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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Stealing Clothes From The Batboys/YJ Boys HC!

i wrote this on my phone due to immediate inspiration from a lovely anon!

"can i get a headcanon with the batboys and more if you can of how they react when their girlfriend steals theirs clothes? i love you're writing so so so much!"

Dick Grayson:

- you always steal his sweatpants even if they're like 4 sizes too big

- they're always a little worn and soft and smell like him

- you'll have to pull them up every 60 seconds but that's why you love them

- slipping them on when you wake up and starting to make breakfast, dick will come out of your bedroom and his heart will melt on sight

- he'll come up behind you and pull the waistband back effectively pulling you into his chest

- he'll toy with the drawstrings and waistband, feathery fingers dancing around your waist while you move around the kitchen

- he's the boyfriend that lovessss when you steal his clothes, eventually you'll run him out of sweatpants and he'll just go buy more, no questions asked. it warms his heart seeing you engulfed in his clothes

Wally West:

- Wally is a jacket king, he's constantly in different colors and sizes and types of jackets but he is very attached to them and often won't let you steal them

- but there's a secret to the jacket lifestyle, the t-shirt he wears under said jackets

- the t-shirts are slightly worn and unbelievably soft and they smell so strongly of your lovely boyfriend theyre your all time favorite steal

- often they might have a little hole or stain so you'll wear them around casually or sleep in them

- he makes fun of you when you both go to bed because you walk straight to his closet to pick out a shirt

- it makes his heart melt seeing you wear his t-shirts while he's away on missions, and having his warm and comforting smell on you 24/7 makes you miss him a little bit less

- he will steal the t-shirts back and wear them around to make sure his cologne is still there, for certain favorite t-shirts there will be all out wars for who gets to wear them, usually they end in tickle fights and him giving in calling you a thief even though he loves it

Jason Todd:

- jason's hoodies hit different i swear

- they're ginormous, soft, and beautiful

- the sleeves are way to long and when he sees you standing in one of his hoodies waiting for him after patrol he can't help but laugh

- "babe i know you love my hoodies but i'm scared it's going to eat you"

- he likes to pull the huge hood over your head laughing while you flail the hoodie sleeves

- when you're cuddling he likes to toy with the drawstrings and make little bows like the giant softie he is

- he will spend a whole day looking for the hoodie to complete his outfit then see you in it, he can never be mad when he sees the giddy look you get from how huge his clothes are on you, he's convinced you're the cutest thing in the entire world and no one can prove him wrong

Gar Logan:

- you're dork boyfriend unashamedly has hundreds of graphic t-shirts with terrible science puns or sarcastic logos and he'll beg you to wear them

- like any normal girlfriend you try to steal his hoodies or even will try on his beast boy suit as a joke but this boy will beg you to twin in punny t-shirts with him

- you're trending on social media like 24/7 from candid pictures of you and gar wearing t-shirts that say "i'm stupid in love with ->" or "i love her more than joker loves the batman" and other terrible graphics

- you like to style his band concert t-shirts into edgier outfits and it'll always blow him away

- "damn babe i need to go to more concerts if you're gonna look like that!"

- gar's love languages are affection and giving so you always let him shower you in his clothes and cuddles

- it always puts a dorky love-struck smile on his face when you steal his t-shirts and make epic outfits out of them and you'd do anything for your lover boy, who doesn't want to rep their boy???

Tim Drake:

- Tim has an eccentric style, and the two of you will often share clothes like jackets, maybe even pants, or hats (zendaya and tom holland vibes)

- he's always asking you for style advice and color combos that will look good, he's the first to tell anyone how amazing you always look and how talented your eye is for clothes - he tells everyone how you constantly take his breath away

- while you're day time style is amazing, it's in your own home that you give Tim a real show

- the best way to take his breath away is to slip on one of his button down dress shirts after a night of passion

- seeing you dressed in only his shirt, many of the buttons undone will physically knock the air out of his lungs

- feigning innocence you'll toy with the buttons and casually flirt until he's ripping the shirt off telling you he'll buy a new one

- occasionally you'll style outfits with his dress shirts, tucking them in pairing it with your favorite blazers, it feels like you've got a little piece of Tim rooting for you all day, the perfect pick me up during a rough day

Bart Allen:

- Bart is convinced you are the cutest thing to walk the planet and will actually vibrate through the floor with excitement when you steal his clothes

- your (and his) personal favorite is one of his many baseball tees

- this kid has at least 20 different colored shirts and you're pretty sure he wasn't even a baseball player, while he looks undeniably handsome you like to steal the shirts because of how soft they are

- he loves how the shoulders are too big and a little droopy, the sleeves are a little too long making you roll them up to your fore arm to get anything done, and he can feel his heart flutter noticing how you're always bunching up the material or trying to tuck it into your waistband

- seeing you in his shirts makes him all warm and fuzzy, he physically cannot keep his hands off of you if he tried

- when you cuddle he'll cling to the soft fabric with one hand, the other securing you to his chest, whispering something about how perfect you are before he devulges into light snores, keeping you secure and warm, his cologne intoxicatingly warm and comforting, automatically lulling you to sleep with him in minutes

Damian Wayne:

- Dami doesn't love you stealing his clothes, he likes it when you slip on his t-shirt or sweater after a long day and he'll usually expect it back

- but the best thing to steal from your cute boyfriend are his adorable turtleneck sweaters

- these knitted black sweaters are the softest material known to man but stealing them is so difficult because Damian doesn't like parting with them

- the face he gives you when you meet up in public while wearing one of his turtlenecks is too cute, a mixture of pride that you're engulfed in his property and also some mild amusement that you successfully snatched one of his turtlenecks out from under his nose

- "mhm beloved i like your shirt, tell me where did you get it?" his snark is always unmatched

- one of his favorite things to do when you're wearing his turtlenecks is pull the material up and over your mouth, effectively quieting you with your own shirt

- the playful glint in his eyes while he toys with the collar makes you smile like a child, loving how his inner goofy side comes out when he's with you

Jaime Reyes:

- there is no better clothing item to steal from Jaime than the iconic gray drawstring zip up hoodie

- this boy really goes through at least three a month if not more so he doesn't mind you snatching a few for your own closet

- he likes to grab on either side of the unzipped jacket and tug you into his embrace, his lips meeting yours while he toys with the fabric

- you take his jackets everywhere, he loves that you're rarely caught without one - he thinks it's adorable that you don't like to be without him

- his scarab genuinely thinks you're safer wearing his jacket and will throw a bit of a fit if "mate is unsafe! protections protocols active!" so you've taken to tying them around your waist, slinging them over your shoulder, and have even tried to crop or bedazzle a few to make a bomb outfit if thats you're style!

- the jackets are always worn and well loved, sometimes they'll have tears or burn marks from his scarab getting upset but you never mind the imperfections, they're what makes each jacket special

hope you enjoyed let me know who your fav was!

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harrysmanystyles · 4 years

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“are you sure about that?”

A/N: I just was really in the mood for frat boy harry okay

The day had been off from the moment I woke up. My stomach churned at the thought of the events the day coming about, and as I walked into my Philosophy class that morning and locked eyes with him, I felt it. The spark. And as much as I tried to resist it, the feeling demanded to be felt. Quickly, I turned around and sat in my normal seat, waiting for him to take his usual seat next to me. It was a routine, one that I had grown comfortable with. Although being around Harry made me feel things I didn’t necessarily want to feel, his company was somewhat entertaining and familiar.

Moments later, he plops down in the seat next to me, immediately grabbing my notebook to see what I was so intently staring at. “This is a blank page,” he teases, flopping it back onto my desk. I give him a small smile.

“Sorry, I’m just feeling a bit distracted, thats all,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ears, a nervous habit I’ve grown into since coming to college. Harry notices, he notices everything.

“Calm down, love, that was meant to be a joke.” He gives me a look, and glances at the professor who’s getting ready to start the lecture. “You’re still coming tonight, right?” He asks, his eyes hopeful. How could I ever say no? When I nod, a triumphant grin takes over his features. Harry is a hard person to say no to, and at times he can be manipulative to get what he wants. I’m sure he’s used that tactic multiple times on many girls just like me. Hence, why I have no interest in catching any feelings for him, I will not be just another conquest. My heart has been broken too many times before.

Harry and I have been friends for a little while now. We both ended up in the same philosophy class for the semester, and somehow, he weaseled his way into studying with me. Last week, he asked me to come to a party him and his friends were throwing at their house over the weekend. He claimed that I need to ‘let loose’ and ‘enjoy myself a little’. I rolled my eyes, but agreed to it nonetheless. What else was I going to do? The last few weekends I’ve spent studying holed up in my room, and he knew that.

The professor starts lecturing, and it startles me out of my trance. I begin to take notes like I always do, and as my pen scribbles on my paper I can feel his eyes on me, taking in my every move. I ignore him, pretending like I don’t notice, and eventually he turns to face the front, a sigh escaping his lips.

When the class finishes, we both stand at the same time, nearly knocking each other over. He grabs my arms before I fall back into my seat. “These seats are way too close together,” he remarks, releasing me from his grasp once he sees I’ve regained my balance.

“Thanks,” I mumble, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I grab my backpack and turn to leave when he grabs my arm.

“See you tonight,” he smirks, and with that, turns and walks away, leaving me with the burning sensation of where his hand gripped my arm and a bundle of nerves dwindling in my stomach.

Its quarter to 11 when my roommate, Rose, and I walk up the sidewalk to the front door of Harry’s house. The house is shaking from the music, and there are people spilling out the front windows. This should be interesting. I pull down my uncomfortably tight skirt that Rose forced me to wear, feeling a bit overdressed for a house party. I look over at her, “What?” She says.

“This was a bad idea, I should have stayed home. What if—“ She cuts me off.

“What if nothing. You look hot, and Harry invited you for you to have fun. You can’t just stay cooped up in our apartment all the time, it’s not good for you.” She gives me a smirk, grabs my hand, and pulls me into the house. She knows my mixed emotions towards him, and she wants to see how the night is going to play out. Deep down, so do I, but I’m afraid of what’s to come. I roll my eyes as we stumble past the front door. I’m immediately hit by a wave of musty heat, and I crinkle my nose in disgust. What is this? A frat party? “Come on, let’s go get a drink!” Rose shouts over the music, and I nod in agreement. I’m definitely going to need a drink to get me through the night. Scratch that, I’ll need way more than one.

We head over to the kitchen to find that the island is covered with bottles of opened and unopened liquor and mixers. I grab a solo cup and begin to mix myself a drink. “Whoa, slow down there,” I hear his voice in front of me, and look up to see him standing a mere 6 inches away. My voice catches in my throat, but the second I take a drink out of my cup, I regain my confidence. I feel his eyes raking down my body, a twinge of lust in his gaze. Well, I guess the outfit did its job. I clear my throat, pulling him back to reality.

“Don’t let me have more than five of these,” I point at him jokingly and give him a knowing look, taking another big swig. I need to be at least a little drunk for this conversation. He laughs and shakes his head in fake disappointment.

“No promises, remember? You’re letting loose tonight,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Mhm, yeah, I don’t remember saying that?” I say, a small grin on my lips. He laughs and opens his mouth to respond, but Rose cuts him off.

“I think we need to go dance,” she says, pouring more liquor in both of our cups, and then dragging me to the dance floor. Well, the living room. I look back to see if Harry was still there, and yes he was, staring at me with a not quite smirk on his lips. I felt a blush come on, and immediately turned around.

It felt like I’d been there for hours. Dancing, pouring more alcohol, then dancing some more. The room wasn’t quite spinning, but one more drink and it would be. “I need the bathroom!” I yell over the pounding music.

“What?” Rose responds, and I shake my head.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, and as I turn to leave I notice Rose is dancing with Harry’s friend. I knew it would happen, it was just a matter of time. She’s had eyes for him all year, and when she sets her sight on someone, she always finishes. Can’t wait to wake up with him in my kitchen tomorrow morning.

I squeeze through the crowd toward the back of the house, where there’s a staircase that leads upstairs. There has to be a bathroom up there, right? I stumble up the steps and open the door to the first room I find. Immediately hearing moans, I slam the door shut without even looking to see who it was. Gross, lock the door next time please. I move to another room down the hall. The door flies open to reveal Harry laying on his bed, his head whips to my direction, and a smirk overtakes his features. “Well hello to you too,” he says, sitting up in his bed. The drunkness in me tells me to go inside, and I listen. What are you doing?

“Sorry, I was just looking for the bathroom. I—“

“You look like you’ve definitely had more than five,” Harry chuckles. He stands from his bed and makes his way over to me. I go to walk toward him, and trip over the chair sitting at his desk. Shit, I really should have been keeping track. Harry grabs me, and once I’m steadied, I take one look at his face and pull away. This is exactly the situation I didn’t want to end up in tonight. “That’s the second time I’ve saved you from your own clumsiness today. Shall we start keeping count?” He jokes.

“Ha ha, very funny,” I say sarcastically, avoiding his face. I know the second we make eye contact, I’ll just melt. And thats exactly what he wants. “Why are you even up here? The party is downstairs, not in your room,” God, why do I sound like such a dumbass right now?

“I just needed a break, it gets a bit too loud for my liking, so I come up here to let my head settle,” he answers. I nod, and stare at my feet, unsure of what to say or do next. The pounding music vibrates through the walls of his surprisingly clean bedroom, and I feel my heartbeat quicken in my chest just at the sound of his breath a few feet in front of me. I look up at him. His eyes lock with mine, and my heart feels as if it’s about to burst. Unintentionally, my eyes widen at the sight of his beautiful features. When I’m drunk, everything is heightened. My sensitivity to his presence and the effect his bone structure has on me is unintentional and unwanted. I watch his hands as he cracks his knuckles and he chuckles when he sees my response to his mere being. The curves of his soft, pink lips call out to mine as he says, “you okay?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. The effect he has on me is unnatural, and as much as I try to resist him, I can’t.

"I don't feel anything for you, you know," I blurt out randomly and confidently. “So whatever you think you’re doing here, it’s not working.” Well, it sounded much more confident in my head than it did when I said it aloud. Where did that even come from? He asked me if I was okay, not if I was in love with him. This was more of an attempt to convince myself than him. If I could say it out loud, maybe that would make it true. His laugh rolls deeply in his chest, and he takes a step closer. I take a step back.

"Are you sure about that?" Another step closer. Another step back. His eyes burn holes into mine as he walks, and I become afraid of what little control I have over myself in this moment. Who just blurts something like that out randomly? Crazy people, thats who. I feel myself becoming overpowered by his figure, but still try to defend my useless attempts denying my feelings.

"Y-yes," I say, it was meant to be a statement, though it came out as more of a question. Another step forward. Another step back. I stumble backward until my back hits the wall. Trapped, with nowhere to go. A reckless smirk overtakes his beautiful features as he takes his last step towards me.

With only centimeters between us, he bends down so his face is level with mine, fists like pillars securely fastened on the wall above my head. His uneven breaths fan over my face, and the immediate smell of what I have come to realize is his regularly chewed spearmint gum mixed with vodka fill my nostrils. I take in a shaky breath. I’ve never been this close to him, and my fuzzy thoughts are attempting to make sense of what’s happening. I feel something in me shift, almost as if my confidence decided to make its presence known in my moment of weakness.

"Because it really doesn't seem that way," he taunts, his jade eyes peering into my brown ones. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as his gaze intensifies. Every bone in my body tells me to resist him, but I swallow back the nerves rising in my throat, grab him by the collar of his shirt, and crash my lips into his.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years

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now that I got it

Happy Christmas to my most wonderful girlfriend @spiky-lesbian who I just love absolutely to pieces.

please reblog and leave a comment over on Ao3!

Follows on from my Jupeter high school au fic!

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Nureyev is eager to take his relationship with Juno further, now that they're both out of high school and have their own place.

But for someone who prides himself on being the smartest, most well prepared person in the room, dealing with your first time having sex can be a challenge...

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It helped if he thought of it like a mission. Though Nureyev had to admit, he’d never had a mission that required this particular set of tools.

He planned it all out in his head, down to the moment, the way he’d been taught. Even in the weeks he’d had since that part of his life ended, he hadn’t lost the skills and they helped keep him calm now.

Not that he had any reason to be nervous. He didn’t.

First, the lights. He dimmed them as much as he could, relying heavily on the light from the street outside when he realised they really only had the one naked bulb overhead. But there were the battered old electric candles, left in a kitchen drawer when he’d moved in, clearly meant for the many nights when the power went out in Oldtown. Arranged nicely on the wardrobe and the bookcase and the nightstand, they did help fill the room with something approaching an atmospheric glow.

Next, the flower petals. He only had a loose handful, fair enough, gathered sneakily from the wilting bouquets outside of a flower shop from a nicer part of Hyperion. But when he spread them out sparingly enough, around their bed and leading up to the doorway, it did look romantic. More romantic than the socks and papers and balled up, half finished job applications that scattered the carpet previously had, anyway.

Then...well then there was everything else. He’d done plenty of research, of course, he wouldn’t attempt a mission without research. But still, when he’d found himself actually in the drugstore, looking at the rows and rows of products, he’d found himself grabbing the first things that seemed to fit his description and bolting.

Not that he had any reason to be nervous. And so he wasn’t. He told himself that as he arrayed the small bottle of lube that was supposed to smell like strawberries and the box of condoms on the nightstand.

And finally there was his outfit. When he imagined how he would like to dress for this, he only came up with things that definitely had not been part of his wardrobe when he’d packed for his undercover mission to Mars. It had all been very sparse and functional, nothing remotely silky or satiny or lacy. And he definitely did not have the funds to acquire anything like that.

But that had never stopped Peter Nureyev before.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the nerves that definitely weren’t there retreated slightly. He’d gone for red silk, thinking it would match his favourite colour of lipstick, black lace edging the hem. Now it was actually on him, he had to admit it was a little too big on him, slipping down further than he’d imagined it would, the straps always seeking to slide down the hard angles of his shoulder and collarbone. But he made himself stand as tall as he could, which was really quite far, put a hand on one skinny hip, flip back the feathery fall of his hair and give the mirror a sultry, cherry lipped smile.

And the nerves that weren’t there were less there.

Smiling a little now, the thudding of his heart now feeling like something more exciting, Nureyev crossed to the bed and tried to lie out across it in a tempting fashion. He tried a few, actually, cycling through some that felt suitably tempting, copying some streams he’d seen during his research. Not that he’d watched much of them before throwing his comms to the foot of the bed and hiding his burning face in his hands.

Finally he decided on sprawling across the pillows, leaning back on one hand, one leg bent. That felt salacious enough, though his hand would start to go dead if Juno didn’t walk through the door soon. Which he should do in approximately three minutes. Nureyev had worked in some time for rush hour traffic, which always seemed to be at its thickest when the Academy let out.

He could imagine Juno’s eyes, so tired after a day of training, lighting up when he saw him. He could imagine his jaw dropping and his eyes sparking with lust, his boyfriend pouncing on him in a fit of passion straight out of some classic Earth bodice ripper, making wild and passionate love to him. Precisely as planned.

Exactly when his thoughts turned muddy and formless, Nureyev didn’t know. All he did know was the next thing he was properly aware of which was Juno standing over him, smiling bemusedly and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Uh, hey babe,” he grinned, the electric emergency lights flickering on his teeth, “Did you mean to fall asleep?”

“Oh for crying out loud!” Nureyev bolted up with indignation, so quickly that if his boyfriend wasn’t as quick as he was, he’d have been in for a nasty headbutt, “This was not in the plan!”

“The plan?” Juno blinked, eyeing the now fairly wilted petals and the candles before his eyes snagged on what Nureyev was wearing and stuck there firmly, “Oh…”

Any confidence he’d once felt evaporated quickly, Nureyev pulled his knees to his chest quickly as his skin flamed, “Um...I...I had an idea...but I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep, it wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“An idea,” Juno repeated slowly, spying the condom and lube, the pieces visibly clicking into place inside his brain, “Ah. Right. I get it.”

Nureyev groaned, head falling into his hands, “I know you said we wouldn’t do it until I felt ready and now I’m eighteen and I did, I promise I did, but when I was getting everything ready and trying to make things good and nice, it all just felt so scary even though I was ready and then I tried to surprise you and I messed it all up even through I planned it out and now...now…”

Juno gave a rough chuckle, wrapping an arm around Nureyev’s shoulders, “Now you’re going to take a breath. Because jeez, babe…”

Nureyev did, inhaling deeply and giving a long, shaky exhale, “Juno, I’m sorry…”

“Hey, come on,” Juno shook his head firmly, “You don’t have anything to apologise for. And quit thinking of it like a mission!”

Nureyev pulled a face, “Perhaps not the healthiest…”

“If you were nervous you could have just told me,” Juno pressed a kiss to his cheek that tasted of bad coffee but was needed all the same.

“I just feel silly sometimes,” Nureyev groaned, “You’re so much more confident with this than I am, you know so much more than me and it’s the same for everyone else! I’m the one that's behind.”

Juno paused a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, “Well...I can’t rig up a disguise to pass completely unnoticed in a Saturnian ballroom. I can’t scale a sheer wall. I’ve never even travelled off planet, let alone across half the system by myself. I can’t knife fight a guard twice my age and win without breaking a sweat. I can’t break into an office in the dead of night and hack my way into a computer system.”

Nureyev shifted, smiling despite himself, “ And with a broken heart.”

“Yeah, that too,” Juno laughed guiltily, smiling crookedly, “So yeah, this is one thing you’re not as experience with. But you’ve been living a really different life to me so you’ve had different experiences. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I suppose...thank you, darling. That does make me feel better.”

“Good,” Juno grinned triumphantly, kissing him again, “So if you want to get changed into something comfy, just order take out and watch dumb cartoon streams in bed like every night then thats exactly what we’ll do. But if you want to have sex and you really, truly feel ready then we’ll do that. Because honestly...babe, you look ridiculously hot in that.”

Nureuev burst into giggles, “Really?”

“I mean, you do in pretty much everything. But yeah, in that? You’re a knockout.”

“Well…” Nureyev grinned, tucking some hair behind his ear coyly, “I...I did think I rather suited it.”

Juno smiled softly at that, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He was making something of a habit out of it.

“You know, why don’t we try something that’s not as...involved as what you were maybe planning. But something I still really think you’ll enjoy,” he murmured low in Nureyev’s ear.

“I like the sound of that,” he nodded, shoulders relaxing, eyes sparking with interest.

He allowed Juno to press him gently back against the bed so he was flat on his back, shivering happily as he moved quickly to swing a leg over his hips and cover him almost completely. He loved to have Juno so close, so the whole universe became his roughened hands on Nureyev’s shoulders as he slid the straps of the neglige down to bear the top of his chest, the warm breath of his kisses across his collarbone, the coffee and soft powder shampoo smell of him, his hips pressed against Nureyev’s own.

“Do you want to know what I’m gonna do?” Juno whispered against his skin, “Or do you want the surprise?”

“Surprise me,” Nureyev answered immediately, eagerly, always unable to resist any kind of gift anticipation.

Juno chuckled, “Just say if you want it to stop then…”

They’d made out before of course, Nureyev was familiar and comfortable with this. Hands had slipped down the front of trousers, mostly his own into Juno’s in a surprising application of his pickpocketing skills, there had been a few intense and breathtaking orgasms, a few tears he’d been mortified by at first until Juno had kissed them from his cheeks and promised everything was okay.

But Juno drawing back, moving down to settle between his legs, was new. Drawing him close by the thighs, sliding his long, pale legs over his broad shoulders, was new. Nureyev felt the skin down there prickle at the closeness, at Juno’s soft exhalations against him.

“Oh…” he gasped.

“Still okay?” Juno murmured, eyes soft in the low light. Nureyev didn’t doubt for a moment that he would stop if he asked. But stopping was the last thing he wanted right now.

“God, yes.”

Juno smiled before dipping down between his boyfriend’s spread thighs and, Nureyev could have sworn, was still smiling as he ran the very tip of his tongue between them. He felt his back arch and his thighs tighten around Juno’s head, his curls raising goosebumps.

“Oh fuck…” he whimpered, the only thing he could think to say as Juno began to eat him out in earnest.

The slightest flicker of his tongue wrought screams from Nureyev, the barest nudge of his nose against his cock made him clutch at the sheets under him hard enough to tear them. One arm thrown haphazardly over his face clenched tight into a fist that would leave little half moon indentations in his palms the next morning, his feet flexed and trembled with some frantic current borne entirely of Juno’s expert attention.

It wasn’t the most drawn out session in the world, Nureyev coming hard with little warning after only a minute or two, but it wasn’t as if either of them were keeping track. However long it was, it would never feel like long enough.

“Nureyev?” Juno panted, rising up on his elbows to grin smugly at his boyfriend, his chin shining with something slick that mortified and thrilled Nureyev in equal measures.

He didn’t answer, just dragged Juno up to kiss him hard, with all the surprising strength in his thin arms. Juno gave a half laugh against his lips, answering back with so much enthusiasm that it completed the ruin of his boyfriend’s lipstick.

“You know,” he murmured, when they were both too exhausted to do anything but lean nose to nose and catch their breath, “You didn’t need to do all this to make me want to have sex with you. I love you anyways. You know that, right?”

Nureyev curled up against him, threading his arms around his chest, “Yeah. I know. And I love you too.”

And he meant every word.

#jupeter #high school au #all characters are 18+#smut #awkward Nureyev is awkward #tpp #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #please reblog and comment!

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supersickies · 4 years

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Summary: “It went without saying that getting bitten by a radioactive spider had its perks.

But apparently a cure for the common cold wasn’t one of them.”

College final exam season leaves Peter sick with a nasty cold, and on his wonderful girlfriend Michelle's first day of her summer internship too. Now it's up to mama Pepper and little sis Morgan to nurse their favorite spiderling back to health.

A/N: This was intended to be a little drabble based on a post I saw (I can’t find it for the life of me but once I do I’ll reblog it asap) but it ended up being a 5k+ fic of sweet sick Peter and his mess of a family. I couldn’t help it I love them all too much. You can read it on Ao3 or under the cut! Whatever what works for you!

Spider-Man can, in fact, catch a cold. This was something that Peter was surprised, yet annoyed to discover. Before the bite, Peter was a sickly, asthmatic, all around fragile kid, and while it wasn’t something that he was exactly confident about he never let it crush his spirit. However, that didn’t mean that as soon as the spider bite rid his body of all his past ailments Peter wasn’t overjoyed. He could finally run a mile without having to stop a quarter of the way through or eat a PB&J without having to instantly call an ambulance. It went without saying that getting bitten by a radioactive spider had its perks.

But apparently a cure for the common cold wasn’t one of them.

He and Mr. Stark discovered this about a year after he was bitten when he had come down with a nasty case of bronchitis that had him hacking all over the compound for four days. Since then Peter was bound to catch a bug here and there, much like he used to before the bite just less severe. It was harder for him to catch things as well, his immune system was usually a force to be reckoned with, unless for any reason Peter was not at “peak Spidey performance” as Mr. Stark would say.

Which leads us to now, a mere 24 hours after the last final exam of his junior year at Columbia, Peter was laid in bed suffering through what he would consider the nastiest cold he’d ever had.

It was barely after sunrise, the clock reading a taunting 5:30, and Peter doing everything he could not to sneeze. With deep, even, wheezy, breaths, the spider-boy was using all his strength to keep the sneeze at bay for one reason. MJ. His lovely, wonderful, amazing Michelle who was starting her first day of her summer internship at nine and would massacre Peter if he woke her up before her alarm. The girl loved her sleep, and Peter would be damned if he deprived her of it.

Think of anything else Peter, literally anything. Remember that big biker guy you helped on patrol the other week? He was pretty nice…oh god it iiihhtches…no, enough Peter, biker guy. Right he had that cool jacket with the patches, I bet I could pull off a leather jacket. Maybe put a spidey patch on the back? Fun…cool…really gotta sneeze. Ugh, FUCK! Okay, okay maybe if you just do that pinch-y sneeze, like Ned and Natasha do…heh imagine Ned knowing he had the same sneeze as Black Widow, he’d flip. Ehh..fuhhhhuck okay thats it, pinch-y sneeze please don’t fail me.

With a shaky hand Peter pinches his nose between his thumb and his forefinger, the motion instantly making his nose tickle more and within seconds Peter was attempting, and failing, to stifle his sneeze.

And it failed hard.

The sneeze was stronger than it seemed and instead of being held back and becoming a noiseless stifle, it came out louder than it should have as it scraped the back of his throat, causing barking coughs to escape as well.

Well everyone, bid him farewell, this will be the day that Peter Parker meets his untimely demise. He instantly feels MJ stir against him with a groan. She was up, oh god sound the alarm she was awake.

“P’ter? That you?” She slurs, sleep lacing her voice.

“Umb, yeah. Sorry embjay I didn’d mbean to sndeeze.” God how he wished his could blow his nose, but he was not going to poke the bear any further.

It was quiet for a moment, Peter knew that he was in danger. MJ was plotting how she was going to murder him and it was only a matter of time before she-

“You feeling okay, baby?” Her angelic voice rings as she turns to face him on the bed. “You sound terrible.”

It was like music to Peter’s ears. He would live to see another day! He was almost shocked, she didn’t even pepper in the classic “loser” nickname. She was concerned. Wait, did he really sound that bad? Should he be concerned?

Peter clears his throat before responding. “I-I thingk I’mb combing down with sombthing. I’mb sorry I’ll try to be quieter.” A wet sniffle concludes his sentence. Damn it he really wants a tissue.

Almost as if MJ could read minds, she places a soft white Kleenex into his hand. “Blow your nose, Pete. I’m gonna go get the humidifier, you’re way too congested.”

“O-Oh, okay. Thangk you Emmby.” He uses her absence to sit up a little and expel the nasty gunk from his sinuses. He still can’t completely breathe, but it’s better than it was before. MJ comes back into the room moments later, carrying the chunky machine. The water inside of it sloshes a bit as she set’s it on Peter’s bedside table but as soon as she plugs it into the wall, a warm soft mist starts flowing from its lid. Peter can’t tell a difference now, but he knows it’ll make a difference the longer it runs.

Satisfied with how the humidifier is working, Michelle sits beside Peter on the bed and looks at him quizzically. “How’d you get so sick?” She questions, her fingertips reaching to brush Peter’s bed head away from his eyes. His forehead moderately warm, but it doesn’t feel like anything that provokes worry.

He hums at her soft touch but shrugs his shoulders at her question. “Don’t kdnow,” He presses the tissue to his nose as it starts running, the humidifier must be working. “I felt fidne yesterday. Mbaybe kinda tired but ndot sick.”

“You know what it probably is?” Michelle says. “All those nights up late studying, not to mention all that trash food you ate-“

“What is this, mbake fun of your poor sick boyfriend day?” He gives a wet coughs for emphasis, and because he really needed to cough.

“Sorry sicky,” She giggled. “what I’m saying is that you had a long hard week and you weren’t exactly taking the best care of yourself. No shame in it, I mean, it happens to everyone but I think your body is so used to you eating well and exercising often that as soon as you stopped your immune system freaked out.

Clearing his throat, Peter nods. “I guess that mbakes sense.” He looks down with a sigh, thinking of all the things he was scheduled to do today. “I better call Todny and tell him I can’t combe in to the lab.” He sighs and reaches for his phone but MJ intercepts.

“First you’re going to go back to sleep until a reasonable hour. It’s almost 6 a.m. Parker, and my alarm goes off at 8, so I’d like a few more hours of rest.” She jabs, pulling the covers up to his chin and kissing him softly on the cheek. “And you definitely need the beauty sleep.”

Peter chuckles at that, which only lead to more hacking coughs. MJ softly pats his back until the coughs subside. With a tsk she tucks him into bed once more before rounding the bed to lay back down on her side. “Rest, I’ll let you know when I’m about to head to work.”

With his eyes closed and his breathing only slightly less congested, thank you humidifier, he smiles contently. “Thank you Emmby, love you.”

“Love you too, snotty.”

Peter wakes again to a kiss on the forehead and the scent of strong perfume making his nose tickle. Before he even opens his eyes, he curls in on himself and muffles three sneezes into his pillow. Ugh, gross. He opens his bleary eyes to see MJ smoothing out her work outfit in their full length mirror. She looks amazing as usual, Peter notes, but her perfume is strong. Or maybe he’s just way too sensitive, a super cold and super senses probably don’t mix well. Without warning, two more sneezes barrel out and he barely has time to cover them. With a groan he sniffles thickly and reaches for the tissue box conveniently placed on his bedside table. He get a warm and fuzzy feeling as he realizes MJ had put them there for him, as they weren't there when he had woken up earlier. It’s the little things. He blows his nose, which get’s MJ’s attention.

She glances over to him with a smile. “Good morning, again.”

“Good mbornding, you look ambazindg.” He rasps, a goofy smile painting his face.

MJ breathes out a laugh at her dopey boyfriend. “Thank you, dork. How’re you feeling?”

He snuggles deeper into the bed, closing his eyes again and coughing weakly. “Call a physiciand,” Peter jokes in a congested and bad British accent. He throws a hand over his forehead for good measure. “I believe it mbay be the plague.”

MJ snorts a laugh at her boy’s dramatics. “Okay, you sickly child king.”

Her heels clack against the hardwood floor of the bedroom as she steps over to where he lies in their bed. As she sits on the bed, her soft hand cups his forehead and then his cheek. “You’re soft.” He mumbles, leaning into her touch.

“And you are running a bit of a fever.” She rubs her thumb sweetly over his cheek before standing back up. She tells him to sit tight and goes to the bathroom to grab a digital thermometer. She returns to find him dozing so she gently brushes his hair back to get his attention. He lifts his eyes to see the thermometer in her hand and opens his mouth just wide enough that she can slip the device under his tongue. “Give that a minute.”

MJ walks out of the room a moment later and Peter hears running water from the kitchen. The thermometer beeps right before she reenters, ice water with a straw in hand. Peter didn’t realize until he saw it just how thirsty he was. He stares at her lovingly as she takes the thermometer from between his lips. “Are you a mbind reader?” He asks, only semi-joking as he sits up slightly to sip the water.

Michelle scoffs lightly. “You bet your ass I am.” She jokes looking down at the medical tool. “Hm, 100.8. Not horrendous but I don’t love it.” Once again she’s gone, this time to the bathroom where Peter hears more water running, making him want to take another sip of his water. He sighs as the cool drink soothes his dry throat. MJ strides back to the bed with a damp face towel folded in half. When she starts to dab Peter’s forehead with the cool cloth he can’t help the shuddering sigh that escapes him. She stops. “You alright?”

Her boyfriend just nods, opening his eyes to look up at her with a small smile. “Feels good. Cold.” He explains. She smiles back at him, taking the cup of water from his hands so he can lay back down. She continues to wipe his brow with the towel and doesn’t stop until a snore leaves his mouth. MJ can’t help the giggle that bubbles up, but to be fair she’s never heard Peter snore before and right now he was quite a sight to see. His hair was sticking up at all angles, even in his reclined position, his nose nearing a shade of bright red, and his mouth open just wide enough that the tiny snores were heard.

She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture to send to Tony.

MJ:

your favorite little mentee won’t be in today…Spidey caught the sniffles : /

Old Man Stark:

Wow he looks rough, you have your internship today?

MJ:

yep first day

dont wanna leave him like this tho

Old Man Stark:

Don’t stress, this is a big day for you. I have meetings all day but Pep would be more than happy to stop by and make sure all is well.

Morgan too

She’s in her “wanting to be a doctor” phase

MJ:

you trying to say she cant be a doctor, stark?

Old Man Stark:

Good lord of course not

The kid is smarter than me and she’s barely 11

I’m just saying wasn’t there a point in your life when you wanted to be a doctor too?

MJ:

yeah of course

Old Man Stark:

And you’re now getting a degree in…?

MJ:

journalism

Old Man Stark:

so…

MJ:

i could be a doctor if i wanted to

Old Man Stark:

I know

And thats why you terrify me

MJ:

>:-)

Old Man Stark:

Go to work!

Let us take care of Peter and we’ll keep you updated as you break into the great big world of being a working adult.

MJ:

:P thanks T-Star

Old Man Stark:

Don’t call me T-Star.

Michelle pockets her phone and grabs her computer bag that’s packed and ready in the living room. Quickly she takes out a stray piece of paper and jots down a quick note for her boy just incase he wakes up alone.

Petey,

Had to get to the office (wish me luck lol) but Pepper and Morgan should be by soon. Please don’t die while I’m gone. I’ll be pissed if you do that. Wash your hands, blow your nose, and don’t leave used tissues on the bed that’s gross. Love you. Feel better.

-M

Satisfied, she leaves the note under the tissue box, gives him one last kiss on the forehead, and makes her way out the door. But not before sending Morgan that goofy picture of Peter.

MJ:

here

use this as blackmail

tell him you’ll post it on insta next time he says he won’t take you to mcdonalds

Mo Mo Stark:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Peter wakes to his front door closing and whispering coming from the living room. He panics for a moment before realizing that the voices belonged to Pepper and Morgan. As the fan blows above him, he hears a piece of paper flutter next to him. With a shaky hand he grabs it and reads over the note that MJ had left for him. He cant help but blush, just at the thought of his girlfriend. He wonders how her first day is going. He misses her a lot. Then he realizes his fever must of gone up, as he definitely wasn’t this emotionally fragile when he had gone to sleep.

With a yawn, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed and grabs the quilt at the end and wraps it around his around his shoulders. With a huff he slides off the bed and makes his way to the living room. He finds Pepper setting grocery bags down on the kitchen island and Morgan already situated in front of the TV, some YouTube vlog video playing over the speakers.

“Morgan Hope, turn that down before you wake your broth-“ Pepper stops when she notices Peter standing in the doorway. “Oh, afternoon sweetheart! Did Morgan wake you? I’m so sorry I told her to quiet down-“

“Pep, it’s okay, I actually woke up whend you guys walked ind.” He rasps, congestion still heavy in his horse voice.

“Oh honey you sound awful, come on now, on the couch. You shouldn’t be up.” Pepper says, guiding him with a hand on his back to the couch. Morgan scoots a bit to make room for her big brother.

“Hi, Dr. Mborgand, you brindg any of the good drugs today?” Peter jokes, making the girl roll her eyes.

“Mom, Peter says he on drugs. He needs to detox stat. Get me an IV with glutathione, vitamin C, and vitamin B.” The youngest Stark states.

Her mother sighs as she returns to the kitchen. “Alright, that’s enough Discovery Life for you. Why can’t you just watch Disney Channel like a normal eleven year old.” Pepper mumbles as she starts taking items out of the grocery bags.

Peter and Morgan just giggle, which leads to a coughing fit from Peter. Morgan’s tiny hand pats his back as he hacks into his elbow, he murmurs an apology as the coughs taper off.

“You need to lay down Petey, and you need tissues.” Morgan articulates as she stands and looks around the apartment.

Clearing his throat, Peter points to the bedroom. “There should be sombe tissues by mby bed…if you could grab those that’d be ndice.”

Morgan nods confidently and makes her way to the bedroom. Seconds later she reemerges with the tissue box in hand and places them in the crook of Peter’s arm.

“Thangk you doctor.” Peter smiles, causing Morgan to smile in return.

“You’re welcome!” The girl returns to her spot on the couch and presses play on the video she was watching. It was vlog about makeup, Peter assumed, as the YouTuber was covered in a very impressive, glossy, look and was showing off makeup pallettes. Peter watches as the video cuts and suddenly the makeup artist is bare faced and begins to work on the look they had previewed in the intro.

Pepper chuckles as she approaches the couch, mug of hot tea with lemon and honey in hand. She hands the cup to Peter, who is drowsily watching the makeup being applied. “You don’t have to watch this you know.” Pepper whispers to him. “This is your apartment and you’re sick, turn on whatever you want.”

Taking a sip of the tea, humming as it soothes his sore-ish throat, Peter shakes his head. “Ndo, this is awesombe, look at how precise he is with the brush. Oh, thangks for the tea…also.” Pepper chuckles more, kissing the boy on the top of the head, and leaving him with Morgan to watch some internet celebrity do a perfect line with their liquid eyeliner.

Pepper had called May in the morning after hearing from Tony that Peter wasn't feeling well, knowing the boys aunt would have all the inside knowledge on how to care for a sick Peter. It wasn’t as if Pepper had never seen Peter sick, though. Since Tony had introduced them to each other way back before Morgan was even a thought, Peter had spent some sick days in the tower, the compound, and even one or two in the lake house. Yes, Pepper had seen a sick Peter Parker in her lifetime, however this was the first time she was his sole caretaker. However, after the quick call to the boy’s aunt, Pepper had a pretty good idea of how to care for the sick Spiderling.

“Oh for a cold?” May had responded. “Simple, grilled cheese and tomato soup for every meal, he’ll probably want to watch Parks and Rec all day, oh and he has Tony’s old MIT hoodie in his closet and he always wears it when he’s not feeling well.”

Pepper smiled at that. When Peter decided to stay in New York for college, for family and spider-y reasons, it was no secret that Tony had been a little disappointed. No, Tony hadn’t done anything special to get Peter into MIT, honestly because he didn’t have too. Peter’s grades and test scores were good enough on their own, but he still would have loved to have seen the kid at his alma mater. When Peter had told him of his college decision, scared out of his mind might he add, Tony just hugged and told him he was proud of him. Tony reassured the kid that where ever he went to school was fine by him and that he’d support him the whole way through. “I am going to need that MIT sweatshirt back” Tony had joked, waiting to be met by a “shut up Tony” or an eye roll, but instead he was met with tears— big fat ones that welled up in Peter’s eyes. Tony was quick to see he had messed up and it took about twenty minutes to reassure the boy that he didn't want the sweatshirt back and that “of course I still love you Peter”. Since then Peter has kept the garment close to him at all times, just incase Tony ever thought about taking it.

Pepper goes to Peter’s closet, instantly spotting the faded maroon hoodie and taking it off of the hanger. Both he and Morgan are still mesmerized by the YouTube video, but they glance up when Pepper walks over again. Peter’s eyes light up at the sight of the hoodie in her hands. He’s close to making grabby hands for it but she hands it to him first. He puts it on and settles back down onto the couch. “Thangk you Pep.”

“Keep it safe, can’t have Tony snatching it.” She jabs as she walks back to the kitchen to start the grilled cheese.

Peter, though thoroughly invested in the new makeup video Morgan put on, can’t help but doze off as the ambient sounds of his apartment lull him to sleep. He hears a shuffling on the couch next to him and opens one of his eyes, seeing Morgan giggling at him. “Can I braid your hair Petey?” She whispers. In true college kid fashion, Peter had let his hair grow out a little bit, and while it wasn’t long enough to braid it all together, Morgan liked to do tiny braids with tufts of his hair for fun.

Turning onto his side away from Morgan, giving her better access to his hair, Peter chuckles at his little sister. “Go for it Mborgie, mbake mbe beautiful.”

With a squeal of delight, the eleven year old Stark pulls tiny hair-ties out of her pocket and gets to work. Peter, who had always loved having his hair played with, lets the braiding put him right to sleep after only a few tiny braids were done.

If Morgan laughed at the snores that came from Peter moments later, she didn't tell him. He did let her braid half his head, anyway.

The rest of the day passes in a sleepy haze for Peter. He remembers waking up a few moments after falling asleep on the couch. Pepper helping him sit up and setting a tray of his favorite sick day meal in his lap. He had to hand it to Pepper, she made a mean grilled cheese soup combo. He finishes the sandwich and about half of the soup before he feels his eyes grow heavy again and the tray is taken from his lap.

“Go back to sleep, hon. Morgan and I are here if you need us.” Pepper reassures the boy, so Peter does.

The next time he wakes was when Morgan and Pepper we’re on their way out. He vaguely remembers sluggishly thanking them for staying with him and Pepper saying something about MJ being home in just a few minutes, but as soon as the apartment door closes Peter was out once more.

The final time he wakes up is to Michelle gently shaking his shoulder, attempting to wake him from his short slumber. His eyes open, but quickly close again as he stretches his whole body, somehow exhausted and sore from his long day of sleeping.

“Emmby, you back?” He asks, not yet opening his eyes again.

He hears her adorable laugh and his heart soars. “Yes, dork, it’s me. Wanna open those pretty eyes for me, Tiger?”

Obviously wanting to see his beautiful girlfriend, he opens his eyes again. MJ looks tired from her first day but extremely happy.

“Was it ambazing? Everythindg you could have hoped for?” He asks, nuzzling closer to her thigh, much like a cat.

She hums an affirmation, bringing her hand up to trace random shapes along his arm. “It was everything and more. Honestly I can see myself working there forever. It was…it was perfect.”

Peter smiles at that. MJ deserved the perfect job and more. “Babe, that fandtastic. I’m so happy for you.” He says horsely but sincerely. He moves closer to her, raising his head a bit to lay it on her lap. With the motion, one of Morgan’s many little braids in his hair make themselves apparent and Michelle can help but burst with laughter.

It causes Peter to jolt up in a sleepy state of panic. “What, what happended?” He asks sitting up slightly, eyes half closed but alert.

She reaches up to ruffle the tiny braids that cover the right side of his head. “What is this? Did Morgan just learn how to fishtail braid because these are honestly kinda good.” She inspects the braids as Peter’s cheeks blush.

He smiles, coughing slightly and gently shaking his head so the braids flop around. That gets another laugh from MJ. “Mby sisters pretty talendted, huh?”

MJ nods, very amused. “An interesting look…but I’ll give it points for creativity.”

As the couple laughs again, Peter brings two fingers up to massage his temple as he feels a dull ache in his head.

“Headache?” Michelle frowns.

“Mhmm,” Peter confirms. “I thingk Mborgan made the braids a little too tight.”

“That’s no good.” MJ sympathizes, lowering her boy’s head back down onto her lap, braid side up so she can work on undoing the little knots. She makes quick work of it and within minutes, Peter’s hair is braid-less and the throbbing in head head dies down. In thanks, Peter snuggles his face closer Michelle’s middle, wrapping his arms around it as well.

“You thingk you can use a vacationd day tomborrow? I mbissed you today.” Peter whines, partly joking but sorta kinda being serious.

“From what I heard, your eyes were open for about thirty minutes today. Too busy sleeping to miss me that much.” MJ giggles at the sniffly boy with his head in her lap. He just shrugs in response, and she can feel his body relaxing and congested breaths evening out. “You going back to sleep on me already, Parker? Not even gonna let me tell you about my day?” She jokes again.

Peter snorts involuntarily as he turns his head to look up at her, eyes glossed with fever and sleepy but apologetic. “I’mb up I’mb up, tell mbe everything.”

She grabs the sides of his face sweetly, slightly squishing his cheeks while she kisses his forehead and then his nose. “I’m kidding, Peter. God your brain must be frying, come on let's go to bed.” She pats his cheek lightly and helps him sit up.

He yawns with his whole body, his hands stretching into the air and his back arching. “But it’s only like six, arend’t you hungry for dinnder?” He coughs into his fists while Michelle takes his other hand, helping him lift off the couch.

“Let me rephrase. You’re going to shower, put new pajamas on, and get in bed while I make us grilled cheeses, your second one today I'm assuming. How does that sound?” MJ asks, leading him to their bathroom.

Peter clears his throat as he sits on the closed toilet. “And…umb…and the tombato soup?”

The shower roars to life as MJ turns the handle. “You think I’d forget the most important part?” She scoffs, feigning hurt. Peter just smiled, the dopey smile he gets when he thinks about how in love he is with this girl. With two more quick forehead kisses she leaves him to shower.

Peter exits the shower feeling refreshed, less stuffy, and hungry once more. Thanks to the shower stream he can faintly smell the toasty cheesy smell from the kitchen and it gives him a nostalgic feeling.

As he grabs pajama pants and the MIT hoodie, Peter thinks of the first time he got sick after going to live with Ben and May. It was the first day of what was considered flu season and the sickly kid had contracted the virus at the drop of a hat. He was miserable the whole day, crying and wallowing in the aches and pains of the illness. The biggest issue, however, was that he refused to eat anything, that is until Ben decided to make himself a grilled cheese for dinner.

The older Parker noticed Peter looking the sandwich with feverish eyes. “Look tasty, bud?” Ben questioned, raising an eyebrow. Little Peter just nodded and Ben smiled, extremely relieved that his nephew was finally going to eat.

Sticking his pointer and middle finger in his mouth, Peter watches as his uncle stands from the couch and starts on another sandwich. “Uncle Ben?” Peter asks in a small voice. Ben looks back over to the kid and nods. “Do you have any of the-the red soup? Mommy always made grilled cheese with red soup.” Peter nearly whispered.

Ben thinks for a minute, not completely sure what the boy meant by red soup, but then it clicks. “Oh! Tomato soup?” He smiles as Peter nods. Ben open the cupboard to him and pulls out a can of tomato soup, flipping it in the air once to see Peter smile. “Tomato soup and grilled cheese coming right up monsieur Parker.” Ben says in a horrible French accent which makes the six year old giggle, as sound that was music to Ben’s ears after all tears. From then on, Peter would only insist on eating that particular meal anytime he had so much as a headache.

The door creaking open as MJ pushes it with her hip brings Peter out of his thoughts. She has the tray of grilled cheeses and soups in her hands and an amused look on her face. “You okay? Need help with something?”

Peter blinks and remembers that he’s sitting in the edge of their bed, in a towel, pajamas in hand. “Oh…no I’mb okay. Just thinking ‘bout stuff.”

MJ sets the tray down on her bedside table. “You already sound less stuffy. Maybe you should sleep in the shower.” She quips, not missing Peter's sweet tiny giggle as she grabs the water tank from the humidifier and takes it to the bathroom with her.

Peter gets dressed and settles into bed. He notices that Pepper has changed the sheets and his heart clinches, nearly overwhelmed by the love he feels from his family. He takes out his phone to text her a thank you but is intercepted by a string of texts from Tony.

Tony Stank:

Morgs is showing me pictures of the wonderful makeover she gave you

Honestly thought you pulled it off really well

…but you need a haircut

Please kiddo let me get you in with my hair guy

You’ll love him

Spider-Tot:

sorry pops but I am fully committing to this college hair thing

mj says she wants me in a man bun by graduation so

cant let my girl down

Tony Stank:

I swear you two are conspiring against me

Oh well

How you feeling bud?

Spider-Tot:

still kinda gross

snotty

but i think my fevers kinda lower

so thats something

tell pep thank you so so much for today

i was barely awake when they left

i feel bad I didn't get to say anything

Tony Stank:

I gotcha Pete don’t worry

If you need more company tomorrow let me know I’m free all day

Spider-Tot:

wdym ill just come in to the lab tomorrow

Tony Stank:

That’s a negative Petey Pie

As your gracious boss i’m giving you the next three days off

I want all this crap out of your system before you’re back in the lab

Spider-Tot:

three days ??

boooo

u stink old man

Tony Stank:

Good lord

You’re the only person I know that complains about getting days off from work

Get a good nights sleep and maybe ill bring you a circuit board to mess with tomorrow

Good enough?

Spider-Tot:

hmmm

fine

Tony Stank:

Good

Now go rest

Don’t bother your girlfriend too much

She complains to me when you do

Spider-Tot:

now I think its you two conspiring against me

night tony

love u

Tony Stank:

Love you too bambino

Michelle returns from the bathroom, makeup off, hair down, and humidifier tank full of water. She sets the tank back in and turns the machine on, steam filling the air. After quickly putting on her own set of pajamas, MJ takes her and Peter’s dinner from the side table and places it on the bed between them. Peter wastes no time digging in, groaning in admiration for the food. He mumbles a thanks with his mouth full and MJ laughs, wiping a bit of soup off of his lip with her thumb.

“You’re welcome, loser.” She teases, beginning to eat her own meal. After a few bites she take the TV remote by her side and flips on Peter’s favorite sick day show.

As the Parks and Recreation theme song begins to play, Peter looks up at his girlfriend with appreciative eyes. “You’re too good to mbe.”

“You remember that next time I make you vacuum and you get pissy about it.” Michelle deadpans, but Peter knew she was messing around.

“I’m not messing around.” She clarifies, turning to look at his with one eyebrow raised.

“You really are a mbind reader.” Peter whispers with feverish wonder.

Throwing a paper towel at him playfully, MJ laughs and Peter joins her. They finish their food as the TV continues to play in the background, Peter yawning and coughing quietly as soon as he swallows his last bite. Without a word, MJ takes the empty plates and tray back to the kitchen. She turns off the bedroom lights as she reenters and tucks herself back under the covers. It's barely after 7 p.m. and the sun it only just starting to set, making the room glow a with dark blues and purples.

Peter is cuddled into her side as soon as she's back in bed, head resting on her chest and arm around her waist. “What am I gonna do with you Peter Parker?” She sighs, twirling her fingers through his already messy hair.

“Love mbe, no matter what? Even if I’mb yucky like this?” He pulls out the puppy dog eyes for this one. MJ may be stoic on the outside but not even she can resist the sweet sparkling glare.

“If I must.” She agrees, holding him tighter and resting her head on top of his.

But she’s happy to do it. Loving Peter Parker is an extremely easy thing, MJ thinks.

#sick peter parker #spideychelle #petermj #irondad #spideychelle fic #pepper and morgan are the best #little sister morgan #domestic fluff #college au #peter and mj are like 22 #and morgan is 11 #and already a genius of course

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a-small-fools-blog · 5 years

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TmnT Turtles x Child!Reader!

You were young. About 6 years old young, and homeless. You lived in New York City, and even asking people for food got you kicked in the face. A long dirty T-shirt was all you wore. Hair long and knotted. You were dirty, hungry and alone. That didn't stop your excitement and curiosity as a young child.

You wondered the streets by yourself, past midnight, skipping down the sidewalk, when a tall lanky guy in a hoodie tripped you.

You fell on your face, you looked up at the guy in confusion. He frowned, "dirty ass child" he said, as he kicked the side of your head.

He only got one kick in, and before he could get another one in, he was snatched up but someone.

You could hear him begging who ever was attacking him to stop, that he was sorry. Screaming and yelling 'Freaks!' A few curse words were added.

After a few minutes it stopped, and a pizza box was slid your way. You didn't care that it came from a random alleyway, you opened the box and dug into the hot pizza.

You heard voices arguing in the alley, you munched much slower.

A minute later, a large green hand peeked out from the alley way. You put the pizza down, and made your way over to it slowly. It only had three fingers, and it was a deep shade of green.

"She ain't gonna come, she's so little she'll freak the fu-" you startled the creature when you touched it. It flinched and that caused you to flinch too, you thinking you were gonna get hit.

"Awe, Raph you scared her" a younger voice said.

A large turtle creature with an orange mask crouched down in front of you, smiling.

It wasn't a crooked smile, like most men gave you when they tried to lure you, it was a kind smile, one that was friendly and helpful.

He held out his hand to you, the other hand holding a slice of pizza. You ran over to him, taking the pizza out of his hand and eating it happily. He laughed, and patted your head.

"Hungry little dude?" He smiled. There were three more turtles. You recognized the colors.

Blue. Red. Purple. Orange.

You stared up at the biggest one. The pizza long forgotten. You had this- "hes so cool" six year old face. He chuckled, and even though he crouched down, he was still so huge.

You lightly touched his red mask. You cooed softly. His eyes held adorned all over them. He looked up at the blue masked turtle. "Lemme keep her" he said, the blue masked turtle thought about it for a second.

The blue masked turtle's eyes flickered to you for a moment before sighing. "Fine" he said, "but your taking care of her"

You knew what that meant. That you'll finally have a home. You jumped up and down, squealing excitedly. You ran over and hugged the blue masked turtle's leg.

He flinched, and that scared you. You ducked your head, and ran back over to the red masked turtle.

He scooped you up, holding you close to his chest. "Aye, its okay kid, I ain't gonna let old leader getcha" he said, tickling you. You giggled, and hugged onto his arm.

"The names Raphael, can ya say that?" he asked, walking towards a man hole cover. You attempted to say it, but it came out "Rapel"

Raph laughed, and jumped down the man hole. "Ya'll get it kid, aye, what is ya name?"

"Y/n" you said, he smiled down at you. "Cute name"

When you got their home, your six year old mind exploded. It was so big, and colorful.

You explored a bit, you scared the life out of Master Splinter though, you looked up at him, but you just suddenly there it took him by surprise. His tail smacked the ground when he was startled, and that scared you.

Raph scooped you up, apologized to his father and explained to him who you were. Splinter smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I except you to take care of her Raphael"

"I will sensai"

You learned their names, but for now just stuck to calling them by the color of their masks.

"Red!" you yelled, he set you down at the table. Pulling out his cellphone.

"please pick up-April! Yeah, uh I need ya help me with a little something, please help a turtle out?" he asked on the phone, as he glanced over to you.

An hour later a woman came into the lair, you were eating at the table, and coloring with Mikey.

You didn't notice her at first, she was talking to Raph.

"Orange!" you yelled at Mikey. Mikey laughed. "Y/n, say Mikey"

You blinked at him, giggling. "Orange!" he laughed. "Close enough"

He then noticed the girl. "Angelcakes!" he got up and went over to her.

You struggled to get off the chair, but made it down. Falling on your butt, you got back up and ran over to the girl.

You touched her long hair, it startled her. She looks down at you, your bright eyes shining. She awed and dropped everything she had in her arms to scoop you up in them. She hugged you close to her, swaying softly. "Awe your so cute"

She smiled at you "I brought you alot stuff, wanna see?"

You nodded rapidly, she put you down. She sat on the floor in front you surrounded by bags.

"My names April, what's yours?" you smiled, "Y/n"

Raph sat next you, fidgeted a bit then sat you in his lap. April laughed at him. He glared at her, but pulled you closer to him.

April handed you the first bag. You looked in it and pulled out a few outfits. You excitedly showed Raph, wiggling on his leg with excitement.

He smiled, "Thats pretty" he complemented.

A few bags later, you had new clothes, some sippy cups, a lot of toys and a stuffed turtle plush, a new bed set, a hair brush and a few other essentials you may need.

You snuggled the turtle plush, holding it up for Raph to see it. He laughed, "what's it name?"

You thought for a moment, "Phil!" Raph laughed harder. "Okay, Phil it is"

After a bath, a change of clothes and Donnie making you a bed made for your size, placed next to Raph's, you were fast asleep.

He sighed, tucking you in. He kissed your head, walking into the living room.

Leo looked over at him, "didn't think you could be that soft" Raph threw a pillow at his face, sitting on the couch. "Shut up"

A few weeks living with turtles took a bit of adjusting to. Not just for you, but for the turtles aswell.

Donnie was almost always constantly tripped over you. You were so small, he could barely see as it is. You also had a thing for his computers, he's moved you a few times out of his chair, and into his lap, letting you watch him work until you got bored and went to find Mikey.

Chalking it up to you never really seeing one before. He'd let you play on his computers a few times, as long as you sat on his lap when you did. He even downloaded a few children's learning games. Donnie was also your teacher. He taught you how to read, talk and a bit of numbers too.

You'd also run to Donnie if you fell down and hurt yourself. When you scraped your knee, Donnie held your tiny leg in his hands. He fake gasped,

"Oh no Y/n!"

"What?! What?!"

"I'm going to have to cut off your leg, there's nothing I can do!"

That didn't go as smoothly as he hoped it would, he didn't actually have to cut off your leg, but we all know Donnie has a playful side.

After 20 minutes of you screaming at Donnie not to cut off your leg. He laughed, and kissed your head. Putting a band aid on your wound, he gave you a cookie, and let you play on his computer as an apology.

You had run up to him when you first drew a picture of you, April and all of them. He let you tape it to his desk, he moved it though to a board he kept in front of his desk so he could look at it while working.

Leo had a bit of a harder time with you, since he scared you your first meeting, it was a bit tough. At dinner, if he sat next you, you'd get up and sit next to Mikey or Master Splinter.

Leo apologized for scaring you with a little blue flower. You pointed to your ear, for him to put it behind it. He smiled, held your chin gently in his hand and placed the flower in your hair. You smiled and hugged him around the neck. He was careful to hug you back.

He even had April get your very own bright blue kimono, which he cried the first time you put it on. You loved it, and would only wear it when Leo was teaching you Japanese. You did okay at it, but he struggled not laugh when you'd say certain words that didn't sound at all what it was meant to be.

When you get a sentence right, he would ask you to repeat it to the family as much as possible. Raph got mad at Leo a few times because you'd come up to him and say it, and he would have no clue what you said. Until he realized you were speaking Japanese.

He did get a bit aggravated at times when you'd come running in the dojo when he was meditating. He was sitting, so you saw the chance to touch his shell, play with the tails of his mask and sit in his lap, constantly asking if he fell asleep sitting up. He sighed, grin and start tickling you.

Mikey made sure to be the best older brother he could be. He taught you how to paint, tried to teach you how to skate and cooked food for you whenever you were hungry.

You often sat in his lap when he played video games, he gave you a controller you thought was plugged in but was just him playing.

"You got it angelcakes! Go! Go!"

"I couldn't!" you yelled out in young person frustration.

Mikey danced with you in his arms, you'd stand on his feet and he would hold your hands in his as you both twirled around.

He would give you piggy back rides. You asked to get on his shoulders one so you could be tall like Donnie.

Mikey walked over to him while he was in the kitchen, with you on his shoulders, you didn't quite reach Donnie's height but you managed to kiss his cheek.

He looked over and saw you sitting on Mikey's shoulders. He laughed, picked you up and nuzzled your nose. "Your so cute" he said, putting you back on Mikey, who held onto your hands and ran off.

Raph was, well Raph. He was there for you whenever you needed him. When you wanted to nap, he'd let you fall asleep on his plastron, which Mikey has a picture of. Raph taught you how to fight. He almost cried when you would punch the sand bag with such fury. He thought it was fucking adorable. He scooped you and nuzzled your nose with his flat one. You giggled and grabbed his face, hugging it close.

When you'd try to pick up one of his weights, he would stand there with his arms crossed grinning.

"Well come now, I know ya stronger then that!" he said, "put ya back into it"

"I couldn't!" you said, falling on your butt.

He would let you sit on his shell while he did push ups, and also let you lay on his plastron while he lifted weights.

You'd hold onto the bar, giggling as your arms went up and down. He would also lift you like a weight which was your favorite thing to do with Raph. You laugh and giggle, making him unable to stop smiling. When he'd stop, you'd pout.

"Again! Again!"

"alright, fine"

He had alot of your drawing strung up on his wall. He even knitted you a quilt, that was now your security blanket. When you'd get scared or lonely at night, you throw your blanket up on the top bunk and climb up. You snuggled into Raph's side, wrapping yourself in the blanket, falling back asleep.

He had snatched Donnie's full cup coffee from you, growling at him to keep it put up, to Donnie's defense he would say he just poured it and you were a sneaky little shit.

When Raph and Leo would get into it, you'd put yourself in the middle, tiny arms thrown out to your sides and screaming "No turtle fight!"

The first time they heard this, they stopped fighting and started laughing. They'd playfully fight just to hear you say it.

Master Splinter was like the grandpa you've always wanted. You'd wake up first in the mornings, go to his room, sit and have tea with him. Holding your sippy cup as delicate as you could. He laughed, and that caused you to giggle to.

He caught you with his tail when you were running down the stairs and tripped. He brought you to him, hugging you close. "You give an old rat more gray hairs little one" he said, "be careful"

He would rock you to asleep in a rocking chair Donnie made him, when the boys were out either on patrol or on a mission. He couldn't get you to sleep any other way.

Missions were not only hard for them, but hard for you too. You didn't understand why they'd be gone for so long. But when they did come back, you would try to hug all of them at once. Kissing their faces and crying, saying not to leave you again.

When you met Casey, you were a bit skeptical. He smiled and fist bumped you.

You'd watch hockey with him, you didn't understand why he got so excited but you'd excited too. He tried to teach you how to play a bit, but once you got hit with the puck in the head.

Leo said no more, and that he should probably not visit for a week or two because when Raph finds out he'll want to rip Casey in two, accident or not.

April was the only female in your life, so that meant she's the only one you could have girl time with. You'd give the boys small fashion shows when she would buy you new outfits, she would even do your hair too. (Raph said no makeup) She even bought you two matching outfits.

Mikey whistled, "Looking good angelcakes!" You blew him a kiss, which made him laugh. He couldn't help it, and scooped you up giving you a big kiss on the cheek.

"Mikey! Your ruining the fashion show!" April said, putting her hands on her hips, then turned her cheek and tapped it.

Mikey grinned and kissed her cheek. He put you down, and went back to his seat. The show must go on!

Life with the turtles couldn't be better. You finally had your family, and you couldn't be happier with the one you got.

#tmnt raph #tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt 2016 raph x reader #tmnt 2016 x reader #2016 tmnt #tmnt 2016 donnie x reader #tmnt 2016 leo #tmnt 2016 raph

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acrobaticcatfeline · 5 years

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Thanatos Taunts Our Minds Without Our Consent

Word Count: 2949

TW: death, abuse, transphobia, cancer, i think thats it, if theres anything else sorry! let me know!

Notes: All my children have sad stories and Virgil just has to deal with all of it for always. Poor sons. All triggers were vague simplified references for the most part because the characters are so young. This is probably really bad and i probably did a bad job at explaining their stories but you know i love this and its done now so yeah.

Pairings: none, platonic analogical, prinxiety, and moxiety.

Summary: “Damn it! This kid needs to listen, he’s in so much pain, why won’t he just let go? Huh? Rem cut it out! PUT DOWN THOSE SCISSORS BEFORE YOU CUT YOUR ARM OFF!!!” Virgil is a grimm reaper and he has to save the soul of children every night. The past month has been making his life stressful as ever. he just needs Patton to come to Neverland soon.

“Damn it! This kid needs to listen, he’s in so much pain, why won’t he just let go? Huh? Rem cut it out! PUT DOWN THOSE SCISSORS BEFORE YOU CUT YOUR ARM OFF!!!” the Grimm started chasing his pixie friend around his room. After a few seconds the scissors fall, and the teen flew up and around to avoid them. He glared at the fairy as he landed and picked up the tools.

“you are obnoxious, you know that right?” tink tink tink “yeah yeah, exercise or something, listen, I don’t need to practice flying, I’ve been flying longer than you’ve been alive!” tink tink “what do you mean I haven’t flown for years? I’ve flown everyday for the past hundred thousand years you pest! At least I don’t need to bathe in dust everyday to continue flight” tink. “oh, shut up Remy.”

At that moment a quiet knock resonated through the large wooden room. The Grimm straightened and landed on the floor, touching it barely with one toe. He glared at the pixie before calling for the person to enter. The small creek of the door barely showed the small bit of blue hair peeking behind it, followed by little round glasses and a wash of bruises covering the body of the boy. A pinch of heartache stings in the Grimm, wishing that the marks from now 3 years ago would fade, yet still knowing they never would. He managed to plaster on a smile at the child, and sat on his knees, welcoming him in.

The boy smiled brightly and rushed into the arms of the teen, happily curling up in the warm hug given to him.

“why hello there Logan! How are you doing this fine morning? Are the others still playing nice? What have you come for young one?” the boy tightens his frail grip on the Grimm.

“Mr. Virgil! I saw you came back and I wanted to see you! I’m doing good, but Roman’s teasing me again. He painted my face blue earlier and said I matched my arms and legs.” Virgil frowned before smiling again, smaller this time.

“he doesn’t understand lo, he doesn’t know why you are all blue and so he’s reacting based on what he thinks. He doesn’t mean to hurt you. He really is a good kid, just like you!” Virgil ruffled the little boy’s hair and smiled wider at his childish giggles. “send him to me, I will talk to him about it. Don’t worry about it lo” Logan nods and gives one last squeeze before getting up and running to the door. He stops quickly, turns around, bows awkwardly, then runs out. The teen lets out a sigh and stands.

“who told him he needed to bow?” tink tink tink “ugh, Val and Thomas always have been ones for the dramatics. Little lo is so impressionable, geez, he was only 5! He should have turned 8 last week, but no, his parents- no, not right now, I can’t be getting so angry, Roman will be here soon and I’m not going to yell at him. Remy why is this job so hard?” tink “you know there’s a fly swatter right here if you really want to keep up with that mouth”

There’s a loud knock at the door and Virgil’s head whips to look at it and grant entrance. A taller kid walks in, looking worried. Virgil’s heart melts as he seats himself and beckons the child closer. The boy is slender, and has strong curves, matched with a pirate outfit that seemed too big at the ends and too small at the tops. His hair is long on one side and dyed bright red on the soft blonde locks, with no hair on the other side, shaved clean. The boy had his arms covering his chest tightly and protectively. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as he walked up next to Virgil and sat across from him in a w sit while staring purposefully at the floor boards underneath him. Virgil adjusted into a criss cross and looked at the child who was still avoiding his gaze.

“Roman? Do you know why I called you here?” the boy shakes his head. “kiddo I need you to look at me ok?” he rises his head to look up at him through his hair. “so, you were teasing Logan about his arms and legs being blue earlier?” this caught Roman’s attention. His head was thrown up and his eyes looked terrified.

“NO!!! I mean, well, I guess, but I didn’t mean it in a mean way!!! He matched!!! It was just something I noticed and then I painted his face before I thought about it!!! He looks nice in blue and I- well I- I dunno… I wasn’t thinking I guess?” Virgil nodded and clicked his tongue to get Roman to look up again.

“do you know why his arms are like that Roman?” he shakes his head. “you know how when I found you your dad had thrown a shelf at you?” he nods. “for Logan, it wasn’t a one-time thing, having things thrown at him or being hit. The day I found him, he had been dealing with that for 5 years. Those black and blue marks were from where his parents hurt him” Roman gasps and covers his mouth as his eyes widen. “Unfortunately, this place pauses your body from aging, which means that those marks aren’t gonna leave him. Its not very good that you tease him on that. He’s not mad at you though, you know him, he doesn’t get angry very often and he doesn’t hold grudges. You know what he’d probably really enjoy?” Roman’s head tilts as Virgil summons a book, about 200 pages long. “if you read to him. I think you’d both really enjoy this one. Its about a secret and society protecting it from the bad guys and having to go on awesome adventures to keep the secret safe. Now, go and apologize and offer to read to him. You know you’re his favorite of the others, right?” Roman smiles and takes the book offered to him before giving him a big hug, bowing, and running out.

Tink tink tink tink “Remy I’m gonna throw you out the window.”

After that the rest of the day went rather normally and smoothly. That is until that night when he had to scoop up all those who had passed that day. 40,000 people every single day he had to convince to follow him. Adults were generally easiest, as well as super young or scared children. But at the end of the night he stopped at the little hospital room where a little boy with fluffy brown hair sat kneeling, trying desperately to watch the cartoon on the screen in front of him. Virgil flew in and sat on the uncomfortable bed before covering the little boys’ eyes asking in a spooky deep voice “guess who?” and the little kid giggled and swatted at his hands.

“Mr. Virgil!!! C’mon!!! I’m watchin tv!!!” Virgil smiles and laughs along with his eyes closed softly.

“now isn’t it a little late for little Patton’s to be up and watching tv?” he says while ruffling the boy’s hair. Surprisingly, he leaned into Virgil’s side.

“Mr. Virgil? Does my brain win against the super villain? Whys big bro so angry all the time? Ever since we moved here, he’s been grumpy. If I go with you will my head stop hurting? Can you help me?” Virgil wrapped his arm around him protectively.

“your brain can’t win Patton. But through your fight you’ll help the next person who has to fight it win. Your brother doesn’t know how to handle the fact that you’re gonna lose and that you’re hurting. Its hard for him to understand, but he loves you. He loves you so so much. If you come with me, you won’t have to fight the super villain anymore. They’ll leave you alone. I want to help you Patton, I really do, but I need you to follow me. Are you ready to go Patton?”

Patton coughs harshly and can’t look at his hand, now covered in blood. He nods, and Virgil helps clean him up and helps him get changed into his comfy outfit that isn’t the gown he’d been stuck in for months now. Jean shorts, a baby blue tank top with a cat hoodie over it, as well as thigh high gray and blue socks with his favorite white converse. Virgil brushes softly through his hair and pins it back with little barrettes. Virgil takes a look at the bed sadly, sitting there is the dying body of the boy in front of him. He waves his hand and tucks him in, he looks peaceful, the first time the kid has been at peace since he was 5. He douses Patton in pixie dust and pulls him through the window as he snaps his fingers to set off Patton’s monitor. He turns harshly back to Patton who’s flying, completely carefree even as his parents and siblings are alerted that they had finally lost him. They will be ok, they had prepared, they knew that the young boy wasn’t going to survive the massive tumor in his brain, but the loss of a child will never not hurt. He continued forward, the second star to the right, where everyone goes eventually, a place most call death.

After the long journey, they land on the beaches of neverland and Patton is quickly surrounded by all the lost children. Their excitement slightly scared Patton, but Logan snuck in between the bigger kids and looked at him quietly and curiously. The small boy picked up Patton’s hand and softly tugged him toward the shore as Virgil ushered the rest off to do some handiwork.

“look!” Logan says. “there’s a mermaid over there! Do you like mermaids? I like mermaids!” Logan sat down and messed with the water after seeing Patton’s nod of affirmation. “what’s your name? my names Logan! Mr. Vee saved me about 3 years ago! Did he just save you? Were you hurting too? Were your parents mean? Mine were super jerks, but I have cool marks that match my hair now, so I guess its alright.” He gestures at the bright blue and black stains littering his arms. “You wanna see some fairies?!”

“well uh, my name is Patton! I love fairies too!!! I dunno if he saved me, my parents were really nice!!! I was hurting, but that was the super villain in my head, that’s what mommy said. I got to wear a cool dress all the time which was cool!!! I’m sorry your parents were mean! When we go back, we can share mine!!! How old are you Logan? I’m 7!!!” Logan stills for a second then tilts his head.

“well I’m 5, or I was when he saved me! But what do you mean go back? We don’t go back! This is home now, you can be a lost boy!!! If you go back, your super villain will come back!!!” this causes Patton to start hyperventilating, he turns to Virgil who is pointedly looking away from him.

“M-MR VIRGIL I WANNA GO HOME!!! YOU SAID MY MOMMY AND DADDY WOULD BE WITH ME!!! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME STAY I WANT TO SEE MY BROTHER!!!” Patton curls in on himself, and Logan backs away, scared at what he had done. Virgil walks over and kneels in front of the scared boy. He sets his hands on the kids’ tiny shoulder and hollowed cheek.

“Patton, I know you’re scared, but you can’t go back. This is where people who hurt go when it gets to be too much” Virgil pauses before sighing and continuing. “do you understand what death is kiddo?” he nods. “well I apologize, but you’ve died” Patton’s eyes widen. “this is where you go when you die. The last month I was trying to take you here, you were so very sick. You couldn’t eat, or walk, you were dying. My job is to get you before you suffer too long. You aren’t supposed to suffer. You won’t hurt here Patton. I promise you that everything is going to be ok now. Now, there’s a party to welcome you. Go on and have some fun. I have some more work to do, but I’ll be there soon” he cries into Virgil’s arms for a little bit longer before wiping his eyes and getting up.

“you promise?” Virgil nods. “…well, ok. Uh, bye then…” he walks over to Logan who smiles softly and grabs his hand and starts dragging him off to the center of the island.

Days like this are always hard for Virgil, but someone had to do it, and no one came around to relieve him of duty, so until then, he’d have to deal with it. Didn’t make the past 10,000 years any easier though. As Virgil walked over to his room, he sent his pens off to list all those who died that day. Though many in the world of the living will never know for certain who died when, Virgil kept a detailed list. He did a twirl as he changed out of his reaper robes and into his favorite outfit. He wore a tightly fitted purple plaid long sleeve with a patched jacket of the same colors but with a large storm cloud emblem on the back. He also wore ripped black skinny’s and dark purple converse. He lifted his hood and grabbed Remy as he left to the festival.

He walked up, seeing all the lost children celebrating and partying, even Patton dancing around. He let himself grin, at least he didn’t hate it here. He might even be able to have him become a lost boy. He stayed in the shadows, watching as his children introduced themselves one by one. He had missed most of them it seems, Roman being the only one left to go. He listened as he recounted his story.

“hello young Patton!!! I, am the great Roman, happily at your service. I have quite a story to tell. Now, I’ve been here for but a humble year. I was just 13 when I passed in such a horrible way. Now I was born as someone vile, her name shan’t be uttered, she had long golden locks and curves that were smooth like butter, but she was a witch! She wasn’t to be trusted, and I knew that. Since I was 6, I knew that she and I were opposite entities. When I turned thirteen, my loving parents, turned. They bore fangs and claws meant to rip me apart. They turned to foul predators for that night, I told them, I was Roman. I was a strong powerful man, and any who dare disagree would take me in a duel. They won, but they played dirty. They threw lamps, and tables, and knives. They were scared of me. But as I speak to you this very night, I tell you that Virgil, our caretaker, our beloved leader saved me. He swooped in, and before I felt the biting pain of the end, he swooped me away, and here, is more of a home than that ever was, because here is a place of love, unconditional. I know your story is tragic in a vastly different way, but I hope that neverland becomes your home as well” he bows and beckons Patton up on the podium. “go ahead and tell us your story darling. We are here to listen”

“oh! Um, hiya! My name is Patton, and I’m 7 years old” he clutches a stuffed dog that Virgil had replicated for him. “this is Mr. snuggles! Um, my story? Well, about three years ago I got really sick. My head hurt a lot and my emotions weren’t being good. My mommy told me about 2 years ago that I had a big bad super villain fighting my brain. And that my brain probably wasn’t strong enough to win. She said some more, but she was crying too much. We moved to this really big building and we had lots of roommates who were always checking on me. I guess we were staying with the doctors and the nurses. My parents and brother were always really upset at each other but were extra nice to me. About a month ago Mr. Virgil showed up. I didn’t wanna go, so I didn’t until tonight. My head hurt a whole lot and I could barely move, so I left with him. And now I’m here! Thank you guys for bein so nice to me!!! Is there gonna be more dancing?” the cheers erupt, and Logan is dragging Patton off to a chair with a bunch of books as Virgil shows himself and the crowd goes silent.

“hello lost children, and Patton, I see you’ve been having fun! Now that the festivities have commenced, I would like to offer a position in our ranks to Patton here. We have an elite group of brave kind-hearted kiddos who decide to join the lost children and protect the others from our enemies and those who seek to destroy what we’ve built. Would you like to be a lost boy dear Patton?”

“well uh, I dunno, that sounds scary, but um, s-sure! I’d be um, I’d be honored!”

“well that’s great news!!!” Virgil snapped and a cool sash and pin appeared around Patton’s shoulders as well as a hawk feather tucking itself in his hair. “in that case, let the party begin!”

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fandomoniumflurry · 5 years

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The Favorite Girl

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for @spnaubingo Square filled: Old West

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NSFW 18+, mention of prostitution, oral(male receiving), spanking, voyeurism, dom!cas(yes thats a warning) unbetad.

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She was clothed in her best red dress, one that had silver embroidery and black lining. One that lifted her bust just so and the length showed off her black and silver stockings with little red bows hidden on her garters. Her hair was braided and twisted up in a bow and decorated with black feathers and silver hair pins. She wore the brightest of red lipstick and her lashes were made long and thick with her eye makeup. Her heels, black with silver buckles, just as extravagant as the rest of her outfit, clacked against the hardwood.

Castiel took good care of her. He never mistreated her or beat her and he listened to her wishes. He gave her all she could ever want because she was his best girl. He had plenty of girls, but Hannah was everyone’s favorite. Including Cas’s favorite, because when she wasn’t working or dancing, she was with him, in his bed but also at his dinner table. At the end of day, she belonged to him in every way possible.

He was almost invisible, quiet and reserved as he sat away from everyone. His table was in the darkest most secluded part of the saloon and though he could see the bar and the stage, no one really saw him. He seemed nervous and out of place, drinking a sasparilla while everyone else was drinking themselves into a stupor at this time of the day. He was clearly tall, lean and awkward. His dark blonde hair was combed over and neat with a few stray hairs falling into his face. His eyes were big blue hues that dazzled with innocence and fear.

He wore a fine pressed suit that seemed two sizes too big for his thin frame and the bowtie around his neck was crooked and loosened as he seemed to sweat under the knit cloth of his coat and vest. His bowler hat rested on the bench seat next to him and his loafers which used to be shiny and glistening were now muddy on the heels where he came in through the wet dirt.

It had just rained and the ground had yet to drink up all the moisture. The whole saloon floor was covered in clumps of dirt and trails of mud. Everyone had tracked it in but no one bothered to clean it up because the work would never be done because it was the most popular place in town and would be seeing more visitors over the next few hours. Once business slowed, Castiel would send someone to start sweeping and cleaning up for the next day’s business. For now, the clean cut stranger was forced to sit amongst the dirt and smell of moisture.

Hannah was the first to spot him and she couldn’t help but giggle at the way the young man stood out like a sore thumb. And yet no one acknowledged his presence and he hadn’t approached or asked for anyone or anything. It wasn’t her time on stage and so she spent her time on the sidelines watching the diverse gathering of people and observing.

She didn’t hear him approach but she knew who it was when hands rested on her shoulders and chapped lips came to her ear. Her body shivered slightly when she felt his hot breath on her ear and heard his gravelly voice against her eardrum. “That’s my little brother.” She stiffened, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong. She moved to turn her eyes away but she heard him chuckle and he grabbed her chin and buried his nose against her neck. “I need you to take care of him for me.” She relaxed when she understood his meaning. He kissed her skin when she nodded and she smiled softly. “My best girl.” He praised, hugging her around the waist and she reveled in the feel, her hands resting over his hands. “He’s a bit shy so I will be joining you.” Her body shivered again as her lips parted with a soft sigh causing Cas to grin. “You like it when I watch, don’t you, Hannah?” She nodded eagerly. “You’ll need to be gentle. He’s a virgin, poor thing. So I want to be in control until he gets the hang of it.” She nodded her head, a wicked gleam in her eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth.

It was then that the young man caught sight of the pair staring at him. His body quivered under the intensity and his eyes fell. Cas pushed Hannah gently and watched as she sauntered over to the awkward boy. He couldn’t be a day over eighteen and though she wasn’t considered hold, she was still far older than him and she almost felt like a cradle robber. But this was a personal request from the boss and if she was lucky, his little brother would be an equally amazing lover.

She grabbed his hat from the seat and plopped it on top of her head so she could slide in next to him. Her body plastered against the boy’s body and she smiled sweetly as she crossed her leg to throw it over his and her fingers splayed over his chest. “You look terrified, sugar. Don’t gotta be scared of little ol’ me. I only bit if you ask me to.” She giggled and her prey swallowed thickly. “I’m Hannah.” She introduced quietly as she played with the buttons of his fine pressed shirt.

His voice was shaky as he exhaled more than spoke his name. “S-Saman-driel.” Her free hand moved to comb through his hair to attempt to soothe his nerves.

“You ever been with a woman before, Samandriel?” She looked into his wide eyes with sympathy when he shook his head. “Would you like to?” Another quivering breath passed through his parted lips and he nodded slowly. “You’re brother thought you’d feel better having him around to help you.” She pointed out, turning her head to Castiel who was now walking towards them.

Hannah couldn’t really see the family resemblance and Castiel never talked about his family so she didn’t even know who they resembled. She didn’t even know their last name. But she could only take their word for it and when Cas gestured for the two of them, Hannah disentangled herself from the young man and took his hand, pulling him up with her after she stood. A reassuring and comforting smile remained on her face as she squeezed his hand and he followed behind her like a puppy on a leash.

Castiel’s long tan trench coat fanned out behind him as he moved swiftly through the saloon, greeting patrons as he went with Hannah and his brother following. Even though he was far slimmer than the older man, Samandriel’s shoes made far more noise against the hardwood than Castiel’s polished boots. The walk to the suite on the top floor was only a few stairs up and down at the end of the long hall past several other doors on the right and a railing that looked over the bar on the left. All the doors were the same color and led to rooms that were all the same size all decorated the same way and all used for the same unclean endeavors.

The boss’s suite on the end had two doors, painted blue which was a stark contrast against the dark brown walls. The room was twice the size of the rest and along with a king sized bed, the decor was light and bright with pictures of angels and gold trimmings. There was a giant window that took up most of the far wall and on the perpendicular wall facing toward the bed, was a large mirror framed with gold ivy and golden cherubs. The sheets were white with blue trimmings and gold embroidery.

There were few who got to use this room, mostly just Castiel and Hannah but there have been a few of the women that he allowed in his bed and some men to join in on the fun. But Castiel was monogamous by nature and it took a special person for him to want to watch and share with.

Hannah always enjoyed it when he watched and he loved that she was the lucky one he kept for himself. She was still a girl for hire but he didn’t let her get the kind of customers like the other girls. Her favorite clients were the closest friends of Castiel who were much like him. Since this was his brother and a man Castiel chose specifically for her to take care of, she had high hopes that it would be quite the night.

Castiel pointed toward the bed once he stepped aside to usher them into the room. Hannah sat down and pulled Sam down to sit next to her on the edge of the bed. The door was closed and then locked before Cas shed himself of his trenchcoat and turned to face them. “Take off his coat, please, Hannah.” He ordered as he set his coat over the back of a plush wingback chair that stood in the corner near the door. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his slacks where it was tucked before he took a seat. He sunk into the luscious cushion and his shirt hung open as his arms rested on the chair’s arms. He crossed one leg over the other and stared them down with dark intensity.

Hannah watched him for a moment but found her senses and turned to Samandriel and pushed his coat from his shoulders. Once he lifted his arms, she pulled it off and stood to place it over by Castiel’s. The dark haired man reached out a hand to leave a feather light touch against her thighs as she passed, just a brief touch but enough to spark a fire within her. But she knew not to make a move without his permission so she just came back to sit beside Sam. She looked to Castiel for further instruction and was sure to keep her hands to herself.

The nod was subtle but she caught it. His hands came together and his fingers pressed against cracked lips and his blue orbs seemed almost black. She knew what he wanted and so she turned to Samandriel and ran her fingers through his hair before her hand rested on the back of his neck. Slowly pulling him forward, she met his lips with hers in a slow wet kiss. He was sloppy in his return at first but he quickly got into it and returned the kiss with fervor. The moment his hand moved to rest on her arm, the kiss was broken by the older man who they didn’t even notice move from his seat when he pulled them apart.

“You don’t touch her unless I give her permission.” His gruff tone was more gravelly than usual, clearly heavy with anger and lust. Both of them nodded and Cas returned to his seat and nodded for them to continue.

Hannah leaned in again to find his lips but the young man’s eyes were on the man across the room. Hannah’s hand diverted his attention and he found the rhythm once again. “Hannah, would you undress him, please? Slowly.” His order was dark and she felt her heart begin to race. She stood and moved in front of him taking her time unbuttoning his shirt all while shaking her ass at the man leering at her from the chair.

Once it was undone, the shirt was tossed aside and the undershirt was not far behind. Bare chested, Samandriel blushed and his arms moved to cross over himself. He was clearly holding onto some apprehension but Hannah’s soft lips against his jaw seemed to ease him. She pushed him gently by the shoulder, making him lay back so she could get her hands on his belt buckle. The belt was pulled through each loop at an agonizing pace and once it was free, she turned to hand it to Cas.

He took it with a half smirk and rose from his chair with the leather in his hand, folded in half. While Hannah unbuttoned Sam’s pants, Castiel pressed himself against her back and pulled her short dress over her firm flesh. She hummed as she palmed the growing bulge in Samandriel’s underwear and let out a moan when she felt its girth. Cas had her dress around her waist by the time she had the young man’s pants over his knees and when she removed his shorts, Cas had rid her of her panties and garters.

The first slap of the belt against her behind caused her to let out a loud squeak and her nails dug into Sam’s thighs which caused him to groan. The second spanking made her squeal and her dampened pussy clenched as tears formed in her eyes. When Cas pressed himself against her, tossing the belt aside, his fingers gripped her hips tight and his hips pushed her forward into his brother. She took the opportunity to wrap her lips around the young man’s cock and she didn’t even allow him time to adjust to the new feeling before she was sucking him down her throat and fondling his balls.

He was trembling and whimpering as he watched his manhood disappear fully past her lips. If she kept going like this he wouldn’t last long. When Cas finally brought his fingers to her pussy, she groaned loudly and gagged. Samandriel’s dick vibrated with her sounds and before he knew it, he was shooting his hot seed down her throat, causing her to cough due to the suddenness and intensity of his load.

“You gotta warn her first, little brother.” Castiel chuckled as he looked down at his heaving brother, red with embarrassment and exertion.

Hannah sucked him dry and came off with a pop, wiping his essence from her chin and licking her lips clean. “Don’t worry, Sam. Everyone is like that the first time.” Hannah cooed once she finally caught her breath. She looked back at Cas who nodded his head, both of his hands on her hips as she straddled Samandriel. The action pinned his quickly hardening member between them and she grinned devilishly. “We have all night to train you.” She winked and her hips began to roll as Castiel entered her.

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bucky-smiles · 6 years

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Perfect

HI!! You know how I’ve been saying I haven’t had time to write?

Well it’s true,,, but like I have the time to collab so like here is a collab that @playlist-reid and I have been working on for the past week! It’s a song fic to Perfect by Ed Sheeran :D There’ll be a part 2 coming out soon! We hope you guys enjoy!!! If y’all love song fics and Spencer, follow @playlist-reid!!! She’s so talented and sweet and I love her so much :D

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None :D

One of the things Spencer adored most about you most was when you danced. And boy, did you love dancing. You weren’t even too good at it, but no matter what tune, song, or commercial played, you were moving to the rhythm of it somehow. And at this moment, that is what you were doing, and he loved it. You danced slowly in the mostly dark room, not knowing that Spencer was awake on the bed, with music playing so quietly from the bathroom, and your hips moved gracefully to the slow tune as you pulled your blouse for work over your head.

Spencer watched in content over this, his eyes wandering your moving figure, taking in your grace and beauty. When you finally turned around, your face moved to shock as your eyes met Spencer’s, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were awake. I didn’t wake you, did I?” You asked quickly as you moved to the side of the bed, placing a soft kiss on Spencer’s lips, despite the fact that he knew he had morning breath.

Very out of character, Spencer grabbed your arm and sat up as you moved to walk away. He pulled you back to the bed, leaving you to stand between his legs that hung over the side of the bed now. His fingers entwined with yours, making a small smile to form on your lips as you leaned down, pressing your forehead to his, “If I believed in angels, I would say you are the closest thing to one,” Spencer mumbled as his eyes fluttered shut.

A breath caught in your throat, as it always did when Spencer complimented you, and you stuttered to form words, “Spencer, you drive me crazy, you know?” You laughed and Spencer smiled, allowing his eyes to remain shut. “I love you, now kiss me,” You ordered with a euphoric smile on your lips.

Spencer let out a quiet chuckle at your request before tugging you down. So close to your face that if you pucker your lips even slightly, his lips would touch yours, “As the angel wishes..” With that he pressed his lips to yours gently, his hands at either side of your waist.

You returned his kiss gently, hands going to his cheeks instinctually. While this most definitely wasn’t Spencer’s normal way of acting around you, you enjoyed this just as much as his normal kisses, brief but passionate every single time.

Eventually, you pulled away from Spencer with a giggle, wrinkling your nose playfully, “Your breath stinks, Spence..” You teased him as you moved back towards your chest of drawers, pulling a pair of work pants that had been neatly folded from the drawer.

Spencer blushed but rolled his eyes as your comment and moved towards the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth he watched you in the bedroom, with the light now on, brushing your hair in the mirror on the wall. Your hips swayed to the music once more, and the look of it reminded Spencer so much of when the two of you were younger.

It’d been just one of those nights that you and Spencer went out like you did almost every other day. The two of you had known each other for nearly 9 years and here you two were, now aged 15. Spencer had dragged you out with a picnic basket.. And it was very late in the evening already. Though you hadn’t eaten dinner so it really wasn’t a problem. He was holding your hand as he moved to the forest the two of you spent so much time in. You were making jokes about how he was going to kill you the entire time, which was only met with reddening cheeks, hushes, and “If you keep saying that, I really will kill you.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at this, because just the thought of Spencer doing anything bad whatsoever was almost like a joke to you. Spencer was too kind and too gentle, and everything you wanted in a boyfriend.

Spencer pulled you through the brush to clearing you knew too well, the one where Spencer often read in while you napped or studied for your classes, something Spencer enjoyed watching you do. You had the thin red blanket over your arm as he pulled your towards the middle of the clearing, where a tall oak stood, provide shade on this warm summer evening. “See? No murder.” Spencer joked as he took the blanket from you, spreading it out and setting the basket on top.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, sitting on the blanket with Spencer. Quickly, he unpacked all the goodies he brought as you watched his face. He was so focused, and so sweet, and you felt your heart melting at this. He cared so much about all he did, big and little, and you adored this so much. You smiled, reaching forward and placing your hand on Spencer’s knee. “Thank you for this, Spencer.” You told him and he blushed lightly, giving you a small nod and sweet smile.

The two of you ate in silence, as you usually did, and you swayed side to side to the music in your head. You did this often, which Spencer always found comical, but you couldn’t help yourself. You loved music. Once you finished your food, a brave idea came to your mind. You glanced at Spencer, who was meticulously placing each container and piece he brought back into the basket.

You took whatever was in his hands, not even glancing at it, and took his hands in yours. “Dance with me, Spencer.” You ordered more than you asked, and you could see the alarm on his face. Spencer didn’t dance. Instead, he watched you dance. It was routine and it was your normal.

He opened his mouth to protest, but you shook your head before he could and pulled him up to his feet, pulling his hands onto your waist.

That’s how the two of you ended up in the position you were in, your head against his chest and his hands around your back, holding you close to him. The grass tickled at the your feet as well as his. Looking down at your outfit, you realized that you were anything but properly dressed for this moment. Your cheeks reddened lightly as you spoke quietly, “I look like a mess.. Sorry.”

Spencer looked down at your outfit, not seeing what you meant. He didn’t know what to say without getting completely flustered. He just pulled you closer to him, speaking so quiet as if he didn’t have the intention of wanting you to hear, “You look perfect, Y/N.”

The nostalgia made Spencer smile as he finished brushing his teeth, wiping off his face before moving to you across the room and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you closer to him and you look up at him with a playful smile, “What is it now, Mr. Needy?”

Spencer simply blushes lightly and starts swaying with you, causing your arms to go to his chest, “Dance with me, Y/N.”

You happily obliged to his request, but that didn’t stop you from being confused, “But I look like a mess, Spencer..” In your eyes, you thought you were right. Your shirt was half unbuttoned and not tucked into your pants and your hair, while combed, was once more tussled from pulling your shirt on.

Spencer looked down at you, meeting your eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You look perfect, Y/N.. You could wear just about anything and I’ll always think you look perfect.”

You blushed quietly at his words and nuzzled further into his chest, not saying anything as the two of you swayed to the quiet music, only one tiny light shining to expose your antics.

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jnuhoe · 6 years

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dm me

request; can u make a fanfic bout me and chanwoo!!! ;))

- chanwoo x reader

- 1k+ , i was inspired by chanwoos love for baseball !!!!!!

- “junchans sent a message.”

lowercase is intended

“what do you mean our seats got messed up?” a distressed look appears on the young man’s face. you were at a baseball game and you overheard the young guys complaining. you weren’t particularly interested in baseball but your morals just couldnt turn down your uncle who flew all the way down to your hometown and asked you to go watch a game with him.

“seriously yunhyeong, im so pissed. now i gotta sit with a stranger.” the young man complained to another young man with a fairer complexion and questionably smooth blonde hair. “now there chanwoo, it cant be that bad, i mean we’re still here right?” chanwoo what a cute name, you thought to yourself. he is kind of cute as well hmm.

your uncle came back with calorie filled snacks and placed them in your lap, “eat up kid, this place is a rip off. can you believe $3.80 for a flippin hotdog?” you chuckled, you missed your uncle, you spent most of your childhood with him until he flew to london to further his studies. you were so glad he decided to come back to korea to live with you again.

the sound of a low grumble made you turn your head. isnt that the- the um chanwoo? he was unbelievably handsome up close. you watched as chanwoo threw his long body into the seat next to yours, “this seat isnt taken right, i dont want to move again.” you stuttered for some reason “n-no.. it isnt.” chanwoo thought to himself.

well.

at least the stranger’s cute.

“seriously?! my GOD Y/N DID YOU SEE THAT GUY? i cant believe he missed that throw!” the batter missed the ball and your uncle was downright about to get out of his seat and jump into the pit to beat the shit out of the batter. “right,” you held your arms out towards your uncle, “dude chill, theres another round.” somehow you felt chanwoo gaze on you but you decided to ignore it.

when your team scored, all of their fans stood up cheering, including chanwoo. “YO UNCLE THAT WAS AMAZING.” you werent interested at first but man the batter got his shit together and accomplished a home run. you and your uncle were jumping in victory until there was a sudden grip on your hand. “yunhyeong! oh my god did u see that he- oh crap sorry.. thought you were my friend.” chanwoo apologised as he scratched the back of his head and smiled at you. “nah its fine, it really was an amazing round though!” you smiled back, only to realize you were the only two still standing. “hey lovebirds! sit down! you’re blocking our view.” you both apologised and sat back down shyly.

“um..” chanwoo extended his arm, “im chanwoo” yeah i know, kinda overheard your heated argument. “im y/n! nice to meet you.” you flashed a friendly but in some way awkward smile at him, damn your social skills.

you didnt talk for the rest of the game until your team won with a score of 2-0 (a/n: tbh i dont know how baseball works dont attack me) “y/n! kid! since our team won, i’ll take you out to dinner as promised. i’ll go get the car. why dont you...” your uncle leaned in to whisper, “why dont you say goodbye to your friend, hes one heck of a catch.” your jaw dropped in disbelief, “UNCLE, whY WOULD YOU SAY-“ “SEE YA KID, BE QUICK.” and your uncle ran off.

you laughed and turned around to find chanwoo awkwardly standing at the steps looking for his friend. “hey um, chanwoo?” he turned his head almost immediately, “it was nice knowing you, i’ll see you around?” what the hell y/n? see you around?! you dont even know him that well! OK slowly walk away before this becomes even more awkward. you began to walk away to quickly escape the awkward atmosphere until chanwoo gently grabbed your wrist. “hey before you go, would you mind- um...” he coughed and rapped? ” givingmeyourinstagrambecauseiwouldreallylovetotalktoyou?”

you burst into a fit of laughter, “what??”.

“um- your instagram.. i would really like to know you more.” he scratched the back of his head. you exchanged usernames and parted ways.

you got into your uncles car and screamed into your hands. “HE ASKED FOR MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT OH MY GOD.” all your uncle could do was smile and shake his head, “don't get carried away now, he asked for your social medias. he didn't ask u to marry him.”

your phone vibrated and you took it out in anticipation, hoping its the tall brown haired handsome boy who dm-ed you.

junchans sent a message.

you let out a squeal and unlocked your phone.

junchans: hey!!! is this y/n?

y/u/n: sorry no

junchans: shit.. sorry

y/u/n: just kidding kid its me. whats up

junchans: so.. what are you doing tomorrow?

y/u/n: nothing much, probably gon sleep in till 1

y/u/n: omg are u askin me out

y/u/n: crap i shouldn't have asked that. if you aren't i'm gonna be embarrassed for life...

junchans: well yeah i am, catch a movie with me?

y/u/n: JDKSDK OKAY

junchans: wow you’re cute

wow you’re cute. he called me cute. cute?????? “UNCLE HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you ran out of the room and into the living room where your uncle was leisurely lying down on the couch next to your dog. “UNCLE you didnt ask but.. that chanwoo guy called me cute!”

“great, you should date him!”

“im catching a movie with him tomorrow, im freaking out !!!!!!!!”

“MARRY HIM.”

“UNCLE YOU ARE NOT HELPING. WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? what should i say? WHY AM I nervous?! crap..”

your uncle stood up and dragged you into your room. he picked out a peculiarly cute outfit for you, “wear this, dont freak out and be yourself. now get to bed!”

you looked pretty cute honestly speaking. the oversized jumper tucked into a pair of mom jeans looked well on you and your hair looked okay! the universe is on your side! may this date? go well.

coincidentally, you took the same train as chanwoo so the both of you walked to mall together. the sweet boy decided to pay for your ticket as well, you were catching “it” together. the both of you werent good with horror movies but watched it anyways. throughout the whole movie, you held chanwoos forearm, slightly touchy for someone you just got to know but you really couldn’t stand the sight of the damn clown.

he wasnt good with the jumpscares as well, occasionally he’d jump and spill popcorn, causing you to giggle. “THAT WAS.. slightly scary.” you laughed at chanwoos response, “i couldnt stand that clown, jeez its so scary... but it was a good film!”

you could obviously tell there was a bit of tension between the two of you, i mean you weren't the kind to start conversations. the cold air brushed against you and you lift your scarf up higher to cover your chilly nose and you caught chanwoos eyes, he threw you a smile, a smile which obviously screams “this is kinda awkward because we aint talking! and you caught me looking at you so why don't i smile to attempt to kill this tense air!” but that smile kinda made you flush red and chanwoo could probably tell from his little giggle which again didn't fail to make you feel all tingly on the inside.

chanwoos soft but husky voice awoke you from your daydreaming.

“can i walk you home? i mean thats what guys usually do on dates and its kinda late.” date... DAte?! DATE?!!! “yeah sure and im kinda afraid to go back on my own as well.” you admitted shyly.

while walking, chanwoos hand kept rubbing against yours and you dont know if you had gone completely bonkers but you slipped your hand into his. chanwoo turned hastily towards you, your cheeks heated up real bad so you turned away. his hand was so big, it was more like he was holding your hand. it felt was so warm that you forget frosty weather that engulfed your city.

you didn't feel like letting go.

“well. we’re home. i mean i’m home.” damn it y/n. chanwoo laughed and unwillingly let go of your hand. “i had fun y/n, thanks for the date. i’ll call you out again sometime.” he winked and turned around to walk away but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“wait! chanwoo!” he turned around, “ i winked at you! you're not suppose to call me back, its embarrassing..” you giggled and asked, “can i borrow your phone?” he was confused but passed you his phone anyway, “you’re not gonna steal my phone or something right.”

you laughed out loud, “nah but instead of always popping up in my dms, why dont you text me instead.” this time you winked and gave him back his phone, with chanwoos jaw slightly agape, you chuckled and unlocked the door to your apartment and waved a last goodbye to the tall handsome boy.

i finally posted something !!!! i wrote this quite some time ago and finally edited it, let me know if you liked it and what you think? my message box is always open! ✲ﾟ｡(✿)ﾉ☆.₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*

(and again i apologise for such a delay.. lifes kinda a bitch)

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canaryboots · 7 years

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makori fic - aye aye captain (by mE)

@celesterial-howell, @maddieb123789, @stalkingmakori enjoy ;)

when ori first stepped aboard the ship that would be her home for the next few months, she was feeling a bit queasy.

the day before, she’d sat next to her packed suitcase, staring at her purple wall, as thought after thought zoomed in her head, each one bringing new worries and doubts to her attention. one side, the dominant one, called for her to not board the ship tomorrow and instead flee the city and join her aunt in the hills. the other side chided her saying that ‘every time before you join a new ship this happens to you, and every time you have a good time on the ship and don’t mess up your job.’ ‘but’, the opposite side argued, ‘what if this time you do mess up and because of you the ship will malfunction. what if it’ll be like titanic and you’ll drown among all the other passengers. what if the captain’s a complete phsycho and you’ll be treated terribly. what if you-‘ “oh shut up”, ori mumbled, crawling into bed and burying her head in her pillow. she tossed and turned the whole night until she decided she wouldn’t be getting any sleep and opened her eyes, the moons light momentarily blinding her. she stood up, only to get tangled in her sheets and fell face first onto the hard wooden floor.

cursing under her breath she flicked the light switch and carried her tool box to the middle of the room and sat cross-legged, facing it. stroking the dodie yellow box fondly, she pressed the orange button and the lid popped open. the manager had called her earlier that week to tell her that she didn’t need to bring her tools since they had more then enough for her, but ori couldn’t imagine leaving hers at home. wrapping her right hand around the hard metal handle of her screw driver, she looked around for something she could tinker with. her eyes lit up as she noticed the creaking coming from her roommates door. taking the tool box with her, she walked over to Ben’s room and started working on the door. ‘thank god he’s out of town tonight’ she thought, ‘he would freak out if he knew i was still awake.’ she appreciated Ben’s brotherly affection towards her but sometimes it was too much, ‘he acts as if I’m four when I’m actually just a year younger then him.’

as the sun rose in the sky and the birds announced the start of a new day, ori found it easier and easier to push her worries to the back of her head. it was only when she got out of the taxi and stood, suitcase in hand, on the ships big polished deck, did she feel the doubts flood through her body, taking over all her senses. “run! go!” her brain shouted, “you cant mess up your job if you don’t board the ship!” another voice called, “if you go now you could probably still catch a taxi and be home on time for the yuri on ice marathon” another voice reasoned. she was halfway off the ship when she felt a hand on her shoulder. turning around she felt her cheeks getting redder then they already were. “you must be the engineer, ori right?” the woman said, smiling. ‘i would do anything to make her smile again,’ ori thought, grinning stupidly. “yup thats me!” ori replied, trying to sound smooth, “and you must be the captain” “thats me,” the woman replied, “come with me, i’ll show you around.” the captain placed her hand on ori’s back and steered her back onto the deck. ori was used to getting flustered by pretty woman, she had long ago realised she was the gayest lesbian on the block. the tour around the ship took no more then 20 min, but ori relished every bit of it. when they finally got out of the kitchen, the captain had insisted on ori trying the chocolate cake and blueberry muffins she had helped bake, she lead ori to her room, at the bottom of the ship next to the engine room. “-and this is where you’ll be sleeping,” she said, opening the cabin door with a flourish. “you don’t know what i had to go through to get you this mini fridge,” she sighed, pointing at the white fridge in the corner, “i filled it with drinks and snacks so you won’t have to go up to the kitchen every time you’re hungry.” “oh wow, thank you“ ori said, sparing a glance at the captains outfit where a little blue name tag sat. ‘matilda’ it read, ‘what a perfect name for her’ ori thought, rolling the word around her head. ma-til-da. m-a-t-i-l-d-a. it felt good. glancing at the small gold watch on her wrist matilda exclaimed, “oh shit! i should be on the deck now greeting the passengers, you can walk around the ship, or stay in your room and unpack, or familiarise yourself with the engine room, or” matilda was babbling, trying to make their conversation last a bit longer. “okay, i think i’ll unpack first and then check out the engine room, thanks” ori replied, lifting her eyes up to matilda’s. their eyes locked and they stood, silent, with baited breaths. “well,” matilda declared, clearing her throught, “i should go, i shouldn’t keep the passengers waiting,” “yeah,” ori agreed, letting her eyes drop from matilda’s. the cabin was hardly big enough for the both of them, matilda barley had to walk four steps to get to the door. resting her palm on the polished gold handle, she turned around with a glint in her eye. “dinner’s at 7pm, wait for me near the kitchen at 6:30, okay?” matilda was surprised at how smooth she sounded. “oh, sure!” ori stammered, turning bright red. with a wink matilda shut the door and walked out, not even trying to hide her excitement.

ori sat on the warm metal floor of the engine room. the familiar noises of the machines soothed her and made her feel at home. her suitcase lay half unpacked in her cabin, she was too nervous and jittery to properly finish unpacking. every few minutes she would check the small clock in the corner, partially hidden by the many wires and metal tubes. 4:09, 4:37, 5:02, 5:26, finally she gave up trying to distract herself and, before quickly making sure that everything was properly functioning, went back to her cabin to find an outfit. usually the ships she boarded were captained by middle aged men who acted like they knew everything and as if ori was a prize they could single handedly win, so she had given up long ago on trying to dress to impress. her clothing options went from sweatpants and sweaters to pyjamas, and, if she was feeling scandalous, maybe a pair of tights and a tank top. finally she decided on casual, but not too casual. black tights, tight fitting black tank top, blue combat boots and her blue flower crown. standing in front of her mirror she pushed away all her negative thoughts that appeared when she saw her reflection, and attempted to comb her hair and make her face look some-what presentable. checking the clock one last time, 5:57, she grabbed a jacket and made her way to the kitchen.

matilda was restless. she had known this girl for less then two hours and yet she couldn’t wait to see her again. for the first time since she had started her job as the captain of the ship, she wished that she could take off her outfit and wear something different. she wore black tights under her white and gold uniform and put on her favourite rose quartz necklace. her pretty chocolate hair rested on her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. she checked her watch again, 5:56, four more minutes. three more minutes, two more minutes, when suddenly ori peered around the corner. composing herself, matilda walked towards her, her face matching the wide dazzling grin that ori wore. “about time, i was starting to think you’d be late.” “me? oh no I’m never late” ori replied, her voice dripping in sarcasm. matilda laughed despite herself, linking her arm in the younger girl’s, leading her out to one of the many balconys. “this is why i asked you to come so early,” she explained, “i wouldn’t want you to miss the view” the wind was picking up and matilda’s hair was flying all over her face, knotting it up, but she couldn’t have cared less. “wow.” ori whispered, letting go of matilda and leaning on the railing. matilda joined her and they both stood silently admiring the view. tearing her eyes from the setting sun, ori glanced at matilda. her eyes were swimming in different shades of blues and yellows and pinks from the sun and her hair was blowing everywhere. her black glasses sat slightly askew and ori felt the need to reach out and straighten them, any excuse to touch her face and feel her hair on her skin. she felt the doubts and worries come out from their hiding place but she pushed them back, she wouldn’t let them ruin this fairytale evening. ori reached out her hand and gently fixed the captain’s glasses, then tucked a piece of soft hair behind her ear. matilda turned and smiled at ori, resting her hand on the other girl’s. their silence was broken by the loud voices of the passengers making their way up to dinner. couples talking, friends laughing, kids shouting, babies crying. “MADISON!” one parent shouted, running after a toddler who was giggling and pointing at the two girls standing on the balcony, hands touching, mouths smiling. “i think that baby likes us.” matilda said, as she and ori dropped their hands simultaneously. “who wouldn’t?” ori replied, laughing and slipping her hand into the captains. “lets go have dinner” “aye aye captain”

#i actually like this one #maddie look i even wrote you into it #makori #makori fanfic #its kinda long whoops

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Ok so I was thinking about your sims again 👉🏾👈🏾 and um ok so ik you said tarek's love language is romantic acts of service, but what about the others? Also like what would be their ideal first date? And how would they react to other people flirting with their partner? Like ik vlad would commit a murder, but what about brie 👀 ?

i actually listed all their love languages here!! but ideal dates?? jealousy??? OMG!! im gonna ramble so hard!! so i’ll put all this under a cut :’)))

vlad - a) vlad’s ideal date would be like... an idyllic picnic in a field, listening to soft music, chillin in the sun n eatin fruit n drinkin wine :-) all that sappy shit!! b) u know vlad. he will unalive u if u disrespect his wife. the truest simp. but anyways yes he is a very jealous person, sometimes it’s a little excessive and brie has to yell at him, to which he eventually realizes that he’s being unreasonable and he’ll step back. he really doesn’t try to be that way, sometimes he honestly just can’t help it. since he was alone for centuries, he’s extremely over protective of his family and can find pretty much any reason to dislike any man who so much as glances in breanna’s direction. his jealousy never stems from fear that breanna will cheat on him, but more so from his belief that pretty much every man on the planet is trying to bed his wife LMAO lowkey breanna loves the attention :’))

breanna - a) honestly, she’s very easy to please. just get takeout n get in bed n smoke a bowl n watch movies with her n she will be happy! ;w; b) brie is surprisingly not that jealous, like if someone finds vlad attractive shes like... well of course? look at him? Lmaoooo. unless someone poses a significant threat to their relationship, she doesnt see a reason to get worked up. like she knows how hard vlad simps u know, this man canonically KILLED her ex-boyfriend to be with her so like? she doesnt feel any reason to get upset if someone finds vlad attractive, bc she knows at the end of the day her husband is crazy obsessed w her and her alone so like <3

lucien - a) winery art galleries!! u know like where you go to art exhibits that have wine tastings!!!! sometimes they have those cute delicious tiny little cheeses that r just so good n fancy!!! going to that, then maybe takin a stroll around the park in the evening, then ending the night w a home-cooked meal. b) hes a touch possessive, but its all in good faith :’) if someone flirts with his WIFE he only feels it necessary that he puts them in their place and lets them know that she is, in fact, MARRIED!! like vlad, a true simp

gen - a) skatepark at night, long past closing time. its oddly serene, despite the faint threat of being caught. gen personally finds the parks lingering smell of cigarettes and weed very comforting. b) they r passive-aggressively jealous. they say theyre not a jealous type, but if the girl theyre talkin to is talkin to someone else, theyre like... ok. 😒😒😒

carlile - a) chiefin big rips then going to eat at a buffet....... he will eat so many frog legs like so fucking many!! then goin to see a movie in one of those big movie theaters and seein like a marvel movie or whatever. just somethin trite and theatrical with many, many explosions. b) not aggressively jealous, but his insecurities can sometimes get the best of him in arguments and sometimes he projects his fears that tarek will leave him for someone else, which isnt good u know but like :(( what can u do

nikolai - a) waking up with the sun and traveling to the largest museum he can find, followed by brunch at some hole-in-the-wall café tucked away in the city. the long drive home is spent listening to low-quality psychedelic indie rock, and when he and abigail arrive home, they nap for at least three hours. b) nikolai’s not really a jealous type, and abigail’s pretty clingy, so he doesn’t really have a reason to be jealous. although, when he's severely provoked, he’s prone to that tone of voice where it sounds as though you can’t choose between screaming, or crying.

klaus - a) perusing the local record shop, buying as many used vinyl he can possibly fit in his book sack, and listening to the new purchases in the dim-lit light of his bedroom while talking and napping in between. if he’s really into you, he’ll sing your favorite song—he might even play it on the guitar, too, if he can remember the chords. b) again, not much of a jealous type. most of his relationships have been nothing more than flings anyways, so he doesn’t often have the attachment to someone that would make him jealous, seeing as his relationships are often not exclusive.

anastasia - a) a long, early-morning walk through the aquarium, taking an extra long break to observe the sea turtles swimming about their tanks. she’ll gladly share all of her expansive sea turtle facts with you, if you promise to buy her a stuffed animal from the gift shop. afterwards, strolling downtown to shop in all the antique stores, then ending the date with lunch at her favorite restaurant. pls just let her talk your ear off and she’ll be satisfied. b) annie’s actually REALLY possessive, especially over her friends. she’s the type of person who will get offended if anyone else tries to say vaughn and caspian are their best friends, because, no? those are HER best friends? she’s never had a boyfriend before, but she can imagine she’d be just as possessive, if not more possessive, over someone she loved romantically. she takes from vlad :’)

ilya - a) he is literally like 1 yr old. he doesnt go on dates silly. when hes old enough to go on dates his dream date will be committing arson together <3 so romantic b) im sure he’ll be jealous af when hes older unless i forget u know we’ll see whenever he ages up yeah!!!!!!

bonnie - a) moving all the furniture in the living room, turning the radio up extra loud, and dancing to old-timey music!! then cooking a nice, healthy meal at home and watching reality tv while doing face masks. maybe ending the night w a nice bath fit for two <3 b) especially with her pregnancy, she’s been VERY jealous lately!! small things can trigger her jealousy, and sometimes she finds it difficult to be her usual, rational self when those feelings arise. luckily, it’s very easy to talk her out of this state, so she gets over these fits of jealous relatively quickly ;-;

tarek - a) driving out into the forest, setting up tents in the middle of nowhere, and snuggling tight beside the crackling fire while watching the night settle. then waking early the next morning to go for a small hike towards the natural lakes scattered about. if carlile is too tired to walk, tarek simply carries him. :’)) b) level-headed as he is, jealousy doesn’t come to him often. it would take a lot to provoke him, and his relationship with carlile is so secure that he doesn’t really feel there’s a need to be jealous

abigail - a) midday trips to the mall with nikolai’s credit card in hand as he shamelessly lets her pick out anything she wants from any store she can possibly enter. she’s always sure to pick out a few outfits she’s certain he’ll love :’)). then going to get smoothies, yes nikolai’s paying for the smoothies too <3 b) abigail is extremely jealous, though she’s desperately trying to ease this habit. especially with nikolai moved to britechester, living with a female roommate, her jealousy often gets the best of her, and believe me when i say it isn’t pretty. she’s prone to dramatic outbursts, and she’ll even feel the urge to enact revenge (aka, cheat on you) if she feels you’ve truly cheated on her. she has to see and speak to nikolai often to have peace of mind, but even then, she often has her moments of insecurity. :((

caspian - a) watching some indie art film at a drive-in movie theater, binging on over-buttered popcorn and gas station hot dogs. if the weather allows for it, then he’ll lay a blanket out on the bed of his truck and lie back with his date, gazing at the stars, rambling about nothing. b) he’s a jealous type, but he doesn’t like admitting it. the truth is, though, it kills him to see someone he cares about with someone else. its just that he doesnt know how to express those feelings, so he often just shoves them away as if they dont exist at all. ;n;

vaughn - a) listen to him perform at one of his concerts, then let him fuck you in one of the bathroom stalls. a true romantic, i know. b) most of vaughn’s relationships are no-strings-attached anyways, so its rare for him to get jealous over a relationship thats already open to begin with. even when he did have partners in the past, he was never the type to be overly protective of his significant other

cooper - a) ok idc about cooper HAHA so like idk nobody is taking this man on a date anyways who cares. idk smoke a bowl with him in his car then go eat at a fancy restaurant that sounds like a very cooper bauer date to have yeah ok we’ll go with that b) he gets jealous but like in a baby way u know. if he thinks you’re into someone that isn’t him he’ll just bawl his eyes out and be like WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE!!!!!!!!! IS IT BECAUSE IM ONLY 5′6″!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes cooper it is because youre only 5′6″ im sorry short king

wolfgang - a) going around his neighborhood late at night and poking holes in all the tires parked in the streets. yes, that’s super illegal. no, he doesn’t care. yes, this is considered a date for wolfgang. keep up. afterwards, maybe he’ll sneak you up to his bedroom so you guys can watch rick and morty... cuddle. b) i feel like im gonna spoil something if i answer this fully. so. lets just say. Yes he is very jealous :)

#nonnysims #jade answers #GODDAMN MY FINGIES HURT TYPIN ALL THIS #straud asks

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