy right omg what kind of dream

And, he’s gorgeous. Guys, he’s so gorgeous :”) i feel like crying right now

AND THEN WE TALK. WE TALKED LMAO

Okay, so i can only remember some, so it goes like this

“Whoa, aren’t you Bang Chan from Skz?”

“Yeah that’s me” and he laughed

AND THIS DREAM WAS SO MADE SENse like HE’S AUSTRALIAN AND HE SPEAKS ENGLISH AND PLEASE IMAGINE

“Wow, what are you doing here?”

“Idk, just seeing a concert, being like a normal people”

Up to this point, only two things went weird. 1st is that i have no idea where my dog went, 2nd idek which country i’m in rn. How is bangchan here watching the same show with me?

After that i just went “ahhh” while nodding and i actually told him that i want to this section alone cos apparently my friends r on another section so i’m thankful that he sits besides me.

And he got closer, talk into my ear (cos the concert’s starting) and said “you’re most welcome”

AND HE ALSO THANKED ME FOR TREATING HIM LIKE A NORMAL GUY AND NOT AS A CELEBRITY

And i did the same :/ i lean in and said “anytime”

AND

AMDISNJZSIUAKKZISB I CANT

THIS PART MAKES ME GO BOOOOOM BOOOOOOM

i’m writing this with the biggest and dumbest smile on my face dang

He said that he got kinda shy after i spoke right into his ear like that (cos we’re too close)

AND I LITERALLY WENT “NOOOO DON’T SAY THAT” and blushed hard damn boy

AND HE’S ALL CUTE AND GIDDY WHILE SAYING THAT???? U KNOW WHEN HE’S GIDDY? A giant fluff ball indeed.

Okay, so then we ended up enjoying the concert together like we’re homies. We laughed, we cheered (i cheered for the dreamies tho lol) and our shoulders would often met and we’ll laugh about it omg it was heavenly

At one point i realised that it was just a dream and i have the audacity to think “well, even if it’s just a dream, make it last” WOW I’M SO COOL LMAO

And the show ends and i forgot whether it’s before the show or after the show but Chan actually asked me out. LIKE HAHAHAHHAHA HE ASKED ME OUT YAS GURL U HEARD ME RIGHT

He said, “why don’t we hang out a little?”

And i was like :0 “o-okay...”

Well i mean, i wouldn’t mind tho??? ITS CHRISTOPHER FREAKING BANG

AHHHHHH AND AND AND I ALSO TOLD HIM (at one point on our convo before the show starts) that i actually like him and that he’s one of my bias in skz and he was like “oh, really??” And i was like “bruh, i watched your show on Januari 2019 in Jakarta!!” And we laughed (again) and he seemed happy to know that i’m a stay

Back to the topic where he asked me out and i said yes and we exchanged our contacts i forgot it was our numbers or sns? Idk i don’t remember.

ONE DAY, he really picked me up y’all. I cant anymore

So apparently, we’re in my country, in my city, basically my territory. And in this dream, i wasn’t super rich, my family was actually struggling to live. And i live in this tall but old building, alongside my neighbours who were as poor as us. We live in flats, yes, that’s the word. And the building we’re living in is actually my church building irl so it felt super real.

The one who picked me up was actually his driver. I have to pick Chan somewhere in the city. After that we decided to grab some meal and we start throwing each other silly questions

Me: “well, what’s your fav food?”

Him: “rice.” WHILE SMIRKING LIKE ????

Me: “bruh, we’re asian!! We eat rice!” I laughed

And he laughed

Akxjdndkdisnkzjdbaksj naui simjang

Me: “okay, what is your fav food OTHER than rice?”

And after that i cant remember anything anymore (about the convo :))

I also can’t remember where we had lunch, this 2nd half of my dream is just us inside his car

Then we talked about a lot of things. I remember telling him a lot about my story (i just cant remember the exact things i told him, nothing really absurd though just my interests n stuffs), and he would too, and just like that back and forth. The ambience was nice, and relaxing. That time i really felt time has stopped because irl i need to deal with quite a lot if things (that include my thesis, the struggle to keep on going as my parent’s business wasn’t in the prettiest shape due to covid-19, and other stuffs). And the fact that i really need someone to talk to atm makes the dream 1000000000000% better.

So, it was the time for us to finally call it a day. And i know by heart that after all of this end, i wouldn’t be able to meet him again. How could i? I have experienced a full day hang out with the precious Christopher Bang, i couldn’t ask for more right? It was more than enough for me and i’ll continue to be his ordinary fan. On our way back to where i live, we kinda became quite. As if none of us wanted it to end.

And

Omg i said the word ‘and’ like a thousand times now

Okay so

Listen

It was 15 minutes away from where i live, so our meeting would soon come to an end.

And he suddenly pulled out some kind of a recorder or a music player idk it has a can-like-shape, and start playing a track.

It was an unreleased track. About a girl who make his heart goes warm, someone who supports him for who he is.

I nearly cried writing this guys

And he asked me to listen to it

And i did

And i was like “chan, this is beautiful”

And U KNOW THE FEELING

OF AN INEVITABLE GOODBYE

THAT ANGSTY FEELING

INSIDE YOUR GUT

I FEEL THAT

*cries*

The song is beautiful. The lyrics, the melody, everything’s perfect.

I managed to listen to it twice, but i cant remember how it sounds like. But it was BEAUTIFUL. Trust me on this.

And i just remembered, THE SONG IS IN FREAKIN KOREAN. I cant speak korean :”) but i understands EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. Dreams r cool

And he got all giddy again with his goofy smile, and somehow my brain process it to:

‘Chan wrote that song a long time ago, probably. Well, definitely before we met. He’s now showcasing it to me and the lyrics clicked and maybe i’m the girl in the lyrics’

I don’t wanna make it sound like it’s all about me (even tho it’s my dream :”)) so i asked him

“This song is about stays, right?”

And he answered

“Well, you’re a stay right? So, yes.”

OKAY :”””””””

I feel like he felt that our meeting was destined, even though we’ll never gonna see each other again after this, we know that both of us are grateful for this meeting.

Omg i really hope that i’ll dream like that again tonight

OH SIS I’M NOT DONE YET.

So, we arrived at my place. He parked the car and i was still listening to the song and when it came to its end, IDK WHY but (please forgive me for this idek what i’m doing) and i somehow REACHED FOR HIS ABS? TRAILED IT ALL THE WAY UP WITH MY RIGHT PALM (Jesus, forgive me), and then we

Kissed.

Yes. Just like that.

And the next thing that i remember is that he accompany me until i’m outside my flat, and people on my neighbourhood wondered who’s the guy (cos he looked rich and handsome) LMAO

And then i wake up.

This is one of the few dreams that i remember that has a nice ending. The nap ends when the dream ends. It was sooooooo satisfying!

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Okay thank you for listening to my unimportant story :”) i do hope one day you’ll get a sweet sweet dream of your bias just like me. Have a good day, y’all!

#skz #stray kids #dream #fanfic #nap #stay #bangchan #woojin #lee know #changbin #felix #han #jisung #hyunjin #seungmin #i.n #in #jeongin #alskndaukshdn #i love my life #jyp

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losfacedevil · 4 years

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When You’re Ready - PT 1

a/n~ This is different for me, Usually I use characters from other places or singers as such. But this time I decided to go my own route completely. I hope this is something everyone enjoys!

“Fuck this noise.” Sebastian slammed the nursing book he was reading shut, reaching up to run his fingers through his unruly curls as he turned to his room mate. The other boy sat at his desk across the room, his textbook long forgotten as a strand of hair trailed into his mouth and his chin rested in his hand. “Fuckin really dude? I have my licensing exam and you have boards next week, are you really choosing now to nap? Yo, Mace!” Sebastians voice was loud enough to wake the dead though Mace didn’t budge, not even when a crumpled up paper ball hit him square in the forehead. “Mason! I swear to the highest heaven.” Sebastian chuckled, getting up and making his way over to his buddies desk, hand slamming down on the book in front of him.

“What is so important that you had to result to violence and disrupt my beauty sleep, Breezy?” Mason cooed, his voice soft and melodic. Another chuckle slipped past Sebastians lips as he flipped open the book laying on the desk and skimmed the page quickly. “Think fast what’s exocrine pancreatic insufficiency?” He asked, his eyes landing on a random medical term. Mace shrugged, his eyes fluttering open as he leaned his head back to look at the younger boy. “How the hell am I supposed to know that?” Sebastian wrapped his hand in Maces’ shoulder length hair, giving it a quick tug as he slammed the book shut. “You better hope they only ask you what chicken pox and appendicitis is if you plan to even so much as pass the tip of the boards iceberg. Ive heard they’re a thousand times harder than my RN licensing exam.” Mace chuckled, pushing the palms of his hands into his eyes causing static like bolts to shoot across his vision. “I still can’t believe you chose being a Peds nurse over general surgery.” Sebastian sighed, making his way back over to his desk and resuming the notes he was taking. “I want to spend the rest of my life on a Peds ward helping kids feel better and making them smile when all they want to do is cry. I’m sorry I’m not cut happy.” Mace shook his head, rising from his seat and stretching his back before heading towards the door. “Not what I meant, Breezy and you know it. Do you want anything to eat? I’m starving.” Sebastian shook his head, swatting his hand over his shoulder at his room mate. “I’m good.” Mace chuckled. “Tuna and provolone it is!” He called halfway out the door. “No thank you!” Sebastian rolled his eyes, wasn’t up for Maces’ games today. “You lie, I’ll grab your coffee too.” Mace called, letting the door click shut softly behind him.

Sebastian sighed, the words on the page scrambling and becoming a jumble of letters as his vision blurred. Shaking his head he closed the book, deciding that he would much rather go get his own coffee. Pushing back from his desk he quickly slipped his feet into his white vans, grabbed his keys out of his drawer and left the room making sure to lock up behind him. The younger boy spotted Mace not too far up the hallway, one of the pretty interns talking his ear off and showing him a faux chart. He nodded his head at all the right times but Sebastian was keen to his ways and knew he wasn’t listening to a word the girl was saying. Chuckling at the scene before him he took off at a slow jog, quickly coming up on the pair.

“Yo Mace, how longs it take to get ya boy a coffee?” He joked, driving his fist into the older boys shoulder. Mace reached up, resting his hand on the back of his neck as a blush crept across his cheeks. “Well ya see, I was on my way there but then Jayde stopped me.” Sebastian laughed, shaking his head at the embarrassment splayed on Mace’ face. “Did Jayde stop you or did you stop Jayde? Did you forget I can hear what you do in the bathroom at night?” Sebastian nodded, catching the slight widening of the girls eyes out of the corner of his own. Making his way past Mace he bumped his shoulder into the taller boys, a subtle nod thrown towards the cafeteria. “Don’t worry, shoot your shot, I gotchu, cream no sugar right?” Sebastian stuck his tongue out, turning on his heel and power walking to the cafeteria. Sebastian couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he scanned the pastry case, needing something sweet to top off his salty attitude. He knew it would only be a matter of a minute or so before Mace was breathing down his neck, the anger and embarrassment seething from him. He side stepped, swiping two glazed donuts from the case as he inched his way over to the coffee cart, giving the older boy ample time to scold him. A warm hand gripped Sebastians shoulder -gentle but firm- pulling his back up against the other persons front. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sebastian chuckled, absolutely reveled in the fact that Maces voice was melodic even when aggravated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mace face.” Mace sighed, rolling his eyes as he pushed Sebastian towards the coffee cart. “Don’t you Mace face me, Breezy. You know damn well she ain’t got the right parts for me.” Sebastian couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips, letting his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “I’m still fully clueless. Donut?” Maces’ upper lip curled in disgust, couldn’t stand when Sebastian thought he was funny but couldn’t help to notice how handsome the younger boy looked when his smile was genuine. “No I don’t want your damn donut.” Mace huffed, earning himself a giggle from the girl running the coffee cart. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” Sebastian mumbled, sinking his teeth into one of the donuts he held. “Oh you think you got jokes?” Anger bubbled up behind Maces’ eyes, couldn’t believe Sebastians games. “I got all the jokes - like the one about Jayde investing in a strap on so you could get more action than what your right hand gives you.” Mace choked on his own saliva, reaching up and pushing Sebastians shoulder hard before turning on his heel. “Go fuck yourself dude.” He called over his shoulder, quickly grabbing a sandwich from one of the carts he passed and tossing some money the persons way. Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “Fuck you.” He yelled, throwing his hand in the air, middle finger raised. Mace spun quickly to face the younger boy, eyes rolling hard before spinning back in the direction he was headed. “Don’t you threaten me with a good time, Breezy.”

~~~~~~~~ Mace groaned as he shook the door knob to their room, quickly realizing his keys were on the opposite side of the door resting nicely on his desk. He leaned up against the wall next to the door, letting his back slide down it as he got himself comfortable on the floor. Sighing, he opened the sandwich he had bought, deciding that picking at it while he waited was his best bet. “I can’t believe that asshole really locked me out.” He mumbled, taking a bite of his sandwich as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. It wasn’t long before Mace heard that unmistakable chuckle as the sound footsteps reverberated off the walls. The older boy glanced up through his lashes, couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he saw the shit eating grin plastered across Sebastians face. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” Sebastian chuckled, eyeing the awkward fold of Maces’ legs. A frown pulled at the corners of Maces’ lips, his arms finding a home crossed over his chest. “Has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you are?” Mace was always quick to throw an insult, though he knew it did nothing to the younger boys pride. “Y’know I love you, man, but you’re such an easy target.” Sebastian chuckled, holding out a coffee cup as a peace offering. Mace thought about it for a second before gently wrapping his hands around the warm cup as Sebastian dug in his pants pocket for his keys. “I figured Sir Naps a lot could use the caffeine more than I could.” He chuckled, quickly unlocking the door whilst Mace untangled his legs and stood. “Now what lesson did we learn today?” Sebastian chuckled, opting to lay across his room mates bed instead of his own. “That you’re an absolute asshole?” Mace quipped, setting his cup down as he toed his shoes off of his feet. “Actually the correct answer was don’t leave your keys behind, but I guess I’ll let you slide this time since you’re still pouting.” Sebastian called after Mace, chuckling as the bathroom door was slammed. “And lord knows how cute you are when you’re pouting.” Sebastian sighed, pushing himself to a seated position before pulling off his own shoes. “What was that?” Maces’ voice was mumbled behind the bathroom door. Sebastian shook his head, standing and making his way to his own bed. “I said, a nap doesn’t sound so bad.”

#when youre ready #my fic #faceclaim sebastian ross #faceclaim mason ‘mace’ howard #cameron boyce #booboo stewart

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lovemesomerafael · 4 years

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Destroying The Planet To Save It Chapter 6: It wasn’t bleedin’ Mother Nature

Chapters 1-5 Read it on AO3

Sam’s phone rang as he and Anita stood facing one another, stilled in the midst of their dance. He gave her a pointed look. “We’re not done talkin’ about this.”

He reluctantly let go of her and pulled his phone from his pocket, seeing that Tony Stark was calling, checking in now that he and Steve had landed in Atlanta. Sam told him about Anita’s call from Arias, and they adjusted the team’s plans.

“Be careful, man,” Tony said. “Seriously, watch your back around that guy.”

“Believe me, I don’t trust this guy as far as I can spit him. Agent Herrera and I will be there together, and we’ll be watchin’ each other’s backs. We’ll be careful.”

“I reserve the right to give you shit about you and her at some point in the future. But right now, Rogers is pulling my arm out of the socket trying to get me off this plane so he can get to Barnes. I barely restrained him from jumping out of the jet without a parachute when we were over the crash site.”

“Yeah, he does that.”

Tony and Sam ended their call, and Sam turned back to Anita. Since he’d put the call on speaker, there was no need to tell her anything.

“So, now, let’s get back to the part where you wanted me to notice you? And where you think I didn’t?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

Anita’s flirtatious smile, coupled with the fact that she stepped back to him to resume their dance, did marvelous – but dangerous – things to him. “Well, you never talked to me before the other night.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t notice you,” Sam assured her, taking her hand with one of his, and placing the other on her hip again. He began a sexy salsa step he suspected she’d know.

He was right.

Anita was more than graceful. She followed Sam step for step, and somehow also found a way to shift within his arms, moving against him in exactly the way the dance was intended for. They smiled at each other, neither worried about the fact that there was no music. For them, suddenly, there was.

“Tell me,” he murmured into her ear.

“C’mon, Sam. You really want to talk right now?”

“I wouldn’t mind hearin’ about you wantin’ me to notice you.”

“That’s a little conceited, you know,” Anita purred, moving closer.

“So sue me,” Sam whispered, tightening his arm and leaning in to meet her lips with his.

Sam had thought Anita was good at following his dance moves. When he kissed her, he learned a whole new meaning to the phrase “following his moves”.

*****

Steve had no desire to go to the crash site once he learned that Bucky was at the hospital. Bucky had refused to check in, or even to be examined, just insisted on being at Joss’s side in the helicopter and then in the ER. She was taken directly into a treatment room. The paramedics and several hospital personnel tried to keep him from following her into the room, and were quickly silenced by the mere look on Bucky’s face.

That is, until a very young-looking Asian nurse who could not have been five feet tall, with a name badge that identified her as Li, RN, placed herself in front of Bucky, right in the doorway, and smiled sweetly up at him.[1] “I apologize, Sir, but I can’t let you in.”

Bucky growled menacingly.

Li nodded with understanding, completely unimpressed. She only smiled with added warmth and empathy. “I know. I understand how you feel. But the first thing we’re going to do is cut off all her clothes and examine her. It’s not very dignified. No matter how close you two are, if it was me, I wouldn’t want you to see me like that. You’re not really going to do that to her, are you?”

It wasn’t a question. Besides which, Bucky had a very long lifetime of reading his opponents that told him he was overmatched here.

So he was in the waiting room, intimidating everyone and pacing angrily, when Steve burst through the sliding doors, followed at a more reasonable pace by Tony and Sharon. Seeing Steve approaching at approximately Mach 2, Bucky could do nothing but brace himself for the impact of two hundred-plus pounds of overwrought muscle. It actually hurt. Bucky was ashamed of the little squeak he emitted as Steve crushed the air from his lungs.

“Steve, shit! Got some cracked ribs, there, pal. Not helping.”

“Shut up,” Steve snapped, not letting up. “You gotta quit fuckin’ dyin’, Buck, I can’t take it,” he muttered into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Yeah, same, Steve. Same. Now let go of me. Seriously. Or you’re just gonna kill me again.”

Steve loosened his hold, but didn’t let go. Bucky could tell that was, in part, because he was too emotional at the moment, so he just put his right arm around Steve’s back and patted him until he quieted. “OK, buddy. I know. I’m fine.”

At long last, Steve relaxed his hold on Bucky and took a step back. Tony and Sharon stepped up. Sharon gave Bucky a quick, one-armed hug, while Tony went to Bucky’s left and took his arm in his hands.

“Arm’s not working?”

“It’s busted up. Worked for a while after the crash, but it’s dead now. You bring your tools?”

“Always.” Tony lifted the leather case he carried in his hand, which looked like a briefcase, but was obviously very heavy. “Got more on the jet, if we need ‘em. There a place we can take a look?”

“I’ll get us a place,” Sharon said, already on the way to the nurses’ station.

Steve watched as Tony began examining Bucky’s metal arm. “Coulson says Lattimore and two of the Secret Service agents died in the crash.”

Bucky grunted affirmatively. “Singer’s already in surgery; he’s hurt pretty bad. Joss, though, she’s in there,” he indicated the double doors from the waiting room to the treatment area.

“Joss, huh?” Steve asked, with only the slightest hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yeah. Joss. You gotta meet this girl, Steve, she’s something.”

“She hurt bad?”

“Looks like it. They wouldn’t let me stay with her.”

At Bucky’s words, and the deep concern in his voice, Steve and Tony glanced at one another over Bucky’s shoulder.

Sharon returned quickly with a man wearing scrubs. “There’s a room we can use. Julio’s going to take us there. Had to promise you’d let them treat your injuries, though,” she said, looking at Bucky. He simply nodded once.

As they followed Julio into the treatment area, Sharon said, “They’re taking Joss to surgery, Bucky. She’s bleeding internally. They’ll keep us updated.”

Bucky nodded again, face grim.

Steve nudged Sharon with his arm as they walked. “How do you know that about Agent Emerson? Aren’t there rules against telling non-family members anything about how a patient’s doing?”

“You’d be surprised what S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials and a certain attitude can get you.”

“Huh. You’re a little scary, you know that?”

“Damn right. Keep it in mind.”

*****

By one A.M., Bruce and Catherine had about exhausted the limits of caffeine’s ability to help them concentrate. Both were rubbing sore eyes, and had switched contacts for glasses. Bruce took his off and wiped a hand down his face, sighing heavily.

“I think I gotta take a break. Did we eat dinner?”

Catherine made a negative sound, moving something on her display that changed the shape of a curved line on the graph she was studying.

“You find something?”

“I’ve pretty much got these atmospheric disturbances sorted. And the wildfire? That was lightning, from the same sort of storm we saw in Atlanta.” She looked through the display at Bruce. “These storms are not natural. They’re too uniform. Not only individually – the storms have a shape and pattern that is entirely too perfect to be natural – but collectively. They’re shockingly similar in many ways. Buggered if I know what’s causing them, but I know it’s something other than bleedin’ Mother Nature. The earthquake, you’re on your own.”

“How about you? You doing OK?”

“I’m knackered, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you get more English when you’re tired?”

Catherine started to grin, but appeared to think better of it, choosing instead not to respond.

Seeing that, Bruce flinched slightly and stammered, “I’m, um… I gotta get a sandwich. Maybe a nap. You hungry?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Let’s go raid the kitchen. I could find you a place to crash, too, if you like.”

“Let’s see how I feel after we eat something.”

In the common kitchen on the residential floor, Bruce found plenty of materials to make a late-night meal. He also found some very good wine, and thought a glass would be nice right then, but didn’t suggest it. Catherine already seemed edgy. Maybe even edgier than he was.

She was sitting at the table, head in hands, resting her eyes when he set a plate and a bottle of sparkling water in front of her, startling her a bit. “Ooh. Guess I’m a little more tired than I thought.”

“You’re entitled. We’ve been at this for a while.”

“What’ve you found?”

“That earthquake in Zambia. It wasn’t on a fault. Way too shallow, too. To quote a friend, ‘it wasn’t bleedin’ Mother Nature’ that caused it.”

Catherine grinned tiredly. “We’re friends now?”

“Yeah, Cathy,” Bruce sighed. “Always. At least, I’m your friend.”

“I’m sorry, Bruce. I shouldn’t have said that. Forget it. I’m just tired.” Catherine took a long drink and didn’t look at him, muttering afterward, “I’d kill for a bevvy.”

Raising an eyebrow and pushing back his chair, Bruce said, “At least there, I can help you. No murder necessary.”

When he showed her the bottle, Catherine’s face lit up. “You open that, we’re definitely friends.”

Bruce searched for a corkscrew, wanting desperately to continue the conversation. All day, as they’d worked side by side, he’d been reminded of their time together at Oxford, the only time their careers and lives had actually allowed them to live together for a while. He’d ached all day to tell Catherine how much he still cared about her, and ask her whether she hated him for what he’d had to do. To beg her not to. But he knew how selfish that would be, and of all things he did not want to be to her, selfish was at the top of the list. Not number one – number one would always be ‘dangerous’ – but definitely in the top five. So he let the opening go, and changed the subject.

“I need to call Coulson,” he said as he pulled the wrapping from the neck of the bottle. “We need some core samples from Zambia.”

“You have a theory?”

“Several, and I’d like to see whether any of them are possible.”

They batted around Bruce’s theories as he opened the wine and found glasses. Sitting back down across from Catherine, he poured generous portions for them both and they held their glasses up briefly to one another before taking their first sips.

“Oh, yeah,” Catherine sighed, “That’s nice.”

“No kidding. This kind of stuff is the reason I hang out with Tony Stark.”

“Not his sparkling wit and impish charm?”

“That, too. And, you know, the fact that he’s one of the few people I know who ever knows what the hell I’m talking about.”

Catherine grinned.

“Present company excepted, of course.”

“Of course.”

Bruce hadn’t intended for them to finish the bottle. He’d never have dared hope that would happen. But they’d always had a lot to talk about, and they’d always enjoyed each other’s company. Tonight there might have been a minefield of topics they had to avoid, but there was also a fascinating scientific mystery to solve that more than made up for the things they couldn’t say to one another. Which meant they spent almost two hours talking seriously about scientific theories and possibilities, tests and simulations they could run, interspersed with laughter and occasional short tangents about what they’d been doing since they’d seen one another last.

Catherine’s short hair reminded him of the style she’d worn when they’d met, although it was shorter now. He lost track of what she was saying as he studied the always-stunning combination of her jet black hair with her emerald green eyes and pale, English complexion. It was the first thing he’d noticed when he’d first seen her at the Technical University of Munich eight years before. Bruce and Catherine had been panelists at a weeklong seminar on modeling interactions between the natural and technical environment for an audience of masters degree students in the Environmental Engineering program and, never particularly smooth with women, he’d been struck nearly speechless as she’d walked into the vast lecture hall to take her place near him at the long table in the front of the room.

The semi-circle of raked seats rose thirty rows above them, making the area at the base of the hall seem strangely intimate. Even so, Bruce would probably never have found the courage to make more than polite conversation with her except that the students had turned out to be a tough crowd. It wasn’t until later that he and Catherine learned that their mutual friend Andris, a Greek smartass and tenured professor at TUM tasked with organizing the seminar, had required the students to challenge the panel to the best of their ability. Their grades would depend, in part, on how well they performed that task.

On the third day of the seminar, one kid had actually managed to get Dr. Banner and Dr. Mulready to disagree on the artificial neural network model developed at the University Brunei Darussalam for testing the effects of weather on solar radiation reaching Earth’s surface. They’d politely agreed on some of its results: solar radiation is directly proportional to the atmospheric temperature while it is inversely proportional to the relative humidity, and wind speed has little influence on solar radiation. But they’d vigorously debated the functional relationships between solar radiation, atmospheric temperature, and relative humidity.

They’d still been arguing about it at the panelists’ dinner that night. Andris, thoroughly amused and smugly proud of himself, kept raising the topic every time they tried to move on. In the end, they realized he was baiting them and dropped it for good, instead joining forces to good-naturedly provoke him in retaliation. But by then, the damage was done. They were sitting next to one another at a long table in Andris’s apartment, halfway through dinner and thoroughly smitten with one another.

Bruce knew when they agreed to share a cab back to their hotel that he was playing with fire. If the disastrous demise of his relationship with Betty Ross had taught him anything, it was that he could never again try to have a relationship. And he didn’t kid himself about Catherine Mulready. Even then Bruce knew that he could fall hard for a woman like that. If he was being honest with himself, he was already well on his way. When they’d met three days before, he’d been a goggling teenager. After that, he’d listened to her and become fascinated with her research and the way her mind worked, becoming even more tongue-tied around her, the more impressed and intrigued he became. Then, today, when that little German twit had proposed his asinine theory and Catherine had agreed with him, he’d suddenly forgotten all that as they launched into a full-blown professional difference of opinion followed by a smooth transition to partners in crime when they realized they’d been had.

He’d hoped maybe she would bid him a professional good night, right up until the point when he’d walked her to her door and, before she could get her key into the slot, watched himself reach a hand out to stroke her hair. She’d leaned into his hand and turned her face to him, and before he’d known what he was doing, he had her crushed to him and her warm, soft lips under his. Bruce didn’t remember now how they’d gotten into her room, all he could remember was the way he’d pressed her up against the back of the door once it closed behind them.

It wasn’t like in the movies. They didn’t tear each other’s clothes off right then and there. They’d taken their time. They’d flirted and kissed, teased and gotten distracted, so that by the time they were standing next to her bed, they still had most of their clothes left to take off of one another. They only got as far as footwear and jackets before they were lying side by side, which meant that, when they began to unbutton and unfasten, they could go very, very slowly.

Which, as it turned out, was Bruce’s specialty. One of the side effects of all the time he’d spent working on calming and focusing was that he could be an excruciatingly patient lover. Each button on Catherine’s blouse meant long minutes of kissing while his fingers made their incremental, lazy way from her neck to the next button. Nothing she could say or do would speed him up, which was as intoxicating as it was deliciously frustrating. She got all the exquisite thrill of suspense, while he got to listen to her whine and beg while she moved against him, trying to encourage him.

By the time he finally bared her breasts, she’d had his shirt off for over half an hour, and she complained that the worst part was that she couldn’t even be mad, because the way he used his mouth made it oh, so entirely worth the wait. It took even longer to get her skirt off, and another eternity before he slid her panties from her. All of that anticipation meant that when he was finally, blessedly inside her, it took him all of five seconds to give her the first climax. Best of all, Bruce’s implacable patience meant that, by the time the sun rose, she’d lost count.

In the end, the German kid got a great grade for the seminar, and Bruce and Catherine ended up spending the rest of their nights in Munich together. And every possible night thereafter.

It wasn’t until Catherine yawned that Bruce realized he was staring at her in his reverie, and how late it was. The wine had been gone for a while by then, and he was a little buzzed. Not too much, the world just had a nice glow and the idea of somebody being able to dial up disasters on command didn’t seem quite so cataclysmic right now. He stood, trying not to yawn himself.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you awake. I can show you to a guest room where you can get some sleep.”

Catherine smiled tiredly as she pushed her chair from the table. “That would be good.”

Bruce led her to the floor above, where his apartment was. There was a vacant apartment next to it, which he knew Tony kept ready for situations like this. Opening the door for her, he stood just inside, meaning to step aside for Catherine, but when she took a step, he found himself unable to move. In the soft nighttime light from the hallway, with only a table lamp inside casting a glow on her face, she looked beautiful. It reminded him of Munich, and of all the times they’d met in hotels and apartments all over the world, wherever they could arrange to be together before their obligations would force them apart again. Of the sweet anticipation of stealing a night, or a few nights, together, when they’d been so in love and so passionate every time they were together because they were apart so much. Before she’d learned his terrible secret. Before London.

“Cathy…” he breathed.

She stopped just in front of him, looking up with sudden concern. “What is it?”

“I just, um, thought that you might maybe want to, aah… Maybe stay with me. I’m just next door, and I… we…”

For a moment, they stood face to face, inches apart, in the shadowy entrance of the vacant apartment. Her eyes shone, and he could see that her pupils were slightly dilated, either with the dim light or with want, he couldn’t know. He reached for her, touching her soft cheek with two fingers and sliding them down to trail along her jaw, then taking a shallow breath in as he slowly, tentatively leaned toward her.

“Don’t, Bruce.” She whispered.

He froze where he was, but didn’t take his fingers from her face or move away.

“Please don’t play with me.”

“No, Cathy -“

“Don’t kiss me unless you plan to stay this time. Because I was gutted when you left. You know that. I can’t do that again.”

“Cathy…” he said again, putting a hand on either of her shoulders and laying his forehead to hers. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Then let’s just have a kip and we’ll see each other in the morning, yeah?”

It seemed a long time before Bruce was able to pull himself away from her. “Yeah. Yeah, OK,” he sighed. “Sleep well.”

“You, too.”

*****

Santiago Cárdenas wasn’t supposed to be out of Site B, but he ran out of smokes, and he sure wasn’t gonna spend the next ten hours down in that hellhole without garros. Besides, the boss was having his big party down in the Keys, and Santi’s ass was stuck up here in D.C. while a bunch of the paisas got to go down there and do security. It sucked, and he was pissed. So he was heading to the bodega, and fuck Arias if he didn’t like it.

The redhead crying on the curb outside the little store was a surprise. The first thing he noticed - after the crying, of course – was that she was fine. Like, really fine. So, being a gentleman, Santi slowed and then made a command decision.

“Hey, lil’ mama, what’s wrong?”

She looked up at him, and the pain in her eyes actually touched him. She gave a weak little smile and shrugged. “I’m OK,” she said.

Well, that was obviously bullshit, and her very short skirt gave him a look at some really nice legs. So he stepped a little closer. “Nah, man, you ain’t OK. You need some help, something?”

That apparently made her cry a little more. She wiped her eyes, but the next smile was a little bigger. “I just… I got dumped. I know, it’s pathetic, right? Sitting here on the street crying?”

“Nah, Mami, it ain’t pathetic. What’s pathetic is some asshole dumping a woman as fine as you.” Santi went over and actually sat next to her which, a little to his surprise, she allowed.

“He cheated.”

“See? Pathetic asshole. I told you.”

She laughed a little through her tears. “You’re nice.”

“Nicer than that piece of shit, anyway. Listen, can I do anything? You, um… I was just gonna get me some smokes. You maybe want a smoke?”

“That would be great. Shit, I don’t even have my purse or anything. I just ran out of the apartment.”

“I got you, Mami. Be right back.”

When Santi came back out of the bodega, she’d dried her eyes and was standing up. Oh, yeah, this one was a real looker. That tight T-shirt under her jacket, and the short skirt… Santi was in love. He made a big show of lighting her garro for her.

“So, I’m Santiago. Friends call me Santi. You?”

“Natasha.”

“Beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

They smoked in silence for a few moments. “So, Natasha, you live with this guy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, we live together, but I don’t know if I’m going back. I just… I need some time to think. To get my head on straight, you know?”

“Sure. ‘Course I know. So, listen, I gotta go, I gotta get back to work.” Santi looked down and ran a hand across the back of his neck. “I’m not even supposed to be out of the building right now, I just ran out of smokes and had to get some.”

Natasha’s face clouded with what Santi thought looked like fear.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, yeah… I guess. Yeah.”

“Hey, listen, Mami, you gonna be OK? He isn’t gonna, like, hit you or nothin’, right?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that.”

This Natasha was a terrible liar. “He does. He hits you, don’t he?”

“No. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the smoke, Santi.”

Reluctantly, Santi began to turn from her, then turned back. “Hey, you wanna, uh… You wanna trade numbers? So you could let me know you’re OK?”

“Really?” Natasha said, her face lighting up as she pulled her phone from her pocket.

So they put each other’s numbers into their phones. Santi then pushed his phone back into the pocket of his jeans and got ready to shuffle back to work. Waving at her in a way he immediately realized was idiotic, he turned around and made his way back down the block, looking back at her as she settled back down on the curb.

The last time he looked before turning the corner, he saw that a dude was standing behind her on the sidewalk, talking loudly to her. She seemed to know him, and not to be happy about him being there. Santi couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he could tell from their voices it wasn’t pleasant. The boyfriend. Had to be.

The guy looked like he had some serious muscle on him. Just the way he stood, the way he moved. Still, she’d said he cheated on her, and she was really nice looking. He liked her low, silky voice, too. This could be his chance to score some big points with her. She’d given him her number, right? She was into him. So Santi decided to take a chance.

Sauntering back toward the bodega, putting a little extra roll in his hips as he did, Santi waited until the dude noticed him before calling out, “Hey, Natasha, this guy botherin’ you? You need me to get rid of him?”

Natasha looked a little scared. She shook her head without looking at Santi and looked down at the street. The dude stood a little straighter, waiting for Santi to approach him before he said, “Look, this is between me and my girlfriend, amigo. Why don’t you just go back the way you came, huh?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. If you’re Natasha’s boyfriend, that means you’re the one cheated on her. How about you just leave her alone.”

The dude took a step toward Santi, trying to look taller as he did. He wasn’t very tall, a couple inches shorter than Santi was, with light-ish blue eyes and short, almost military-short, dark hair. Santi was a little unsure about this, because the guy did look fit. But he didn’t seem all that confident, not really. He was putting on a bravado Santi was pretty sure he was faking. That, and the way Natasha was looking at him like he was her hero, made Santi’s decision for him.

“I’m not gonna ask again. Get to gettin’. I mean it. Natasha wants to see you, she’ll come to you.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, talkin’ to me about my woman?”

“Whether she’s your woman, that’s her decision. Which she’s makin’ right now. You want her to see me wipe the street with your ass when she’s tryna decide whether to take your cheatin’ ass back?”

The dude stepped closer, so Santi stepped closer. They were practically chest to chest, and Santi was glad, because it accentuated the fact that he was taller.

“You better shut your mouth, Junior.”

Santiago grinned in what he hoped was an evil way. “Make me. Grandpa.”

The guy telegraphed his swing like Santi couldn’t believe. Which made it easy to raise his forearm and block it, although it hurt a little. At the same time, Santi made a solid connection with the dude’s chin, and the guy turned around, leaning down, hurt. Santi felt ten feet tall. His hand hurt for sure, but he wasn’t gonna let Natasha, or this dude, see that.

The scuffle that followed was short, but brutal. Both of them were bleeding when it was over, but Santi was thrilled to find that he got the better of it. Holding the guy’s arm behind his back in a way he hoped hurt, Santi told him in no uncertain terms to go home and leave Natasha alone. The guy cussed him out like Santi hadn’t heard in a while, but he left.

As he did, Santi went over to Natasha, who had stood up and was cowering near a car parked on the side of the street.

“He gonna give you any trouble about that?” Santi asked.

“He… He might,” she answered weakly. “I probably shouldn’t go back to the apartment tonight.”

“You got somewhere else to go?”

“Um… Not really,” she said, looking down at her feet.

“Well, you can… If you want, I mean, I’m not supposed to or nothin’, but… If you want, you could come to where I work. You could hang out until my shift is done, then see what you wanna do.”

Natasha hesitated. “I don’t know…”

“C’mon, Mami. It’s late and this is D.C. You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, especially if that maricón comes back.”

“Well… Is it far?”

“No. A couple blocks. Come on.”

Natasha made sure to brush against Santiago’s arm several times as they walked toward their destination.

[1] Li means ‘plums’ in Chinese. I’m not even sorry.

#The Avengers #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sharon Carter #Tony Stark #Sam WIlson #Clint Barton #Natasha Romanoff

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the great idea, the safety hazard, and the brady bunch (steve harrington x reader)

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warnings: 70s sitcom reference, underage drinking, language maybe? maybe not language. also I'm late for class so i barely proofread

preview: “He was such a good guy that it made you giddy. You liked him so much. You’d have to tell him that someday. Not now, though. You would forget about it tomorrow if you did it now, and you would really want to remember something like that.”

A/N: wait wait wait WHAT???? I ACTUALLY POSTED SOMETHING? I know, crazy, right? anyways I don’t have time for a long author’s note but this is part one of a multi-part thingy that I'm really excited about! I might be a little slow with updates but rest assured it won’t take months like last time ;) I gotta go to class rn but enjoy, my lovely friends! i love u!

It was late January and it was the kind of cold that made it painful to breath, that split open the skin on your hands, and that was potentially unsafe to be exposed to.

You were so warm. You were dressed for bed in a cotton tank top and shorts, but your skin was on fire. You wondered why stores even bothered with selling jackets when they could just sell bottles of vodka. All it took was however many shots you’d had (you’d quickly lost count) and you could wear a miniskirt outside in Antarctica. Nobody would ever have to worry about covering up a cute outfit ever again. You definitely looked cute in your pajamas: the shorts were a little short and the top was a little thin, but you couldn’t help admiring the way the navy ensemble complimented your skin tone.

Wait! You stopped in your tracks for a moment when you were halfway up the Harrington’s driveway. You worked in a clothing store! You’d have to tell your boss about your idea on Monday. You guys could get rid of all those bulky winter coats that made it so hard to walk down aisle four. You were a genius.

The only drawback to the vodka thing was the dizziness. You had to pause every time you climbed a single step up onto Steve’s porch because your head spun with the minor change in altitude. Why were you there again? You couldn’t remember.

Once you reached the door, you began to knock over and over. You probably did it too many times, but it was fun to hit something. Not to mention it was taking Steve about a million hours to open up and let you in. You tried to knock to the beat of “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” and giggled because it sounded more like “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

The door opened slightly. Steve was frowning, but then he locked eyes with you and looked confused. “Y/N, hey,” he said. He pushed the door all the way open and leaned against the frame. “What are you doing here?”

You weren’t sure how you should have greeted him. A hug would’ve been over the line—even your drunk self knew that. A simple “hi” wouldn’t suffice, though, so you opted for something in the middle and held out your hand for a shake. “Steve, good to see you,” you said, smiling demurely. “How are you today?”

He raised his eyebrows and shook your hand gingerly. “You’re wasted,” he said.

You looked at him sideways. “No, I said how are you?”

“I’m good. Do you know what time it is?”

You looked at your wrist. “I’m not wearing a watch.”

“It’s like eleven,” he said. “I was asleep.”

You looked him up and down. He was wearing his pajamas, too: grey sweatpants and a dark green Hawkins High hoodie. His hair was unstyled—that threw you for a loop—and he had dark circles under his eyes. He should’ve looked upset, too, but he looked kind of happy, actually. Whatever: you still felt terrible for waking him up. “I’m sorry,” you cried. “Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said. He laughed and shifted so that he was blocking less of the doorway. “Here, come in. You’re going to get hypothermia.”

“Okay, but I’m not cold,” you said. You started to step over the threshold, but you remembered that you had to brush the snow off of your sneakers first. You were about to sit down to take them off when Steve told you not to worry about it. He placed his hand on the small of your back and started to guide you inside.

You smiled. He obviously didn’t understand. “Your floor will get wet,” you explained, pointing to your shoes.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“Safety hazard,” you muttered, but inside felt a lot warmer than outside, so you went along with him.

What a big house. The furniture looked like it came straight out of a catalog. You sat down on the stairs—the carpet on them was so comfy—and nearly lost your balance in the process. “Woah,” you said, grabbing onto the banister and laughing. “Steve, I think you’re right.”

He closed the front door and turned to you. “About what?”

You pulled off one of your shoes and set it gently down in front of you. “I think I am wasted.” You yanked the other shoe off and promptly lost your grip on it. It sailed through the air and landed a few feet away, which only made you laugh harder.

“I’m definitely right,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. He picked up both sneakers and set them on the rug by the door. “Were you at a party?”

You shook your head. “No, just me.”

He crossed his arms. “Why were you drinking alone?”

You wracked your brain for the answer, but came up empty. “Can’t remember,” you said. “Hey, do you have any drinks?”

He smirked. “I have water.”

“No, I’m talking about alcohol,” you said. God, he was really slow on the uptake sometimes.

“Let’s start with water.”

You shrugged. He motioned for you to follow him through the living room. You passed even more beautiful furniture and comfortable carpets before entering a kitchen that looked like it had never been used. “Wow,” you said. “You live, like, on a movie set. Or TV. It’s like… oh my god, it’s like the Brady Bunch house.” Here's the story… of a lovely lady…

“I guess,” he said. “It’s really not all it’s cracked up to be.”

You pondered that as he filled up a glass of water and handed it to you. You eventually figured out what he meant. “Oh,” you said solemnly. “Your parents make you clean it all by yourself, don’t they? My parents make me clean the house all the time, but mine’s not this big.”

He fought back a grin. “No, I’m not the only one who cleans it. My mom does most of the work.”

“What about your dad?”

He paused. “No,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t help.”

His tone cut through the fog of your insobriety and you realized that this was a much more serious topic than you’d thought. You wanted to say something empathetic and well-thought-out, but thinking wasn’t exactly your strong suit when you were under the influence. “No, don’t be sad,” you practically shouted.

He chuckled. “I’m not sad,” he said, and sure enough, he didn’t look like it anymore. If you’d had your wits about you, you would’ve known he was faking for your benefit. “Drink your water.”

You pursed your lips. “Will that make you happy?”

“So happy.”

You drank the whole thing as fast as you could. “Done.”

“Good job.”

You handed him the empty glass and put your hands on your hips. “Happy now?”

“Yeah,” he said. He sounded genuine. “Thanks.”

You watched him as he went to get you more water. He was really tall. He had such long legs that it only took him a few steps to get to the sink. He was so nice. And very handsome, even when he had been woken up in the middle of the night. You wished you weren’t so nervous around him when you were sober. You wished you were better friends with him. You hoped you weren’t imposing. “Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you upset that I’m here?”

He turned to you and shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “Are you sure?”

He half-smiled. “I’m sure. Honestly, Y/N. I was having a shitty night before you showed up.”

“Oh, no, why?” You got the strongest urge to throw your arms around him. You had to restrain yourself from running across the room.

“It’s nothing.” He leaned back against the counter behind him and sighed. “Even if I tell you, you’re not going to remember in the morning. Just… just don’t worry. I’m glad you came here, I really am.”

You beamed. “Okay, Steve. I’m glad you came here, too.”

He came back from the sink and told you to drink the second glass of water. You did it without complaining and gave the cup back triumphantly this time. As you did, one of the straps on your tank top slipped down your shoulder. Steve’s eyes flashed to it and then he pointedly looked away. “You look, uh, cold,” he said.

You giggled and fixed the minor malfunction. “I’m not.”

“Let me get you something to wear,” he said. “You can go sit on the couch, if you want.”

“Not cold,” you called after him as he left the room. He was such a good guy that it made you giddy. You liked him so much. You’d have to tell him that someday. Not now, though. You would forget about it tomorrow if you did it now, and you would really want to remember something like that.

You wandered into the living room humming the Brady Bunch theme song and collapsed onto the sofa. It was even more comfy than the carpet on the stairs. You laid there and felt yourself sink into the cushions. All of your muscles relaxed and it felt like you were floating. Just as you were about to close your eyes and take a cat nap, the doorbell rang like an alarm clock.

You tried to lift your head up, but it felt like a Herculean task. “I’m not getting that,” you yelled.

You heard Steve walk down the stairs. “I’ll get it,” he said, stepping into the room to toss you the sweatshirt that he’d grabbed. You reached up your arms and caught it, much to your surprise.

“Nice,” Steve said.

“Thanks,” you said. “Hey, someone’s at the door.”

“I know.”

“Go get it.”

“I’m going.”

“And watch out for the safety hazard,” you murmured. Instead of putting the sweatshirt on, you draped it over yourself like a blanket and rolled over to get back to that nap you’d been robbed of. As you drifted off into an unsteady but deep sleep, you forgot all about the doorbell and the voices you could hear coming from the foyer. The couch was far too soft and the jacket/blanket smelled far too good for you to care about anything else.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington reader insert #stranger things #stranger things reader insert #fuckin finally #steve harrington

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skeletxnqueen · 7 years

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flower crown fairy lights daisies 1975 matte black nail polish pantone moodboard stars plants converse lace handwriting cactus sunrise oil paints overalls combat boots winged eyeliner pastel tattoos piercings bands messy bun cry baby grunge space white bed sheets old books beaches eyes 11:11 painting lightning thunder storms love clouds coffee marble

T H E N E V E R E N D I N G A S K (I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m gonna be honest, I forgot this was sitting in my drafts waiting to be completed aaaaa)

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? - A few minutes ago. I left my iPod in my co-worker’s car so I kinda have nothing better to do. All my favorite apps are on there.

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? - Are alternate universes real and is there one where I am content and happy? (sorry to get depressing there bud but life just ain’t what I want it to be rn)

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? - I haven’t experienced enough things to really say I’ve accomplished anything. I guess getting a job and keeping it for as long as I have? Six months and counting.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? - Seeing a gif of a kitten walking over to a camera man and then proceeding to nap on him and walk all over his shoulders and sit on his head while he had to hold almost completely still.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? - This question as me depressed and low key anxious I don’t think I can answer it without crying sorry

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? - Not really. I try to avoid really confronting my own mortality. Thinking about dying both scares and tempts me and it’s really weird and terrifying and no bueno. Gosh my answers seem so depressing I’m sorry bab aaAAAA

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. - I’m too lazy to describe anyone again but um my brother c’: Again. Heckie

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? - I suppose. I mean it definitely could have been better, but it’s not really on “tragic backstory” level so I guess yeah. I dunno how to answer this, in all honesty.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? - Earlier tonight

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. - My friend Antonio. He’s weird but he loves space and it’s nice to hear how excited he gets talking about the stars and planets because he’s super passionate about it. I just like when my friends are happy ya know? So I know stargazing with my space buddy would be fun.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? - Honestly I have before. I don’t mean for it to, but sometimes the conversations just take that direction. I’m a big oversharer.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? - fam I’m always up at 3am wym I stay talkin to ppl at 3am (for the record it’s usually my mom and/or brother)

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? - Again, I can’t answer this without crying I’m sorry.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? - I have them and I love them why is this up for discussion why is this a question is there brown eye discourse???

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. - “I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me.” …….. I really like attention. More seriously though, I like knowing that I’m real to other people. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I just like being reminded that I actually exist in other people’s lives and that I’m a real person???? Idk how to describe it but yeah. That line makes me think about that aspect of myself a lot.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? - “Still Figuring It Out”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? - cry because I can finally get my family out of our rough situation, spoil my mom and brother rotten, buy lots of pretty makeup, travel the world, and still have enough left over to live comfortably for the rest of my life without ever having to work again unless I want to to have something to do.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? - I am. Sometimes too much for my own good. Sometimes I like it just cause it can help settle conflicts quicker and sometimes I don’t because not only do I let toxic people back into my life but it causes me to miss them and desperately want them back because I convince myself “it’s in the past, it wasn’t that bad, and they’ve probably changed so I should let it go”.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. - Dear Mikii,

First of all what a weird nick-name you dork. I’m Gabby. I’m still just as much of a dork so don’t feel bad. You’re going through a weird phase in your life right now. You’re confused and probably questioning who you are. That’s not really going to stop, but it gets better. It gets easier to deal with. Eventually you’ll work for your favorite pizza place and, while it’s stressful, you’ll make cool friends and you’ll make money, and nobody will be able to tell you what you can and can’t buy. It’ll be awesome. You got this

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? - I guess I lean closer to the punk side. It’s kind of funny because I have the soft cute personality that you’d think would fit on a pastel type person and honestly that’s my aesthetic but style wise, I usually go for darker colors and stuff. My brother is the polar opposite. Punk personality and pastel style.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. - Yes. Body art is yes. I love it and I want it. If you have tattoos and/or piercings I am 75% more likely to get some kind of crush on you.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? - yes, because I like it and it’s pretty.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. - I dunno if this counts much, I had to think long and hard on this one, but Crossfire by Stephen makes me think a lot about current events and police brutality and the bombings in other countries and just a bunch of sad stuff that’s going on now which I know is the point but it makes me really think about the privilege I do have compared to those who face discrimination and oppression far more harshly than I ever will and I just heckin

heck

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. - “Prince didn’t die for this.”

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. - I’ve only ever been to one and it was a local band so

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? - Idk man probably my dad. Not gonna go in depth but I’ll say this. I’d want a large sum of money included and a 5 page long apology letter.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? - nope nothing is organized and I dont have a workspace

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? - stay up til I physically cannot hold my eyes open anymore then fall asleep

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? - that I’m not Christian and that I have a um…. device. Of some sort.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? - Keep it red / make it redder, probably some kind of undercut or side shave

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? - 1. Alin2. Mikey3. Kaylee4. Dom5. Rose

I’d take these nerds with me as I travel the globe and try new experiences, shop cool unique things, and just live my dream life with. I’d go to the ends of the earth with these precious babies.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. - (1) Wealth. I want to pay off my mother’s college debt, buy her a nice place to stay as well as somewhere for myself, buy my brother anything his little heart desires, donate to fundraisers and charities, live my dream life, etc. (2) Clear skin. I’m pretty confident in my body shape and all, but I can’t stand my skin. Especially everywhere that isn’t my face. My shoulders have it the worst. (3) Someone willing to date me who doesn’t live thousands of miles away would be lovely. I mean I can do long distance but I just crave physical affection ya know? I dunno man I’m just lonely.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. - Well, last year I was a dead cowgirl. I used my day of the dead makeup and wore a flannel, jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat that I got from party city. Relatively simple, but it was still fun to see little kids’ reactions and everything at work.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? - this implies I’ve gotten drunk or high before (I’ve been kind of tipsy before but otherwise I’m fucking lame and I don’t do that stuff)

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? - kill somebody (there are a few exceptions but in general ya know?)

storms: you can only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? - both of these would drive me literally insane let’s not and say we did

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realize you’re in love. - I think I have. I don't know. To me it's realizing the things I'd be willing to do for that person. Just wanting to make them happy. Wanting to spoil them, see them smile, hear their stupid jokes even if they aren't funny, see all the ugly or silly faces they make, and just loving everything about them. Overcoming my biggest insecurities and discomforts for them. Realizing that there are certain things I can only see myself doing with them. When I read those couple posts I think of them, even though it's been over a year since we've been together. Hearing a certain song or artist is tainted by thoughts of them, when nothing would come to mind before I got to know them. Filling spots in my mind and heart that for years had been left vacant. Realizing that despite how much they've hurt me, I'd gladly take them back if they asked. Feeling like it was the right love at the wrong time, even though it probably wasn't the right love at all. Falling in love to me is having them lurking around every corner of my mind, the darkest shadows, the deepest trenches, even when I'm not thinking of them, they're always there. Even when I'm not thinking about them, I somehow am. I don't know if this is love or obsession, admittedly. Maybe I just need help lol

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? - I’d rock both and look sexy while doing it

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? - I don’t go to starbucks enough to really say

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? - my family and getting us out of the tough situation we’re in right now

#dxrk-sxxls #long post #answers #about me #dxrk sxxls

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All of the questions!!!!

crush asks

uhh shit bro but aight - i love talking about my gf :)

1: Do they drink coffee?

yup, but like mainly frappucinos

2: Are they left or right handed?

mainly right handed but she can use her left hand. she’s like ambidextrous

3: How do they do their hair? Facial hair? (If they have it)

she usually has her hair down

4: What’s their favorite animal?

i’m gonna take a guess and say doggos? idk i haven’t really asked

5: What is their relationship status?

um… not single? like the complete opposite of single XD

6: What is their favorite band/singer?

um idk i know one of her favorites is Christina Grimmie?

7: Are they more a cat or dog person?

doggo but i think she wants a cat

8: What does their laugh sound like?

like an angel that came down to heaven to bless us with her presense

9: Do they know multiple languages? Which ones?

English, Spanish, and she knows multiple Filipino dialects

10: How old are they? How old are you?

She’s 16, I’m 18, but we’re like maybe a year and a half apart

11: One word that describes them.

Nerd or Puppy

12: Do they have any pets?

un fluffy marshmallow doggo named Nerf

13: What is their favorite TV show?I know Bones is one of them

14: What is their favorite movie?

idk, babe what is your favorite movie?

15: What car do they drive?

black nissan leaf

16: What ethnicity and/or nationality are they?

half white, quarter mexican, quarter filipino

17: Where did you meet them?

technically I first met her in my creative writing class in middle school

18: What was your first meeting like?

She was one of the cool kids and she intimidated me.

In high school, I remember that I was working on marching rifle and she came up with one of my other friends to the field and went up to mama while she was teaching me something and I recognized her from middle school. I'm pretty sure she was trying to hide from me it was kinda cute tbh

19: What is their zodiac sign? Are your signs compatible?

Virgo, everyone says it does

20: What month is their birthday?

She is an August baby

21: What is your favorite outfit on them?

When she has nothing on… heh. lesbian lumberjack

22: Are they good texters?

she texts like me in that she responds right away or it takes her 3 hours

23: Your favorite feature about their appearance.

Her eyes, I can get lost in them so easily

24: Your favorite thing about their personality.

She tries her best and she’s a total goof even though she says I am and like basically everything else about her really

25: Do they make you laugh?

She’s the one that can make me laugh when nothing else can

26: Do you make them laugh?

I try my best

27: Are they good huggers/ kissers?

oh god yes. yes to both

28: What is your favorite “flaw” that they have?

she cannot, for the love of god, not swear

29: Are they nice to strangers?

yes unless they don’t believe in equal rights?

30: What is the funniest thing they have ever said?

ok ok there's a lot but my favorite is "Let’s turn off the lights so that the judges can’t hear us drop" 😆

31: Saddest?

That she didn’t matter and that she was a disappointment 😔

32: Weirdest?

idk i know there is a lot of weird ones but I can't think of them off the top of my head

33: Cutest?

Her to me: "I can't believe you said yes" (why tf would i say no?)

34: Ever dreamt about them? What happened in the dream?

I remember dreaming in to kiss her but like I face-planted on my pillow and woke up. That’s like one of the few dreams I do remember

35: How tall are they? How tall are you?

hhhhh. She’s 4'20 I’m 5'2

36: Do they have a booty?

she dooooooooooo (she’s very cheeky 😉)

37: What are their hobbies?

She likes gaming, I guess reading and writing, watching shows and sports, and like maybe doing guard if you consider it as a hobby?

38: What are their talents?

Practically anything she puts her mind to, but like she's has hella good memory, really good at multitasking and she has so many skills under her belt

39: What would your dream date be with them?

Getting to do stuff alone while I can spoil her and not have to worry about avoiding anybody

40: Does anyone know about your crush/love?

Practically all of my friends, sorry i can't contain my gay ass

41: What do you guys have in common?

we first bonded over bisexual buddies and it just took off from there

42: Do they go to the gym?

yup and it shows too 😏

43: Do they go by their given name?

No, she goes by a shortened version of her birth name (Isabella makes her sound like a spicy Queen 😆 and Bella means beautiful which is hella accurate)

44: What is their favorite color?

orange and black

45: How far apart do you live from them?

About 2.5 miles away… it’s walkable

46: What song reminds you of them?

Holy by PVRIS, Say you won't let go by James Arthur and then practically any love song

47: Do they listen to a lot of music?

yup and her music taste is so much better than mine

48: What do they smell like?

soccer and conditioner 😆

49: If they were in a book (protagonist or antagonist or supporting character, up to you) how would the writer describe them?

I sent her multiple asks before we really started dating if you wanna read it its on her blog

50: How often do you see them?

Almost everyday

51: The last text/ message they sent you?

you bite into it all it all CUMS out 😉😉😉

52: The last thing they said to you in person?

I love you

53: What is the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in front of them?

boi everything about me is embarrassing

54: Do they have any tattoos or piercings?

nope

55: What color are their eyes?

dark brown

56: What is their clothing style?

It makes her look straight unless she really tried not to look straight. Also: black

57: What is one thing that makes them really special?

She’s so strong and she’s gone through so much and yet she’s still a wonderful person and I just can't help but be so proud of her

58: Will you tell your crush your feelings?

… i mean I think she already knows? (it would be kind of awkward if she didn’t know considering we're dating...)

59: How long did you know them before you started falling for them?

I’ve honestly always thought she was beautiful but like I didn’t start falling for her until the prank... and like when i did fell god I fell so hard

60: Was there a defining moment when you knew you liked them?

When I was in my house out of town and I had gotten a message from her and my ex-bf that I was trying to get back together with and I realized I was way more excited about opening her messages than his…

61: Do they have any quirks or habits?

Her nose does that cute wiggly thing and like she doesn’t like her food touching and when she’s concentrating she often has her tongue poking out of her mouth

62: What “most likely” superlative would they receive?

Most likely to roast your ass

63: Which romcom or TV couple reminds you of the two of you together?

idk just think OTP yeah? like the tol and the smol, the dark hair to light hair, etc.

64: How do they look shirtless?

💯💯💯👌👌💕😍

65: When was the last time you saw them?

a few hours ago at school

66: What is the weirdest thing about them that you find attractive?

idk if you call this weird but i find it cute when she pulls swears out of her ass

67: What is the sweetest thing they’ve ever said to/ about you?

that she considered me as one of her best friends

68: What shoes do they wear the most?

either converse or vans

69: Making out with them: hot & heavy or sweet & slow?

depends on the mood tbh but when we're in full make out mode and people aren't in the room, its hot and heavy

70: If you were/ are dating, what would you do for them on Valentine’s day?

heh she'll find out tomorrow

71: Have you ever cried over them?

72: Has something they did/said to you ever make you cry?

73: What makes you think of them?

nerdy references, memes, gay stuff, marriage

74: Do you have any inside jokes with them?

Our inside jokes eventually become outside?

75: What is the most you’ve done with them physically? (hugged, kissed, cuddled etc.)

um all of the above and more

76: First impression of them?

i thought she was cool but i was intimidated by her

77: Have they ever caught you staring or giving them glances?

hehe ye

78: Have you ever caught them?

yup

79: How long can you be away before you start to miss them?

1 minute

80: Do they wear glasses?

her nerd goggles look cute on her

81: Do your friends approve?

basically all but one and that one's now not really my friend

82: Would your parents approve?

um idk cuz we're gay and they don't know i'm gay

83: Do you think their friends/ family would approve?

i don't think so :(

84: Do they have a nickname for you?

i'm a dork and her flower cowboy

85: Have you ever thought about the spending the rest of your life with them?

oh yeah definitely

86: If you had kids together, what would you name them?

...Is it bad that I'm more ready to name our doggos instead of our kid?

87: What is your favorite scenario between you two that you’ve made up in your head?

we have a place of our own and like everything is peaceful and like we can cuddle whenever we like

88: What is your favorite interaction that has actually happened?

Every interaction? idk its hard to pick

89: If they were free tonight and wanted to hang out with you, where would you take them/ what would you do?

My bed and take a nap with them

90: Are they pretentious/ snobby/ picky about anything? What?

Um they don't like some foods? idk if you'd call that picky tho

91: Do you guys have the same political views?

Yup

92: Do you guys share the same religion?

we were both raised as christians I believe but its not really a big thing in our lives

93: Do you think they would reject you if you asked them out? Why?

Maybe? idk she might be busy

94: Are they the type of person who would come help if you called them in the middle of the night?

Yes considering she needs to sleep earlier (or at least take a nap)

95: Have you ever fantasized sexually about them?

96: Do you think they would make good parents?

We're raising our guard kids rn and she's been a pretty good mother

97: Have you ever had an argument with them?

I traumatized her with a cupcake and frosting bc she wouldn't admit that she was smart

98: Do you already know which piece of their clothing you would make ‘yours’ if you were dating?

I like her sweaters

99: L'esprit de l’escalier is the French word for when you think of the perfect response after the conversation has already ended. Rewrite a conversation between you and them, how it went and how you wish it had gone.

um idk? like I wish I had told her I thought she was beautiful long before we started dating?

100: How many of these do you think they could answer about you?

Most if not all of them

#awww yeeee #otp #banana bread #ask #anon #message #I LOVE YOU BABE #Anonymous

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