#smack the boy in the head with ur bow

[frogaroundandfindout]

Oliver and Wally talk about what they did to Light (The Flash Vol. 2 #214)

[hp-hcs]

Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/n. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” you ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Pans, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother.” She dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” you gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Greg and Vince that Pans doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, with what was presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/n. Y/n, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/n, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/n reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/n’s hand felt in his. Y/n made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/n Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/n.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left.” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo says through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

[emsvegetables]

“OMFG UR BACK SCRATCHES HC 👀👀👀👀 can i request same prompt but w bokuto, kunimi, kuroo and kenma 😳 (ty and i love ur work)”

hope you like it <3

Bokuto:

* DOM??? dom? dom.

* he just casually pulls off his shirt after practice to change in the locker room when he hears the locker room fall silent.

* but Bokuto is just like...HMM! WONDER WHY :)?

* and he carries on with looking for his shirt AHAHAH

* “Bokuto-san, you have something on your back—“ AKAASHI OMG THAT POOR THING

* “hmm????”

* Bokuto still has that 😃 smile on his face AHAHAHA

* “yo i didn’t know u were like this, BOKUTO U RASCAL!!!!!” KONOHA is so excited fofocicidi and he’s smacking Bokuto on the back.

* and that’s when Bokuto realises!

* OH! it’s the scratches that you left yesterday night :D!

* THE WHOLE TEAM SWARMS TO ASK HIM QUESTIONS LMAOOOOO

* only Akaashi doesn’t but he stands by the side and smiles slightly LOL

* and then when the team leaves the locker room you’re outside talking to Yukie and Kaori with a smile on your face.

* “how come you’re still smiling after yesterday night (Y/N)?” KOMI RUNS FORWARD TO ASK U

* and you’re like ???? HUH?

* “are you in pain at all? Bokuto got u real good last night,” Konoha slides in with a wink SKSKSSKSJSJS

* FK FKFKCKCKCKFMFMDK

Kunimi:

* mayhaps he’s a dom. mayhaps he��s a switch with a dom side. hmm.

* anyhoo

* the day ends and everyone heads to the club room to change.

* and he tries to hurry bc he knows you’re waiting for him by the school gates.

* but the moment he takes off his shirt, the ENTIRE room falls silent.

* then he hears a low whistle from Hanamaki.

* ??????

* “WOAH KUNIMI!!!!!!!!!”

* and he’s like ._.?

* and then he catches sight of Kindaichi’s blushing face and Yahaba’s jealous one AHAHAHAHAHHAH

* Kyoutani is just glaring at him like usual LMAOOOO

* and Oikawa has been stunned into silence and Matsukawa is just looking at him with a small smirk.

* and Iwaizumi looks impressed (JUST A LITTLE DIDIDIDIDWIWNSH)

* “YOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Hanamaki runs up to pat him on the back, and when the pain sears across his back, he realises what was going on.

* oh.

* oh.

* oh.

* he quickly pulls on his shirt and just BOWS at everyone and runs out of the club room LOL

* and then he catches you standing there at the gates waiting for him with a smile on your face!

* “Akira??” you sound so worried when you catch the look on your face.

* “they saw.”

* “saw what?”

* “the scratch marks.”

* OFFKCIOEOEKDIS OH NO THE TEAM WONT EVER LET IT GO FKFIFOWIWIE

Kuroo:

* just saying he’s a dom and i want him to top me so bad ha. hahah.

* “KUROO-SAN!!!!!!!!”

* he’s hearing Yamamoto’s screams when he’s pulling his jersey over his shoulder after practice one day.

* Kuroo’s kinda used to Yamamoto’s shit so he doesn’t even bother as he rifles through the locker for his shirt to change into.

* “what do you want, Yamamoto?”

* “Kuroo-san!!!!!!!!!”

* now it’s Lev’s turn.

* what was up with everyone today? And where was his shirt?

* “wow, Kuroo! you got (Y/N) real good, huh!!!!!”

* ?????? now it’s Yaku’s turn????

* then he whirls around and catches Kenma’s disgusted stare that’s directed on his back.

* then he remembers.

* OH. OHH.

* he becomes a smug little mf when he remembers, because heck yeah, did he get you real good yesterday!!!!!!

* “well, guys, be my guest and continue staring! y’all will never reach my level.”

* THAT SMUG ASSHOLE.

* okay Inuoka is blushing because he’s a baby and he’s so INNOCENT, that poor thing’s mind has been corrupted in a few mere seconds.

* after the boys all change out, they walk out of the locker rooms to catch you smiling at them.

* “how was practice?”

* you’re smiling at them, but one of your eyebrows raises up when Inuoka refuses to meet your eyes, and Yamamoto is staring at you with a dazed look in his eyes.

* “okay, Kuroo. what did you do? why did the team stare at me like that?”

* you’re prodding him on your walk home with him. (Kenma’s trailing a little behind the both of you playing animal crossing on his switch.)

* “we saw the scratches on his back.”

* Kenma’s disgusted voice pipes up when Kuroo just grins at you.

* you groan and smack him, which makes him smirk even more.

* and you bet your ass Kuroo flaunts the scratches on his back whenever he has it when he’s changing with his team from then on.

* LMAOOOO INUOKA NEVER LOOKS AT YOU THE SAME WAY AGAIN.

Kenma:

* AT best i believe he’s a switch with a lazy dom side AHAHAH

* so he casually pulls off his shirt after practice one day in the locker room and he suddenly hears Yamamoto SCREAM

* “shut up, Yamamoto,” he instantly says, but now he hears LEV scream.

* “what do y’all want?”

* he sounds so annoyed when he turns to face the team LOL

* then he sees Inuoka’s blushing face THAT POOR BABY DIDIDDIOWJEHUDDIW

* and he sees Yaku’s very shocked one.

* and Kuroo’s SMILING one.

* and Kai’s averting his eyes AHHAHAH

* “MANNNN HOW ROUGH DID U GO LAST NIGHT HUH,” KUROO SAYS WITH A SMIRK, and Kenma has to smack him to shut up when he realises what happened.

* he’s pulling on his shirt as quickly as possible and just telling the team to shut up AHAHAHA

* and then when the team comes out of the locker room, you’re there talking to coach Nekomata!!!!

* “what’s up, (Y/N),” you hear THE SMIRK in Kuroo’s voice fkfkdkdkdkdjdjdks

* “...what’s up?” u have to answer carefully and you raise your brows when Inuoka flushes.

* ??????

* “your nails must be really long,” Yaku remarks as he slides by you SIDKSJSJSJENEJD

* AND YOU’RE LIKE FIDKWKEKSS OH DIDIDIDJDJ

* KENMA JUST WANTS TO KILL ALL OF THEM LOL

[mizunetzu]

um can I please get hawks and dabi with a shy male s/o who wears oversized hoodies that stops at his fingertips and gets flustered when he gets kisses or when they call him pretty (pretty boy, pretty baby, etc) please? [i also binged you masterlist but that’s a story for another time-]

HAHA ANOTHER HAWKS/DABI REQUEST COMIN RIIIIIIIGHT UP

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Headcannons - Hawks and dabi with a soft n’ shy bf

⚠️ warnings - none

Pronouns - he/him

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Hawks:

Mans thinks ur

So

So so

Cute

Like BRUH YOU TURNED THIS MAN INTO YOUR NO. 1 SIMP

he may be the no. 2 hero but he’s ur no. 1 simp <3

Teases you On The Daily

Sometimes he’s poking at ur cheeks or using you as his armrest (ofc he’s hovering above the air a bit-this short mf-)

Other times he’s gushing about how cute you are just to see you get all flustered

Sometimes you share the oversized hoodies he buys you

He buys them like 2 times bigger than you normally wear them just to see you look all small n comfy n fluffy in them

Sometimes he borrows them bc hey they’re comfy

There’s times he doesn’t realize he’s making you blush so much

He calls you pretty boy, baby, (Y/n)-bird, pretty much every cheesy thing he can think of and your just sitting there like

>////< !!!

“How’s my pretty boy doing..., my baby, my little (Y/n)-bird, my sweet birdie~?”

“P-please stop...we’re i-in public...”

This leads me to: pda

HE LOVES PDA

ESPECIALLY BECAUSE HE KNOWS HOW FLUSTERED AND EMBARRASSED YOU GET FROM HOLDING HIS HAND AS THE NO. 2 HERO

COCKY COCK-A-DOODLE DOO BITCH

One time you two were at a restaurant

You two usually get a private area to eat, but this man felt ballsy and decided to host your date in complete public domain

You two were sitting smack in the middle of a fancy restaurant

Since you usually wear oversized hoodies, or anything pretty loose that hides the shape of your body, Keigo was in heaven seeing that cute fitted tuxedo with a cute bow tied neatly around your neck

It was like his personal present heehee

“You’re so cute, (Y/n)-chan.”

You deadass choked on your drink

“W-wh-wh-!”

you could barely get words out between sputters and coughs

“What? M’ I not allowed to love my sweet, cute, shy handsome, very very pretty boyfriend?”

Bitch said it loud enough for nearby people to hear

Hearing people start to whisper about you made you shrink up in your seat a bit

He thought it was cute how you tried to hide your face in your drink

The next day there were articles like “Pro Hero Hawk’s sexuality?!” Or “No. 2 hero Hawks - comformed lover?”

Smh Hawks, don’t cause celebrity drama

You’ll give (Y/n) a heart attack </3

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Dabi:

you kinda peeved him at first

HEAR ME OUT OK DONT LEAVE-

You came to the League around the same time Dabi and Toga came

It was because you were being bullied at your workplace for being “soft” and “girly”

You just wanted a place you could be you and not have to conform to society

Wow heavy much

Dabi didn’t think you had the heart to be a villain

You tripped on stones and would wince from the heat of the tiniest fire dabi could make

And you expect him to respect you?

Literally would scoff when you’re around

But one day

One day

He scoffed and brushed against your shoulder

You had enough

“H-he-hey-!”

Dabi was lowkey kinda shocked, he didn’t hear your voice much outside of a gasp or “uugu-!” from if you trip on some random shit

“C-can you stop?! Wh-what have I-I e-ever done to..to you..!”

You activated your quirk, and even if you don’t have the most threatening quirk, you were sure you would think of a way to use it in case things got physical

And you were kind of proud of yourself for standing up to him

Dabi just looked down/up at you

You were trembling, and you could barely keep up at hardened glare of yours when you were scared out of your mind

How could he take you seriously when you were so..

So...

Cute?

He felt sort of powerful when he saw how shaky your fingers were through your sleeves

Or how your hair framed your glaring face, trying to hide how scared you were

“Hm? Did Mr. Shy boy say something?”

In a minute he had you pinned up again the wall with your hands pinned aboved your head

He held your arms up with one hand and tilted your chin up with the other

“Or would you prefer it if I called you my pretty, cute, handsome boy? Don’t think that glare of yours could hide how you’re always staring at me when you think I don’t see...undressing me with your eyes...though that harsh glare that you’re trying so hard to do is kind of cute...”

He had you a blushing mess and averting your eyes in seconds

Mans felt so powerful

He had so much control over you and it made him feel great

He honestly didn’t think much of you till this second, but hey

He’s just doin what he wants, and that’s what he wanted to do right now

“How’s about it? Wanna be my pretty boy?”

You didn’t have the courage to answer, and thank god shigaraki and toga walked in that second

Dabi released your hands, not bothering to get your answer as your knees buckled and you sank to the floor

But no worries

He’d get his answer soon.

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[celestialgaea]

hello, noticed ur requests r open! is it okay if I could ask for a fic of Ezio/F!Reader with the theme of jealousy coming from Ezio? thank you if you accept my request! your works are amazing!

I have been wanting to fulfill this request for such a long time but I went through quite a rough period and I always felt the guilt of letting you wait linger upon me. I am so sorry for letting you wait. I have not forgotten you, your request was always in the back of my mind and I'm grateful for finally being able to write again!

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction!

(Request) Ezio Auditore x F!Reader // Jealousy

Warnings: (slight) mature content

Pairings: Ezio Auditore x (Female) Reader

summary: You are Leonardo's apprentice and have gotten the assignment to draw the naked male body from different perspectives. But when Ezio is paying a visit to Leonardo he doesn't seem very delighted with his lover drawing another man's private part.

You had underestimated the assignment. When Leonardo first told you about drawing a naked man you hadn't perceived the false comfort of your own assurance, who convinced you into thinking that seeing a fully bare stranger is nothing but the nature of a human being, as an illusion. Until the horrific scene of the young male, probably in his early twenties, slowly discarding himself off his clothes manifested itself behind a wooden changing screen.

Your mind kept replaying the former scene of the young male talking in slight shock to your maestro about how the apprentice was a women. A women that would create an image of his private part underneath the blunt end of her charcoal stick. During the open conversation, as the man was not ashamed of his shock whose cause leant more towards the fear of visible arousal than the mysogenistic side, his face and neck began to change into a more reddish skintone.

'Y/N,' Leonardo whispered, pointing towards his chest. 'Cover a bit of your chest, Ragazza. The poor man is quite...weak. I don't want you to get horrified.' You scoffed as you pulled up the fabric of the nightgown underneath your dress. 'Forgive me, maestro, for showing fertility.' You mocked. Leonardo shook his head, as if he were trying to remove his excessive thoughts to make more room for your shameless remarks. 'Ragazza, you know that I have no problem with your breasts, and i'm sure you know why, But this kid is as mature as the mosquitos that flied above Cleopatra's head during a scorching summer night. Be prepared that his "pride" might show itself."

Your heart began beating faster at just the mere thought of it, and the rustles of the male's fabric rubbing against each other as they fell onto the ground, entangled into one big flood of linen and leather, made his presence very clear and thus brought tension in the air that encircled you. 'Giovanni, Dannazione, are you almost done, boy? You're taking too long!' 'Maestro, no!' You whispered as annoyance took a hold of your voice. 'Ragazza, time is precious. And in these times of uncertainty I cannot lose any more.' And with that he turned his back to you and walked towards his desk not far away from your seat. You noticed how Leonardo's slouch has grown heavier over the past months, and his neck was more bent, as if it was bowing to his brain; the holder of his talent and geniusness.

Even though your eyes kept flickering through the various parchments filled with unfinished sketches and scrabbles you were still able to see the faint and disorted sillhouette of Giovanni walking from behind the changing screen towards the small wooden stage in front of you. His feet seemed humid as they loosened themselves from the floor with a sound similar to wallpaper being pulled away from a tacky wall. The boy slowly uncovered his private part, exposing a dark bush of intertwined curls, but when a knock on the door disturbed him he quickly covered himself again as the door was getting pierced by his anxious eyes. You regretted looking at it.

'Maestro, who is visiting?' You heard the sighs of parchment before Leonardo scurried towards the door.

'Ah. It's good to see you my friend!'

'It's good to see you too, mio amico.' The sonorous voice whose melodious words and promiscues groans swiftly danced towards you to embrace you in its tenderness was only able to come from one person only; Ezio Auditore. And it seemed that the young man wasn't fond of Ezio's presence.

'Maestro, I thought no one was allowed to disturb?' Giovanni's voice was a batter of shame and growing annoyance as he stood there with only his hands to cover his private part. Ezio glared at you. He saw you, he observed you, viewed you with spurned astonisment and the displeased look in his eyes made you grasp onto the understandment of why he was as fearsome as he was charming.

'I am unsure wether to turn to leonardo or you for an explanation, mia cara.' Leonardo had his hands up, almost touching Ezio's chest. 'Ezio, I have given her the assignment to draw a naked man.' 'Then why didn't you ask to draw me in nudity? There would be more flesh to capture than what that boy beholds.' Ezio surrenered himself uncontrollably to his impulses and attacked the poor Giovanni with his spit-filled words . 'Ezio, leave the boy out of this! He hasn't done anything and secondly; do not begin with the "Then why didn't you ask me", Because you know how scheduled you are. This is merely for educational reasons.' It felt sinful to get enraged with Ezio, but he had never behaved this attacking towards an innocent man. Along with his birth came his short temperance and even during the scorching season of maturing the searings left by his short temperance refused to heal.

'Educational purposes?' Ezio pulled at the leather skin of his gloves on top of his index finger as if he was planning on slapping the vulnurable model with it. 'Since when did looking at a cazzo become an educational enlightment?' The gloves were put on the table -Thank the Lord- together with his defected hidden blade. Ezio walked, no, he stomped towards a wooden chair that stood desolated in a corner collecting the flying dust and bits of dried paint that fell of a "failed", as the old man is still a perfectionist, da Vinci painting that towered above the chair.

Ezio let the chair ballance on its two front legs and allowed his dissatisfaction to guide his hand as it smacked the pieces of paint and dust particles off of its sitting surface. And how surprisingly odd it may seemed, you felt the muscles around your lower stomach contract in an ebb and flow that left trails along the flesh of your womanhood. He was angry, and so were you, and yet you felt aroused by him just uttering his jealousy to a lonely and motionless chair. For a few seconds you visualized those same rough hands whispering against the surrface of your weeping arse before turning them into a lovely shade of red. Ezio carried the chair and let its feet hit the ground next to you.

'Ezio, what are you intending to do?'

'Accompanying you.'

Oh, how he liked blending himself within the schemes of colours so his robes of red and white were the most appealing to look at.

'I do not need company. I'm doing very well on my own.' Ezio's fingers ran along your clothed thigh and gripped it sturdily. The lack of shame was transparant on him, removing the presence of Leonardo and Giovanni out of his realm of reality, as the humid warmth of his breath hugged your ear lobe.

'Ragazza, stop being hard-headed. I'm surprised that the boy is able to remain his excitement in custody. When I was his age,' 'Your cazzo had impregnated almost half of Firenze's youth. Not everyone is as rebellious as you were.' To your surprise, Ezio had remained silent. It seemed as though the sudden flare up of the middle aged consciousness had possessed him again and the teasing hand was removed from your thigh to fill in his crossed arms. His boyish teases were vanished. The man in his mid forties had appeared again; the outer corner of his eyes were folded into deepened curtains, the corners of his mouth were surrounded by the crescent-shaped smile lines which vitalized the apples of his cheek and if you looked at it with a certain view, not through the eyes of a classical artist, but through the eyes of a daydreamer, a madman, or a child you could play with the lines and follow it until his cheek slowly transfomed into a smooth segment of a rock being caressed by the spirals and curls of waves or maybe strands of hairs or whatever can be curly and spirally. Ezio grunted, focusing on the model, especially his croth area.

'Come one,' Ezio leant in to whisper in your ear, again.

'My cazzo is way more appealing to look at than his.'

'Ezio!'

[tonesplash]

Bikini Lunchtime Part 2 (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

warnings: smut ;), vaginal fingering, slight choking but not really he just puts his hand on ur throat, uuuuh getting caught kinda, reader has a mom

a/n: maybe a part 3 bc ed boy did get cucked

read part one here

"You're speeding." Edward lifts his mouth from the space behind your ear to remind you, and then goes right back to drawing your attention away from the speedometer.

"This is aAh-" You lose your concentration when his tongue swaths hotly up your throat before flicking back into his mouth when it reaches your earlobe. You can feel his smile against your skin. "A lot coming from the guy who hates driving below the triple digits."

One of his heater-warmed hands comes down to knead your thigh as he continues in his effort to wrap the both of you around a tree. "There's just one more turn, (Y/n), I'm sure you can manage." 

Yeah, that and like thirty-something trashcans you want to say, but then he's leaning in again, and without thinking, you clasp your non-dominant hand over his forehead to stop him long enough for you to concentrate. You weren't strong enough to hold him still, but Edward relents nonetheless and allows you to keep him in place as you do your best to park with one hand while he helpfully manages the parking brake. 

"You better make this worth my time, Cullen." You smile in anticipation as your seatbelt whips back into its holder. "It's cold as hell today, and I don't feel like fronting for the electricity bill."

”If you feel cheated at the end of the day, I'll pay it for you.” Edward grins as he kisses your temple and sits back in his seat to disembark.

He's lucky your neighbors aren't nosy because he appears at your car door in a flash, already reaching to help you out with your school bag slung over his shoulder and food trash neatly tied off in the bag it came in. You turn off the engine and hop out to meet him on the sidewalk as you trail towards the front door. You take quick notice of the extra weight in the bag.

"Why won't you just let me trash my car the way I want to? I saw the fries from under my seat were also gone this morning." You squint suspiciously at him over your shoulder as you blindly attempt to unlock the door while simultaneously intimidating him. 

”It was starting to smell like a compost bin.” Edward can only stand you fumbling with your keys for a few seconds before he just takes them from you and opens it himself. Once inside, he hangs your bag on the hook by the door while you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket in a vain attempt to make it upstairs before him.

”Well, I think your car smells like a Bath and Bodyworks, what do you think is worse?” You take the stairs two at a time while he effortlessly matches your pace, one hand on the small of your back to keep you from slipping.

”I’d say the health hazard. Without me, you'd definitely have roaches by now.” His dry laugh echoes from behind you and makes you giddy with anticipation. You playfully roll your eyes and shuck your shirt over your head as he opens your bedroom door. The way you eagerly shove and tug off your clothes down to your underwear is hardly a striptease, but it doesn't bother either of you as you scamper over to your underwear drawer to grab your new attire.

"Okay now you-" You hold the bundle of cloth under one arm as you grab his shoulders and guide him to sit on the end of your bed. "-stay right here, I'll be right back!" 

His chuckle follows you out into the hall as you scamper over to your bathroom and shut the door behind you. Your foot misses the leg hole of the bottoms three whole times before you have to stop yourself and take a steadying breath to calmly step into them like a normal person.  

Despite your clear excitement that he can no doubt smell in the air and read in your mind, you decide to tease him a bit as you approach the bedroom. You balance on one leg against the door, gripping the knob as you creep it open and stick your leg through the opening up to your knee. 

"Is this doing anything for you?" You giggle and wiggle your toes in the general direction of the bed.

"Be careful, (Y/n), when you fall through that door you're gonna be very embarrassed." You can still hear the smile in his voice as you almost immediately prove his point by taking an awkward hop forward to balance and accidentally exposing your entire leg at once in your effort to stay upright.

"I'm trying to think of what my entrance song would be but I'm coming up blank. You're gonna have to fill it in yourself." When you peek through the door, you can see his eyes have a laser focus on your thigh. 

"Cellophane." Edward replies without blinking. 

Confused and a little offended, you shove the door open all at once.

"That is so rude! What exactly are you tryi-"

Without warning, Edward crowds you against your door, one hand already lifting your leg to curl around his hip while he covers your mouth with his own. His tongue sweeps from your bottom lip to the roof of your mouth, sucking your tongue and making you shiver between the cold wood of the door and the hard plane of his chest.

His opposite hand strokes down your side, trailing lightly around your breast and ribs until it comes down to cup you through your bottoms. You gasp and break the kiss to bow your head into his shoulder and watch but he won't let you, the hand at your hip leaving to cradle the side of your neck, thumb resting over your windpipe, holding you steady against his mouth while teases you through the nylon.

You arch your hips into his hand and lose yourself in his taste, careful of his teeth lest you prick yourself and have him swear off frenching until the end of time.

Edward releases the kiss with a wet smack, the trail of spit still connecting your lips sticking to your skin as he dives lower to worship your throat.

Pausing his ministrations, he adjusts his hold to be firmly under your ass, his tongue gliding up your sternum as he lifts you above him in one smooth motion. You squeal and cling to his shoulders as he smoothly carries you across the room and gently lays you out amongst your pillows.

Edward climbs to kneel over you, ravishing your mouth with his own, one knee between your legs to grind on as his fingers creep up your sides to tease your breasts, kneading at first, then extending each thumb to play with the bud of your nipples when they strain against your top. The kiss becomes sloppier, spittle trailing down your cheek as you both lose yourself in the sensations.

Your growing desperation overcomes you when he lightly pinches the tips of your breasts, pulling away to shove the thin fabric under your chest, exposing yourself to the open air and his wanton gaze.

“So impatient.” Edward huffs a small laugh, spreading his cool breath over your chest, further pebbling your nipples. He maintains eye contact as he trails slow, reverent kisses down and over your breasts until you can feel the presence of his lips just beyond the skin. 

“For someone with super speed, you sure like to take your time.” You quip and arch yourself into him just as his tongue creeps out to flick against your nipple, eliciting a whimper before it grinds into the sensitive skin, pressing it flat before he snakes an arm under you to further prostrate your chest and sucking your teat into his mouth.

Your reaction is immediate and involuntary, a sharp gasp, spine arching to the nth degree, toes curling against his slacks until he releases you with a pop and pushes his leg harder into your slit, going back to sucking, licking, laving your bud against the cold slick of his tongue until it glistened between you.

You could hardly keep quiet now, moaning and squirming, tugging his hair as he switches sides,  hoping, praying that no one would come home early to find you like this. Edward sweeps his tongue over your neglected breast, bathing it in his spittle and sucking until the buildup of sensitivity becomes too much and you have to shove him away before you cum on his thigh and embarrass yourself.

“I would've liked it, at least.” He smirks before leaning in for another kiss, and laying down next to you, your core disconnecting with a wet smack from the stain that had soaked through to his pants. Your face burns red and your pussy almost feels numb with neglect until his lips are on your throat again and his unused hand pushes past your bottoms, gathering your abundant slick.

He scoots closer to your side, his arm a stark white contrast against your skin with his hand shoved into your bottoms, knuckles straining against the fabric while he rubs your clit into a frenzy.

"Oh, fuck," you moan and toss your head against his shoulder, sensations overwhelming. 

You feel dazed, unfocused, and you can't decide if you want to watch the near frantic movement of his arm or lose yourself in the dirty sounds and sensations and let your eyes glaze over. You think you can hear the front door open, but you're far too wrapped up in him to care.

Edward moans against your temple, empathetic to your pleasure as he switches tactics, two fingers slipping in, while his thumb continues stimulating your clit. It's a tight fit at first but the mild sting adds to your pleasure, and you raise a knee to give him a better angle. The fingers inside of you begin to curl, teasing that spot deep inside, and one of your hands immediately shoots down, death gripping the wrist working at you as you begin to throb.

"You're so wet, and warm." His words are breathless against your temple, straining to not groan full volume into your ear. You involuntarily clench around him.

"I can taste you in the air, and you're so sweet and soft, do you think I'll have time to taste you before anyone gets home, sweetness?" At the last word, he openly moans with you as his thumb rubs upwards, bypassing the hood of your clit while curling his fingers against the softest spot inside of you.

The effect is immediate, your cresting shout is hastily muffled by the palm of his unoccupied hand bracing over your open mouth, and you whimper when he doesn't stop grinding his fingers against that spongy spot on your inner wall, wringing as much cream as you can give onto his hand, even as whoever just came home pauses at the top of the stairs at the sound your blankets rustling when your leg jerks out with overstimulation. You reach out and hitch your knee upwards again to hold it still.

"Can you cum on my hand, darling? And not make a sound?" You sob against his palm. "I want to feel you cum on my hand again, but I can't do that if you're too loud, alright?" 

The nod you give is shaky and stifled by the restriction of his hand, but he has mercy as his fingers start to curl again, and you both watch them writhe under your bikini bottoms in the low light of your covered window, as they disappear in your heat and come up again with the slickest of sounds.

When your thighs stop twitching and the overwhelming stings of overstimulation build into a pleasant hum, Edward pulls his hand out and pulls away to undress, before disappearing in a blink when your bedroom door dents the wall, revealing your very pissed off mother.

Later that night you'd argue whether the loud schlick of your cum on his hand or the ensuing slap of your thighs slamming shut with your ruined orgasm is what got you caught playing hooky on a autumn weekday alone in your bedroom in nothing but an askew bikini.

[pinkykitten]

a/n: ive had this request stored up in my drafts for a while now and omg this is too cute I CANNOT!!!༎ຶ‿༎ຶ my sis actually loves bakugou in that she is obsessed w him and thats her boo. he is so much fun to write tbh, ty guys for ur reading my stuff i hope yall enjoy.

You were the silent type. Not wanting any confrontation. You just wanted to live life, just go on ahead and not worry about anyone. In school it was every man for himself. It was you, yourself and your quirk. 

The school bell rang as you looked through your lockers. 

“Where is that dang pen?” You rummaged through the tiny space. Lifting your Monsta X binders and Seventeen notebooks. Resisting the urge to give a tiny peck to your Wonho poster. “Found it!” As you grabbed onto your pen you hit your head. You patted the pain as you heard snickering in the background. 

Behind you were the school nerds laughing at your predicament. They carried their Pokemon cards along every where and that’s all they talked about. They may have been geeks but they were jerks to everyone. Not only were most of them so smart but they had quirks that could put Todoroki to shame. 

One kid that had a shark fin stuck his tongue out, chuckling at you. “Look its Y/N! The weird girl obsessed with K-pop.”

You slammed your locker door. They irked you to the point where you had to take a breather in order not to knock them upside the head with your quirk. “K-pop is music. Music is for everyone. At least these guys are real, lets take a look at your Pokemon now, should we?”

“Take that back!” They said in unison. They got closer to you and you clutched your books tighter. 

Bakugou was walking by, hands in his pockets, minding his business, when he took a second look at these guys cornering you. 

“Can you please just leave me alone?” You tried walking around them. 

One of the boys caressed your shoulder, “why? Let’s have fun? You seem like you’ve never been with someone at all. This close.” The boy put his face near yours as he stuck his tongue out and sniffed you. 

Tight lipped, you felt frozen. 

“I want to see what this body can do.” His hand creeped up under your skirt. 

You smacked his hand and the others cackled away.

“What size cup is she?”

“Can she throw it back?”

“Lets go in the back of my car baby!”

“C’mon sweetie, we know you liked to have fun!”

You tried running away but they wouldn’t let you. You felt trapped and covered your ears. Through your lashes you looked up to see Bakugou standing there. Hands in fists, teeth clenched, eyes sharpened to a glare, and his nose flaring. What was he doing?

“You better leave Y/N alone you losers?” His voice was rough and you can tell he was definitely  angry. 

“Or what?” They shrugged. 

“Or I’m going beat you all up so hard that it’ll hurt to breathe.”

They all smirked as they displayed their quirks. 

“Fine, you want to be destroyed.” Bakugou lifted his sleeves and threw his fist back as it punched the guys in the face. 

It was like he was your hero. A true pro hero.

Explosions happened and Bakugou threw one of the kids against the lockers. He kneed their face and stomachs. “You think you’re better than everyone. You think you own this school. I told you to leave Y/N alone!”

All the boys took their things and bowed to you, apologizing like a cat between their legs.

“Thank you!” You bowed to Bakugou, giving him money. “That was so cool! Especially when you-”

“I didn’t do it for you, idiot.” He side eyed your look. He was lying because his cheeks turned pink as a blush. 

You gasped as you saw a split lip and many bruises on his face and arms. His eyebrow was bleeding. “You’re hurt.” You reached his face to touch the wounds. 

Bakugou swatted your arms. “I’m fine okay!” He sprinted away as he went up the stairs to the roof. 

You followed him and he was leaning against the school building trying to wipe away the blood. 

“I can help you, you know.” You said in low voice. 

He didn’t say anything and you took that as a yes. Sitting next to him you brought his face towards yours. He pulled away and you pinched his arm. 

“Oww! What the heck Y/N!”

“Look. At. Me.” Bakugou followed your command. His face was a few inches away from yours. You brought from your back pack a first aid and band-aids. “Thank you for helping me out there. Seriously. I think those guys are not going to bother me anymore.” You patted his brow and lip to clean it. “It means a lot to me.”

“It was nothing. I hate people that think they’re so cool when they are nothing. I also hate when guys disrespect women like that. Its wrong.” He winced. 

“Sorry. They’ve been doing that for a while so its gonna be nice to not deal with those guys.” You blew on the wounds and Bakugou’s blush deepened. You brought out your NCT-127 band-aids out and placed them on his cuts, softly. “There you go. That should heal and help you out.” You stood up and wiped your skirt. “Thank you so much again. If you ever need a favor let me know. I put my phone number on one of the band-aids. Anyways, bye Bakugou!” 

Bakugou sat there wishing you had stayed and had talked more because the rest of the day you’re going to be on his mind. 

a/n: i actually know nothing about pokemon so if i got something wrong im sorry thats like the first thing i came up w. ALSO i love monsta x seventeen and nct 127 so much like those r my boys and they are just （￣ε￣ʃƪ）

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request for another tsukishima scenario, lets say kiyoko has a little sister who is also a beauty but she is a first year and she become a manager and kei finds himself falling for her hahaha typical request but maybe u can ass ur own twist to it

unintentional distractions

tsukishima kei x shimizu!reader

[a/n:ooh this is an interesting request anon!! this took a little long because I couldn’t quite think of what to write but here it is, pls enjoy! -your truly, bunnyy-`ღ´-]

Starting high school was absolutely terrifying. It was even more daunting when your older sibling was quite the popular third-year. You were awfully aware of how breathtakingly beautiful your sister was and you had always cursed whatever higher power for giving her all the good genes and being stuck as the plain looking little sister but that was before you had a mini “glow-up”, as Yachi put it. Apparently you had drastically changed during the summer, not that you believed it. Another thing that happened during the summer was the pair of glasses that were permanently perched on your nose. The blindness hadn’t skipped a generation like you had so badly wished. Kiyoko had just chuckled softly and patted you on the back as a consolation.

After another failed attempt of getting Yachi to join you, you made your way to the gym. You had turned in your club manager application at the beginning of the year but this was your first time attending a club practice because they had finally gotten a coach. You couldn’t help the nerves that were making your heart race. You had already known the third-years but the thought of meeting new people and having them react with, “You’re Kiyoko’s sister?” in overreaction. Stuck in your thoughts, you tripped on the little steps leading to the gym doors.

“Oh! Are you okay, (y/n)?” Hinata rushed to you, helping you to your feet.

“Yeah, thanks. I was just a little distracted.” You blushed slightly.

“Ehh! YOU?!” the familiar shout made you freeze in the middle of dusting off your uniform, eyes widening when your eyes landed on a certain lanky blonde.

“Tsukishima?! What are you doing here?” you asked, distaste clear in your tone.

“I’m on the volleyball team.” He scoffed cockily. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m the new team manager.” You stuck your tongue out at him childishly. 

The third years watched the interaction in amusement. Kiyoko had informed them of the little feud between you and their middle blocker. Your sister was absolutely enthralled by the feud because you had clearly garnered feelings for the boy. Even if you hadn’t explicitly told her you did, she could just tell. She had finally come out of her thoughts just as you were about to start a fight with Tsukishima. She grabbed the back of your jacket collar and pulled you towards the opposite side of the gym.

“Don’t be rude, introduce yourself.” She scolded softly while playfully flicking your nose. Everyone was confused by the interaction, not the third years of course.

With a sigh, you bowed. “I’m Shimizu (y/n), nice to meet you guys.”

“SHIMIZU?!” Once you stood up straight, you saw the two boys that had been basically drooling over you since you walked in. “You’re Kiyoko’s sister?”

“Mhmm...she’s my older sister.” For emphasis, Kiyoko threw her arm over your shoulder. That’s when everyone saw the resemblance. The both of you were gorgeous. Your glasses were different than her black ones. They were rounder and a bit more circular.

“Are you single?” Nishinoya asked slyly but from behind you, Kiyoko glared at him. He shrunk back, muttering a small apology

From then on, you were there at practice. Always seated beside your sister. You took notes, eyes sharp as you scrutinized each player.

When Yachi eventually joined, Tsukishima found you even more unbearable. You laughed so much more. Your voice echoing throughout the gym, mixing in with the sound of squeaking shoes and volleyballs smacking against the ground. Your smile gleamed in the light, hair falling effortlessly around your face. You were also really good at playing volleyball. Setting and receiving the ball easily whenever they did their practice drills. You realized you had feelings for him when you were in class one morning. You had stayed late at the gym to help Kageyama and Hinata with god knows what, which meant you did homework super late, which means that you hadn’t gotten much sleep. You were at your desk, head laid on your crossed arms.

“You shouldn’t let those two idiots drag you into staying so late.” He grumbled, placing a small carton of strawberry milk and a taiyaki biscuit on your desk. He had come in earlier, saw the bags under your eyes and heard you complain about how you skipped breakfast as you greeted Yamaguchi, he walked back out to the vending machine and bought you something.

It took you a bit to process who said that but when you did and sat up, he was gone but your eyes widened at your favorite treats in front of you. Tsukishima watched as you glanced around before eagerly sticking the straw into the obscenely sweet beverage and took a sip. Blushing when he saw the way your eyes lit up and the smile on your lips while munching away at the biscuit. Yamaguchi noticed the way his friend looked at you and was ecstatic. He instantly figured it out a little bit after you started as a manager but this was the confirmation he needed.

He finally realized his feelings for you when he witnessed Terushima flirting with you while they were at the prelims. He scowled as he watched the captain attempt to charm you, and it seemed to be working since you were blushing at his words.

“So? Whaddya say? Give me your number, maybe we could go on a date or something.”

“Hmm well, as much as I’d like that...I actually have my eye on someone else.” Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your words.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah so uhhm I’m sorry.” You put your hands together and bowed your head and scurried away. He snickered at the bewildered look on Terushima’s stupid face. Oh how he hoped that it was him that you were interested in.

You were in the hot bath with Yachi and KIyoko, relishing in the way your muscled relaxed in the water.

“So, when are you finally gonna confess your feelings for Tsukishima-kun?” Kiyoko’s sudden question made your eyes widen, choking on your own spit. 

“O-Onee-san w-what are you talking a-about?” You tried to play dumb but she wasn’t having it.

“Oh come on (y/n), I know you like him.” She smiled softly, knowing look in her eyes.

“What? No I don’t.” You huffed, lips pouted as you looked away.

“Even I know you do.” Yachi giggled. “And I was wondering the same thing?”

“So Tsukishima? You and (y/n) huh?” Tanaka teased as the blonde came into the room, drying his hair with a towel.

“What are you talking about?” He tried to keep his composure as he continued to look disinterested/

“Don’t pretend! Yamaguchi already told us!” Hinata smirked, finger pointed at the freckled boy.

“Sorry Tsukki!” Tsukishima threw his towel at him in retaliation.

“It was a little obvious that she’s the reason you’re so distracted during practice.” Daichi shrugged, everyone mumbling in agreement.

After your bath, you changed into sweats and a t-shirt before heading over to the guys room. You hesitantly lifter your hand to knock and looked back, both Yachi and Kiyoko were giving you a thumbs up. The mischievous look in their eyes was slightly scary but you knocked anyways.Your eyes widened when Daichi had opened the door.

“Oh (y/n)? Is everything alright?”

“Oh uhm y-yeah, everything's f-fine. I was actually wondering if I-I could talk to Tsukishima...” You fiddled with your hands nervously.

“Sure.” Daichi smiled fondly at you. “I’ll get him.” After a couple of seconds passed and Tsukishima appeared at the threshold.

“What do you want, shrimp?”

“I uh wanted to talk to you? O-outside..if that’s okay?” He was thrown off guard at the question.

“Sure...” He really wanted to reply sarcastically or something but couldn’t think of anything as he followed you outside. He noticed that your hair was wet and soaking through the back of your shirt. Once the two of you were outside, you stood in front of him.

“So I uh- well I-”

“What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” He teased as he leaned down to your height.

“IshouldntlikeyoucauseyouresorudesometimesbutIcanthelpit!” You rushed, eyes screwed shut.

“I’m sorry...what?”

You took a deep breath, “I shouldn’t like you cause you’re so rude sometimes but I can’t help it...”

“Oh...” You took the awkward silence as him judging you.

“Right so I-I’m just gonna go. You can forget this conversation.” He panicked as you started to walk away so he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” Your heart started to beat erratically at his words.

“What-?” You started to turn around before he pulled you to him, your noses inches away from touching.

“I can’t help it that I like you either, even when you can be distracting.” The two of you were getting closer.

“I’m sorry...it’s not like I’m meaning to.” Your voice came out as a soft whisper as he glanced down at your lips.

“Well you’ve gotta make up for it somehow.” He smirked, your lips finally meeting his. It was a little inexperienced but enjoyable nonetheless. Your lips moved against his, the blush on your cheeks darkening as he dropper your wrist and placed his hands on your hips to pull you closer. You steadied yourself by placing your hands against his chest before finally pulling away.

“Hmm I don’t think that was nearly enough.” He quipped.

“You know what I think? I think you just want me to kiss you.”

“Is that so? Well I think you may be right, I might need another just to make sure.” You bit your lip as a sudden courage filled you at his words. You ran your hands up to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. Lips slotted against his in a hungry kiss, he pulled you flush against him. His tongue gave an experimental lick against your bottom lip before you let him in, tongue moving against his.

“I don’t know what you damn kids think you’re doing! Get to bed!” The sound of Ukai shouting made the both of you jump away from each other.

If you were gonna be the distraction at the back of his mind 24/7, he didn’t mind one bit. 

[oinkawa-bb]

first dates with atsumu, osamu, and suna

request: hi!! i just read your dad hq headcanons and they just warmed my heart SO MUCH!!!! can i rq first dates with suna, osamu and atsumu? i also wanted to know if you'll be making a post w rules for requesting bc i don't wanna rq something out of your character limit, or someone that you don't write for!! your writing is just really sweet i can't wait to read more of it :D

note: awie ur so cute anon tyty!!!🥰 and by tha way, my updated rules page is here so check it out if you wanna leave future reqs<3 thank you for being so considerate - i hope you enjoy!! i’m not super confident about this one but i tried my best & chose what my ideal first date ideas would b🥺 so here are first dates with suna, atsumu, & osamu!

mentions: fluff, cw food/eating

☀︎—atsumu miya

atsumu’s been building up his courage to ask you out for over a month....

like, at first he was so sure it would be an easy task for him,,,

until he actually sees you up close in the hallways once

and his palms just instantly start sweating and his eyes can’t even leave the ground for one second

he wants to smack himself bc he doesn’t understand why he feels like this...

so this one day, atsumu swears that he’s going to complete his mission when he sees you alone walking in the halls to your first class,,,

but he ends up turning around, about to chicken out again...

until he gets shoved into you by a too-over-this-shit osamu who’s seen his brother be a dummy for a month straight

atsumu ends up apologizing, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and channeling all of his confidence to ask you out

but his mind is all over the place, and when he finally stops blabbering, you just hold out your hand signaling for him to give you his phone

you smile, tell him you look forward to it, and swiftly turn around after returning his phone with your number in it, leaving him utterly speechless and kinda turned on

this mans hypes himself up so hard for the date,,

so when he picks you up,, he’s all slick & cracking dumb jokes that make you laugh at how bad they are

it’s before dusk when you arrive at the carnival, and there’s so many things to do that you two can’t decide where to go first!!

it’s crowded,,, so atsumu uses this opportunity to nonchalantly reach for your hand and pull you to a spinning teacup ride

the two of you end up dizzy as hell after,, 

but i legit think atsumu was acting extra dizzy so he could lean on you for support🙄 

next up, atsumu wants to do this mini archery game to win you a stuffed animal,

but there’s too much noise around him to focus (sure,, tsumu🙄🙄) 

and he claims that’s why he misses the whole target for like five consecutive rounds...

to make sure he doesn’t waste all his money on this game,

you take the bow from him and end up scoring bullseye on your first try

and he’s pouting hella hard with his arms crossed, but he can’t help but admire how what u just did was rly hot😳

he’ll also forever hold onto the fox plushie you won for him

as the sun begins to set,, you two decide to go on the ferris wheel

and it’s major uwu hours bc atsumu n u have some cute lil talks about your future plans and worries and dreams and 🥺🥺

atsumu gets soft when he realizes that your eyelids are droopy,,, so he interlaces his fingers between yours and gently pulls your head down to rest on his shoulder,,,

and on the car ride home,

he’ll still be holding your hand and taking little peeks at you, unbelieving of how lucky he is to have gone on a date with you🥰

☀︎—osamu miya

you only have one class with samu, 

but you two were partners for a project and the partnership quickly turned into a easy-going friendship

the connection you develop w osamu over time is just so natural and sweet ugh,,

like you two understand each other even without words,

just quick glances during class when someone says something dumb are enough for you two to communicate LOL

and you two also like to “study” together a lot outside of class, 

but oftentimes it’s just whispering to one another about random shit late into the night at a library uwuwu

until the librarian kicks you two out

so when one day, osamu suggests going on a picnic together post-exam,

there’s no hesitation as you accept his offer!!!

you weren’t totally sure of what to expect or what to bring, so you just end up buying some preprepared lunch boxes and cut up fruit,,

but when you show up to the picnic in the park and realize that osamu cooked and packed a five course meal, 

you’re humiliated to say the least LMAO

but he reassures you, promising that he just likes to cook for fun!! so you’re able to calm down hehe 

uh, however,,,,

when osamu sees you in nice clothes other than your uniform??? the cute little sundress you’re wearing???

EEEK the boy is bright red

once all the food is unpacked,

the both of you enjoy the meal fully,,  (when i say fully... i mean you guys ate all of it. like. all of it.)

you didn’t expect osamu to be such a talented cook, and when you compliment him, the tips of his ears definitely redden🥰🥰

after clearing all the food, osamu collapses on the picnic blanket, just moments away from experiencing a food coma LOL

you lay down next to him in utter peace and happiness with your eyes closed 

you two nap bask in the sun for a few minutes before osamu’s turning onto his side to face you

he asks you a lot of questions, genuinely curious and wanting to know more about you,

like your favorite shows and movies, your goals in life, your loved ones, etc etc.

it’s nearly two hours by the time both of you run out of things to say and return to silence

for some reason,

osamu can’t quite put his finger on it, but he’s so comfortable to just be beside you, talking or not...

and you feel so at ease in his presence too🥺

when you two are both done lazing around and begin to pack up,

he murmurs softly under his breath to ask if you’d like to do this again

and when you flash him an enthusiastic nod and grin, he can’t help but smile too<3333

mans is whipped for u

☀︎—rintaro suna

what was supposed to be a friend group outing with the twins and suna,,

unintentionally ended up being your first date with just suna😳😳

tbh it was rlly suspicious,,,

the way both the twins cancelled extremely last minute 

(atsumu private mssging you his very unapologetic apologies for flaking when you were already at the ice rink) 

it was neither your idea nor suna’s to go ice skating but atsumu thought it would be funny so he actually convinced osamu to help him plan this

so now you’re kinda angrily muttering to yourself outside the rink,

sitting cross-legged on the bench with your skates laced on,, having already prepaid for a skate session

but then suna walks through the door,,

and when he realizes that you & him are the only two here, his heart legit skips a beat and he feels his whole body go numb

in the moment, he’s cursing the twins for their dumb antics 

& he’s also cursing himself for accidentally expressing his interest in you to them

he’s about to turn around and make a run for it when shit, you’re calling his name

“rin, can you believe the audacity of those two?”

“they’re assholes.”

but before he knows it, suna’s being pushed by you to the counter to rent a pair of skates 

you refuse to waste your money just because of the twins

once he’s on the ice with you though, suna loosens up...

maybe a little too much bc the poor boy is slipping everywhere and gripping the edges of the rink with his fingertips LOL

his normally calm composure is nowhere to be seen (a combo of not being able to skate and secretly panicking abt how pretty you are)

but when he sees you giggling and cheering for him, his heart softens and you might even catch a glimpse of the ends of his mouth turning upwards into a smol grin

he swears he’s blushing like crazy when you reach for his hands to steady him and pull him along...

the big baby can’t even make eye contact with you🥺🥺

he won’t admit it, but an hour into the skating, he’s legit having the time of his life w u...

by the three hour mark, both of you have cheeks tinted bright red with joy and exhaustion,

but when you ask him if he wants to have dinner with you after, his whole body is energized again lmaooo

so you two go for some hot ramen at a nearby restaurant late at night,, just chatting about ur mutual hatred for the miyas & some other fun stuff

but suna rlly can’t believe his luck when you suggest doing this again with him some time!!!!🥰

he thinks to himself,, maybe the twins don’t suck?

no, they definitely do.

[teamred]

beautiful stranger

summary: you sneakily take photos of a cute boy on the train to send to your friend. when the cute boy sits down next to you, you realize you weren’t as sneaky as you thought you were. pairing: peter parker x reader warnings: fluff, mild language word count: 1.7k words

prompt: “I was trying to take a sneaky picture of you because i told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward” au from here

gif created by me, please credit if using

is it illegal to be this cute????

You texted your friend on the way home from school, hiding your face in your phone while sitting on the subway. Only a few steps away from you, a beautiful boy in a blue sweater grasped onto the pole as he listened to music. He stepped onto the train a few stops ago and now, you couldn’t stop staring. 

istg im sweating n dying from the close proximity of his presence 

hes not even that close

is htis normal?????

Slowly peeking up, you stole another glance at the boy. His attention drifted to his phone while your eyes danced over his sharp jawline and strong features, which contradicted against his overall sweet face. 

Saying he was beautiful was an understatement. You were so drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.  

Suddenly, he began to smile and laugh from whatever he was doing on his phone. Your heart burst then and there, causing you to hold your phone close to your chest in hopes it would contain the invisible chaos. Your friend texted you back:  

-!!! send me a pic!!! let me see!!!

fine okay gimme a sec

Lifting your phone up a bit, you angled it enough to get a decent shot of the boy, but not too high to make it obvious. You attempted to take the picture as if you were taking a selfie. Although a bit difficult since the train rattled casually, you successfully took the photo and even had extra shots to send to your friend.

-okay he pretty cute 

-u should say smth!!! 

?? what would i say “hi i think ur cute lets go out sometime”??

-yea??? thats how meeting ppl works?? 

As you texted your friend back, the person sitting beside you stood up, ready to leave the train. Without moving your head, your eyes darted to the empty seat. Then, you glimpsed at the boy, who seemed to be making his way towards you. Your phone practically fell out of your hands when you replied:  

omg the seat next to me is empty i think hes going to sitdown 

-make ur movE OR ELSE U WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN

-DONT BE A PUSSY!!

You tried your hardest to pretend you were preoccupied with your phone, but all you could do was wait for the handsome stranger to sit down. Without looking up, you heard the boy ask the lady standing in front of you if she would like to have the seat, but she politely declined. The pounding in your ears was too difficult to ignore, but you still tried your best to drown it out. It felt like forever before he sat down next to you. 

You weren’t even sure which app you were scrolling on at this point and you really couldn’t care less either. All you could think about was your friend’s text. 

Make your move. Make your move. Make your move or else-

“Hi.”

You froze, unsure if you heard a voice. You glanced around before your sight landed on the attractive figure next to you. The spotlight was all on you, with his earphones off and a smile plastered across his face as wide as a football field. Was he actually talking to you?  

“Hi.” 

Your eyes fluttered as fast as your heart in an attempt to look into his sparkling, brown eyes.     

He leaned a little closer to you. If you weren’t sweating already, you definitely were sweating now. Did you remember to wear antiperspirant today? You clenched your hands in a fist, with your phone still in hand, fighting against the urge to check. 

“Can I ask you something?” he whispered. Of course he had a sweet voice to match his face. You nodded. 

“Do I have something on my face?” 

Tilting your head in confusion, you shook your head in response. “No, I don’t see anything.” 

The boy sighed a relief, relaxing into his seat a bit. “Phew, that’s good. Just wanted to make sure I look good for my picture.” 

“Hm?” 

The mysterious boy gestured towards your phone. He came in closer to whisper again—

“Rule #1 of the Selfie Rulebook: you should always try different angles to get the lighting right. You kinda just stuck your phone out in one direction and that was it.” 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He knew. 

“Well, what if I’m confident in my selfie angling? Maybe this is my best side.” You held your phone out, mocking yourself from moments earlier. You were already caught, may as well die with the lie as long as you can.  

He chuckled.

It really was illegal to be this cute. 

“Then I can’t really argue with you. Please take my most humble apologies, oh, Selfie Master.” The boy placed a hand on his chest, dipping his head as if bowing. 

Almost instantaneously, defeat took over your body. You placed your palms against your face, covering yourself in shame. Maybe if you held still long enough, the embarrassment would fade and the cute boy would forget what happened.  

“Was I that obvious?” you groaned behind your palms.

“Only to me.” 

You peeked through the slit of your fingers to find him still smiling at you. 

“Why’d you take photos of me? Art project on collecting photographs of beautiful things? I had to do that once.” 

You wondered what (or who) he took photographs of for his art project. If this conversation didn’t end in flames, maybe you could ask him. Your hands drooped down, resting upon your thighs.  

“To be honest,” you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, ready to confess. “My friend was curious about this cute guy I noticed on the subway. I needed proof to validate my taste in men.” 

After a moment to exhale, with your eyes still closed, you heard him reply:  

“Well, let me say that your taste in men is impeccable.” 

Opening your eyes, despite the warmth that radiated from your cheeks, you smiled shyly. Taking a chance, you introduced yourself and held your hand out. 

“I’m Peter,” he took your hand in his and shook it. Both of you lingered on the shake longer than expected, causing you two to giggle.  

“Which school do you go to?” you asked. 

“Midtown Tech. You?”

“Same!” 

“Really?” Peter wrinkled his eyebrows. “I haven’t seen you around before.” 

“Just transferred,” you shrugged in response. 

“Well, if you ever need help with anything, I’m always happy to help. Well, not anything, but, I mean,” he scrunched his nose while rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m always here. To help. With things. Most things.” 

Laughter filled the air between you two. You opened your mouth, but stopped in your tracks when you noticed your stop was coming up soon. Just because you two went to the same school, it didn’t mean that you would ever bump into each other, especially in the sea of a few thousand other kids. It was now or never to make your move. 

“I’d love to stay and chat, but my stop’s coming up soon. I don’t normally do this, but do you want to exchange numbers and maybe meet up for coffee or something?” The words spilled so quickly from you, you weren't sure if Peter caught everything. He stared blankly at you for a moment and you almost repeated yourself when he said— 

“Definitely.” 

In a hurry, you practically dropped your phone into his hand. His fingers breezed over your phone as he typed in his info before handing it back to you. You were about to text him to ensure it was the correct number, but you saw that he already did so. The name Peter Parker was at the top of the conversation and a “Hi!” stared back at you. 

“Got your text,” Peter held up his phone as confirmation. Unwillingly, you stood up, beaming down at him, and adjusted your backpack over your shoulder. 

“Where do you have to get off?”  

“Actually,” Startling you, he stood up too. “My stop passed already.” 

With your mouth agape, you shook your head. “Wait, what? Why didn’t you-” 

“I wanted to find out the name of the pretty girl who was taking my picture,” He mirrored you, adjusting the strap of his backpack over his shoulder as well. “but I’m glad I got more than I bargained for.” 

Your mind couldn’t compute what Peter was saying; all you could do was blink incoherently. The train slowed down as you walked towards the doors with Peter trailing behind you. Both of you stepped off towards an empty side of the station near a rusty pillar.   

“Well, I have to get to the other side,” Peter gestured towards the platform across from you. Still in awe, you smacked your lips together and nodded. “It was really nice meeting you. Hopefully, we can see each other soon. Get home safe.” 

His cheeks puffed from his emerging soft smile. You died a little on the inside. 

“You too, Peter. I’ll see you around.” 

You rushed away down the stairs, bolting away from what felt like a dream. At the edge of the entrance of the station, you paused abruptly to check your phone. 

-??? WHAT HAPPENED TELL Me

-dont leave me hanging like this!!!

According to the timestamps of the texts between you and your friend, the whole interaction with Peter lasted a mere ten minutes. You chuckled in disbelief as you answered your friend: 

i have the number for one (1) peter parker!!

he goes to midtown too!!! 

and he thinks i’m Pretty 

-!!!!!!!!

-im so proud of u!!!!!!

In the middle of replying, you had a notification of a text from none other than Peter. 

*Hi! Long time no talk. 

*I don’t want to come off as impatient or weird, but is it too early to text you? Should I wait? 

*(If so, we can pretend these texts never happened in the first place…)

He wasn’t even there anymore, but your cheeks tingled once again. With a grin, you said: 

(((you can text me only if we pretend i didnt take pictures of you on the train)))

You placed your phone back into your pocket and walked home, still revelling in all the events that just occurred. Coming up to your house, you opened up Peter’s response—

*Deal :)  

[iwaisa]

request. Hi hello I've never requested anything so I'm sorry if I seem unpolite but could you maybe write something with oikawa, bokuto or kuroo with male reader that usually is silent but has been under a lot of stress and started to go down the old roads of not eating? If you don't want to write it thats okey, its a sensitive topic and I saw in your rules you don't write suicidal stuff and this seems close to that. I wish you good day or night, I really enjoy ur writing and probably had recently spammed ur inbox while hyperfixating at ur blog a bit too much haha - anon

a/n. hello !! you’re totally fine you’re not impolite in the slightest! thank you for requesting!

(btw i only did oikawa since i haven’t written for him yet but just send in another ask if you want another character :) )

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- genre. angst to comfort

- pairing. oikawa x male reader

- warnings. mentions of eating disorders, swearing

- word count. 1.3k+

you were, and always have been, one of the smartest of all your classes. however, you were about to be kicked out of the top spot by none other than aoba johsai’s volleyball team captain. said volleyball captain never talked to you, and you were perfectly fine with that. it’s not like you were asking to be attacked by all of his fans. however, one day your perfect world of never having to talk to the chocolate-haired boy came crashing down.

“oi, l/n-san, what’s up with those bags under your eyes? are you getting enough sleep? are you drinking enough water?” you stared at the boy in front of you, with his hand placed on both hips. you quirked your eyebrows at him, eliciting a chuckle from the boy. “hellooo~” he squatted in front of your desk, waving his hand in front of your face. 

alongside the title of being known as the smartest of the class, you were also extremely quiet. you didn’t find it necessary to talk to each person in your class, so you kept up the act of going to school by yourself, studying in the classroom after school alone, and walking home. of course, you had one or two acquaintances, but outside of them you never felt the need to talk to others. 

“yahoo~” oikawa continued getting closer to your face, making you lean back in mock disgust. “what? yeah, i’m fine.” oikawa’s eyes widened in surprise, “oh! so he can speak!” you rolled your eyes, “of course i can talk, i’m not a mute.” the chocolate-haired boy stood up, shaking his head while chuckling. “i never pegged you as the sassy type, l/n-san. i like it!” 

did i forget to mention that you used to have a crush on the boy standing in front of you? key words: used to. after finding out how many people were after him, you quickly lost interest, investing your time in studying rather than watching his volleyball games. 

“i haven’t seen you around as much anymore, l/n-san. why did you stop coming to our games?” wait what? he noticed? “of course i noticed. you came to each one, silly.” you were taken aback once you realized you had thought out loud. oikawa noticed your shocked face and continued laughing. “i liked seeing you around. it made me want to play better,” oikawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

standing up, you collected your notebook and papers, shaking your head. “you’re kidding.” as you continued stuffing your materials into your bag, oikawa stood frozen. “i’m not! i think of you as my lucky charm.” you squinted your eyes at him, making him chuckle for the umpteenth time that day. 

“oi! shittykawa, hurry! coach is gonna make all of us run extra laps if our lazy captain is late!” iwaizumi popped his head into the classroom, startling the two of you. “ahhh~ iwa-chan. so aggressive! i was only talking to l/n-san! hopefully he’ll be watching our match tomorrow,” oikawa turned to you with a wink. with that, the pair left the classroom, both of them waving goodbye. you sighed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking home alone.

the way tooru oikawa had asked you out was...awkward to say the least. just as he predicted, you went to one of aoba johsai’s matches for the first time in a while.

as you were trying to get through the door, you were instantly bombarded by some of oikawa’s fans. “why is oikawa talking about you so much?” a plethora of comments and insults were thrown your way, overwhelming you quickly. 

“now, now~, let’s not attack my boyfriend like that,” oikawa slung an arm over your shoulder, shaking his head at the crowd in front of you. “so he actually is your boyfriend?” one of the girls whined exaggeratingly. you stared with wide eyes at the boy next to you as he nodded his head, humming. “yep. i would appreciate it if all of you would stop attacking him. pretty please,” oikawa said menacingly. 

the crowd quickly dispersed leaving the two of you alone at the side of the gym. “b-boyfriend?” you asked, causing him to whip his head to face yours. “sorry! i wanted them to leave you alone. if you’re uncomfortable, i apologize,” he clapped his hands in front of his face, bowing slightly. 

“i don’t mind,” you muttered, causing him to snap his eyes open. the two of you stared at each other in silence. oikawa looked away, clearing his throat. “you don’t mind, huh?” he turned his eyes to lock onto yours, a smirk making its way onto his face. you nodded confidently. he chuckled while shaking his head. “you shouldn’t lead someone on like that, l/n-san. you know i like you.”

your back straightened at his words, and your eyebrows furrowed. he noticed your face and instantly jumped to defend himself. “i’m always flirting with you! you couldn’t have not realized,” he mumbled, placing his hand over his mouth. “i’ve never dated anyone,” you admitted. as he stared into your eyes, you felt your face growing warm. “i-i mean sure i’ve liked people but i’ve never actually been anyone’s boyfriend-” 

“be mine,” oikawa cut you off. even iwaizumi, who was coming to smack oikawa on the back of his head to get him back onto the court, stopped in his tracks. “i...uhm...sure,” you whispered, nodding your head slowly. oikawa let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in. “i’ll walk you home after the match, f/n-chan,” he winked. 

things were smooth sailing between the two of you for a while. your personalities balanced each other out perfectly, and you were a great help with oikawa’s inferiority issues. you never found it tiring how many times you had to reassure him that he’s doing the best he can and that you’re proud of him. 

oikawa constantly reminded you how many times he thought your quiet personality and unbothered demeanor was something he admired. the two of your said your first ‘i love you’ a week ago after four months of being together. 

however, things began changing. exams were approaching rapidly and you felt yourself losing your grip on life. you began pulling all-nighters to study, you began showing up to classes late, and you started to miss some of oikawa’s games to study more in the library. oikawa was growing disappointed and hurt, until he saw the dark bags under your eyes and the way you seemed to avoid food at all costs.

“f/n-chan! eat this!” oikawa held his chopsticks out with a piece of egg. “say ahhhh~” you were quick to cut him off with your hand, not sparing him a glance. your eyes were glued to your textbook, and you didn’t notice the way oikawa’s face fell.

“i know you’re not eating, f/n.”

you snapped your head to stare into oikawa’s brown eyes. “what?” you whispered. “come on f/n, i might be caught up in volleyball most of the time but i’m not an idiot.” 

you were about to snap back at him until he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “can we go back to my house after school to make some milk bread? i promise you’ll like it,” he whispered, his forehead resting on yours. 

you felt your eyes welling up with tears, and he went to shush you as you began to sob. “i’m sorry, tooru.” he closed his eyes and ran his hands through your hair, still shushing you. “don’t be. i know how busy you are with studying and i think that’s amazing. you’re going to ace the exam. but, in order to keep your body healthy, you need to eat and drink water. and sleep,” he chuckled, rubbing his middle and forefinger over the bags underneath your eyes. 

you were quick to take him up on his offer of making his favourite food. he clapped his hands in delight, and went to take his seat as the teacher walked back in. he turned around to wink at you, making you giggle. ‘thank you,’ you mouthed to him, eliciting a smile from your boyfriend.

[marveloussupernerd]

No Candy is Sweeter Than You - Saeran Choi

Happy Halloween! I hope you’ve enjoyed my randomly generated Halloween fics (I’ll prob do something similar for Christmas maybe). I just watched a YouTube video and it lowkey scared me ? So here’s some soft Saeran to primarily comfort me

Prompts: passing out candy, Saeran’s pretty excited, his favorite candy is m&ms 😉

Summary: Saeran wants to spend his first time ever celebrating Halloween by passing out candy with you at your house. Just some short fluff !

You were... surprised to say the least when you found out Saeran had never taken part in any Halloween festivities before. There was an RFA party planned, but he really didn’t feel like going, so you wanted to stay with him. Luckily, you lived in a neighborhood with a lot of children, so you invited him to come over and help you pass out candy.

He was all nervous at first. He googled how to pass out candy for Halloween. For some reason there’s a Wikihow article on that. It was practically his Bible.

“Are we wearing costumes?” He asked over the phone, calling you the day of to make sure he has everything planned out.

“We can. Why? Did WikiHow tell you to?” You teased. He laughed awkwardly. It did. “Okay. You have any idea what you want to wear?”

“Well they said to do something like a ghost that everyone will recognize,” he explained.

“But that’s so boring.”

He chuckled. “Okay. That’s fair. I wouldn’t know.”

“Halloween is a night you can be whatever you want!” You exclaimed. “Don’t you have anything in particular you’d like to be?”

“Could we... maybe do a couples’ costume?” He asked awkwardly. He sounded nervous over the line, his voice soft and somewhat hesitant.

“Of course! That’s a great idea.” You tried to make sure he could hear your smile even over the phone, hoping it would comfort him. It really was a good idea.

“Well... I was thinking... you know Hades and Persephone right?”

“Like the Greek mythology people?”

“Yeah... I thought it’d be kinda cool to dress like them. Uh, we don’t have to if you don’t want to though!” His words rushed together. “I just wanted to throw out a suggestion and-“

“Saeran that would be perfect. Greek God costumes are always popular too,” you reassured him. “Do you have what you need for it or do you wanna go shopping?”

“I have to run out and get a few things anyway! No problem. I can go get the candy too if you want.”

This sweet boy. “I can go with you,” you offered. You always liked spending time with him, even if it was just running errands together.

“Nope!” He denied you immediately, his voice surprisingly lighthearted for such a shut-down. “You stay home and get dressed up and relax. I’ll be over as soon as I have everything.”

“You sure you’ve got this? I’m more than happy to help.”

“I’m positive! I’m really excited and want to make it perfect.” You heard him laugh over the line, his laughter music to your ears. “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you. Can’t wait to see you all dressed up.”

He hung up the call first, obviously in a rush to get everything together for the evening. You went to your closet and began tearing it apart for that Greek goddess dress you had worn how many years ago? Hopefully it still fit. (AN: if you never had a Greek goddess costume I’m sorry but ur in the minority)

You got to work doing your hair and makeup. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for Saeran, to make this day so special for him.

It was almost time for trick-or-treating to start. Luckily, you heard a knock on the door. Saeran was right on time. You opened the door. He was wearing all-black, spare a burgundy cape attached to his costume. He had an extravagant looking cane. His intimidating outfit, however, was offset by the bright smile on his face and the dozens of flowers peeking out from the top of a bag. “Saeran! You look so handsome Baby,” you complimented.

He blushed. “I got these for you.” He held out the flowers and you took them happily. “Can’t be the Goddess of Spring without a billion flowers. I picked them all myself,” he added proudly. You loved when he had his little ‘Ray’ moments, dabbling in his passion of gardening.

You took the flowers from him and got to work finding something to put them in. You didn’t have vases or anything in the house. You settled with a tall water bottle for now. He entered the house, setting the bag down on the counter. “I’ve got all kinds of good candy.”

You pulled out the bags, pouring the candy into a large bowl and took note of what he had decided to buy. “Reese’s, Kit Kat’s, M&Ms, Skittles... you even got fun sized bags of sour patch kids!? I’m impressed.”

“See, that WikiHow article isn’t all that bad,” he defended, a small smile playing on his lips as he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

“Do you not have a favorite?”

“Favorite candy?” He questioned, eyes glancing over the types in front of him. “Not really. I was never allowed to have it.” He shrugged it off, as though it wasn’t a big deal, but you were shocked.

“Okay! Well throughout the night we’ll try all the different candies and pick your favorite.” You decided, nodding your head. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” He rummaged in the seemingly endless bag. “I made this for you too.” He pulled out a flower crown. It was really pretty. You bowed your head slightly and he put it on for you.

“It’s perfect. Completes the costume. You did this all today?”

“All today. I hope you like it.”

“Oh Saeran, I love it.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and pulled him close for a kiss. Just before your lips could touch, you heard the doorbell ring.

Saeran broke away, far too excited to be disappointed in the interruption. “Our first trick-or-treater!”

You giggled, grabbing the bowl and following after him. It was a little boy dressed as Mickey Mouse. “What do you say?” His mother asked him.

“Trick or treat!” He squealed. You giggled. Saeran took a handful of candy from the bowl and dropped it into his bag.

“I love your costume, Mickey. You look great!” He exclaimed. He was SO CUTE. After he left, it was time for Saeran to try his first candy of the night. He shut his eyes and pulled out a pack of sour patch kids. He popped an orange one into his mouth.

“They’re fine. I like how they’re really sour at first. The sweet part’s just okay though,” he commented. It was like a food critic giving his review. It made you laugh again. The doorbell rang. He set the candy aside and opened it up.

“Oh my! Snow White! Aren’t you so beautiful!” You exclaimed, fawning over the girl dressed as a princes. You gave her her candy.

“I’ve got something special for you too Princess!” Saeran exclaimed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flower. “For you, Princess. Thank you for visiting us tonight.”

The mom was fawning over how sweet the act was. The girl was just excited to get candy AND a flower. She left very happy.

Next was a Reese’s cup. The second he bit into it his face formed an O. “I really don’t like it that much,” he confessed, mouth still stuffed with the candy. “It tastes like a peanut butter cracker mostly. If I wanted that I’d just eat a peanut butter cracker.”

“I’m surprised to hear it. Most people love Reese’s,” you exclaimed. He shrugged it off.

“Have you ever thought about having kids one day?” You blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you could process what you were going to say.

He paused. “I mean... I’m not sure. After everything... I don’t feel like I’d be a good parent.”

You frowned at hearing his thoughts. “I think you were amazing with that little girl. I bet a kid would be lucky to have you as a dad.”

“Maybe with you I’d want kids one day,” he spoke, thinking aloud. When he realized what he said, he smacked a hand over his mouth, cheeks and ears turning bright red.

You giggled. “Me too Sae. Me too.”

He opened the next candy, M&Ms. “Which color should I try?” He asked, cheeks still dusted pink from the previous conversation.

“They all taste the same, so any.”

He nodded, then grabbed a blue one. You could hear him crunch through the shell. “Wait. I really like this.” He reached in to grab a green one, trying it as well. “Babe you need to try these. They’re SO good!” He poured a few into your hand.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh. “I’ve had them before, but thank you for sharing.” You tossed a few into your mouth. “New favorite?”

“I don’t even need to try the others. This is the one.”

The rest of the night flew by with plenty of trick-or-treaters. Saeran’s favorite of the night was the girl in the Snow White costume. Yours was the blow-up t-rex. The trick-or-treaters did NOT get many M&Ms. About halfway through the night Saeran had already consumed all of them. 

Finally, it was time to turn off the porch light and settle in for the night. “Did you have fun?” You asked, pouring the extra candy into a ziplock bag so that you could have some later.

“I see why you like this holiday so much. I think it’s actually my new favorite.”

You grinned at him, proud that you were able to make the night go so smoothly. “Are you staying the night or are you heading home?” You asked, moving the chairs by the door back to the dining room table. Saeran helped carry his.

“Can I stay? I’ve still got one more sweet I wanna try.” He had a glint in his eye but his smile was so innocent. Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Kit-kats? They’re pretty basic but honestly I-“

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Nooooo! I mean you.” He walked towards you, one hand resting around your waist, the other taking off your flower crown and setting it on the table. “I never got that kiss form earlier.” He pouted.

“I’m not a sweet,” you giggled, hand moving to rest on top of his own. “I’m just me.”

He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, noses brushing against each other. “My Love, you know that no candy is sweeter than you. At least not to me.”

You couldn’t wait any longer and pulled him in for that long-awaited kiss.

[jloves-pp]

Little Book of Magic-chapter 6

Chapter 6

Woo-hoo! Best. Day. Ever! Rapunzel cried at the top of her lungs.

Jack, Rapunzel, Merida, Hiccup and Toothless were flying toward the sky.

The winter Sprite had to admit it. That he was having fun flying with his new friends. He smiled as Rapunzel giggled as she let her hand stretch up towards the clouds.

Merida had her head back and her arms out, enjoying the wind blowing on her skin and through her wild hair. Hiccup glanced over to the redhead, it was clear that Merida was loving this.

"Oh there it is", they heard Rapunzel call out and point below. They looked down to see the seaside town, instantly as they flew they began to descend, landing in a car park that was next to the beach.

"So, how was your first flight?" Jack asked Rapunzel after she let go, she started jumping up and down on the pavement.

"Oh, it was so much fun, I can't believe I did it", Rapunzel replied gleefully before she turned and gasped ", Oh look over there!"

"Hey, hey, slow down!" Jack said in surprise as Rapunzel grabbed his arm and pulled him along with her,

Hiccup and Toothless watched them leave before seeing that Merida was standing next to railings, looking down to the sea.

"So..how was it? Your first time flying I mean!" Hiccup asked when he joined her. She sighed and held her head up.

"It was amazing" Merida said smiling, holding on to the bars, swinging slowly from side to side.

"Yeah, it's a great feeling. No matter how many times I'm up there, it never gets old," Hiccup said. He then glance over to Merida and saw the wind blowing her curly hair, he thought to himself how lovely she was and that her hair was fantastic. Hiccup stopped himself by shaking his head and looking at the ocean. The two them stood and watched the sea for awhile until Hiccup broke the silence.

"You know, looking at the sea reminds me of home."

"Me too, it just like home" Merida sighed softly, "I think Angus would love to run across this beach."

"Who's Angus?" Hiccup asked, he really was interested in getting to know her more.

"My horse" Merida answered "he and I would go riding when we can"

"Yeah that's sounds like what Toothless and I do" Hiccup said smiling.

"You know, I've always wondered what it is like to fly, up among the clouds, soaring with birds, touching the sky" she said dreamily. "Sometimes when me and Angus are riding, I pretend I'm flying across the sky, on a dragon is better than what I've ever imagined"

"Yeah, I can't imagine life without Toothless now, he's my best friend" Hiccup said as he looked over to his dragon who was busy chasing seagulls. Both teens laughed at the Night Fury's antics.

"I think my brothers would love messing with Toothless" Merida then commented.

"You have brothers?"

"Triplets, Harris, Hubert and Hamish"

"It was just me and my dad and you could say we didn't have a great relationship"

"Really?" Merida then said. She was curious about this boy. Not only about him and his dragon but about him as a person.

"Yes but after I met Toothless, me and my dad ended up working things out, even though he was angry, he used Toothless to find the dragon's nest and nearly got killed by the Red Death. We're good now" Hiccup explained, he could see how shocked Merida looked."you probably wouldn't understand..."

"No I do, it's actually similar with me and my mum" Merida quickly said.

"Oh w..what happened?" Hiccup asked

Merida took a deep breath before she began "Well me and my mum never saw eye to eye and after one terrible argument, I ended up turning her into a bear and it nearly ended up destroying my family, but my mum change back and the kingdom was saved. Even now mum still has her queenly moments, are relationship is great, I'm even teaching her archery, she's not the best but she trying"

"Wait...Queen! Your mother is a queen" Merida heard Hiccup exclaim and turned to see a gob smacked Hiccup, even Toothless looked gob smacked.

"Ur...Aya Merida said awkwardly. She didn't want to tell them about being a Royal because people instantly treated her differently and she hated it.

"So that makes...oh I'm sorry your highness" Hiccup instantly said and began bowing,"If I knew I...I..I would have.."

"Please stop. You don't have do that" She quickly said shaking her hands.

Hiccup stopped and looked up "oh sorry Mer, I just didn't know" he apologised as he stood up, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

Hearing what he called her, Merida couldn't help but smile at him. She never had a nickname before and she thought it was sweet of him "It's ok...Hic, "

He wasn't sure what to say when she called him Hic. No one had given him a nickname so it warmed his heart to hear this.

Meanwhile, Rapunzel gazed in wonder around the seaside town. amazed by all the people, all the shops and everything else that she could see. Jack tried to keep up with the golden hair girl even though she was dragging him along. She finally stopped at a bakery and looked at the cakes and cupcakes.

The winter Sprite was relieved when Rapunzel stopped and let go of him, he could finally catch his breath. Baby Tooth fluttered up to Jack, checking on him. Jack smiled to his fairy friend, showing her he was alright, a bit tired but ok.

"Pascel, look how pretty these are" Rapunzel said to the chameleon who was on her shoulder then she noticed the shop next door, she instantly went over to a flower shop and smell the Sweet Peas. "I wish I had my paints and papers, so I can remember this place"

"Well maybe you can ask Maria or Sally if they can give you a notebook or drawing pad. I'm sure they won't mind" Jack suggested.

"Yeah I'll ask them" Rapunzel said smiling at Jack and he returned the smile. "So Jack, what's your world like?, what do you do?" Rapunzel asked him, she wanted to get to know Jack.

Jack laughed a bit before saying "Well..where to start?, first of all, my world is the same as here, the only diiffere is that, there I'm a guardian.

"Guardian of what?" Rapunzel asked

"A guardian of childhood" the winter Sprite could see the confusion on Rapunzel's face and on Pascal too. Jack looked over to the fairy who gesture to tell them, he breathed before he began "Have you ever heard of Santa Clause,the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or Sandman" Rapunzel nodded and Jack continued "They're guardians also and it's our job to pretoct children. At first I didn't want to be part of them, they were all hard work and deadlines and I'm..."

"Snowballs and fun times" Rapunzel suddenly said.

Jack couldn't help but smile at this "Yeah exactly, but after helping them, I found out where I belong"

Rapunzel was about to respond when they heard two boys yelling and they ran past them, a girl chasing them trying to catch up with them. What happened next not only shocked Rapunzel but Jack as well. The girl ran right toward Rapunzel like she wasn't here.

"Wh...what happened" was all that she said. The winter Sprite knew what she was feeling. He was invisible to mortals until they believed in him, for most of his life, he lived without being seen. So seeing the golden haired girl confused and scared, his heart went out to her.

"Hey, it's ok, you're going to be ok" Jack said softly, Rapunzel ran to him and hugged him as she sobbed. Jack was taken back but he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her.

"Jack,Rapunzel" Jack lifted his head and turned to see Sally, Maria, Charlie and Ollie rushing up to them with their bikes.

"Are you guys alright, where's Merida, Hiccup and Toothless" Maria asked them when the kids reached Jack and Rapunzel.

"We're fine but something just happened" Jack told them.

"What happened? Charlie asked

"Someone..came towards me" Rapunzel murmured weakly still shaking.

"What?" Maria said then she felt her arm being tugged. She found out who was pulling at her arm.

"Maria haven't you noticed" Sally said.

"Noticed what?" Maria asked.

"Just look" Sally answered. Maria looked up and then realised what her sister meant. No one was looking at Rapunzel or Jack. Both of them would had drawn a huge crowd by now but all of the people would do there usually stuff.

"We'd better move, we can't talk here with other people around" Charlie spoke up after he figured out what Sally said.

"You're right, we need to go somewhere quiet" Maria agreed.

So they led Jack and Rapunzel away until they reached a small park. They also found Merida, Hiccup and Toothless looking at a monument of a long boat.

"I'm not surprised to find you guys here" Maria said when they reach them.

"What, a Viking ship?" Jack asked

"Oh it's a lovely boat" Rapunzel commented looking it.

"Years ago, Vikings landed here and it's said that some stayed and married some local people" Sally told them about the town's history.

"Well back where I am from, we have lot of ship's like this. Although there're a bit bigger and the heads of are more scared" Hiccup admitted and Toothless nodded in agreement.

"Wait a second, are you a Viking, Hiccup?" Jack asked. Hiccup felt the colours leave his face, not sure to tell them but thinking about it. The Collins kids knew already and Merida did tell him about her being a princess.

Hiccup shut his eyes and said reluctantly "yes, unfortunately I am one" he opened his eyes and to find all of them were looking at Jack who was smirking and was trying to hold in his laughter.

"Jack, it's nothing to laugh about" Rapunzel scolded him.

"Sorry but I thought Vikings were big and hairy and thirsty for blood" Jack said jokingly but the last part made Rapunzel tense.

"Most of the good Vikings are at home, minding their own business" Charlie then said

"Yeah and we would be too busy to think of raiding anywhere" Hiccup added

"With what?" Rapunzel asked and she saw the dragon's face. She understood why now.

At that moment, they all heard the town clock strike. Maria checked her phone, it said 11.00.

"Well maybe we'll get lunch then we can brainstorm on how to get you guys home" Maria announced

"Oh I wanted to ask, do you mind lending me a notebook or a drawing pad?" Rapunzel asked the girls.

"Well we'd love to but we don't have one right now" Sally said then added "but there's a shop that sell them in town"

As the group set off back to town, Merida, Hiccup and Toothless held back. Remembering what he told her.

"Are you sure you're a Viking?" Merida asked going close to him.

"Y..yes, why are you asking" Hiccup questioned blushing.

"Well you have manners and tenderness and you have no beard" she said as she gently touched his chin which caused Hiccup to blush more.

"I...I'm working on that" Hiccup laughed nervously.

Merida let go of his chin before saying "You know I've always wanted to meet a Viking"

"Really?" he asked in surprise.

She nodded before saying "Er, yeah and I know what it's like when someone is telling you to change but know you can't" The Redhead felt sorry for the Viking boy and found they had a lot in common. Hiccup couldn't help but smile to Merida and she smiled back " Well we'd better catch up with the others, come on you two" Merida said, seeing Jack, Rapunzel and the kids were far away. As she ran ahead, she thought that Hiccup had a cute smile.

Hiccup watched the redheaded and thought about her kind words but he then noticed Toothless was giving him a knowing smile.

"Toothless, I've just met her. Don't get the wrong idea" Hiccup said playfully shoving his dragon. The Night fury simply shrugged the two friends rushed after the others.

The Collins children led the teens toward the town until they reach the bakery, they got some pasties and sandwiches for lunch, Sally asked if her new friends wanted anything to eat. Jack of course said no but both Hiccup and Merida were confused by all the different food on the shelves and Rapunzel was delighted by the cupcakes.

They found a shop that sold fish, the dragon licked his lips when he saw the biggest fish in there, so the kids bought it but told Toothless that he can have it later.

They passed a stationary shop to buy a note book and some coloured pencils, Rapunzel picked a pretty pink book with a glittering rainbow on the cover, Sally pay for them.

The others waited outside and as soon as Sally and Rapunzel joined them they found a quiet place to talk. Sally, Maria, Charlie and Ollie were munching their lunch. Rapunzel was trying to get Jack to eat a cupcake, although Jack said no she didn't stop trying. Merida and Hiccup were trying ham sandwiches with tomato and lettuce.

"Where's Toothless?" Just as he said that, there heard a car alarm wailing. Then all at once they realised where the Night Fury was. Wasting no time, The Collins headed straight to the sound with the Big Four behind them. The kids knew the carpark was near by and when they reached it, they found the dragon roaring and pushing at a car with his front legs.

"Oh no what is he doing?" Sally said in shock putting a hand on her head. She and the other feared that the car would be destroyed and they'll be in real trouble but the carpark was empty except for one woman who was about to get into her car. The woman didn't see the dragon attack a car, she just saw the car shaking with its and the alarm sounding off noisily.

"Toothless, down boy" Hiccup said to the dragon and managed to pull him away.

"Maybe we should head back to the Nan's house before anything else happens" Maria suggested, no one was against it. So they started the journey back up to the house, hoping there wouldn't be anymore trouble.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I said i would only read one last thing before sleeping and i 😌 will now dream of my husband and his dragon doing looptilooloopoploops in the sky

You were trembling, and you knew your husband could feel the shaking in your hands as you gripped his leather-clad elbow like a vice.

[raises coffee cup] ah yes [motions to art] strong beginning as always. Got me in your head already from the get go. Well done [posh laughter]

“Y/N.”  Aemond soothed, petting your hair with his free hand. “She won’t eat you; this I promise.”

First of all 🤨☝️eat me ok 😫 i believe you my love but also 🤨🫵 youre her rider and aren't u like bonded together which means, judging by the fact you knocked yn up, YOU want to eat her therefore how am i so sure vhagar wont foll- [hit by a truck]

Already you could make out the massive form of the drowsing dragon, curled up on the wide beach.  You balked, jerking Aemond back with you, running a nervous hand along the curve of your abdomen.  Aemond’s gaze was drawn to where you caressed, his face softening to that honeyed expression he only wore in your presence…a sort of reverence.  He turned toward you fully, placing his hands around your baby bump, bowing to place a soft kiss there.  Long silver hair spilled over his shoulders as he straightened, placing his lips to yours, gently tracing your jaw.

When he^^^^ i-

“Vhagar will know you carry my child.  I look forward to her reaction upon seeing you.”  He took your hand encouragingly once more. “There is nothing to fear, my fire.”

I love dragon bonds

“I can…what?”

She like me for real GIT UR HANDS OFF ME BOI NAHHHHHH

“She likes you.”  Aemond whispered, tucking his chin into the crook of your shoulder from where he stood behind you.  He placed a warm kiss to your neck. “Would you like to ride her?”

[inhales deeply] no

He tilted his head at you, a smirk curving his lips. “How many times have you asked me to recount the experience of dragon riding?  How often do you give me cheek for not taking you with me?”  He gestured behind you to where Vhagar watched. “She has met you; she knows you are mine and carry our child within you.  She will be gentle with you, as I desire it.”

NO BUT AEMOND FUCKING INSANE FOR WAITING FOR HER TO GET THAT PREGNANT BEFORE BRINGING HER TO VHAGAR HELLOOOOO???????????

The fervor with which he spoke, the violet fire in his eye, spurred you to action. “Don’t let me fall, Aemond.”  You warned, placing a foot on the first rung of the ladder and hoisting yourself up.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 girl i get it the verbal affirmation but 💀💀💀💀💀 if vhagar wanted you to fall im so sorry but not even your one eyed lizard can help 😓😓😓 its a one way ticket to yeetville. Dw aemonds crash landing with you tho 💗💗💗

“Sōvegon!”  Your vocal cords already felt sore, but your shout did the trick.

SCREAMING LAUGHING CRYING 💀💀💀💀💀 AGAIN MY GOSH ROLLING ON THE FLOOR YOUR BABY DADDY DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU HIS GIDDY UP IS FUCKING DEAF I HATE HIM HELP ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

A thrilled laugh, sounding crazed even to your own ears, left your chest as the wind whipped about you.  You felt Aemond’s arms encircle your belly protectively, holding you and your unborn baby tight.  He placed his mouth upon your exposed neck, sucking small kisses down to your shoulder.

🤠🤠🤠🤠 woah there partner. Whats the sucky suck for 🚨🚨🚨 hello???? Its like you WANT to fall do your death. [Smacks him violently] nO BANGING ON DRAGON BACK HISS

You corrected the phrase, and the dragon dipped gently to the left, circling back to where you had started, slowly descending back to earth.  Your heart swelled as Vhagar’s feet impacted with the ground once more, you could tell the large creature made a concerted effort to be gentle.  Aemond’s words proved true, she did have at least some inclination of your delicate state.

VHAGAAAARRRRRRRR

You reached out to touch her skin, stroking it, wondering if she was able to even feel you there. “Kirimvose, Vhagar.”

Assss youu shouuulldddd thank yewwwww 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 my queens bonding.

He gave you a radiant smile, pulling you to him and kissing you, the taste of salt air fresh on his lips.  “And I love you, my fire, my hearth, my home.”  He punctuated each affectionate phrase with a kiss to your face.  You scrunched your nose at him, giggling as he kissed at the ticklish spot under your jaw.

LIZARD MAN SO CORNY GRRR BARK BARK ABRK

hello!! could you write with aemond where he introduces the reader to vhaegar and he takes her riding?

*rubs hands together* alright my lovely Anons, I cooked up something that includes all of the above ^.^

Masterlist here

Aemond x pregnant!reader | I serve you all the fluffs

You were trembling, and you knew your husband could feel the shaking in your hands as you gripped his leather-clad elbow like a vice.

“Y/N.”  Aemond soothed, petting your hair with his free hand. “She won’t eat you; this I promise.”

You were walking together in the predawn light, down the sloping hills outside King’s Landing, where Aemond knew his dragon took up residence, being too big for the Dragon Pit.  Your belly was round with his child, and Aemond had taken great care in leading you along the rugged terrain.

Already you could make out the massive form of the drowsing dragon, curled up on the wide beach.  You balked, jerking Aemond back with you, running a nervous hand along the curve of your abdomen.  Aemond’s gaze was drawn to where you caressed, his face softening to that honeyed expression he only wore in your presence…a sort of reverence.  He turned toward you fully, placing his hands around your baby bump, bowing to place a soft kiss there.  Long silver hair spilled over his shoulders as he straightened, placing his lips to yours, gently tracing your jaw.

“Vhagar will know you carry my child.  I look forward to her reaction upon seeing you.”  He took your hand encouragingly once more. “There is nothing to fear, my fire.”

Upon hearing the familiar nickname your husband had given you, a smile tugged at your lips.  With renewed bravery, and a dose of curiosity, you allowed Aemond to lead you down the hill and onto the sandy beach.

Vhagar marked your approach, raising her head, yellow eyes surveying you and Aemond with interest.

“Rytsas, Vhagar!” Aemond’s commanding voice boomed to greet his dragon. “Bisa iksos issa ābrazȳrys.”

Still supporting your swollen belly with one hand, you leaned into Aemond. “What did you just say?”  Your voice was a hoarse whisper.

“I greeted her and said you are my wife.”  You were very close to the dragon now, craning your neck to look into her eye.  Her hot breath washed over you, blowing your hair away from your face in a rush.

“You can touch her.”

“I can…what?”

Aemond chuckled, lifting your hand still interlocked with his, and guiding you forward slowly until you felt the iron scales of Vhagar’s snout under your fingers. Despite yourself, you reveled in the feeling of the dragon’s hide, stroking along the rigid skin.  It reminded you of tree bark in a way, and you felt Vhagar press gently against you in return.  She made a contented grumble deep in her throat, sounding like a hundred earthquakes, yet a quiet noise for the enormous creature.

“She likes you.”  Aemond whispered, tucking his chin into the crook of your shoulder from where he stood behind you.  He placed a warm kiss to your neck. “Would you like to ride her?”

Your heart stuttered at the thought of mounting such a great beast. “I am quite content with my feet firmly upon the ground, thank you.”

Aemond tugged you to Vhagar’s side, the dragon’s eyes still upon you, and gestured to the rope ladder that led up to a distant saddle you could just make out upon her back.

You turned to your husband incredulously. “You’re going to make your pregnant wife ride the largest dragon in Westeros?”

He tilted his head at you, a smirk curving his lips. “How many times have you asked me to recount the experience of dragon riding?  How often do you give me cheek for not taking you with me?”  He gestured behind you to where Vhagar watched. “She has met you; she knows you are mine and carry our child within you.  She will be gentle with you, as I desire it.”

The fervor with which he spoke, the violet fire in his eye, spurred you to action. “Don’t let me fall, Aemond.”  You warned, placing a foot on the first rung of the ladder and hoisting yourself up.

“Never, my lady.”

Sure enough, Aemond was right beneath you the entire ascent to Vhagar’s back.  It was tough work, made more awkward by your pregnant condition.  Arms shaking, you made it to the saddle and Aemond was quickly at your side, helping you straddle the leather seat.  He tied you securely in place, and slid in behind you, tying the ropes about his own person as well.  You felt his arms come about you firmly, his breath tickled your ear. “Say ‘sōvegon’.  That means ‘fly’ in Valyrian.  ‘Dohaeris’ means ‘serve’, though I doubt you will need to use it.”

You leaned into his warm embrace, shivering slightly in the cool breeze. “How do you get a dragon to breathe fire?”

“Perhaps we will save that for a later date.”  Aemond laughed lightly, squeezing your thighs.

Vhagar’s head was so far distant from where you sat, you wondered if she’d be able to hear you.  Gathering as much air as possible in your lungs, you shouted, “Sōvegon, Vhagar!”  A shifting beneath you, like an island coming out of the sea, caused you to squeal and clutch at Aemond’s hands.

“Once more, tell her to fly.”  He prompted, voice loud in your ear as Vhagar got to her feet, stretching her mile-long wings.

“Sōvegon!”  Your vocal cords already felt sore, but your shout did the trick.

With lumbering steps, and a great flapping of wings, Vhagar gained speed and launched herself into the clear sky.  Birds fled the area in haste as the great dragon soared ever higher, the landscape below growing small beneath you, the Red Keep and surrounding cities looking like mere toys.

A thrilled laugh, sounding crazed even to your own ears, left your chest as the wind whipped about you.  You felt Aemond’s arms encircle your belly protectively, holding you and your unborn baby tight.  He placed his mouth upon your exposed neck, sucking small kisses down to your shoulder.

You had never felt so free, so wild and yet safe, loved in the arms of your Targaryen husband.  You spread your arms wide, mimicking the soaring of the dragon you now rode.  The wind breaking across your body, numbing your skin.  The rising sun reflected its pink light upon the ocean surface, the sparkling water winking up at you, distant waves lapping at golden shores.

You heard Aemond in your ear, voice straining over the rush of wind. “Tell her ‘Gūrogon īlva lenton’.  Take us home.”

You repeated the words, shouting to Vhagar.  Aemond laughed, “Not ‘leyton’, my love, ‘lenton’.

You corrected the phrase, and the dragon dipped gently to the left, circling back to where you had started, slowly descending back to earth.  Your heart swelled as Vhagar’s feet impacted with the ground once more, you could tell the large creature made a concerted effort to be gentle.  Aemond’s words proved true, she did have at least some inclination of your delicate state.

Your husband undid the ties binding you to the dragon saddle, descending before you, offering help when you needed it as you climbed the ladder once more.  Your knees shook upon impact with the sand, Aemond’s hands on your waist steadying you as your balance returned.

“That was…unlike anything I could possibly imagine!”  You beamed up at him. “How do I say ‘thank you’?”

“Kirimvose.”  Aemond released you, lingering behind as you approached Vhagar’s face once more.

You reached out to touch her skin, stroking it, wondering if she was able to even feel you there. “Kirimvose, Vhagar.”

She made the same low rumbling sound, this time softer, in response.  You turned and made your way back to Aemond, who stood observing you with a soft smile upon his face.

“Can we stay for a little while, watch the sunrise?”  You asked, taking his arm and slowly walking together toward where the water lapped at the beach.

“Of course, Y/N.  This day is yours, to do with as you please.”  His low voice was sweet as he stopped to gaze at you, drinking in your every expression, the golden light of morning lighting his handsome face.

“Aemond…how do you say ‘I love you’ in Valyrian?”

“Avy jorrāelan.”

“Avy jorrāelan, my dragon.”  

He gave you a radiant smile, pulling you to him and kissing you, the taste of salt air fresh on his lips.  “And I love you, my fire, my hearth, my home.”  He punctuated each affectionate phrase with a kiss to your face.  You scrunched your nose at him, giggling as he kissed at the ticklish spot under your jaw.

Behind you, Vhagar made another of her contented noises, rumbling the earth beneath your feet.  You and Aemond remained tangled in each other’s arms as the sun rose into the sky, heralding a new day, blessing the small family you had begun with the man who would forever own your heart. 

[dreammutual-remade]

idol!you and lucas

request: please do a bullet scenario about lucas and his gf both being sm idols - anon

word count: 2.6k 

a/n: first of all,,,, this gif hurts me badly, seCOND OF ALL im so sorry for the inactivity !!  I have finals this week and I graduate really soon n ive just been v busy !!! also I had hella writers block trying to finish this ish up but I hope u like it anon !!!!its a lil hard for me to write as an idol just because thats such a Wildt lifestyle but I did my best ily

warnings: cursing n also some crying because god knows all of our boys prolly have during their idol days :(((((((

what’s up butter cup

let’s dive tf in

as a pre-warning thingy i’m making you a singer so i’m very sorry if you can’t sing i can’t either bby

alright so this story begins when you’re not even 16 years old and you audition for a bunch of companies

tbh you didn’t think you were /that/ good at singing or dancing but ???

all the companies wanted you??? you got offers from JYP and SM and Pledis ????? go off queen

we stan

anyways

you decide to go with SM since they produced leGENDS SHINEE

FUCK I LOVE THOSE GUYS

(binch if u went to JYP u literally could have been in TWICE ?!?/&.&. ABSOLUTE LEGENDS UR LOSS THOT)

also because you just think that’ll be best for you ?? idk we don’t judge here (i already did though i’m So Sorry)

on your first day as a trainee you’re in search of the female dorms and you just can’t find them

eventually you run into this,,,, Gang Of Adolescent Boys

they’re wearing dorky ass muscle tees and keep saying shit about “foreign swaggers”

(.... y’all already know who it is sjdkdkd)

and you’re Meek and New and Small so you’re like um, hellowherearethegirlsdormsplease

okay there’s four of them and they’re all fckin huge except for one

the Biggest One with the american accent points you in the right direction and you try to scurry away but end up smacking into the Second Biggest One’s arm because he moved in your way on accident ouchie

“god lucas why don’t you just run the poor girl over”

“hYUNG PLEASE”

“hehehhehe i’m just kiddin”

and you just kind of mumble that it’s fine and go on your way

okay so you train for three yEARS before your debut

and you def come out of your shell alright like you’re Extroverted and whatnot

you still see those boys and even make friends with mark and donghyuck and the Foreign Members

but the entirety of the group you met has debuted except Lucas

you’re not close but you wave and say hi when you see each other

you turn pink everytime from Emotions and also Holding Your Breathe Due To Anxiety

and he was cute years ago but he’s only gotten prettier with age dude

they recently dyed his hair to give him some Blonde Stuff and he looks reaLLY GOOD

LIKE TO THE POINT WHERE U HAVE TROUBLE LOOKING HIM IN THE EYE

but eventually you’re like hey now i’m a grown woman i can handle this giant childish man !!! quit that @ emotions

alright so you debut like, days before him no lie

you’re a solo artist bc idk

red velvet was full 😔🤟

anyways you’ve been filming the video for the past couple weeks and the concept is sort of filmy and shimmery like old sparkly anime water u kno ?

and you’re wearing similar stuff to what ten was wearing in the new heroes mv (BIG OOF) except less warm toned ?

like swishy sort of see through white shirts and spandex underneath

you’re a Beautiful and Skilled dancer so they have u all over the place with this choreo

on the FLOOR on the WALL in the AIR

no joke they had you in a harness doing cool swirly shit in the air this is the stuff of legends my g

but like the inside of SM ? is very cold

if you’re not filming you’re bundled up in a blanket and trying to rub the goosebumps out of your arms and legs

because you have to look all smooth and flawless for filming and those are two things goosies are not

luckily the song wasn’t a huge ballad because it’s rather hard to belt out long ass notes when you’re upside down lmao

anyways, the song is a bop and the mv is beautiful and you are wearing minimal clothing and although these are all nice things but also

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

the filming is almost done thank GOD

you’re taking a break from filming and you go out in the hall in your costume to go get another water bottle because ain’t nobody around to give a pre debut thot a water bottle 🤧🤧

your arms are wrapped around yourself when lucas jogs up behind you and throws his jacket around you??

literally throws it like you made an oof noise

“um ,? thank you that was aggressive”

“i knOw i’m sorry it’s just you are practically naked and it’s Cold in here and also walking behind you i noticed you were Very Exposed sO”

you turn bright red because that means everyone has seen your ass prolly and you duck your head and pull the jacket tighter around yourself

“oh! i’m sorry i mean you look uhh? really good ?? yeah you look good nOT that i was looking super hard or anything or that i uH saw aNything BUt if i did it would look good i’m sure nOT THAT I thInK about that ?$/&/“

and now you’re both blushing very hard but you feel a little better when you see he’s just as flustered as you

you brush your fingers on his forearm to get him to stop staring at the floor and tell him thanks and ask about when he’s debuting

he tells you the mv filming is done since they had to go Real Far Away to do it and get it done ahead of time and that the teasers will be out in three weeks and then the mv release and then its Show Time Baby

you’re excited for him and he’s excited and you debut really soon as well and he’s excited for you and !!!!!

there’s excitement all over the place

he’s smiling so big and his eyes are cute and crinkly and :(((((

you still got a crush on him /sigh/

one of the staff literally yells your name down the hall and you’re like aw shit that’s my cue lol

you leave him with with a lil squeeze of his bicep and you’re BOTH shook

him because ?? was that fLIRTING

you because ?? THAT WAS FLIRTING

also because his biceps are thicc i’m gonna cry

big baby stands there for like 3 mins just shook and with uwus oozing from his pores

you skrt very quickly to avoid the consequences of your actions and get back to filming

okay TIME SKIP

your mv was released and did GOOD AS FUCK

you didn’t hear it from me but lucas + nct boys were seen on vlive jamming the fuck out to your song

you’re backstage like 10 mins from going on and having an absolute panic attack

what if you trip ??? or your voice breaks !!:&::

what if all the reviews say you’re Trash live and that the mv was better since they edited

what if you FLOP AND HAVE NO FANS

NO ONE DOES THE FANCHANTS

FUCK FUXKFUCKFUXKCUDJ

so you do call the king of debuts

mark lee

and you’re like mARK FUCK IM GOING TO CRASH AND BURN PLEAS LLSSE DHELPD ME

he tells you to Calm The Fuck Down and assures you it’ll be fine but it’s not working and mark is but a young boy he don’t know how to deal with FEMALES

you hear some deep ass voice on the other side ask who’s on the phone and mark says your name and then the voice is closer and deMANDING to be given the phone

u already kno it’s our boy yukhei

he can hear you gasping through the phone and having a mental breakdown and immediately makes his voice all low and soft

wow i’m , affected writing this shit

“hey, y/n, listen to me, you’re okay, you’re fine. i promise it’ll be okay.”

“bUT WHAT IF I-“

“you won’t. you’ve worked too hard and practiced too much. i know you i saw you do it. do NOT let all of that go down the drain. you can do this. now get your cute ass out there and take NO SHIT”

“i know but i am, scared”

“don’t be! this is what you love isnt it?”

“i mean,,,, yeah”

“and you want to do this more than anything don’t you?”

“well , yeah”

“then for gods sake don’t be a wimp and do it”

“hey i miss the part of this conversation where you were being nice to me”

“that part’s over babe you need some TOUGH LOVE now please for me and for yourSELF get out there”

“okay.. thanks lucas”

“anything for you, angel”

yOU HANG UP SO QUICK

how dare he

you were all Comforted but then he went on with that angel bullshit

okay long story short you ended the industry dude

all solo artists BOW BEFORE YOU

VOCAL QUEEN

DANCE QUEEN

lucas: shaking because His Angel did so well and you were wearing white and actually looked like an angel

but you don’t see him for the next like twO MONTHS because he’s promoting boss and you’re promoting your single and neither of you are home ever

when you do get a second to yourself you try to send him an encouraging text but

you seldom get a second to yourself :(((

he does the same thing and they’re so sweet :(

“good morning i hope u slept well !!”

“princess don’t forget 2 hydrate”

“i saw ur mnet performance u looked beautiful <333”

this man is practically begging you to wife him up i mean

he’s cute

he’s BIG and WARM

very sweet to you :(

talented and lovely

absolute dweeb

supportive of you even from great distances

BEST BOY UWU

you try to be just as encouraging back because he deserves it UGH

“bub don’t forget to eat i know ur hungry rn”

“!!!!!! you came foR MY LUNGS WITH THAT CENTER DANCE AT THE END BOI”

“why are u sending me messages u need to rest bby :((“

when things calm down though you,, see each other

he doesn’t formally ask you out and you don’t say anything but, youre dating sort of kind of

as idols you’re both still so so busy and you JUST debuted so neither of you are really allowed to date anyways

you settle for little bits of cuddling and secret touches as you pass each other in the hall

you both stand outside of your respective dorms at night to facetime without waking your dorm mates

he desperately wants to go on dates and do Normal Couple things but there’s no time :(

the most affectionate you’ve ever been is when the girl group who shares a dorm with you was out promoting and you had him over and you took a nap together :((((

he Insisted upon being the big spoon and basically wrapped your whole body up with his limbs

pressed a few lil kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulder when he thought you were asleep

you weren’t though and you turned around to kiss him on the cheek and then tuck your face into his neck and pass tf out

he has to leave though because mark texts him and is like YO I KNO UR WITH Y/N AND HER ROOMMATES ARE ON THE WAY HOME

ABORT MISSION DUDE

and that’s pretty much it :(

months pass without much between you even though you’re trying your best

and even though you live in dorms you’re still so lonely especially when you’re traveling because you don’t have any group members

you don’t want to annoy or worry lucas though so you don’t complain

he notices though and late at night he’ll call you while you’re in bed and talk about his day and how he misses you and wishes you were there

and when you get all emo he says he’ll be waiting for you at the airport

(he really does he goes and hides in the bathroom and texts you so you can go in there and TACKLE HIM)

he still calls you angel all the time :((((

god that’s another weakness of mine ??? IM SUCH A WUSS

but it has specifically changed to “my angel”

uwu

your first kiss and first Real Confession happens on the Worst Day Of Your Life

you’re about to go on stage (you’ve released an album since your debut so this is new stuff) when you get a call from your mom ??

she’s crying and tells you your grandma is sick and in the hospital and it’s really bad

immediately you’re barely holding yourself together because that woman half raised you and was the reason you stayed in dance and worked so hard to become who you are today

there are tears streaming down your face already and the makeup team is fluttering around you trying to fix what you’re messing up and it’s bad

you still have to go on though so you go and perform with tears in your eyes and your manager yells at you after for not pulling it together

you go home in tears and then you’re not looking where you’re going and ran straight into a staff who yells at you some more for being some entitled idol brat

originally you weren’t gonna say anything to lucas but, the staff pushed you over the edge and you call him in tears and are incoherent and can barely tell him where you are before you hang up

our boy BURSTS into your room and sees you sitting on the floor with your face buried in your knees and 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 !!

he gathers you in his arms and sits on the bed with you curled up on his lap

he holds you close and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back at the same time as he frantically tries to figure out what’s wrong

“y/n?? baby what’s wrong? angel, please you gotta tell me or i cant help”

“i jjJJUST Got a cALL and my grandMA IS SICK AND THEN I DI D BAD AND DISAPPOINTED EVERYONE AND My mManageR yeYELLED at me and theN I RAN iNtO a staffF meMbEr and he yELled at me too and I JSUT .$:&:&;& i’m sO SORRY u doNT need to deAL WIYH ME you have problems of YouR own and-“

“shhh listen to me i always care about you okay? angel, i want to help you no matter what you know that. also, if you weren’t so distraught i would go beat some SM ass you didn’t deserve to be yelled at :(((( how about we call your mom and check for updates with your grandma and i’ll stay here with you for the night?”

you nod and then reach for your phone while keeping as much physical contact with lucas as possible

he’s the only reason you haven’t reached the Depression Point Of No Return so

we stayin close

you put your mom on speaker and set your phone down before squishing yourself back into his chest and sniffling while the phone rings

your mom answers and you shakily ask for any updates and she tells you not much but your grandma has improved and they think that within a couple weeks she’ll be better

you cry some more and tell her you love them both and you’re so relieved and lucas kisses the crown of your head and is just There For Comforting

once you hang up and you’ve calmed down a little more you back up a little and turn to face him

“hey thank you so much, you didn’t have to come and help me so much but you’ve always been there to make me stop Freaking Out and laugh and i just, love you. yeah that’s what it is. I LOVE YOU I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, WONG YUKHE-“

he cuts you off by snatching your face in his big warm hands and kissing you right on the lips

he then kisses your nose and your forehead and pulls you back into his lap to tuck you under his chin

“it’s all for you, angel ;)))) i love you more”

[hiyo-silver]

Gold

Summary: YOI au. Stan is Eddie's new skating coach, but he starts to have feelings for him.

Pairings: Eddie Kaspbrak/Stanley Uris

AO3

Taglist: @fuckboykaspbrak @thesquidliesthuman @starboystan @rachi0964 @shewasthewind @beepbeep-losers @bigbilliamdenbro @jalenrose1122 @sleepygaybrough @itandstrangerthingsfanfic @boopboopreddie @peachywyatt

Eddie pulls on his skate, lacing it with care, his hands quivering and he's not sure if it's with cold or with anxiety. He shoves the lace through the top holes, tying them off in a bow.

He peers around, looking for his coach, Stan, jumping more than he'd expect to when his eyes meet Stan's.

"Eddie, good to see you," Stan acknowledges him with a nod, walking over and putting his hand to eddie, grasping Eddie's in his own and pulling him up. "You get cold easily?" He notices, feeling Eddie's hands feeling near icy when he's hardly been in the rink at all.

"Uh- yeah, hi Mr. Uris, I'm seriously so so honored to work with you-" Eddie starts, stopping when Stan waves his hand to tell him to stop.

"We should get started soon, I've only ever seen your work in videos, can you do that routine from the last competition?" Stan asks, hoping Eddie would understand once he pulls up the music from the routine.

Eddie nods, walking on the thin blades of the skates, holding onto the wall for a moment, breaking under the pressure of working with his idol. Once the music hits his ears it all melts away though, it flows through him from his ears to his toes, bringing a performance smile to his face and fluid movements through his body.

Eddie glides on the surface of the ice, his arms poised elegantly above his head, doing a turn, and then another, both flawlessly. He truly forgets himself in his skating.

The music ends and he slides over to the edge, leaning on the wall and panting to find his breath. "Good?" He asks through a breath out.

"Decent," Stan nods in response. Taking some notes on his laptop, his slender fingers dancing around the keys as delicately as Eddie's landings after jumps.

Eddie nods breathlessly. At least it's decent, he smiles to himself, getting back onto the normal floor and shuffling to the bench, drinking from his water bottle. "How can I improve it, Mr. Uris?" He turns and asks the curly haired man.

"We can discuss, over coffee perhaps? And don't call me mr. Uris. That's m-my father. Stanley to you," he says with a playful smirk that Eddie wouldn't have expected from him.

Eddie keeps his jaw from dropping, "uh- yeah, coffee, now?" He asks, his words just barely stumbling from his lips.

"Sure, if that works for you," Stan says with a shrug, gathering his coat up into his arms, and then his laptop, sliding it smoothly into his over the shoulder bag.

Anxiety bubbles into Eddie's throat, but this definitely will be good, it has to be. Stanley Uris. His idol, someone he's looked up to for as far back as he can remember. And he wants to get coffee with him.

Eddie gathers his stuff up, taking off his skates as quickly as he can, pulling at the laces with his spindly fingers clumsily. He finally brushes his fingers through his hair and goes back out to Stan, "Ready if you are," he says with a grin, the nervousness masking it almost like a subtle grimace.

"I'm always ready, a lesson in life, be ready for anything," the man says with a tense shrug, seeming more like he's trying to convince himself.

Eddie's grimace disappears, his worry faltering only for a moment, because, despite what he always thought. Stanley Uris is a human being.

Stan looks down at him, "Well, let's go, I know a place near here, we can walk," he announces, seeming almost as nervous as Eddie? That can't be.

Stan leads the way out of the rink doors, the warmth of the outside hitting their skin. One foot in front of the other, they walk nearly in sync. They walk in silence, just the sound of feet hitting the pavement, Eddie notices how Stan's always meet the pavement with a satisfying smack, he finds comfort in it.

They reach the coffee shop, Stan automatically holding the door open for Eddie as the smell of coffee beans fill their noses. Stan sighs, "One of my favorite places," he tells Eddie, leading him to get in line.

Stan orders first, getting a black coffee that makes Eddie feel intimidated by his original idea of something sweeter. Despite that, he chooses what he wants, not wanting to sacrifice himself even if sometimes himself is embarrassing around boys he's interested in.

Stan smirks in his direction and Eddie can't help but blush, a strong gaze in his direction never fails to render him useless. "Nice order," Stan teases, going to grab his to-go cup, not putting any creamer or sugar in it, taking sips from it with a seemingly unphased expression, what a power move.

Eddie sips from his sweeter version, feeling almost weak in comparison to Stan, the competition threatening his own masculinity, caught between his crush and his pride.

"So, how do you feel about working with me long term?" Stan asks, taking a seat, looking over at Eddie to command him to sit across from him.

"I- think I'd like that," Eddie nods, trying not to look flustered as he sips at his coffee. "If you'd like we could go back to the rink after this? I have some skills I'm trying to refine-," Eddie starts to ramble, stopping when Stan kindly shushes him.

"That was the only work based question I plan to ask on this outing," Stan says outright, very blunt in how he communicates, that much has been made obvious to Eddie thus far.

"Oh," Eddie says, trying to hold back a sheepish giggle, what kinds of conversations does he want then? He asks himself, wracking his brain for things to say next.

"I checked your Twitter, and your Facebook," Stan admits, still keeping his persona of confidence, "You seem like a good person."

Eddie hears the tone in Stan's voice, reading that that isn't a thing he says often, obviously not one for giving compliments. "Thank you, and you as well Mr. Ur- Stanley," he corrects himself quickly, not wanting to offend him even just out of a habit.

Stan scoffs a bit, "Oh I'm far from a good person, or at least used to be," he claims, a hardass on everyone, but over anyone else, himself.

"No, sir- uh, Stanley, I think you're a good person," Eddie assures, reaching out for Stan's hand out of reflex and how he's used to comforting his friends.

Stan flinches at the contact before taking Eddie's hand back, "You'll learn soon enough," Stan tells him softly.

"Or I'll teach you soon enough," Eddie says with a cocked eyebrow, taking a drink from his cup, wincing when it nearly burns his tongue, earning a dry chuckle from Stan.

Skip forward a few days, Eddie and Stan are on a run for conditioning, laughing through their panting, and Eddie can't help but look at how Stan's arms look even more toned in the natural light, he tries to look away but he is unable to make himself, to his thankfulness, Stan doesn't notice.

"So, Eddie, you're pretty cool," Stan says softly, searching his brain for literally any other compliment or adjective but Eddie takes up too much of his thoughts to have any other.

Eddie smiles softly, looking down at his feet as his running shoes wack against the pavement. "You are too, Stanley," he says on his breaths out, hoping he can play off the blushing by the heat and fatigue.

On another occasion, Eddie is finally at his first competition after months of training with Stan, doing a classical routine to the song Take My Breath Away.

Stan watches in prideful astonishment, tuning out the anxiety inducing roar of the crowd while his vision tunnels in on Eddie, and he knows for a fact now that this crush is getting out of hand. He's been... Subtle? At least tried to be.

He's still unsure of Eddie liking him too, or if they could be considered in a relationship, they've known each other for nearly a year now, and have grown close. They've held hands, and even shared a bed. Eddie is the only person Stan can touch now without feeling gross.

Eddie slides off the ice, Stan rushing from his spot to meet him in the Kiss and Cry. He finds Eddie, his pride showing through nearly every bit of him as he takes Eddie by the shoulders and looking him in the eye before pulling him in for a tight hug.

Eddie hugs back, and for once in his life, he feels proud of himself. Something he'd never expected. He squeezes Stan once before pulling back, "Did I do good?" He asks breathlessly.

"You did amazing- took my breath away," Stan grins at his pun about the song he'd choreographed Eddie to.

Eddie returns the playful smirk, "I'm glad," he smiles, his deep brown eyes sparkling as they look into Stan's.

Now or never, Stan decides, "I think I love you, Eddie," he blurts out, immediately looking surprised even with himself. He looks to the floor, scuffing his heel on it in shame.

Eddie takes several moments to process this, but once he does he nudges Stan's gaze back to meet his, "I love you too," he says softly, taking one of Stan's hands in his.

Months later, the final competition is just around the corner and Stan makes a choice, spending hours in a store looking at rings, taking forever to find one that seems perfect enough.

The competition comes, Eddie doing better than Stan ever could have imagined, tears coming to his eyes at just how beautiful and graceful his boyfriend is.

They meet in the Kiss and Cry, Stan hugging him and complimenting him as usual, trying to soothe his own nerves about both Eddie's placement, and his plan.

Stan watches the screen anxiously from the Kiss and Cry, watching Eddie moreso than anything else, nearly bursting into happily relieved tears when Eddie gets placed first, just as I expected him to.

Eddie comes back with his gold medal, tears streaming down his face and his first instinct is to pull Stan into a deep kiss, gripping his hands around Stan's windbreaker to anchor him, coming back up to find Stan crying too.

Stan stands proudly beside his boyfriend as Eddie answers the questions from the paparazzi with ease, having improved so much in his time working and being with Stan.

Next comes the best part, the after party. Eddie loves these, purely for the calmness of them. A party he can tolerate, wine and slow music and talking to people who respect him. He's gained respect.

He hears a familiar opening tune fill his ears, swaying almost by reflex, looking around quickly for Stan, the first song Stan made a routine for me with, he remembers immediately, he could never forget. He sees Stan walking away from the dj with a smirk on his lips, I should have known.

Stan comes up to him, his hands going to Eddie's waist, holding him gently as Eddie reaches his hands up to Stan's shoulders, swaying with him and feeling like they're the only two people in the room, the only two people in the world even.

The song comes to an end much too soon, Eddie leaning up into a kiss to Stan's lips and Stan pulls away much too soon. It fills Eddie with worry until Stan is dropping to his knee in a room so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Stan pulls a small navy box out of his pocket, smiling sheepishly as he opens it to reveal a dainty golden ring, representative of Eddie's win, Stan had known he'd win.

Tears form in Eddie's eyes, and he's so focused on this being the happiest moment of his life this far to hear the applause and cheers in the background as he nods quickly at Stan, pulling him into a hug, kissing his cheek over and over. "Of course," he whispers in Stan's ear.

Then, like nobody expects, Eddie drops to his own knee, pulling out a small box of his own, "Guess we had the same idea," he says softly, tears streaming freely down his cheeks