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#I didn’t actually draw his face and settled for the mask bc I feel bad doing that when I haven’t caught up so here’s my half assed meme
puppyeared · 3 years
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plus-ultra-oof · 3 years
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Pretty | SakuAtsu | Haikyuu!! | Tickle Fic
A/N: Ok hi so I wrote this a little while ago bc my SakuAtsu brainrot never stops and I figured I might as well share it. This is my first time posting a T-fic so please be kind lol. Also, sorry if the formatting is a mess I am on my phone.
Disclaimer: This takes place post timeskip so minor spoilers for Haikyuu! It’s nothing to major other than some vague things mentioned in passing. Also includes swearing and centers around tickling within a romantic setting (all sfw).
Summary: Sakusa’s stubborn as hell, but Atsumu is more than willing to get his boyfriend to go to sleep by whatever means necessary. Especially if that means he gets to see that pretty smile of his.
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“Ya know, yer hair is really soft Omi,” Atsumu said, breaking the calm silence that had settled over the room. It was actually Kiyoomi’s room in his apartment this time. Atsumu was lying on his bed, running his hands through Kiyoomi’s dark curls as the other man laid across the bed, head placed conveniently in the setter’s lap as he attempted to read a book. He was far too tired to do so, in Atsumu’s professional opinion. The way his eyes kept falling shut for longer between blinks and how his grip on the hardcover kept shifting until he was barely holding it open where it lay against his propped up legs supported it too.
“You already- said that,” he replied, trying for flat and uninterested but the cute yawn that interrupted his sentence completely contradicted his unbothered persona.
It’d been a long practice for everyone, but especially the spikers. Both Bokuto and Sakusa had to run an insane amount of cut shot drills on top of their usual work. Just watching it had made Atsumu tired, so he could only imagine how Omi was feeling. The man had been practically dead on his feet when they’d gotten back to their complex, so the way he had melted into their bed upon finally brushing his teeth was unsurprising. His attempts at staying up were though. Atsumu blamed that on his insistence on keeping his routine no matter what.
The stubborn bastard could barely keep his eyes open, but sure, making it through a whole chapter of that thick ass book was totally plausible.
“It’s true though,” Atsumu was quiet for a moment and then, when he got no response he added on, “and it’s so pretty too,” For that he received a half hearted glare that was dampened by the way he could feel the man leaning into his touch as his fingertips scratched lightly again his scalp. The twin smiled, his boyfriend really lost his filter when he was this tired.
Gone were the biting remarks and cold expressions, leaving him far more pliant than he would ever admit to. Hell, here he was, letting Atsumu play with his hair and letting out little sighs of contentment. His eyes were even gradually falling closed as he relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch.
The harsh lines of his face were softened by the low light in the bed room, and with his brows uncreased by any worries and his hair pooled around his head like a dark halo, he looked almost angelic. Like something out of one of those fancy paintings.
“Yer so pretty Omi,” Atsumu murmured absently, the words falling from his lips easily. It was a statement to him. A simple truth of life.
The sky was blue, volleyball was the best, and Atsumu’s boyfriend was a damn masterpiece.
This was only proved further when his cheeks began to warm, the pink flush only complimenting smooth skin and pouty lips, twitching down into a petulant frown despite his flustered state.
“Shut it,” he mumbled in reply, unable to come up with a proper comeback in his half asleep state. Atsumu smirked. Another thing he loved about sleepy Omi was his inability to disguise any of his reactions. It always made messing him even more fun.
“Omiiii, Yer so cute m’gonna dieeeeee,” he teased, leaning down to admire his expression more closely. The new angle let him see the minuscule twitch of the corner of his lips, a sign that his adorable boyfriend wasn’t really as grumpy as he was trying to appear, “Aw is that a smile I see?” Said boyfriend had abandoned all hopes of reading his book in favor of moving off of Atsumu’s lap and onto his side of the bed, laying back and closing his eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Atsumu,” he stated, his voice still managing to stay level and unaffected, a true testament to Sakusa’s insane amount of self control, “Now its late, let’s go to sleep,” Too bad Atsumu was too much of an asshole to let him be. And, he knew him well enough to chip away at that carefully crafted mask until his boyfriend was puddy in his hands.
Miya pouted and moved closer, letting his right hand come back up to rest in his curls again and the other land at his back, rubbing slow circles into it the way he knew Sakusa liked.
“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that, I just want ta see that gorgeous smile of yers,” he let his chin rest on Kiyoomi’s shoulder, pressing close to his back as his arm trailed down to wrap around his waist. He placed a light kiss against his boyfriend’s temple. The first in a trail that led down his cheek to his jaw and then took a detour down and up his neck to reach his ear again, earning soft sighs and hums as he went. Atsumu smiled, his Omi really was sweet like this: All peaceful and relaxed and unassuming, “Do me a favor and lemme see it?”
He shifted from kissing at his neck to mouthing lightly and letting his lips graze the expanse of soft pale skin at his disposal and the reaction was immediate, even if Sakusa tried to hide it. Sure, he stayed quiet, but Atsumu could feel the shivers that ran through him when he started and how his shoulders began to shake the longer he went on. He felt him jump when he let the fingers at his waist trace lazy shape into his toned stomach.
“Atsumu-“ His name was rushed out in a breathy way that only Atsumu got to hear.
“Yes Omi?” He purred, directly into his boyfriends ear, savoring the little squeak that came from the man shaking in his arms.
“N-no,” he whined, actually whined, shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the tingly sensations that were quickly perforating his sleep addled mind and making him want to give into the bouncy feeling rising in his chest.
“Why not Omi? M’just tryin ta kiss ya?” He followed his movements easily, continuing the playful torment of his boyfriend.
“You- you know exActly whehy not!” The squeak was louder this time and Kiyoomi even let a few titters loose as Atsumu started using his other hand to lightly scribble at the other side of his neck while simultaneously blowing into his ear.
“Ooh was that a giggle there Omi? What’s happenin’ baby? Somethin’ funny?” Atsumu knew that if he could, Sakusa would be griping about the teasing and how this whole thing was immature and unfair. For now though, he was too busy trying (and failing) not to devolve into a ticklish mess, so Miya was content.
“Nahaha stahahap yohuhu bahahastard!” He forced out through his giggles. The sound was light and filled with gasping breathes and squeals. Kiyoomi hated it, but it was one of Atsumu’s favorite sounds. Especially when he knew he was the cause of it.
Whether it came from unraveling him like this or timing a sarcastic joke just right, he savored it each time he got to hear it, so he didn’t appreciate it when both ungloved hands flew up to muffle it.
“Hey what’dya do that for?” He asked, his own pout forming on his lips as he leaned up to see his boyfriend’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut again and the flush was even brighter now. What was really captivating though, was the way his whole face seemed to brighten, even with his open mouth smile covered up.
Atsumu couldn’t help but stop and stare for a few seconds before remembering the task at hand. To see that pretty smile for real.
“C’mon Omi, just pull yer hands away or m’gonna haveta resort to extreme measures,” Atsumu increased his effort at leaving barely there kisses along Kiyoomi’s neck, feeling his heart race against his lips when he reached the pulse point. This got a cacophony of muffled squeaks and giggles before he finally gave into instinct and moved one of his hands away to push at his face.
As soon as it came up, Atsumu saw his chance and took it.
The hand that was drawing shivery patterns over sharp hip bones immediately skittered up Sakusa’s side to find its mark just above his ribs, sending the arm crashing right back down with a muffled shriek.
“Pffft phmp uff,” Came the dampened response as the other hand stayed stubborn in its quest to deprive Atsumu of his happiness. He decided to take it up another notch, because despite his tiredness, his Omi-Omi was still able to put up a good fight. He wouldn’t have him any other way: As headstrong as he was talented.
“Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Atsumu leaned back just enough to leave some space between himself and Kiyoomi’s back. For insurance and safety purposes, he threw a leg over his waist to make sure he would fall off the bed.
Then all bets were off.
He started actually scratching at his armpits in tandem with leaving sloppy kisses along his spine and shoulder blades and any other part of his back he could reach at the moment, and the reaction was instantaneous and oh so satisfying.
“Mmmmphhhuhuhuck AtsuhuHU! NaHAHA STAHAP!”
“What babe? Somethin’ wrong?” He made sure to speak against the skin of his back, his words sending ticklish tremors through Kiyoomi as his worst spot was attacked.
“NOHOHOT THEHERE AHATSUHU!” Something seemed to switch off in his brain as his arms finally fell limp at his sides and he threw his head back against the pillows, laughing fully now. When they did, Atsumu immediately toned it down, abandoning his underarm in favor of leaving feather light scratches down the sides of his boyfriend’s back, making him shiver and keeping him caught up in his giggles without torturing him too bad.
Omi could never say that he was anything but nice about this....Well at least at this particular moment. Sakusa definitely kept a dated list of the times that his boyfriend had ruthlessly abused this specific weakness, but that was besides the point.
“Ahatsuhuhu,” Atsumu looked up at the sound of his name falling from upturned lips and found himself mesmerized by the sight.
Now that Kiyoomi had given up on stopping him he’d shifted to flop down on his stomach, bracing his head on his arms as he tried to contain the shaky laughter still spilling easily from his mouth. His hair was tousled from the struggle and his eyes were teary from laughing so hard and he was in an eternal state of flushed and fuck he was beautiful.
Too pretty for his own good. And Atsumu’s. At this rate, he was gonna die before he got to the Olympics.
He could just see it now: Miya Atsumu, beloved son, brother, boyfriend, and teammate. Cause of death: Seeing his godlike boyfriend laugh his heart out.
Shit, ‘Samu was right, he was whipped.
“Tsuhuhuhumuuu, m’tired,” Whiny giggles followed by a familiar yawn brought him out of his thoughts and he let his fingers slow to a stop, moving up in the bed to be beside his still giggling boyfriend. He turned him over onto his back before placing his book onto the nights stand and turning out the light.
“A-asshole,” Sakusa groaned, through breathy pants, giving him a half-hearted shove as he turned to face the blonde.
“But ya love me,” he teased moving in closer to lay his head on the dark haired man’s chest, listening patiently as his heartbeat finally started to slow down.
“You suck,” he murmured in response, his tone empty of any real malice. Plus, the way he was snuggling closer and lacing their hands together across Atsumu’s waist contradicted his words anyway.
Atsumu smiled and took a final look at his boyfriend before closing his eyes to follow him into sleep. And as a man of a limited vocabulary when it came to most things other than volleyball, his last thoughts prior to drifting off were as simple as they were true: Omi’s so pretty.
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sketcheydyslexic · 3 years
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( 100 follower special) Color palette sketches and general headcanons! (axe, killer, nightmare, dream, ink, reaper, fresh, raspberry, and classic sans)
Here are the og posts with the colour palette wheels! 2 3 and the other two they did.
It is a personal favorite imagine of mine for the guys being busy and stealing a quick make-out from their y/n on the clock. So most of these sketches are made with that imagine in mind. Very much so with ink, sans, dream, fresh, reaper and nightmare
I posted the first sketch with horrortale sans already, but that's bc it was on it's own bhc appreciation post.
errr... i made this before i got my apple pencil, and before i upgraded to ProCreate... i didn't have enough time to redo all the sketches, but hey- there is allways the 200 follower mark to celebrate with better quality stuff! I still like the sketches anyway =P
This is actually long I had to split it lmao.
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A cute lil color palette doodle I did. It was called ‘rose ash’ n I had to draw my favorite boy, Ash is from bonley hearts club!
The headcanons are for my horror sans though.
Axe:
He likes napping together, your soft and give him good dreams.
He just.. watches you a lot. You don’t know why. It’s probably him just admiring you or memorizing something about what your doing. If it’s your hobby, he probably wants to get the details down so he can enjoy it too.
He loves baking, he need help tho - and your the perfect help.
If you leave for work or school on a specific route, he will offer to walk you to the destination or your car. Everyday. He just wants to make sure you are safe, he loves his y/n.
he will try to follow you around alot, unless you tell him not too. he cant help it- your small and fragile compared to him. he just wants his angel to be safe.
He’s kind of like a puppy, of course being so close to going feral brought out his more primal nature out to begin with... but! He is like a puppy. Or a weird mix of cat and a puppy? He doesn’t like upsetting you, and sometimes he can be an absolute rat bastard.
He brings you things he thinks are beautiful because they remind him of you.
He also likes to take you into the wood to look at animals, he can help you sneak like a pro, you’ve seen so many magnificent deer and even accidentally stumbled apon a bear Axe had never seen in his woods before- he didn’t like that encounter very much...
He is very family oriented, family always comes first. It's a good thing your part of his family now
(period havers)- him and his brothers can smell when your on your period. They can also smell when you ovulate. The only way that its light and less noticeable is if you rince off once or twice a day.(this hc goes for all the skeletons!)
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Killer, from the ‘skeleton war’ color palette
Killer:
He's a rat bastard too. But he's your rat bastard.
It took a little while after meeting him to finally settle into a comfortable pattern that developed your relationship.
He can be a soft boy, he just chooses to be chaotic soft boy.
You guys can sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee at midnight, having an awesome time together.
He possesses a secret move... Sass. At first it could come off aggression, but no, he's just being a sassy bitch.
Shame dosen't really exist with him sometimes. It's like he dosen't even have the ability to feel shame. The only time you got to see the look of remorse and shame on his tear streaked face was when he pushed a boundary and made you uncomfortable.
Your the one person he always makes sure to not push to far, it sin his nature to pick a bit but he is always sure to stop if you are honestly not amused.
He would be very hurt if you ever shamed him for how he acts. It's immature sure- but he has his reasons and you know about them, for some reason you already knowing why he does what he does makes the hurt just that much more painfully.
He is very prideful about how he snagged you as a mate. Anyone and their blind mother can see how killer puffs up his feathers when he has you on his arm.
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A boy that hold a special place in my heart, uncorrupt nightmare. Made with The colour palette named ‘burden’. My friend sent me a mini-fic that reminded me of how helplessly I simp him
Uncorrupt nightmare:
Timid, precious boy was beyond dumbfounded when you were anything but negitivly affected from his aura. You were so calm, dream was lovely but sometimes he gave you anxiety with how uppity and all over the place he was, so nightmare was like a tiny blessing to your own wallflower soul.
You can't feel his aura, why? no one can figure it out.
He always thought you were a prompt ignoring or pushing away the feeling of dread he often brought with him into a room. “Why do you hang out with me so much if your always uncomfortable near me?” “what are you talking about, nighty? I'm never uncomfortable with you! ... Actually I'm pretty comfortable hanging out with you” he didn't question you on it again, but the way he couldn't feel a lie in your intent made hi brain turn trying to figure out how you could possible be being truthful.
Your anxiety attract after his brother had pushed you bit to far in front of the whole village one day, had him rethinking your ability to mask when you lied, because he was the first person you ran to cling too after fleeing from the public humiliation you had been put through. It was only after he managed to calmly walk you out of your panicked state that it finally hit him. You honestly felt comfort with him. He made you feel safe
He just can't let himself blieve you actually like him, even though he can feel it, and sense no lie from you. He is filled with self doubt. Why would someone like you want him?
He needs a healthy dose of reassurance, but he gets better with accepting that he deserves good things too.
You probably have to give rather large hints for him to initiate anything unless you want to just bite the bullet yourself.
It takes a long time, but he eventually relaxes into how your relationship works- even getting comfortable enough to initiate things himself.
He always asks if he can kiss you. Sometimes verbally, sometimes non-verbally, the important thing is that he always sees to it that you are comfortable with him touching you in anyway.
Please don't tease or be mean to him. He can handle a little picking every now and then- but if the only person who was holding him together starting hammering at the weaker places of him, he would shatter rather quickly. So don't push him very far, he loves you very much and if he thinks you turned against him too- corruption will infect him fast enough to make your head spin.
As all normal couples, you guys have your healthy disagreements and fights. But it's always quickly smoothed over.
He wants to soulbond with you, and he can't wait until the day comes that he gets to.
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Color palette name ‘bubbleyellow’ for dreamy boy.
Dream:
He wants to soul bond with you so very desperately, but that commitment with his job as a guardian is frightening to him. He doesn't want to lack in his duty to provide for his s/o because he is a guardian.
Big Soft boy energy. He is so sweet and wholesome.
He is your Snuggle bunny. He loves cuddling up to you.
You guys make breakfast/lunch/dinner together, it's always so much more enjoyable when dream is there with you.
You don't feel his aura. He dosen't know why, and you don't either.
He was expressing his worry of you only liking him because of his aura when he found out. “-i just don't want to keep you in a relationship we're your feeling things different because of my aura.” “what the hell are you talking about, dream?” the odd look you we're giving him made him think you just wanted to pretend like that wasn't a possibility, so he gave it a rest.
It wasn't until he found you in the middle of a mental breakdown, and his presence didn't alter your current state at all. That's was a very odd thing for dream to put together in his brain. He did his best to help you feel better, it was a lotdifrent from what was used to, since his aura normally calmed people enough to help themselves calm down.
he likes baked goods! pancakes, muffins, cakes, brownies, no bakes, all of that good stuf.
he has a stashed box filled of your favorite goodies to give you every now and again when you have adown day.
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Ink made with the ‘brickwork’ palette.
Ink:
He's a rat bastard too. He has the ability to reel it in when it comes to you though.
He pesters you about modeling for him. He will let you use him as an art model too, if you want him to.
He loves listening to your ideas, he thinks you have a beautiful mind- your creativity inspires his own
He has a beautiful painting of your eyes, you just don't know they are your eyes. He will tell you one day, but for now, he just wants you to keep thinking the exact oil paint replica of the windows to your soul are beautiful.
He is very unstable- one moment he is buddha calm and relaxed, the next he acts like he hasn't sleep for a year and his blood is made of pure energy drink.
He leaves broomie laying around the house often, sometimes forgetting to bring his paintbrush with him when he leaves. You think he is just using it as an excuse to come back later without seeming overly clingy.
He is actually very good at keeping up with your human needs, he knows you need certain things he dosen't- so he will make sure to pick up more necessitys for youevery so often. He likes making life a little easier on you.
He always puts broomie in a specific chair, thus forming a very long running joke that, that was broomies chair- no one takes broomies chair.
I have a strong feeling ink would like the coffee coca cola. Man guzzles paint, don't tell me he wouldn't. He probably like the vanilla kind the best. It just reminds him of acrylic paint. (I'm drinking it right now, it's not that bad, but I definitely won't buy another lol. I refuse to waste it)
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Our classic boy! I used the ‘blue days’ palette for him.
Classic:
Every sans or papyrus will be clingy, they are just built like that when it comes to having a S/o- it's in their instincts to stay near their mate, but also they have their respective mental issues.
He just likes to chill. Duh. He has so much stress piled on him already, he doesn't want anymore hecticness going on daily.
He doesn't particularly like humans. But he can, once he gets to know them.
You probably went through a trial period of him being very standoffish, probably even an asshole. If you pass this part of building up a relationship with him, he will finally accept to give you a chance as an individual.
He know you aren't a bad person, he is just wary. Just as you are with certain situations- everyone has those things that unsettle them.
Your relationship will settle into that 100% comfort zone eventually. You both know what is crossing a line, and what territory is free, so you guys can roam around without a care in the world.
He is in constant fear of losing you, now that you've gotten so close to him.
Sometimes you just need someone to be there with you through everything no matter what, and to sans that's what you are. He is more than happy to be that for you too.
Sometimes it slips your mind that he is just your boyfriend, not the partner you've had for lifetime upon lifetimes. You guys just clicked together so well, after you both let down the high walls.
He has down periods, and nothing helps more that when you are there for him. Okay- well, papyrus is an extra bonus too. He just can't talk to pap about all the stuff he opened up to you about. It was hard enough to tell someone who didn't live through it- he couldn't tell his brother about it.
He will probably need a push to accept the way he feels about you- every timeline is different ;)
he has a matching something with you. maybe a matching jewlery, maybe a cheesey matching shirt, maybe matching cofee mugs, who knows, but you guys have some like that.
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Fresh got a kiss kiss too ^^ his color palette is called ‘soda and skateboards’
Fresh:
he loves to hold your hand
or hold you flush against him. your warm body against him is a solid reminder that you are there with him, you really can love a parasite like him.
he is a cuddle bug, he will cling to you when he wants to cuddle. youll need a very serious ‘no’ to get him to knock it off, but come on y/n... the skeleton just wants some tlc
you know how you start to develop lil habbits or things your s/o says after you spend so much time around them? yeah, you cant stop with the neon lingo your boyfriend infected your mind with. justs like he cant stop quoting things you say, or when he is alone he does things you do. he always catches himself a few minutes after- it makes him feel all fuzzy, the small reminder of your impact on his life.
he thinks you are the cutest thing in the world wen you wear his hoodie or his glasses.
if you dont aready know how to skate or rollerblade, he takes full pride and enjoyment in teachig you. he’ll have so much joy with you clinging to him this time around, flailing about and being all wobbly kneed.
then after you get a hang of how the basics work, he will never have flt as proud of his own doings. his y/n will soar around the rink like the free spirit they are!
he likes bringing you stuff. anything he knows youll like. if he sees it, and you like it, hes gonna buy it- n if he cant buy it, hes going to make damned sure no one knows it was him who snatched it.
you will never be in danger for long with this skeleton as your man, he will do the most to keep you safe. lord have mercy on the ignorant soul that thinks they can lay a harmful hand on his mate. murder isnt off the table for him.
he likes vine, and has mastered the art of quoting ALL them just right.
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Raspberry has joined my swapfells! From the’never look back’ palette
Raspberry:
our sweet second in command, our sour boy.
it takes him forever and a decade for him to realize he liked you. (you can thank his brother for helping that along a lot faster)
he dosesnt give five fucks about the rest of the world, but if you are his family- your protection is his upmost important priority.
for a long time he wont give duting somone for messing with you or his brother. he will finaly phase out of it being his first thought of action once he is on the surface for a few years. the queen dsent want anyone to get the wrong idea about monsterkind, dispite the argument that there is a human murdered by another human regularly.
he talkes like a papyrus. and he isnt very uptight around family- to the public he is te well structured,powerful sans, one no one dares to mes with unless they having a dusting-wish.
he knows everything, or can find out in due time. no information he needs is unobtainable, for him at least. how he does it? i couldnt tell you even if i knew.
he isnt one of the slimmed down swapfells. his bones are just thicker- like a classic sans build. of course he is ripped, shockingly so, his natural build is heavier set.
he inhales greasy foods. give the man take out, give him grilbys, give him deepfried shit. he loves it.
he can be a profesional minipulator, and is very much aware of this skill. he uses it to his advantace, but never on you or his brother- he will use it FOR you and his brother though.
he has a hard time puting himself first. he has an even wose time with articulating how he feels- it all gof though, he is working on it.
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Reaper, made with the ‘deaths kiss’ palette!
Reaper:
If someone told him that he would have a human blessed upon him, one that would love him, be able to contact him without their life withering away right in front of him- he would have laughed right in their face. A cruel thing to joke about with someone in his situation. He was fated to be alone for all eternity- in more ways than one.
it dosent matter to him if you are mortal or a devine being. you will always be on the highest pedestal to him.
not many people look at death and say ‘wow, he is beautiful.’ or ‘i think i love him’ but you- you did. you saw him, in al that he is, and said “yes, this is the man i love”
if you are mortal, he will do anything he knows how to prolong your life or even alter it to his own lifespan if youd allow him.
there are plenty arumor that he kindaped you after finding that you were not affected by ‘deaths kiss’. or that you werent even real.
he would do anything for you, buy anything, steal anything, kill anything- yeah, you would have to talk to him about that... it all good tough, atleast you know he really dose love you.
he always asks before he touches you. at first he would flinch a bit when you went to touch him, he still to this day has a fear that you would crumble to nothing when you layed a delicate palm to his cheekbone. or that you would screetch in agony when his hand interlaced with yours.
he would fall into a period of anxiety and depression once realizing it wasnt just ‘friendly feelings’ he had twords you. doing anything other than the light touches or sometimes longer hugs he would ask for terrified him- what if he kised you to death, litterarly?
you help him work out of it eventually, and go on to develop a stong rlationship with your god of death.
he likes flowers, despite not being able to touch them without hem wilting. he often gifts them to you.
do you like snuggling up to a warm fireplace after being out in the freezing cold? thats what your soul feels like when you are with him. finally safe, and at home.
Woo! 100 followers, yay! Thank you all so much for your support, it means a lot too me! Cringe culture held me back from doing/sharinng what I enjoy for the longest time, this has really helped me get out of that mindset that people were going to harass me.
Love you guys, and Happy reading <3
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gwynrielsupremacy · 3 years
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Azriel surprises Gwyn for her birthday PART. 6
Guys just so you know i need to think of a better name for this bc like THIS IS GETTING BIIIIG (I have a playlist on spotify called "what would gwynriel sing" and i think i'll draw inspiration from there lol)
IT'S GWYN'S POV AGAIN (and this one's a little shorter lol i'm sorry... Rhys is in this chapter bc i honestly share the headcanon that Gwyn and Rhys would be close friends!)
MY GIRLS: @starbornsinger @madie2200 @katiebellf here it is!! And check out the Chapter List here
Gwyn couldn’t deny. She was nervous. That morning the words just rushed out about leaving the library, because she truly felt inspired by Diane’s words. She had spent the previous night awake, even if Emerie and Nesta had long fallen asleep, thinking about what she had to do next. She was feeling braver. Maybe it was because that was the best birthday she had since Sangravah, or perhaps ever, due to the circumstances. She still missed Catrin like crazy during the day, still felt that familiar ache in her chest when she worked at the library in the afternoon, or went training in the morning. But somehow, after everything that has happened in the evening, the lingering image of her sister started being more of a comfort, a companion, than the sorrow and guilt she was accustomed to.
Still, she was nervous.
She did really want to leave the library, and Clotho seemed happy, maybe even proud, to let her go. Merrill didn’t care as long as she kept working for her, at least a couple hours a day. One day, Gwyn thought that would change too. But for now, one step at a time. The night she went to the Town House and dined with the Inner Circle was one of many small steps Gwyn’s been giving these last few months towards more autonomy, independence, and strength. Towards the life she wanted for herself. And now, the day where she decided to move out of the library was the day she took another one.
And Azriel… Honestly, she thought she would be more scared about the prospect of having a mate than she actually did. Most of all, she was happy. She felt lucky and had the confidence that if anything were to happen between the two of them, they would take it slow, at her pace. She wouldn’t have it any other way. That if Azriel were to find out about the bond any time soon; or if she would summon enough courage to tell him. Because if he did know, he would’ve said something by now, wouldn’t he?
Yep. She was very nervous.
What she dreaded the most was the fact that Azriel, well, he may not feel the same once he found out. The Cauldron could be wrong, after all. And all these last months of getting closer to each other, training in companionable silence, laughing together, bantering… She was more than grateful for their friendship, but she knew that Azriel still had some things to figure out – about Elain. If he truly still felt something towards her, that was enough to strain Gwyn’s hopes for the moment. To maintain the quiet feeling to herself, and what it meant; that she was indeed worthy of happiness not only alone, but with another one.
She tried to push all those feelings aside as she was getting ready for dinner at the River House, the High Lady and Lord’s official estate. She looked at herself in the mirror, spinning side to side. It wasn’t much – after all, she didn’t have any clothes besides her robes, nightgowns and training leathers – but the outfit the House provided was more than enough. Her baggy turquoise linen pants and her white, loose crop top made her extremely comfortable, even if the latter was slightly shorter than what she was accustomed to.
She still wore the necklace Azriel re-gifted her. When he told her a few months back about the whole story, she truly understood him. He was in a bad place at the time, but so did she. And even if he had indeed made a mistake, she was glad to have it now. To know that someone gave it to her willingly, that was the thought she held on to. First person considered or not. And besides, it looked great against her freckled skin.
A gentle knock on the door of her new bedroom sounded. “Gwyn, you ready?”
“Yeah, come in”
Nesta opened the door and something sparked in her eyes as she stared at Gwyn through the mirror.
“You look beautiful, girl”
She spun on her heels and smiled at Nesta.
“I do, don’t I?”
They both laughed as they linked their arms and left the room.
“So” Nesta begun, as they walked towards the main entrance together “How are you settling in?”
“It’s very cozy, and I just love that view. The House is providing me everything I need at the moment. Thank you for inviting me to stay.” She gave her sister a grateful smile
“Well, I was serious; you can stay with us for as long as you want.”
“That means a lot.” Gwyn couldn’t contain her smile as she gently nudged her head against her sister’s.
“Don’t mention. I know you’d do the same for me.” And Nesta was right. Without thinking twice, Gwyn would have done the same for both of her newfound sisters. She was so grateful and thrilled their paths had crossed this way.
“By the way” Nesta mentioned innocently when they reached the common area “The room you chose, well, that’s three doors up from Azriel’s. If you have a problem with that, feel free to say it.”
And as she was summoning his presence, that was the moment the Shadowsinger came to vision, talking to Cassian in the balcony – waiting for them.
Gwyn drew on a breath, staring straight at him. When he caught her eye, she couldn’t help her smile. And when his eyes glittered, scanning her from head to toe, she answered quietly to her sister:
“No. I think that’ll be fine.”
*******
The River House was beautiful. Gwyn admired it as the four of them stood by the front door. It was big, but the decoration made it seem comfortable and cozy, despite its size. A true home, Gwyn thought.
Feyre opened the door, a warm smile instantly on her face.
“Come in!”
As soon as they stepped on the entrance hall, Gwyn marveled at the big painting on display. It was a portrait of Nesta as she held the line at the Pass of Enalius. Her cunning eyes seemed to look directly at anyone who came in, daring and challenging. “This is amazing.” She said, tearing her eyes from the image at last and looking at Feyre. Cassian and Nesta had already entered the living room and Azriel stood by the doorway, lingering.
Feyre was still smiling at her when she answered. “Thank you very much, Gwyn. I have others I can show you later, if you’d like.”
“I would love to. You have a beautiful home.” And she could barely conceal the emotion in her eyes as Feyre held her hand and sighed gratefully. She, maybe more than anyone, was well aware of how lucky she was to have such a family.
“We do.”
It was just when she reached the living room and beheld all of those who Feyre and Rhysand loved the most she felt Azriel’s presence still a few steps behind her, his eyes fixed upon her. A tendril of shadow curled up slightly at her wrist, as if saying We’re here. So she looked back for half a second before entering further into the room, only enough to meet his cryptic gaze and give him a half-smile. And couldn’t help the sparkling feeling in her chest when he gave her a reassuring nod.
*****
The night was going on peacefully. Gwyn didn’t say much, and it was rather content in observe. That way, she didn’t feel exposed, and also could get to know the Inner Circle better: their dynamics and bantering, how they acted around each other and discussed both serious and light topics. Elain, for example, was sitting in a chair in the corner, drink in hand. She only joined for dinner, ate quietly and then excused herself from the table for a long time. Rhys and Feyre took turns in watching Nyx, since this evening he went to sleep early. Emerie and Mor were having what seemed to be a very intimate conversation, knees touching and heads close, and Nesta and Cassian, well… They were being their usual selves.
And then she landed her eyes on the Shadowsinger. He was definitely the quietest of them all, even if during dinner he had participated in the more serious subjects of conversation and exchanged a few casual words with Gwyn. She could observe enough to notice he didn’t once glance at Elain, or her at him, and that they kept their distance. He actually seemed to have spent the evening doing the same thing Gwyn was, which was observing; except for him it was natural, a second skin. He certainly had enough time these hundred years to know well about the rest of his family, while she was doing that precisely to learn more about them. If it was easy for her to be like this, for him was instinct.
She couldn't stop but detain herself on the details of his face, though, as he now spoke to Mor, who had subtly approached him. He wore that inexpressive mask, but she could see the way his brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw set just slightly... There was something concerning him, making him uneasy. She wondered, maybe for the tenth time, when she would tell him. Or if she should let him find out by himself. And again, her heart fluttered as he put his hands in his pockets and nodded along, listening to Mor.
How could the Cauldron have chosen this? To have defined them as mates... He was the one who saved her, who’d seen her low, who helped her at the very worst moment of her life. And although she would be forever grateful for it, she was aware he had enough on his plate – to burden him with her feelings... She didn't know what to do. It was at that moment their eyes locked across the room. She didn't realize she had still been staring, and quickly darted her eyes away.
Only to meet with Rhysand’s staring at her from across the table.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.
Oh, shit. Shit. Gwyn contained her gasp. He heard her. She didn't know for how long, but he could read her thoughts.
I was just going to ask you if you were feeling okay.
She knew what he meant. But still...
"Please. Please don’t say a word". She managed to whisper to that presence in her mind.
He doesn't know? She could feel his curiosity. Although they were still staring at each other, his face yielded nothing.
"I don't think so. Please, just…"
Don't worry, Gwyn. I won't tell him.
She could've cried in relieve. "Thank you."
He only nodded at her and raised his glass, and she could feel his presence fading from her mind.
*****
When they arrived at the House of Wind, a few hours later, Gwyn was still a little uneasy. She needed to learn how to shield her mind properly; even if she felt she trusted Rhys’s word, she couldn’t feel relaxed at the thought that someone else knew about what she’d only recently discovered and were still trying to figure out.
She could barely stare at Azriel when they flew all the way back. They remained silent all the way to the House of Wind, and her gaze remained fixed on the city landscape below them, or on the skies above. Never on him or their closeness, even if she’d caught him glancing at her a few times. They landed just a few minutes after Nesta and Cassian. When she meant to let go of his hand, he held it just for a moment longer:
“Did you have fun tonight?”
She nodded, managing to bring a smile upon her face. She didn’t want him to see how nervous she was; they were never like that around each other.
“A lot. Your family is very…”
“Extravagant?”
“I was going to say kind. But they might be a little extravagant, too.”
The corner of his lips tugged upward, and she let out a quiet laugh. “Are you going to sleep now?”
“In a few hours, maybe. I think I’ll hit the training ring first.”
She nodded. His shadows swirled a little at his shoulders. She seemed to forget about her nervousness for a second as she noticed his slightly furrowed brows, as if he was concentrating: “You know you don’t have to restrain them, if it tires you.”
“They should behave better.” It was all he grunted back, slightly annoyed at his dancing shadows.
“Well, I don’t mind at all. I like them. So at least around me, you shouldn’t worry about it.”
The seconds her eyes held his stare were enough to make Gwyn feel like she could burst – or touch him, again. So she turned away and smiled over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Az.”
All she felt before reaching the stairway was a tendril of shadow gently curling around her arm.
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sharkmobster · 3 years
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more funtime found family au stuff but this time focusing on funtime freddy and michael's relationship. it's incredibly rambly and turns into off-kilter dialogue but i gotta get this off my chest.
tw mentioned child abuse/death
• doesn't actually like michael (at first) even tho i draw them hanging around each other a lot
• bon bon is the only reason he does loaf around him. (bon bon and bonnet being the only ones who like Michael in the beginning.) They're attached to each other so it's inevitable that they would hang around mikey.
• ft freddy plays really mean spirited jokes on michael bc he's not allowed to harm him. he has to get real creative. (ft freddy has a lot of anger inside of him. people write him off as being dumb and goofy but really that's just a mask that he put up so he didn't scare people away. of course the funtimes know how he is, knows who he is right to his core bc they're all connected on a deeper/technological level.)
• (slaps funtime freddy. this bear can fit so much trauma and abandonment issues in him!)
• can be incredibly vindictive when he wants to be and takes out a lot of his agression on Michael. michael shares the afton name (bc he sure as hell doesn't look like william in my au lol) and that alone is enough for ft freddy to bully him.
• (the funtimes blame william for abandoning them so ft freddy takes it especially personal when his ankle biter comes around to "liberate" them. and on some deeper level freddy is just terrified that michael will abandon them all, just like willy did. he never voices this of course. opting to show his apprehension and fear in a more destructive way, pushing Michael further away.)
• canon ft freddy: sinister but still goofy and knows how to have a good time
my ft freddy: goofy and repressed anger issues, doesn't know how to enjoy himself without causing someone some kinda pain.
• michael gets fed up with being terrorized eventually and confronts him, and ft freddy drops the silly act for a bit just ready to blow up at him. (he can't even place why he's still so angry at michael when really he's been nothing but hospitable and accomodating to their wants and needs but fuck he's just so wound up he doesn't know what to do) michael compares him to william during the argument (cruel and vindictive just like william wanted) and ft freddy nearly rings his neck, absolutely seething but bon bon doesnt let that happen of course. (idk if this is confirmed canon but bon bon was designed to placate freddy. he raises his voice even slightly and bon bon's petting his face, stopping him from getting even more agressive)
• ft freddy shuts down after the confrontation ends (emotionally, anyway) and the blow out itself is completely anti climatic, nobody getting hurt. he ends up isolating himself from the others with bon bon hovering around like a concerned mother hen. Baby and the others give him space but michael (after he cools down anyways) won't leave him alone.
• See the thing is: Michael understands. Michael understands more than anyone what it's like to feel so deeply, what it's like to hate and hate and to keep hating until that rage is your whole life. It's suffocating. and he had to deal with that all on his own, choking on his own grief and rage without anyone to guide him. (his brother is dead bc of him and he carries that with him everywhere he goes, in everything he does.)
• They're living in the countryside of France at this point in time, far off from any wandering eyes, a thick forest surrounding their home. Freddy has a few hiding spots that he scouted out within the first few days of staying there. And that's where Michael finds him, hiding out in a small alcove by the a creek, throwing rocks at the trees (and sometimes wildlife).
• freddy doesn't aknowledge him, ignoring him like a child would and bon bon frets nervously between them, not wanting another fight to break out. Michael tells them that he's not here to fight anymore, he just wants to talk. you like to talk, don't you? and freddy doesn't say anything, running his fingers through the dirt, absentmindedly.
• michael asks bon bon to leave so that they can have a private convo and bon bon freaks out like absolutely not, he might hurt you and michael asks freddy directly like "are you going to hurt me?" freddy still isn't talkative, and he's rigid when he shakes his head no after a bit of silence. Bon Bon asks if he's alright with him leaving and freddy just shrugs, still staring at nothing in the distance. bon bon hesitates for a few moments before finally leaving, telling Michael to call out to him if he's in danger but michael rushes him along.
• it's just them now, nothing but the sounds of nature around them. michael asks how he's feeling and freddy shrugs again. Michael strikes up a one sided conversation, stepping closer and closer to him over time not really getting any kinda response out of him but eventually, during his rambling, freddy finally looks at him and says "Y-You just don't get-get it." and then goes back to the silent treatment.
• Michael's quiet, having made his way up to standing right next to freddy (he's only a tiny bit taller than him when he's just sitting like that). he nods his head, considering something for a while until finally he goes "Did I ever tell you about what it was like? Ya know. Being William Afton's golden child?" freddy doesn't say anything but he pauses from drawing circles in the dirt, tilts his head just a fraction to let mikey know he's listening.
• michael stares at the creek. "He wasn't the most outwardly loving father. Wasn't really the nicest one, either. But, I wanted his approval so bad, I'd do anything for it." Freddy slowly turns his head to watch him carefully. that's got his attention. "I did a bunch of stupid shit back then, all cause I wanted to be noticed by him. But all that attention went to my little-" and michael draws in a sudden breath, pained. stays silent for a moment, working up the courage to speak. "I did something awful to my brother. All for my father. And it's an awful thing to say but his death didn't matter. Pops didnt bat an eye and Mom was too far gone by that point after Elizabeth...." he looks back in the direction of the cottage. "Well.... you know what happened to Elizabeth." Freddy's stare is hard and unyielding. "He's gone now and I was the only one who cared enough. His fuckin' abuser cared more for his passing than his own father did."
• "He threw me into the basement. Did you know that?" Michael bounces from one foot to another, anxiety written into his very bones. he's lost in his rambling now, having never spoken these words out loud to anyone. "I killed his son and he locked me away in the dark for three years." Freddy fully turns to give Michael his undivided attention, stock still, hanging off of his every word. "I got out. Eventually. I ran away and lived on the streets for years until someone got a hold of me. Told me my old man was missing, presumed dead. Got a pretty penny from the fazbear business he co-owned with Mr. Emily. Things were going good, I guess. I was overwhelmed for the most part, didn't do anything other than bounce around from hotels every few days. In some way, I felt like he was still out there, watching me. I just kept running. And then i found out about you." He glances at freddy and looks away quickly when he finds an unblinking visage staring back. "Found out about all of you. Locked away in a storage facility for over 30 years. In the dark. All alone." an incredibly long silence stretches out between them, freddy fidgeting, hyperaware of every noise going on around them.
• "You think I don't get it. But I do. I think I understand you more than anyone could." Michael's staring back at him, raw emotion across his face, eyes soft with empathy and that's what makes Freddy turn away from him. Suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to fight with you. Not you. Not Ballora, or Foxy, or Eli-" He visibly winces, but regains his composure. "...I just... need you to understand that I want to help."
• Freddy's never been so quiet, and it's such an odd sight. Michael's not sure if he should say anything else or if he should leave the bear alone. the bear speaks up, finally "W-We could've kill-killed you."
• "That was always a possibility, yeah. I woulda deserved it." Freddy's not sure if he likes the way Michael talks about himself sometimes. "I needed to get you guys out of there, though. That was more important than whatever could've happened to me." Michael huffs. "Besides, if I hadn't bailed you guys out then I would've never gone to Paris. Ballora has good taste in real estate, I think." and despite everything, freddy lets out a sudden breath that could've been mistaken for a sensible chuckle. Michael smiles anyway.
• Things settle down afterwards, though there's no bite to Freddy's jokes now. They're not as close as Michael wants, Freddy still keeping his distance, keeping his walls up but it's something.
• Freddy starts watching horror movies with him late into the night and until dawn. Doesn't let Michael sleep in afterwards and he might just regret this but it makes Freddy happy. Things go back to normal in the cottage, as normal as things can be for a motley troupe like them anyways. Michael starts laughing at his jokes more.
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c’mere, honey | d.h
BASED ON THIS ASK... can i ask for a like happy fic wit female pronouns and prompt 34? diego hargreeves pls ily -- anon. WARNINGS:  female pronouns used; no physical descriptions of the person are made, but I didn’t go gender-neutral on this one, per the anon’s request. this was written a while ago, but i’m reposting bc tumblr refuses to let anything of mine be shown in tags anymore. :( hopefully this works. x
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HE WASN’T SURE WHEN THE NIGHTLY VISITS BECAME A SERIOUS HABIT.
He never did it with the intention to start a regular schedule. It had only been a combination of piss-poor factors -- his late night street-stalking habits, his inability to stay away from the one friend he hadn’t lost yet, and the fact that no matter how bad his night had gone, he couldn’t make it past a minute without laughing at one of her stupid jokes, or smiling at her dancing stupidly in the kitchen in an attempt to make him happy. He wanted to be around her, and his body dragged him to her apartment even without thinking about it, and then...it just happened.
He came to her almost every night. Sometimes he felt bad about it and skipped out, forcing himself to take a break from bothering her. But she scolded him about that every time. Like she actually wanted him there, stinking about her living room and staring at her swivelling form every chance he could. He didn’t really believe her, but he came anyways.
Couldn’t keep himself away.
That night started just as they always did. Diego slipped in through the half-cracked window, and she hailed him in with a loud cry too cheery for that time of night. He used to flinch at her touch; over time, he grew to expect it. Even going so far as to reach for her incoming arms, pulling her to him as tight as he could and burrowing his cold face in her neck. Sometimes, he debated pulling back enough and kissing the soft, sweet-smelling skin, just barely pressing his love into the curve.
“I missed you,” he said instead. The words were muffled by her thick red sweater, but when her arms squeezed a little harder, he knew she heard him. “You good?”
“All good,” she replied. “Better, now that I’ve seen you.”
They’ve always shared a flirtatious relationship -- it built naturally and lingered even when they remained strictly platonic. Maybe it was what he liked most about her. She didn’t seem to bother with the strict guidelines of most friendships. Lines always blurred with her and the way she hugged, how she held his hand and traced soft details into the calloused skin -- how she pulled him to the couch and sank into with his arms still around her, forcing his shivering body to lean into her own honey sweet touch.
She pulled away from him a little, holding onto his gloved hands. Her own fingers danced over the black fabric.
“You’re always so cold.”
“M’sorry.”
She shrugged. Her grasp still held. “Not a bad thing. Just an observation.”
Diego wondered if he should pull away. If he should just pull his hands out of her grasp and throw himself out from whence he came. He didn’t want to ruin her. Pull apart her naturally warm energy with his cold, bitter touch. She was too good...for him, for the world, for life in general.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Her brows furrowed dark and heavy over gentle eyes. In the back of his mind, Diego imagines reaching out and smoothing the worry lines that formed. He considers letting his cold hands press into her skin. His fingers almost leap forward on their own accord. It takes all his inner strength to hold the eagerness back, to remind himself to keep some distance.
His hands fell limp in her grasp. She didn’t miss a beat.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Diego didn’t look at her. He knew she would catch the strand too quickly and pull the lie too fast and he wasn’t built to withstand a loss like that. “I’m okay.” But his voice caught, and he stumbled over his own falsehood. “I...just…”
“...just?”
“Tired,” Diego sighed. And he is. It’s not far from the real, full truth. “Just tired.”
Her head cocked, surveying his sunken form. Her tongue clicks; the sound made him think of a hen, and his brain imagined her fussing over him with the grace of a mother.
“You need to sleep more, honey.”
God, he loved when she called him honey.
“Nah? And miss hanging out with my favourite person?”
Her nose crinkled. If he was more alert, he would catch how her eyes glowed dull red in the lamplight, or the way she had to blink away the fuzzy feeling creeping into her mind. He’d later chide himself for it. “There’s no way I’m your favourite person.”
It was easy, though, to just know his answer was right. Not because of the fact that he could count the number of people he liked on one hand, or because she let him show up too late and stay too late and bother her until it was way too early. She was comfortable. He didn’t have to think about what he said next with her, or what was going to screw things up, or if she was going to leave him because everyone else had.
“Regardless of your lies,” she said, cutting him off before a single syllable could leave his lips, “you should sleep. You’re exhausted.”
“I’m good.”
“Yeah, and I’m a superhero.”
“Are you?”
She didn’t laugh at that, just clicked her tongue again before suddenly, out of nowhere, pulling her hands from his grasp. She left him cold and stranded on her dilapidated couch and he just watched, seeing her rush out of the room before he could protest.
“I - is--” the words failed him, because his brain failed to catch up to the point where she left him and hadn’t yet provided a reason why. Diego stared at the point he last saw her go. “Is everything okay?”
THUMP. THUMP. CRASH.
“What -- are you okay?!”
“I--” two more thumps come crashing down, echoing into the tiny living space. “I’m good! Just -- stay there!”
“How the -- what the -- why can’t I come?!”
“--don’t get up! I’ll be right back!”
It took every single inch of him to remain seated. He yearned to rush over, pull out a knife and slice through whatever danger she must be facing -- it’s only her voice that stopped him. The reminder that ‘throwing knives in her apartment is absolutely off the table, no matter the circumstances’. She taught him patience, forced him to swallow the bitter pill and remain in his seat despite the fear careening through his bruised and battered frame.
When she returned, he could see the surprise on her face that she was still there. And even when his heart raced and threatened to pop in its shallow cavity, Diego smiled. Are you proud? he wonders to himself.
“Take off your harness,” she instructed. The bundle in her arms fell to the ground with a decided plop of fabrics; his eyes immediately caught on the brightly coloured comforter, and the mound of pillows she had stuffed into it. “Get comfy, you know, whatever--”
“--what are you doing?”
“Oh,” she said, like she was only just then realising the oddity of her actions. Her gaze flitted down to the blankets, then back up to him. “Well, I just...call it setting up camp.”
That didn’t answer anything at all. “What?”
“Take off the thing-y!”
He obliged, still waiting for an answer.
She rushed forward and pulled her blankets with her. Diego followed every motion. “We’re going to make you relax. It’s cold, and I know you’re tired, and you need to take a break at some point. The city’s gonna lose it’s Knife-Boy if you don’t take a little break.”
He huffed. His gaze caught on her own, sharp and amused. “What, we’re going to cuddle?”
“Don’t laugh, honey. That’s exactly what we’re gonna do!”
“I -- what?”
Her grin is bright and unwavering. Yellow, he mused to himself, just as bright as the first rays of sun or the polkadots on her pillow. “Don’t tell me you’ve never cuddled before, honey.”
“Uh…” Shit. Crap. “Well…”
“Holy shit, have you never cuddled with someone before?!”
He shrugged haplessly, too embarrassed (was this something to be embarrassed about?) to look at her again. “Never came up in life?”
That was somewhat true. Childhood rarely offered moments of comfort amidst the grueling battles he fought with, for, and against his siblings -- and when it did, it came in brief cheek kisses and pats on the back when his father wasn’t looking and his mother saw his face fall most. He never realised there was even more to intimacy of any kind until he left the Academy and he fucked up his first relationship, then fell into another with Patch. And Patch hadn’t craved physical touch like he secretly did, so he pushed down the desire to pull her tight to him and let her leave him cold and high. He never fought for touch because simply he didn’t believe he was deserving of such things. That he was too stiff and wild and red all over to be embraced like a kid.
Not until her, did Diego crave it most. But he fought it and settled for the little things. To avoid hurting her, too.
“Oh, honey…” her voice drips of yellow sympathy, sweet and soothing against his wounded heart. He let it sink into the cut. “C’mere.”
Diego didn’t fight her. He let her pull her in. He watched, almost out of his own body, as she tugs off his gloves and tosses away his domino mask, smiling softly back at him with the gentleness of a dove. Her arms draw an inviting embrace and he would be a fool to not fall into it, even when he felt stiff and awkward in her hold.
“Relax,” she whispered into his ear. She smiled slightly when he shivered, pulling back so she could rest against his shoulder. “Just...relax.”
“You know I got places to be tonight, right?”
“Not right now, you don’t.”
“I can’t just…”
The hand that wasn’t clinging around his shoulders pulled at his fingers; he smiled despite himself as they once again twisted around his, intertwining the slender digits. He fought the urge to kiss her knuckles.
“Lay back, and relax, honey.” Her head curled in, resting more on his upper chest then. He wondered if she could feel the pounding of his heart. “Even badass losers like yourself, need their rest.”
“You don’t have to do this, for me.”
Her face shuffled closer, moving from his chest to rest just where his neck curved down to his torso. He might have imagined it but Diego thought he felt just the slightest brush of her lips against his skin -- soft enough so he could pass it off as nothing, but there enough for him to roll the moment back, over and over and over in his mind.
“Sure, I do,” she mumbled. His embrace pressed even closer. “Everyone needs a cuddle buddy.”
Diego snorted, half out of principle and half because he never thought he’d be in a position like this with anyone. Especially not someone he would trust so indefinitely and without question. Someone who called him honey, without questioning the sounds before they left her lips. He wondered if one could get addicted to a physical sensation, and if he would be the next victim, that he would become obsessed with the feeling of someone actually holding him.
“Just relax, honey.”
And in spite of all his worries and his mind, he obeyed his heart, and did.
A/N - I’m purposely choosing not to reread and reread this because I’ll hate it. I already sort of do, a tad, but...oh well. Not my best work, but I hope this is alright and you enjoy. :)
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Surprises (Tom Holland Imagine)
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request: “Do you think you can write a tom holland x reader where they are dating and she surprises him on set in his trailer...” (requested by anon)
short summary: ^^^with a funny lil twist lmao
length: 1.4k words
warnings: i didnt label this as smut bc it’s not inherently smutty and i didn’t rlly  write any legit smut in here, this is mostly fluffy shits.
A/N: i didn’t put the whole request above bc i didn’t wanna spoil the whole thing but the anon knows who they are hope u like it bud kinda short but eh also sorry i suck at titles
“Thanks Harrison,” you smiled gratefully as he led you into Tom’s trailer on set.
“Of course, Tom’s been whining about how much he’s been missing you so I’m sure he’ll be pretty excited for this surprise,” Harrison replied shaking his head. His phone buzzed with a notification. “I’ve gotta go, but Tom should have a break in around 20 minutes if I remember correctly.”
“Cool, I’ll just chill in here I guess,” you said, taking a seat on the couch in the corner. He then bid you goodbye, leaving you on your own. Your curiosity got the better of you as you started to inspect his trailer. And it was loaded with a ton of cool shit.
Damn, you thought to yourself as you opened up the fully stocked mini fridge in the corner and took out some Fiji water. You know they aren’t playing around when they’ve got a mini fridge full of Fiji water.
After poking and prodding with a few more items in Tom’s trailer, you settled yourself back the couch. Checking your watch, it was just about time for his break. Instead of just staying seated and acting nonchalant for when he came in, you decided to hide behind the couch and freak him out a bit.
Just as you’d put yourself in a position where you’d be able to pounce, the door to the trailer opened. Taking a risky peek above the head of the couch, you see your boyfriend all decked out in his Spider-Man suit from head to toe, minus the mask. You’d never actually seen him in the full outfit in person and it took everything in you not to geek out at how real and amazing it looked, especially on him.
Ducking back down before he noticed you looking, you waited. You heard him take a seat on the couch, tapping away on his phone. Slowly rising up from behind the couch, you rested your head on the top next to his. After waiting a few seconds, he still hadn’t taken note of another presence.
“Whatcha doing there pal?” you asked coolly with a teasing smile on your face.
Tom’s head immediately whipped to the side, knocking your head in the process, as he let out a surprised yelp. You groaned a bit, rubbing the side of your head.
“Y/N? Holy shit, what are you doing here?” Tom exclaimed excitedly, jumping out of his seat.
“Apparently trying to get a concussion,” you grumbled as you stood up. Tom reached out his arms to steady you a bit as you got up from the ground.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized, scratching the back of his neck. You took a few more moments to adjust yourself and you felt fine, so you just gave him a smile in return.
“Harrison kept complaining that you were complaining about how much you missed me, so I decided to come out here for a few days,” you explained. “That, and I kind of really missed you too.”
Your boyfriend pulled you into a hug. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he mumbled into your hair. You hummed against his chest in response, trying to memorize every aspect of his body. His strong grip, his slight scent of the woods.
“Remind me to never go this long without seeing you again,” you said quietly as you held him a bit tighter. Between Tom’s shooting for Spider-Man: Homecoming and your commitments to university, you two hadn’t been together in almost a month.
He pulled away from the embrace, his hands sliding down to hold you by your hips. “Deal, darling,” he replied with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Okay, I have actually never seen you in the suit in person, and this is actually pretty badass,” you said as he released you to playfully do a pirouette. “Now I kind of want to get myself one of these.”
“Trust me you, don’t,” Tom laughed. You cocked your head quizzically.
“I mean it’s really cool, don’t get me wrong, but it takes a village and about 45 minutes to get this thing on completely. And it is tight in places where it should not be tight,” he said, shuddering a little bit.
“I still want my own suit,” you replied stubbornly. “It can’t be that bad.”
Rolling his eyes, he grabbed your face by the cheeks and pulled your face to his for a proper kiss. You relished in the warmth of Tom’s lips, and the careful yet forceful way he responded to yours.
Tom began backing you up, without breaking the kiss, until the two of you fell into an ungraceful heap on the couch. He was situated on top of you, but pulled back for a minute to study your features. You did the same to him.
You were in love with this boy. You loved way the light never seemed to leave his deep brown eyes and the way there always seemed to be a strand of hair out of place, sweeping across his forehead. You reached out a hand to adjust it, and ended up softly caressing his cheek. He grinned.
“I love you,” you said quietly.
“I love you more,” he said, booping your nose with his finger. You giggled quietly at his antics.
“When do you have to be back out there?” you inquired as your laughter died down. He got off of you to grab his phone to check the time.
“3 minutes,” he groaned with a frown. A wicked smile overtook your face as you thought of a way to spend those next few minutes.
“Don’t frown, I’m here for a couple days. Just shut up and kiss me before you go,” you said grabbing him by the hand and pulling him back on the couch, this time climbing on top of him.
Initiating the kiss this time, it got heated faster, the added pressure of time making the two of you antsy. After sharing a few gentle, careful pecks, you went all in, losing yourself in the moment as Tom’s arm wrapped around your waist.
Your hands seemed to have a mind of your own as they ached to feel Tom everywhere. They spent a few moments mussing up his hair, another few around the back of his neck, then down to his abs.
He moaned into your mouth as your fingers started to draw small patterns on his abs. a few inches above where he probably needed you most. You made a move to unzip his pants, but realized he was in this goddamn Spider-Man suit.
Despite your inability to go any further, you could feel him growing hard against your thigh. You didn’t have the heart to stop, so you just continued making out with him, slyly introducing your tongue to his mouth to further things.
“Tom, are you in there?” you heard Harrison outside the trailer. You scrambled off of your boyfriend in case the door was to be opened. Tom looked a bit mortified as he realized his unfortunate predicament.
There was no way he could hide his hard on in the skin tight material of his suit, nor was there any way he could get rid of it before he had to go back to shooting in the next few moments. You burst out laughing as Harrison opened the door.
“Come on, we’re on a tight schedule today, Jon’s not gonna be happy--” he stopped mid-sentence as Tom tried to grab a something to cover the evident bulge in his suit. You were in hysterics, mentally patting yourself on the back for your handiwork. Harrison joined you in your laughter.
“Now that is rich,” Harrison got out as he tried to subdue his chuckles and gave you a high five.
“Shut up and help me!” Tom whined, desperately looking between the two of you. His face was flushed and contorted in a grimace.
“No way that’s not my job,” Harrison said with his hands up in defense.
“Sorry, babe, if you’ve gotta be on set then I don’t have any time to help,” you replied teasingly, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later,” you called out as you ran out of the trailer.
“Y/N, god, I’m so getting you back for this!” he yelled after you.
Tom jumped up to chase after you, but as soon as he opened the door he remembered his little problem and jumped back inside, where Harrison was doubled over in laughter yet again.
You were definitely in for it the second he was done for the day, that’s for sure.
please give me feedback what did y’all think? didn’t rlly know where to end it lolz sorry. requests are always open tbh (it might take me a minute to get to ur request though so be patient bubs) <3
also the full request was this lol: “Do you think you can write a tom holland x reader where they are dating and she surprises him on set in his trailer they kiss and things get heated *wink* but they realize that they can't do anything cause he's in his spider man suit”
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