#thanks for the ask hun bun!!!!! fun!!!

[paper-lilypie]

Oooo!! For CCRT y/n:

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

26. How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

heheehe oh how fun!

1.) “I’ve got this/I can handle this.”

11.) “What happened to Riley?”

26.) Politely accept the dismissal, maybe crack a halfhearted joke or two, then return home and shut themselves in their room to self destruct.

28.)

What they say they want: to be someone the kids can rely on

What they really want: to be wanted

[k-slla]

Pairing: Jensen x reader

A/N: just wrote it after terrible work day. Inspired by my own job (I'm a baker :)) And since Jensen and I have 20y age gap, reader's in story is similar. / FLUFF

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Enjoy! ♥️

"Hey, hun, I'm home!" I yelled tiredly when I entered our house. I took off my shoes and jacket and sat down in the hallway. I just want to sleep, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. Lately this has become my daily mantra. I heard Jensen coming out of the kitchen. "Hey, babe, I missed you!" He said as I reached out for him to help me up. I immediately went for a hug and Jensen happily complied. "You look gorgeous, dear." "Oh, stop, I look like shit!" I said as I laughed tiredly. I glanced at hallway mirror. Baggy sweatpants, oversized jumper, hair in a messy bun- totally just looked as I've given up about everything. "I'm pretty sure, I have some frosting somewhere in my hair. It was crazy today." Jensen kissed me softly and hugged."Want to hit the shower? I'd gladly join you." He whispered in my ear. "Shower sounds amazing." I sighed.

Jensen got the shower running and came to stand in front of me. "Want some help?" He asked as I removed my jumper. "You know, I am not that tired that I can't undress myself?" I smiled at him. " Besides, if you're planning to join, you better hurry up, you have way more layers right now than me." I added flirtily as I stood in front of him only in my underwear. " Yeah, I can see that." He smiled and quickly undressed himself.

Room was filled with hot relaxing steam already when we got into shower. I stretched my hands over my head and groaned. Jensen came behind me. "Are you tense?" His hands came up to my shoulders to massage. "Yeah, I am. God, I feel like I'm 75, not 25 years old." He laughed. "Just relax, I'll take care of you." His hand were like magic, kneading away all the tension from my neck and shoulders. "It feels so good." I moaned out. After some massaging, he turned me around to wet my hair. I reached for shampoo and he softly swatted my hand away. " No! I said I'll take care of you." He squeezed some shampoo on his hand and gently massaged it through my hair. I looked up at him and his gaze never left mine. I've never felt so loved and intimate before as I did in that moment. I finally rinsed my hair and pulled his shampoo from the shelf. "My turn! No buts!" I said warningly as he almost tried to protest. "Why are you still using this 3in1 shampoo-shaving cream-motor oil combo? " I asked sarcastically. " He slapped my butt lightly, making me squeal out of surprise. " Hey, I like the smell that particular shampoo." I rolled my eyes. "You're such a dude!"

After washing, he just held me in his arm and we stood under the hot stream of water. "Come on, let's get you some food and you can tell me about your day." He said after some time. I pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you. Thank you for this." I said quietly and looked him in the eyes. "I love you, too." He said and handed me a towel and my bathrobe.

"So, how was work today?" Jensen asked as we sat down at dinner table. " It was like a complete battle field out there. I had only six kids in today's baking class, but the mess was indescribable. Frosting and cake was everywhere. But, hey! Kids were having fun and that's why I do these classes. And then of course I had to clean it all up and prep for that huge wedding cake I told you about. " I talked between eating. "And I think I'm going to need your help moving it to venue. It's going to be a heavy one."

"Oh, sure thing." He said and smiled.

"Oh, I just remembered. My parents invited us to dinner tomorrow. They want to get to know you better. You don't have any plans after work, right?" I asked. We'd been together over a year but still he's seen my parents only twice in that time.

"Yeah, I'm free but might be little bit longer in office. What time were they planning?"

"Around seven I think. I'm thinking of baking a pie to take with us. Any preferences?" The way his face lit up just melted my heart. "Can you make Banana cream please?" Oh, those big, green puppy dog eyes. " How can I say no to you? You're too adorable."

"I'm not adorable! I am a manly man!" He said grumpily. His try to defend himself had totally opposite effect. "What you just said just makes you more adorable, so don't even try to deny that!" I answered and leaned over the table to quickly peck his lips. "I'm finished. Can you pick a movie to watch, while I'm dealing with dishes?" His brows furrowed. "Aren't you tired? You sure you want to do the clean up yourself?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, it's relaxing for me." He stood up and kissed my forehead. "If you say so, dear." He didn't sound very pleased but still left the kitchen.

I snuggled as close to him on the couch as I could. We were watching movie in silence. Well, mostly he was, while I nodded off every now and then.

"Y/N, you awake?" He asked quietly. "At the moment, yes."

"Can I ask you something?" "Of course, what's wrong?" I sat up next to him.

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" He looked at me and continued."Because when I think of my future, I can't imagine it without you. And I know we haven't really had the talks, you know, maybe we should?" Okay, now I was wide awake.

"I love you, Jensen. And I see myself right here, snuggling next to you. About kids and marriage? I would like to know first where you stand. I mean, you and Danneel were married for a long time, but you didn't have children. Was that mutual decision or..?" I asked slowly. He cut in.

"Yeah, that was mutual between us at that time. Both of us wanted to focus more on our career, you know? But now when I think of kids, especially with you? Honestly, I couldn't be happier about the thought. " He smiled softly.

There may be coming part 2, if the idea strikes:)

@cevansbaby-dove

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

you’re a laughing mess while watching your husband stumble over his words. he has never done any of your daughters hair. it’s been done between both you and your beloved stylist minsoo. a woman a little younger than you but is as sweet as sugar.

after you had your fun, reach for the scissors and examine you daughter’s hair a bit. “hmmm” you say, analyzing every cut and concluded that this is an accident you can fix yourself.

“watch and learn, hun” you say before snipping your daughters hair into layers. you don’t cut too much but since your child snipped her hair all over the place, you shortened it just a little to blend in with the spots she cut herself. by the time you’re finished, you show your daughter and she’s overjoyed to see her hair looking better than ever.

“I LOVE IT MOMMY!!” she says while gasping in the mirror. “can you put it in a bun for my dance rehearsal?” and you nod because you would do anything for your 10 year old.

you gently brush and comb your daughters hair into a pretty bun in the back and because it’s layered some of the pieces don’t stay in place which causes your daughter to fuss a bit. “see! that’s why i cut it in the first place!” she says while angrily trying to push the pieces down before whining. “how about we clip them down, eh?” you say before taking her marbled hair clips (yeah, made from REAL marbles too. a gift from an ally of jungkook’s) and clipping them in ae-cha’s hair.

“you like?”

“i love it!!! thank you thank you thank you!!”

jungkook can’t help but smile and silently watch the whole ordeal between the two of you. he can’t have asked for a better wife and mother-figure for his children. you’re so good with the kids and motherhood has made you even more beautiful than you already were. you’re twice as irresistible too.

“okay, i’m off to dance lessons. love you!” says ae-cha before giving both you and jungkook a tight hug and kiss and leaving with her nanny.

you sigh and you begin to feel sad. very sad.

“they’re gonna miss you when you leave, jungkook. especially the girls. you’re their whole world. i don’t know what they’re gonna do without you”

~🫧

Jungkook gives you a knowing look.

“I know sweetheart, and I wish I didn’t have to go, but for the sake of their future too I’ll have to go and won’t you miss me? Just my girls?” He pouts as he pulls you into a hug.

Jungkook nuzzles, his face into your neck and sniffs your scent

“ do you know how hard it is for me to stay away from you? Can you imagine my pain being away from you and the children..?” He whispers into your skin, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“ it’s not possible for me to function without you for too long yn.. I am not scared of the war. I’m just scared of being without you…” he confesses, you’re both alone in this room and you can hear his heartbeat too.

“ maybe I should give you something to keep of mine? What do you say?” He smiles into your neck. “ you should go and visit the physician to see if you are healed, enough to have your tubes untied..”

[toastedkiwi]

Impromptu Haircut

Summary: Bucky Mulan’s it with his hair. Modern/Gamer/Mechanic AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Model!Reader

“If I fucking get shot again, I’m gonna cut off my man bun. It just isn’t working it’s magic anymore,” Bucky said into his mic.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” Steve laughed.

“Like Y/n would let your ass do that. We all know that you let her braid your hair,” Sam said.

“We don’t name drop here!” Bucky exclaimed.

He’s very private with you. Streaming just gives him some extra money and a way to relax or at least have some fun after a long day at the garage. He doesn’t care much for his fans knowing who his fiancé is. He’s fine if they know he has one and won’t die alone. Bucky is very lucky that you’re supportive of his hobby/second source of income. You even got him the top quality items for his setup like his camera and mic— even a ring light but you use that more than he does. You just don’t want to be in front of the camera at home when you’re always in front a camera whether it’s photoshoots or paparazzi or red carpets or runways or just selfies.

“Oh my god, people are gonna think she’s fake if we keep talking about her in code,” Sam said.

“We both know she isn’t fake, Sam,” Steve said.

“She’s just—,” Matt, another friend, said.

“NOOOO!” Bucky screamed.

His character has just been shot and killed. A replay is being shown on his screen. He pulled out the nearest sharp object— a tactical knife. His buddies are laughing hysterically as they still play and Bucky started working on his hair. The chat is up in flames as he’s trying to cut his hair.

You walked into the apartment hearing the screaming. You should be used to it but it’s a little concerning as it’s coming from the man you’re going to get married to.

“Jamie?” You called out.

You opened the door to see that he’s got a tactical knife in one hand and a clump of his own hair in the other. Bucky turned his head and you’re still dressed up and glammed up from the appearance you had just returned from. You flipped on the light to get a clearer view. You can hear the soft laughter coming from his headset that is on the table. You aren’t in view of the camera.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Bucky said.

“Did you really just Mulan your hair?” You asked.

“No,” he lied.

“You sure? Like you aren’t going out and defeating the Huns and defending your family’s honor with a small dragon?” You asked.

He shook his head no and his cheeks are flushed in embarrassment.

“M’kay. I’ll get the clippers,” you said before closing the door.

Bucky turned his head and looked at the screen. His whole chat is freaking out and requesting to see your face which suggests that you are still somewhat anonymous to them.

“I’ll be back in about 20-30 minutes,” he said as Sam and Steve are teasing him.

He shut off his mic and turned off the camera. The boys are entertaining his fans. He’s about to go to you but you’re already back with a towel, his clippers that he often uses for his beard, and the guards.

“The camera is off,” Bucky said.

You come over and put the towel over his shoulders. You placed the guards and clippers on the table by his work space. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his. It made him smile and kiss you back.

“You’ll wanna use the biggest guard first,” Bucky said.

And then the hair cutting process happened. You’re the only person he’d allow to cut his hair other than the barber he’ll see for trims. You’ve actually shaved off his beard a few times for him when having it was something he needed to get rid of quickly especially when in a panicked state. This time it’s a buzz cut.

“There you go, Handsome,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said.

You kissed him and said, “you’re very welcome. I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done.”

“Alright, Dollface. I’ll finish up soon. I gotta kick some asses,” Bucky said.

“Kick ‘em for me,” you said.

“Will do,” he said.

You kissed him one last time before heading out of the room. Bucky grinned and placed his headset back on. He turned on the mic and camera.

“Sam, you’re fucking dead,” he said.

“Sure, Mulan,” Sam sassed.

[notasiren21]

26 for Lukanette WIPs please. :)

26. Party Crasher!Luka

I FUCKED UP AND JUST WROTE IT I GUESS???

Party Crasher

-Lukanette oneshot

“You mean to tell me Agreste ditched you? After all that pleading to let him take you to the party for your successful launch line for next season, he’s ditched you?”

“Kagami, don’t kill him.”

“Fine, remind me why I can’t though? This is such an ass move of his if he’s trying to prove he’s the one for you.”

“Because,” Marinette grits out, faking a toothy smile to a work couple that waves from passing, “I want to castrate and kill him myself.”

Kagami laughs roughly in surprise, “Why the castration?”

“So I can fit his small ass into the tightest pair of skinny jeans we have for our tall teenage girls.” The not so stoic girl sips on her wine, pleased with her friend’s rage. “I told him I haven’t been interested since we were 14, but him thinking I’ll forgive him if I even had a silver of interest in dating him? Fuck him.”

“Or,” Kagami drawls, long nails tapping the stem of her glass as she leans to peer over her friend’s shoulder, “You could fuck him instead?”

Mari gasps in offense, “I am NOT trying for a one night stand, no matter what you guys say.”

“No, you little mouse,” she admonishes, fully heartedly agreeing with the sentiment, “I just mean your big and handsome protective snake is here to save the day.”

Marinette’s mind took a second longer to click the pieces together, trying to make sense of Kagami’s nicknames for her friend group, before her heart thudded and she slowly turned.

There, passing by the models who had walked in Marinette’s designs and batted their false lashes at the rockstar, was Luka Couffaine.

Dressed to the nines in a very punk like and sophisticated way that revealed he very much wanted to impress her and did in fact listen to her fashion advice. Black skinny jeans only he could pull off, high top converse and a white button up with a black vest to overlay it. The cheeky and handsome bastard forgoing the tie to leave one too many buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos.

Oh, on the life of his cat Sass was she proud of him.

And maybe drooling just a little?

He approached her, a sly smile working its way to his lips as he eyed her up and down, eyes shining bright at her black low cocktail that she paired with navy blue heels.

So maybe she sometimes used Luka as a whole for inspiration.

He raised a hand, finger wrapping around a loose curled tendril out of an elegantly messy low bun, “I thought it was the models you were supposed to make the stars of the show.”

“Had I known you were gonna show up, I would’ve worn one of my bests here.”

His hand froze, “This isn’t your best? You tease,” he broke out in a grin. His hand moved further, thumbing at the collection of piercings in her ear he accompanied her with to get years ago. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Well, I’m suddenly glad I can only acknowledge this as awkward and not feel it.” Kagami noted into her class. Her phone buzzed, electing a sigh from her as she began turning. “Have fun, my mother decided to remind me why this wine was a good idea to have before she came.”

She watched her friend walk away, her other -her best friend and other half, remained taking her in and stroking the soft spot under her ear he once claimed with a mark-

The one time they admitted their crushes and strong attraction towards the other the night before he left for tour years ago.

It was the only time Luka had indulged himself in his wants and desires, the only time he had asked to and still provided her with an out. And now he still remains far off in her memories, even as he stands in front of her with that look on his face years later.

“How did you,” she swallows when his soft gaze flicks back up to her eyes with his full attention. “How did you get in? It’s a ticket only event.”

He shrugged, turning to offer her an arm and walk around. “I may or may not have seen Adrien’s post about his mom and dad going to a gala event and him going to see his cousin there. Seems like that took precedence I guess.”

Marinette huffed low, “Félix has been in town for three weeks. Adrien and I had lunch with him the other day.”

Luka stilled as a busboy stopped in front of them, offering them glasses of champagne. Luka’s nose twitched, then his lip as he turned away with a polite smile. Marinette shook her head in turn as well.

“You know you don’t have to pass just because of me, right?”

“Hey, we do this ‘young 20 some year olds unable to drink alcohol’ in solidarity together.” He cracked a smile at that, “Soda is my alcohol.”

“Alright, you can be an honorary member of the alcohol intolerance club.” Luka laughed when she hummed gleefully. “Dork.”

“Nerd.”

“So, back on topic, Adrien just really had no excuse then?”

“Ha, no, even his dad stopped by an hour ago to congratulate me and get press photos done to promote the line. All his son did for me was send a text with a sad face attached to his cancellation.”

“... I can kick his ass, you know?”

“I know, I’m just saving for a rainy day.” She laughed, stepping closer to his side and wrapping both arms around his. “So, the ticket, you party crasher.”

“Right, yeah, I may or may not have called your assistant earlier today to swipe it. I took a guess that she held onto it for safe keeping so-,”

“She’s new, I’m not surprised she just gave it up that easily.” She let Luka guide her into a dance. One hand with painted black holding hers to his chest, the other gently tugging to hold his shoulder before he held her waist.

“Oh, that, that explains a lot now.”

“What?”

He flinched, a nervous glint flashing across his features. “I may or may not have lied about who exactly I was since she didn’t know my name-,”

“Doesn’t listen to your music, already told her the sin she was committing.”

“And who I was to you, specifically-,”

Marinette tilted her head back in a laugh, Luka’s arm tightening to brace her weight, “You said you were my husband, didn’t you?”

He flushes at a memory of once getting a creep off her back a year ago by claiming that very title to her.

“Erm, no, I said I was your boyfriend and may have sold it by saying some pet name and swooning over you just a little,” he watched her eyes go wide then soft, a smile twitching to show. He stepped closer, almost pulling her flush to him, “But if that’s what you want, I can go out and get some marriage certificate?”

She flushed, lips parting and a rush of air passing them.

“Maybe call Jagged up and fly us to Vegas? I mean, we’re both looking good right now, you more so.” Her face went a shade or two deeper. She jumped in surprise when he let go of her hand to play with a tendril again on the right side, tilting her face to press a kiss to her left cheek. “God, you’re such a pretty little thing.”

She squeaked.

“What, what was the pet name?”

“Hm?” He lazily met her gaze, a dream like haze filter over them as he moved her body to sway with his. “Oh, that.”

“What was it?”

Baby, babygirl, beautiful, gorgeous- he may have said more than one.

He gave a slow and wicked grin, twirling her out and back into his chest in a swift and stunning movement as he nudged his nose to hers.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, smile spreading wider and radiant as she forgot to breathe for a second.

What. A fucking. Tease.

The need for him to make good on his words and looks hit through her hard and reminded her of their one night together that they both never forgotten. And how much she wished that was every night, as long as it ended up with them curled right around each other and love and happiness coaxing them to sleep instead of stress and loneliness.

He watched her steel her gaze, her jaw tightened. He swallowed when her height, now of five feet thanks to heels, straightened and forced him to pull up. A violent shiver rocked through him when both hands held along the back of his neck, one slipping under the collar of his shirt to scratch along the nape.

“Marinette-,” he choked.

“I’m only asking so I can show my reciprocation.” She leaned closer, kicking her shoes off into some corner and standing on his converse that every elder of theirs had eyed in question during the night. He supported her actions fully, of course. Still stepping them around in dance within a fluid motion. “Not gonna tell me, hun?”

He coughed, loudly and looked away from her to catch his breath. Watching adults cheat on spouses everywhere or everyone else minding their own business to stare at models or the shrimp on the tables.

He almost tripped when she wined in protest, her hand gripping his chin lightly and turning it to face her. His eyes were flickering between admiration, lust and love, growing three shades of deeper blue than was possible.

“C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“Baby?” He stammered out in surprise. Teenage Luka was having a fucking field day with this. “Marinette, I was only joking earlier and-,”

“Were you really though?”

“No,” his response was fast and instant, a wince playing at the corner of his eyes and his button nose scrunching in loss of control.

“Hey handsome,” he preened under the nickname passing her lips, even if close to millions called him the same thing, it paid more effect when it was Marinette calling him it. “Tell me why you came tonight.”

His neck was aching from staring down to meet her eyes now that the heels were gone but he let himself down lower to press his forehead to hers. “Because you deserve better than what he gives you.”

The girl stilled, expecting an awkward or a flirtatious remark. “What?”

The rockstar looked away sheepishly, a little ashamed. “I know you’re considering getting with him, but when I heard he was canceling on you I let my jealousy win out and I just wanted to be there for you.” He bit his lip when he felt her tugging his face back in her direction, choosing to resist the pressure. “You have to believe me when I say I came with no ulterior motives other than protecting you from going stag to your own party tonight.”

“You, you came to protect me?”

He shrugged, another small shiver racking through him when her hands moved along and glided across his neck. “And make sure you had a good night. I even asked your mom what you were wearing tonight just so I could make sure my outfit complimented yours to cheer you up.”

She was silent for a minute or so, and he waited, patiently as ever and guiding her to rest her head against his chest as he swayed them.

Luka, doing all the work. Luka, taking matters into his own hands when someone fails her. Luka, going the extra mile to make sure she has a happy memory.

Fuck giving second chances to other people. Luka is the only one to have shown her he’s the most earning of the concept and notion.

She pulls away, feeling the slight reluctance in his arms on her waist before they drop to his side, “Grab my heels.”

He raises a black brow but complies, turning to find them and hooking his fingers in the backs. He eyes them, used to seeing her shoes laying around the Liberty when she comes over or even at her own place, but he always has to remark that, “You have small feet.”

“You’ve also called them cute,” she huffs, tugging on his hand and pulling him near the entrance.

He follows, like they always do for one another. “Because they are- where are we going?” He stops them as they round an empty corridor, away from the hotel’s event room where the party is still very much happening. The heel of his palm grips tight to archway, pressing against it, the small shoes still dangling in his hold.

“Home, your place or mine. Actually, mine’s closer.”

He laughs brightly, “You can’t ditch your own party for another movie night, Mari.”

The petite girl turns to him, a fierce expression in his eyes that makes him swallow harshly. “No, but I can ditch to celebrate in getting what I really want. For finally getting what I want.”

“The Chinese takeout place is closed this time of ni-,”

“You.”

“What?” Luka wheezes, he blinks stupidly at her. Prettily and stupidly. He straightens, freehand tugging at his collar a little like he needs room to breathe. “Come again?”

“I’m going home. I’m taking you with me. And we’re gonna celebrate that I finally got off my ass and got what I wanted.”

He hums, nervously and a bounce starting in his hand, a shake in one hand, his dark brows furrow, “And you want?”

“You.”

“You- you want,” he sucks in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features as he clears his throat. “You want me?”

Her eyes soften, a smile showing as she steps closer to him and takes his face into her hands, pulling him down to be eye level with her as he braces his weight on the wall next to them with a hand.

“Yes,” he looks awestruck as she giggles. “I want you... can you let me keep you?”

He laughs nervously, “I’ll fucking sell myself to you if that’s what you really want, fuck.”

She’s smiling, leaning up on tiptoes to alleviate the strain in his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, muffling the undignified noise of surprise that escapes him. She lets him get used to her for a second, kissing him slowly and purposely as starts to eventually overcome the shock and kiss her back in reverence.

He pulls away suddenly, a guilted expression on his face.

“Wait, wait. What about Adrien?”

“What about him?”

Luka fidgets, a quick glimpse of insecurities and jealousy showing to her before he regains a semblance of control after having his walls knocked down. “He’s been trying to go out with you, win you affections.”

He only knows of the situation, but never presses her to talk about it. It’s natural for it to come up in conversation everyday when he asks her about work knowing the stress of being twenty-two in a high end fashion company could be a bit more than overwhelming. He wanted to be a safe place to her since the beginning.

“There’s nothing about him. I’ve shut him down an handful of times and now it’s just a matter of letting him indulge himself in what he thinks are romantic gestures when me saying no doesn’t cut it. There’s nothing going on between him and I, just his belief that my crush from years ago accounts for something today.”

Luka still looks wary and isn’t touching her, most likely his conscious trying to be the better person between him and Adrien by not going out with the girl his friend is pining after.

Even if said girl is Luka’s legitimate best friend and the very same girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid.

Marinette feels like it’s a dirty tactic as she gets closer to him, trying to gauge where it’s jealousy and where it’s insecurity in regards to Adrien.

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Luka’s head turns minutely at the attention, tilting less than a centimeter to catch her lips before he catches himself. He struggles when her next kiss falls to his lips and is soft and slow, how he always wants to kiss her.

“Remember our first kiss?” She whispers, wounding arms around his waist and pressing close to him.

He matches her volume, an adoring look winning for a split second, “Of course I remember.”

“Remember our first date?”

“At the ice cream parlor, you wore a pink skirt that kept twirling when you did.” She feels his resolve break a little, his own right to be selfish with her slipping out a little.

His arms slip around her, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember our goodbye at the airport?” His arms tightening around her speak more volumes than his strained, “Yes,” does.

She’s just a little closer to convincing him to stop being so sacrificial with his own wants or needs. She just has to push more.

“Remember waking up in one another’s arms that morning?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking of what he can say in response to that. Wondering how honest to be, “... every day, I think of that morning every day.”

She still hears the clipped apprehension in his voice. That tone she knows so well that’s gonna lead into him giving her advice to rethink this whole decision and talk to him when she’s absolutely sure. How she shouldn’t think on impulse and lunge at what she wants unless she knows she does wanna keep with it.

But, he has to know she always thinks back on moments with him and that she longs to have jumped on impulse if it meant being with him.

Every time he’s showed up with takeout at her place. When he smiles so freely at her. When he bandages her cuts and blisters from working all night long.

When he showed up tonight looking like he had been her dare to begin with. How her heart felt when he admitted to lying to her secretary. The way he looked carrying her high heels that were much too small for his hands but he didn’t care because she asked him to.

How he crashed her own party to make sure she’d have fun tonight.

She’s sure she wants this, him.

All those nicknames they could call each other. All the benefits of dating the other and having a date to everything the other needs to attend. Having her best friend be her boyfriend meaning there’s no holding back from anything.

She’ll cringe about it in the morning, but it’s gotta work to break his long instilled fear of being a bad friend or person. Of being unselfish.

“Do you still remember that night?”

She’s sure he’s stopped breaking by the way his entire body seems to shut down, but then it reboots and he’s shaking against her and can’t seem to breathe correctly, his eyes avoiding hers as he swallows again and looking like he’s willing to risk going into an allergic reaction for the sake of one drink.

“That- that’s not something you forget, Marinette.” His hands are twitching on her waist, grip tightening just a little and a vein is jumping in his arm to do something to prove he remembers alright.

One more push, “Do you still remember how I tasted that night?”

He seizes her waist, lunging to kiss her desperately like he did that night and when he left, a growl passing his lips onto hers. He’s cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, breathing her in and shaking against her as his resolves breaks completely and the selfish side comes out. The one that’s nowhere near as selfish as the average person, but enough to take in the matter of his own needs and wants. He pulls back, letting her watch his eyes darken, the pupils expanding until the blues are next to near mere ridges of color. He’s watching hers do the same before he nudges her nose and kisses her slowly, more loving and affectionate. His control slipping back into place and resulting in the Luka she so loves regaining the handles of his own mind.

He’s careful in the way he tugs her lip with his teeth, how he coaxes her to let him kiss her fully before pull back and panting against her lips.

“Yes, I remember,” his voice is rough and he has to glance away from her and straighten. She watches him take a few meditative breaths before he looks back at her.

“Does that really help?” She gestures to his chest and mouth, “the breathing?”

He laughs hollowly, “No, not really, but it bought me time to create some distance in this,” he glances around, “Not your apartment place.”

She laughs at the suddenly horrified look that crosses his face, the image of them making out and the threat of almost being caught in public instantly dawning on him. He glares playfully at her.

“You did that all on purpose.”

“Had to, you were just about to give me up for the sake of being a good friend to me and Adrien.” She pauses, a wicked idea forming to prove her point, “Unless, you want Adrien to know what that all is like?”

A dark look crosses Luka’s face; unrestrained bouts of suppressed jealousy, possessiveness and territoriality. “No,” he growls out, eyes squeezing shut and having to clear his throat. “I’d rather not let him know any of that personally.”

“Not even how I taste?”

“Marinette,” he warned, the growl resurfacing. She cooed, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his jaw as an apology. He whined, “It’s not funny when you do that.”

“No, but everything you feel is alright to feel. Don’t hold back for the sake of not being selfish. You can be selfish with me, you’re a reasonable guy and know boundaries.” She sighed, nuzzling further into his warm embrace. “I don’t like Adrien the way he wants me to, and lately, it’s hard to even be his friend. He needs to move on from me. Hell, I’m better friends with Félix now than him.”

“Just hope they don’t switch up on you again.”

She huffed in amusement. “God no, I’d kill them.”

“It’s adorable how how your less than five feet body resorts to violence and death threats.”

“Mm, except you, I’m quite fond of you.” She looks up at him, chin pressed to his chest and smiling when he looks at her softly and presses a kiss to her nose. “This, us, is not an impulse. Just a restrained want I’ve had for awhile.”

“Okay, I understand now.”

She grins cheekily at him, “Or need, if that makes you all possessive hot yet secretly adorable rockstar boyfriend mode again.”

“Boyfriend?” He smiled slowly, radiant as always and heart stopping. “If teenage me could hear you, he’d probably shut down from being overwhelmed.”

“Nineteen year old you certainly didn’t that night,” she mumbles, grinning at the loud bark of laughter that surprises the both of them when Luka throws his head back.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me what age I lost it at, totally rockstar of me, right?” The blush that’s coating his neck and ears is adorable, a shy smile quirking at her briefly.

“I think it’s sweet, cute even.”

“Yeah, because you’re the one I lost it to.” He deadpanned without conviction. “But, I guess I’ll take being sweet and cute.”

“It’s okay though, I mean, I did the cliché of losing my virginity to someone I was in love with.” Luka does in fact shut down in her embrace hearing that. Hands jittering against her and fingers tapping like he’s trying to speak through notes against her skin.

He takes another minute, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “If this is you confessing your love to me -and believe me, it’s killing me to stop you right now, I’d rather you do it in regards to another topic and not the fact that we were one another’s first time.” He avoids the dangerous smirk aimed his way, or the sharp angle of her cocked, black brow above breathtaking blues. “C’mon, let’s go dance some more and celebrate your success before we leave, maybe find your assistant to introduce me as your boyfriend to.”

She pours at him when he tugs on her hand in the direction of the party. “But-,”

He breathed out shakily, a waning patient look in his eyes and a false smirk aimed at her. “Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m very close to just following you home at this point, trust me. I don’t care how the night ends, just as long as it’s you and me tonight.”

She’s letting him make them dance again, feeling as the nerves leave his body as he gets them to fall in step with the tempo. He doesn’t care that he has to bend a little ways down to rest his cheek on her hair, not when she’s letting him pull her up against his chest when she typically only reaches the bottom of his rib cage.

They work well together, they fit perfectly together because they’re more than used to the instinctive adapting to one another.

Her hands cup his cheeks, kissing him carefully without reservation and the anxiety, “It was only an impulse at times because I love you and have for awhile.”

Luka deepens the kiss just a little, thankful she’s the type of girlfriend to let him indulge in her as he smiles, “I get it, I’ve had my share of impulsive thoughts for as long as I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I love you, Mari.”

“Enough to crash a party for me, apparently,” she whispered, a little moved by the thought that they were finally together. He thumbed her tears away.

“Enough to kill Adrien or Félix if you ask me to,” he replied in a loving tone, soothing her gasps for air when she broke apart in giggles against his chest in reaction.

He didn’t leave after that night. And he went to every party as her date too.

[il-ballo-della-vita-maneskin]

okokok but one with ethan dating a girl like jade from victorious that summer be awesome lol

oof, i had so much fun writing this!🖤 if you have any other ideas, send them in hun

the reader is not specified as woman, but they wear a ball gown and probably some other things that are considered feminine

warnings: it’s been a hot minute since i watched this show, so i apologize if i got something wrong. as for other warnings (there are so many, wow), expect reader being a psychiatric case, of course: mention of vampires, ghost summoning, scissors, probably a disturbing scenario (what comes after ↓) so please don’t read it if blood, dead bodies, creepy ballrooms and being a vampire trigger you. the writing style in the scenario reads like a badly written horror fanfiction, lol. and i think there is one swear word.

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- first of lemme say

- Jade is one my fav characters ever

- so, thank you for requesting

- though I needed to think a bit about this to try to make it different than this request

- but what I will do is just write the reader as very gothic and sarcastic

- so, let’s start

- Ethan is usually considered really cute and shy, but I bet he would ask you to do him makeup

- so, you would sit next to him, take his face in your fingers with (his) black nail polish and put him on the eyeliner in the fanciest, the most vampire style there is to exist

- then you would go out and probably make people run across the street, lol

- he would watch horror movies with you

- imagine it’s really late and you two are binging some scary movies

- then there is a jump scare

- so, of course, you take the opportunity to grab his leg or something

- he screams and pulls you closer, to protect you or for protection, there is no way to know (but knowing you were most certainly a vampire slayer or a vampire in your past life it’s probably the latter)

- and you start laughing at him

- with wide eyes and his heart still beating rapidly, he tells you he will never again watch a horror movie with you

- but he does

- gets you black roses (at least every other day)

- sometimes he gets really confused by your sarcasm and thinks you’re being serious and as much as it’s awfully annoying when coming from other people, it’s somehow adorable when it’s him

- his biggest goal would be to scare you

- he would be constantly creeping up at you, turning off the lights or screaming out of nowhere

- it’s safe to say he never managed, but he is getting a little better, you will give him that

- he is the only person who would listen for hours to you rambling about summoning ghosts and go with you to scissors shopping and despite being terrified, he would try to learn something about those and similar topics to impress you

- he would start preparing for Halloween far too early to make them as special as possible to you

- and every 31st October, after you had a incredible and horrific night, you would smile him your rare genuine smile, hug him and tell him you love him (remember what I have just said, cuz that teeth rotting bullshit is never coming out of my mouth again (though it does, but shh))

- this would maybe not be possible in this world and I’ll maybe make some of you concerned for my well being, but I’m including it and that’s final ↓

- you are wearing a ball gown, heavy and once white, but now covered in blood stains that changed color to the one of rust a long time ago

- night is still young, but the ballroom is empty, no guests in sight

- your heels make a clicking sound as you go down the massive stairway

- from the shadows of the room only illuminated by candles, steps a man wearing a white suit to match your gown, a stony expression on his face and hair in a simple low bun

- his lips scratch in a tight smile as he offers you his gloved hand

- you take it and allow him to pull you closer

- you step onto the ballroom and music starts (✨magically✨) playing

- he spins you and leads your bodies in perfect sync, your heels digging into the bodies spread around the room and a grin wide on your face as you dance your damned dance in the haunting moonlight, il ballo della vita

i hope this is not too weird and that y’all liked it. wish you wonderful morning, afternoon, evening or night💕

Love, Ri✨

P.S. i’ll try to post requested match ups tonight

P.S.S. this is slowly turning into an ethan stan account and i’m here for it

[cyborg-franky]

Congrats on the 2k hun! You have earned it every bit of it with your amazing talent!

This event looks amazing the doors are so damn colorful~ YOUR EVENTS ARE ALWAYS A BLAST and thank you for the opportunity

Nickname: Doni

door number: 46 please~

What will you be wearing:

Black or fun patterned collared dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to elbows, tucked in or loose. Skinny jeans and heeled boots.

Booze or sober: sober but depends on the person, one or two drinks is fine with me if I’m comfortable

Your ideal first date: Evening walk on a boardwalk or the beach, maybe some light shopping and definitely dinner

Three personality traits about you:

Easily pleased, foodie, and artsy

Three things you look for in a partner:

Loyal, not afraid to be themselves, supportive

Three dislikes:

Dirty/wasteful, hateful (With no valid reason), over controlling

Let’s see what happens ;u; <3

Thank you for your words ;-; and I always pride myself on my events! I hope this doesn't disappoint you <3 thank you for the love and support.

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You looked smart; your favourite shirt always suited you. You felt confident when you wore it, you did your hair before you rolled the sleeves up and took in your appearance once more before you nodded. You grabbed the bunch of flowers that had been sitting in the water until it was time to go out on the date.

You drove to her house, you were excited, you couldn’t wait to see the girl you’d be taking out tonight. You knocked on the door, stood upright and presented the flowers as the door opened...

- Kiku stood there, tall, and elegant, with her long hair styled nicely. A bun with lots of intricate loops and details.

- Her lips were painted red, beautiful makeup that highlighted her natural beauty, bright eyes shimmered when they saw the flower you had brought her.

- She wore heels and simply towered over you and honestly? You liked that. She wore a beautiful kimono style dress in yellow with various flower designs along the sleeves.

- “F-for me?”

- “Yes, oh you look beautiful.” You complimented as she took the flowers, blushing brightly as she accepted them.

- “Thank you, you look so good too.” She said with a smile and turned back into her house to put up the flowers.

- “Izou! Can you do this for me?” she asked. A very beautiful man appeared, and he gave you a look made of daggers when his sister wasn’t looking.

- Upset Kiku and you die was very much the message.

- “I’m Kiku and you must be Doni?” she asked as you nodded, opening the car door for her.

- You needed and wanted her to feel like the god damned beautiful princess she was.

- Parking your car, you saw her gasp and put her hands to her face “Oh I have always wanted to try here!” Kiku gushed as you once again opened the door for her, taking her hand.

- You were seated in a more private area; you’d booked so early so you could get a nice table for tonight.

- Kiku was looking all around her, seeing the nice little inside pond, watching the koi fish, the look of wonder on her lovely face.

- Ordering some wine for the table as well as some starters you said were good, she trusted you, nodding along with questions of her own about the dishes.

- She took a mouthful of tempura and made a happy sound.

- You asked who the scary but pretty man was, and she explained Izou was her brother, he was who had helped her with hair and makeup.

- Kiku was soft-spoken, funny too. She listened and learned about you, and she was happy to give just as much back about herself.

- The food was good, she knew you were into food and knew a lot, so she asked about each thing.

- The dinner was wonderful, it all tasted amazing, and she was the perfect company.

- Absolutely wonderful.

- You took her hand as you walked down the street, she pointed out a few things in the windows, you guys would go in and look around.

- Every second with her you felt lucky.

- You guys got back in your car, driving home in the dark, watching the lights of the city just whiz by like it was nothing.

- The stars in the sky above, music playing from your radio. You wondered if your taste in music was even something she’d like.

- She hummed along with you, liking a few of the songs.

- Talking and getting to know one another in the warmth of your car.

- “Tonight, was lovely.” She said when you helped her out of the car.

- “Yeah, I had a great time.” You smiled and felt yourself blush when she leaned down to kiss your cheek.

- You glanced up and saw Izou with his palms and face pressed against the window, watching you as Kiku flipped a loose strand of hair back.

- “So um, would you like to… maybe do this again?”

REBLOG look, either way, you DON’T go on a second date with her and Izou murders you or you DO go on a date and Izou still murder you. Which is it?

[susiequaz12]

Carrot Top 45- A Date Night

Here's the next chapter! This went a lot longer than I intended it to, but oh well. This is inspired by day 11 of Febuwhump. Prompt: Chronic Pain. Masterlist. Chapter 44.

CW: Not much, it's two boys going on a date. There's some chronic pain, and exhaustion, and descriptions of a panic attack and old injuries but that's about it.

- - -

The lights were dim.

Random pop hits from 10-15 years ago were blaring over the speakers. The air smelled of grease, and had sort of a musty quality to it.

Micah sat across the booth with his head in his hands, staring at Andrew as he glanced over the drink menu.

“You can order it, get whatever you want, it’s your birthday.”

“I know, I just-” Andrew sighed, rereading all the drinks for the fifteenth time.

“Well which one were you looking at?”

Andrew chuckled and pointed to the drink he was looking at.

“That one looks good, with the peach, and the cranberry-”

“Are you boys ready to order?”

Andrew looked up to see their waitress, poised with a pen and pad of paper. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, a messy apron tied around her waist. She was an older lady, with streaks of gray playing through her hair.

“Any drinks for yah?”

“Yes I-” Andrew coughed a little- and went back to look at the name of the drink. “I’ll have the- uh, the-”

“He wants the sex on the beach.” Micah answered.

“Me too honey.” She laughed, as Andrew awkwardly smiled. “I’ll need to see some id hun. And for you?” She turned towards Micah.

“I’ll just have a coke, and a glass of water. Thank you ma’am.”

Andrew fished through his wallet for his id, handing it to the waitress.

“Ah, 21 today, aren’t you? Well happy birthday hun. I’ll be back, you two don’t have too much fun.” She left with a wink and a smile.

Andrew looked back and let out a held-back sigh, followed by a laugh.

“I- I can’t believe you actually ordered that- I-”

“It’s what you wanted wasn’t it?”

“Yeah- I just wouldn’t have had the balls to actually order it.”

Micah laughed, fiddling with one of his piercings as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

“What do you want to eat?”

Andrew’s face dropped a tone as he realized he should’ve been looking at the menu.

“I’m not sure, I- I don’t know what I’d-”

“Get whatever you want, handsome. It’s your birthday.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, glancing up, his eyes perched above the menu.

“It’s been a while since I got to treat a cute guy to a nice dinner. It’s my pleasure, darling.”

- - -

“Oh goodness, I’m a little sleepy.” Andrew giggled, climbing into the passenger seat of Micah’s car.

“Well it’s probably the alcohol, hun.”

Andrew yawned, leaning back in the seat. “I doubt it, I didn’t finish all of the drink though. It’s probably cause I usually don’t eat a lot. My tummy is full.”

“That’s good!” Micah pulled the car out of the parking lot, heading towards the shopping area where the movie theater was. “Do you want to check out some shops? We’ve got a bit of time before the movie starts.”

“Sure- where do you wanna go?”

Micah let out a soft sigh. “It’s your birthday Andrew, we can go wherever you want.”

Andrew glanced out the window, taking in the sights of all the shops. He’d admit, he still wasn’t quite used to being out in public again. He mostly spent all his days cooped up in his room, with the occasional trip to the grocery store. Everything always took too much effort- and he got drained far too quickly to enjoy any of it.

But this date, for his birthday, was really just dinner and a movie, but it was him and Micah’s first big “date”. The times they’d hung out on the couch or made food together wouldn’t necessarily count. Andrew could find enough energy for dinner and a movie.

“Umm- there’s a cool little game store a few shops from the theater?” He suggested.

“Sounds fun! Let’s go.”

- - -

Andrew walked into the store- one hand wrapped around Micah’s arm. He was focused too much on his own breathing, trying to keep it steady despite the warning signs his body was giving him. And yet, he still manage to notice every little thing.

The smell of bodies crowded around tables- of soda- of fresh paint, the sound of laughter, and the tinkling of the bell on the door as they walked inside.

“People are staring-” He whispered.

Micah nodded. “Yeah, that happens. People in small towns aren’t used to seeing boys in eyeliner.” He gave Andrew a nudge and a wink, and the boy smiled.

“I dunno, I like your eyeliner. I could never pull it off.”

“Well, we’ll never know unless you try it.”

Andrew walked down the rows and shelves of different board games and card decks. Only someone like Micah would know that there’s a reason he was gripping the shelves, walking slowly- and taking his time, as if he was pausing to reach each box.

Micah caught up to him, reaching for his hand that was hanging by his side.

Andrew flinched, pulling away, and then turned back with a small sigh. He let his hand fall into Micah’s.

The shorter boy moved his thumb up and down the scar along the palm of his hand, noticing the stiffness in Andrew’s fingers.

“Are you alright handsome?”

“Mmhmm.” Andrew mumbled. He stumbled over his feet a little as they turned the corner. “I’m just a little achy.”

“D’you see anything you like?”

“Mmm- I kinda wanted to look at some of the dice sets they had. Just for fun.”

“Dice sets?” Micah asked, as Andrew led him up front to the display case they were kept in.

“Yeah, like for DnD, roleplaying and stuff?”

“You play dungeons and dragons?” Micah asked.

“Not really.” Andrew sighed. “I’ve read into the books and dm’ing, and I’ve tried to play, but it’s hard to find a group. Dice are just really pretty though.”

“I’ve always kinda been interested, I’m sure we could convince some people.”

“Really?” Andrew perked up, leaning against the counter. “I’ve got a story I’ve been working on that would make a great campaign.”

“Yeah!” Micah motioned towards the dice. “Do you see any you like?”

- - -

They were walking past the other stores, the set of dice that Andrew had picked out weighed heavily in his pocket. It was a metal set, a bright red, with cerulean blue edging and silver numbers. The dice sat nestled in foam slots, in a small little metal box. He rolled the D20 around in his fingers inside his pocket, trying to keep himself distracted as they walked.

He squeezed Micah’s hand in an attempt to shake away an onslaught of pain that flared up his spine, creeping up the back of his neck. He glanced away as he scrunched up his face, trying to shake away the pain that started to pound behind his eyes.

Already he could smell the butter from the popcorn- it lingered in the air even outside the theater. He sucked in a deep breath and smiled as Micah held the door open for him.

He was going to enjoy some popcorn, watch the movie, and be just fine, he told himself. He could sit through a movie. After all, he wouldn’t have to do anymore walking. And his back was screaming at him- his feet beginning to ache.

“Do you want popcorn?” Micah asked.

“Oh of course!” Andrew laughed, pulling himself away from his brain. “I’m a slut for movie theater popcorn.”

Micah chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “You know what I’m a slut for?”

Andrew cocked his head, wondering what on earth his answer could be.

“Those cookie dough bites.” He replied. “I’m gonna need two boxes."

- - -

Andrew’s palm had gone sweaty from the amount of time it had been holding Micah’s. His fingers were stiff and achy, but he didn’t care. He’d rather deal with the discomfort than let go of the boy’s hand.

They were about halfway through the movie, he guessed. Andrew hadn’t really been paying attention. He’d been nibbling on the popcorn, and had finished all the good stuff on the top- the pieces that were drenched in butter.

He didn’t realize he’d been staring at Micah- at the way his piercings glittered in the glow of the movie screen- the way the curves of his hair fell around his ears and his neck, and his eyelashes as they fluttered, he-

And then there was a loud noise.

Flashes of light.

It was too much.

Andrew squeezed Micah’s hand a little tighter as he shut his eyes.

Inhale, 10- exhale 9-

He went through the exercise, and finally opened his eyes once more. It was nearly impossible to drown out the sounds of pain coming from the screen.

Some superhero with super strength or something was being crushed under a building- they tried to hold it up- tried to call out for help.

And Andrew’s heart began to race.

His arms and legs were pulled away from him, chained down as he lay on the table.

He could hear the cracking of his own ribcage- the air literally rushing out of his body like a deflated balloon.

There was the suffocating grip around his body- like he was in the fist of a giant, or an angry python, burning into his chest, his throat gasping for air as his eyes grew wide.

And then there were hands on him- gripping around his neck, carding through his hair, fingers brushing up and down every inch of his body-

Unable to do anything- to move- to breathe- to resist- to do anything other than lie there like an empty shell full to the brim with pain.

There was a hand on his back.

It was sitting right above the scar from the brand and it seemed to grow warmer under the touch.

Andrew felt hands in his hair and pulled back in a panic- before realizing they were his own.

The world around him was dark, there were loud noises, a glowing light- he blinked back- a few tears fell onto his cheeks-

He was in the movie theater- he was still in the theater, on a- on a date with, with Micah.

Micah, who had a hand on his back, the other that now reached to brush Andrew’s hair away from his face.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

But Andrew could barely hear him- or register the words he was trying to say. He was trying to breathe but there was almost this buzzing in his head that made everything more difficult. He clenched his teeth together as waves of pain crashed through him.

There was- there was so much going on- people were- were shushing him? He was moving? The world flew fast around his feet as hands guided him. Lights were too bright and he closed his eyes- but then the world seemed to spin faster and faster and he thought he was falling- but there was a hand around his shoulders.

The air changed- everything felt different- the smells were gone- he was getting cold and he shivered. The buzzing in his brain subdued long enough for him to open his eyes and register that they were outside.

“M-Micah-” he groaned out.

“Shh- you’re alright, it’s alright.”

“M-sorry-” he mumbled.

And then his feet gave way beneath him- the world spinning, and he tumbled to the ground.

- - -

Micah had been enjoying the movie. Heck, it was a great excuse to hold the boy’s hand. They were at a pivotal point- the hero, trapped under a mountain of rubble- trying to figure out how to escape.

And then he looked over and Andrew was hunched over- shaking, hands carding through his hair in fists and breaths coming through heavy. He seemed disoriented as Micah trying to help him- soft whimpers and cries coming through- and he wasn’t responding.

They got a few strange looks and a few shushed lips- so Micah dropped their popcorn and grabbed Andrew’s hands.

Thankfully he followed- stumbling down the row and out into the parking lot.

Micah had been enjoying the movie- but once it was released he could watch it a thousand times over and over again.

These moments with Andrew were far more precious than that.

He had an arm wrapped around the taller boy’s waist as they made their way back to the car. They had parked in front of the game store, and decided to walk the length to the theater- but now he was heavily regretting that decision.

“You’re alright, Andrew, it’s okay.” He kept repeating.

Andrew mumbled out an apology and Micah swore as the boy collapsed in his arms, crashing to the cold concrete sidewalk.

Instantly Micah’s knees hit the ground and he lifted Andrew’s head, cradling it in his lap.

His eyelashes fluttered before they opened- staring up at the sky.

“Andrew- hey handsome- Andrew, are you with me?”

The boy’s eyes darted about blankly- before resting on Micah’s face. Some sort of recollection seemed to come over him and he let out a sigh.

“I- I thought you were the handsome one.” He mumbled.

Micah laughed in relief and frustration.

“You’re all right.” Micah glanced across the parking lot- there car was still a ways away. “Think you can make it to the car?”

Andrew shuffled his legs underneath him, immediately wincing in pain and trying to stifle a groan.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“I’m sorry, I- I ruined the date night.”

Micah moved gentle fingers through the boys hair and he watched as Andrew seemed to relax. “Oh not at all. I got to buy you dinner, hold your hand, and now I’m playing the night in shining armor, holding you like this.” He chuckled as Andrew brought up a hand to grasp in his.

“Everything- it- it hurts.” Andrew stated. Almost casually as if he was reciting his favorite color.

“I’m sorry.” He gave his hand a squeeze and brought the taller boy to sitting, kneeling in front of him. “We’ve got to find a way to get you to the car. Do you mind waiting here while I bring it around?”

Andrew clasped Micah’s hand- pulling him back down as he tried to stand. He was too tired to explain- explain why he didn’t want to be left alone in the middle of the alley late at night- he remembered too vividly what happened the last time.

“Stay- please?”

Micah nodded, moving to sit back down in front him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

“Of course- we’ll figure it out, just take your time.”

“I’m so tired-” he mumbled. “Everything hurts. It always hurts.”

“I know honey, you’ll be alright.”

After the air had gotten much colder Andrew began to shiver. He sniffled a little bit and huddled closer to the other boy.

“Are you ready to try and walk again? We just have to make it to the car.”

Andrew nodded, getting himself ready to stand up.

Micah rose, holding his hands out to Andrew.

“Go slow- take your time.”

Andrew held back a groan of exhaustion as he rose to his feet, and soon black spots entered his vision as he tried to steady himself. The world seemed to be spinning around him even as he shut his eyes tight. After a few moments and deep breaths he took a few shaky steps- holding on to Micah the entire way.

- - -

“Where are we- where are we going?” Andrew asked.

Micah had taken a wrong turn as they were driving, going the opposite way towards home.

“I’m taking you to the hospital. You passed out hun, I gotta make sure you’re okay.”

Andrew’s heart began to race. “No!” He cried. Micah glanced over and he took a few breaths to calm himself down. “No hospital, please- I’m fine, I-”

“You collapsed. You may be fine now but we should see if something more serious is going on.”

“Not the hospital though- please. I- I’ll go to my, my doctor. Doctor Tusik. I can go to him.”

“Dr.- Dr. Tusik?” Andrew nodded. “Alright, put in his address.”

- - -

By the time they reached the old doctor’s house the sky was completely dark, and there was a harsh wind howling through the air.

“I'm regretting not bringing a jacket.” Andrew mumbled as he stumbled out of the car, wrapping his flannel tighter around himself.

Micah helped him up the walkway of the old house and the stepped up to the door, ringing the bell.

“You know, when you said we could go to your doctor- I thought you meant he had an office or something- not just his house. Are you sure it’s alright to come?”

“This is his office.” Andrew mumbled. He began to say something else but the door was opened, and a short, stout elderly woman answered the door.

She had a scarf tied underneath her face and was wearing a large sweater that she pulled tighter around herself as the wind bit at the door. A look of confusion came over her face as she saw Micah, and then noticed the taller boy, leaning heavily behind him at the entryway wall.

“Ah Andrew- come in, come in. Very cold- come in.”

As they stepped inside the house the woman yelled for the Doctor.

Tusik came through a door at the top of a set of stairs, walking through the kitchen and into the living room where he gave his wife a kiss on the head.

Micah had led Andrew to the couch where he gratefully collapsed, leaning his head back with a sigh. He walked over to the old man- holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you doctor, I’m Micah, I’m Andrew’s- I’m his friend. He uh, he sort of collapsed earlier so I wanted to make sure he was alright, and he suggested I bring him to you.”

“Well, nice to meet you lad. I’m glad he has friends that will look after him.” The doctor came and knelt next to where Andrew was lying on the couch. He held out a hand to the boy. “Good to see you mal’chik. What’s going on?”

“I’m just- I’m just tired, I hurt, all over.”

Tusik nodded, pushing up his glasses and placing his hands on his knees. “I see. I’ll help you out.” He leaned closer, whispering near the boy. “This- friend, of yours, what does he know?”

Andrew glanced briefly at Micah, who was introducing himself to Mrs. Tusik. He shook his head.

“Nothing. I- I haven’t told him anything.”

The old man nodded, raising an eyebrow.

“Is he-”

“He’s not one of us. I don’t think.”

As far as Andrew could tell, Micah was normal. No abilities, nothing. What Andrew would give to be able to go back to when he didn’t know what he was either.

The doctor nodded, standing up with a creak in his bones.

“I’ll run some tests. I need to have a small chat with your friend if that’s all right. Don’t worry Andrew, you’ll be just fine.”

Dr. Tusik led Micah away with a hand on his shoulder, pausing to talk with someone down the hallway before he disappeared further into the house.

“Mrs. Tusik, could you grab my med kit from the office downstairs, and some blankets for Andrew? Thank you so much, you’re a dear.”

The older woman disappeared down the stairs as another figure appeared from the hallway.

Standing there, in a doctor’s coat, with a devilish grin on his face, was Dr. Howe.

Andrew’s heart began to race and he curled in on himself, shying away as the man sauntered to the couch.

The man looked like the young doctor- kind, naive, eager to assist, but all his mannerisms, the way he walked- the glint in his eye and the way he scanned up and down Andrew’s shaking body- that belonged to someone else.

“Where have you been?” Andrew stuttered. “You disappeared for weeks, I- I thought you were gone for good.”

“Aww, you’re disappointed, aren’t you? I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Andrew tried to hide the shake in his voice and his hands as the man stood over the couch.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had some personal business to attend to, but I work for the old man, remember? Or, well, this doctor does. I’m just keeping up appearances.”

Andrew shook his head, glancing around for someone else- anyone that was in the house. “But you’re- you’re not a doctor.”

Splice threw back his head and laughed. Despite being in a different body right now, the laugh was exactly the same as Andrew remembered it.

“Oh I’m not stupid.” He crouched down, grabbing the boy underneath the chin, forcing him to look up. For a moment the eyes flashed to the same one of Andrew’s tormentor and his heart leapt into his throat.

“Give me some more credit, Andy.”

Splice stepped back as the old woman came back up the stairs, carrying the things he had asked for. Instantly his body shifted, the confidence of the older man gone as he was back to playing pretend.

“Thank you miss, you’re very helpful.”

The woman mumbled something in Russian before storming off down the hallway.

The shift back into himself changed as instantly as the woman left the room. He knelt down in front of Andrew as the boy pulled his knees closer to his chest.

“Now, Carrot Top, I believe I have some tests to run?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Pool Side

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO / MY LEFT HAND MAN COUPLE: SAMUEL X READER RATING: SMUTTY

I sat on the bus watching the world go by,  I saw my spot coming up so I got my back throwing it over my shoulder. Once the bus stopped I got off quickly heading down the street a little until I saw her. stood by the gate in her little black boots, her white thigh high socks, her little black sundress her hair up in a bun.

"Hi Honey!" I smiled as I got close enough

"SAMMY!" She giggled "there you are! I've been waiting for you"

"Sorry hun the bus was slow. shall we go?"

"Yeah come on" she giggled grabbing my hand and tugging me in with her, I followed her in and we found ourselves some cosy chairs poolside I got my shirt off sitting down, and watched as y/n slipped off her sundress and revealed her little black bikini

"Hi..." I smiled unable to look away from the cute little black fabric

"HI sammy, something up?" she asks as she peeled off her socks

"You.... look very nice."

"do I now?"

"yep" I nodded

"Thank you sammy" she smiled kissing my head "You coming?" she asks putting her stuff to the side

"Yes! I snapped rather excited to swim but also so I could stop staring at her boobs

"Okay come on" she smiled taking my hand I happily held her hand and we went into the water quickly and started having fun, at one point she jumped into the pool and splashed me

"Hey y/n!" I complained before I noticed.... the black top of her bikini was gone I could see her boobs completely exposed, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ y/n your...........your uhhhhhhhhhhh your ummmmmmmmmm your uhhhh"

"what?" she asks

"Uhhhh your ummm your um" I said unable to stop looking at her pointing down trying to hint as I was unable to get the words out. she glanced down and noticed grabbing her boobs to cover them up

"ahhh sam!" she yelled

"I'm sorry I don't know what happened it must have come off when you jumped"

"Then go look for it!" she yelled

"yes! yes I must uhhhh I will look for it" I said but I couldn't stop looking

"sammy!"

"Right yes!" I nodded looking around to see if I could find it anywhere "how can a bikini top just disapear?"

"ohh let me look!" she complained

"But your-"

"You have to cover me up okay sammy"

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh.... if your sure" I nodded not wanting to argue it began as me just covering her chest with my arms but given her searching it ended up with me grabbing her boobs often squeezing whenever I got the chance,

"Sammy!"

"what?"

"I asked you to sheild not to grope"

"I cannoty stop myself I'm sorry"

"Got it" she smiled grabbing her top and tieing it back on

"do you have to?"

"I do sam. sorry" she giggled "You can have a fondle and a kiss later okay?"

"fine. but... I also have to becareful.... as my shorts are now much much tighter then they wherer when we got into the water"

"are they?"

"I touched and saw your boobs. Honestly I'm suprised this pool isn't now white"

"shall we head home?" she asks

"yes please" I nodded grabbing her hand and dragging her along out the pool

[lag1995-fics]

Hii. Can I request a fanfic for the song and Evan character thing? Could it be That's all by Genesis and Kai Anderson please?

I hope you like smut cause this one came out spicy 🌶. Apologies in advance I suck at writing Kai.

That’s All

Pairing:Kai x female reader

Warnings:Kai Anderson being Kai Anderson. Stalking, murder, derogatory language towards women, unhealthy relationship, language, smut

Words: 2190

Summary: Kai and reader share an unhealthy relationship but hey they love each other

Song Fic Masterlist

You were a self professed nasty woman, you had voted proudly for Hillary. She had clearly been the lesser of two evils. Plus it was about god damned time a woman broke that glass ceiling. You were pretty much everything Kai Anderson hated about women in general.

Kai should hate you, he should want to torment you but you intrigued him. It had started simply enough, hun being the entitled creep that he is had watched you do yoga in your backyard. You didn’t know of course, not then at least, that you had gained a stalker.

It hadn’t taken Kai long to realize that he wanted you to be his. He wanted to possess every part of you, he wanted you to be his and only his. He had a very unhealthy obsession with you.

That wasn’t all though he had also caught your eye. You had been out getting your mail one day dressed in nothing but a large t-shirt and shorts so short they couldn’t be seen beneath the hem of the shirt. You had seen him staring you down his blue hair thrown messily up into a bun on top of his head.

You were struck by his Beauty, he truly was a beautiful man. With brown eyes so dark they looked like two pieces of coal staring into your soul. You waved, flashing him a bright grin. He flashed you a grin of his own and as much as it made your panties dampen it also had an unhinged quality.

When you had got inside an uncharacteristically girlish giggle escaped your lips. Your roommate looked at you like you had grown three heads. You could feel your cheeks fill with fire. You were supposed to be a strong woman that didn’t need a man to complete her. Your neighbor was something else though.

“Who is this person giggling like a schoolgirl, that replaced my good friend y/n.” She cackled and you could feel the fire in your cheeks spread to your chest and ears.

“Our neighbor is kind of cute,” you replied waspishly.

“No really where is my roommate, the man hating feminist activist?” She joked.

“I don’t hate all men. I just think that men in general are problematic at best,” you defended huffily.

“He’s probably a raging trumpy,” she teased, lightheartedly.

“Oh is not he had long blue hair that was in a bun” you defended despite not knowing anything about this man. You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend him like you were.

“Oh you got it bad!” she collapsed into a fit of laughter when you threw a throw pillow at her.

***

It was another two weeks before you saw your mysterious neighbor again. He was talking to a shorter girl who was wearing a t-shirt that had “pussy power” emblazoned on her chest. This gave you the burst of confidence you needed as you strode over to them before you could talk yourself out of it.

“I love your shirt” you addressed the girl and she flashed you a grin.

“Thanks,” She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head and flashed him a smile as well. You couldn’t help but admit to being a bit disappointed when he rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him. I’m Winter and this is my brother Kai” she introduced herself holding out a hand for you to shake which you did.

Kai the name rolled around in your head. You couldn’t help but entertain some mild fantasy of screaming out his name as he fucked you into a mattress. You shook the dirty fantasy from your mind.

“Nice to meet you I’m y/n,” you held out a hand to the blue haired man letting yourself take him in up close.

He had messy stubble along his chin and his blue hair hung around his face. His eyes were even more haunting up close and you felt like you could get lost in them. He took your hand wrapping his larger one around it, he had a firm grip. You couldn’t help but physically gulp from the skin to skin contact.

“We’ve met before, you live across the street. You like the power puff girls right?” He teased and you suddenly remembered what shirt you had been wearing.

“The power puff girls are fucking rad Kai” Winter defended and you smiled at her. Something in the way he looked at you made you want to submit to him. It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes again.

***

You and winter only grew closer and she quickly became part of your friend group. You tried to forget about Kai after finding out his political affiliations. He was everything you fought against. He was proud of being a chauvinistic pig.

You had decided to move on after a heated debate on men’s rights. You had tried to point out that all feminists wanted was equality. Men in this country as it stood right now had more rights than women did. It was a travesty.

He wouldn’t listen to you at all and went out of his way to call you a Misandrist. You had boiled over at that loudly proclaiming that you had really liked him up until the point he started spewing this nonsense. He was a pig and didn’t deserve the time of day you had already given him.

You would think that the polar opposite political opinions would cut the sexual tension like a hot king through butter; it didn’t though. If anything you were even more attracted to the man and Kai who normally had minimal patience for mouthy women was even more interested in making you his. He didn’t want to break you the fighting was too much fun but he definitely wanted to bend you to his will enough that you would never leave him.

You on the other hand had forced yourself to start dating other people. None of them compared to the man who fucked you everynight in your dreams. Kai Anderson was a force to be reckoned with.

***

Kai was sitting in the basement when Winter trudged down with her arms full of pizza. His eyes snapped to his sister and he couldn’t help but ask about y/n.

“Is y/n coming for dinner?” He asked, eyeing the pizza. Winter couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother who had developed an unhealthy obsession with her newest friend.

“No she’s got a date tonight some dude called Brad” Winter shrugged nonchalantly, knowing it would rile up her brother.

“What the fuck, she can’t go on a date with another dude” Kai spat possessively.

“Well tell her that because she definitely went on a date tonight” Winter laughed leaving her brother to stew in his resentment before he could snap at her.

“BULLSHIT!” He roared, flipping the coffee table in his anger.

He angrily grabbed his laptop logging into Facebook, whoever this Brad fucker was; was a deadman. He found your profile going to your profile ignoring the hideous cat eared beanie covering your beautiful hair in your profile picture. There were only three Brads on your friends list, one of them was well into his fifties and married, the other shared your last name and was probably a cousin. That left only one option, the man who appeared in the photo was everything Kai wasn’t. He was clean cut and wore a goofy ass bow tie.

He made a call ordering a hit on him but only if he was alone. He couldn’t risk you possibly getting hurt in the crossfire.

***

It was only two days after your disastrous tinder date that you found out Brad had been murdered. You were sad for his family. The date hadn’t been great but he had been nice in a dweeby, Silicon Valley sort of way. It seemed Kai had ruined you for all other men. You couldn’t help but compare them to him.

Winter had called you telling you how sorry she was. Winter was sorry she hadn’t thought Kai would murder someone just for dating you. She had only meant to piss him off; she didn’t want to be responsible for this man’s death.

***

You were at the Anderson’s again eating Chinese this time. It had almost become a every other day ritual. She would go hang out with Winter and argue with her brother.

“Women should be put back in their place,” he had started in before you cut him off glaring at him.

“Oh and what place would that be because I think it should be in a place of power. You know like the office of the presidency,” you snarled.

“Oh my god would you guys just fuck already and get it over with?” Winter who was fed up rolled her eyes walking up the stairs leaving you alone with Kai. Your eyes flashed to Kai’s and you could clearly read the hunger in them.

“She’s got a point,” he said lowly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. You didn’t even realize you had unconsciously been walking toward him until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you into him making you squeak.

“Fuck” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“A pretty girl like you should use such whorish language, I might have to wash that dirty slut mouth out with soap,” he groaned pushing his need against your pelvis.

“Oh god,” you whined grasping at his strong shoulders for stability.

“Say my name whore,” he snapped, his hand reaching under your comfortable sweat shirt and undoing your bra.

“Kai,” you breathed before pressing your lips into his own. He quickly took control of the kiss fighting your tongue and biting down sharply when he won.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this to you since you started teasing me with your slutty little yoga moves” he ground himself into you.

You couldn’t find the right words so you just moaned as he started stripping both of you of your clothes. When he slipped your yoga pants from you body and saw that you were wearing any underwear underneath he got a maniacal look in his eyes.

“Fuck you are a little whore,” he slipped his fingers into the folds of your sopping cunt.

“You like that slut?” He punctuated each word with the curl of his fingers against that sweet spot. When you didn’t answer he proceeded to add two more fingers and you could feel the burning stretch.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded fucking your pussy with his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I love it,” you managed to choke out, “please Kai I need you”

“Fuck,” he his pulling his finishers from you wet pussy lips and shoved them into your mouth to suck on them, slowly thrusting them into your pretty little mouth.

“That’s what a woman’s mouth should be used for, not mouthing off,” he chuckled darkly.

You gasped as you felt the blunt head of his cock against your pussy. Without warning he slammed into you to the hilt sending your already sensitive body off the edge and into a wave of pleasure.

“That’s right cum on my cock bitch,” he gasped as he pounded into you hard and fast. You could feel the build of another orgasm cresting. Your walls began to flutter around him causing him to lose some control as his thrusting became erratic. The two of you sailed off the precipice together.

With more care then you would have expected he pulled out of you kissing your forehead. He grabbed his soft t-shirt using it to wipe you as you lay cuddled to his chest. Your mind was whirling at the fact that you had just let Kai fucking Anderson fuck the shit out of you while he called you every name in the book. It would be easier to find someone that held the same viewpoints as you. They just never seemed to strike your heart strings the way Kai did. You could be wearing a white shirt and prove to him it was white and he would still say it was black. You were yin and yang, and you knew now you wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Y/n, I love you” he said and if you hadn’t been listening you wouldn’t have heard it. Your eyes widened, Kai didn’t love anyone, not even Winter. He also wasn’t a liar and if he said that he loved you , it was true no matter how unhealthy their relationship was.

“I love you too. It had slipped out before you could think about the consequences of this. What the two of you had was pure and primal.

“You do know that I will never stop arguing with you though?” You added. You still believed wholeheartedly that women deserved the same advantages as men.

“I’d be disappointed if you did” he confessed and you leaned up to kiss him melting once again into his touch.

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Send me a song and an Evan Peters Character and I’ll write you a fic.

[dnarez]

Chapter 7 - Autumn Coat

It's been a few months since you started to work as a caretaker, nothing grand happened, but the times you left for your break once every 14 days, you always come back to a crying Keigo, and a missing mother.

The last time he wrecked the house, there was glass on the floor, footprints on the ceiling, walls painted with... wine? jelly? blood? You don't know, but it was hell to clean, which of course you made lil birb help too.

By questioning him after cleaning everything and then cleaning him, you discovered that his "mother" gave him coffee, and A LOT of it, and went her merry way to meet with someone.

---

To say that you were pissed was a mistake, you were furious, but the commission didn't let you reprehend her, so you had to teach him to not eat and drink something that his mother gave to him, without knowing what it was, and that if he drank coffee he would stop growing, which made him cry, but you promised a day outside with him, where they would eat out, maybe go to a mall, and he could have anything that he wanted.

It was his first time going out to have fun, instead of just going to the gym, or the doctor appointment, so with the 'okay card' from your boss you took him for a stroll, which is why there is a very excited Keigo jumping on your bed at 6am.

"COME. OOOOON!!! WE STILL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY AHEAD OF US!" he shouted while jumping up and down on your bed, his wings flapping behind him.

"Hun, what time it is?" you yawned and sat on the bed.

"It's 6AM! On a Monday!!!"

"I wish you would be this easy to wake up every day, it would make my mornings easier" you huff and got up. "Go wash your face, I will get changed and come to help you change yourself."

"I don't need help! I'm a big boy! I can change myself!" he pouted and crossed his arms.

You smiled at him, seeing how much he opened up to you in comparison to the first day, when he would tremble form how scared he was, and how he talked so little. "I know you can, but you need to put warmer clothes than normal, and it would be better if you didn't pick that awful t-shirt again"

"The one that his written 'Daddy's little boy' with the Endevour's face?" he tilted his head a little.

"Exactly, that one! Now go, we will eat breakfast outside today."

"Woo-hoo!" he raised both hands and was about to jump down to the floor when you held him back and fills his face with kisses "Let me go mommy!" he giggles a lot, and you keep doing it until you decide to release him.

"THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!" You shout and jumps up "If you aren't on your bedroom in 15 seconds the world is going to END!" You say dramatically and open's the door to the laundry room "1... 2... 3... aaaaaand... he's gone" as soon as you opened the door and started the countdown he flew off your small home to his room.

After fixing your bed and washing your face, you went to get changed and choose something comfy, some black jeans, a long sleeved red shirt, a black purse and your favorite beige coat that had white fur on it.

You went to his room to get him ready when you were surprised by the scene, him, Keigo, your baby birb, the cute little shit that was getting more confident with each training, that had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

On the floor, curled up in a ball, with a few drops of blood on the ground of the floor, and his mother with her hand in the air, like she was about to hit him...

The world was turning slowly, almost stopping, after three movements of your finger, the one that the nail was always painted black, the dame that had cut the wall.

As the world was moving slowly, you were moving like normal.

5... you calmly walked to Keigo

4... you took him on your arms

3... you put him on the bed

2... you took the pillow case from the pillow

1... you tied both of the hands of Keigo's mother.

The world was back to normal, and Keigo blinked looking at what was now his mother on the ground and you on top of her mobilizing her, while he was no longer on the floor, but on his new fluffy bed that you picked for him "so quick..." he mumbles and look at you with admiration.

You took your phone from your purse, and sat on top of her back "Hello? You saw from the cameras, didn't you? Yeah... I think she needs a few days of vacation... about a week? Okay I let her on the couch then? Thank you, good bye" you turn off the cellphone and look at Keigo who was mouth agape looking at you with shiny eyes. "Let's go?" You smile and pick him up.

"YOU WERE SO AWESOME!!! And didn't you told me to change my clothes?" He hugged your neck

"We can just buy it on the mall but... outside is really cold..." you put him back on the bed and took off your coat "here, I'll lend you my favorite coat, please take good care of it"

He sniffs the coat and is meet by the soft smell of lavender and sweetened coffee.

He looks at you with shiny eyes, "okay!"

You pick him up again and hold his mother's ankle while you drag her to the living room. "Tomorrow is your trainer's day off, so today you can sleep later"

"Woo-hoo!!"

You chuckle and let the woman on the couch, then you go out with him.

"Let's have breakfast and then go out and about"

You carried him to the car, and there you put him on the backseat and when you were going to buckle him up he stopped you.

"Let me do it! I'm a big boy" you nod and watch as he struggles, but after some time does it.

"Good job" you kiss his forehead and goes to the front seat.

As you drive around you put some kids pop, which he sang along to the Disney songs from the movies you showed him.

As you stop at a café that you liked, "Let's go?" He unbuckles himself, and you open the door to him, picking him up again

"I can walk!"

"Not with that bare feet of yours" you tickle his feet which makes him squirm and giggle.

Walking in you take a sit and sat Keigo beside you. "You can get anything, ask away" you took the menu and give it to him "since you learn how to read better I'm sure you can pick what you want"

"Okay!..." he spends 20 minutes  choosing his food, which ended up being a chicken breast sandwich and a soda, you immediately told him no soda in the morning.

"How about some juice?" You offer

"What are you going to drink?" Keigo tilts his head to the side.

"I want to go out and by sweetened coffee from the vending machine, it's my favorite, and no you can't have some"

He giggles and nods "I want strawberry juice!"

"I'm gonna go order it to the cashier, two chicken sandwiches and a strawberry juice"

"Can I pick a dessert?"

"After you eat everything, sure, here play a game on my phone while you wait, I'll be right back" you give him your phone unlocked and go to the cashier.

Keigo is playing on your cellphone when someone approaches him, his little trained feathers don't recognize this person's vibrations, so he looks up and sees a dude with a scary look and long black hair.

They both just stare at each other "sup" Keigo say and discreetly send a feather to you and taps your feet.

You come back to the table and is surprised to see your oldest friend, you give him a big smile "Shouta-niisan!" You hug him, but he only pats your head.

Keigo looks surprised at the interaction, you don't talk about yourself, only the basic and vaguely gives information about what you did before him.

"Is this your kid?" The man looked at Keigo, the man looked like it was around 23 maybe 25.

"Yeah! I'm his-... mom, yeah! I'm his mother" you smile breaking the hug and sat down "too busy to stay?"

He nods and put a can of your favorite sweetened coffee in front of you "You're doing a good job, just be careful, you never know"

You nod back at him and give him a big smile "I will, at least I'm no longer doing patrols, don't forget to call me once a week"

"I never broke a promise, won't start now" he pets your hair and goes away.

Keigo watched the weird transactions extremely curious "Who was him? Is him your older brother? You don't look alike. Why didn't you say goodbye to him? Why does he look like a bun? Why-"

"Enough!" You put your hand on his mouth "He's an old friend, I call him nii-san because I always called him that, no we aren't blood related, he always looked like that, and... we promise to never say goodbye to each other"

"Why?"

"Because a goodbye can be forever, so we just don't say it" a waitress comes to you both and puts everything on the table.

You open the canned coffee and drink it, smiling at him as he eats, you both eat and then went shopping.

...

Keigo could fit in anything, and he would look cute you just loved the way he looked on yellow or beige, they fit well with his red wings.

"Hey mom... I wanted to know if-..." he was scared, uncomfortable maybe? About something.

"You can ask me anything Birb, there is no way that I will not answer" you kneeled on the floor besides him and looked at him through the mirror.

"What's your quirk?" He looked at you while fiddling with his hands.

You smiled at him "It's kinda hard to explain, It's better if I show it to you" you took his hand and paid for the clothing, now that he was with some clothes that were good for the Autumn cold weather.

After getting to the car you drove off to the training gym.

"Why are we here?" Keigo recognized the building quickly.

"My power can be a little destructive, its1better to do this in a place that no one can get hurt" going in you went to your private training room with the little boy following you like a baby duck.

"How destructive?" Keigo held your hand and you held his.

"Very, now stay back" you pressed a bottom on the wall "My quirk needs ink all the time to do anything, and I always have it around me, most likely on my point finger, here I can do almost anything" you made a straight line in the direction of the dummies and cut 3 at the same time, cutting through them.

"Woaaah! What else?" Keigo's wings fluffed up at your awesomeness.

You walk to the middle and make a dot next to him, a huge tree appears from nothing surprising him, he falls to the floor shocked.

"I can also make a path of flowers, and the tree will only stay there for a few seconds, but it can surprise the enemy enough to take them down" you move your finger around under Keigo's feet and there grows some flowers.

"My ability is called Celestial Brush"

"THIS IS SO COOL!" He runs to you, and you pick him up when he's close enough. "MOM YOU ARE AWESOME!"

You look at him surprised and hug him tightly "My son, you are awesome too"

You two stay like that for some time, until he bugs you to show more of your ability,  which you do, you show him each trick and technique you learned until now.

https://youtu.be/BRcfqu3hQkY (your quirk)

(Yes this is your quirk, and everything you can do with it)

After showing him everything  you picked him up and you both go back home to take a shower, eat and sleep.

Those moments in his life were the happiest that Keigo had ever been, always protected by you, he was given the love and affection that he always wanted, he didn't care for everything else, he just cared about you, because you were his true mother, the woman that he would run to when he got himself hurt, to ask about life, to ask about anything really, since you also were his teacher. When he had nightmares you would hold him until he calmed down, would kiss his head, would compliment the small things he had done, and would scout him when he did something wrong.

Keigo loved you more than anything in his life, and Hawks miss you dearly in his, because in the end, you still worked for the commission, and he too didn't have a choice when you went away for an important mission.

The day before your departure you both made a pillow nest in the living room, you induced him on his bird instincts, HD wouldn't have such luxury after you went away.

Neither of you talked about you leaving, instead you showed him your favorite movies, snacks and old latin folktales, the feeling of sadness was there the whole moment.

You tried to give as much advice you could, and only took him off your arms to use the bathroom.

Keigo also didn't wanted to let go of you, both sleep hugging each other, you promised that you would come back as soon as you could, that tou would  ever forgive him if he died while being a hero, that you knew he was build for greatness.

Only when you had to leave that you allowed yourself to cry, at the door with only a backpack in hands, you put your coat on Keigo while he sleep, also letting your diary on his bed, to let him have you all the time.

After tucking him on his nest, you kissed his forehead and kisses his toy's head, going out of that house took a lot of strength, you didn't wanted to go, but duty called, you just hopped it would take less then a year.

. . . . .

But it didn't took a year, it took 18 years to take the ring leader down, and just now you were finally going back to Japan, and to the now number 2 pro hero Hawks.

.............. As you can see there is more to this book

[dreams-of-emerald]

The blaring sound of the alarm clock enveloped the once quiet room. It continued for a few more seconds before it was turned off.

The first one to open their eyes was the female in bed, despite not being the one who reached out for the alarm clock. She smiled as she gazed upon her husband who seemed to have gone back to dreamland.

“I’ll make breakfast, love.” She said and kissed his temples before getting up.

She slipped on her slippers, grabbed her hair tie before proceeding to their kitchen.

Like always, she would tie her long blonde hair in a messy bun as she hates to have it getting in the way of her cooking.

She washed her hand before touching any ingredients that she set up, as a doctor, and ever since she was a kid she had always been wary of germs.

“What to make?” She whispered to herself. Her blue eyes landed on a loaf of brioche bread before an idea came to mind.

While she was busy cooking. She finally heard the showers turned on which could only mean that her husband had finally gotten up.

They had been married for 5 years now.

Their story was your typical romance tale. They had been childhood sweethearts, met at summer camp became friends, and turned into lovers. They were together for 4 years before he proposed. She had to finish her studies in the medical field before they got married.

Nina, her name, or what at least the closest people call her. She filled her cup with coffee and she did the same for her husband. She set up the sandwiches that she made on separate plates and sat down.

She was staring into thin air and thinking about the past when she felt her husband kiss the top of her head.

“Seem to be in deep thoughts.” Her husband said before he took the seat in front of her. “Yeah, just thinking about when we first met.

A grin spread on the man in front of him. “The time when I fell from the tree trying to impress you?” He took a sip of his coffee.

She rolled her eyes. “You said you were trying to get a better view of the camp.”

“And you believed me?” His tone sounded amused.

“Well, I pretended to.” She smirked and gave a wink which made him chuckle in return.

“So, what do we have here?” He looked at the sandwich on his plate.

“They call that egg drop sandwich in Korea. Made my version.”

He nodded before taking a bite. “Hmmm.”

“Do you like it?”

“I always like what you make-but this is amazing.”

“Glad you approve.”

“What are those? Extras?”

“For you and Lucas. You two should stop skipping meals. You’re police, it would be embarrassing to die from hunger.”

Lucas was his partner cop, they’ve been colleagues since he started his career. Though Lucas was older than him, they seemed to hit it off.

“We won’t.”

Yes, Henrik Berg, her husband is part of the law enforcement. While he was busy protecting the city, she was busy saving lives. That’s how their team work.

She went back to her coffee. “I was thinking.”

“Hmmm?”

“Well I read a book that there are two realities, hypothetically thinking- if there is, I wonder what you’d look like? What your career is?”

Ever since he was young, Henrik always wanted to be a police officer like his grandpa. He loved hearing how his grandpa was able to help out with cases. He caught bad guys. It intensified when he saw DC heroes and Marvel. Sure, he can’t be batman but the closes to becoming a superhero is by being a cop.

“What do you think?” He asked trying to humor his wife.

“You know, I didn’t notice this until now. But if you grow your hair long.”

“I can’t, love.”

“I know, but if you did, you’ll look like Thor!”

He thought for a while. “I don’t think so, hun.”

“Then maybe you had long hair on the alternate universe.”

“Lucas is rubbing his geekiness on you.”

“We’ll you gotta hand it to the guy. He knows how to make a conversation. The problem is when he would stop.” She said then took a bite on her sandwich.

Henrik chuckled as he waited for her to swallow her food.

“Oh! but love, It would be amazing if your skills were that of spiderman.”

“A face like Thor and spiderman skills?”

She sips on her coffee. “Yeah, like a climbing instructor or something.”

Henrik shook his head. “And what would you be?”

“I’d still be hot.”

Henrik laughed nearly choking on his last bite. “Well you are, babe but your job?”

“I dunno, something that I haven’t had the courage to do like vlogging?”

“Don’t you want to start doing it?”

“And what would be my content? Surgeries?” She raises her eyebrow. “Hi everyone! Welcome to my channel! For today, I’m gonna show you how to remove a tumor.” she said in a chirpy voice.

Henrik laughed once more.

“I’m sure as hell that my video would be removed before I could even get a view.”

Henrik shook his head before raising his hands in defeat.

“So, I’ll leave the vlogging to my other self.”

“What if she’s not a vlogger.”

“Then she’d be a pop star.”

“If she isn’t?”

“I dunno, a student? Working community service? Why are you ruining my jobs?”

“You’re a surgeon, love. No one can top that.”

“Um… Taylor Swift?” She shook her head. “That’s not the point, can we leave my occupation to vlogging?”

Henrik nodded with an amused expression as he took another sip from his cup. “So how’d we meet?”


“I dunno if we’d even meet.”

“If we don’t… this discussion is over.”

“You’re no fun.” Nina pouted. “Well, we could meet like how modern humans meet.”

“Dating app?”

“Let's make it interesting. Like a dating show where one gets dump if we fail to get a couple.”

“Okay, and how would that work?”

“And we’d only be living in one villa or something to establish a connection.”

“For a minute you sounded like Lucas.”

“Love, please?”

“Alright continue.”

“And the setting should be a tropical Island. Like we’d be wearing swimwear throughout the day.

“No way! No deal! No one is eyeing on you-“

“Babe it’s just a thought and we’re already married.”

“Yes, we are. So leave our alternate selves and let them live their lives please.”

Nina laughed. “Alright alright.”

“Where do you get these weird ideas anyway?”

“You know what?” His wife looked at him. “I wish your alternate self would be the spontaneous and creative one in their ralationship.”
“That would be a totally different me.”

“That’s the point, love.” She grinned. “Anyway, now that my thoughts are out. You should go to work. I hear a car pulling over.”

“Alright. Thanks for breakfast.” Henrik got up and grabbed th food that his wife packed.

He kissed her forehead before leaving. “Enjoy your rest day, love. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, take care and comeback alive.”

“Will do.”

With that he went out and closed the door.

“Alright! Now, to do the chores.”

And this is how Nina Berg spends her rest day.

_______ M E A N W H I L E_______

In another part of the world-

A blonde haired woman with the same features and name was seen getting up early. She tried to enjoy the morning sunshine. The cool, morning air carried the sound of the gentle melodies of the birds.

Just then, a splash could be heard coming from the pool. Her eyes scanned the pool area and found two boys sitting with their feet in water. The blond one was dripping wet

She could hear him say “I can’t believe we’re really here.” As a grin spread on his lips.

“Tell me about it! I can’t wait to meet the girls.” She almost didn’t caught what the black hair lad said.

But definitely, this was the start of an amazing summer.

——END——-

So, I was watching the Good doctor and put that aside for Hawaii five 0 and I got hooked. Then I saw Fear street all 4 of ‘em so my mind went crazy with a lot of thoughts popping here and there as a result. — this short fic.

[t-lostinworlds]

Green-Eyed (Tom Holland)

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I got carried away as always. I don’t think this is the best I’ve written but I’m hoping it’s not as shit as the usual aha. Also to the anon I’m sorry if this took a lil longer than expected hun. Hope you still like it! <3

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Requested:

Warnings: A dick-ish (if u squint) jealous!Tom and typos.

Word Count: 3.6k

Masterlist in Bio

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"Pretty please?" Tom dragged out his last word as he rested his head sweetly on your shoulder, sporting his best puppy-dog eyes with bottom lip pouted to make it harder for you to resist him.

You groaned in dismay as you threw your head back on the couch, eyes screwed shut to try and ignore the face of your handsome but very annoying best friend. "Why me Tom? And why'd you ask me this so fucking last minute?"

Tom has decided to tell you just now that there's a charity gala tomorrow, and that he wants you to be his plus one. Countless of a-list celebrities would be there to support different causes, so imagine the upmost dread you're feeling just thinking about joining Tom when that wasn't even your type of crowd, when you've never been to an event like it to begin with. Plus, you know he will have friends there too, if he hangs out with them, what would you do then?

The event tomorrow starts at six p.m., and he's just told you this now, clock showing eight-thirty p.m., who would not be annoyed? Better yet, who wouldn't be terrified?

"You're my best friend, you're the one I want to the there with. Come on, it's for charity, you never say no to charity."

This motherfucker...

You turned to him with a glare, arms crossed over your chest at his foul play. "You're not playing fair you know that."

Tom sat straight back up, body turned fully to face you, eyes still showing the same gleam as he pressed his palms together, resting it under his chin to beg. "Just please? You won't feel left out I promise. I'll be right there with you all night." He reassures as if he was able to read your mind, but being friends for long enough, you had no doubts that he probably could, to an extent of course.

Let's be honest, there was no way you'd say no. One, it's for charity; and two, it's Tom for heaven's sake, you never can. But the fact that you are simply unprepared to go to an event like this, it's daunting.

"I don't even have anything to wear."

Tom only chuckled sheepishly at that, hand coming up to rub on his shoulder, a nervous tick of his you've grown to adore, even if you've been trying so hard not to.

Got to have those boundaries.

"Uh, I already bought you a dress and Christine is going to help you with everything else. So please say yes." He shot you the brightest smile he could muster, one where it showed his rows of teeth with his eyes all crinkled. You blinked at him in deep surprise.

He already had this thought out huh?

"You are unbelievable Holland." You grumbled.

Tom chuckled in response, smug grin in play as he wriggles his brows at you. "Now, will you do me the honors of coming to the gala with me Y/N?" You rolled your eyes at him, sighing in disbelief but nodded anyway.

"Fine."

And just like the kid that he is, Tom threw his hands up in the air, shouting a 'yay' in pure glee before wrapping his arms around your rigid form to give you a tight squeeze, you playfully pushing him away in feign annoyance.

You were still nervous. How can you not be when you have no idea what to expect during this gala, who you were going to meet, but with one look at this stupid boy—who is also a big celebrity which you tend to forget—beside you, you felt yourself relax a little.

How bad can it be?

***

"Wow."

Tom gushed, the phone he had on hand lowering ever so dramatically, tearing his eyes off of the screen to scan you from head to toe. You felt your cheeks warm at his reaction. "Does it look okay?"

"Okay? You look fucking gorgeous. I knew I picked the right dress." He exclaimed all proud, sauntering over to you looking incredibly handsome himself, the color of his suit—not exactly matching—but coordinating with yours just right.

"You did."

Best believe you're the last person to stroke this man's ego, but you have to give credit where credit is due, he did pick the right dress.

It was a short, red satin dress with the waist embezzled with a silver crystal belt. The back was bare along with a plunging v-neckline to match, making it look sexy and classy at the same time. And the fact that it fitted you perfectly, it made you feel elegantly beautiful in the most sophisticated way.

How has Tom managed to get you the perfect size? He "borrowed"—his choice of word when you insisted he stole it—one of your dresses and used it as a guide. A clever boy.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, small curls falling freely to frame your face, one that sported just enough make up just to enhance your natural beauty and not make it look superficial.

"Damn, I can't take my eyes off of you." Tom muttered under his breath, eyes still glued to your figure and you can't stop your heart from skipping a beat at that.

Whether he meant to say that out loud, you don't know, unable to decide if he was playing with you in a best-friend-banter kind of way or if there was an underlying meaning in his tone, but you can't seem to think about that now. Not when the nerves were already eating you up inside out just thinking about the event, thinking about which celebrity you were going to meet and if you weren't going to make a big fool out of yourself, so you cleared your throat.

"Tom quit ogling we're going to be late."

Tom shook his head with a shy chuckle, blush prominent on his cheek as he made way for you with a curtsy. "After you mi lady."

"Thank you Christine!" Tom called out before both of you were out the door, him helping you in his car like the gentleman that he is and then driving towards this most awaited gala.

***

You were actually having fun.

Tom has introduced you to a few of his 'famous' friends and you were delighted to see that they were just as sweet and kind. You've met a couple artists here and there too, just casual conversations, one after the other, you and Tom going through it together as he's never left your side the moment you two arrived, just as promised.

That until he decided to get you a drink.

Standing in your place you looked around the extravagant hall of the humongous mansion—or castle more like it—admiring the huge chandeliers that adorned the ceiling along with the beautiful murals that coated the space. You were busy appreciating the artwork that you didn't notice someone was approaching until they spoke.

"Hi, I'm Calum." Startled, you let out a small squeak as you looked for the owner of the voice, eyes meeting brown ones and you felt your whole face heat up once you recognized who it was.

Calum Hood from 5 Seconds of Summer, the band you've been a big fan of for how many years now.

You shook his hand with a shy smile, whole body going timid once he gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Oh, hi, uh Y/N, and yes I know who you are. I love your new album."

"Oh really, thank you so much." Calum chuckled with a grateful nod, eyes looking at you in a way that's made the butterflies in your stomach tingle a little.

"I don't mean to come off weird but I saw you just standing there and you look really beautiful and I needed to say hi." You blinked, surprised at his words.

What kind of fanfiction is this?

You flashed him a sweet smile, a small giggle coming out of you as you responded bashfully. "Thank you. You look really good too."

The conversation just took off from there. You asked him about their new music while he asks you anything mundane that comes to his mind. You keep on laughing at something clever or stupid he had said, proximity just close enough to prove that you were having a great time. When you finally calmed down, Calum cleared his throat, hand rubbing behind his neck nervously.

"Mind if I get you a drink?"

Before you could even do as much as move your mouth to give him an answer, a deep voice spoke just behind you,

"I'm sorry but she already has one."

Your head snap back to see Tom, face stern with jaw clenched tightly, a certain glint coating eyes. The obvious anger you can see yes, but there's something else mixed with it, one you couldn't pinpoint as to what exactly it is yet.

"Ah, Mr. Tom Holland. Nice to meet you mate." Calum greeted politely, the bloke already knowing that you came here with Tom having that you've told him.

"Likewise." Tom's lips only quirked up just a tad bit as he took Calum's hand with a tight grip, not too obvious but you noticed it nonetheless. Calum only chuckled with a knowing nod, giving Tom a certain look— like he realized something you haven't—before turning to you with a charming smile.

"I'll leave you two to it. It was nice meeting you Y/N." Calum says as he pulls you in for a warm hug, your arms wrapping around him with a small squeeze in return as you responded with just as much delight. "You too Calum."

You watched him walk away, Calum giving you one last look over his shoulder with a small wave before disappearing into the crowd.

"Well, there goes my daydream of being a musician's girlfriend, touring around the world while singing their songs in the crowd and being their number one fan." You joked, but Tom didn't find even the tiniest of humor in your statement. In fact, it only made him angrier, nostrils flaring as he gave you a pointed eye roll.

You furrowed your brows at him, utter confusion covering you from head to toe at the look of pure disdain on your best friend's features. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." Tom shrugged, eyes never meeting yours since the moment he got back from fetching you a drink, said drink that's in his hand but by the looks of it, he has no plan on giving it to you, not even his full attention.

"Well, it surely doesn't look like it's nothing Tom." You frowned at him in concern, hand going up to give him comfort but he blatantly rejected the gesture.

"Let's call it a night, I'm not feeling well." He grumbled, not even waiting for an answer as he quickly turned on his heel and walked away. You tried your best to catch up with him, following closely behind with nothing but bewilderment plastered on your face, still oblivious to the reason of his sudden change in attitude.

"Tom, slow down a sec." He ignores, still walking at a fast pace, not having any sense of empathy at the fact that you were wearing high heels. That's when you felt your anger boil too.

"You know what. Fuck it, if you're going to be a bitch for no goddamn reason then I'm taking a cab." You hissed, and that made him stop. Tom took one deep breath before turning sideways, offering you his arm to hold, gaze still avoiding yours at all costs.

You rolled your eyes and moved ahead, too much pride coursing through you to let his bitchy attitude slide, making sure to bump his arm purposely as you quickly made your way to the parking lot with Tom now following you.

***

The ride home was silent to the point that it was deafening, Tom not paying you any mind as if you weren't there at all.

You now understand that he was angry at you, fuming even. If the way his face was practically red up to the tips of his ears, the way you can practically feel the heat radiate off him wasn't a dead giveaway, then, the tight grip he had on the steering wheel and the speed the car was going, would be.

But as to why exactly that is? You have no fucking idea. As far as you know, you did absolutely nothing wrong.

Letting out a deep sigh, you turned your body to face him fully, just wanting to get this over and done with. "Tom, tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing." He muttered under his breath, eyes dead set on the road ahead. You scoffed. "Don't fucking lie to me."

"I said it's fucking nothing now leave me the fuck alone." Tom barked, the car lurching forward at his sudden burst of frustration.

You were never one to sit still and take bullshit, especially when it's Tom being a dickhead. When that happens due to whatever reason, you're for sure the one the first one to call him out on it. Besides, him driving this fast while angry is never safe.

"That's it, pull over."

"What—"

"Pull over or I'm going to open this fucking door without hesitation." Tom groaned, fully infuriated but did as told knowing you were nowhere near playing, just the tone you had, he wasn't going to risk it.

Once he put the car in park you shot him a glare, voice stern as you ordered. "Get out of the fucking car Tom."

He didn't say another word of protest as he harshly took his seatbelt off and got out of the car, slamming the door shut to make a point of how mad he was.

You were glad the place where the gala was held was detached from the city, a forty-five minute drive to the nearest highway, so the road was pretty much deserted, nothing but endless trees in view. The only source of light was a couple of street lamps, the car's headlights and the bright, full moon that shone high above.

You followed him out and in front of the car, leaning your weight on the hood as you stared at the tensed back of your best friend.

"Now tell me what the fuck is going on with you." When he didn't even do as much as turn around you growled in warning.

"Thomas."

"Alright!" With one deep breath, he finally turned to face you, jaw still set as he shoved both of his hands in the pockets of his slacks, a two-second pause before he finally spoke.

"I'm just frustrated, angry and fucking annoyed." Tom's voice turned low, his eyes casted on the grass where he was standing on, just two feet away from your place on the car.

"At me?"

He sighed, taking sharp intakes of breaths before finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes, so many emotions swimming in his brown ones with a frown on his lips to complete his whole troubled look.

"No, not entirely at least. I'm just, I left you for a second and when I came back the next thing I know you're having such a great time, laughing and flirting with this Calum guy—"

"Calum Hood."

"I don't fucking care what his last name is." Tom snapped, and that's when everything fell into place for you, lips pursed as you tried your best not to break into a smile.

"What is so wrong with me flirting with him Tom?"

The boy lets out a exasperated sigh at that, hand coming up to run through his hair in frustration that it made a curl go astray, a tasteful sight to you especially with him all agitated.

"I just didn't like the way it made me feel okay? Just seeing you laughing at his jokes, getting so close to him at times, just seeing you with someone else I just, it's just—"

"It makes you jealous?" You finished his sentence for him, your heart pounding due to excitement, warmth filling you up at the thought of your best friend getting riled up just thinking about you with another guy, because you feel just the same when you see him with another girl.

"Yes goddammit! It makes me so fucking jealous!" Tom exclaimed, all fucks thrown out the window as every feeling his been bottling up for years now comes bursting out, spilling right on the brim. "It was hard as is trying to fend off these guys who can't stop staring at you, who won't stop hovering over you because by the gods above you look absolutely breathtaking tonight. I really can't blame them because you stole the whole room, but it doesn't make me feel any less frustrated."

"Frustrated on what Tom?" You asked softly, his gaze cutting off with yours as he lets out a sigh, hands falling limp on his sides as he looked up at the starry sky.

"Frustrated because I wanted nothing more than to pull you closer to me, to wrap my arm around your waist to make them back off, but I couldn’t, I had no right to. I wanted to make them see that you're there with me so they need to fucking scram, but what power do I have? I'm just your best friend." Tom was pacing now, going on a full on rant with his hands swinging about to express his emotions and you let him. You sat still and watched as he pours all his heart out, watched with a stupid wide grin on your lips.

"But I want to be more than that Y/N. I don't want to be just your best friend and tonight just slapped me in the fucking face that I genuinely don’t want to be with anyone else but you. But then you went and said that you wanted to be a musician's girlfriend, it just made me so mad and hurt and just—" He stopped himself, head hanging low as he tried to regain his breathing.

You shook your head at the boy with sigh. "I was kidding Tom. I don't want to be a musician's girlfriend; I want to be an actor's, the one who plays Spider-Man to be quite specific."

The way his head shot up so quick to look at you in pure shock made you laugh, hopeful brown orbs staring you down as he made his way towards your spot on the car. You uncrossed your legs as you let him in between them, let him move even closer until his hands took home right on your waist, giving them a tender squeeze as a smug grin slowly formed on his lips.

"You mean—"

"You know, Andrew Garfield, I heard he's single again." You shrugged casually, teasing smirk in play, your little revenge for him being kind of a dick just earlier. Tom's head fell forward to land on your shoulder, arms wrapping fully around your form with a proper whine.

"Y/N."

You let out a hearty laugh, cupping his face with both hands as you pull him off of you, just enough to be able to look at those lovely brown orbs, his bottom lip all jutted out making him look unbearable adorable.

"Of course I meant you, you idiot. There no one else I want to be with other than you Tom." A sweet chuckle escaped Tom's lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, vicinity rightly close to be able to let the tips of your nose brush against each other.

"How are you so beautiful?" Tom sighed in pure adoration. You didn't respond with words, you just tilted your head a little to place your lips right on his, satisfied breaths ringing in your ears as the two of you cherished the feeling that you've been craving for far too long, mouths fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces, a kiss filled with nothing but utter bliss, pure love.

"I love you." Tom whispered the moment you pulled away, eyes showing not but sincerity and you felt your heart grow ten times its usual size. You hummed, fingers playing with his hair on the nape of his neck fondly. "And I love you, you jealous dork."

With a few more kisses under the moonlight—some sweet and chaste, some not so much—the cold air finally got to the both of you, making your way back inside the car with wide smiles, unable to wipe them off.

"Let's go back to the gala?" Tom grinned, left hand steering while the other sat warmly on top of your thigh, a gesture so sweet until he decides to give it a teasing squeeze every now and then. "What, so you can reintroduce me to everyone, now as your girlfriend and not your best friend?" You joked to which Tom only shrugged with a hum. "I don't see why not."

You shook your head at your man, squaring your shoulders as you said nonchalantly. "I mean, if you want to it's okay. The matching pair I have under this dress can wait."

Tom choked at that, tearing his eyes off the road to give you a swift glance to see if you were serious or not. You only shot him a knowing wink in response, lips curved up teasingly, but nowhere did it show on your face that you were lying with what you just said.

That's made you arrive back home in lesser time that's for sure.

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[gather-ye-sinners]

hi!! can I please request some nsfw headcanons for bucci gang and diavolo with their fem!s/o?(preferably the nastiest ones but it's all up to you!!)👀 (also your headcanons for la squadra as dads made my heart melt, i love them...)

Thank you so much!! Don’t worry about nasty bb I got u ;)!  

N/S/F/W Bucci Gang & Diavolo Fem!S/O Headcanons.

Warnings: Acrotomophilia, Exhibitionism, Stand Sex, Gunplay Mention, Humiliation, Creaming, Cock Crushing, Face Sitting, Degradation, Teacher Kink, Body Worship, Overstimming, Edging, Somnophilia, Voyeurism, Dom & Sub Dynamics, Corruption, Dacryphilia, Flower Related Genital Trauma, Impact Play, and Shaming.

Bruno Buccellati:

Acrotomophile

Let him zip your head off and fuck it like a fleshlight.

Can and has unzipped his dick for you to use.

Loves to cum in/on you.

Has an album of your pretty face covered in his cum.

If you wear his lingerie top he’ll go crazy.

Exhibitionist.

Likes to zip your mouth shut and rail you against the nearest surface.

Cums hardest if you blow him under the desk during a meeting.

He likes to call you his little wife and lover during sex.

“So good to me my lover, taking my cock like a good girl~”

Call him Capo or Husband and he’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.

Leone Abbacchio:

Let’s set something straight here this man is a bottom leaning switch.

Really loves phone sex.

He’s shy with sex at first, he’s a whiny bitch.

Uses Moody Blues to act out your words.

Humiliate him!

Grind your foot into his cock and pull his hair.

Degrade him, call him your Good Boy and spank him.

He’s a sucker for some tender aftercare.

Treat him like the big titty goth king he is!

Really into roleplay.

Likes to top during roleplay scenes.

His favorite is to have you as his little maid.

Praise him for special occasion sex.

Loves calling you Mistress or Ma’am.

“M-mistress, please! I’m-mm! Close~”

Return the favor to your Sir will you?

Guido Mista:

Totally possessive.

He has to share your affections with the Pistols all the time. Your intimate moments are his and his alone.

No Gunplay.

Marks you in as many places as he can.

Neck, thighs, breasts, hips, everywhere.

Feels proud if you show them off but will understand if you cover them.

If you wear his hat expect to have it plowed off your head.

Adores public sex.

If you let him he’ll fuck you against Giorno’s office door.

Let him call you Sweetness and Sugar.

“You know you’re mine right Sugar? All mine~”

Enjoys being called Buns or Honey Bun.

He do got a fat ass tho

Narancia Ghirga:

Really wants sex to be fun

Has honked when squeezing your breasts.

Once ruined the entire mood by making airplane noises while guiding his cock into your mouth.

Has his kinks tho.

Teacher kink? Oh yeah.

Will cream himself if you wear a tight pencil skirt and blouse.

Spank him with a ruler and make him count them.

If you happen to actually teach him he will remember.

If you let him top you will never cum.

Teases you until you can’t take it.

“What was that? You want my cock? Use your words baby~”

If you’re doing a teacher scene he’ll call you Miss. Otherwise, you’re his Babe or Baby.

Call him Boy to degrade him. Call him Babe or Hunk otherwise.

Pannacotta Fugo:

Pretty kinky.

Loves to grope you.

His favorite place is your hips.

Soooo into Body Worship.

He’s all tender touches and sweet words.

Likes to hold your hand and press close to you, his head nestled in your neck.

Loves Overstimming you.

Will put a vibe on your clit and edge you until you’re crying.

 Then he’ll edge you more.

Midkey into crying.

Very adamant about consent and using a safe word.

KING of aftercare.

 The sweetest pet names: My heart, My love.

“You’re so beautiful my heart. Crying so sweetly for me. Cum love.”

Call him your light and your life. He’s a tender boy.

Giorno Giovanna:

He’s Dio’s son he’s got some whore in him.

If you blow him under the desk he tasks you with keeping his cock in your mouth at any cost.

You wouldn’t want to embarrass your sweet Don, would you?

Lavish him in praise

Loves it if you mark him.

Lowkey would like a Slight Yandere S/O. He likes to feel loved in any way.

His favorite thing is to cum on you and turn it into flowers or plants.

Once, unfortunately, turned his cum too early and started crying with a rose sticking out of his dick.

You’re his World. He also likes calling you fiori (flower).

“You look so sweet like this fiori~ Covered in me.”

Call him Signore, he really nuts if you simply call him Yours.

Diavolo:

He’s a switch.

As a top he’s p aggressive.

Bites your neck, and bruises your hips with his punishing pace.

Loves the idea of ruining your “innocence”

Act shy and tease him with fluttery eyes and 20 times out of 10 you’ll get bent over his desk and pumped full.

Wear some frilly lingerie and sit by his leg, looking pouty and 8 times out of 10 you’ll get face fucked.

The other 2 times he’ll put you over his knees and give you the spanking of a lifetime.

Subby Diavolo is an utter slut.

Pull his hair and call him out for being a dirty hermit.

Peg him as fast as he fucks you and he’ll shake and moan like a slut.

Puts the RAT in Brat.

Tie him up and bury his face deep in your pussy to shut him up.

He’ll even suck off King Crimson if you ask nice~

Loves to call you his Queen or Princess.

“So talented at sucking cock Princessa~ You’re not as pure as you seem.”/”Y-yes my Queen.I’ll be a g-good boy”

It’s Imperatore or Princeling for him. Nothing hits quite the same.

B-B-Bonus!

Trish Una:

Teacher Kink

She usually subs but will dom for this.

Ms.Una doesn’t tolerate any insubordination~

Enjoys Body worship both ways.

Her praise is always heartfelt.

She does have a thing for your breasts.

Prefers sensual sex over rough sex.

Bubble baths with a massage are the way to get to her heart.

Sit on her face while you oil up her body and it makes her flustered.

She’s a whiny breathy mess 10/10

Somnophile

She likes that she can trust you enough to touch her while she sleeps.

Her favorite thing is to wake up with you between her legs.

Calls you Honey and Lovey.

“You’ve been paying attention to my ass instead of the lesson haven’t you hun?”

If you call her Miss or Sweetheart she turns into a tomato.

[ger-bearofrivia]

Future Dates and Snapchat Seduction 💌

summary: Henry finally grows a pair and asks the reader out on a date then tease each other over a Snapchat rendezvous.

Part 2 of my Ceo Henry fic series 

read part 1 here: Pen Marks and Coffee Cups

AN: sorry this took so long I’ve been a little uninspired lately. 

It was the end of the day when you heard a knock on the door. You turn to see Henry leaning against the door frame.

“Mr. Cavill. How can I help you?” you ask while continuing to put your laptop into your bag. Henry pushes himself off the doorframe stepping into your office.

”We need to talk.” he stated closing the door behind him.

”okay. About what?” you put your purse on the lounge couch that sat against the wall. Henry walked over to your desk sitting on it.

”Us." he paused "Um, I want to take our relationship to the next level but I’d like to ask you out on a date first. And if that one goes well maybe some other ones as well. Unless you don't want to then we can continue how we were before.” he stutters. Something you'd never seen him do before. Henry was usually this confident almost cocky man that got what he wanted when he asked, no if and or buts about it. But here he seemed almost nervous as if he has been contemplating on the right words to say. It was cute, he was showing a side of him that he never showed to any of his work colleagues before. Or maybe he has but you've been too oblivious or busy to notice. Either way, you liked it. You rest your hand on his cheek bringing your lips to his in a soft kiss different than the hard passionate ones you usually shared. He kissed back resting a large hand on your hip rubbing the area with his thumb. You pull back smiling.

”Henry I would love to go out on a date with you. ” he lets out a sigh of relief.

”Good. Great actually how about tomorrow night at seven?” he suggests.

”perfect. Oh and Henry I want to take our relationship to the next level too.” You whisper and you could see his eyes light up. God, he’s so cute. “How long have I worked here?”

Like six years.” He answers

“And out of those six I interned under you for two. With the best sex I’ve ever had but that’s not the point. All these years I’ve only dreamed of you saying those words Henry.” He smiles down at you then pecks your lips.

"The sex is great but I’ve come to notice that I want our relationship to be more than work and sex. I want to get to know you personally and build a relationship with you. You're so smart and passionate about your work and I love that about you. But that's all I know of you. I want to know more, you just fascinate me.”

”like what?”

”I don't know. Like what kind of music you dance to while you cook.” he laughs and you laugh with him. You wrap your arms around his neck.

”well it depends on what I'm in the mood for. Some days it's whatever is on the radio or classic rock usually.” he rests his forehead on yours. He opens his mouth as if to ask you something else but you quickly press a finger to his lips to shush him. ”now you don't want to spoil the date by asking me all your questions. Save some for tomorrow, now I must get home to get my beauty sleep if you want me to look beautiful for tomorrow.” you jest

”Honey, you always look beautiful.”

”Well you haven't seen me first thing in the morning love. My hair alone takes me forever to tame, imagine with everything else.” he laughed again pulling you closer until lips meet in a brief kiss. Wow, you could kiss him forever. Henry squeezes your hip before pulling away and standing from your desk.

“ I guess your right. You haven’t seen what a curly mess my hair is in the morning. It doesn’t take as long to style it on a good day. ”

"What your hair is naturally curly?” you asked somewhat shocked. Yes, you could see some curls but your thought that was just from styling it.

”Yeah if I grow out my hair it would be a curly mop on top of my head.”

”Ha, I'd love to see that. Henry Cavill billionaire company owner straitens hair for work. ”

”not straitens just style it. The jell holds it straight after I comb it through. I've tried almost every hairstyle that is work acceptable.” he defends.

”really like what?”

”trust me everything. Buzzcut, long on top shaved on the sides, slicked back, even had a bun when I was younger.” you burst out laughing at the thought of Mr. Henry Cavill in a man bun. ”hey not funny I was young” he defeated himself again.

” so you were that guy.”

”Yeah and I was and still am proud of it.” your laugh dies down to a gentle giggle. He was showing his soft side admitting things that he'd never tell someone before. Fuck it feels like your falling for him all over again. You feel your face heat up. ”you won't be laughing once I find some pictures to show you.”

”oh my gosh, please do” you let out a joyous sigh then said, “We should get going it’s starting to get late.”

“Yeah, we should. May I walk you to your car.” He says holding out an arm for you to hold. You grab your bag before you interlock your arms.”

“Such a gentleman” you lean into his arm not having to worry about anyone seeing the both of you together because you're that last two leave. You turn off all the lights in your office then put your bag on the floor so you could lock the door.

“Here let me hold that for you.” He offered, slinging his bag across his chest first before picking up yours.

“Like I said such a gentleman.”

“I’ll make sure to tell my mom that you said that.”

“I bet that she’ll be glad to hear

that she raised such a sweetheart like you.” You tease.

“She definitely will” he pecks your lips before you both walk to the elevator. You press the button then walk into the elevator then lean back against Henry’s chest. Somehow this feels natural as if you’d been together forever. The doors open and you both walk out and say goodbye to the security guard, Henry’s fingers brush against yours before they intertwined together. That’s new. You never thought of Henry to be much a hand holder but again it felt so natural the way they fit together. He leads you to your car which you unlock while walking towards it. Without letting go of your hand he opens the passenger side and placed your bag gently on the seat. He then guided you to the driver's side and opened the door for you. This couldn’t be the same Henry that would vigorously push you up against a wall and fucked the life out of you. He's breaking down walls for you, you notice making your heart flutter.

“Thank you, good sir”

“Anything for you my lady.” You laugh and he smiles down at you resting a hand on your cheek. He guides your face up and leans down to kiss you.

“Mm,” you hum into to kiss before pulling away. “I could kiss you all night” you peck his lips “but we really should get going.”

“So you're just gonna tease me then leave me kitten. You outta be punished.” He growls in your ear and you can feel a wetness begin to pool in your panties. He notices the change in your expression noticing how flustered you’ve become. He knew what you wanted and he’d not gonna give it to you. “Very well then, have fun at home alone.”

“Oh I won’t be alone I have a date with my vibe and long hot bath. I’ll let the rest to your imagination.” You pat his cheek before kissing it. You pull away and step backward but he grabs hips pinning you against your car. “Fuck Henry. “ you moan against his lips feeling his hard member grind against you letting out an exasperated whine as he steps back.

“I get the word. Goodnight ms. L/N, oh and be ready by the time I get there you know I don’t like it when you keep me waiting.” Without another word, he turns walking over to his car, and drove away. You step into your car groaning as you rest your head on the wheel.

“I hate it when he does that.” Which was a complete lie you loved when he edged you this it always leaves you ten times wetter

at home you strip, putting the dirty clothes in the hamper before going into the bathroom

You open Snapchat to send him a few pics. You both had a separate account specifically for these special conversations, mainly using it for this purpose to keep text messages clean. Once situated in the tub you send him a video of your legs spread out in front of the faucet with the stream hitting your clit and moaning his name. Fuck you hope this relationship works out, he was good at fucking you but damn the thought of him fucking you with a passion that's more than just sex made your legs shake. Him telling you how much he loves you, that you're perfect, and wouldn't want to have anyone else was heaven. The phone buzzed pulling you out of your haze.

Henry: I thought you had a date with your vibrator

You: Oh I do I’m just getting warmed up

Henry: Even, after all, I did in the parking lot

You: Of course, you did a number on me but I have to prepare myself for multiple orgasms.

Henry: I wish I was there to see that

You: Maybe you’ll get to see tomorrow

Henry: Mm sorry love I don’t fuck on the first date

You: You really are an asshole

Henry: You were being a brat so you get to suffer.

You: How do you know if I’m suffering?

Henry: I’m not there to make you feel good. Why else would you be messaging me, my love?

You: Fuck you 😤

Henry: You wish.

You moan as the pressures of the faucet hits your clit in the perfect most sensitive area. You threw your head back and moaned feeling the pressure build-up. You quickly press the button to record your orgasm then sent it to Henry.

You: Well, I think that’s enough for you today.

Henry: excuse me you messaged me first.

You: Bye Henry.

You type interrupting what he was going to write.

Henry: Oh your so going to get punished for this

You: I thought you said you didn’t fuck on the first date.

Henry: I don’t but the extra day gives me time to plan the perfect punishment.

You feel yourself drip.

You: Better make it good then. Really make sure I learn my lesson this time. Now go take care of your self.

Henry: What if I don’t need to

You: Are you having a little problem getting your self up hun? Do I have to send more pictures to help?

Henry: Shut up you brat. You know very well my dick works. If it didn’t why would you come crawling to my office every day, begging me to fuck you.

With that, he sent you a pic then turned off his phone to finish himself off. You get two more orgasms before you call it a night and go to bed.

[vampcubus]

Hi!! I saw you maybe wanted to hear about OC’s?? I have one (I don’t make OC’s all that often).

He’s from BNHA and his name is Seiko Zouta. I think his age is pretty ambiguous (as I haven’t actually written him in anything yet, but I was thinking Class-1A/B). He’s 171cm and identifies as pansexual. I have a picture (I made it with Artbreeder, so it isn’t the best...)

(He doesn’t look like a teenager ahhhhh)

But he’s like 3/4 Japanese and 1/4 Irish, and he has one of those white streak birthmarks in his hair on the right side. You can’t really tell in the picture, but he has hazel eyes too!

Now, onto his quirk...

His quirk is called Gremlin ((Combination of his mother’s “Feral” (Her adrenaline pumps quickly and her senses/physical abilities are heightened while her quirk is activated) and his father’s “Minion” (He could summon small beings that would do his bidding. He trained hard for many years to eventually become the Pro-Hero “Commander”)) and when he activates it, it’s called going “Feral”. Basically, he can create small humanoid beast things that are under his control. Their strength depends on quite a few factors, but generally they’re about as strong as he is. They’re also fast, and if there’s enough of them, they can swarm an enemy and take them down in a matter of seconds. Seiko’s still training his quirk, though, so they’re not crazy durable and when they “die” he can feel some of their pain. That makes for some fun time for him when anyone with a very destructive quirk decides to annihilate his Gremlins (ahem Bakugou ahem)... it’s also possible for him to throw part of his senses (one eye, one ear) to a Gremlin in order spy on someone or collect information. This saps his energy very quickly, so he doesn’t do it if he’s also been producing a lot of Gremlins that day.

Physically, he has a tell that lets people know he’s using his quirk. His mouth splits into a manic grin that’s much too wide for a human mouth, so he wears a black hood and a black mask to cover it up. He also becomes more focused on his objective while in this state, but also less responsible (think Inosuke Hashibara, if you know who that is). He’s still working on improving and controlling his quirk, but he’ll get there eventually!

Seiko’s personality is kind of confusing. Naturally, he’s a very brash, blunt person who, while he does care about his friends, is just kind of rude and snarky all the time. But he’s a leader who people will follow. He realized people didn’t like that attitude pretty young, so he changed it. Now, he puts on a show. He’s kind, warm, friendly, and kind of a push over. He hates acting this way. It makes him feel so fake. He wants to be friends with everyone, but he’s been putting up the act for so long that he was scared for anyone to find out. Lots of times (assuming he’s in Class 1a) he’ll lock himself in his dorm to rage, only to break down in tears (is it okay to love your own OC so much??). The idea is that no one knows who he really is except his mom. Who ever his love interest (yes, I’m going there) is will likely be the second to know.

Seiko’s favorite food is Nikuman (steamed pork buns), and he likes American music (his friends make fun of him for it). He’s a disaster and I love him, so I hope I can write something for him one day~

(Thank you for doing this, by the way! It’s so fun to read the asks you’ve already answered, and you’re so nice! I just had to participate too 🥺)

OKAY FIRST OFF I ADORE SEIKO NOW I’M STARTING A FANCLUB!! 📣

He’s adorable from the image and description you provided, and his quirk??? is??? so cool??? Like how’d you think of something so rad????? And I can tell you’ve really thought all of this out, I got so invested reading about it. He reminds me of a warlock of sorts that can summon lil gremlins to do his bidding~ (me with a bonk stick because he can feel pain through his minions)

I really love how complex his personality is, it really makes you feel for the character. On one hand, I want him to be shamelessly himself, but on the other, I don’t want him to be isolated 🥺🥺 It’s such a shame he has to up ton all these theatrics just to breakdown the moment he’s alone with himself and his feelings, I must p r o t e c c

Now for how my OC (I wasn’t sure if you just meant Azu, but I only did her to be safe) feels about Seiko!

Azu will be drawn to his warm facade, mostly in the way of wanting to protect his “innocence,” commonly keeping an eye out for him and intervening if any bigger fish try to use him as a doormat. However, I don’t think she’d be fooled for long, her quirk gives her wicked sharp hearing, and she’s bound to hear one of his rampages through the ceiling at least once or twice. Sometimes she just sits on the floor and listens (gonna go on a limb and say her dorm is right above his for story purposes), waiting for him to calm down, wanting to help, but her reserved nature prevents her from taking direct action. Azu’s not good with words, even less with words of comfort, but she’ll start asking him how he’s doing more. She’ll never pry but will always make it abundantly clear that she’s there to listen. She doesn’t want him to feel like he has to pretend around her. If she feels he needs a hug, a hug is what he’ll get.

I can see Azu being quite protective of him, not because he isn’t strong, just because she worries.

(hufuhabfihfa you’re welcome, hun! really I love doing this, talking about OCs makes me immensely happy <3 )