#(absolute blushing dorks the both of them)

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2023

May 28th Prompt: Free Space

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6

@steddie-week

(Warning for queer slurs, but spoken in love, if that makes sense?)

“I hate you,” Robin hisses, eyes glassy. She covers her mouth, shakes her head. “Steve. Holy shit.”

He’s looking at her with an unreadable expression. His eyes are also glassy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s gonna love it. Fuck. Fuck you, dingus, I didn’t want to cry today.”

He laughs, then, and gathers her into his arms. “Thanks for letting me practice on you, Robbie.”

“I’m never doing that again. Holy shit.”

Steve smirks. “It’s alright. I promise to cry whenever you practice on me for Vickie.”

She pinches his side. He elbows hers. “Let me know when you decide to do it, yeah? I’ll steal Jon’s camera.”

Steve snorts. “Just borrow it like a normal person, Robs.”

“Literally when have I ever been normal.”

“…Fair point.” He shifts. “You think he’s gonna like it? For real?”

“If he doesn’t like it I’m taking your nail bat and practicing with his head.”

“Robin, oh my god.” He laughs, probably more than the joke warrants—especially considering he’s not entirely sure she’s joking—but he’s so relieved. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dingus. Just tell me when.”

“Um. Tomorrow night, actually. I’m taking him back to Hawkins, to the quarry.”

She makes a face. “Why there?”

“It was our first date. We had a picnic.”

“Oh my god,” Robin says, then her eyes widen. “Wait. Steve. Steve. You have a ring.”

Steve laughs, digs his hand into his pocket. “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she says, grabbing at his hand and peeling his fingers open, grabbing the ring as soon as she can, turning it and inspecting it. She frowns a little, looking intently at the inside. “What-”

Steve smiles. “I love you in Elvish.”

“You’re both suck dorks.” She looks up at him, smiles. “He’s gonna absolutely love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know he’s head over heels for you.”

Steve blushes. “I still don’t know how.”

“Because you deserve it, dingus, you’re a good guy. A really good guy. And, according to everyone who likes guys, you’re extremely attractive.”

Steve laughs. “Thanks, Robin.”

“You’re welcome.”

A key in the lock startles them, and Robin slips the ring back into Steve’s pocket a second before the door opens. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, smiling at Steve, before turning to smirk at Robin. “Hey, freeloader.”

She squawks and launches herself at him, clinging on like a koala. “I’ll show you freeloader.”

“Oh my god get off of me you weigh a ton, Stevie, baby, help me!”

Steve just laughs. “You brought this upon yourself, babe.”

“Ah!” Eddie winces. “Jesus, Robs, elbows! In my spleen! How the fuck did you even do that, you fucking contortionist?”

“Dick.”

“Dyke.”

“Faggot.”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, eyeing the two of them. “It’s impossible for there to be peace when you two are together, isn’t it?”

They both look at him and answer simultaneously. “Yes.”

They both laugh as Robin drops off of Eddie, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she ruffles his hair. He grins and kisses her forehead before moving to embrace Steve, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his temple. He sighs, long and content. “It’s good to be home.”

Steve chuckles. “Was today that bad?”

“No, just long. Dinner?”

“In the oven.”

Just then the timer dings, and Robin races past them, yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll get it!”

They both chuckle, then Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“We’re going to Hawkins tomorrow.”

Eddie’s brows scrunch up. “What?”

“Hawkins. Tomorrow. I’m the one with hearing loss, babe.”

“Actually, with your hearing aids, I’m pretty sure you can hear better than I can.”

“Fuck off.”

“Mmm, no. Something about how you love me.”

Steve softens. “Something like that,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, swaying them in place, like they’re dancing. “I already called off for you. And for me. It’s overnight, but just for a night. We’re gonna drive back the next day.”

Eddie smiles. “Am I ever gonna understand what goes on in your head?”

Steve laughs. “You already do. Sometimes you know me better than I know myself.”

Eddie nudged Steve’s nose with his own. “Something about how I love you.”

“Something like that,” Steve agrees, then lets Eddie seal their lips together.

That is, until a knitted potholder flies into their faces. “Dinner time,” Robin says brightly when they break apart, like she isn’t the reason for the airborne potholder.

“And you’re sure you can’t tell me why we’re going to Hawkins?” Eddie wheedles for what feels like the millionth time.

“Nope,” Steve says happily, popping the p. “You’ll just have to wait. Enjoy the suspense. I am.”

“You’re only enjoying it because you know where we’re going,” Eddie argues.

“Exactly,” Steve says, then takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re gonna love it, Eds. Please stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying,” Eddie says, then slumps when Steve just turns an eyebrow on him. “Okay, maybe I’m worrying a little. But only a very little!”

Steve chuckles. “Sure, babe.” A few minutes later, he reaches up to turn the radio down. “How’d you feel about no music for a while?”

“Okay,” Eddie says immediately, looking at Steve. “Are you okay? Headache?”

Steve smiles, brings Eddie’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “No headache, I’m okay. I was actually wondering if you’d read to me for a bit.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You brought a book?”

Steve hums. “In the backseat, blue bag.”

Eddie reaches back and rifles around for a minute, then looks at Steve with a delighted expression. “I’m kissing you as soon as you stop driving.”

Steve chuckles. “Duly noted. Start wherever you want.”

Eddie blinks. “I’m in the middle of this one.”

“I know.”

“You won’t have any idea what’s going on.”

“I like listening to you.”

“You’re a sap,” Eddie says, even more delighted. “Holy fuck, I love you. Okay, um, I’m on chapter ten. The choices of Master Samwise. Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand. As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away.”

He continues reading, getting more and more into it, affecting accents for the different voices, slowing down for some parts and speeding up for others, and Steve thinks his heart might burst for how much he loves this man.

They arrive in Hawkins before too long, and the first thing they do—just like every time they have to go into Hawkins for whatever reason—is visit Wayne.

Eddie blinks when he opens the door. “What the fuck?”

Steve and Wayne share a look borne of knowing Eddie. “You alright, Wayne?”

Wayne waves him off, makes a face at his cane. “Fine. Slight accident at work, fell wrong, banged my hip. I still get around fine and I didn’t want you two worryin’ none.”

“That’s our job, old man,” Eddie says, pulling Wayne into a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you boys, too.” He hugs Steve next. “C’mon in, make yourselves at home, y’know the drill. Steve, you wanna grab us some beers?”

“Love to,” Steve replies with a chuckle, following Wayne inside.

They talk and catch up for a few minutes before Eddie excuses himself to use the restroom. “Your stuff’s in the pantry,” Wayne murmurs to Steve. “Want to run it out to the car before he gets back?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like he just realized. “I asked after you’d fallen, didn’t I?”

Wayne hums noncommittally. “Not like I minded. Was just about goin’ stir crazy with the time off work.”

Steve chuckles, leans in to hug Wayne, and goes to put the bag in the car.

A few minutes later they’re hugging goodbye. “Robin’s here to take pictures,” Steve murmurs in Wayne’s ear. “I’ll get her to drive you up to Indy for the dinner tomorrow.”

“‘Preciate it,” Wayne says, clapping Steve on the back before turning to Eddie. “Get in here, boy.”

Eddie laughs and hugs his uncle. “Love ya, Wayne.”

“You too, kid. Take good care of ‘im, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “We’ll see you later.”

“Mhm. You kids have fun.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve as soon as they’re back in the car. “That wasn’t what we came down here for.”

“Nope,” Steve agrees. “You’ll see soon enough, Eds.”

Eddie sighs and collapses back into his seat. Steve just grins, wholly in love.

Soon, though, he sits up again, interest piqued. “Are we going to the quarry?”

“Got it in one.”

“Steve,” Eddie says slowly, suspiciously. “What are we doing here?”

Steve doesn’t answer for a few minutes, just plays with Eddie’s fingers with one hand, the other on the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. “Remember the first time we went to the quarry?”

“Must’ve been eight years ago, now, huh?”

“Just about,” Steve agrees. “We were just kids, terrified and halfway in love and no clue about how our lives would turn out. But we made it. Against all odds, we made it.” He glances at Eddie, smiles. “Thought it would be kinda poetic, coming back here.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, rapt attention on Steve.

“So,” Steve continues, shrugging. “There’s some stuff in the back. Thought it might be nice to have a picnic again. Just to take some time off and remember how it was back then, think about where we were versus where we are.”

“Ugh,” Eddie says, glassy-eyed. “What have you done to me, I used to be cool.”

Steve laughs. “You’ve always been a nerd, babe. Pretty sure I’m the only one who thinks you’re cool.”

“Well, joke’s gonna be on you when we have a kid and they think I’m the coolest dad ever.”

Steve blinks, smiling even as Eddie freezes beside him. “I bet they will, Eds.”

That small sentence is enough to release the tension coiling inside Eddie, flowing out and leaving him looking at Steve, besotted.

Steve parks and they make their way to the edge, a mirror of all those years ago. Steve unfolds a blanket and lays it out, thrusting the bag at Eddie. “Here, start getting the food out, please.”

Eddie’s eyebrows steadily climb higher as he unpacks. Sandwiches, fruits, brownies, and drinks. Both of their favorites, and Steve makes a mental note to do something for Wayne soon, because nobody deserves the actual angel that is Wayne Munson.

They eat and talk and joke around, and kiss—a lot—and just as they’re finishing, the first raindrop splatters down.

Steve looks up, dismayed, to see dark clouds all around them.

Eddie whoops and jumps up, packing everything up and stuffing it back in the car, before running back to Steve and swinging him around in a hug, laughing. “What,” Steve says, but he’s laughing too, because he can’t not be happy when Eddie’s happy.

Eddie stops, sets him down, and grabs both his hands, looking Steve in the eyes. “Do you remember a few days ago when we were watching Singing in the Rain?”

The last time they’d seen the movie was at least four months ago. “Sure.”

“And you were sighing, all forlorn, and I asked what was wrong? And you said you thought you would’ve liked to dance around with someone in the rain?”

Steve can’t help the laugh. “I’m in love with your brain. That was at least five years ago, Eds.”

Eddie frowns. “No, that can’t be right, that was like, a week ago.”

Steve laughs harder. He can’t tell if the water on his cheeks is rain or tears. He doesn’t really care. “It was at least five years ago,” he assures his boyfriend.

“Huh,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Okay, well, I waited and waited and waited and it never worked out. It either always rained while we were asleep or while we were at work, or if we weren’t either of those things, it was a thunderstorm, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna take you out in that. So.” He grins, wide and unashamed, and bows, offering Steve a hand. “May I have this dance?”

Steve’s going to die and it’s going to be Eddie’s fault. His heart is just going to give out one day because it can’t take how much he loves Eddie. “Of course,” Steve answers, taking Eddie’s hand, and Eddie lights up, dragging Steve into a crushing hug and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips. His breath hitches. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” Eddie responds softly, wiping away Steve’s tears. “Happy?”

“Beyond,” Steve answers, floundering for a way to tell Eddie exactly how he’s feeling. But then Eddie smiles at him, and his smile is wobbly, and Steve suddenly knows Eddie knows exactly how he’s feeling.

They sway together for minutes or hours or days, Steve doesn’t know or care, letting the rain on the leaves and the ground be the rhythm they move to, an unhurried dance that somehow means everything.

The rain eventually lets up, and Steve pulls away after a few minutes, so they’re holding hands. “I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“We’ve known each other for a little over eight years now. We saved the world and managed to fall in love in the middle of it. The Shire was burning, we defeated Sauron, and I carried you out of Mordor. Against all odds we made it out alive, and against all odds we made it out of the Shire, and against all odds we made it together. It’s been eight years and every one’s been an adventure. Every day has been an adventure with you. And I may not know what our lives may hold next, but I know whatever the adventure is, I don’t want to do it without you by my side.” He kneels, pulling out the ring, and Eddie gasps, tearing up.

“Stevie-”

“So,” he continues. “Eddie. I know we can’t legally get married. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to, but I don’t care. I don’t need the government to tell me who I can and can’t marry. I love you, baby, and if you’ll have me, I’ll love you forever. Will you fuck the government and marry me?”

Eddie’s shaking. “That,” he manages after a minute, “was metal as fuck, baby.” He sniffs, shakes his head, and laughs. “Of course. Of course I’ll marry you. We’ll flip off the whole of the government together.”

“Hell yeah,” Steve says, grinning, and stands. “Before you put the ring on, though, there’s something I want you to see.” He turns it, points out the inscription on the inside, and Eddie tackles him with a yell, and they both go down laughing.

“Baby,” Eddie manages after a minute. “Holy shit. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks rhetorically, and they both watch as he slides the ring onto his fiancé’s finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve and wayne #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson #did I scare y’all at first? #did I make y’all cry? #I hope so #i hope y’all like it #starambles

[vmbrq]

okay so I was reading your post answering abt ethan being tied up and blindfolded and HOLY. SHIT. 👀

but honestly I wanna see more of dom ethan. don’t get me wrong I love sub ethan but I feel like a guy like him would absolutely DESTROY (im being dramatic LMAO) you. like this boy is strong asf and he would definitely use that to his advantage!!!

in person he would be sweet, chill and shy. probably stuttering around you and blushing H.E.A.V.I.L.Y. but once he got you alone…

he’d pin you down to the bed and whisper things into your ear, knowing the power he has over you.

i also feel like ethan COULD be into kink. idk it’s just a feeling I have abt him…

ONE MORE THING

his arms. HIS ARMS. HIS ARMS ARE SO STRONG FOR WHAT? A dork like him has arms like that?!?!?!? man. i ain’t never wanted a guy so badly in my life…😭

I’m so embarrassed. 😭😭😭

literally don't be embarrassed because you and i are in the same boat LMAOO and there's just smth so interesting about exploring the potentials of both sides of his personality. bc the way he yanked anika up off the floor and onto her feet with one arm? oh my god????? he's so strong????

in public and in non-sexual situations, he's all about forehead kisses and linking pinkies and flushes pink and laughs when you compliment him bc he doesn't quite know how to react yet. but i am also frothing at the MOUTH at the thought of him flipping the script in private LIKE???? HELLO????

it may have taken him a while, but he'd already be aware of how your brain just kinda melts whenever he shows off his physique in any way, such as lifting heavy objects from your hands to carry them instead, carrying you whenever you're too tired to move or your feet hurt too badly to walk, or even when he idly rubs his hand over his opposite bicep when he's lost in thought or stretches his arms above his head.

mentions of smut under cut ; minors dni

so when he finds out that it extends to the bedroom, he doesn't shy away from utilizing it every now and then. his physical prowess makes an appearance whenever you're burnt out or completely drained but still needing a release, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he pins your body down or keeps your thighs pried apart so you can't escape the pleasure he gives you. all you have to do is let yourself go and give yourself over to him, and he'll make sure all you can do is lay there and take it.

but aside from that, tbh he would also do it just because he can. you honestly don't stand a chance against him in a competition of strength, but he thinks it's cute if you still try to squirm or push back against his grip to try to overpower him. he's heavy, pressing you right where he wants you, and you can't do anything about it. the little power trip emboldens him, and whether you've freely relinquished control or are still attempting to resist, he's talking. he rambles right in your ear, commenting on how well you're taking him and how pretty you look under him and how you want it so badly, he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n

[bts-hyperfixation]

Can you please write dumb/cute/random things BTS members will do while they are crushing on reader?

This was cute to write! This is what I think they'd each be like with crushes. Just so you know, all of them are dorks.

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon:

If Namjoon has a crush on you he gets extra clumsy. In his head, he is trying to be the most sophisticated person on earth, think W sexy numkim Namjoon. however in reality he is actually fumbling at every step, stuttering and tripping his way through conversations, beating himself up a little inside every time he rambles on a bit too long about something. Eventually, he just gives up on trying to impress you because he is too in his head and thinks he doesn't have a chance. Ironically that is when he manages to be more comfortable around you and stops breaking things. He still info dumps, but because he is a little less self-conscious about it, he allows it to flow more naturally and you can have a proper conversation without him disappearing to berate himself for talking too much. If the crush progresses to you hanging out he will always bring a little gift, sometimes snacks, sometimes a trinket that makes him think of you. He will send you pictures of things in nature that remind him of you, and take you to museums where certain sculptures or paintings reflect his feelings or your likeness. 

Seokjin:

None stop trying to make you laugh. Probably refers to himself as worldwide handsome a lot to garner your attention like: "Hey Y/N, did you know they call me WWH?", or "Did you miss my WWH face?". It's a good job that he is in fact very pretty or it would get annoying. Although you tell him every time that it annoys you while using the opportunity to slap/feel up his bicep. He stops by your workplace every day to try and see you, but he is trying to be subtle as he does it, making up genuine excuses as to why he is there. Gets exceedingly disappointed when your coworkers tell him you are on a break because it would be too suspicious if he came back later on. 

Yoongi:

He starts by offering you some of his food, claiming he has too much and he thought you might not have eaten yet (It's 10:30 am, of course, you haven't eaten yet). Then he is bringing in bigger meals claiming to be trying new recipes and then always making too much (He is trying new recipes, they happen to be some of your favourites. He is also sizing up the recipe to have enough for you both and more). He will invite you to listen in on some tracks he is working on, saying they are nowhere near finished but he wants an outside opinion (They are mostly finished, and mostly about you).

Hoseok:

Strikes me as a straight forward man. You are absolutely going to know if he has a crush on you. There is no messing about he just asks you out... and then hyperventilates about it as soon as he is behind a closed door. It doesn't matter if you answered yes or no that was the most fear-inducing thing he has ever done, debut stage included. He keeps the brave front when around you at all times though. He is very good at pretending to be confident and charming even when his heart is trying to beat out of his ribcage. He makes a point of kissing your hand when he sees you, like the way you giggle and blush.

Jimin:

Similar to Namjoon, goes from being the most coordinated guy in the world to tripping over his own shoes. He blushes furiously every time you walk in the room and struggles to form full sentences. The others rip the shit out of him for being so nervous when you leave. He spends most of his time with his head in his hands hiding the red in his cheeks rather than making eye contact. Eventually, the butterflies die down and he decides he needs to man up and make a move. He refuses to let Jeon - couldn't make eye contact with a woman until he turned twenty-two - Jungkook make fun of him for being anxious, so he swallows the fear and makes a move. Then his flirting becomes relentless: He leans against walls and cages you in a little, he uses pickup lines and keeps calling you beautiful, and he refers to you with pet names. He tries everything he can to make you as flustered as you made him before he asks you out, god-forbid you fight flirty fire with fire.

Taehyung:

He follows you around like a lost puppy when he can. If he is around you will never have to carry anything or open a door. He gives you expensive gifts that you aren't allowed to refuse, if you do they just end up at your house later on in the day. He claims most of them are leftovers from brand deals, but some of them are coming from brands you swear they've never worked with. He frequently brings you smoothies and snacks too. Even if he isn't around he will have them delivered to your work, sometimes for your whole office, not just you. If you try to tell him to stop he just makes the tata mic face until you come to a compromise that he will stop sending you drinks if you let him take you out for one. 

Jungkook:

If he figures out he has a crush on you, you will not see him for 8-16 days. The first day he realises he will look at you with the widest eyes and blinks a little too slowly, he then excuses himself as soon as possible. He then spends days in his house typing and erasing a text to send to you. It gives him a heart attack when typing bubbles appear because that means you've seen him lurking. He eventually figures out what he wants to do with his crush and then you struggle to get rid of him, not that you necessarily want to, although he did almost follow you into a bathroom once because he was too busy talking and not paying attention to where you were going. When he gets drunk on his own at home he always texts you, nothing serious or even damning, he just is genuinely missing you. It probably comes across wrong because its always 2am, but he is innocently just wondering how you are. Once you fall in to a conversation it is obvious that it wasn't meant as a booty call, as much as you sometimes might wish it was.

#bts fic #kpop fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts reactions #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x you

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Seven: can’t keep a secret

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: reader gets to finally race, Lando and Charles are terrible liars, Max crashes in silver stone then kisses all of them in public. Safety becomes an issue when a stranger appears at their door. Daniel has far to many questions

Warnings: Not much in this chapter aside from some stalker behavior, panic attacks, and some toxic media. Also, Daniel is mildly perverted and there is sexual innuendo.

Notes: I feel that this is more filler than anything. Also, we're ignoring the super license rules because this is fiction, and otherwise, things don't work.

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Masterlist

It's the first race of the season. The crowd in Melbourne is cheering at intervals she didn't know were possible.

She's dressed the same as Max. The proud feeling overwhelmed him when he first layed eyes on her in the race suit.

They left the hotel room this morning as four. Arrived to the track as four. Argued about how she would look better in the other twos respective suits as four.

Her and Max waved the boys off as they headed further down the paddock.

It's race day. Her nerves are everywhere. Max's hand on the small of her back keeping her centered.

Everything seems to be going so fast. Conversations with her race engineer are a blur. She's analyzing every piece of data and information from the car.

Then their on the grid. Max is kissing her good luck before getting into his car. She's making eye contact with Charles and Lando, who are nodding her on with confidence.

Then the lights are out. She's driving and defending. Her qualifying had landed her eighth, and by lap twenty, she's fifth.

Every one of her instincts is in overdrive. Her mind worked with a sense of purpose. Dragging every last detail out of the race. Including the whereabouts of her three counterparts.

She doesn't even realize she ends the race in third. First race, first podium. She's crying, her engineer is screaming, Christian is absolutely ecstatic.

When she pulls into her spot, Max is all over her. He had finished first, but he honestly didn't care right now. Her team is surrounding her with love and excitement.

Seb is crying with her. Her boys are lifting her into the air.

She doesn't hold back her joy. It's too overwhelming anyway. And she lets herself think for a moment that she deserves to feel this kind of happiness.

~

Race weekends are tricky sometimes. The four of them always have to sneak around to have a moment with each other. Most have speculated that they are all really good friends. Which is true... in a way. They're also just a lot more than that.

They've turned it into a game of sorts. Whoever finishes the highest gets to decide how they celebrate.

The hardest thing is that Lando has a teammate who somehow just knows things.

It was this particular race that Lando managed to finish higher than the other three.

Is he excited about it? Yes.

Is he giggling at his phone like an idiot? Also, yes.

"Watcha laughing at?" Daniel's asks, sneaking up behind the Brit and making him jump out of his skin.

He turns his phone off faster then the speed of light and is throwing it across the room.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Don't lie to me. Is it a girl?"

He can feel the blush, and he ignores it. "No."

"Then a boy, possibly?" The blush grows ever so slightly. "Still no."

"Both?"

Lando chokes on air. Is he just probing him now?

Daniel is smiling like an idiot and laughing like a dork. "I saw you four leaving your room together."

"We're just - uh - friends. Really good friends." He stutters out. Why is he so bad at lying? He needs to divert Daniel's attention or something.

"You're lying again. You forget I've known Max for years." The Aussie sighs. Then he pulling out his own phone.

Lando is hyperventilating as he is shown picture proof of their relationship. Him kissing both boys and their female counterpart before the race. His stomach drops. They were right outside their hotel room. Around the corner even! How had they not noticed him?

"Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone. It's cute what you guys have going."

Lando releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. His body visibly relaxed.

Daniel moves to leave the Brit alone but not before leaving him with one last thought. "Have fun tonight!" Then Landos blush is the biggest it's been since the start of their conversation.

~

Charles is still angry with Ferrari at what they did to his lover. Kicking her out with no real argument as to why.

Seb was so angry that he signed a new contract with Aston Martin. Leaving Charles with his new teammate, Carlos.

They get along well. The friendship they've formed helping them to work together on and off the track. Though, Charles is still very cautious around the Ferrari garage now.

This race had Charles sneaking off to meet up with his three lovers before qualifying. Carlos, however, is waiting for him this time.

The Spaniard stops him right outside his outer diver room door. "Where are you off to again?" He chuckles.

Charles is startled and fumbling for an answer. He'd gotten good at coming up with excuses, but the fact he has been caught off guard doesn't help. "Somewhere." Is the best he can come up with, and he's mentally face palming.

"You are such a liar, Charles!" Carlos hits his shoulder playfully. "Tell me right now or I'm going to follow you and bother you until you tell me."

"Fine then"

Charles walks for what feels like ever. Carlos is a pain in the ass the entire time. Charles though that he might get bored at some point. He was mistaken.

He mumbles some angry French and ducks behind a corner, pulling Carlos with him. "I'm going to see my girlfriend."

"I know."

"You what?! If you already knew why are you doing this nonsense?"

"Because I know that's not the whole truth." Carlos pulls out his phone and shows him some pictures from a few weeks prior. "Daniel sent this to me when he was drunk."

So much for Daniel not saying anything. The Monegasque determines he will be stealing his phone and deleting the evidence himself.

"Swear to me you will delete those and never say a word about it."

Carlos holds his hands up in surrender. "I promise. I just wanted to hear it from you."

The pre-qualifying conversation between the four is actually just them hunting down Daniel.

~

It's now race week in Silverstone. Max had been fighting with Lewis for the championship title. Putting everything on the line. Finally getting an opportunity to make his father see that he is good enough.

It all ends on turn one. His entire race gone because Lewis sent him into the wall. His head is spinning, and he can't think straight. His muscles ache with every movement. He's lucky that it's not worse.

He gets to watch the race from his hospital room. The doctors want to get scans and all the neccecary tests to show that he's fine. Sore, but fine.

He can tell his crash definitely affected his lovers. Y/N was far more aggressive than normal. Even though it landed her a podium finish, she didn't celebrate.

Charles was fighting more with his race engineer. The end result being his strategy messed up.

Lando finished outside the points. His anxiety made it hard for him to drive. Daniel was quick to find him after the race and make sure he was breathing properly.

The three left as soon as possible. Most of their media duties left unfinished, but they didn't care. Max was in the hospital, and they needed to see him.

They piled into his room. All of them relieved to see he's awake and okay.

When they finally release him, they are right back into their hotel room. Cuddling the Dutch and making sure he has every need met.

"I could force Lewis off the track next race with other means if you want me to." There's a little smirk in her voice.

They all laugh. They know she can't and wouldn't do that, but it's the thought that counts.

~

The last grand Prix of the season. Abu Dhabi. Max and Lewis are tied for points.

It's stressful. It's exciting. And she's currently right sandwiched between them, trying to keep Lewis off of Max for as long as possible.

Her tires are going. She's been on the same set for far too long. It doesn't take much for Lewis to pass her a few laps later.

The rest of the race is a fight. At one point, she thought Max may not make it. Until her race engineer is telling her to unlap the safety car.

"Is Max going to be at the front then?"

"He'll be right up there with Hamilton."

One lap later, she's screaming. Her place is irrelevant. Points are there, but she dosen't care.

It feels like the entire team is crying in joy. Max has become a world champion. The one thing he's always wanted to achieve.

She runs into her arms as soon as her car is parked. Her lips on his without a care as to who sees.

The shocking part is when Charles and Lando join them, and Max does something particularly unexpected.

First, he's embracing the three of them. It looks more like a huddle than anything. "If you all want to, this may be the best time to show everyone. It's so special that you three have been here to support me through this. Let me show everyone."

It's the other twos turn now. Max has successfully landed kisses in all three pairs of lips.

All of them are happy. Everything is good.

~

The news didn't take long to spread. All four of you had to make statements about it. All of your teams are supportive. They just need to get the media under control and get them to stop asking invasive questions in interviews.

All four of them are happier now that they don't have to take separate cars to the same events and perfectly time their entries and exits.

They post about each other all the time. The fans' reactions to that are about what you'd expect.

Though the name calling is uncalled for.

All four of them have started limiting who can interact with posts. The boys don't particularly like their female lover being called a slut (that name is reserved only for them in the confines of their bedroom walls).

She doesn't mind, though. She's been called worse. Her father called her a murderer for fifteen years. In comparison, she preferred the insults of those who had to hide behind a keyboard.

The PR team has done a great job at masking it as an 'adrenaline rush' for Max. It's left views of them all over the place.

Some believe it. Others don't. Few are just oblivious.

Then Lewis is just glad he finally got an answer as to why he had the conversation with two clueless kids in Sebs hotel room.

~

The off-season brought many fun adventures. It was her favorite break they'd had yet.

Until she spotted a familiar face trying to get up to their apartment. The man who'd given her the letter from her father all those months ago is back.

She's not the first to get the door. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to warn Charles not to let him up.

She's too late. The anxiety starts, and there is no way she's going to be able to stop it.

Lando, who currently has her head on his chest and his arm around her, picks up on her rapid breathing. "Vision?"

"he's- its the same guy - the one front the first time." It comes out broken and almost slurred. Yet Lando gets it and is heaving himself over the couch.

He slides around the corner just in time to see Charles open the door. A box clutched in the man's hands. "For her."

"Who are you?!" Lando shouts from behind Charles. Starling the Monegasque.

"A friend."

"Bullshit." Spits Lando.

Charles just takes the box and glances in between the two. Max is skidding into the room. The yelling alerting the Dutch to a Problem. Mainly because Lando doesn't yell in anger often.

"Just tell the nuisance that her father says hello." Then he walks off without a word.

Lando runs after him, only to be foiled by Charles standing in the way of him and the door. He's not thinking straight, and he knows it, but safety is a major concern right now, and Lando wants answers.

Max hugs him from behind and waits for Lando to breathe evenly again.

When they all are level-headed, they make their way back to the shivering girl on the couch. She hasn't moved an inch. Her eyes are teary, and she doesn't know if she can take another message from her father.

Lando is intent on trying to soothe her. He lifts her body back up to put her where she was before he left.

Charles places the small box on the coffee table and kneels by her knees. Max is ever watchful over them and is standing to where he can see the door.

"What did he say?"

Charles shakes his head. "No need to repeat, amour."

"No, I heard him say something. I need to know." Her voice is shaky but determined. Charles looks at Max for confirmation before reciting the message. The dutch nods his head. His eyes lost in thought.

"He said to tell the Nuisance that her father says hello."

Her body goes rigid, and Lando panics for a moment, thinking he did something wrong.

"I know him." She states. There was someone else who spent time at the warehouse. He brought back bodies sometimes for her father to do with as he pleases. Occasionally, he stayed with her when her father would have to leave for days. Though he would just lock her in her room. He was the only one who called her a nuisance and she never saw his face.

Charles and Lando can see the wheels moving in Max's brain. He knows where they are now. Safety has officially become his number one priority.

She sits up quickly and snatches the box off the table. Then she's tearing it open. The contents of it confuse three of them while one is becoming increasingly sick at the sight.

A note, some instructions, photographs of the four of them.

She stands with vigor and finds herself in the bathroom with the door locked.

They don't follow her. They know she's going to want to read it first. Something they let her do and then will read it themselves later.

The letter isn't even folded this time. Words pleading her to come back to him. Telling her that he's going to make her stronger. Then, at the bottom, a warning.

Come home or I'll bring you home.

She stays on the floor of the bathroom for hours. The room gradually gets darker.

Max is the first to come knocking. "Are you alright." She unlocks the door for him, an understanding had come that when they ask about her, she needs to show them she's okay. She can go back after that, but they've had far too many doors broken after her lack of response.

She collapses into him this time. Her mouth lets out wails that shake her core. She can't go back. Even then, he might take her back.

~

Max is on the phone that night trying to figure out a place for them to go. Charles is sitting at the table with him while Lando is trying to soothe the female to sleep. Or at the very least, a relaxed state.

"Monaco is a small place. It wouldn't take much for him to learn where we live." Sighs Charles.

"Maybe Seb? I feel that if we can get her away for a bit, it might help. Maybe if her and Lando go to Germany you and I can look for somewhere to stay here."

"Why here still?"

"Thinking ahead. It might be suspicious if we dip out of the country."

"Ah, good point."

The two spend the night trying to make preparations and get ahold of people.

~

The next day her and Lando are flying to Germany. Much against their will. It's a good plan, but it's still terrifying to split up.

Seb greets them at the airport. He's excited to see them but extremely concerned. Usually, the two are smiling. Today, their faces are solem, and their eyes downcast. Their hands are intertwined, clinging to each other like it's all they have left.

The two were quiet on the way to the house. Constantly checking their phones for updates from the Dutch and Monegasque they left behind.

Lando had been given the task of not letting their super human lover try to do anything stupid. whereas she had been told to keep Lando breathing.

They went straight to their room when they got their. A few greetings here and there, but nothing much.

"I'm worried he's going to try something before they get moved."

They lay sprawled out on the bed. Using each other as a means of staying present. Small touches and comforting words have become medicine for the two.

"I don't think that will happen." Lando tries to reason. "He's still under house arrest, right?"

"Supposedly." She turns to look at Lando completely. "If I don't do what he asks then he might try to get me by other means."

Lando grips her hand. "Then we fight him together."

~

Meanwhile, back in Monaco, the other two are staying with Daniel.

The Monegasque is looking for a new apartment, the Aussie is brainstorming ideas, and the Dutch is on the phone for the fifteenth time that day.

"So, new country is off the table, but what about continent?"

Charles shoots him a look between consideration and wondering how both of them lack braincells.

Max hangs up the phone and is absolutely beaming. "I found a spot! Away from the inner city and with good security, apparently."

"When can we move in?"

"A couple of weeks from now."

"I think the other two may die before then."

Daniel pipes up with a grin on his face. "You could just stay with me until then."

Max and Charles share a look. "Are you sure you want four other people staying with you for a week or two?"

"Honestly, I've been intrigued at how your whole situation works."

~

Turns out Daniel is an annoying host.

Lando and y/n had yet to fly back from Germany, but the entertainment was hilarious already.

Apparently, Daniel had decided that boundaries were optional. He likes asking invasive questions, and both Max and Charles had to explain to him that their relationship isn't just about sex and Daniel can not join them just because he wants to.

Their group chat has been lighting up for the last three days with complaints.

The ordeal, though uncomfortable, still brought the two in Germay some comfort. Something about knowing their lovers are okay and able to complain somewhat comforting.

Maxy: he's asking for more details. I think he's getting off on this.

Charlie: Oh, definitely. I refuse to let him anywhere near us in that regard.

Lando: Lol!! Maybe that's why he kept the pictures of us for so long?!

Y/N: Maybe he's just jealous 🤔 the poor guy has had both Lando and Max as teammates, and now he knows he's missing out.

~

Seb is glad to see the two younger of the quartet finally eating properly. Some of the anxiety has been shaken off. Hanna no longer having to force them to eat.

They are enjoying nice conversation. Seb finally getting to ask them how things are going.

"Charles still can't cook."

"Glad to see nothing has changed." Seb says, causing everyone to laugh.

It feels normal for a moment. Even as the two board the plane home, it feels nice. Finally, they are going to be okay.

Or so they thought.

~

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[cream-stew]

cw: size kink, hand kink, horny rambling, body type headcanon for thoma, gn! reader alluded to as being shorter.

i can't stop thinking about big boyfie thoma + size differences. like he's so… tall ❤️ i've always kinda headcanon him as having a bit of a chubby/beefy body type. no defined muscles exactly, like the type of muscles you develop naturally when doing hard labor.

practically towering almost everyone, he's got those big, strong arms and hands, his fingers thick with callouses (i want them around my neck)

with how often he has to carry heavy luggages during work, no doubt he can easily manhandle you with those big paws 😍 pushing and pulling you into all kinds of different positions. what other things you got that's big, bb boy—

he'd be so reluctant to have sex with you at first, because what if he hurts you!! :(( cue sad golden retriever eyes.

but in actuality, the dork has been fantasizing about your first time with him ever since he first laid eyes on you. secretly having a size kink and goes wild whenever he gets reminded of how tiny you are compared to him.

sitting on his lap, all with a coy smile on your face? how dare you 🤨 internally, he'd be fighting for his life. even with something as innocent as holding hands, he'll end up a blushing mess.

i also just love the thought of sweet, innocent-looking guys going absolutely feral on their partners. it's just so 👋👋👋 you know??? (a,, are you seeing the vision, reader. im holding you by the collar of your shirt, im shaking you. can you see it—)

ahsjsks i'd let him decimate my 150cm ass. i have a few more ideas for big boye! thoma and they got me salivating, foaming at the mouth, shaking like a chihuahua. forgive me, cream-stew. expect me to go feral in your inbox a few more times.

also!! how's your health going? hope you're faring well 🥺 —🐾

🔞minors dni

warnings: afab reader, size kink, rough sex, vaginal fingering

// note: bestie I love these asks you are more than encouraged to keep going feral in here (no matter how long it takes me to reply... that's on me bc I'm lazy lol) this is so valid tho I'm kinda short too and size kink is so...🥰🥰

he starts out so soft and slow, stretching your wet pussy with one (1) single fingers, his hands shaking with the effort of restraining himself, not helped at all by the way you desperately beg him to fuck you already... but noooo you're so much smaller than him, the top of your head barely reaches his collarbones, his hands are so big he can completely encircle your ankles, and he thinks there's just no way his huge cock is gonna fit inside you :((

no matter how much you insist he still holds you down on your stomach, one big hand against the small of your back while the other one slowly pumps more fingers past your entrance, leaving so much of your juices gushing out and staining the bedsheets.

he scissors his two fingers before adding a third one, and you whine in frustration: you could already be bouncing on his fat cock but nope, he wants to be gentle :((

you're crying in equal parts pleasure and crumbling self restraint by the time he's done stretching you with four thick fingers and he's trying to replace them with his cock, gripping your hips with both hands and slowly pushing it inside your loose pussy. it's true that it's an incredible stretch but it feels so good!! you start begging again, this time for him to move and fuck you like he means it, and you're lucky this time: he seems unable to keep holding himself back, so yep, he starts pumping in and out of you at a ruthless pace, your poor pussy struggling to let him back in every time he pulls out completely before slamming right back inside. you just know your tummy is bulging out whenever the tip of his cock hits your cervix🥰

at some point, when he pulls out he doesn't push back inside so quickly: he rolls you on your back, manhandling you so easily it makes butterflies flutter in your belly, and hooks your legs on his shoulders, folding you in half. the position feels a lot better already, his cock hitting even deeper, but it's so embarrassing to be reminded of how short you are compared to him, you can't even see his flushed face as he fucks your brains out :((

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #thoma smut #thoma x reader #🐾 anon

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 30

Kuras propaganda:

"Kuras bought the MC a cookie and is also an angel doctor or something"

Nakedtoaster propaganda:

“First off we love he/they icons. He's very silly but he's also extremely smart and sweet. They care about their friends deeply and they're always conscious of when a joke is going too far and needs to stop. He's so sweet and cute and it's so impossibly easy to make them blush theyre truly a dork. Also did you know if you create a ffxiv account you can play up to level 70 for free?!”

“A tall gentle giant that somehow thrives at being both silly goofy AND incredibly brilliant. They're always #downtoclown and they have a good sense of humor but he's also attentive, caring and kind, likes to spend quality time chatting and having some deep conversation (if he thinks something upsets, he always checks in to make sure you're doing okay). They coded a complex text-based CRPG that responds in real time to player input, and eventually they got their own company. They're CEO and care about their company and employees, so much that he's really conflicted about selling the organization, because it feels like it's his baby (his words). He balances work, gaming and socialization in the server. In their route, they get adorably flustered but make sure to let the player know that they're into it and absolutely reciprocate, and after their ending (which is very emotionally charged and high stakes scenario) they literally go "Fuck it" and profess love to the player even though they haven't known each other for long, because they mutually relate and empathize with each other's struggles (player character also is in a tense work environment and trying to manage expectations). He has gorgeous pink hair that he lets the player braid, he won't lose any opportunity to promote the critically acclaimed MMORPG FFXIV, he's the sweetest cutest person, and perhaps most importantly, he looks great in cat ears headband <3”

#kuras touchstarved #TOUCHSTARVED #touchstarved game #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster blooming panic #blooming panic #bloomic #Round 3 #MDDC 2

[potential-fool]

Valorant x Reader: You in their clothes

This was fun to write hkhgfhgdjfh

Paring: Sova, Pheonix, Yoru x reader

Tags: Fluff, Established relationship, sharing clothes, teasing

Sova

Will 110% be left slack jawed

The amount of adoration this man has for you

Every neuron in his brain is firing rn

Bro is absolutely flabbergasted

It was a pretty calm morning at the agency, lucky for you there wasn't much to do today; because of this, you didn't let Sasha's alarm go off and rouse him, you knew he needed the rest. You thought it might be a good idea to surprise him with something nice, a smile drew across your face as you knew exactly what you were going to do.

When Sova woke up, he felt surprisingly well rested and was equally as shocked to realize that his alarm didn't go off- he looked over yo your side of the bed. Empty. He was worried for a moment before catching the smell of something being made in the kitchen, with only his grey sweatpants and without a second thought he made his way out into the kitchen where he saw you.

Good god were you a sight to see, his jaw hit the floor at the sight of you in his shirt, only his shirt. Shades of pink and red dusted his otherwise pale face as he took a moment to take in your beauty, the beauty of you, in his clothes.

"My dove.." He couldn't even finish his sentence, instead opting to come up behind you and bury his head in your neck pressing himself up to you and smothering you with kisses.

After breakfast there was definitely more then just kisses and cuddles though ;)

Pheonix

Giddy and excited while he picks you up and spins you around

he's hyping you up

Will probably want to try on your clothes after

dork

It started with his jacket, you were in a silly goofy mood as you like to put it. then it was his shirts, and now you've taken a shoelace out of an old pair of shoes to use as belt to keep a pair of his sweatpants up around your waist. You were proud of your ingenuity and smiled to yourself as you looked in the mirror.

You wandered out with your new outfit into the living area of the Valorant HQ, playing down your excitement as you walked out and greeted your friends, Jett, Yoru, and Pheonix were on the couch and Sage was in the kitchen. Jett and Yoru were both totally in on this plan of yours and Jett had quietly started recording as you caught Pheonix's eye.

Pheonix was, ho boy- he was stunned, his face starting to burn up with blush, Yoru started to snicker at this, earning himself a playful smack from Pheonix before he got up to embrace (tackle) you.

"BHABBBBBEEYYY, youresoprettyandohmygodiloveyousomuchwhatwoudlsndahwdklw-"

Pheonix's jumbled mess of words earned laughter from his friends, though he paid them no mind, instead opting to spin you around and press kisses all over your face.

Sage chuckled to herself as she watched the display, glad they could find these moments of peace.

Yoru

This man is too shy to admit your rock his jacket

Smitten and overprotective

he wants to be the only one allowed to see you like this

he def doesn't think anyone else is worthy of the sight of you in his clothes

Yoru doesn't like sharing, this is a well known fact. You love to tease people, especially Yoru, this is another well known fact. So today in your ongoing and never-ending crusade to mess with your boyfriend you decided to one of his shirts and his jacket.

Yoru was alone with a book on the couch at Valorant HQ and when you walked in he mindlessly greeted you before doing a double take-

"Is that-" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he took in the sight of you in his clothes. "What's wrong baby?" You teased as you walked over, taking the book from his hands and sitting down in his lap.

"Idiot.." He mumbled, blush tinting his cheeks as he drew you in close to him, a loving- though also possessive- hold.

From around the corner Jett and Pheonix were watching with slack jawed grins, though.. Pheonix's camera flash gave them away.

"Pheonix and Jett, you have five seconds." Yoru called into the room, sending a rift anchor after them as they both started to book it, laughter echoing through the hall. He set you down onto the couch, pressing a small kiss to your cheek before opening a rift to the anchor he'd sent after the two.

He'd never hear the end of this.

#valorant x reader #valorant #yoru x reader #sova x reader #sova x you #valorant yoru #valorant sova #valorant fic #valorant fluff #valorant phoenix #pheonix x reader #pheonix x you #valorant hcs

[abigails-gf]

abby with an absolute loser of a gf ? like rarely leaves her house unless she has to, plays stupid lame video games, reads comics, baggy hoodies and messy hair ?

(also can i be ⭐️anon if it’s not taken ?)

abby anderson x fem reader.

a/n: hi! of course you can be ⭐️anon!! i decided to write headcanons for this. i hope it's ok with you !! this isn't my best work as i'm having a bit of a hard time to write, but i still hope you like it! <33 hihii.

abby would sit on the bed, reading, while you played video games. sometimes she’d look up at you and ask about the game you were playing. she was genuinely interested to hear about the games you played. and she liked to see you all excited when she asked you about them.

you’d teach her how to play, explaining to her how the game works and how to use the controller/keyboard in order to play. you’d put your hands above hers, to help her navigate through the game. you’d cheer for her when she finally got how the game worked. “you’re becoming a gamer, abs!” she’d giggle and wrap her arms around you, happy to spend time with you, learning about something you like. “can't believe i fell in love with this dork”, she'd joke before kissing you.

sometimes you’d ask her if she could come with you to the bookstore to pick up a new volume of that comic series you like. and she’d come with you, looking through the comics aisle, picking up some comics she thought you might like. “hey babe, i found this. should we get them?” you’d smile and kiss her cheek before nodding.

once you'd get back home, you’d sit on the bed, abby sitting next to you, as you both looked through the comics you just bought. she’d ask questions about the ones she never heard of, and you’d happily tell her what they were about.

she liked that about you – the way you were so passionate about video games and comics. she found it cute. she even called you her nerd (which is a nickname you hated, at first, but grew to like.)

“hey nerd, s’that my hoodie again?” was a phrase you heard more than once in a week. you’d often deny it and say that this was just an old sweater you had found in the back of your closet. but she wasn’t dumb – her hoodies were way too big for you. “it’s fine, you can keep it, you look good in my hoodies anyway.” she would say with a smile, kissing your head as you played. and you'd blush and smile back at her.

you were glad to have found someone as nice as abby. someone who understood you and showed interest in your hobbies. someone who didn’t judge you when you spent most of your days in hoodies playing video games or reading. someone who didn’t force you to get out of your comfort zone – you were glad to have abby in your life.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou2 #tlou x reader #abby anderson blurb #abby the last of us #abby anderson fluff

[strayheartless]

friendship bracelets:

Zack makes them, obviously, because he’s a sentimental dork, and in Gongaga it’s considered a sign of great affection to give someone something like jewellery. I like to think there’s a Gongagan tradition/ holiday a bit like Valentine’s Day but it’s for showing appreciation to everyone. And on this day people swap hand made jewellery to signify their respect and love for a person.

Mostly Gongagan kids swap them, and it’s a big thing in school, but Adults do also observe the day with those closest to them -or someone who has done them a great service through the year!

Zack hasn’t really observed the holiday since he left home, but when he finally becomes FIRST he gets kind of sentimental and homesick for some reason. So he buys a bracelet making kit from a craft store and makes a bunch of bracelets for his fellow firsts and Cloud and Kunsel, he makes one for Aerith too!

Giving them to Kunsel is pretty easy. They’ve been friends for years and have talked a lot about Gongagan holidays before. Kunsel is pretty touched actually, and hugs Zack. It’s a nice little moment between them. Quality brotherly affection. Hense the reason the word “brother” is stamped on the bracelet.

Giving Cloud his is funny only because Cloud goes bright red in the face and stutters through accepting it. Zacks pretty smug throughout the entire encounter about making Cloud blush like that. But he’s also incredibly emotional when Cloud turns up at 12:00 PM the same night and pushes a bracelet into Zack’s hand. Zack hadn’t known what to stamp on Clouds “best friend” seemed too weak and and anything more then that felt presumptuous to the point of impertinence, considering he was still battling with how he felt about Cloud. In the end he’d gone with “legacy” which felt like a cop out but Cloud seemed to like it.

It’s only as he looks down at the word printed on his bracelet that he realises he needs to seriously get his act together with Cloud… the word that both brakes his heart and makes it soar “everything”.

Aerith is pretty happy with her bracelet, and as she does with most things, gives him a bunch of flowers for his efforts! He deliberated on what to put on hers too. “Girlfriend” made him feel guilty. He loves her, he does… but he knows, and she knows that they’re playing a game until Zack tells her about Cloud. Instead he stamps “soul” on hers because she will always know his soul better than anyone.

Giving Angeal his is nerve wracking because it makes Zack feel stupid. He knows Angeal wouldn’t make fun of his homes tradition, but still… in the end the worrying is for nothing. Zack gives Angeal the bracelet stamped “mentor” and Angeal is very touched and even a little emotional over it actually. He gives Zack a side hug and puts the bracelet on immediately.

Genesis is -if possible- even more nerve wracking, because Zacknis absolutely sure he’ll be made fun of. He positively shakes out of his skin giving the bracelet stamped “hero” to Genesis and for a second Gen does do his whole “shoot it down in flames” thing until he realises two things: 1. Zack had gone to extend a art lengths to match the colour red to Gens coat, and 2. he turns it over in his hand and runs his fingers over the letters stamped into soft leather.

Zack absolutely panics when Genesis starts to cry. Gens emotional sure, but Zacks never seen the man cry. Gen asks him “why would you spend time on this for me?” And Zack tells him the truth, “cause you are a hero Genesis, and I wanted you to know that people see you that way.”

Genesis is never taking the bracelet off. Ever.

Then the only person left to give a bracelet to is Sephiroth. It is exceptionally hard to pin the man down that day, and in the end Zack has to wait a week for him to come back from mission. And then it’s terrifying to hand it over.

What’s even more terrifying is that Sephiroth kind of stops breathing for a second when Zack gives it to him. He sits on the edge of his desk heavily and stares at the inscribed bracelet in his hand. Zack says his name at least three times before Seph responds to him. When he does it’s with a shaking “why?” And Zack can only hug him and whisper back “because you are,”

The stamp simply reads “best friend” but it’s enough to bring the great general sephiroth to his knees.

***

Alternative title for this little headcanon is:

Zack Fair stops crisis core with the power of friendship.

#my boys #Zack fair and the power of friendship #Zack fair kingdom heartsing his way out of crisis core #his friends are his power #Zack fair headcanons #friendship bracelets #let me have this #it’s dumb but it’s mine #believe me friendship bracelets are more important than one might think #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #kunsel Zelda #ff7 #agszc #implied zakkura #heavily implied zakkura #aerith gainsborough #Zack and Aerith friendship

[llamagoddessofficial]

@aizawasluckylady commissioned a part 2 to adorable Skull rescuing you. I love this dork, he's such a joy to write.

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You couldn’t help it. You’d been staring on and off for almost half an hour, at the two skeletons sat a few tables from you at the cafe. It took all the courage you had in you- but it was now or never, right? You'd paid for your food, you couldn't linger any longer. You finally took a breath, shifting your bag onto your shoulder... then you walked over, approaching their table.

You didn’t know who the lanky skeleton in the orange scarf was. He had nice, straight teeth, probably thanks to the hard work of his neat silver braces- a pair of glasses were perched on his face, taped into position on the sides of his skull. He was talking excitedly to Skull, who you absolutely recognised; he was your saviour, after all. Skull had a blue beanie pulled over his cracked cranium, and wore a comfortable looking chunky grey turtleneck. He had a relaxed expression on his face as the other skeleton talked on... his mug was empty, the tall skeleton’s still full of what appeared to be hot chocolate.

Even sat down, they were both tremendously tall. Skull was your height while sitting, and the taller skeleton had a few inches on you, they dwarfed every other person in the cafe. Looking at Skull, you couldn’t help but replay being carried by him, in your mind... all you could think about was how warm his arms he had been. How secure you felt when he carried you, the sensation of relief and gratitude that rushed over you. How nice he had smelled, how lovely his voice was... how intently he’d listened to you go on and on about the most menial of subjects.

... You tried to shut the thoughts up. You didn’t want to be obviously blushing when you said hi. 

“H-hey!” Your voice cracked- embarrassing. But you tried to make up for it with friendliness, fiddling with your bag strap. “Skull, right? It’s great to see you again.”

... The tall skeleton stopped talking. Both of them looked at you.

...

... Then they had very different reactions. 

The tall skeleton’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, his braced grin rising and sockets immediately sparkling as he set down his cup. Skull, on the other hand, went absolutely stone still; his big red eyelight shrank, he stared blankly at you.

“OH!! MY GOODNESS!!!!” Not-Skull turned in his chair to face you, leaning forward and grabbing your hand with both of his, shaking enthusiastically and unintentionally pulling you closer as your whole arm ragdolled in his excited shake. “IT’S SO GOOD TO MEET YOU! I’M PAPYRUS! YOU MUST BE THE HUMAN I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT!”

You blinked. “H... heard about...?”

Skull’s eyelight jumped from you to the other skeleton. You saw his grip increase on his cup. He made a panicked noise in the back of his throat- ‘Papyrus’ did not hear it.

“YES, OF COURSE!” He sounded absolutely delighted. “MY BROTHER RESCUED YOU WHILE WALKING, RIGHT? OH, HOW ROMANTIC! LITERALLY SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET! IT’S SO GOOD TO MEET YOU, GOSH I ALREADY SAID ‘GOOD TO MEET YOU’, DIDN’T IT? I’M JUST VERY EXCITED! HE REALLY LIKES YOU, YOU KNOW, HE HASN’T STOPPED TALKING ABOUT YOU- WHICH IS VERY UNUSUAL, SINCE HE USUALLY DOESN’T TALK MUCH AT ALL!” 

Your face flushed. What? Skull talked about you? “Uh,”

“pap.” Skull mumbled, iris all but boring a hole into his brother. Sweat had appeared on his head, his expression was completely unreadable.

“HOW IS YOUR FOOT? I’M GLAD YOU GOT HOME SAFELY, IT SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAD QUITE THE INJURY. HAVE YOU BEEN RESTING AND EATING WELL? GOSH, YOU’RE JUST LIKE HE DESCRIBED! YOU SEE, I RECOGNISED YOU IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE HE DESCRIBED YOU IN GREAT DETAIL!” 

... The informational overload was getting greater by the moment. Talked about you? Described you? Was that true? You glanced over at Skull, ears burning, overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or think. He looked equally as shaken as you- he was now staring at the table, slightly quivering.

“YOU DEFINITELY MATCH HIS DESCRIPTION!” Papyrus beamed. “THOUGH MOSTLY HE JUST WENT ON AND ON ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU WERE VERY PRETTY, AND HAD A VERY NICE VOICE-!”

CRUNCH!

... You both startled, Pap looked over his shoulder. Skull had shattered his cup, shards of ceramic falling from his clenched fist. 

...

Some people were staring. Skull didn’t move.

“OH MY STARS, SANS!” Papyrus tutted. “YOU NEED TO BE MORE GENTLE. WAIT HERE, HUMAN, I’LL GO ASK FOR SOME HELP CLEANING THIS UP.”

Papyrus stood up, and quickly pushed you into his now unoccupied seat; right next to Skull. Then he rushed away.

...

You and Skull sat in stunned silence. You were still holding your bag like you were about to leave. Your face was beet red- you were absolutely mortified, you couldn’t read Skull’s expression. It felt like a hurricane had just passed through.

... That was not how you expected that to go. You’d been imagining a relaxed meeting, a few words, maybe one or two jokes and you doing most of the talking. Maybe, hopefully, getting his number. You didn’t anticipate something like that- through all the fluster you felt terrible, like you just embarrassed Skull in front of the entire cafe.

...

“... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “i-i’m sorry, he’s-”

... You both closed your mouths at the same time. You also both sank into your seats, with equal amounts of ‘how do I do this?’ written on your faces.

...

“... That’s, erm... that was your brother, right?” 

Skull nodded. His iris was laser-focused on the table as he continued to sweat. You tried not to think too hard about what Papyrus had said- maybe it was a prank? Siblings did that to one another, right? You had no idea what their relationship was like. As much as your heart fluttered at the idea that Skull had liked you so much that he’d gushed about you to his brother, you had to bear in mind the possibility that Papyrus was pulling Skull’s leg. Teasing him in front of someone he knew.

(... Though for some reason, you got the sense Pap wasn’t like that.)

“He seems really nice.” You said, honestly.

“he is.” Skull replied softly.

...

“... i’m sorry.” He mumbled, using his other hand to reach up, pulling his beanie down over his face, suddenly seeming like he wanted to completely vanish. “you... h-had to hear... all that...”

Is he embarrassed because it was true? You hoped so.

“... It’s okay. Really.” You tilted your head. “I-is your hand...?”

... He finally unclenched it, only now remembering his fist was still closed, shards of ceramic falling out. Luckily, he still had the tray from his order, and all the pieces bounced onto that. There wasn't much of a mess, just a sad ruined cup.

“s’fine.” Solid bone probably didn’t have much trouble with pottery. 

He looked overwhelmed.

...

“Do you wanna stand outside for a bit?”

His eyelight finally flickered over to you, widening- like clouds parting, you could see readable emotions appearing on his face. Mostly positive ones, and a flash of relief.

“yes.” He wheezed, grin raising. “please.”

The two of you stood up together, Skull leaving his coat over the back of his chair to indicate that he was coming back and wasn’t just fleeing the scene of the mug-breaking crime. It took a few seconds of navigating the small maze of chairs and tables, but eventually you found yourself outside again with your back resting against the wall adjacent to the cafe door. You gratefully took in the fresh air, Skull quickly shuffling in beside you and shaking his hand of the remaining cup fragments.

“This is much nicer.” You said, enjoying the sudden sense of space. You always felt better outside. “... Uhm... how have you been recently? We haven’t spoken since the walk.”

... Skull’s cheekbones started to colour. That lovely gentle ultramarine flush. “... good.”

...

“your... leg?” He sounded hopelessly shy. Like he was trying.

“... Oh! My leg! It’s fine now.” You looked down at the foot, tapping the toe of your shoe against the ground. “Wasn’t broken after all, just sprained. I’m so lucky you found me when you did, it didn’t get any worse and it’s healing great. It still feels a bit sore, but it should be fine in a week or so, so long as I’m gentle with it. I think I’m going nuts, though, I was told not to hike until it was healed and I haven’t seen my favourite trails once after the injury. I don’t know what to do with myself now that I can’t go walking. I’m desperate to go out, it’s...”

... You stopped yourself, losing steam, looking up to meet Skull’s staring. 

As much as his comment about liking listening to you had stuck with you... you doubted he wanted to hear an in-depth recounting of how your sprained ankle had impacted your outdooring schedule.

You glanced away. Your head was a total mess. You embarrassed Skull in front of a cafe of people, and now you were talking his nonexistent ear off about your stupid leg. You were sure you’d be lying awake at night replaying this scenario for the next several years, and though you were sure there were other ways to approach this, you were reaching the end of your ability to deal with yourself. Flustered was an understatement.

(You didn’t hear his mumble- “i’d carry you.”)

You took a breath, forcing your tone into something more easygoing, shoving your hands in your pockets and plastering a smile on your face. “Well! I-I should... get going. I've paid and all. I’m sure you and your brother have stuff to be getting on with. I’ll-”

... Skull reached out, and snagged the end of your sweater sleeve with a claw. Like a kid holding onto their parent’s arm to make sure they didn’t get too far away.

His eyelight was huge, warm in his socket and intense in its gaze. “wait.”

... He suddenly didn’t sound so nervous. Or... look so nervous. He drew a bit closer, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Oh,” you felt your heart rate pick up again, at his proximity. Did you forget something? “uhm...”

“... m’not... lettin’ you escape again.” He said, with a softly determined and unabashed look. “i like you. how you talk. and look.”

...

You went pink pink. Why... why did you like hearing that so much? The idea that he could want you around made your head buzz.

“I-I,” you so eloquently declared, brain running on fumes. “I also... like how you talk and look.”

...

If his smile was anything to go by, despite your fear he'd be let down by your brainless response... he apparently really, really liked that reaction.

“could... i, mh... ... your number?”

#commissions #btw papyrus totally ditched them to set them up #he wasnt getting help #he was helping THEM get each other #the great papyrus strikes once again

[notbornbutforged]

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Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Wanda rambles about how they ship two of the characters together in a novel she once read.

Word Count: 539

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It was a cold morning in Scotland. The sky was grey and low but there were already signs of a thawing breeze that would soon be full of rain. Despite the gloomy weather, however, the air smelled sweet. It smelled like a summertime garden fresh from a heavy sprinkling of rain. This makes it a perfect day to become lazy and stay inside a cozy house with all the windows shut tight and the door locked securely.

And to snuggle up to your beloved⁠, warmly clad lover—Wanda for comfort as she rambles about how she ships two of the characters together in a novel she once read while you enjoyed the soft sounds of her breathing and the steady tick of a clock on a nearby wall. A lovely morning to enjoy the comforts of home.

"–And they're just so so cute together. Like how they both enjoy each other's company in the quietness of their own room, or when one of them gets sick, the other goes out of their way to cook them something and stays by their side until they get better and when Cate finally gets to hold Evelyn's hand, it feels like everything is clicking into place. They're totally head over heels for one another! Oh my god, they literally make such an adorable couple," Wanda continued on while rubbing her nose against yours, nuzzling into you lovingly before letting go and going back to the book in her lap. "So romantic, so sweet—"

You couldn't stop yourself from looking at her. You loved how absolutely adorable and adorably excited Wanda could get about things. She practically shone under sunlight. And you loved it when she was this happy, all giddy and flustered. But right now, she looked positively ecstatic.

Her cheeks were flushed red from excitement while her eyes glistened like the forest. Your heart melted at the sight of it, you didn't even realize you had started staring at her before a smile grew on your face too. Wanda noticed you looking at her, and turned around, leaning over the sofa to stare at you properly. Her hair swayed from her slight movement, and it reminded you of honey. And her green eyes, which were always bright, seemed brighter than usual today. "What?"

You chuckled, reaching up to cup her cheek lightly before pressing your lips against hers, "That, right there sounds like you and me."

Wanda grinned, her cheeks becoming more rosy, "Yeah, I can see that," she admitted happily. She leaned in for a brief kiss before pulling away, her hands on your cheeks to keep herself close to you as well.

You smiled softly, watching her fondly. "I'm glad you're mine, I love you," you murmured. Wanda blushed harder at your words, and you laughed softly before kissing her again.

She giggled at your gesture before she brushed your nose with hers, then she kissed you again. Just to let you know she was yours, yours exclusively, only yours to love and cherish and cherish some more, leaning in again for another kiss. And another one, and another. Just like a couple of teenagers, kissing and giggling and enjoying every second of it together.

"Love you too, you dork."

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #mcu fic #fluff fic #lgbtq #wlw #fem!reader

[tarirose]

From Best Friends To Lovers

Garreth Weasley x Reader

I’m also taking requests for Sebastian and Garreth so I can get more into writing. So feel free to send me some requests :)

Based on this request: Flirty Garreth trying to get the MC’s attention and him hinting that he likes them. But MC thinks that it’s just his dorky self. Because he’s just clumsy! He even went as far as mentioning Amortentia, hoping it would perk up their attention. Garreth and MC are best friends, but he always tries to hide away to cover his blushing face whenever he tries to flirt, or there’s any kind of physical affection. Until he finally gets what he has been trying so hard to do. And things get a little heated.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Characters are aged up.

Thank you for requesting this! I absolutely love Garreth! Your message made me super happy and I’m glad you enjoyed my last one. I’m still super nervous I’m not very good. But I really appreciate your message, I tried my best, and it may have gone in a bit of a different direction. I also hope you are doing well 🥹

Also @thedarkjotun I can finally tag you 🥰 I’ll tag you in any others I do!

You were sat in the library, head buried in between a book you had been studying for hours. Garreth had told you about a new potion he wanted to try, he wouldn’t tell you exactly what it was, but he needed your help with the ingredients.

Of course, he himself had accompanied you. He was always by your side. You two were always seen together, always paired up in the classes you shared, always sat near each other in the Great Hall. As you were both in the same house, he would always walk with you back to the dorm. He would leave you little notes, telling you what he has found, if he found something you like, or something new he wanted you both to try.

Over the past years of your time at Hogwarts, you and Garreth had become relatively close to one another. You would consider him as your best friend. You piqued his interest from the moment you shared the same level of excitement in potions as him. He had started to develop feelings for you, and quickly became attached to you. You were kind, funny, smart and beautiful.

Garreth was sat beside you, finding any way he possibly can to entertain himself whilst you were trying to find out more about the type of ingredients he needed for this mysterious concoction. Throwing you little notes, poking at you, making stupid flirtatious jokes was his way of trying to express his true feelings towards you. But in your mind, this was just Garreth being the dork he is.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?… Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” He was terrible at this. It landed him a smack across the head with the book you were currently reading.

“Garreth, tell me why you would need Castor Oil and Gurdyroot? From what I’ve read about them, they’re used for love potions and stamina? Mind telling me the thought behind this?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed, as you were curious as to why he would possibly need them. There was also another ingredient, but that one you couldn’t find. Little did you know, it was a simple craving ingredient. Which would have the drinker taste of what they craved the most.

“Ah, can’t be telling you all my secrets now can I, Y/N? Garreth replied, a small smirk forming on his face, sending you a wink.

He had been trying for months, perhaps longer, trying to get your attention with things. Whether it was just simply getting your favourite sweets from Honeydukes. Giving you his robes if you were caught out in the rain. But you never took it as anything other than friendship.

It was getting late, the two of you had been in the library for what seemed like hours. There was a now comfortable silence between the two of you, you could feel your eyes getting heavier by the minute. Garreth took notice of this, he took the book from your hand, his hand ever so slightly brushing against yours. He quickly turned away to put the books back, trying his best to hide the embarrassment. His face turning as red as a tomato from the feel of your skin on his.

Garreth couldn’t sleep that night. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you, thinking of your smile, your laugh, how beautiful you were. The man was in love, and you still hadn’t noticed. He has never felt this feeling before. Never been in love. Never been with someone. Before you came, he was alone. Yes he was popular, but more in a way where, he was only needed for laughs. You made him feel like he was wanted. He enjoyed your company, he loved how you had taken an interest in what he likes doing. He had to do something, anything that would indicate that he liked you.

The two of you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he knew what you loved to eat, so he quickly filled your own plate up before his. A small smile forming on your face, it made his heart melt. He went to pour you some orange juice, but the thoughts in his head made him lose concentration on what he was doing-

“Garreth!” You spurted out, breaking out into a laughter that filled his ears and turned his attention to you and what he had done.

He had poured it all over you, your blouse was soaked and turning see through, your legs were left feeling sticky. The shock forming on his face, eyes wide open, realising what he has done, “Y/N, I am so sorry!”

Garreth was always, and had always been clumsy. He was always messing something up, blowing up his experimental potions, spilling stuff everywhere, setting off some kind of explosion. He always made a fool of himself, but you were never angry at him like most other students.

He noticed how see through your blouse was getting, and noticed you had nothing else to wear over it. He quickly removed his sweater and handed it to you. All whilst being careful and trying to hide the growth that was starting to appear in his pants.

He couldn’t help but stare at you wearing his clothes. You looked so cute, so perfect. A grin moulding onto his face, he quietly whispered in your ear, “It looks good on you.”

You returned the smile, “You’re just saying that” you gently gave him a slap on the arm, not understanding that he was generally complimenting you.

“No, you really do look good in my things.” He replied, taking your hand in his, he had to quickly turn away. The red-headed’s face was beginning to tinge that familiar rose colour he had become so accustomed to. Garreth felt like his heart was going to explode, was he really holding your hand under the table? Are you finally starting to take his hints?

You both had a free period, and what better way to spend it then brewing up some kind of potions, which you had no idea what they were, or what would happen. Of course, it was Garreth’s idea. You had shown him your Room Of Requirement back at the end of fifth year, so you two always had privacy. It was a haven for him, so many potion tables plotted about.

An explosion had begun to erupt, sparks flying everywhere around the room, foam and froth started pouring out of the cauldron, uncontrollably. You both had no idea what to do, but just stared at each other. Then all of a sudden, you were both covered in whatever was just in that pot. Smelling of ginger and oranges. You both just broke down in a complete fit of laughter.

“Well…. That went well.” You spoke up, completely baffled by what just happened.

“It went better than I expected!” He replied back.

“What was it you were expecting?”

“A fire, that’s what usually happens.” His reply made you giggle.

He always felt a sense of happiness knowing that he was the one to hear you giggle and laugh. It made his heart beat faster, and without thinking, he started to wipe you down, free of all the foam and froth that had covered you.

Garreth had always been a big flirt with you, but to his end, it never seemed to work. Was he just not very good at it? He was always complimenting you, at one point he straight up told you how beautiful you looked one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you walked down into the common room, your hair dangling down, night robe on. You made your way to the fireplace to keep warm, and opted for reading a love story you had found. Garreth was also awake, quietly sat in another corner of the room, reading about Amortenia. He looked up and gazed at you, watching you silently, admiring how you looked. But you didn’t acknowledge he was there. Until he accidentally made a noise. He froze in place, you were staring straight at him, slightly embarrassed that he saw you like this.

“Oh! Garreth! I-I didn’t know you were there, what are you doing?” You said, trying to cover yourself up, as your nightrobe was a bit revealing and short.

He didn’t know what to say. He was taken back, he just glared right through you. Never taking his eyes off you.

You shifted in your seat, trying to look away and avoid this intense situation. “Garreth-“

“You look beautiful.” Is all he could say. His gaze was soon cut off by a pillow flying into his face. Now he had a reason to hide behind it. What did he just do? Had he ruined anything you had by telling you that? Why did he feel so shy whenever he made any kind of flirtatious interaction with you?

You made your way over to him, leaning over to see what he was reading.

“A love potion? Garreth! I didn’t take you as a romantic person.”

“I can be, with the right person.” He sent you a playful wink, then hiding back behind his book as a blush was appearing over his face, his ears beginning to heat up.

“I was wondering about it actually, to satisfy your curiosity, little miss nosey.” He peaked up, shoving a finger into your cheek.

You scooted your way next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, his body radiating heat onto you.

“What’s got you wondering about it? I heard it creates an obsession with whoever drinks it, and that each smell is different to what attracts you.”

“Correct.” He shyly responded, “It made me curious as to what I would smell, would it be what I really desired and desperately want?”

His face was mere inches away from yours, and you could feel his eyes melting into yours.

You both felt nervous, but in your mind, that was normal for Garreth. He was just playful. But to Garreth, it was more than the friendship you had cherished. All he wanted to do was lean into you, pull you close to him, feel your lips on his. But every time, he would shy away. Him being the idiot he was, instead of just telling you how he felt, he just pulled out the worst thing he could think of. “This might be cheesy, but you’re grate.”

He instantly recoiled, feeling ridiculous. But to his surprise, you let out a laugh, hitting him with another pillow to the face. “You’re absurd Garreth” your hands suddenly touching his face. You could feel his face heating up from your touch. He began leaning in to your touch, eyes closed. You moved your hands to his sides, he was extremely ticklish. You had him rolling around on the couch, and the pair of you fell to the floor, breaking out in laugher.

A moment of silence passed, and he was quick to see the position you were in. Lying trapped under his grip, his hands around your wrists. His face turned as red as his hair.

“Oh! Y/N, I am so sorry!!” He rushed to get himself up off you, not wanting to cause anymore embarrassment. He held his hand out for you to grab and get back on your feet.

You took his hand in yours, it was sweaty to grip, which suddenly made you topple back to the ground. But before your body could hit the cold floor, his hands were around your waist, and he pulled you back to your feet.

You tugged him into an embrace. Throwing your hands around his neck, his hands pulling you closer to him. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a sign. I guess this was the closest he would get to you.

You freed yourself from him and his grip, planting a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Garreth Weasley.” You said to him, with a slight flirt to your tone.

His thoughts on that night were interrupted by the feel of bubbles being thrown into his face. He had completely forgot that he was currently with you, brewing failed potions. Now was his time, he wanted to kiss you.

You were so close to him in this moment. He took his chance. He grabbed your face, planted his lips on yours, but he swiftly pulled away. “That was stupid of me, I don’t know why I did that. We’re friends. I shouldn’t of assu-“

He was immediately cut off, by you throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him again, but only this time, deeper, more intense. He pulled you closer to him, holding you tight. Slipping one of his hands through your hair, one kept on your waist. He had waited years for this, he never wanted to let you go. He began to push his tongue into your mouth, your own licking around his, sending twisting motions as you both flicked around each other’s mouth.

You gently pulled back and broke his kiss. He was a worried mess. Did he push you away? We’re you going to tell him how wrong it felt?

You felt a tingly sensation roaming through you. You never realised before just how attractive he really was. His curly ginger locks, falling over his face. His green emerald eyes, you now found them stunning. It all came to you. All those times he had given you his clothes and let you keep them for the night. You remembered how they would always smell of him, and how you always kept them close to you. He had feelings for you. And only now, have you come to senses that everything he did, was to get your attention.

“Garreth, I never knew”

He let out a low laugh, “I thought I tried enough to show you, but obviously I wasn’t very good at showing it.” He sounded let down.

You took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with each other, and led him over to one of the couches you had conjured in the past. “Tell me everything. I want to know.”

He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve waited so long for you to notice, and I would of carried on waiting however long it would of took. I have wanted this for so long.” His hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek.

“So that’s why you were reading about Amortenia.” Sending a playful smile his way.

Garreth returning the playful exchange with a seductive wink, “I could of used it on you, made you as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

You sent a playful smack his way. Once again pulling his body to yours and crashing your lips on his. He desperately increased the kiss, hungrily moving against you. You pulling at his robes. He pushed you back against the couch, tossing his body over yours. This time, not afraid to hide how he feels. He kisses you again, with so much love, it was sweet and gentle. He was compassionate, he wanted this to be right. Not rushed. He wanted to take his time. Make sure it felt right.

He moved his lips to your neck, your hands gripping into his curls. He could feel himself getting hard, just the touch of you on him sent him wild. He went back and fourth from your lips, to your jaw, your neck. Each time you let out a small moan. Your hands moved from his hair, to the back of his neck, pulling his body closer to you, closing the gap between you. He completely melted at the touch of you.

His free hand gracefully starting to make its way over your body, shyly making its way under your blouse, caressing every part of you. Moans becoming gradually louder and more frequent from your mouth, straight into his ear. It overwhelmed him, he was sweating out in nerves.

Your bodies heavily pressed together, moving against one another in a rhythm, one of his legs pressed tight in between your thighs. Which meant you could grind your hips around him. Your free hand roamed and explored his body, feeling his tense chest through his clothes. Your hands lowered and lingered around the bulge of his pants. Slowly starting to stroke it, waiting for his response.

He sank his head into the crook of your neck, letting out moans from your touch right into your ear. Your hand carrying on, slowly stroking the base of him, trying to remove his belt. He swiftly lifted himself up, looking you directly in your eyes.

“I-I’ve never done this before..” He admitted, feeling embarrassed that this was his first time.

“Don’t worry Garreth. Me too. But I want you.” You whispered into his ear.

“I want you too sweetheart. I really do.”

And that was all he needed to hear. His nerves slowly fading away. Removing your clothes, then removing his own. He was left stunned, looking down at you, taking in the view left under him.

Both of you exploring each other bodies, hands roaming over places he had only dreamed of before. Feeling every inch of each other’s skin. He wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Both of you were screaming for more.

He placed himself between your legs, right at your entrance and gently pushed himself into you. A sweet moan escaping your mouth, a sign of pleasure that he seemed to enjoy.

He took his time, gradually and slowly inserting his full self into you.

Once fully in, Garreth breathed straight into your neck. He started to thrust more and more, it was sloppy and clumsy. But it didn’t matter, you both had never done this before. You wanted him to enjoy it, and it was a celestial feeling. Each hit sent you into a sensation you both had never felt before. It had you arching your back, breathing heavily.

He started to pound faster, more rough, quickening up his pace as you could feel a tension flowing throughout your body. A wave of pleasure and emotion rushing over both of your bodies. Both of you shaking with pleasure and excitement. Sweat pouring from his curly red hair, dripping onto your face. He pulled out, catching his breathe as he pulled you back into his arms. One hand running through your hair, the other rubbing circles onto your back. You rested your head on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating.

Garreth kissed your forehead, never wanting to let go of you. He finally had you. And things were about to change between the two of you.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader

[gaybananabread]

I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.

-Panda/Black Feathers

🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆

~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~

🎧Miles🎨

General:

We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?

He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.

Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.

Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV

Lee:

Lee moods for him are quite frequent.

His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.

Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.

Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.

Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.

Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!

He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.

Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

Ler:

Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-

Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)

Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.

“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”

“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”

“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”

Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.

So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.

Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.

Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.

Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.

🥁Gwen🩰

General:

I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯

A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.

Lee:

When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.

Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.

Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS

If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.

A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.

Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.

Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.

Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.

She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.

Ler:

VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.

Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.

“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?

“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”

“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”

Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.

She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.

Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.

Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.

✮Hobie🎸

General:

The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j

So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.

Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.

Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.

If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.

Lee:

Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.

One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.

When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.

If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.

We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?

Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.

Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.

Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.

Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

Ler:

He has two sides, one very different from the other.

The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.

“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”

“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”

The other is the one you should be terrified of.

Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)

“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”

“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”

Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.

He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.

Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)

For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.

With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.

For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.

Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.

🪷Pavitr☕

General:

Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.

Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.

Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lee:

Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.

Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.

Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.

Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)

Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.

Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)

Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.

Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.

He respects boundaries of course, doesn��t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.

Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.

“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”

“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”

“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”

If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.

Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)

If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.

SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.

#atsv tickle #switch!hobie #switch!gwen #switch!miles #switch!pavitr #sfw tickling community #tickle #sfw tickle headcanons #across the spiderverse tickles #lee!gwen #ler!gwen #lee!hobie #ler!hobie #lee!miles #ler!miles #lee!pavitr #ler!pavitr #tickle hcs #tickle thoughts #spiderman tickle #across the spiderverse #ticklish!gwen #ticklish!hobie #ticklish!miles #ticklish!pavitr

[veryblushyswitch]

Eddward “Double D” ~ (tickle headcanons) 🐜

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Lee

*Canonically ticklish and I’m so here for it ✨

*Eddy and Ed absolutely tickle this guy all the time. Whether that be because they need to convince him to go along with a scam, or just because the guy gets nervous and needs to chill out and laugh.

*Ed does a lot of the second one. He’ll notice Double D is rambling out of anxiety and drop everything he’s doing to pull Double D into a tickle hug till he’s nothing but giggles. 💖

*HAS THE CUTEST FUCKING GIGGLES GUYS 👏

*They’re so contagious that whoever’s tickling him can’t help but laugh along.

*Even Kevin has fallen victim to it.

*Kevin definitely sees Double D as a friend in my head. He doesn’t like Ed or Eddy, but genuinely enjoys Double D’s company.

*That being said, he still doesn’t shy away from calling him a dork or “beating him up.” Which just means Kevin will tickle him and make Double D say to Ed and Eddy he got beat up.

*I love to think Kevin and Double D hang out in secret and talk about motorcycles.

*Nazz will sometimes poke at the other guys not realizing she’s tickling them. She loves doing this to Double D.

*He always makes the most adorable funny noises and she adores them. Verbally mind you, and it makes Double D’s face go insanely red real fast.

*Eddy is such a teasey little shit to Double D.

*He loves to sneak in the word tickle into random sentences to watch Double D blush a little.

*He can say the word when doing the tickling, but hearing it in a lee mood makes him all flustered.

*When he’s in a ler mood though, it doesn’t phase him. Much to Eddy’s dismay.

*Is the type of lee to curl up in a little ball rather than try and fight off his ler. Most of time he wouldn’t be able to anyway so why put up a fight.

*He has been ganged up on by the other kids in the cul de sac. Everyone can’t help giggle along with him while he’s tickled.

*Kevin and Rolf are a terrifying ler duo to all the other kids. Especially to Double D.

*They’ll sneak up behind him then tease him till the sun goes down. Rolf is much more merciful than Kevin, but they balance each other out.

*Double D is definitely their favorite victim. They can tell he doesn’t totally hate it and find it enjoyable at how ticklish he is.

*Plus they can pretty much get him to do whatever they want if they tickle him long enough.

*Requires hugs or some sort of physical and/or emotional aftercare when he’s done being tickled.

~

Ler

*Uses a lot of strategy.

*As we’ve seen, he’s very scientific and is incredibly intelligent. So you better bet he’s memorized each little way to make his friends fall apart into giggles.

*Tickles Ed to make him happy. He knows that Ed enjoys it and loves the playfulness. Ed always tickles him back though so he’s gotta be careful.

*Tickles Eddy when he’s being annoying or to distract him while he’s trying to come up with another scam.

*He actually secretly loves being the ler, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to be the ler as much as he gets to be the lee.

*Uses lots of teases.

“Aww, Eddy! I’ve never heard you make that noise before!”

“Oh dear, Ed. It seems my hands are stuck under your arms. Looks like you’ve got lift them or they’ll be stuck there forever~”

“Always so gullible, Eddy. And always so ticklish.”

*Cue Double D’s cute little giggles 😭

*Can use the word tickle is he’s the one doing the tickling. But he can’t say it if he’s asked to out of nowhere.

*Has gotten Kevin back with Rolf’s help lots of times. He doesn’t dare ask Kevin to get back at Rolf because Rolf will go full on tickle monster on the both of them till they’re crying.

*Kevin finds it so flustering that he can be taken down by a dork like Double D, especially to something so childish like tickling.

*Double D always reassures him that it’s not childish and that everyone is a little ticklish somewhere. Cue Kevin’s revenge.

*Knows a lot of science behind tickling.

*All the technical terms and why certain areas are more ticklish than others, and he’ll talk about it while he’s tickling someone.

*Going on and on about why we have 24 ribs why counting them out loud, why our feet have so many nerve endings while scribbling them, as well as giving a personal demonstration of how different tools make the person emit different sounds of laughter.

*Eddy has been the test subject one too many times in his opinion.

*He can never really get away with tickling someone without that person getting their revenge. But all in all, he doesn’t really mind.

*He likes being able to be playful with his friends, and tickling is something he’ll always associate with special memories in the cul de sac.

#Ed Edd n Eddy tickle #Ed Edd n Eddy tickle hcs #Ed Edd n Eddy tickle headcanons #Eddward #double d #lee double d #ticklish double d #Eddy #ler Eddy #Ed #ler Ed #cartoon tickle #cartoon tickle hcs #cartoon tickle headcanons

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

help this post has infected my brain i can't stop thinking about some journalist ex-colleague of trent's just watching the entirety of richmond's football team + several members of the staff (including ted lasso) scoop him up and sprint across the pitch holding him aloft. this has so much comedic potential. im just picturing so many different like. tableaus. jan maas giving an absolutely stoic trent crimm a piggyback ride. exact same position but it's jamie tartt and trent crimm appears to be pointing directly ahead as tartt cackles and charges. they topple over. dani rojas has elected to carry him bridal style for some reason. sam obinsanya, who was supposed to be one of the reasonable ones, follows his example. one of the players has trent fully sitting on his shoulders somehow and somehow they don't fall. both the participating coaches (ted and beard) simply throw him over their shoulder and book it. for one of them he appears to be laughing loudly for the other his arms are crossed and he is making such a pointed expression of grumpy tolerance (like a cat who has been picked up and is resigned to it but he's not gonna like it!) that it is clearly exaggerated. trent makes exactly one (1) attempt to carry someone else (it's roy) and he actually does fairly well considering but they do end up sprawled on the grass and just. roy flat on his back staring at the sky, trent having half pushed himself up on his elbows, hair a complete mess, laughing. they're all arguing about times. there are fans sitting in on practice who can Just See All This. like. you know how there's like bullshit nothing articles about dumb shit? just. some "article" that's like "richmond appear to be doing wife-carrying races as training for some reason, and even more bafflingly, trent crimm appears to be the wife in question. anyway here's our top twenty photos of this because it is funny and weirdly wholesome." and then it's all over twitter for like three days. trent's ex-wife is texting him like "babe why are you a meme now". keeleys like "good news this is great pr! bad news [sends trent a candid shot of ted scooping him up unexpectedly and trent very obviously blushing]" and trents like "ah." some of the photos are hilariously blurred in motion. they're pretty much all smiling. forget about the realistic "but would they get criticism for not taking practice seriously" shhhh. everyone is enjoying this. it's about the wholesome nature of the whole team playing around and genuinely having fun together and also trent is too. formerly feared respected scary journalist cackling like a little kid while balanced precariously on the shoulders of a premiere league footballer. it's cute. it's also extremely funny. how did anyone find this dork scary

#im going in circles and not articulating this as well as i'd like but i'm picturing it so vividly and spinning spinning spinning it #it's so funny and wholesome to me #he's FRIENDS WITH THEM ALL!!!! #and also just the hysterical image of former colleagues/people who know trent by reputation just seeing this #utterly ridiculous and wholesome photos of someone who is clearly genuinely having fun #although im also not really diving into the implications of photos here. #i guess rather than a journalist it could be like #keeley taking photos for The Nelson Road Group Chat that def exists nad then being like 'these are really wholesome and funny actually #and also probably good pr we should post them' and getting permission? #SHH BRAIN STOP OVERTHINKING THIS #LET ME ENJOY SILLY THE ENTIRE TEAM CARRIES TRENT AROUND FOR SOME REASON POST #<- please that makes it sound like they're just treating him like a little purse dog. #not even the wife carrying races just. #picks him up. walks away #dlfkjlhkjfgh

[boxblondiecoops]

matt stone FLUFF🙏🏾

LISTEN YALL GOT SO MUCH MATT/REMER STUFF................... fine. 🙄 I'm kidding I love y'all. Ok let's see what I conjure up this time. I'm sorry if it's kinda short.

Gender neutral again, brief mention of smoking at the end.

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Ok imma just go based off what I know of the dude but oh my god.

I feel like this guy's stressed 24/7. Like they both probably are but Matt's gotta deal with the higher ups and sometimes he just needs to let that anger out.

But listen. When you show up to his office. And you have a coffee in your hand just for him. And you give him a smile.

Suddenly he's not nearly as pissed as he was. He'll either have a second seat by his desk for you or say "fuck it" and pat his lap.

He loves when you sit on his lap for cuddles. Especially if you wrap your legs around his waist, hug under his arms and rest your head on his shoulder. And he can just work and hold you and nuzzle you and give you kisses.

And that way he can drink the coffee you made him too. He sighs into the cup and melts into the chair a little.

You are his number 1 stress reliever.

And the whole office knows it.

Trey has your ass on speed dial in case Matt starts getting snippy with everyone and constantly threatens to call you as a way of teasing his bestie.

Like he will literally call you, put you on speaker and go "Matt's being a turd again" while they're in the writers room and you can hear Matt in the back like "I am NOT!"

And he's clearly pouty and leans back and crosses his arms and throws another fit.

And when you show up and lean against the back of his chair and massage his shoulders he blushes just a little bit but calms down and Trey is just giggling to himself and probably kicking his feet under the table.

Everyone coos and Matt glared at Trey for a solid 20 seconds but then you kiss his forehead and he just leans back and sighs.

Also he can carry you, if you're comfortable with it.

Like bro has zero problem just picking you up in whatever way he wants to mess with you.

Over your shoulder? Check. Under his arm? Check. Bridal? Check. Anything and everything.

He loves seeing how much bigger his hand is than yours..... He'll kiss your knuckles every time he holds you.

His smile? When your around?? And you can see his gap tooth smile??? Absolutely adorable. If you look close enough maybe you can see the hearts in his eyes.

And it's not even a smirk but a genuine smile and he probably calls you "doll" no matter what.

He loves you.

He is not scared to show you off to anyone by the way. Paparazzi be damned. He skirts his arm around you all the time, just walking with you and guiding you to whatever destination he has in mind.

It's probably a diner or some bar but whatever your comfortable with and he keeps you close to his side, not even looking at people who give him that "yo I recognize you" look of shock.

He doesn't care.

This isn't about Matt. It's about you. Spending time with you. Being with you. Holding you. Petting you. It is time for YOU.

Let's see. Cuddles.

They probably happen on the couch.

Him laying flat on his back and you laying on him. He just loves the feeling of you on top of him. It makes him feel a little bit smaller than he actually is? But also like it's- it's like those satisfying anxiety blankets.

But he won't say it out loud.

Like I said earlier too, he loves holding you on his lap too.

If you nuzzle against his neck, he smiles like a dork and kisses your head and holds you a little bit tighter than before.

He'll massage your back for you, by the way. Starting at neck and going aaaaaallllllll the way down to your lower back. He has big hands and big muscles so it's not hard for him to work out those knots.

It's sweet.

Oh my god, if you take his glasses off and wear them? His heart goes bududududududdudududud but extra extra fast.

Because oh my god you look so cute and he kisses your nose and he smiles and shakes his head and holds his hand out, asking for them back.

If you say he's blind or laugh about his frames, he gets pouty. And if you call him out on it, he says he's just copying what you do when he teases you.

He's high key smitten with you tho I'm not even gonna lie. Like he's soft for you.

If anyone in the office says something even slightly disgruntled about you, he'd turn to them with his classic Matt Stone "you fucked up" expression.

You're name in his phone probably has some hearts or some shit in it. But he refuses to acknowledge it. Even to Trey.

If your hair is long enough, he does try to braid your hair tho. It's cute tho and they actually turn out really well.

If you paint your nails, he'll fix it up for you..... Even tho he's bad at it.

He'll share his cigarette with you if you ask nicely. He doesn't mind, honest, in fact he finds it adorable. He'll even hold the cigarette against your lips and lite it for you.

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone x male reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #trey parker and matt stone #matt stone and trey parker #trey parker #baseketball #joe cooper #south park #trey parker x reader