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triptuckers · 5 months

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capture the flag - leo valdez

Request: nope Pairing: leo valdez x apollo!reader Summary: during capture the flag, no one gets stuck in leo's traps and he wants to find out why Warnings: none Word count: 800 A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and now that I'm back in my pjo era time to finish it! enjoy :)

capture the flag is always fun. it's a nice way for people to train together while it feels like a game. even though sometimes people get too competitive.

it gives leo the chance to litter the forest with traps, and to test new inventions. of course, he could test them in the bunker or on his friends. but this is the real deal. no one knows where the traps are, how many there are. it's the perfect conditions to test them.

he's made a new batch of them but for some reason none of the traps work.

whenever he goes to check on them, they're all disabled. no one's activated them, or he would have found a fellow camper near one.

and leo is absolutely sure he activated them. they didn't blow up so there's nothing wrong with them.

and yet they're disabled.

rather than trying to capture the flag, he decides to hide in the bushes near one of his traps to see what - or who - is disabling them.

he listens to the sounds of the woods around him and pulls stuff out of his tool bel two mindlessly build little machines.

after a while, he spots movement out of the corner of his eye.

whoever it is moves quietly and gracefully. so definitely not an ares kid, leo concludes.

the person slowly walks over to leo's trap, careful where they put their feet down on the forrest floor.

leo watches as they walk around the trap, examining it. he shifts to get a better look at who it is.

he frowns slightly. he would have expected someone from the hermes cabin. maybe piper because he's spent a lot of time trying to explain his machines to her.

but he didn't expect it to be a daughter of apollo.

to be fair, leo thought the apollo cabin didn't know anything about traps or machines in general. their skills were mostly archery, medicine and music. not traps built by a hephaestus kid.

leo's eyes follow your hand movements as you carefully prod around the trap. surely you wouldn't be able to- and you disabled it.

smiling to yourself, you straighten your back and us your foot to slide the now useless trap aside.

when you turn around, you hear leaves rustle behind you.

instinctively, you knock an arrow on your bow and turn on your heel.

you are met by leo, who is frantically waving his hands in front of his face.

'don't shoot, don't shoot! I come in peace!' he yells.

you lower your bow. 'leo! gods, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!'

'that's alright.' says leo, lowering his hands. 'I was the one hiding behind you.'

you frown. 'why were you hiding anyway? usually you like to be in the middle of the action.' you say.

'can't help the fact people start fighting over me wherever I go.' says leo, making you chuckle.

'yeah, right, valdez. as if anyone could come near you with the amount of traps you're setting.' you say.

'speaking of which.' says leo, walking over to his trap and picking it up to examine it. 'how did you know where the kill switch was on this?'

you shrug. 'that's a tactical secret I can't reveal.' you say. 'for future capture the flag purposes.'

'or you just got lucky.'

'23 times?'

'yeah, that seems unlikely.'

you smile. 'there's a window in the roof of bunker nine.' you say. 'it's actually a two way mirror. it doesn't let any light through. gives me a perfect view of your workspace, though.'

'so the tactical secret is spying.' says leo.

'can't win if you don't play a little dirty every now and then. plus it's cool to see all the stuff you create.'

you shoulder your bow. 'good luck activating all of the traps again.' you say. 'I need to get back to my cabin.'

you start to walk toward the noise your fellow campers are making, to see if your team is winning and how you can help.

'hey!'

you turn around to see leo is still standing in the clearing with the trap in his hands.

'if you want to, I could show you how to make these? then you will be able to do more than just disable them.' he says.

you smile at him, you've always liked leo.

but you are surprised, you know leo is kind of protective of bunker 9 and usually only Hephaestus kids go inside. it must be a huge deal for someone from another cabin to be invited into the bunker.

and Leo wants you here.

'sure.' you say. 'I'd like that. but first we have to steal your flag.'

'oh no, you won't.' says leo.

with one last smile, you disappear into the woods, leaving leo to reactivate his trap before coming after you.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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pix3lplays · 4 months

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the aventurine thoughts are being had right now i’m going insane.

pathetic man he’s so silly and pathetic i will punch him

like. he’s so unaware and very very confident in himself.

imagine at the start of him and you dating, he gets then extravagant gifts that are definitely NOT suited to your taste. you simply smile and try to decline, but he takes it as ‘oh wow, can’t accept this, too expensive’ rather than a ‘aeons this is so ugly but i’m trying to be nice about it.’

so he keeps gifting you the gifts. at a point you’re just confused and a too lazy to actually properly decline (plus he keeps insisting and insisting and you have no room for refusal) so you just sell the gifts at the end of the day, behind his back.

maybe a little further down the line, he finds out about the gift selling. okay in fairness, you have been giving him nice gifts using the credits you get (you know… actually nice gifts that are suited to his taste) but he’s still pretty offended.

maybe he finds a records of you selling these gifts (like… receipts? idk man) and maybe he goes to confront you but he bumps into a friend of yours who notices what he has in his hands.

“oh? they clearly really hate your gifts, you know. they’ve been complaining to me about it, lamenting the fact that they can’t get anything suited to their tastes…”

“well, why didn’t they refuse?” (he still can’t fathom he idea of you not liking the gifts? when you clearly accepted them?)

“um. they tried.”

so at this point aventurine accepts defeat and pesters the friend into getting your tastes in clothing, jewellery, all your interests and the like. so you’re really surprised when you notice a shift in the gift giving — suddenly you get that really nice top you wanted, or a pair of sunglasses that have been on your wishlist for a while. suddenly you get books and tools for the things you’re interested in. you’re extremely confused.

aventurine lies. “oh, i knew this all along! i was just testing the waters, of course. a gambler simply enjoys seeing if his gambles (of gift giving) pay off or not.” for like 3 weeks he’s been giving you terrible gifts and he still can’t acknowledge he had no idea what you liked. pathetic man <3

yeah hs’s so pathetic i love him

Alright wow that’s hilarious thank you for this-

Notes: super silly, goofy Aventurine, just going off a silly headcanon that Aventurine has bad taste

I LOVE Aventurine and yeah his sense of style is GREAT but something about him tells me he also has really Bad taste sometimes too-

Kinda obsessed with Aventurine thinking ah yes: things I like=stuff you like.

No…no, Aventurine.

I’m sorry if you like this kinda stuff but I’m picturing he’s a big fan of like…OBNOXIOUS animal print. Not just regular animal print, I’m talking super obnoxious. I’m not crazy right you know what I’m talking about?? (No animals were harmed it’s just a pattern lol.)

He seems like the type who thinks that matching couples outfits are GREAT. Which, sure yeah, but…not when Aventurine’s subjecting you to his bad taste haha.

Matching sunglasses? Ok yeah that’s cute you can do that.

No no Aventurine likes to bust out the glittery clothes that you can’t even look directly at lest you damage your eyes-

You’re like no I’m sorry I cannot wear that-

And he doesn’t understand, haha…Well okay he’s gonna wear it anyways.

Aventurine’s great because sometimes you look at him and say “why are you dressed like that?” and he’s being DEAD SERIOUS when he says “like what?”

But he’s also your boyfriend. He can dress however he wants and if anyone gives him a hard time they’ll have to answer to you-

Also I was very vague when I mentioned this ask to @fire-lizard-ro and they had some fun thoughts hehe. So thank you, Roro!!

So yes your friend could give him a hint, but they had another idea I thought was also interesting.

Aventurine getting frustrated that you’re not very receptive to his expensive gifts so finally he just gives up and gets you a bouquet of flowers and…

It’s the first time he’s ever seen you genuinely excited about a gift he’s gotten you.

Then you start explaining what the flowers mean and why the gift means so much to you and then it HITS him.

O H. The gift has to MEAN something. Okay, okay he can do that. He got LUCKY with the flowers but at least he KNOWS now.

Although he’s not great at it at first. How can he make a gift “mean” something??

He discovers he has to be more attentive to you to figure out what you like. It’s a little strange at first, Aventurine taking such an interest in you all of a sudden. Asking you about yourself, not so subtly trying to figure out what you like…it’s odd but you must admit that his gift-giving skills have gotten MUCH better.

He still has this problem with getting you the most expensive gifts he can possibly get but…at least you’re actually keeping his gifts now. And he does feel Very proud when you’re wearing those new sunglasses he bought you or maybe displaying stuff in your home that he’s given you.

Unfortunately you’ll never talk him out of spending too much money on you.

Now I’m having a vision of him taking you to a fancy restaurant and he hits you with, “one of everything for you, dear?” and you’re obviously like, “No??” and then he confidently orders you one of everything anyways.

“Aventurine we look ridiculous with ALL that food coming to our table…”

But the more I think about it…yeah, Aventurine likes looking and feeling rich. He likes spoiling you too. You don’t know how to explain that the whole “money can buy love” doesn’t work on you.

Ah well. It’s how he shows he loves you, so you can’t say too much about it.

Maybe he’ll eventually figure it out but somehow I doubt it haha. But at least his gifts have gotten SO much better!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Aventurine #Aventurine x reader #Hsr Aventurine x reader #honkai star rail Aventurine x reader

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proudahgase-exol · 6 months

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Exo reacting to the boys telling him he’s whipped for you

Minseok:

He was at home and had Jongdae and Baekhyun over he was doing the laundry when Baekhyun noticed some of your clothes so he took the opportunity to tease his hyung

“Hey that y/n clothes did she make you do her laundry now,” baekhyun said teasing

“Umm yes I’m doing my laundry and I saw she left some of her dirty clothes here from the last time she stayed over so I’m cleaning it” Minseok replied unbothered

“What else does she get you doing for her? Do you buy her pads too?” Baek asked again laughing now jongdae laughing as well

“Yes I have gone to get her some of her pads why is that funny Jongdae I know you have done the same or worse,” Minseok said rolling his eyes and smiling

“Eww I will never do that it will be so embarrassing,” Baek said making gagging noises

“I will be the one laughing when it’s you that does that,” Minseok said as he walked up to the laundry room.

Miseok didn’t mind doing your laundry because he knew you did him as well, he was just being the sweet boyfriend he is and didn’t care if his members made fun of him.

Junmyeon:

He was in London with the boys for a concert and they had a few days off so they went to explore when they got to a jewelry store junmyeon saw some earrings that thought would look good on you so he went and purchased them.

“You buying her more stuff? First, it was the keychain then the red dress now earrings. She got you whipped” Baekhyun said as he stood next to his leader

“I just the she will look good with them they go perfectly with her dress,” Junmyeon said smiling

“Yeah are you her sugar daddy too you have spent so much money on her,” Baekhyun said smiling

“She deserves everything and I want to give her a little gift anyway,” Junmyeon said as he gave the guy his credit card

“I wash it was her to have you spending money on me… she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Baekhyun said walking away

Who can blame the guy who loves to spoil you he might be whipped and he’s okay with it.

Yixing:

Lay loved sharing his stuff with everyone he didn’t mind letting the guy or you grab his clothes it was something normal for him but when Sehun came to complain about his favorite jacket being missing and then later found it on your body it got Lay laughing.

“Hyung why is y/n wearing my favorite jacket? I was supposed to use it tonight I’m going out with some friends and that jacket goes perfectly with my outfit tell her to give it back” Sehun said in a whiny tone

“Sorry but she got it first you can use any other jacket you like though,” Lay said smiling

“Oh come on if it was any of the other guys you would have asked them to take it off why does she get a free pass that’s so unfair,” Sehun said annoyed

“That’s because she’s the girlfriend he can’t say no to her and what she wants she gets that’s how whipped he is for her,” Jongdae said as he was walking past the two of them

“Yeah but that’s our jacket not hers so tell her to give it back” Sehun demanded like the spoiled brat he is

“Yeah that’s not happening he doesn’t have the heart to tell her to take it off plus she has more right to his clothes than you do,” Junmyeon said when he arias to Lay’s room

“That’s not fair hyung why did you have to be so whipped for a girl they are so annoying when I get a girlfriend I won’t let her use my stuff,” Sehun said walking over to Lay’s clothes and picking another jacket

“You will be like Lay or worst Mark my words Sehun,” Jongdae said walking away

Baekhyun:

The guys were at the mall buying new clothes and Chanyeol noticed that Baekhyun had a lot of matching clothes and he automatically knew who the other clothes were for.

“Hey Baekhyun are you buying matching clothes for your little girlfriend” the tall man teased

“Yeah way,” Baekhyun asked unbothered

“Aww that’s cute I remember you said that you will never be the type of couple,” Yeol said giggling

“Yeah well she asked if I could get this so I said why not” Bakhyeun said shy

“What else does she got you to do you have matching pajamas? Or matching phone case” Yeol said as he got Kai to make fun of Baekhyun too

“I’m sure he has matching phone cases or at last a shirt that says my queen,” Jongin said laughing

“Whatever if she’s happy then that’s all that matters,” Baekhyun said with a proud grin

Baekhyun knew he was whipped but he didn’t care if you said jump he would because your happiness is all that matters to him.

Jongdae:

Jongdae was at the dance practice texting you, you have been feeling sick for the past few days so he was worried about you. when you didn’t answer his texts he was so worried he called you and the boys heard him and when he got back they didn’t waste time and started to tease him.

“Is my baby okay do you want me to bring you medicine do you want chicken soup oppa can make it for you” Sehun said trying to mimic Jongdae’s voice

“It’s okay baby I’ll cuddle you lost when I get home make sure to drink water I love you darling” Junmyeon followed

“What’s with you guys,” Jongdae asked laughing

“Oh, you know just making fun of you, since when did you become whipped?” Kyungsoo asked

“Can’t I take care of my girlfriend?” He asked

“Yeah but you take it the extra mile you treat her like a baby she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Minseok said as he laughed

“That’s not true plus if you guys had a girlfriend you wouldn’t be talking,” Jongdae said smiling

Jongdae is whipped but he was only whipped for you he would do anything to make you smile he will give up everything if you ask him to that’s how much he loves you

Chanyeol:

Everyone knows he’s whipped he writes music about you but that’s what the boys know what they don’t is that his car and house are full of your stuff. You don’t live together but someone who didn’t know you guys would think that you do. Chanyeol makes sure he haves your toothbrush, hair products, and skincare products at his place in his car he haves hair ties and your fave lipgloss, and when the guys found out they were laughing their asses off.

“WOW Chanyeol you are something else you have everything you need for your girl that’s cute,” Sehun said as he got out of the car

“Wait till you see his bathroom he has her favorite hand soap, her skincare, and other stupid girl stuff,” Baekhyun said slapping Sehun back

“Ewww she has you so whipped,” Jongin said clapping his hands

“He’s so whipped he does everything she asks him to. If she wants him to carry her purse he will it’s cute but gross” Baekhyun said as he made kissing sounds

“Yeah yeah laugh all you want I’m just being a good boyfriend and a gentleman,” Chanyeol said blushing

“You wired dude that’s what you bring but go off,” Shun said smiling

After the guys were gone he called you to complain but you also agreed with them but you liked the fact he was whipped so now he doesn’t mind it too much.

Kyungsoo:

He was in the kitchen making your favorite food when Jongin walked in and whined about what he was cooking.

“Hyung were eating that? I was hoping to eat something like chicken,” Jongin said annoyed

“I'm cooking this for y/n not for you and if you want Chicken make it yourself,” Kyungsoo said

“ Lately you have only been cooking what y/n likes but not what I like or what the boys like” Jongin complain

“Well she’s asked if I could make her some of her favorite foods and I said yes so shut it,” Kyungsoo said annoyed

“You never do what I ask you to she does have you whipped chanyeol was right,” Jongin said disappoint

“What was he right about” Kyungsoo asked as he turned around

“That every since you started dating her she has you eating from the palm of her hand,” Jongin said

“I’ll kick his ass then I’ll kick yours now leave my kitchen before I smack you,” Kyungsoo said in a fake angry tone

Yes, he was whipped but didn't care he loves you and the boys have to deal with it.

Jongin:

He hates shearing his clothes specialty his fancy expensive ones he doesn't let anyone touch them and the boys knew it but when they saw you in Jongin’s Gucci hoodie they were quick to complain

“Hey that’s not fair why does she get to wear your clothes but not us?” Sehun asked in disbelief

“Yeah what’s so good about her that she gets the privilege to use your clothes” Baekhyun followed

“She’s my girlfriend there for she gets the privilege to wear whatever she pleases,” Jongin said happily

“Every since you started dating her you become so whipped it’s like you're a whole new person,” Chanyeol said eyeing him

“Yeah she got you so whipped it’s disgusting we want the old jongin back,” Kyungsoo said laughing

“You guys are just jealous she gets to wear what you can’t so stray jealous,” Jongin said sticking his tongue out to them and walking away

He is whipped and he loves it, it makes him feel like a good boyfriend like he’s doing everything right.

Sehun:

Junmyeon was hanging out with Sehun and he noticed how you were scolding him for making a mess and not cleaning up after himself he apologized and kissed you and even made Aegyo for you he thought it was funny and cute he didn’t know Sehun had this soft side. he knew by the way he looked at you that he was so in love that he was whipped for you so what did Junmyeon do? He teased him.

“Aww Jagiya sorry I’ll clean up don’t be angry,” Junmyeon said trying to mock him

“Stop it’s not funny,” Sehun said whining

“Oh you so whipped you didn’t even try to fight back like you usually do she told you to do the dishes and you almost said Yes ma’am it's so cute how whipped you are for that girl,” Junmyeon said laughing

“I’m not whipped and I’m only doing it because she asked me nicely,” Sehun said as he rolled his eyes

“Keep denying it you and I both know how in love you are and that you will do anything she asks you to,” Junmyeon said laughing hard

Yes, Sehun was whipped but he will deny it if anyone asks him.

—Well this was trash 😸 if you like any of my work please like and reblog 💕

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adventuringblind · 8 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter 12.1: More group texts

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: some more chaotic group texts for your enjoyment

Warnings: Sexual innuendo and utter chaos

Notes: My notes are screaming at me to stop

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Masterlist

Oscar the Unfazed

Y/N: Lando, I swear on your favorite McLaren hoodie that if you don't fix this right now, I will not hesitate to break your bones.

Maxy: care to share with the group?

Lan: I may have sent a few messages to Oscar from her phone 🫣

Charlie: and you did this why?

Lan: Because I want my girlfriend and my teammate to get along?

Y/N: Lies and slander

Y/N: it's fine now though

Y/N: he said thanks for the compliment

Lan: That's it?

Charlie: wdym that it? What did you say?!

Y/N: he called Oscar the 'epotime of male physique'

Maxy: lan...

Maxy: you out yourself in these situations and now I have to do something about it

Charlie: I have so many ideas after the stunt he pulled with Carlos yesterday

Lan: before I get my ass whooped can we all agree that Oscar is unfazed by everything???

We should start a band

Lan: So here me out

Lan: we should start a band

Maxy: I have no musical talent

Y/N: Charlie would be sore from carrying us

Oscar: I can play the kazoo

Charlie: I forgot he's here now

Charlie: genuinely panicked

Oscar: I feel so loved -_-

Charlie: What would we be called anyway?

Y/N: Charlie and the untalented

Lan: the music man plus friends

Maxy: Charles and the Ferrari strategist

Oscar: why that one?

Maxy: Because similar to them, we also would not be helping Charles in any way

Oscar's first post race celebration

Y/N: I feel like at this rate Max is going to get a complex

Y/N: And it's not fair. I don't even get to join in anymore :(

Charlie: But you like being told what to do? So Max winning is a good thing, no?

Lan: He makes a point

Lan: Last time I placed higher then them you cried

Maxy: We all cried because you tease for to long

Oscar: I've been informed I'm invited to whatever this is?

Charlie: 👀

Charlie: did Lando explain?

Oscar: Indeed, he did ;)

Maxy: whatever he told you is a lie

Maxy: he's not innocent

Oscar: as I've found

Y/N: 🫢

Charlie: oh please share, Chéri

Oscar: I think you underestimate me

Oscar: I may be the youngest, but I am certainly not fazed by Lando

Y/N: Did you actually manage to make him behave???

Y/N: Oscar has my respect

Lan: It's not what you think it is

Maxy: and here I thought those marks were from us

Maxy: Nice work Oscar

Y/N: Lan... there's three of them now

Lan: means triple the fun ;)

Oscar and Daniel

Oscar: I have a question

Lan: yes?

Oscar: Does Daniel know?

Charlie: unfortunately yes

Charlie: he lacks any kind of boundaries

Maxy: If he touches you, I'm obligated to throw punches

Oscar: Do I want to know what happened?

Y/N: Max and Charlie traumatized him

Maxy: well deserved mind you

Maxy: he ignored boundaries and hurt Land and Y/N

Oscar: ohhhhh

Oscar: Lando mentioned this once

Oscar: I remember it vividly because he didn't say all the details, but I got mildly protective

Lan: It was his quartet awakening

Lan: if we're not careful we're going to get the entire grid

Charlie: Absolutely not

Maxy: Daniel is a no

Y/N: good thing he's not on the grid then 👀

Y/N: For now at least

Maxy: WHAT DO YOU KNOW??

True Crime

Lan: I'm scared

Charlie: why? Did the cats get mad at you again?

Lan: No

Lan: Y/N and Oscar are watching a true crime documentary and it's scary

Maxy: we're living with a superhero

Maxy: I promised Charles we'd have dinner tonight

Maxy: well be home in a couple of hours so play nice until then

Y/N: Lan, in hindsight, this helps protect us if you think about it

Oscar: exactly because we'll know what to look for

Oscar: and how to hide a body

Someone is late

Maxy: the jet was supposed to take off ten minutes ago

Maxy: explain to me why Y/N and Charles are the only ones here

Lan: uh.... Oscar overslept

Lan: definitely no other reason

Y/N: you stayed in Oscar's room last night

Y/N: did you nit wake him up?

Lan: but he looks so peaceful

Os: I'm litterally awake

Os: don't pin this on me

Charlie: somone better explain

Maxy: at this point I don't care

Maxy: just get here or I'm leaving you two behind

Os: it's Landos fault

Os: Someone decided to try something ridiculous

Charlie: what else is new?

Maxy: estimated time then? Do you two need help?

Os: with help maybe 10 minutes. Without help then possible another hour

Y/N: I saw you two just now and Lando I don't understand how you managed to bend like that

Y/N: you're so lucky I lobe you

Maxy: next time please pull stupid stunts when we're home

I'm still learning

Y/N: when were you guys going to tell me that school lasts all day?

Y/N: I wish I could've gone to school

Os: I won't speak for everybody, but my school was good aside from the part where I wanted to do anything else

Lan: it's not as good as you might think

Charlie: Most of us didn't go to regular school or had to drop out

Maxy: Seb used to make me and Y/N do some sort of educational activity together

Maxy: So I'd say my school was great later on.

Os: Wait, did you not go to school Y/N?

Y/N: Did I not tell you guys?

Y/N: I didn't leave my property for 15 years

Max: she was really clueless

Charlie: Actually, how did you learn? Like to read and write and do math?

Y/N: As much as I hate him, my dad is incredibly smart

Maxy: no your dad is evil

Lan: try disturbed

Charlie: should be burned at the stake

Os: slowly cut up into tiny peices

Y/N: you guys are scaring me...

Sweatshirt roulette

Maxy: remember how we said we weren’t going to put Oscar in a compromising situation?

Charlie: Yes

Y/N: Yes

Lan: Yes

Os: Yes

Maxy: then why on earth have the lovely papaya duo swapped sweatshirts?

Lan:…………..

Os: in out defense our sweatshirts are practically the same

Y/N: aren’t you four in the driver briefing??

Charlie: Yes and Logan has been snickering behind them nonstop

Lan: I was wondering why it smelled different

Os: and you didn’t say anything?

Lan: Idk maybe you slept in it or something?

Maxy: Logan whispered something… tell me what it was -_-

Os: He started singing the Pokémon theme song

Os: Then he said I’ve been caught

Lewis & Seb

Lewis: Can you come get the kids? they are being chaotic again and its scaring me

Seb: Your an Adult

Seb: Just tell them to stop

Lewis: Max is chasing Daniel through the paddock

Lewis: Nvm

Lewis: He caught him and is dragging him off somewhere.

Seb: Not surprising

Lewis: that’s concerning…

Lewis: I swear they are like hormonal teenagers

Lewis: And your daughter is collecting drivers like Pokémon.

Seb: and you weren’t like that at their age?

Seb: I remember a few times where I caught you doing things

Lewis: I thought you said you’d never bring that up!

Seb: Yet here we are

Seb: complain about them again, and I won't hesitate to tell all five exactly what you were like

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lov3m3darling · 1 year

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Friendship Bracelets (Howdy Pillar x Reader)

Heyy! So I wanna start trying to write some stuff for the other characters and I can't help but notice there's not NEARLY enough stuff written about Howdy! I mean look at him! HE IS PRECIOUS 🐛💚

Anyways, an idea just popped into my head! What if you were hanging out with Eddie and making some crafts and decided to make friendship bracelets for you and your bestest friends..? What could go wrong?

You guys are friends in this, but you do have a crush on each other💚

No warnings for this one and reader is gn of course 😊

💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚

Making stuff with Eddie was one of your favorite things to do in The Neighborhood. It was how you managed stress and anxiety, plus it gave you a chance to make fun gifts for your friends!

Well...and Howdy, of course.

You did consider Howdy a friend, but lately you found yourself thinking about him a little too often and staring just a little too much when you'd go to help out at the Bugdega.

You'd tell each other jokes in between customers, he usually let you have snacks and such for free, and he was always fussing over you. He was very insistent about taking breaks and he never let you carry the heavy crates...

Come to think of it...it almost seemed like he liked you, too!

You shook those thoughts away just as quickly as they'd entered as Eddie held up the flower crown he'd been making.

"What do you think, (y/n)? More daisies? Less daisies? ...does Frank even LIKE daisies?!"

You gave him a knowing smile.

"I don't really think it matters, Ed. Frank is going to love it no matter what because it came from you"

Eddie blushed and smiled down at the crown.

"You're right...hey, how are those bracelets coming along?"

"Huh? Oh! ...oh dear"

It was then that you realized you'd made far too many. You were personalizing them for each neighbor, but because you spent so long thinking of Howdy, you'd accidentally made him 4 of them!

Eddie laughed and gave you the very same knowing smile you'd given him.

"Well...Howdy DOES have 4 arms. One for each! I'm sure he'll get a real kick out of that"

You hoped so, because if he questioned it, you'd die of embarrassment on the spot.

Glancing at the clock, you realized it was nearly time for your shift at the store, and you wanted to make sure everyone got their bracelets before you headed off.

You gave Eddie his on the way out. It was the same colors as his postman uniform, with a charm of a butterfly hanging right next to one of an envelope. He rolled his eyes.

"Gosh, wonder what that's supposed to mean"

"I don't know, but I think I accidentally put an envelope on Frank's bracelet too. Oopsies!"

You snickered and skipped out the door as he glared playfully after you.

Barnaby happened to be walking by, and you waved to him.

"Hey Barnaby! I made you something!"

He stopped and smiled at you.

"A present? For me?"

You nodded, holding out the colorful bracelet with a hotdog charm. His tail wagged as he slipped it over his paw.

"Aw, shucks (y/n), ain't this just perfect? And just the right size for a little guy like me!"

You shook your head and laughed before Barnaby picked you up in a big bear (beagle) hug.

"Hey, have you seen Wally? I made him one too"

"Sorry, kid. Haven't seen him all day"

Suddenly a swirl of blue hair popped up over Barnaby's shoulder.

"Uh, Barny?" you said, pointing to it.

"Huh? I got a bug on me or something?"

He turned around so you could check, and there was Wally hanging onto Barnaby's back.

"Something like that. Wally, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Wally's back there?"

Wally smiled.

"Looks like I win, Barnaby"

A look of realization crossed Barnaby's face and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, that's right...we were playing hide and seek, huh? Fair enough, buddy, you win"

He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a nice red apple. Wally hopped down from Barnaby's back and took it, staring at it contently.

"Oh, you wanted to give me something (y/n)?"

"Ah, yes, I made you a friendship bracelet!"

You fished it out of your pocket and gave it to him. It was red and blue with an apple charm hanging from it. He took it, but seemed slightly confused.

"That's a very small apple"

"That's because it's not real, pal. You're supposed to wear it on your wrist" Barnaby explained.

Wally seemed to understand, and slipped it on.

Everyone else loved theirs too! Julie's nearly flew off from all the happy stimming she did when you gave it to her, and Frank said friendship bracelets were dumb but accepted it anyway (you're absolutely positive you saw them wearing it later on, along with Eddie's flower crown).

Eventually, only 4 remained and it was time to head to the Bugdega. Weirdly, you felt kind of...nervous? Flustered? Hard to say, but you sure were shaky when you walked in.

"Heya, (y/n)! Right on time as always!"

You smiled and grabbed your orange apron, tying it around your back and joining Howdy behind the counter.

"So, what's new?"

You looked down at your shoes anxiously and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, actually I just came from Eddie's..."

"Ooh, craft time eh? What'd you make?"

"I made everyone friendship bracelets just for them...including you"

"Me? Golly, (y/n), you shouldn't have! Let's see it!"

You pulled them out of your pocket and held them up to him. You waited for him to laugh at you or ask why there were so many, but when you dared to sneak a look up at his face, it was bright red.

"4 of them..?"

"F-For each arm! S-See, this one has a caterpillar charm...and this one is a little shopping bag...and this one is a heart-"

A HEART?! You must have clipped that one on while you were daydreaming!

Your whole body flushed and you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

A smile spread across his face slowly and he grabbed you up in a huge hug, all of his arms wrapping around you.

"I love them..."

Later on, as Howdy was stocking shelves, he looked down at them and smiled once more, hearts in his eyes and a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"They really are something..." he whispered to himself as he watched you wipe down the counter.

Maybe one day, he told himself, he would tell you how he felt...

But regardless, he never took them off

💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚🐛🧡🐛💚

Anyone else think Howdy would be a good dad? Idk he gives off dad vibes and he is quite large.

I trust him with my life tbh

ANYWAYYY hope ya'll like this 💚

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar fanfic #howdy pillar x you #eddie dear #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle

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delcakoo · 2 years

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no but a dual palace with the yang and nishimura families, where Riki and Jungwon aren’t too keen on honouring and sharing the throne. however, they will honour and share reader as their town bestie WITHOUT hesitation. I picture the trio similarly to your prince!jungwon imagine, their interactions would be seen as controversial because cross-class friendships aren’t really a thing. plus the next kings just so happened to confide in someone who’s from the lowest class. I want to add more, but my thoughts are all over and I’d prefer if you would add your ideas 😭 and how you picture this trio (a lil headcanon), IF you are comfortable.

oof the tags didnt work on this one so i hope u see it still anon :(

mini part 2

ANON OMF PLS BE ONE OF MY ANONS PLSPLSPLSJDNDBJD ur so creative i love this?!? ofc i will add some of my thoughts >:D it kinda ended with 800+ words and a poly relationship so if you didnt want that just ignore the end jehdjdb 😭 tysm for the fun request ily <33

despite being a mere baker smack in the middle of town with your parents, you just happened to be best friends with the two young princes of your home

it all started when your family were assigned baking a 5 layer cake for jungwon’s 18th birthday

and as a thank you, your family was invited to join the party despite being lower class

giving you the chance to hang out with the two princes, who ended up getting along with you more than well :D

neither jungwon or niki had plans to share their crown or find any friends beside each other but !!

you guys truly became peas in a pod

your days usually went like this:

wake up, have breakfast and head downstairs to start rolling dough n’ make pastries with your parents

then at 9 on the dot, the shop opens and customers start flooding in :’)

if you were lucky, niki or jungwon would sneak out and come visit you even though it was deFinitelY forbidden for princes to be wandering around the town without at least a bodyguard 🧌

but once you were finally off your shift, you often went to spend the day with the boys anyway

the guards at the palaces entrance definitely know and love you by now

“hi y/n!” the guard you’ve come to know as taehyung waves cheerfully

“hi tae! have you seen won or niki?”

inwardly he was just shocked at how casually you addressed the princes

the boy ponders for a moment, “i think they’re playing soccer in the back garden? not sure.”

they were definitely playing soccer

and forced YOU to be their referee while they have a ridiculous 1v1 🧍

“y/n! did you see that? he literally puLLEd my shirt! that’s not allowed right?” niki barks

meanwhile you were just picking weeds out of the ground

“huh? oh uh..yeah! yellow card jungwon!!”

“what!? no fair! niki literally shoved me to the ground earlier!”

“yeah, well thats ‘cause i’m her favorite, idiot.”

jungwon gasps in disbelief, “now that’s just a lie.”

both of them look at you in desperation for an answer, only to see you off in your own world on the grass

so much for being their referee

“fine, whoever scores the next goal is y/ns favorite!”

sigh

they were menaces but YOUR menaces <3

contrary to the palace guards, both jungwon and niki’s parents have been on the verge of banning you from seeing their sons on multiple occasions, claiming you were a ‘bad influence’

if only they knew 90% of the pranks the three of you pulled were mr nishimura’s ideas 🤨🤨

however you weren’t really phased since a lot of the maids around the castle also frowned upon seeing you with their princes

you’d be absolutely rACING around the castle on niki’s back, won running next to you guys while a poor woman that you’d pranked chased the three of you down 😞

another thing

as the three of you got closer, the boys became extremely protective over you

there was a pretty town boy that had recently moved nearby, and he started visiting the bakery more and more after he was introduced to you by your mother

your poor parents just wanted you to have a friend that wasn’t literal royalty 💀

but this did NOT please either of your best friends

it made you wonder if they saw you as more than friends, considering the way they’d handled the situation:

“oh yeah, and you might won’t believe it, but i think i’m actually making a real friend besides you guys!”

the speed in which they looked at each other like: 😃😨😧😱😐😐😐

“—like no offence, you’re both my best friends still, but it’s kinda hard when—“

“who? who is this friend?” niki interrupts

jungwon looked much more calm, but he was definitely sending you a glare even harsher than the younger prince

“his name’s jake, he’s a bit taller than jungwon, brown hai—“

one of them sprung up from his seat dramatically

the other nearly fainted in jealousy at the words ‘taller than jungwon’ ☹️

“does he know i’m 6’2?” niki demands

jungwon is fidgeting like a toddler, “jake..” he mutters with a pout, “what a lame name!”

“wh— you guys haven’t even met him! why’re you being so mean?!”

you were a little oblivious

literally the day after that it just so happENEd that jungwon and niki strolled into your bakery just as jake had a few minutes ago

for some reason the two idiots are wearing their CROWNS ???

poor jake is just 🧍 as they walk over to give you a hug

which also gives you the chance to ask them what the hell they’re doing

“we’re asserting dominance y/n,” niki explains

jungwon facepalms but still nods in agreement when you look his way

jake tries his best to offer a smile “so.. who’re you guys?”

“they’re the princes of the yang and nishimura family!” you announce to him proudly

“yeah, her boyfriend,” niki wraps his arm around your shoulder, eyes squinted in intimidation

“boyfriends!” jungwon corrects quickly

jake was never seen in your bakery again 💔

this was supposed to be soft hours for 1.8k followers but jshjdnc guys send more fantasy aus like this its so fun

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rainymoodlet · 1 year

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Or, how an otherwise incredibly private man came out to the world because when I play-tested his first challenge he physically refused to flirt with women.

Kiss Me in Komorebi 🌹 New Save+

Below you'll find an explanation of why I'm starting this Challenge from the ground up, an apology for my former applicants, and the form to follow for your submissions! Thank you for indulging me for so long in my obsession with this blorbo of mine.

Why the plus? Because otomes will smack lil' plus signs on updated versions of their dating games, and I'm a dork.

Deadline for applications is April 1st! 🌸

Let's be real - I bit off a little more than I could chew the first time around! This new version of KMIK will feature gameplay-heavy storytelling with posed scenes in-between!

I want to make it up to the applicants who waited so long to see this Bachelor Challenge come to fruition, and I genuinely want Daniel to have a fair shot at meeting someone truly meant for him - so I'm opening twenty one slots: seven for my former Contestants (two of which are taken by Daithi Calloway and Josiah Bolton), seven for my former Outsiders, and seven slots for new sims! Of course, the final number will be decided by the number of slots filled!

These three houses will rotate group dates and challenges with Daniel as he whittles down the numbers. In-universe, Dan hates the spotlight of fame, and was an incredibly private man (bar his new cult following on SimTok) before being influenced to be the star of his own Bachelor Challenge by his (well-meaning) agent and siblings. He went into this in the hopes that the contracted work would mean he'd not have to worry about his mother's health bills or his nieces and nephews' college funds for a little while.

However, when he got actual applications in, pictures of real sims who had applied just for the chance to meet him, to fall in love with him... well, it gave him a cold shock of reality. After a period of radio silence, the studio released a statement that said Daniel was deeply sorry, but that he wanted to give this a fair shot, and that meant he'd have to be more open and honest about himself than he was ever comfortable being.

🌸 THE APPLICATION 🌸

Name: Age: (lifestage and number, please) Traits: Aspiration: - please feel free to include any fun facts about your sim that you'd like to list! - i'm a dork and i love writing prompts based on the autonomous actions sims choose in-game. developing your sims' skills and likes will help them act more like themselves! - i will be using height sliders when i can, so feel free to include your sim's height! (for posing/gameplay purposes)

Please tag your application with #kmikapp! 🌸

Though I am excited for this clean start, I do want to apologize to all of my former applicants - both for the time it took for me to go through the acceptance process, and the time it took you waiting for me to get back to my desktop... only to learn that the sims you made weren't even going to be used. Believe me, I am no stranger to the loss of a Challenge sim: and I hope that by offering you all an automatic spot in this new save, I can make it up to you a little!

The two existing male contestants (Daithi Calloway by @buglaur and Josiah Bolton by @retro-plasma) will remain in the competition, seeing as they were already written to participate as contestants. But given that I'm forgoing the Outsiders concept for the ease of the Bachelor Challenge format, I thought I would offer all of my Outsider applicants the chance to make contestants! As some of my former participants are inactive, I thought this was the best way to reach out - I am really going to be better about talking one-on-one, though.

ANYWAY, I'm so excited to go on this journey with Daniel, and I can only hope you guys are as eager to see what awaits us as I am! Thank you for reading this far - let's try this again, shall we? 🌹

@hauntedtrait @kawaiishitty @wastelandwhisperer @occultpuppy @gothoffspring @foxsimthings @king-tower @morrigan-sims @akitasimblr @wormsimblr @10000and1dreams

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 bachelor challenge #ts4 screenshots #simblr #ts4 challenge #sim: daniel #;kmik #oh my god okay so when i tell you i am terrified to post this dfhf why does it look like ~ g r a p h i c d e s i g n i s m y p a s s i o n #i am terrified of confrontation so here!!! learn ur sims were for nothin with this fun goofy ahh post #but seriously i am so excited to show you all more of dan #and more of what i can do #and i think following neluun's model of weeding out a crop of sims from a good variety #so that dan can meet who will really compliment him #is just the best plan moving forward #NO it doesnt make SENSE bc technically its seven more SIMS #but lbr i wont get twenty one submissions hddjkdf its just so that #all of my former applicants will have a guaranteed space ;u;#bc i feel HORRENDOUSLY GUILTY :))))#but also... still made a fancy graphic so #dkfklsd okay i will shut up #BLEASE LOVE MY DUMB HIMBO COWBOY #HIM SAD

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howlonomy · 2 months

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Here it is:

Alright, the Lore Shit: After killing Zenith Martlet and absorbing Asgore's SOUL, Clover decided to kill literally everyone in the Underground (minus the Ruins since they can't get back there) to make sure that any humans to fall in the future can't be killed by them (their ass was NOT listening to Flowey about how the Barrier works). So the constant release of ambient magic from the killed monsters plus them having Asgore's SOUL started to, slowly but surely, turn them into a Monster (and because of how slow it was, they didn't have any balance issues with the tail). Unknown to them, Asgore's SOUL had been collecting that magic, which is what caused them to change. They don't even realize that they've transformed since, as Sans states, they have distanced themself so much by having a LOVE of 20 that they don't even really seem to be there (also they have not looked in a mirror, no "It's you"s to be seen here)

For some reason I thought of this too, but their theme would either be straight up Enemy Retreating or a remixed All's Fair (which I have decided to call "Is It Fair?")

Stats: Same as always for the same reason, it just makes sense here.

Check: DOUBLE MEANING ALERT! DOUBLE MEANING ALERT! WEEWOO WEEWOO!

Sorry, but yeah. Traitor in the sense of "You killed everyone who cares for me" and "You killed all* the monsters while also being a monster" (a "You have become the very thing you swore to destroy" moment if ever there were). And "Justice" because killing people is never justice (unless it's the death penalty and ruled by a court of law but eh, semantics)

FLAVOR TEXT BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHT THIS OUT WAY TOO MUCH:

Clover seems hesitant.

Clover can't seem to attack!

Are they... crying?

Because this fight is from the POV of a Pacifist Ending Clover (most likely in between exploring Ceroba's house and meeting up with Martlet on top off UG Apartments, again I have thought this out way too much) that means that nmm!Clover is fighting a human, which they really don't want to do, especially since that human is themself, so they hesitate and sometimes just straight up don't attack (I thought about including Familiarity again, but decided against it just so that I could have new material, it would absolutely fit, though)

Also, fun little fact I guess, but this is a complete inversion of the dt!Clover vs. nm!Clover fight! A murderous monster Clover fighting a pacifistic human Clover, and BOTH don't want to fight this time!

I realize that this may be a bit much considering this IS your au, but I can't help it when my brain starts thinking of this stuff, and it's so cool that I can't NOT draw it and share it.

ANYWAYS now I only have like one idea left. I am so close, but I will probably gain like seven others as soon as it's done, oh well. Enjoy!

WHAAAAATTT ALL OF THIS IS SO FUN???? the concept of slowly turning into the thing you swore to destroy is SOOO EVERYTHING…. and the play on alls fair??!??!? literally insane i am obsessed with it being called is it fair. because its not but i imagine nmm!clover being so distraught about being turned into a creature they hate and having to fight themselves. but its almost like penance for what they did.

AND THE INVERSE IS SO FUNNNN so many interesting new dynamics there; like if this fight took place before the final ceroba fight, clover wouldnt be nearly as close with everyone. sure, theyre angry at nmm!clover but also. they get it. im sure they would understand where they were coming from.

AARUGHHH THIS IS SO FUN I LOVE THIS LITTLE IDEA!!! ITS SO RICH IN CHARACTER AND LITTLE FLAVOR TEXTS

#asked and answered #monster clover au #mcau au #DIES. I LOVE THE LITTLE THINGS…. IT ALWAYS PULLS IT TOGETHER #the theme name. the flavor text. the stats. SIGHS!!!!!!

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nerdieforpedro · 5 months

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Patrolling on Christmas

Joel Miller x plus size female reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Summary: Joel prefers patrol rather to be around others at Christmas, even after spending a few years in Jackson. He’s paired up with you on patrol and it’s not so bad. If asked, he may even say fair.

Warnings: Post outbreak, cursing, Joel is a grump, depression, survivors’ remorse/guilt, jokes about The Bard, damn knees and back, a fall, minor injury, ending fluff

Notes: I wanted to write Christmas Joel. I was going for sweet & happy. Post-outbreak Joel cropped up and my post shift mood determined that This is The Way. Merry Christmas 🎄 It’s got a sliver of sweet.

“Patrol can wait a day Joel. I don’t get why you’re still so damn weird about Christmas. It’s just all of us gathering at the Tipsy Bison and talking shit. No one’s going to ask you to do anything, not even me for fuck’s sake.” Elle threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

“...Language Elle.” Joel reminded her.

“I mean, I agree, language, but she’s right. There’s other people on rotation who can-” Tommy with his arms crossed explains, trying to put on a stern face. Doesn’t affect Joel at all.

“Shut it. I said I’m goin’. That’s it. See you tonight.” Heavy boots stepped out of the house and stopped on the porch looking back. “Have fun. Stay out of trouble.” With that, he adjusted the rifle that was over his shoulder and made his way to the perimeter to meet up with his patrol partner. He was expecting Sam or John but tried to control his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. He thought you’d join the others at the festivities.

Just like in the world before the outbreak, no one wanted to work holidays. The few holidays that were still celebrated anyway. Joel volunteered in part because the holidays always reminded him of the people he’d lost and it kept his brain from wandering to the dark recesses of his mind. If he kept busy, followed tasks and tired himself to the point of exhaustion, he’d briefly say goodnight to Elle and collapse in his bed. Then he may be blessed with the void of sleep, where his mistakes and failings may not play back through his head because he’s shut down.

The former smuggler wasn’t disappointed or annoyed that you’d be patrolling with him. In fact, it was likely best. You alternated between silence and run-on sentences about any and everything. That also removed his thoughts from being on himself. He even found himself chuckling on occasion at something you’d say that he found funny. He knew you didn’t mean it to come out that way, but hearing about horoscopes that you thought you remembered and comparing them with Maria and the other ladies based on some old papers they’d found was weird as it was ridiculous to Joel. It was good to have a bit of silliness in this hopeless world.

The both of you checked your weapons, you had a revolver in addition to your rifle. You said that you won it in a bet with Fred that Joel would ‘fire’ you as a patrol partner. Joel was curious as to why. You didn’t look directly at him when you told him why. Your gift of gab and keeping things light as well as your build which was short, stocky and thought to be poor for evading clickers, raiders and hunters. Fred wasn’t wrong in that respect outright, but you’d learned to either hide well or improve your aim to prevent them from getting to you.

Joel noted that Fred was a bigger asshole than he thought.

“Doesn't matter. What does is that I get the job done and come home. Let’s go.” Joel followed your lead, it seemed the bet you’d have with Fred had spurred action in you, not a bad thing, but it’s best to keep a cool head.

“Keep focused. Raiders and clickers don’t give two shits about Christmas.” Joel adjusted his rifle again as the two of you walked, it was a familiar path around the Jackson settlement. Shorter than normal patrol.

“I almost thought Elle was with me instead of you Miller with you talking like that.” A light laugh made Joel feel more at ease. ‘That’s more like normal. Am I sounding like Elle? Dammit.’ He wondered if he needed to worry about his own language use. The sun was high behind the clouds, peeking through every so soften as the crunch of grass and dirt was heard from both of your boots.

You still weren’t saying much and Joel had no clue what to say to get you talking. He suggested about halfway that you both sit on a rock. You offered it to him first on account of his knees. Joel’s face contorted into a scowl and refused to sit until you sat down first. When you saw that he was serious, you sat down and patted the space left on the rock and he took his seat next to you. The elder Miller brother turned away from you to keep an eye out as you did on your side. His knees stopped screaming at him that they ached, they only whispered now.

The crisp air reminded Joel that he was alive. His hair flopped with the wind, his eyes squinting slightly to get a better look at the trees and lake in the distance. He flexed and relaxed his fingers, feeling calm when he should be on high alert. Sometimes Joel found himself concerned that he wasn’t built for a calmer life. That he desired the chaos of the unknown instead of the predictability of the commune “Tommy refused to call a spade a spade. The damn place is nice, but it is a commune…” Joel muttered aloud grinning, he recalled discussing it with his brother and him being so adamant about it.

“I mean, a rose by any other name is, well not a rose. I feel like it's supposed to be more poetic than that.” Her answer made Joel turn his head slightly before keeping his face front, he still needs to be aware of any threats.

“I never had much use for The Bard. Especially now. The hell’s that pentameter shit gonna do with a clicker?”

“I’m surprised you remember that Joel. I just remember Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Tights and Plays, I think.”

“Full of surprises darlin’, even with these sore knees.” The broad man stood as you turned to look back at him. Hair bouncing on his head and a wry smile on his face. “We should get a move on, ya good?” He saw you nod and stand, though he couldn’t quite make out the look on your face. Maybe he did really surprise you, the thought alone made Joel put a half a pep in his step. His knees would be back to screeching soon enough. This time around you let him lead as you chatted about what the both of you knew about Shakesphere, neither of you remembered much so the two of you started making up things that he may put in a Christmas play.

“There’s gotta be some weird trickster spirit fairies that give good children presents and punish bad children. Plus ghosts, there’s usually a ghost.”

“Hamlet’s daddy came back as a ghost right? Might be a dead relative of whoever the play’s ‘bout. Also need a big feast. There’s also food.”

“Don’t talk about food Joel, I’m going to be even more hungry.”

“They always have turkey legs and grapes and wine at those things I think. I feel like that’s what was always in them plays as props.”

“You’ve seen a Sharkesphere play?”

There was a moment where Joel was quiet. “Now Darlin’ keep this to yourself. I maybe was one of those cousins of Romeo or Juliet. Don’t ‘member which one thou.” he heard you stop walking and looked to see what was wrong. Your face was beaming with this piece of information. Joel almost regretted it, but still wanted you to know. He needed not to think about why, he’d go back in the recesses of his mind again that connected to those emotions. They’re locked away to keep him functioning. “Told ya we gotta move. I’ll leave you right there.” He began walking again and heard your steps move to catch up with him.

It was when the gate to Jackson was within view. It was another period of silence after finishing the conversation about the bard and you asking several questions about Joel’s short stint in acting. He said it didn’t suit him and continued with football. You then asked if maybe he sang since they can sometimes go hand in hand. That wasn’t what did it, Joel heard you tell him that he had the voice for it. Sure it was a little raspy, but what he was able to communicate in verbal and non-verbal cues suited some songs.

Joel Miller is not an easy man to surprise. He’s seen too much, done too much and been through too much for that. At least he thought he had, and when he stopped walking, his foot got caught on some underbrush and he tried to break his fall. His left hand hitting a sharp rock and he went down. Would he be able to get up? How badly was he injured? He didn’t feel his knees right now…nope, never mind. He felt them, even more than before. He heard you yell and move by his side, he was slightly out of it and you weren’t able to lift him all the way.

“Sweetheart, don’t ruin your back. Gimmie a few.” He told you, sure he was embarrassed but he could sulk about that later. Joel really did need to get off the ground. It was cold, he was sore and anything could happen. He’s completely open. Slowly, he rolled on his side and sat up with a loud groan. The worried look on your face made him sigh, he’s supposed to be the experienced one here and he falls right in front of home basically. “Hands darlin’.” Joel stretched his large hands toward yours and you pulled him up, using your body weight to force him upright. He hopped up and took a minute to adjust, large hands holding your small ones. Joel knew he held them a few seconds more than was necessary, but he told himself it was to ensure he was steady so he wouldn’t fall again. But he knew it wasn’t, and it was no help when you decided to walk at side by side with one of your hands on his back. Normally he’d fight you on it as he did with the rock, but he doesn’t mind it being there and understands that you’re trying to help.

Your hand left Joel’s back when you two could see the guards at Jackson’s gate. Joel decided the least he could do was walk you back to your house after reporting in. Nothing unusual, no raiders or clickers. No news was good news. Your house is smaller than Joel’s, it is meant for one person. A small wreath is on your door with a red and gold bow.

“Maria said I had to put something on my door. I’ve never been much for decorating. You have to put it away later.” You explained and unlocked your door, letting him in. You had a couch, kitchen, cabinet with a few books and a dented wooden globe. Tommy had let you keep it and you weren the only person interested in it so he said it was fine you took the thing. All of them had pieces of garland on them. “Sit down Joel, I’m gonna wrap your hand.”

Joel instead walked over to the sink and rinsed his hand under some cold water. “Nah darlin’ you’ve done plenty.” Apparently, you’d had a small first-aid kit. Joel wondered what you may have traded to get one, or what you may have done to earn one.

“If you won’t sit, then I’ll wrap it while you stand. You might want to be nice to your knees though. I won’t have you falling in here.” You’re teasing him, he doesn’t hate it. Joel resigns himself to his fate and plops on your couch, noting some mistletoe on the wooden post next to the loveseat he just sat on. It looked like it was slapped up there. “Maria and Kelly decorated, hence all the garland, I never noticed that though.” Your eyes rolled and you sat next to Joel and took some supplies out of the kit, dabbing and cleaning his hand before adding some clean gauze and wrapping it. You taped it and Joel complemented your work, it was better that it was covered as to stave off an infection. He knew he didn’t need anything like that.

Not thinking about it, Joel patted your thigh before standing up, “Thanks darlin’. Didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’ll be on my way.” He realized he needed to go. It’s been too long any he can’t. He needs to wrap his head around this if he can. Maybe not his head. He just made room for Elle in his heart, would he have room for you too? Did you even want to be there? You’re friendly and talkative with everyone, it just seems special because Joel is aware of how prickly he is. But you’re not treating him differently, he’s reading into it. He may be heavily starved for companionship.

Those heavy boots of his start to carry him toward your door. He’s bid you goodbye, but you grab his arm. “Darlin’ I-”

“Joel, wait.” He closes his eyes for a moment, then stops. His boots step toward you, Joel looks down at you, trying to discover what’s on your face, but it’s something he recognizes - longing. “Could I just, just close your eyes Joel.” He shakes his head, but your grip on his arm doesn’t wane, he allows his body to relax with an exhale.

“S’alright. Don’t feel ya hafta do-”

“I don’t have to do anything. Yes, I know. Just close your eyes will you? This is the most I’ve heard you talk today Joel.” He ended up bending forward slightly, tipping his chin down and his face toward you. A pair of soft lips touched his cheek, right above his graying beard. “M-Marry Christmas Joel. That’s all I wanted to do.”

A smirk spread on Joel’s face, “Sure about that Sweetheart?” He was aware he was playing a dangerous game, but it was enjoyable. He was one for some risk. You huffed which he found adorable, your other hand found its way to his cheek and pinched him.

“I’m sure Joel Miller. Go on home and rest. Your back and knees will thank you. Dream of the bard while you’re at it.” Joel and you chuckled and you lowered your hand as he caught it, kissing the back of it and then your forehead.

“Not going to dream of some puffy bard darlin’, got someone a lot sweeter on my mind. Merry Christmas to you too. Sleep well.” Your grip on his arm loosened and he dropped your hand, heading to the door before opening and exiting your home. He stood on the porch to hear you lock it, then he started walking to he and Elle’s home.

Joel Miller might be ready to let someone in this Christmas.

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meraki-yao · 3 months

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I wanted to get your point of view on an issue. I've just been reading you, but your answers are always precise and intelligent, so I'll proceed! I'm not someone who likes to compare different works, or who gets stuck in one thing while denying the rest or what a biased part... but let's face it: the TIOY will probably only be saved due to Nicholas' singing performances. The plot is really obvious and banal (and I won't go into comparisons with Harry Styles because it's a real minefield) and honestly I haven't even seen this incredible chemistry with Anne (which was missing from the RWRB trailer immediately outside). I'll get to the point: I noticed that the two times Nicholas talked about the

project (the last one just the other evening) he seemed not totally at ease, contracted, not enthusiastic in short. The narrative of calling on his co-star Annie to show off the chemistry (I remember he didn't answer the famous question promptly, but said "I should probably say her") is obviously a PR move so I expect them to try to make pass it all off as something it isn't. So I think he is aware of the mediocrity of the product. I also found him cold for M&G but in that case it was clear that the matter had involved him anyway. I won't say anything about rwrb because his eyes speak for themselves. What do you think of all this? Thanks for the reply ❤️

Firstly thank you for the compliment, that's very kind of you 💕

I don't think it would be fair to judge TIOY so soon since the trailer's barely been out for a week, but I will say my own opinion on the project first:

I haven't read the book, frankly I don't have access to it, but while I don't hold any really negative thoughts regarding the premise, it isn't ... that exciting to me? Like it sounds fun, but I've read a fair amount of fics across fandoms with the same/similar premise. Plus from my Chinese celebrity experience, it kind of feels like it's feeding into the "dreamgirl" mindset which I feel iffy about

I also don't see the "incredibly chemistry"with Anne, it's better than what I saw in Cinderella with Camila (that was really freaking felt like besties) and it's there, but it's not what I felt with rwrb (then again I'm not sure how objective I am) but then again, we only have the trailer, so we'll have to wait and see to make a fair judgement

I actually got an ask about Nick answering the chemistry question that I haven't gotten around answering (I've gotten a lot, and I mean a lot of asks these couple of days and I'm also a full time student 😅) so I'll probably answer this point in more detail in that ask, but basically while I don't know it's a complete lie and he did have some genuine connection with Anne, it might be slightly exaggerated because of promo/PR reasons.

Forgive me, but I don't really look too much into how they talk about their work unless it's blatantly obvious, so I won't comment on what you said about him being tenser.

As for M&G:

I don't think Nick's acting cold when it comes to M&G, but also please keep in mind that M&G is something VASTLY different to any of his previous projects.

I actually have thoughts on what M&G means to Nick: it was a really, really hard job, arguably his hardest to date, but he's happy with what came out and has a sense of satisfaction from the work done: Nick often describes the process of shooting M&G as "gruelling", and he got hurt a lot, A LOT on that set. Also a lot was demanded from him in that role: (mild spoilers for M&G till *) a complex character who's recognizable from who he was in the first episode, sleeping with a lot of people, fencing, dancing, speaking French, horse riding, falling off a horse and deliberately running into a tree, filming in a flaming forest, etc. It was a lot, and a job like this doesn't come with entirely happy memories. Like I do believe the cast and crew were great, and Nick made really good friends, but just what entailed definitely took a lot out of him. So I think he's happy with the final product, but if you have him summarize the project, I think he'd say something along "learned a lot", "fulfilling" rather than something like "a joy", what he used for rwrb. So Nick might have a little more complicated feelings towards M&G, but I really don't think it's entirely negative.

But rwrb is something entirely different. It arguably gained the most traction and caused one of the biggest positive changes in his career, and there's also a bunch of personal, private connections and emotions there that we don't know about. So while M&G is a roller coaster, RWRB is a mostly happy experience.

Althought disclaimer, all of the above if my observation from what Nick has said, posted or done, and my own understanding of it. I do not or cannot actually speak for Nick.

I hope this helps? I think I might have gone off a tangent (I'm answering this while taking notes in a law lecture, fuck yeah multitasking 😅) so let me know if I missed something

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ok imagine this, you are going out with nct dream but when you get in the car they see that there is not enough space for you so jeno suggests that you sit on his lap, after a while you start to feel something hard against you and you know exactly what it is so you start teasing him by grinding and jumping hard when there are potholes in the road and jeno is so frustrated that he can't do anything but let out little low moans in your ear and tell you he's going to cum in his pants if you don't stop because damn, you're making him feel good with so little

wc: 2.1k

warnings: grinding in a car, exhibitionism, whiny jeno who cums in his pants, the rest of dream are shitheads.

The first thought you had was how annoying it was going to be all cramped up in an SUV with 7 men for a long trip to the hotel. You were looking so forward to spending the week in a different city with your friends, but this was the one and only issue.

All of you ran out of money to spend for this trip and opted, instead of working over time, you'd all just squeeze into Mark's passed-down-through-the-generations SUV in order to make the 4-hour drive.

The issue was made worse when Mark reluctantly slid open the SUV door to reveal five back seats. In the first row, there were only two stand-alone seats with a space in the middle to move further back, and behind was one row of three seats.

Within seconds, each man lunged for their seat, leaving you to fend for yourself. Mark, of course, seats himself in the driver's seat and Haechan fought for his fucking life to get into the front passenger seat.

This left Jisung, Chenle, and Renjun in the back row of seats, all comfortably sprawled out on top of each other like this was the most normal thing in the world for them to do. Jaemin snatched up one of the single-rowed seats, and immediately turned around to start making fun of the three in the back. That left you and Jeno.

Of fucking course you had to fight for your seat against the one person on this trip that you kind of sort of maybe fucked one night when you all were drinking. He hasn't mentioned that night to you, nor has he acted like anything happened since so you tried to put it to the back of your head most of the time. But god, this is awkward.

Your life nearly flashes before your eyes when Jeno takes a step forward and claims his seat, smiling at you and your failure of winning this war of the SUV seats. Then, every single of them looks at you.

"I can post up on the floor, it's fine." You laugh, wondering what ever happened to giving your seat for a lady? Then you remembered who you're with and how that definitely won't work. You're not much of a lady around them, to be fair.

"You can come sit on me--" Renjun laughs, throwing Chenle's legs off of him and patting his thighs.

"The back is already packed, plus it would block my view." Mark argues, pointing to Jeno and Jaemin. "Sit with one of them."

You think for a moment, weighing your options and ignoring the fact that Haechan is already dozing off through the dilemma in the front seat. Jeno or Jaemin.

Looking over to Jaemin, you note that he's already got his iPad out getting ready to play some game he's obsessed with and you think that you'd probably just end up ruining the whole ride for him. He's the only one who came with something to do over this trip-- so naturally. . .

You lift yourself into the SUV and sit directly down onto Jeno. He's already seen you naked so you figure he would be the only one able to contain himself through this anyway.

"Okay, ready?" Mark asks as you close the door with a small shake of the car and do your best to make yourself comfortable on Jeno's lap.

He gets a nod from every single one of you before starting the vehicle and setting off on the four-hour trip.

You're a bit thankful that the trip started super late. You watch as the sun sets and the SUV grows more and more silent throughout the first hour. Jaemin has popped in his headphones, Chenle has occupied himself watching a movie in the back on his phone, sharing his own headphones with Jisung. Renjun was already passed out against his window, head bumping the glass every few seconds.

Haechan was in the front, bless him, quietly talking with Mark in a hushed tone.

It really seems like this tiny 4-hour trip has made itself feel like a 12-hour trip. But the silence is nice. The music is gently calming you, but it's not like you can take a nap considering you've got Jeno under you.

He shifts a little now and then, but you can tell he's doing his best to sit in a way that gives you access to any sort of comfort.

He's thankful that you'd have to turn around to see his face though, because man, is he fucking suffering trying to keep himself contained through this. He winces and silently mutters to himself the most disgusting things in order to will his cock to stay put. He's not trying to be a pervert, honestly, he's not. It's just, like...you're kind of sitting directly on it and the car ride isn't exactly smooth.

Jeno really is doing his best, but his cock fights against him. He knows you feel it, there's no way you don't. Now his head is just filled with thoughts of the night he spent with you. He waited for you to say something, waited for you to imply it could happen again, but you never did. It's not like he lost attraction towards you, and it's definitely not like he doesn't want to do it again every time the two of you are around each other.

Against his will, a bump in the road presses it against your ass and he sighs out, gripping the armrest of the seat and squeezing his eyes shut. You knew what was happening, but didn't want to just assume he was into it, so you didn't mention it. You tried to ignore it.

Though, the moment you noticed that little breath from behind you, his cock twitching beneath you-- you figure maybe you could help him out a bit.

Waiting for the next bump in the road, you do your best to pretend you still don't notice, hearing him do his best to contain himself about the ever-present feeling of his cock pressed against you. Then it comes, and honestly, you could lean forward and kiss Mark for taking the bumpiest road in the country to this fucking hotel. But you don't, instead, you use this little bump to bounce up a little and sit back down, intentionally swirling your hips a bit against him.

The way Jeno's hand grips even harder to that armrest has you feeling in absolute control, so you lean back a bit and close your eyes. Your back is now against his chest and you lay your head on his shoulder in order to gain access to his ear.

"I'm sleepy," You comment in a barely audible voice, moving your hips as if you're getting comfortable. "Can you do something about that so I can sleep?" You smile, peeking an eye over at him and seeing the way his face contorts into pleasure and embarrassment.

"Sorry--" He stutters out in a whisper. He doesn't do it on purpose but on instinct, his hips press upwards, grinding his cock against the underside of your ass. "I'm trying."

You let out a hushed chuckle, wiggling your hips again for him. "You were never this hard before." You say, letting your lips ghost over the skin of his neck.

You feel Jeno's other hand reach for your waist, thankfully on the side of the car that is completely hidden from everyone else. He holds you there, preventing you from moving as his eyebrows fall into that of pain. He can feel his cock pulsate against you as if it had a mind of its own, uncomfortably forcing him to chase a high in a car full of his best friends. You're not fucking helping when you place your own hand over his and move it slightly up, slipping it under your shirt and up to your breast.

In your head, you feel like what's happening right now is loud but you've stayed alert. Not a single stray eye has looked at the two of you, and thankfully Jaemin is so focused on his stupid mobile game that he would probably cry if someone took his attention away from it.

"Is it just because I'm sitting on you, or do you want me again?" You comment again against Jeno's neck, feeling his fingers find their way under your bra just to touch something that could help this process along.

Jeno shivers at your words, because of course he wants you again. He's always wanted you. The fact that he has the privilege of saying "again" after that sentence throws even more of those images in his mind. Remembering when your pussy clenched so tightly around him, remembering when your legs were shaking and your fingers were buried in his hair, singing out mantras of moans and groans and whimpers.

You grind down again when Mark hits another bump in the road, this time causing Jeno to shoot his hand from your bra and around your waist, pulling you so tightly against him that you feel as if you couldn't move even if you tried. He holds you there, shifting his hips in tight and quick drags against you. The inseam of his pants is helping things along, despite feeling like he's surely rubbing himself raw. It feels too good to stop. He finally has you on top of him again and even though it's now how he would have wanted it, he would be damned if he let this opportunity go to waste.

He keeps those thoughts of you in his mind, remembering how good you felt when he was inside of you, how good you tasted, and how good you sounded.

You can feel his hips speed up with those quick and quiet drags against you, and his arm tenses around your waist to keep you in place.

"Can you cum like this?" You whisper again, this time kissing awkwardly against his jawline and swirling your hips on top of him. You officially don't really care if anyone sees it, because the only thing you see is the way he's making that face-- the one you'd only seen that night.

"If you don't stop doing this--" He sighs out. "Yeah,"

So you don't stop. You allow his hips to relax and do the work for him, up until you can feel his thighs tense and his hips press up.

"I'm-" He whispers again, slightly whimpering instead of finishing what he wants to say. His hand grips around your waist tightly, slightly pushing and pulling you as he released into his pants.

Jeno must be in pain at this moment, you can tell by the way his orgasm stuttered its way through him. His eyebrows stiffened up, and his grip on you became almost painful but you liked it just as much as the first time you'd seen him cum for you.

"If you wanted me this bad, you could have just asked." You finally whisper towards him when his body relaxes under you.

He finally opens his eyes again, trying to ignore the stickiness in his jeans and tilts his head to press his forehead against yours. It would look sweet, he thinks, if someone else looked over right now.

"I couldn't tell if you wanted to," He admits, allowing himself to feel the weight of you ontop of him. "but I can see now that you probably wanted it just as much."

The two of you really thought no one noticed. You really fucking thought no one heard the dragging of clothing and supposed quiet moans coming from Jeno.

Mark was the first to make you realize. He was avoiding eye contact, cheeks red and words quick when you tried to talk to him.

Haechan was the second, looking you up and down as he digs in Jeno's bag for a pair of pants, practically throwing them at him. "You probably want to change." He says to Jeno, not even looking at him and only staring at you.

Jaemin was the third, shaking his head at the two of you. "I had to turn up my game, and believe me, the volume was already pretty high."

You didn't even bother with the other boys, clearly, they all knew what was happening.

The walk of shame into the hotel was a drag, but you felt better noting that Jeno was with you on this. Only then did you consider switching sleeping arrangements. Eight people in two rooms with four beds.

Whoever the two are who ends up sleeping in your room, you hope they have headphones, because Jeno's gonna be there and quite frankly, you could care less if they feel awkward. It's not like you haven't seen each one of them jerk off at least once in your time being friends with them.

i wanna absolutely d e s t r o y this man. FUCK. this is why it took so long to respond...surprise I'm a whore

anyway, ilysm anon.

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Run Your Hands Through My Hair (1.3k) | Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

req from anon:

imagine carlos obsessing over your hair, literally attempting to braid it and style it. plus reader having bangs 😩

a/n: omg so this is the first request i've ever gotten so i wrote a quick drabble. reminded me of ari's song 'my hair' tbh. but omg i loved it and it kinda pushed me to write something different and more domestic but i loved it <33. also this just made me think about carlos' hands bc- yep. definitely having some thoughts. anyways tysm anon for requesiting and i hope you enjoy and i was able to meet expectations <33

++ extra carlos hand porn w his mclaren trophy bc why not

“Are you good my love?” You ask in amusement as you continue to scroll through your instagram. You’re sitting on the couch, head on Carlos’ lap as the TV softly plays in the background. Carlos had been going around the house, cleaning up a few things earlier before deciding to sit with you on the couch. He had been focused on the movie for a bit but you had soon noticed that he was gently playing with your hair. He’s curling your locks between his fingers, once in a while pulling gently. It doesn’t hurt but it’s enough to catch your attention.

“All good,” He says, smiling when you finally put your phone on your lap to look up at him. You squint a little as your hair gets slightly into your eyes but before you go to brush them off your face Carlos is already helping you with it. His hands go back to your hair, once again playing with your locks.

“I should let them grow out. It's time, don't you think?” You ask, hands gently going to your outgrown bangs and seeing an instant pout appear on Carlos’ face. You had been one of the many victims of COVID boredom and sure, staying at home was fun at first, but one week led to one month and before you knew it you were holding a pair of scissors and cutting at your own hair. To be fair the tik tok you had followed had been quite helpful because by the end of it you had fairly decent wispy bangs sitting on your forehead.

That was a year ago. The bangs were fun at first, and you really liked how you looked with them, but it was truly getting annoying to have to fix them every few weeks to make sure they weren’t going into your eyes. You had told yourself countless times to let them grow out, but one thing always held you back.

“But mi amor,” Carlos whined, the usual way he did whenever you brought up the topic. “You look gorgeous with them.” He says gently ruffling your bangs. Your nose scrunches a bit at this effort as he only succeeds to once again obstruct your vision. Soon though Carlos is leaning down to give you a gentle peck on the lips. “Keep them please?” He asks with the usual smile that you can barely ever say no to.

“You know how much effort that is,” You say, rolling your eyes when he says and so what? You’re about to argue with him when he says something that makes your brows raise.

“I can learn to cut them for you,” He offers and you give him a skeptical look. Soon he’s shifting a bit and you sit up. You let out a soft huff when your hair gets into your eyes again and once more Carlos fixes your bangs. His fingers are so gentle that it almost hurts.

“Carlos,” You say, not expecting to budge. “You can’t even braid hair.” This doesn’t seem to discourage him as he looks you with a determined look.

“I’ll learn. Wanna bet?” He asks, holding his hand out. You take a deep breath, knowing he isn’t going to let up on it. Soon you’re taking his hand in yours before giving it a firm shake.

“Deal.”

One thing that you had learned over the two years of dating Carlos was that he wasn’t a quitter, but you didn’t expect him to try this hard either. The day after the deal you come home from going out with some friends and you find him on his phone, eyes glued to its little screen. “Hola mi amor,” He says, eyes not moving to look at you. You can hear a woman’s voice in the background and you curiously come closer, setting your bag on the bed.

“What are you watching?” You ask, sitting next to him and looking over his phone and see that it’s a video with a woman and a girl sitting down. A smile pulls at your lips when you notice the woman slowly explaining how she’s going to braid her daughter’s hair and that’s when you realize he’s watching a tutorial. “Oh my god,” You say, holding back a laugh.

“What?” He asks, pausing the video to look up. “We made a deal.” He says, soon leaning close to greet you properly with a peck. “Wanna try?” He asks and you can’t help but concede. Soon you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, Carlos sitting cross legged behind you as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair and tries to get out the knots. “Wait!”

There is a shift on the bed and you look back to see what your boyfriend is doing and you fondly roll your eyes when you see him coming back with a comb in his hand. Soon he is gently brushing through your hair, the silence in the room is loud as the driver is focused on getting this right. It’s endearing how genuine he is with it, his focus sharp as he slowly begins to attempt to loop your hair together. He restarts twice- but you can’t blame him really, your hair was cut in layers which didn’t make it easier for him but when he’s done he’s proudly asking for your hair tie. You offer your hand up and he takes the band off your wrist before securing your hair with it.

“Not bad Carlos,” You say as he proudly shows you the image on his phone after taking a quick picture.

It doesn’t end there though. For the next few weeks Carlos becomes really invested, every night he finds himself asking if you had an extra ten, fifteen, twenty minutes for him to just practice on you. He watches videos, tutorials, and even asks a friend or two for different ways to style out your hair. It doesn’t always work out (which leads to one or two small arguments), but overall he manages to learn a lot more than you expect him to.

It becomes a ritual too, every night that you’re together you both find yourselves on the bed, Carlos gently combing through your hair as you both catch up on your day, or talk about whatever really. It’s a special moment that you both share, and you find yourself sometimes saving stories to share then. It’s nice really, a moment where you’re both really focused on one another, not worried about anything else.

Carlos also ends up always carrying one of your hair ties on his own wrist, and more often than not, you forget to grab one for yourself whenever you’re both out together.

It’s a bit over a month after your deal, and you can feel your bangs already pushing their luck, you’re in the bathroom, looking for your go to hair-cutting scissors to trim them down for the first time since you’ve made the deal with Carlos. You’re about to make the first snip before stopping yourself. “Babe?” You call out. There is a moment of silence and a bit of shuffling before Carlos is opening the door.

“Yes, cariño?” He asks, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Can you help me out?” You ask with a smile. His eyes light up and he walks closer.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asks, and you can see he is a bit nervous. It’s funny really, because you both were well aware that Carlos had watched dozens of videos on cutting bangs. At this point he was more qualified than the first time you were snipping at your own hair.

“Of course, I trust you.” You smile and he can’t help but grin as he grabs his brush before he’s making you sit down. He slowly ties your hair up, brushing your overgrown bangs to the front.

“Vamos,” He says with a grin.

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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It's Over!

"Fine, you know what! I'm done, Miles!" Hobie shouted at Miles on the roof top of a building in some New York City in another world on a mission with their Spider Band plus Miguel, Jess and Ben. They were fighting off three anomalies, some how the couple started to have a very heated argument. They took off their mask feeling the heat of their anger causing them to sweat.

"That's it Hobie! It's so fucking over. I'm done with you! I don't want this anymore." Miles practically in tears. Hurtful words were said, painfully regrettable words that felt like knives stabbing through their skin. Their anger took them over the edge instead of talking it out.

Well, it's not like this relationship was working for a while. Miles wipes his tears off knowing this was for the best. "I'm tired Hobie! I'm tired of trying an-and always waiting for you to fucking step up and be my man! I'm done. I don't want this anymore. It's not fair to me." He wipes his salty burning tears feeling the snot of his nose coming down on his upper lip. He sniffs to prevent it from touching his lips.

"Fine. I don't need this! I never wanted this! I just wanted us to have fun, this wasn't supposed to be serious!" Hobie shouted back feeling upset at himself and the way things are being left. He couldn't blamed Miles, the twenty year old wanted their relationship to be serious, more personal and he couldn't do that. He didn't want to risk heartbreak so, it's best to self destruct before things got to deep.

"MILES! HOBIE!" Miguel shouted over them as he claw one anomaly down while Jess caught it with a net. "Get your head in the game! We're on-" Miles snaps at Miguel, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE DEALING WITH SOME FUCKING SHIT! FOR ONCE NO PUEDES SER UN IDIOTA CONTROLADOR!"

Miguel blinks in surprised at Miles' loud out burst, he said nothing having to study the boy's face. He's hurting... Hobie merely sucked his teeth, "Pfft, there's nothing else to say, mate. It's fucking over. Whatever," Hobie began walking away to the edge of the building to jump off and help Gwen, "Anyway, see ya later, mate. Hopefully, we can stay friends." He jumps off the building to avoid the hurtful pain of Miles' face. This was hurting him too, he's just good at hiding it. He could only hear Miles' softly crying.

The twenty year old Spiderman stood unsure what to do! He felt so humiliated, so broken that he began breathing in an uneven pattern. "Morales..." Miguel's voice sounding concerned as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Está bien. Desahogate."

The warm touched only made it worst the young hero. "I'm sorry." He softly cries, having to rub his arm needing to calm his nerves and pain. His heart broken into pieces, for the a man he thought would at least try to love him. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore, quickly running off into an open portal to leave. Go anywhere but here. He needed air.

"Miles, esperarte!" Hearing Miguel's voice behind him before the portal closed. He didn't need this right now.

~6 months later~

The tall black fit male got off a messy bed feeling a bit hungover, but not too much. He hears a soft snoring, then scowls as his hand rub his head feeling his hair strands coming out his braids. He sighs being a bit annoyed by his braids already messy because of his last night with his on and off fuck buddy.

"Hey, man. Wake up!" He's voice a bit hoarse from waking up, he tapped on his taller lover's back. "Hey yo! Not gonna ask again! Wake the fuck up, man!" This time he roughly shove his lover to wake up.

"Huh! Ugh, what?" The punker snap out of his drunken sleep feeling a slight headache around his temples, "Ugh, what time is it?"

"It's fucking eight in the morning, asshole." His lover snorted, "Come on, get up. You gotta go. I got shit to do."

"Pfft, you kicking' me out?" Hobie chuckles as he sat up to find Miles 42 putting on his boxers. "Ain't that lovely?"

"Whatever, man. You and I, both know this is all just to relieve stress. Nothing more." Miles 42 quickly grab his shirt to cover his chest, they were covered in hickeys. "Tsk, man! I told you to not fucking give me hickeys! Shit looks ugly."

"Does it matter?" Hobie asked as he sit up from the bed to turn to his side to reveal the deep scratches on his back. "I told you not to fucking scratch me, and lookie here?"

Miles 42 blushes for the moment then scoffs. "Pfft, whatever. You fucking deserve it the way you were licking my asshole." He stood over Hobie with his eyes narrowed, and lips puckered, "Shouldn't you go be Spiderman somewhere?"

"Nah! I'm fine. I'ma sleep a bit more then leave. You get going wherever you need to be at." Hobie yawns again before going back to sleep.

Miles 42 snorted, "Whatever, man. I'ma go get dressed and leave. Don't fucking take my joints! Last time, you left me with nothing!"

"I won't, luv." He lowly chuckles hearing Miles 42 walking out of the room to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, it was like this after his terrible break up with Miles. His Sunflower refused to look at him after that day. Hobie wanted to fix things after his anger... his terrible insults were washed over with panic and guilt.

In the end, the two had officially broken it off, his Miles had finally put his foot down, refusing to get back together. It's fair. Miles deserve someone better, Hobie knew this. He knew he couldn't be the man Miles wanted. Yet, fuck it still hurts.

It hurts so much to know his Sunflower avoided him no whatever what. If they were to stumble in the hallway back at HQ, the twenty one year old would quickly pass him by or turn the other way. At hang outs, Miles would cancelled or tell Gwen he won't go. It's fair.

Even on missions, Miles decided to separate himself from the Spider Band just to avoid the punker. "That hurt." He thought feeling his heart breaks. His Sunflower did whatever it takes to not be so involved with their friends group to avoid him. It's understandable, after all Hobie knew them longer.

Still their friends would awkwardly try to avoid bringing up Miles, so they would have a good time. Hobie still felt he lost part of his soulmate. He felt lonelier than before. "Fuck." He snuggle in his pillow smelling Miles 42 scent, hell they don't even have the same scent.

Miles 42 is drastically different from his Sunflower, however after a couple of drinks, that Miles becomes his Miles. The similarity in their faces is enough for him to sleep with him. It's easy to slow the pain with false fantasy.

Hobie slept for a bit more until his watch started beeping. "Ugh, looks like I'm needed." He got up just to get the day over with it. Putting on his clothes, and grabbing his treasured guitar on his back, he tapped his watch making a portal open.

-At Spidey Headquarters-

Hobie walks through the portal to find Gwen and Pav talking to Miles... his Miles. The young turned twenty one during their long six months of avoiding the punker, and looks so damn good.

Miles 1610 stood wearing a more high tech Spiderman suit with the same black and red color scheme, but with silver webbing designs around the sides and had a red V under his Spider logo. He's not wearing his mask showing his face glowing better than ever! His haircut changed from his densely afro cute to a high-top dreadlock fade. This is a new switch.

Hobie squint his eyes noticing Miles ended up with a septum nose piercing that is gold with a small gem on it. His left eyebrow have two slits. He did some sort of change through their silence.

"Oh hey, Hobie." Pav spotted him to say hello.

Gwen turns to him with a smile, he didn't care for it. He wanted to see Miles reaction, he thought he would avoid him. Instead, Miles turns to him with a soft smile and small wave.

"Hey, Hobie." He soft said. It melted his heart to hear him again. Those beautiful doe eyes that shine like precious Topaz, those full pouty lips begging for a kiss, and radiant glow on his freckled cheeks. Just seeing him, again brought back feelings he tries to get over with.

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie finally said in a calm voice.

Miles merely pouted at the nickname and softly said, "You don't have to call me that." Gwen and Pav became unease as they felt this might cause problems.

"Heh, right." That hurts... then Hobie being stubborn as always, "We're friends, so I can still call you, Sunflower."

"I guess." Miles shrugs it off. "I mean, that's fair, man."

"So! What are we standing here?" Pav jumps to wrap his arms around the two's shoulders on each side, "What are we doing here? Didn't Lyla called us for a mission! Come on, the Spider Band back together again!"

"Yeah, I really want to see how that suit works, Miles!" Gwen said happily, "I can't believe Miguel let you wear the first prototype!"

"Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself, "Since when they got close."

Miles chuckles, "Yeah, I had to do a lot of crazy missions to get his approval. I was against Araña, and she really wanted to try it out."

"Ohh, I know she must be pissed." Pav giggles as the gang walk to Miguel's office.

Hobie merely stayed quiet as he watches Miles from behind, and his rear. It's looking mighty nice, seems like he's working out more often than before.

During the mission, Hobie had certain speculation that Miguel and Miles had a thing going on. Why? Well, in Miguel's office, the older Spider-man had his eyes on Miles, and would often place his hand on the twenty one year old's nape of his shoulder. It could be for reassurance and the punker's jealousy, but he knowns the signs.

He saw the way Miles gave Miguel a small smile with a nod then the leader would go back explaining about the mission's plan. When the gang was about to leave into the portal, Miguel stop Miles and asked something. Hobie couldn't catch it, he already went into the other world, then Miles follow.

During the mission, Hobie worked with Gwen and casually asked if anything was going on with Miles and Miguel. Gwen burst out laughing and scoff with "Your jealous, Hobie. Come on, them two? That's crazy!" She too didn't believe in them being together.

Hobie on the other hand knows they are. He can tell the way Miguel care for Miles, the small touches, and always asking if he's okay. It's not that hard to miss. His heart aches when he sees his Sunflower smiling brightly whenever Miguel comes to him, that smile use to belong to him, him only. To be admire and cherished by the punker.

"Shit." There goes those feelings again. He could feel anxiety and panic spiking in him, the regrets he did in their relationship. Now, all chances are gone and his Miles is running towards another man's arm- not just any man, Miguel's.

That's the worst! Hobie would be slightly fine with anyone- Hell even Ben would be okay on his book, but MIGUEL? Something about that controlling are made his blood boil, now it's worst when it's his Miles, his soul mate being in that man's arms. It irks him to the core. No, he needs to talk to Miles, there has to be a way to fix this. He didn't want this.

After their successful mission, the Spider gang decided to have lunch as a way to celebrate. Hobie saw Gwen and Pav heading to the cafeteria, but the punker stood behind to see Miguel taking Miles' hand back and softly asked, "Estás bien, Morales?" He hide behind the doorway to listen to them.

"Sí, Miguel. I'm fine." Miles nodded with a slight chuckles, as he felt Miguel's hand on his waist then on his shoulders.

"How's the suit? Lyla said it started to malfunction around your sides?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I think it's not good at absorbing my energy... I think I got bruises? If it's okay. I can come back after lunch? Quieres que te traiga algo? Puedo conseguirte empanada y refresco."

"Sí, por favor," Miguel said with a soft kind smile that Hobie never seen before, "Take your time. I know you want to be with your friends." His hand gently caressing Miles' right shoulder.

Hobie clenched his fist in anger. So that's it. Miles is with Miguel. He quickly walk in the cafeteria being so upset. "Whoa, what's with you?" Gwen said, having to order McDonalds.

"Nothing..." Hobie mutters.

Sooner Miles came to order some food for him and Miguel. He looked chipper, "Miles, are you gonna join us?" Pav asked while he eats his lunch.

"A little bit. I promise Miguel to get his lunch." Miles said holding a bag of their take out. "I don't want him to eat alone."

Hobie slams his drink on the table, "So, is this what your doing now, Miles?"

Gwen and Pav quickly turns their heads being in shock by their friend. Miles didn't show any emotions, just a frown. "What are you talking about, man?" He asked in a serious tone, this time they could see anger building up.

"You and Miguel or you think I'm a dimwit, eh?" He began as he sat up from his seat, "I saw the way you two look at each other- by the way, fucking pathetic for an old man like him to be with someone that could be his child's age!"

"HOBIE!" Pav hissed in shock. Some of the spider-heroes listened on the drama around them. "Dude we're in public!"

Gwen scowls, "Dude, that's not okay! Stop it. I told you, him and Miles aren't a thing."

"No, let him think that! Because he always did when we dated, but that's what cheaters do huh! They blame everyone else but themselves." Miles snaps at his ex-boyfriend. "You think I didn't know about you and Miles 42?"

That caught the punker off guard. "Nothing happened." He lied.

"Oh please, I know you and him had it going on! Not to mention, you slept around with whatever groupies you got with. So put those insecurities to rest! I'm trying to be a team player now." Miles fumes, "You know, what I'm not dealing with this. Talk to me when you got nothing to say about me and Miguel."

"No. No! You don't get to leave and go to him!" Hobie slam his hands on the table causing a scene then getting up to face Miles, "You knew, I despised that bloke and there you go running to him! Why? I always knew you would go to him!"

"No, you used that as an excuse to cheat on me! It's not my fault you weren't ready to in a serious relationship!"

"I told you before that I never believe in them! You think loving you would be enough!" Hobie shouted out loud.

"YES!" Miles shouted back causing the two to stare with their eyes widen. Then his voice went soft almost hurt, "I loved you, Hobie. And maybe it was stupid of me to hope you would see that and give us a chance... but I was wrong."

Hobie stood with his hand clenching into a fist. "It is stupid of you to think that." He finally said in a low voice, he could've been honest right here. Confesses his love, admit to him that he wanted to be with him, but no. He couldn't. He didn't deserve Miles... after all the pain they went through.

No, he needs to end it. He can't risk another painful heartbreak, and disappointment like his crap life always treated him.

"I never loved you enough." Lies.

Miles stood with wide eyes. Pav cover his mouth with a small gasp.

"I never wanted us to be together." Another lie.

Miles eyes began to water. Gwen quickly went over to hug Miles, she glared at Hobie. "That's enough, Hobie!"

"I always thought what we had was an open relationship. All fun, nothing serious..." Another painful lie, he just need to cut the rope.

"Hobie, no! You loved Miles!" Pav said as he got up to comfort Miles, the young Spiderman already having tears running down his cheek.

"No, I never did! All that was lies... I just wanted to have fun." Hobie casually shrugs.

His friend glaring at him, while Miles weeps in their arms. This hurts way too much. He knows what he did can never be forgiven, his heart is shattering too. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, "Hey," knowing that damn voice anywhere, Hobie turns over his left shoulder to find Miguel standing behind him looking very pissed up, "that's enough, Brown."

"Tsk, whatever." Hobie scowls at him, "I bet you like him like this, because you can take advantage of the lad."

Miguel said, "Don't you think you done enough?" His hand from Hobie's shoulder left to aim at a crying Miles, "Does that make you feel any better? Eres una persona terrible si así lo crees."

Hobie shrugs before taking his leave, "You can have him! I'm done. I don't care no more. He's always looking at you than me, so does it matter?"

No, they were lies. Miles loved Hobie more than anything in the world. He was one of the most loyalest and faithful partners, he had ever had.

In the end, Hobie left his friends, Miles and Miguel without another word. Miguel went over to check on the twenty one year old to see if he was okay.

"Hey, it's okay, kid." Miles hugs the leader of Spider Society for comfort, feeling so broken. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, he thought they could find a way to deal with each other.

Miguel's hand gently stroke Miles' back seeing how Gwen and Pav were looking at them a bit rather odd. No surprised, Miguel was never a gentle Spiderman like Peter.

Well, all the matters is that Miles is okay. That's his main concerned at this moment. "Look, let's go eat lunch in my office and you can talk to me about," His voice low for Miles to hear.

"Okay." Miles wipes his tears feeling embarrassed. He turned to his friends, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Gwen looks at Miguel, "Can we join?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Miguel said, "He needs people close to him." He just wanted the kid to be alright. Heartbreak is never easy, he will be honest about that.

Hobie came back into Miles 42's apartment drunk and tired. "Man, what the fuck are you doing in here?" Miles 24 scowled.

"Shut up, and kiss me." He slurred his words, "I had a shitty day."

"Pfft, since when you don't, man!" Miles 42 rolled his eyes then went over to roughly kiss Hobie, he felt his hands trying to pull down his jeans. "Hey, chill! Your drunk."

"Pfft, so! I need you right now! Shit..." Hobie touches his cheeks feeling his own tears coming down his face, "Fuck... I just saw my ex with that arse."

"Miguel? The big guy? Really, those two- damn." Miles 42 nodded knowing the large guy is pretty handsome, then saw Hobie looking down. "Ugh, come here, dumbass. This shit will go away." Being a softy, he made Hobie sleep on his bed.

"Thanks, luv. You really get me." Hobie mutters as he felt Miles 42's hand on his cheek.

"Pfft, I'm only doing this so you won't throw up on my shit!" He said out loud, then saw Hobie sleeping away. Man, this turns out to be one big mess.

Hobie merely mutters, "Sunflower..."

"I'm not him." Miles 42 rolled his eyes then leaves over to kiss Hobie's cheek. Fuck it, let's pretend for now.

(What do we think? Pure heartbreak)

(Part 2)

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse #spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse

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atom-writings · 11 months

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(HWS America x Reader) Fourth of July! ( w/ S/O that's scared of fireworks)

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N happy fourth!!! reminder that armed revolution is ok and the police should be completely reformed and the american state is built on the blood of slaves and natives. anyway

Trigger Warning: Guilty thoughts (which get shut down,) other than just fluff!

You'd been called a lot of things. A stick in the mud, no fun, a party ruiner, and much more. All just because celebrating the Fourth of July like everyone else seemed like stressful misery. Sure, not all of it was so exhausting, but when night fell, you couldn't do anything but turn up your music to an unhealthy degree and cower under the blankets. So, when your first July with your new boyfriend, Alfred, arrived, you weren't sure what to do. Now, not only did you have the pressure of celebrating the worst holiday of the year, but also one of the best. His birthday.

You knew about his plans as soon as he made them. Like every July for the last 415 years, his birthday party was going to be the most bombastic event of the year. Party all throughout the day at his old mansion, hundreds invited, rented attractions and performers, all capped off with a magnificent fireworks display as the sun sets. Fun, for everyone! Including you, for some of it at least.

Before the party started, he made it clear that he didn't expect you to participate all day. Not everyone has the social battery that he does and the last thing he wanted on his special day was you to be upset. Plus, he told you he wanted you to save some energy to properly gawk at his world-renowned firework show.

So you did as he suggested. The first part of the day was spent clinging to his side as he went around talking to friends new and old alike. The only time you didn't spend trapped under his arm was whenever he'd try to introduce you to politicians, politicians who had absolutely no business knowing who you were, at least. Then you'd slink away, joining your own friends in the many colourful games he had set up all over the lawn. But having an entire country fair dedicated solely to your boyfriend is bound to cause some imposter syndrome.

So about halfway through the party, you retired inside. But even though the distant chatter of people became muffled, you didn't feel any more comforted. Your boyfriend was still out there, having a great time without you. Your friends too, were partying without a care in the world. And once again you had become a stick in the mud.

“Am I making this about myself by not having fun?” You couldn't help but wonder as you looked down at the red, white, and blue crowd. Such thoughts kept you locked inside, away from being forced to ponder that question anymore. For the rest of the day, you rarely ventured outside to steal a snack from Alfred's utterly deranged spread of all-American food. “I'll make it up during the fireworks show...” You concluded nervously.

But as the sun began to set, you couldn't help but panic. Alfred would want you to come down and watch with him... but there was nothing you wanted to do less in the whole world at that moment. Bright, deafeningly loud, surrounded by others, all while having to force a reaction for him. But... but you'd do it because you loved him, right?

“Y/N?” Alfred asks from the doorway to your room. His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you spin around to face him. As you realised he could see you, you stopped biting your nails and forced a smile.

“Is it about to start?” You ask, trying to keep your voice casual.

“Yeah, wanna come?”

“Course, just give me, like... a minute, ok?”

He pauses, looking you up and down, his expression unreadable. He rests against the doorway and asks, ”Are you sure you want to come?“

”What?“

“You don't have to come... if you don't want to,” he says in a quiet, comforting voice while crossing his arms.

“What are you talking about? I just said I'd go,” You say, confused at his sudden non-committal to the event.

“Yeah, but I'm saying that if you're gonna be uncomfortable, I don't want you to come.”

“L-Listen... I'm sorry that I've been up here all day-”

He cuts you off, “Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you were there for a little bit,”

“Ok but- I'm going to make up for my absence at the fireworks show.”

He stares at you, his face still unreadable, ”Only if you want to. Which, again, you haven't said that you want to yet,“

You flinch. Why couldn't he be the doofus he is with everyone else, with you? “I don't want to, but you'll prove me wrong, right?”

“Ok, then let's just hang out in here.” He states, walking towards you.

“Wh- No. You were so excited to see the fireworks!”

“Yeah, I was. But I was more excited to just... spend time with you,” He says, crouching in front of you and taking your cheek in his hand.

“Alfred...” You whine, trying to pull away.

“Listen, I got a potentially infinite amount of fireworks shows in front of me. But I only got what, 80 more birthdays left with you? I'd much rather see you happy than some cool explosions in the sky,“ He smiles.

You sigh, pausing for a moment as he looks at you expectantly. Meeting his gaze, you concede, ”Sure. If that's what you want.“

He grins, taking your hand in his, ”It's totally what I want.“

Before you can try to protest, he drags you out of your seat by your hand. He brings you downstairs, past the view of all of his partygoers, sitting you down in the basement. You try to speak before he cuts you off.

”Just hang out down here for a little bit, alright? I'll be right back,” He paces back and forth for a moment excitedly, before running back upstairs. So there you wait, sitting confused on his couch, waiting for him to return with whatever idea he had had.

And after about 5 minutes of you sitting on your phone, he returned. He was carrying multiple plates of the food you and him liked best, as well as a couple of blankets (all of which displayed the American flag because well- it's Alfred,) He sets them down on the coffee table and places his hands on his hips, looking down at you like he was expecting something.

“Woah, uh- you planning to sustain us for a week down here?” You joke.

“If you'd like that, for sure,” He laughs, but it's clear he's a little serious.

He rushes to sit next to you, wrapping you up in one of the blankets. He pulls you closer to him by the hips, leaning his head against yours as he turns on the tv in front of both of you. Outside, booms rattle the ceiling, causing you to shake against him. But with every boom, he squeezes you tighter.

Even as the world outside shakes and rattles with noise, you knew you were safe with him. Every time you would start to shudder again, he quickly turned up the volume of the tv. By a couple of hours in, the sound of the fireworks outside was completely drowned out by the noise of some random old show Alfred loved.

“Alfred?”

”What's up?“ He responds, rubbing your side comfortingly.

”How come this doesn't remind you of like, wartime or anything like that? I mean- I just wouldn't expect someone like you to like that kind of thing anymore.“

He sighs melancholically, eyes turning to the side, “It did for a little bit. Like you said, it's hard not to remember that kinda stuff.”

You readjust yourself to look at him more intently, intertwining your fingers with his, “It doesn't anymore, though?”

“Nah. Not anymore. Like, it kinda makes me feel better now. You know, like bad things keep happening, but it's fine. Cause I got to see a fireworks show again this year! Which means all that bad stuff is just gonna be the past now.”

You turn back to the show, leaning your head on his shoulder. In response, he wraps his arm around your back, “That's a nice way to think about it,” You mumble.

“Gotta find nice ways to think about stuff. Or else, everything sucks forever,” He says matter-of-factly, causing both of you to chuckle for a moment at his phrasing.

“Weird that so many powerful people hang out with you when you talk like-” You start to say, before being cut off by another boom from outside. He notices immediately, clicking his tongue sympathetically and squeezing your shoulder to reassure you.

“They gotta. How are you gonna be running America without talking to America?” He laughs, trying to get you to relax.

“Uh- I don't know if you're entirely representative of the entire population, Alfred.”

“What are you talking about?” He exclaims sarcastically, “I'm the most average American guy in like, the whole country!“

”Average people can't throw around cars like tennis balls!” You laugh. And for the rest of the night, you laughed at his stupid jokes. Anytime the house would be rocked by the explosions outside, he would make sure you were focusing on the moment you two were sharing, rather than the fear you were used to every year on that day. Why stay outside in the summer heat, when you can cuddle up with someone you love in a chill basement, eating food you both adore?

Much better than fireworks, he concluded. And you couldn't help but agree.

#feel weird celebrating this holiday as a native person but whatever i like it #good food :3 ( n by that i mean food that autism brain will let me eat)#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader

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ilovelosersandshortmen · 7 months

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Hmm… I wonder how Todd would react to finding out his plus-sized lover is a mutant and what said lover’s ability would be?

Todd Tolansky Headcanons: Finding out his S/O is a mutant.

First of all, this is my first request and I'm so excited! Please, feel free to ask me for anything you'd like to see! I love writing about Todd. And I hope I can fulfill your request!! So, here is my interpretation of Todd Tolansky finding out his S/O is a mutant!

General Headcanons:

• Just to start off, for the purpose of the story, I'm going to say that the reader has a power related to plants, or something like that. Because honestly, I'm sick of fat people having super powers that just have to do with their weight. I love you Fatgum, but I'm kind of sick of that trope. Sorry, weird rant. Anyways.

• Todd was already extremely over protective. But now that he knows you're a mutant, and that you could be targeted for harassment because of that, he's even more protective of you. Threatening anyone who even looks at you wrong.

• "What are you lookin' at, punk!? Yeah, look away, that's what I thought!"

• "Todd, he didn't even look in my direction"

• He's been bullied so much for his mutation and he would never want you to go through that.

• Anyways, it's from a place of love.

• When you fight back and stand up for yourself, he's extremely impressed and proud.

If you're a member of the X-MEN:

• Although he hates the X-Men, he's willing to make an expectation for you, of course!

• Though he will tease you a bit about being a "goody-two-shoes"

• Also hates the uniforms (because they're ugly) but when you put it on, he's star struck. He thinks your curves look amazing in the suit.

• Definitely checks you out during fights with the X-Men, much to everyone's annoyance.

• There's probably a lot of flirting going on whenever the X-Men are fighting the Brotherhood. He would obviously never lay a hand on you, so everyone else fights while you two enjoy each other's company.

• I can just imagine Pietro yelling at him and Todd completely ignoring everyone else but you. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by someone as stunning as you?

• He's the type of guy who would throw pebbles at your window so that you notice him.

• Speaking of which, he's always sneaking into the X-Mansion to spend time with you. (Not in a sexual way, ofc). So far, he's hasn't been caught.

• Expect for once, when you were caught wearing his hoodie in the morning. That raised some suspicions.

• For people who can't wear their boyfriends hoodies because you're plus sized (trust me, I get it), Todd would secretly buy sweaters in bigger sizes just to give them to you.

If you're a member of the BROTHERHOOD:

• You have your own room, but you might as well live with Todd.

• He helps you make your own suit and tells you that you look absolutely amazing, no matter what you're wearing! You could wear a potato sack and he would still be head over heels.

• Likes to make fun of the X-Men with you. (To be fair, he would do this with you even if you weren't a mutant)

• Todd can never pay attention when you're fighting the X-Men, mostly because he's worried about you and because he thinks you're really hot when you're fighting.

• Also, this is just a general thing, but Todd would always be willing to hold you.

• "Oh, but I'm so heavy! I can't sit on your lap" He doesn't care. "We can't cuddle, I would crush you!" He doesn't care. He wants you to lay on him, no matter how much you weigh! He likes the closeness.

Thank you again for the ask! (I feel like such a celebrity right now lmao) I hope I managed to match your expectations.

#todd tolansky #love of my life #todd x reader #xmen headcanon #love quotes #mortimer toynbee

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