#it pokes you in the eyes a bazillion times

[a-sketchy]

yu’s hair is probably way more annoying and in his eyes than minato or akira’s imo

#sure minato’s is literally in front of his eye but you can see more than youd think like that #it’s long and straight so i don’t think it’d get in his eye much #akira’s isn’t even really in his eyes AND it sits above his glasses #having hair right at or below your brow is fucking annoying though you adjust it multiple times an hour #it pokes you in the eyes a bazillion times #rambles #i wrote a deeply banal six hundred odd words about this b4 i realized it’s stupid

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

L x Female reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: L is consumed with his work and hasn’t paid you any attention in the last few hours. You figure it’s well within your right to do whatever possible to get him to focus on you.

“Come on babe,” you beg for the 1200th time. “Take a break for a bit. I miss you.”

L looks over at you from his crouched position — the one he’s always in when he’s working or focused on something. “I took a break earlier; I had some cake. And how can you miss me when I’m sitting right here?”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to hide your laugh as you’re genuinely becoming annoyed and impatient.

“Yeah, smart-mouth ass,” you bark, hands on your hips defensively. “Not only did you eat your cake, but ya’ ate mine too! And you know exactly what I meant by that; I miss you spending time with me and not on this investigation. Sheesh.”

He blinks at you slowly with his big, sleepy, doe eyes. “You said I could eat it. And I’ll spend time with you once I’ve finished for the night.”

You huff out, “Number one: I didn’t think you’d actually eat it — which I should have known better. And number two: that’s what you said the last bazillion times I asked, L.”

“Because I wasn’t finished the last bazillion times you asked,” he replies, eyes fixed back on his computer screen.

You scoff, speechless. You know your boyfriend is an odd one, but you’ve always found it adorable. Sometimes though, there’s this little part of you that wants to choke him to an even paler complexion than he already is.

“Fine,” you hiss, walking up to him to nudge his head childishly. He doesn’t even blink let alone flinch at the push. “I’ll go play by myself — or maybe even with myself.”

“Keep the noise down please,” is all he says as you start to walk back up to your bedroom.

You scoff again, stopping to glare at him before stomping up the stairs, but to no avail. You know you’re being a brat, but you can’t help it. Sometimes L can be cold and detached from you. You understand that it isn’t on purpose and that he cares about you. But every so often you crave a bit more of him than what he’s willing to give.

Lying down, scrolling on your phone, you get an idea in your schemey little mind. You think you know something that might get L to pay you some attention.

You come out of your pajamas, only in your hello kitty slippers now. Confidently, you stride back downstairs and into the kitchen.

“I’m gettin’ a bowl of ice cream,” you announce, taking the frozen matcha treat out of the freezer. “Do you want some?”

He pauses momentarily, taking his thumbnail between his teeth. “Six scoops with chocolate syrup, please.” He hasn’t seemed to notice that you’re butt-ass naked just yet.

“Coming right up,” you respond, preparing his bowl to bring over to him.

“Here,” you say, nudging his arm with the bowl.

“Thank—,” he stops, looking into the bowl with a deadpan expression. “You didn’t put the syrup…”

Your face begins to burn with frustration, but you ignore it, continuing with your motive. “Lick it off me first and then I’ll put it on.”

He finally lifts his head, scanning you up and down, eyes widening. His eyes dart to your chest where you’ve drizzled some of the chocolate syrup on your breasts.

He slides his slender fingers against the small of your back, pulling you to him. You gasp quietly, his cool hand giving your naked body prickly goosebumps. He then stands up and dips his head down, face-level with your perky breasts. You shiver violently as a result of him blowing cool air on your already hard nipples.

“Hey!” You whisper-shout. You’re already finding it hard to stand as your knees are buckling from the tension. You don’t appreciate being teased.

L starts with your right breast, his tongue is contrastingly warm and soft in comparison to the rest of his body. He licks around it, swirling his tongue teasingly and taking your breast into his mouth entirely, being sure to get every last drop of the syrup. He repeats the action to your left breast and then licks down your stomach and belly button to catch the remaining drizzle.

As soon as he finishes, he takes the syrup from your hand, your grip weak and loose now anyway. He sits back down in his chair and neatly drizzles the syrup over his melting ice cream.

You continue to stand there, wet, wildly turned on, and freezing, but hoping to be warmed up very fucking soon.

You snatch the bowl from his hand, staring a hole into the side of his head as he looks ahead, spoon still held up to his mouth. He licks the spoon clean and then sets it down, turning to you

“How dare you do what you just did to me and then just go back to what you’re doing? Like…are you alright in the head? Don’t tease me like that!” You shout, ignoring how innocent and unassuming his face looks right now.

“I just wanted to eat my ice cream…”He murmurs, finger-pointing to the bowl in your hand. “I mean — you made it for me.”

You gawk at him, utterly empty of words. You can’t even be mad at your boyfriend; he’s too precious. It drives you insane. The look on his face immediately fills you with guilt at how mean you’re currently being.

“Fuck,” you exasperate, placing the bowl back down on his table. You lean forward to grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“It’s okay,” he replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but in your eyes.

You kiss him on his squished-in lips and to your surprise, he accepts the kiss without any cheeky remarks. You swap spit, taking your tongue out on occassion to lick his lips and tongue in circles. Nasty, sloppy kissing is your favorite. You release his face from your grasp so that he can move freely.

He sighs, looking down at his throbbing bulge through his pants. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I guess you were gonna get that quality time out of me one way or the other. But this… this just isn’t fair.”

You unbutton his pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers to relieve him. His pink tip is sopping with pre-cum and your mouth waters at the sight. He tenses up in his position, fingers tightening around his boney knees.

“Relax,” you tell him soothingly, kissing his tip with wet lips. You lick the oozing pre-cum off and then wrap a hand around his shaft, using it to rub your clit in circles.

He throws his head back again, groaning deeply. You suck him up for a few minutes, stopping in a decent enough time to postpone his nut.

Dick still incredibly hard, you situate yourself onto L’s lap, his wood slipping inside of you most satisfyingly.

“Mmmm — fuck yeah,” you squeal, letting the full feeling of him slowly enter you sink in. You instantly warm up at the intimacy.

He pulls you a bit closer, wrapping his hands around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs. “I know I’m pretty cold. Sorry about that,” he apologizes, using feathery strokes with his fingernails against your sides.

“It’s okay, it feels nice,” you reply honestly. Now that you’ve become hot and aroused, the coolness his body provides is refreshing to you; like a cold glass of ice water.

You pull him by his shoulders, tilting your head into the crook of his soft neck to make out with it as you start to ride him carefully.

He bites his bottom lip to conceal his sounds. You hear him fighting to quiet down his whimpers and pants, an occasional sound escaping into your ear anyways.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep.” You graze his ear between your teeth, using your hips to deepen and quicken your skillful riding.

He kisses you as you continue to thrust against him, fully in control of everything now. You like that he lets you take charge sometimes; no toxic masculinity, complete acceptance, and vulnerability. Crying and whimpering in your ear like a needy and helpless man; now that — that is your weakness.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, intensifying the kiss with the control you have over the direction in which his head goes.

He pulls back, looking at you with half-open eyes. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum.”

You kiss his forehead messily, closing your eyes tight in deep focus. Your final thrusts are aggressive and desperate, the taste of your orgasm nothing short of delectable. The chair squeaks loudly with all the movement going on. You shudder, yanking his head back frantically as you cum on him. He cums right there with you, his face beaming gorgeously with a deep red against his translucent complexion.

The two of you catch your breath’s, gathering yourselves just enough to come back down to Earth.

L sigh’s, turning his head to examine his bowl of melted ice cream. “Guess I should drink that now.”

I love Death Note so much. L has got to be my favorite character like.... Fucking ever. And this was hard to write tbh. L doesn't seem overly sexual at all, so I had to get creative with this one. I love submissive men. They're so hot. - Ash <3

#death note #l death note #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #ryuk death note #shinigami #anime #smut #l x reader #l lawliet x reader #manga #japanese

[hinaaspanda]

[5:46pm] p.js

“You know, I never realized how short you actually are, y/n!” Park Jisung probed, testing you like a dummy poking a sleeping bear with a stick. It was as if your paitence was a ticking bomb; it was going to blow if your beloved best friend didn’t have the conicous to stop.

“Hahaha, very funny,” You scowled, watching Jisung as he grinned in pride, his eyes folding into the crescent moons you were so familiar with. You folded your arms, speeding past the boy and his irritating ability of teasing.

But alas, Jisung was anything but wrong when it came to your height. So, it didn’t take him much to catch up to you. Not with his gigantic legs, anyways. A tugging sensation lands on your wrist before you’re flung around, landing just inches before a very close up view of Park Jisung’s chest.

“No, seriously! I think you’re only, like, up to my nose!” You feel his palm graze the crown of your head, shuffling your hair as he measures your lack of height. Your brain finally realizes where exactly you were at the moment; standing only a few inches apart from Park Jisung. Only a sliver of space hung between your face and his adam's apple. Your breath hitched, never feeling this sensation before. Why was your stomach swirling at its pit? Why was the skin around your cheeks flaring up? It was just Jisung, teasing you as usual.

So what was different this time?

Clearing your throat, you swat his hand away. You were probably just coming down with some form of cold, that’s all. You shoot a glare at the lanky boy. “You’re so annoying, you know that!”

“And you’re cute when you're mad,” Jisung suddenly hums, winking. It did way more than catch you off guard. Your stomach swirled more, the whirlpool moving up to your chest. What was going on?

You watched as Jisung ran a hand through his hair, his eyes practically burning through you as your two figures continued down the trail back home. You fiddled with your backpack strap, never in a million years expecting what Park Jisung was about to say.

“It’s not all bad, you know. Some guys really dig it when a girl’s short. You’re probably the ideal type of, like, a bazillion different guys!”

You scoff, rolling your eyes to the sky as you cross your arms in denial. “Oh yeah? Name one.”

“Easy,” Jisung shoves his hands in his pockets, two grand steps placing him in front of you. He pauses, pivoting to look back at you.

“Me."

#fanfiction #my writing #writers #nct jisung #nct dream jisung #nct x reader #nct x you #fluff #nct dream fluff #park jisung #park jisung x reader #park jisung x you #nct dream park jisung #drabbles #nct drabbles #nct timestamps #nct dream timestamps

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

Spotify Wrapped Prompt #66

Into the house, the halls in my mind/Into the rooms, the wandering eyes Warning for: drug use, description of trip by someone who doesn’t use lmao

"Poindexter, get off your keister, the kids are back. Soos!" Stan stirred his coffee briskly with a rapid clink-clink. "Get the kiddie pools in here, pronto!"

Ford lifted himself from the armchair with some effort, notebook nestled under his arm and fountain pen tucked behind his ear. The sounds of his great-niece and nephew greeted him before the sight of them.

"–just saying, there were easier ways."

"I'm surprised at you, Dip-Dop. If I didn't know any better, I would think that this was your first time engaging in yo-yo based combat!"

"Speaking of, this incident has made us redundantly thieves, since there's no way we're getting that yo-yo back to Hoo-Ha's. Add it to the list. Hope your girlfriend behind the counter doesn't come after us."

"Don't worry, we can order a bazillion of 'em for cheap off this cool website I found. Hey, Grunkle Stan!"

Dipper and Mabel, sweat-soaked and exhausted but no worse for wear, came tearing into the gift shop, plopping down about five gallon-sized bags each of a viscous, off-white liquid next to the cash register. It left a thick connecting strand behind when they pulled their hands away.

"Cash only," Stan deadpanned, poking one of the bags with a pen. It slumped over.

Ford entered the room with only a little bit of a limp. "Kids! I'm glad you're back. How goes the supply run?"

"Fantastic!" Mabel slid her backpack onto the floor and bent down to unzip it. "We have so much lemon juice. We're throwing off the town's culinary landscape for at least a month!"

"We got the juice, the herbs, and the drool," Dipper said, tapping the air like he was crossing each item off an invisible checklist. "I'm like ninety percent sure we gathered enough for at least a couple batches. Unless we have to mess with proportions significantly. But, yeah, I think we'll be okay."

"Great job, you two. Grab those bags of Kewpie drool, we're going to the kitchen."

"To the kitchen!"

"...this is spit? You kids put monster spit on my countertop?"

"To the kitchen!"

"It's oozing– augh, Mabel, look at this. Look at what you did to your grunkle."

~

With the pot on the stove at a comfortable boil and the kitchen filling with an oddly fresh, almost floral scent, Mabel felt like she had a chance to relax for the first time that day. First time in a couple days, actually. Sitting on top of the kitchen table, she stretched her arms high overhead, her muddy feet comfortably perched on her brother's lap.

"How'd you end up grinding those teeth down to a powder like this, Grunkle Ford?"

"Fiddleford showed me a fine contraption he had strung together some time back." Ford stroked his chin. "He told me it was a prototype intended as a nutcracker, but that it was far too brutish to be effective. Something he started but forgot to come back to."

"Hey, he remembered that he forgot about it. Still sounds like progress to me."

"Heh, that's nothin'. I remember about eight things before lunchtime!" Stan handed his brother a sprig of greenery, a unique strain of vervain that Mabel and Dipper had spent the better part of two hours searching for in the sun-speckled patches of the Gravity Falls woods.

"He means the eight times he forgets and remembers where he placed the TV remote." Ford let out a wry, breathy laugh as his brother elbowed him. He tore the leaves from the stem and dropped them each into the saucepan of drool, lemon juice, and dissolved deer teeth.

Mabel closed her eyes and listened to the odd sizzle of the vervain hitting the concoction. The kitchen was warm– as poorly insulated as the room was, it would have been warm with nothing on the stove and nobody inside. But now, with her whole family crowded around a boiling pot in the dead of July, the heat was damp, suffocating, the kind of heat that settled on the skin and hung in the air. Overwhelming.

Mabel loved it. She took a swig from her aluminum water bottle, choked on it a little, and reached up to untangle the sweat-soaked scrunchie from her hair.

"Where is our third-favorite crazy old man, anyway?"

"Upstairs," Ford said simply, stirring slowly.

Stan took a sip of his coffee.

"Awwright, dudes!"  Soos swinging around the doorframe and into the kitchen gave Mabel the perfect distraction from the way Dipper's eyebrows had pinched. (His muscles relaxed the second he heard Soos' voice, anyway, which Mabel considered a bonus.) "Missus and Mini Mystery are locked into position! As in, they're going to stay at the park for a little while longer, get some fast food, and, uh, go see a movie. We've got til bedtime."

Dipper grinned. "What's Wen gonna make Melody see? Did they make a Glippy and the Glarbonauts movie already?"

"Ooh, or that dumb thing with the robot dogs I keep seeing ads for online?"

"Mabel, you would have been all over that kind of show as a kid."

Soos set his phone on the table. "Hey, Roborex is a quality family franchise. And we looked up reviews for this one, and so far, critics have been receiving it far better than they did the first three."

"Soos, stop talkin' about baby shows on my phone."

"It's not your phone, Grunkle Stan! You didn't even buy the minutes on it."

"It's a substitute for my broken landline, isn't it?"

"Your landline?"

Mabel put her hands on her hips. "It was a gift for the both of you."

"Yeah, yeah, but Ford never cared about our toys like I did." He waved his hand. "Anyway, don't waste my minutes. I like using a phone nobody knows the number to. Shoulda had the Shack's number changed years ago."

With a beleaguered sigh, Ford balanced the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot. "Would one of you please go and check on Fiddleford? I need to strain the solution now, but it shouldn't be allowed to cool before the next ingredient is added."

And there went Dipper's shoulders again. Mabel imagined she could even feel his thighs tense through the soles of her sneakers.

"No need," came the thin, reedy voice from the doorway. "Ah'm here. Stan, give yer brother a hand with that swill."

"I'll give him exactly eight more fingers, how's about that," Stan muttered, reaching for the strainer.

McGucket stood in the doorway, his already slight frame made somehow smaller by the circumstances. When he spoke, Dipper had pointedly turned his head to look out the window. Mabel noticed and made up for it, staring keenly at what he held carefully in his old, gnarled hands.

"That's all we'll need?" She asked airily.

He nodded, his expression unreadable.

~

Mabel thought it was the blood that made the potion change colors like it did, but it was actually the Tang, which she thought was pretty cool. "For taste," Ford offered to Dipper's questioning face.

Stan had largely separated himself from the nerd stuff, at this point, occupying his attention with the weird puppet Soos had pulled from a dumpster somewhere and wanted to turn into an exhibit. They whispered to each other about wood glue and varnish and little doll hats while Ford and Dipper geeked out about the procedures of the experiment.

"So was that the last ingredient?"

"Almost. I have to remember where I put... we're missing the psychoactive ingredient yet. In the sources I showed you, if you recall, the researchers made reference to an extremely rare, nearly deadly–"

"The mushrooms, yeah, I sticky-noted that page, I wanted to ask you about that. Did we get those? Do we need them?"

"Well–"

The more engaged they grew, seeming almost excited, McGucket shrunk further and further into the corner next to Mabel. She followed his gaze to the small, half-empty syringe of blood lying forgotten on the countertop.

"I correctly anticipated that my brother might have some–"

"Some old pals who owed me a few," Stan said, doing a poor job of pretending not to care about the conversation while he spit-shined one of the dummy's eyeballs.

"–some connections he was willing to exploit," Ford finished. McGucket tapped out a tight, erratic rhythm on his arm. Mabel watched his lips, imagined he was counting.

Ford had transferred the now-cooling liquid into a large eyedropper, the consistency requiring, though less viscous than before, more than a simple syringe. "Soos, my boy, would you go look for the blotter tabs on my desk? It should look like, ah, a sheet of very boring, square stickers."

"On it like a bonnet, dude." Halfway up the stairs, he said, "Oh, and I got the inflatable pools ready, but I haven't dumped all the salt in yet. Lemme know if we need that done next."

Ford nodded absently, but Dipper frowned. "I thought we weren't doing the sensory deprivation idea?"

"We said we would try it dry first, yes. But I thought it wouldn't hurt to have the pools prepared just in case our first trial has, well. Less than optimal results." McGucket's hand spasmed, then squeezed his arm. The Shack fell quiet.

It was Soos who spoke first. "So, uh, does that mean that we're, uh, gonna have to carry him downstairs?"

For the first time that day, McGucket and Ford made eye contact.

"Start upstairs," McGucket said, and that was that.

~

The open triangular window, its stained glass now slightly warped, hung loosely on its hinges. The thin light filtering through the oncoming storm clouds cast the room in a dusky blue.

It felt crowded in a way Dipper didn't think it ever had before; with everyone crowded around him, Ford looked like he didn't have enough elbow room to apply eyedroppers of their potion to the tabs of LSD on the desk table.

Dipper wondered absently if he had done this before and figured this wasn't the right time to ask.

"There," Ford said, something like resignation in his voice. "All ready."

Stan stood over him, arms folded tight across his chest, mouth set in a thin line. Dipper wished he would crack a joke, something that would get him elbowing McGucket, trying to get him to laugh. Something that would push some of the stale air out the window.

But, of course, the task fell to Mabel. "You know," she mused, eyeing the blotter paper, "I never thought our first time doing hard drugs would be with our grunkles, an old hillbilly man, and the puppet from Tales to Tickle Your Gooseflesh."

"You've thought about us doing drugs?" They had done crazier things. Dipper didn't know why the thought set him off-balance.

"Mabel Juice doesn't hit the same as it used to, bro-bro." Mabel poked Dipper's nose and earned herself an even more scandalized scowl. She winked at Soos. "I always pretty sure Soos would be involved, though."

"My dudes, I'm pretty sure I'm honored." Soos made the puppet on his arm salute the twins, wooden teeth clacking tight. Dipper shivered on the floor beside Mabel.

The Mystery Shack attic now held only one bed, pushed up sideways against the far wall. Dipper stared at the scuffs on the floor and felt a familiar weight under his sternum.

"I g–" Dipper cleared his throat. "I guess this is the best place for it, right? Um, with sober people around. Like. even if this was a normal– I mean, obviously this isn't going to be a normal trip, but I've, uh, read that before. Somewhere." He popped a knuckle. "I forget where I read that."

He cracked another finger into the silence.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, kid." Stan set a heavy hand on Dipper's shoulder. "Me an' Sixer are gonna be the best babysitters ever while you and your sister trip all the way into dreamworld." He wiggled his fingers as he said it. "Couldn't be safer than if you got these drugs from Uncle Sam himself!"

Dipper snorted. "Those MKUltra losers wish they could use LSD this effectively." He grinned at Stan. Stan grinned back.

Bolstered, Dipper adjusted his had and said, with something like bravado, "I'm all set. Any other preparations required before we start?"

"Go use the bathroom one more time."

"Oh my god, Grunkle Ford." Dipper rolled his eyes so hard it strained. "Our bladders are empty. If Mabel thinks she's gonna piss herself on the rug next to me, she can– um."

Mabel was staring at her fingers.

"Mabel." He gently bumped her with his shoulder. He looked to Soos, who was looking at Stan. "Maybe I'll pee one more time," Mabel said, thoughtfully.

Sucking his cheek, Stan said softly, "Sweetpea, you okay? You holding up?" Her eyebrows lifted, but her eyes didn't widen. "Me? Oh yeah, Mabel's floating through on cloud nine. I'm just thinking."

"Enlighten us," Dipper deadpanned overtop Ford's concerned "What's upsetting you, Mabel?"

"Not upset! Just thinking." Mabel opened her mouth as if to speak and stopped herself, giving instead a little breathless giggle. She chewed on her lip. Then, she said, "It would be super fun if we all went in together, though, right? Like last time."

Dippers eyebrows furrowed.

It felt, now, as if all the air had been sucked out of the attic. Not even the window hinges creaked. Dipper's mind swirled as he tried to catch up to Mabel's train of thought– last time? Does she mean when we chased Gideon into Stan's mind? Does she mean fucking Weirdmageddon? Why would she want– but the way his grunkles were making faces at each other distracted him just enough that he was left stumbling beside the railroad tracks until someone else spoke.

Stan was rubbing his neck so hard Dipper could see it start to turn red. "Sweetie, we– we talked about it, but–"

"It's risky enough as is."

Ford's shoulders jumped when McGucket spoke, as if he had forgotten he was there.

"Sendin' two a' you kids in together," he said, quietly. "It's not a stable connection. There's already a chance you'll lose one another."

"The dreamscape is different, now, Mabel." Ford almost sounded like he was pleading, pleading with her to understand that which he had already explained to Dipper and that which Dipper had neglected to pass on to his sister. It might not have mattered, though, because she was already nodding and waving him off as he tried to explain. "The fact of the matter is–"

"The fact." McGucket held up a scarred hand, but his voice lost its edge as he continued. "A' the matter is that we don't know what we're sendin' you into, kiddies. We just don't know. We can guess, based offa' what we used to know, and what we think should happen. But we don't know. And we're not goin' in with you."

"I know," Mabel said. Dipper couldn't place the emotion.

"But we wouldn't send either of you off alone." McGucket's smile was scared, sad, but genuinely warm. "You understand? We can't go with you, but we wouldn't ever send you alone."

"I know," Mabel said again. With a heavy sigh, she made her way to the rug, walking in a single circle before sitting down on it, like a dog. "Let's start," she said.

Dipper followed.

"You'd think the universe would get sick of this old formula at some point, right?" He mumbled into her ear as he sat down.

She raised an eyebrow.

"You know." He grinned. "Us against the world."

A slow smile bloomed across Mabel's face until she was smiling wider than Dipper was. "Not 'til we do."

They bumped fists and prepared to take tabs of contaminated LSD on their tongues like a sacrament. The clouds rolled in the sky outside the open triangle window, and the breeze that was blown in smelled like rain. Soos, puppet still on his arm, carefully reached over the bed to close and lock it. The body in the bed didn't stir.

"I'm going to count backwards from ten," Ford said softly as rain began pattering against the stained glass. "Ten, your eyes close. They feel heavy."

Dipper leaned his head back against the bed frame. Ford's voice was already slipping in and out of his ears like a glob of soap sliding down the side of the sink, and the last physical sensation he could recognize before the colors behind his eyes grew too loud was Mabel slipping her arm into his. His heartbeat stung, beating out a sewing-machine-rhythm that he could feel in his feet. The quickly-shrinking portion of Dipper's brain that still retained his internal dialogue began reciting times tables to slow his breathing and thanked its lucky stars that Dipper had put in the time to make and memorize a step-by-step procedure for how to visualize his way into his friend's coma.

There wasn't much of that he could access, not now that his brain had turned into green slime and was dripping out of his nose and onto his shirt, onto the little floor rug, onto the scuffs on the wooden floor from moving beds around, but he screwed his eyes tight and opened up the control panel in the little, miniature Dipper that had been hiding inside of the brain-slime. Brain Dipper reached his hands out to grip onto the thought of the one thing he needed to get himself and his sister out of this acid trip, their goalpost, their princess trapped in the tower, their ticket to the light at the end of the tunnel.

Emerson. That homeless asshole, lying half-dead in his bed. Fucker, Dipper said to him. It echoed inside the empty observatory of his skull.

#writing #stay weird #frustrated with my wroitin roight naew… but it’s finished! #so that’s that #writing is a hard hobby to have when you have limited time… #like. to improve. to get better #yet still shall I continue #may we all continue!

[thelegendofsplattim]

Chapter 3: Reveal

"Well, girls, here we are." Says Mina, as we walk through the doors of Shellendorf Institute. I take a look around the area, noticing all the display cases, filled with stuff from the ancient human era. "Doesn’t look like anything's missing from here, so that's good, right?" I ask, as I stare at some small, weird device with a screen and a couple of buttons on it. "I mean, yeah, but we’re here to find out more about the Splat Tim artifact, remember?" Says Rose, as she looks at a painting of a bunch of spherical, bomb-like things walking on a hill. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone else leaning against a wall near the painting, but I didn't think much of them. People loiter in museums all the time.

"In that case, I hate to inform you ladies..." says someone else; me, Mina and Rose turning to see who it is. "But the artifact you're looking for has gone missing." This guy looked to be a little older than Mina and I, and he was wearing a security guard uniform. On his hip was a holster, with a singular Splat Dualie inside. Rose steps forward, her arms crossed, and with the most unamused expression on her face. "We're aware." She says. "We're just trying to figure out what happened to it." The security guard or whatever follows suit, folding his arms as well. "Well, if you really want to know what happened to it, a certain coworker of mine took it." He says, glaring at Mina. Mina facepalms, and walks closer to the security guard. "Oh, for crying out—" she says, before her tentacles start glowing brightly and flailing around. "Just because I had closing duty that day does not mean that I took it!" She shouts at him, just loud enough to make her point without causing a scene. "Suuuuuure. Tell that to management." He says. Mina lets out a low growl, which I take as my cue to do something.

"Now, lets all just calm down." I say, stepping between Mina and the security guard. "Mister, could you maybe take us to where the artifact was?" I ask, as politely as I can muster. The security guard sighs. "Just for you, fine. We already poked around in there a little, though, so I doubt you'll find much." He says, motioning for us to follow. After walking through a hallway filled with all kinds of old things, we're led to a room that it looks like they were still setting up, as there were boxes full of stuff scattered about on the floor. There were also a few shelves with stuff on them as well, like a figurine of a pink gumball with feet(?), and an upside-down water bottle, which was apparently important enough to have a plaque all to itself.

"Well, I better get back to work." Says the security guard, as he turns back towards the hallway. "Oh, and if you do manage to find anything, just holler. Okay?" The three of us nod, and he leaves the room, leaving us with the bazillion things in here. Immediately, I go and inspect the water bottle because it looked important, what with the plaque and all, but there was nothing there. We continue looking around the (rather large) room for a little while, before Mina breaks the silence of our search. "So... are we actually gonna tell him about any of this?" She says, as she rummages through a box of, from what I could tell, teddy bears and blankets. "Nah, I don't see the point." Says Rose, who is inspecting a vase. "I mean, unless you want him involved in this." Mina turns back to the box she was searching in. "Fair enough." I, on the other hand, had gotten bored of looking around. "What're we even looking for in here?" I ask. Rose gets up and starts pacing to the other side of the room. "I dunno, evidence, I guess?" She says. "Basically anything we can use to prove that Mina isn't—" She comes to a stop as she momentarily winces in pain. She looks down at the ground where she's standing, and notices a large puddle of blue ink. "-Guilty." She finishes her thought. She looks up at a nearby shelf, with an Inkling figurine on it, and turns back to Mina. "Hey, do you like the color blue?" Rose asks. "Hm? Not really. Blue is like, my least favorite color." Mina responds. "Why?"

"So, this-" Rose says, motioning to the mess of blue ink around her. "This wasn't you?" Mina gets up and heads to where Rose is standing, her face in utter confusion. "No, this wasn't me. I'd never put ink in a museum." She says. I walk over there to see what else I can find, and I notice something next to the Inkling figure. "Hey, what's this?" I say, carefully tiptoeing around the ink, and pulling what looks like a card of some sort out from behind the figure. Mina and Rose come closer to me as I inspect the card, though there isn't anything noteworthy about it, except for a logo.

Wait a minute, the logo!

I quickly whip around back to the hallway, and notice that same person that was loitering near the painting earlier. Only, as I look again, I realize that their hair is the same shade of blue as the ink on the floor, and they're wearing an apron with this exact logo on it. Noticing me, they walk back out to the lobby of the museum. "Guys, what if I told you that I think our thief might be coming back for more?" I say, turning back to Mina and Rose. Mina had apparently captured a (frankly, kinda blurry) picture of our suspect on her phone and turns back to me. "Sounds likely to me." She says. "Should we go tell the security guard, or call the police, or something?" Rose asks. I turn to her, shrugging off her suggestion. "Nah, we can handle it." I say.

"Uh, are you sure we should do that?" Asks Mina. "Totally!" I respond. "The less fanfare there is, the higher chance we have of catching the thief dead in their tracks!" Mina continues giving me her skeptical look. "Come on, it'll be just like old times." I say, gently shaking Mina's shoulder, and ignoring the death glare that I know for a fact Rose is giving me right now. Mina sighs. "Okay, but shouldn’t we at least run this by the security guards?" I roll my eyes. "Fine, I guess."

A little while later, we give our security guard 'pal' a rundown on our plan. Surprisingly, he gives us the good-to-go on staying by the museum to catch the thief. Quickly, we head home and grab our supplies, and wait for the thief to strike...

#splatoon #spla2n #writers #nintendo

[duxpuella]

Can I request hcs of how Charlie would comfort the reader when they’re feeling depressed 🥺

Headcanons of Charlie D. comforting (gn!) reader when they're depressed

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff, Depressive behavior patterns, Depression symptoms, Italian (?); >

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s;

Mental health is an important matter and should be taken seriously. Depression takes many forms and all are valid, all worthy of attention and treatment. Remember that building a support network with people you love and trust is a critical step in treatment and should not be underestimated, you don't have to go through it alone. If possible, seek follow-up with health professionals (psychiatrists, therapists, psychologists) whom you trust and feel comfortable to work with.

Here's a few posts to help you go through those tough times: 1 2 3

I wrote it as if the reader had major depressive disorder and was having a depressing episode.

Also, here’s my Charlie playlist, hope you enjoy it!

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He noted you were a bit down lately, asked a bazillion times if everything was okay, and once you nodded yes, he tried to make you laugh whatever was bothering you away. He knew you weren't, but he wouldn't make you open up forcedly.

But once you started to get insomniac with a frequency, he got worried. Usually, you try to sleep on your own, and in the morning, when he noted you didn't sleep well (or slept at all), he would assure you that he wouldn't definitely mind helping you fall asleep.

"Damn (Y/n), you look like hell!" you heard from Knox as you sit on the table in order to get some breakfast. "oUCH" he looked at Charlie, who had poked him (not so gently) with his left elbow as to say "Shut the fuck up," you muttered a weak answer to assure you were fine and the table remained in a dense silence.

After your classes, you decided to skip your meal and get some rest. Charlie was waiting at your door, talking to Neil and holding what looked like containers with food. As you got closer, they both saw you, and Neil went away (only stopping to hug you on his way out).

"Shouldn't you be in the dining hall?" you asked, "I should, shouldn't I? But how could I be there knowing you would be here, without eating properly?" you laughed, was that as important as he made it look? It was just a meal, after all. "C'mon, let's eat together while we talk." "Do we have to? I'm not really hungry," you replied as both of you got into the room.

He placed the containers and some tableware on your bed, closed the door behind him, and walk towards you. He got close, then closer, cupped your face with both hands, and pecked the tip of your nose making your face burn a little bit.

"We do, Cara mia. You must be taken care of. You haven't either eaten or slept well in the last couple of weeks and we need to fix that." "I mean, I'm haven't been hungry lately, is it not as if I'm doing it on purpose ya know?" your face frowned and suddenly your favorite poster on the wall seemed more appealing than Charlie's eyes. He got closer.

His thumb caressed your cheek, "I know you're not, but it doesn't make it less of a worrying subject. I only intend to help. I know I can't always say or do the right thing to make it better, but can you let me try? Say the word and I'll do anything in my power to help it. I have no idea what's wrong, but I'll do anything. Anything. If it's me, I'll promise to listen and change whatever is bothering you. If it's someone else, I can perfectly hide a body, no worries." you giggled.

"What if it's me?" "I'm sure we can come to a solution, if anything, I'm more than happy to pay for a therapist." you looked back at his eyes, a smitten gaze directed at you as he brushed a stray of your hair behind your ears. "I love you, (Y/n). I love you a bit too much for my own health, just tell me what's going on, please? You don't have to open up if you're not comfortable, but then tell me how to help you 'cause I desperately need to. Not just me, all the boys are worried for you too."

That was it. The last drop. You melted on his arms, as he held you firmly and closer rubbing your back and petting your hair. You cried out your worries away and, actually, felt a lot better, not only for the emotional unload but for the realization you could count on him. He listened uninterruptedly and spoon-fed you after (simply 'cause he wanted to spoil you).

After all of it, both of you cuddled up on your bed you lay down your head on his chest as he kept whispering sweet nothings to put your mind at ease and petted your hair, relaxing your body. You fell asleep, peacefully. Of course, he knew it wouldn't solve it all, but it was a start. He also knew that the storm would pass, and he would like to help you navigate through these waters until then.

Here's a few things he would do to help you cope through it:

Charlie would definitely order some takeout of your comfort food. Japanese? You got it. Chocolate? Yours. It's your mother's special dish? He will drive you home on the weekend for it. Is it expensive? No problem, money was made to spend. Is it weirdly specific? No judgments. It doesn't matter what it is, it is yours.

Do you need treatment and can't pay for it? No worries, he's more than happy to spend his allowance on it. Damn, if he has to, he'll even get a job (he probably won't though, the boy is wealthy af).

Cuddles? He gives you the best ones. Physical contact all the time if you will. Hug you all the way around and trade places with your roommate during your episode so you can fall asleep in his arms every time.

He's not the best at saying the right thing or giving thoughtful advice, but he will make a snarky comment here and there on something only to make you laugh or ease the ambiance. That way you'll always have a glimpse of the sun through the clouds.

Class clown increases by 110%. He can't comfort you with words, but he can sure make you laugh it away for a while.

He'll take care of you during it all. Helping you with hygiene (showering and washing your hair) if it's too bad, cuddling you up to sleep, spoon-feeding you so that you eat, remembering you to drink your water and take your meds (if you take any), or driving you to therapy (if you have one).

He'll do it all while holding your hand so that you feel cared for and as much spoiled as possible.

Hope you like it! I take requests by ask! (info on requests);

Also, you’ll find more of my writing here.

#duxpuella headcanons #dps hcs #dead poets society #dps fandom #dps hc #dps headcanons #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton? yea he has my heart and soul

[headinthestaticsky]

When he felt drained, Alice Cullen x Male Reader

"When you can't get what you want But you can get me So let's set out to sea, love 'Cause you are my medicine When you're close to me When you're close to me."

Melancholy Hill by, Gorillaz

To the amazing anon person who requested this, I hope this turns out the way you wanted it to! I kinda messed up the request I'm sorry about that! I have to re-read things a bazillion times before I understand it I guess. I have never really delved into writing much angst so I am kinda nervous to see how it is. Thank you for making the request! It's a bit short so I hope you don't mind.

TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains self-deprecating thoughts. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these things. Your mental health and well-being are way more important than this one-shot!

READERS POV

Unworthiness, it seemed to be a word that haunted my mind and soul. It sunk my body down to the Earth and drained me. I knew why I felt this way and it wasn't something that was going to change anytime soon. It was her... Alice, my mere mortal heart fell for her. I didn't know if it was her energy, or maybe her pixie-like voice that was what attracted me to her. Yet, that voice in the back of my head always seemed to pop up whenever I was around her always muttering the same thing.

"You are worthless compared to her!"

I never knew why I thought that way... It wasn't because of our difference between life and death. I had never felt subservient to her because of any power or abilities she acquired. I guess it was just something my brain hardwired me to do. She always seemed so upbeat, poised, intelligent... it was all the things I always thought I wasn't. I felt like I weighed her down... stooped her to the level I was at. I wronged her, and I felt she was beginning to notice. I was far too wrapped up in my mind to listen to my surroundings that were until I felt a hardish poke on my arm. Jumping me out of my trance.

"Y/N, what's going on in that head of yours? I've been calling your name for the last minute!" Alice's voice called to me.

I just looked down at the floor hoping it would swallow me up. I didn't need her worrying about me again.

"It's nothing, Alice."

"I wish I could believe you... something in you is blocking my vision, I can't see anything aspect of you in it."

"It's better that way... something you just don't need to know."

"You can't even look me in the eyes anymore Y/N... did I do something?" She sounded hurt, confused even... it seemed to be all I could do lately. She leaned down in front of me and pulled me into her cold yet warm touch. I closed my eyes and just took in the feeling of her love, her embrace. I couldn't enjoy it for long however as her cold hands gripped my face. She forced me to look into her eyes, her interrogation had begun.

"Now Y/N please, just tell me what is going on with you? I'm not Edward you know... I can't read minds!"

"Why do you keep pretending that I'm enough for you?"

"Wh-what? Why would you ever think of something like that?"

"Stop pretending Alice! You... you know I'm not good for you."

"D-do you realize what you're talking to? I am a vampire... you know, the things that drain humans of their blood? You know it's the other way around!" Her face was covered in bewilderment, it was shocked in the words that flew out of my mouth.

"You know that has never bothered me once... you have a beautiful soul Alice even if you think it has been tainted. It wasn't even your choice as to how you were turned you had to."

"And you have to realize that I think you are just as beautiful to me as you think the same of me. It's always hard to put into words how I feel about you. I guess this is something we both need to work on... "

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"What's that?"

"Our opinions on ourselves... maybe talking to each other once in a while..."

I smiled and lightly laughed at her before nodding in agreement.

She smiled brightly down at me.

"That's a good start... I haven't seen that smile in a while."

Starting now, it seemed I would have to shut my mind off. I needed to just let her voice ring through my mind, and into my ears. She had the same thoughts I did... which I thought was completely insane. But we needed to reassure each other of our love... to sedate those thoughts that leaked bile into our minds.

We are enough for eachother.

#twilight imagine #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #alice cullen x oc

[jirouing]

★ ·.·˙··˙·.· MOONLIGHT SHOWERS !

➫ pairings ;; armin arlert x m!reader.

➫ wordcount ;; 1,299

➫ synopsis ;; while on a stake-out, armin sits down to join you for a night to sky watch.

➫ authors%note ;; fluff / my first aot fic ? fosho fosho

"Make the rounds again, be sure there are no other survey ships coming from the north."

A chorus of affirmations followed the commander's orders. The soldiers all split up and coddled into their own groups to keep watch, all except one Y/N. He remained in his spot on the lukewarm sand, the grains hugging his feet as he moved around to avoid the shivering pokes of the waves coming upon the shore.

In the midst of the splashes of water, he picked up the light sound of footsteps coming his way. Silently, he took up his boots and swapped sides to make room for the person, who plopped down so close to his side, the warmth from their body radiating. One glance out of the corner of his eye found Armin as his comrade. For a moment Y/N caught himself starting, his eye subtly watching the blond man gaze up at the sky. But subtle didn't last too long as Armin's eyes shot towards his, those ocean blue eyes were unbelievably bright and warming as they settled on him.

They crinkled just the slightest bit when his pink lips curved into a soft smile that was reserved special just for him.

Armin bumped shoulders with him, tipping the other over. He managed to scoot closer to Y/N and their thighs grazed each others. Even through the rough material of their pants, Y/N still felt that shock.

"The moon is really beautiful. It reflects so nicely onto the sea, don't you think?" 

A sigh left those lips and Armin wove his hands underneath his legs as he brought them to his chest. Y/N felt inclined to agree - he means, the night sky was something he's always adored. Getting to sky watch was hell inside the walls; they were always annoyingly tall and he could never see the stars in all of their glory. His folks never didn't want him out too late either so this was his only opportunity to fully appreciate it.

Y/N leaned back on his palms and huffed out a little laugh. "Yeah I could think of about a bazillion things I like about it." That sparked Armin's interest as he shifted to face him, a giddy smile ready. "Oh really? Name one off the top of your head."

"I love the way it's rays bathe you in it."

They were both fully facing each other now and Y/N has never felt so lucky that his heated face has gone unnoticed. Damn him and his mouth to hell.

Armin looked shell shocked at the answer but stuttered out a fit of chuckles. "You know that's one thing you love, I thought we were talking about things we liked."

"But it's true," the brother man sucked at his teeth. "You've always been a looker but the moonlight just makes it even better. It just...it just makes everything that I thought couldn't get better just pop!" Y/N spoke with his hands, Armin followed with sheepishness. He didn't know where this burst of confidence came from but it was too late to just backtrack.

"Come on, you're just saying that. I'm nothing special, not with everyone else here." The blond tried to play it off as a joke, a strained laugh and all, but his voice faded into a soft whisper and it frustrated the other to no end. Y/N shifted to his knees and stopped Armin's hands from rubbing at his neck. He molded their hands together, squishing the milky hands in between his own for a stark contrast.

"Armin...you're one of the smartest guys I know. But you gotta be the most ignorant one when it comes to love." Y/N was exasperated. The blond blinked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I- excuse me?"

He took a breather, listening to the waves once again, they got close and almost washed away the mess they had made in the sand. "There's so many things about you that I can just never get enough of," shining blue eyes egged him on; just begging him to continue. "Your wise mind and determined soul from the moment you stepped into the corps. You inspired me from the beginning. Learning to be your comrade, your friend is something I've cherished--"

"--The only thing I would want more is to have your heart."

Hands twitched in between his before he was engulfed into a hug from the now tearful blond. "Y/N...that was the sweetest thing ever! ... I can't fathom why you keep it to yourself all these years." Not once did he move an inch and Y/N savored the feeling of his arms slithering around him, getting tighter and tighter. The man shrugged the best he could, slumping down into his embrace. "I don't know man. It just never felt like the right time to me. The whole titan-killing and now Marley, I was more afraid that I would end up never telling you."

Armin shakily exhaled and it fanned the crook of his neck. "Yeah. I get it. But even if it's the end of the world as we know it, I'd tell you that I love you in a heartbeat." Y/N closed his eyes and smiled to himself, he was so glad to hear it.

They both sat there in silence, over the waves were their comrades hushed voices as they continued on with the commander. Neither dared to pull away, only getting more comfortable in each other's arms.

"Hey, Y/N?" Armin was the first to speak again.

"Yeah Armin?" he opened his eyes.

A short pause and then came, "can I kiss you?"

The man could've sworn that his mind was playing tricks on him, but just to confirm everything, he breathed out a "s-sure." Armin then leaned back and caught his eyes, he couldn't stop smiling and it was all too contagious that Y/N felt the giddiness creeping up on him. A hand gripped his waist and a hand latched to the crook of his neck. As the blond was slowly leaning into him, Y/N thanked the moon for shining down on them in this moment.

It was like time stopped when lips met his, his heart pounding hard against his chest. The only thing he could focus on was how soft the blond's lips felt and how everything about him just invaded all his senses. If he still thought this was a dirty trick, he ought to be a fool.

Their lips moved sweetly against each other, and neither could get enough. Armin was shifting closer to Y/N, the raw emotion dripping onto the other, their limbs becoming entangled by the second while the night sky washed over them.

Suddenly they both felt pain in their heads, wincing and looking up to find a cheeky-eyed Connie with a thunderspear in his right hand.

"Times up, love birds. You both need to get back into position, captain's orders-" but his grin grew and he twirled the spear to tease. "Or do you guys need a little more 'alone time'?"

Y/N groaned and put his head in his hands while Armin jumped off the sand to tell Connie to quit it, which led into a little playful chase between the two along the shore.

How embarrassing, the lonesome man thought. But he still smiled as he watched a beet red Armin shout after Connie's cackling ass.

Maybe they'll get another time like this. Y/N looked up to the sky and hummed. Another wave crashed in and almost took his boots with it. He stood up and gathered them and made his way back, yelling at both of his friends to hightail it.

Next time, he thought, they just have to do this again.

#i have to start with night stories #it's a must #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin arlert x male reader #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan x male reader #aot x male reader #snk x male reader #aot x black reader #aot x poc!reader #male reader #black reader #poc!reader #⏰ . . . on the floor. #☎ 一 flacko's stuff. #aot fluff

[azul-marie]

Hello! Can I ask for a scenario of going on a cinema date with Anne?

hello! thank you for your request! this is only slightly inspired by real events — i’ll let you guess which part. (hint: the soda) i really hope you enjoy reading! take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance

characters: anne faulkner.

“i’m pretty sure we can fit more in here.”

the two of you looked down at a stuffed, sagging sack that may have been anne’s purse at one point. you could hardly tell now by the layers of packaged chips, candy, and — to your amazement — an entire two-liter bottle of grape soda, but it was there, the poor thing, all at the mercy of your partner.

“annie, i’m pretty sure we’ll get caught if we do.”

their lips puckered in a pout, a rather cute display of insistence. “i wanted to take some licorice, though.”

“why don’t we buy some at the theatre?” you asked, eyeing a particular case of chocolate candies poking through the fabric at a weird angle. it was probably because of the lemonheads.

“and pay like, a bazillion dollars for them? honey, let’s be smart about this.”

“don’t you own a clothes brand now?”

“so?”

“so, you shouldn’t worry about some overly priced licorice. if you really want it, i can pay for—”

anne’s perfectly manicured finger touched the soft of your lips, pout turnt to a frown. “no way! i won’t let my honeybun get scammed. we’ll take it next time, then.”

it was decided. and it was only twenty minutes before the previews began, too.

a train ride, a short walk, and a wait in line later, anne fussed over his hair and yours, wanting to take a photo in front of a poster advertising the latest action movie you’ve come to watch. recommended by his followers, which was a game of hit or miss most times. you hoped it hit, for the sake of the poor purse on anne’s strong arm.

“ready and…” anne held up their phone to finally snap a picture. “there! so cute. let me post it, then we’ll go right in.”

“we’ll be late, you know.” you prod their side, though playfully in spirit. you knew how much they loved interacting with their fans, growing used to it over the time spent dating them. but admittedly, you were becoming rather anxious to sit down to watch through the last of the previews. plus, you wouldn’t want the popcorn to cool.

a few taps across his screen, then a click of his side button to close. you pressed an appreciative kiss to his cheek in return, making him huff with laughter at your hurrying. “alrighty, all done. c’mon, sugarcakes, let’s dig into our stash already.”

“hm! and you said you only wanted popcorn.” anne teases, grabbing your hand to guide you through the showroom’s door into a darkened hallway leading up to the auditorium. a fair crowd occupied the better seats already, leaving you two to scramble upstairs to beat out other couples filing in.

“middle seats it is.” anne whispers, practically racing the two of you into a pair of seats right in perfect vantage point of the screen. his franticness makes the two of you bubble up with laughter, silly as it is.

you settle down, as does he, although to look through the piles of snacks hidden away in his bag. to your delight, he pulls out your favorite and plops it on your lap, then a few for him on his own.

“oh, shoot,” anne curses suddenly, digging around. the loud crackle of snack bags and boxes fill the air, stirring together in a harmony. “baby, i forgot the cups!”

“the—the cups?” you ask, already halfway through cracking open your snack. “for the soda?”

“for the soda!” they say, bringing their hand up to cover their shocked grin. “i guess it’ll be bottoms up for now.”

“oh my god,” you laugh, “everyone’s gonna think we’re nuts.”

”speaking of—” more digging, more crackles, a proud smile when they lift up a different snack, “—want some trail mix?”

“with chocolate?”

“and candied cashews.”

“heck yeah.”

the room grew dark, the sounds of an opening scene slowly trickled in through the surrounding speakers. you hushed one another in play, giggling between bites and chews, through clumsy sips of grape fizz that were only slightly embarrassing. even if the movie didn’t turn out so good — at least the snacks were. and the company, too.

#anne faulkner #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live #paralive #yes i had a friend who snuck an entire two liter soda bottle into the theatre #yes it was the highlight of the night #i can’t be completely sure anne would do the same….but a part of me does lol #i feel they’re the type to make tiktoks/reels of trying to pack/sneak a ridiculous amount of snacks into the movies #then have their followers rate how they did LMAO

[captnjacksparrow]

I hate to point this out but aren't there too many parallels between Sasuke and Hinata? Both belong to prestigious clans, both their fathers are leaders of their clans, both of them had sibling rivalry but there was also a lot of love, both wanted approval of their fathers, the absence of which bothers them both, even appearance. Pale skin, dark hair, powerful eyes. Naruto's type, hehe. Also both love Naruto. Although, no comparison. Don't get me wrong, the only female character I detest more than Sakura is Hinata. I couldn't help but notice..

I detest more than Sakura is Hinata. I couldn't help but notice..

For me they are both equal, anon. I hate them equally along with Danzo.

Hinata could've very well escaped my hate list (my hate list is very small, tbh. It's just 3 people) if only she behaved like a human in the War Arc.

She was orgasming about 'Naruto-Kun's warm and big hands' by standing on top of Neji's dead body.

That scene drove me so mad so that I want to destroy my laptop.

What an insensitive hoe!!!!... (Sorry for this word, I simply can't accept this behaviour).

Pale skin, dark hair, powerful eyes. Naruto's type, hehe.

It's partially true anon.

But you are wrong about eyes.

Naruto canonically showed his appreciation of someone’s beauty for three people.

Haku, whom he felt cuter than Sakura.

The girl on genjutsu sent by Itachi to separate Jiraiya and Naruto.

Sasuke, who looks way better than Sai by bazillion times, according to Naruto.

All have black eyes, black hair and pale skin.

So Hinata's bland and lifeless eyes are not his type.

Aren't there too many parallels between Sasuke and Hinata?

Whatever parallels you mentioned are true, in a sense. But those parallels are something which both of them had no control over. It's like saying, I have black hair, you have black hair. We are sooo similar.

But I will tell you what differences they have and how it impacted Naruto.

Sasuke is a sassy, straight forward person. Hinata is horribly shy.

Sasuke purposefully pokes and teases Naruto. Hinata stops at 'Naruto-Kun'.

Sasuke along with Iruka Sensei were the most important people in Naruto's life. Hinata was never even in his second tier list which had Jiraiya, Kakashi and Sakura.

Sasuke had his own goals in his life. Hinata basically had no ambition other than stalking her 'Naruto-Kun'.

Sasuke reached out to Naruto when he was alone. Hinata was just stalking and did nothing.

Sasuke became an orphan who can understand how Naruto feels. Hinata still has a family but can never understand his pain.

Sasuke worked his ass off for an entire day to the point of getting injured to get his father's approval by doing a grand Katon: Goukakyu No Jutsu. Hinata just got crumbled by her father's attitude.

Sasuke succeeded in protecting Naruto from Haku. Hinata was just showing off and failed to remove even one chakra rod from Naruto against Pain.

Sasuke unknowingly improved Naruto's growth in his Genin Days. Meaning Sasuke is Naruto's strength. Hinata....well, nothing to say. She could've warned Naruto about not to go for a Close Combat with Neji before the Chunin Exams.

Sasuke adored his brother Itachi so much. After knowing the truth, he just gave into vengeance to the point of crushing Danzo into million pieces by the mention of Itachi's name from that ugly mouth. Hinata was wetting herself at the thought of Naruto's hand over her brother's fresh corpse.

Sasuke's voice in anime always sounds Confident and Arrogant. Hinata's voice in the anime somehow gave me Shy and Hentai-ish vibes. If only her voice was like Tsunade and Temari, then this point won't exist.

Sasuke, when it comes to battle, can analyze the opponent's abilities with the help of his Sharingan and help Naruto from his Impulsive 'fight first think later' attitude. Hinata, with her Byakugan, ummmm..... nothing to say. Useless.

Sasuke's brother, Itachi, all he had to do was to share his power with Naruto to take care of Sasuke. Hinata's brother, Neji had to die a pointless death to tell Naruto to take care of Hinata. PUKE!!!!🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sasuke can say pages and pages about Naruto's childhood to Boruto. Hinata can't say anything meaningful about Naruto other than naughty, trouble making and cool.

Well, Anon. You can see how different they are. They are not similar at all, atleast not in my opinion.

#ask #anti hinata #naruto #sasuke #anti nh #anti naruhina

[pwarkluv]

❝ cloud 9 - k.th ❞

kim taehyung x reader | fluff | 0.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, non-idol au, established relationship au, fluffy fluff fluff lol, mature language/cursing, soft!taehyung, soft!reader, mentions of food, just two peeps in love you know?  

SUMMARY | when you’re supposed to be baking, but he’s much more interesting than the task before you. 

REQUEST | “Could you do a Kim Taehyung of BTS where he attempts to help her bake but ends up distracting her?” - anon <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “cloud 9” by beach bunny! super fluffy mood today bc i got my VERY FIRST REQUEST AHHH!! thank you anon i'm super excited hopefully this is sort of what you wanted? if not IM SORRY FHDSJKFH anyways i love you so so so much :D

“taehyung.” you sternly scolded, the boy in question laughing a bit at your form. you were at least 3 inches shorter than him, your “angry” face looking more like a pout. you had a spatula in your hands ready to smack him even if there was batter on it.

“okay okay i’ll stop.” taehyung laughed a bit, his hands up in surrender. he bit back a mischievous smile as you sighed and faced back to the bowl in front of you on the kitchen counter. tomorrow was gonna be your 3 year anniversary with your boyfriend, and instead of buying a cake you had the bright idea of making one together. 

you should’ve known better.

between the two of you, you’ve dropped 5 eggs, about 2 cups of flour, and a hell of a ton of sugar. this was going to be an adventure to clean up later on. 

taehyung sneakily poked your sides causing you to jump and almost spill the batter in your hands. you turned to scold the boy before pausing, feeling your heart race. the way he laughed, his soft boxy smile made your heart sutter as the words in your throat died down. 

“y-yah kim taehyung.” you tried to reason as the blush forming on your cheeks reddened. 

“yah kim y/n.” he fought back, and you could’ve sworn your heart was on the verge of having a heart attack. 

❝ but when he loves me i feel like i’m floating ❞

it was an absolute pain to finish up the batter. as every second passed taehyung would do something to distract you, like it was his mission to make you laugh as many times as possible. 

“aren’t you supposed to be helping me?” you raised an eyebrow as you carefully placed the finished liquid into two cake pans. the boy mimicked your expression before placing his hand on your waist, his head resting on your shoulders. 

“but what fun would that be if we just made the cake?” he whined before giving you a peck on the cheek. 

“you’re impossible.” you rolled your eyes with a smile, turning your head to give him a small peck. “now scootch i have to put these pans into the oven.” you demanded. taehyung chuckled a bit into your ear before moving to have your way.

❝ when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody ❞

“you’re pretty.” taehyung bluntly complimented you, the suddenness of it catching you off guard. the two of you (though it was mainly just you) were working on the frosting while the cake baked in the oven.

“w-what?” you asked, your hands stopping in its tracks as you stirred the bowl in your hands. 

“i said you’re pretty.” he responded once more before turning back to the cream cheese in his hands.

taehyung has always had a weird way of showing his love and affection for you. whether it be “annoying you” (you actually enjoyed his banters) or bluntly saying things out of the blue, the boy no doubtedly had complete heart eyes for you. 

in fact, he didn’t plan to be “distracting” today. it was only because of you. 

the way you had your hair up in a make-shift bun to keep the baby hairs away, the pajama set you were wearing which matched his, the glasses on your face showing your determined expression. everything about you made his heart beat a bazillion times faster, which is why he was so childlike today. 

sneaking away to the living room, taehyung grabbed his phone from the couch and played some music. 

“oh what the-” you jumped, hearing the soft melody of the piano play out of nowhere. 

“dance with me.” taehyung said, grabbing one of your hands to place them on his shoulders. 

❝ even when we fade eventually to nothing ❞

you laughed at his abrupt request but nonetheless wiped your hands on a towel and complied. you two softly swayed to the music, his hands on your waist and yours on his broad shoulders. 

suddenly the busy kitchen you two were in faded into nothing and it was just the two of you against the world. taehyung placed a soft kiss on your temple, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. 

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered, goosebumps forming on your arms with the gentleness in his voice. 

“i love you so much more, taehyung.” you replied with your eyes closed. a small pain on your head was what made you open them in shock. 

taehyung lightly swatted your head. “don’t be dumb i love you the most.” he whinned, holding you closer than before (if that was even possible).

❝ you will always be my favorite form of loving ❞

“uh y/n?” taehyung asked after a couple more minutes of dancing.

“yes my love?” you replied, feeling comfy in his arms. 

“i hate to ruin the moment but i can smell our cake burning.” he said sheepishly before you stood up straight in shock.

“kim taehyung.” you said, feeling a sense of deja vu hit you. 

#kim taehyung #taehyung #bts #bts taehyung #bts v #v #bangtan sonyeondan #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung fluff #fluff #kpop fluff #bangtan #bts taehyung fanfic #bts imagine #bts taehyung imagine #taehyung imagine #v imagine #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook

[gumnut-logic]

Callisto (Part Seven - Investigation)

Prologue 1. Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 2. Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 3. Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 4. Arrival - Bit 1 | Bit 2 5. Orientation 6. Rescue Site 7. Investigation

Here we are again with the next three thousand odd words of this fic.

Many thanks as always to @vegetacide​ @tsarinatorment��� @scribbles97​ @janetm74​ and my wonderful science officer @onereyofstarlight​ (who spent yet more time tackling my odd questions in the last week :D). You guys are amazing and I can’t thank you enough for all your amazing readthroughs and support.

You guys totally spoilt me last week so I hope this week delivers some entertainment. ::hugs you all so much:: Thank you so much for your amazing support.

Warnings: minor whump, far too much indulgence in scenery on my part because I’m having too much fun.

I hope you enjoy this.

-o-o-o-

Alan was sent back with Gordon and one of the dragonflies, while Virgil and Scott scouted back along the tunnel for a high enough point that either a molepod or Thunderbird Three could drill down deep enough to give them easy access for Thunderbird Four.

They found it in one of the larger caverns about a kilometre back from the Crystal Cave as they had come to call it.

Having seen so much crystal in one spot, Virgil now found himself spotting more and more of it along the tunnels. On first glance he had assumed most of the sparkles in the walls were patches of ice – there was certainly enough of the stuff around to cater to the concept. But on closer examination, there were crystals of all sizes and colours dotted along their return path.

In the dry cavern there were even more. Not anywhere near as many as in the crystal cave, but enough that Virgil pulled over, climbed out and collected a couple of specimens for later examination. John definitely wanted in on that analysis. He was still hunting for the source of the interference and was at this point reaching for every straw he could grab.

But first they had lives to save.

The roof of the Dry Cavern, as it was dubbed for convenience’s sake, had a number of large crystalline formations and there was a plea from the Base’s scientific staff to avoid as much damage as possible.

As if Virgil needed that reminder. He wasn’t one for blatant destruction of anything, but in this case as he planted the homing beacon for Three, he realised they were going to lose at least one beautiful structure in the process. So, it was with some sadness, he flipped the dragonfly and attached it to the rock ceiling of Dry Cavern and attempted to uproot a crystal tree as tall and as wide as himself to take back to the base.

With the application of a laser cutter, it came away surprisingly easily and with minimal damage. The dragonfly’s two front claws held it as delicately as they could. Carefully flipping the pod back upright, Virgil lowered it down to land and clambered out to secure the crystal.

Halfway out of the pod his vision doubled and he slipped.

Callisto’s gravity was almost nothing in comparison to Earth’s but the laws of physics still held strong and without atmospheric density to slow him down in any way, his momentum threw him at the rocky floor with enough force to cause him to bounce with a painful squawk. Previously obtained bruises complained and his head throbbed enough to turn his stomach over.

He ended up on the ground, on his side, doing his best not to puke all over the inside of his helmet, his only thought being how bad things would be if he failed.

“Virgil!” Scott was suddenly beside him, hand on his arm and the ever so familiar worry in his eyes.

Virgil swallowed and attempted to keep his stomach under control while his head screamed at him.

God.

But as before, it dissipated suddenly and Virgil was left panting and wondering what the hell was going on.

What the hell had the T- Drive done to him?

“Talk to me, Virgil. What happened?”

“Was dizzy for a second. Sorry.” He waved Scott’s hand away and sat up slowly. Everything stayed stable and sane.

God, he was tired. “I’m good. Just need some rack time.”

Scott glared at him. “I’ve seen you tired. You’ve never fallen off a pod before.”

“It’s the gravity, or the lack of it. It’s throwing me off.” He pushed himself to his feet.

But he knew what was coming next.

“I’m flying. Get in the back.”

“Scott-“

“Now.”

Virgil growled at him. “I’m going to secure the crystals first. We need to get these back to base in one piece.” And he did, Scott at his elbow the entire time. The man knew how to hover.

Once that was complete, Scott marched him to the backseat and made sure he climbed in safely…like he was a little kid or something.

Damnit.

But the moment he let himself relax, his whole body made it very clear that rest was a good thing. Scott’s flying skills kept the dragonfly consistently level and despite himself, Virgil dozed in and out a good percentage of the way back to base.

Despite the headache.

Of course, all of it resulted in a blowout with both Scott and his father.

“I’m fine!”

“You fell!”

“I slipped. It happens you know. I’ve rested. I’m fine. Now can we get moving? I need to be out there to assist with Four.”

Scott opened his mouth to no doubt confine him to the base with their father and Uncle Lee.

“Virgil, you will undergo an examination by the Base medics before you do anything.” Dad’s voice held that strength of command that Scott had so inherited.

He opened his mouth to rebut.

“Now, Virgil, or I will send Lee out in your stead. You don’t mess around out here. You know that.”

Virgil flicked his glance to the engineer his father had relied on for years, who had actually worked with International Rescue early on.

Goddamnit!

“Fine! But there is nothing wrong with me.”

“Then prove it.” Scott was glaring at him, blue eyes on fire and standing strong beside their father.

Well, at least they were working together, even if it was a combined front against him.

Three had already left, so they had to rely on a Base medic. Fortunately, she agreed with Virgil. Tension headache, the voyage out there and lack of sleep was all they could come up with and since he had snoozed in the pod and his skill set was seriously needed, Scott grudgingly gave him clearance.

Virgil so did not have time for this.

-o-o-o-

Alan slipped into Three’s pilot seat with a sigh. There was something about his ‘bird that was just comforting. Familiarity, probably, but also the knowledge that he had the power to get home under his very fingertips. Pods were great and all, but Alan preferred the power of ion engines and the strength of his ‘bird’s hull.

Gordon in the co-pilot’s seat wasn’t the norm, however.

“Okay, let’s get this ‘bird off the ground.”

Alan glared at him, but poked his comms. “Callisto Base, requesting departure for local foray as filed.”

“Thunderbird Three, you have clearance. Safe journey.”

Journey? He wouldn’t call it a journey. More a nick out the back door to grab takeout, if anything.

Great, now he was hungry for pizza and the nearest pizza joint was a bazillion miles away.

So gonna have a pizza night when they got home.

“FAB, Callisto Base.”

The airlock doors above began their ponderous opening sequence like something directly out of an old sci-fi flick. All that was missing was the cinematic music.

Firing Three’s engines was like breathing again after being stifled for a long time. She lifted, rising slowly into the airlock, her length proof that everything the Base owned was smaller. He only had a handful of metres to play with at either end and he was pretty sure he was scorching their inner door.

Nonetheless, they waited and the outer doors slid open revealing Jupiter once again in all her glory.

Alan eased her out slowly making sure she was fully in the clear before tilting her towards the north and, with a twitch of a thruster, throwing her across the jagged landscape.

The moon surface was craters on craters on craters. The Asgard formation rippled outwards in all directions creating rings of hills, stark greys and silvers against the deep of the black sky. Burr Crater was a splash of bright reflected sunlight glaring enough for the filters on the windows to react and protect their eyesight.

Alan brought up the holoprojection showing exactly where Virgil wanted him to drill.

Another flick of a wrist and Three pivoted on her nose, extended her arms, and settled gently onto the surface of the moon.

“Thunderbird One, Thunderbird Three is in position.”

Comms crackled and Alan frowned.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

State the obvious, Gordon. “Thunderbird One, do you read?”

“We hear you, Thunderbird Three. Dragonfly Pod Two en route to rendezvous.” Scott’s voice cut out and Virgil’s took over. “Gordon, deploy Thunderbird Four. Crane her to the surface. Alan we will need to assemble a large gauge molepod complete with vacuum extraction, as we discussed. We’re about fifteen minutes out.”

“FAB, Dragonfly Two.” The line cut out and Alan turned to his co-pilot. “Okay, Gords, your turn.”

His brother’s face split into a grin. “See you in the sky.”

Alan groaned. “Never gonna hear the end of this, am I?”

“Nope, no time soon. Thunderbird Four is going to fly. No more being dragged around by her sisters. Gonna get her some VTOL.”

Alan clambered out of his seat and half floated, half fell to the back of the cabin. Partial gravity was always odd. “Hoverjets, Gords.”

“Tomayto, tomato, squirt. My ‘bird is gonna fly.”

“In micro-gravity.”

“I’m taking what I can get.”

Alan rolled his eyes. Insufferable.

What followed was Three craning out Four through the cargo bay doors and gently lowering her to the icy surface of the moon.

This time, instead of sleds, Brains had attached hoverjets to the body of Gordon’s submarine. Personally, Alan thought she looked like she had a really bad case of acne, her usually smooth lines interrupted by pustules that spat blue ‘fire’.

Gordon apparently couldn’t stop grinning.

Of course, that all changed once Scott and Virgil arrived on scene. Virgil was unusually curt and Scott was hovering just enough to alert Alan that something wasn’t right.

A quick check with John revealed that Virgil wasn’t feeling well and that Scott wanted him off the mission, but Virgil refused.

That just set Alan off. It was always worrisome when an older brother wasn’t right, and considering all his brothers were older, it happened far more often than Alan liked.

So it was with worried eyes that Alan watched Virgil and Scott deploy the molepod.

The plan was for Three to dig down as far as she could - which was a decent distance, if Alan could say so himself, and then lower the extra-large molepod into the hole so Virgil could complete the tunnel to break through into the cave network below.

They were far enough away from the Crystal Cave, as it was now called, to hopefully leave it unaffected by all these excavations.

Gordon was to follow them in Hoversub Number Four - apparently his fish brother was still working on the new name - navigate to the Cave and revert to Four’s original purpose of being a submarine.

Three’s drill was an oddity for a space craft, but an oddity that had saved Alan’s bacon so many times.

The thought immediately prompted hunger pangs. Bacon.

Maybe he should shove a snack down his throat.

“Alan, start drilling.” Virgil’s sharp voice on comms snapped him out of it.

If Three deployed her drill rather abruptly at that, Alan felt he wasn’t to blame.

Fortunately, she performed with her usual ease and brilliance, creating a massive hole in the side of the moon and a cloud of debris to match, rock and ice thrown up in glittering haze.

God, space was beautiful sometimes.

Once Three had gone as deep as she could, Alan shifted her to one side and acted as a crane to lower Virgil and Scott in the molepod down into the newly created tunnel.

A suspended moment and the billowing dust resumed.

“Hey, Gords, is Virgil okay?” He couldn’t help it. He was worried.

“He’s okay, Allie. Just some leftovers from the ride out here.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Sorry.” It was raining glitter in slow motion.

“How you didn’t notice, I have no idea.”

Gordon was in Four and Alan in Three, but Alan shrugged anyway. “Dunno?” But he was distracted by the holographic image of his two eldest brothers gnawing through rock far below. Almost there. Thank goodness, Three’s grapple was almost at its full extent.

“Thunderbird Three, get ready to reel us in.” Scott’s voice was tight.

Far below the mole broke through into the cavern and began to fall in the ponderous gravity. Alan yanked a lever and pulled the cable tight, catching the pod in a pendulous dangle. “Gotcha.”

“Hold it, Thunderbird Three.” Virgil’s voice was even tighter than Scott’s and Alan wondered if the pod swinging was messing with him. A moment. “Okay, retract slightly.”

Alan did so and the pendulum slowed and eventually his brother gave the go ahead to fully haul them out of that hole.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was beginning to wonder if there was something seriously wrong with him. Digging the hole had been simple, but the moment they burst through into the cavern, his stomach tried to invert itself. It had taken everything he had to keep his insides on the inside.

But then it disappeared again! Leaving the goddamned headache that just refused to go away and was currently pounding through his head to the tune of his heartbeat.

Maybe Scott was right. Maybe there was something seriously wrong.

But he had a job to do.

Thunderbird Four was literally bouncing on the spot by the time the Mole resurfaced dangling from Three’s grapple. Virgil had piloted the pod simply because it was his speciality. Scott had accompanied him because he was worried, but he let him drive.

Such was not the case with the Dragonfly. Virgil was clearly demoted via a pair of determined eyes and exiled to the backseat.

Fine.

It gave him a chance to examine the sensor readings of the rock they had burrowed through on the way down. It was a thoroughly fascinating combination of ice and minerals, silicon in particular.

Thunderbird Four lifted smoothly off the glistening moon surface and with a very unprofessional ‘Yahoo’ slid into the entrance of their new tunnel and disappeared.

Scott was only a second behind.

Four bounced like a rubber ball off the walls, darting around the corners so nimble, Scott had to ask their fish brother to damn well slow down.

Which was just as well, because before they knew it, both Four and the Dragonfly emerged into the cavern, Four in ponderous freefall until the hoverjets could catch on the floor.

“That was awesome! Can I keep the jets, Virg? Please?” An Olympic gold medal, a WASP career and vast experience as an IR operative, and Gordon was still a kid at the candy store begging for his favourite lolly.

“Not important right now, Thunderbird Four.” Commander Tracy’s tone was sharp.

“Just asking!” But below them the bright yellow submarine had obviously latched onto the comms beacon and was moving towards the tunnel leading to the Crystal Cave.

Scott followed as closely as practical and it wasn’t long before both Four and the Dragonfly were sitting on the beach staring at the lake.

Scott and Virgil climbed out of the pod, its lights streaking twin beams across the water and lighting up the crystal walls and glass lake. Gordon hovered at the edge.

“You okay, Thunderbird Four?” Virgil was frowning.

“Pretty fine and dandy, if I may say so myself. Gonna go hover myself out into the depths I think.” His tone while flippant, was distracted. “Scans are reading a hell of a lot of that quartz and I’d rather not test Four’s hull unless I absolutely have to.” There was a grunt. “As it is, that water isn’t just water. I’m going to be cleaning my girl for week after this. It’s mineral soup.”

“Is it a concern? Did you want to abort?” Scott was predictably concerned.

“No, no. She can handle it. I may just need to rope a bro or two into maintenance.” There was a snort that no doubt would be accompanying a grin.

Virg was tired and there were people needing rescue. “Move your ass, Gordon.”

That earned him another worried set of blue eyes. But Virgil was over it and just needed to get this job done.

“FAB, Thunderbird Two.” Four started moving forward, her jets rippling the glass of the water.

Gordon hovered a fair distance out into the middle of the lake before gradually shutting down the hoverjets, letting the sub dip below the surface.

A single breath and she was gone, only circles on circles of steadily spreading ripples remained.

It was damned eerie.

Scott looked like he wanted to climb into the water after their brother.

“Wow, guys, it is amazing down here.” Typical Gordon.

Virgil would have loved to rub his temples.

“Sending visuals to Five. Johnny, you receiving?”

“Affirmative, Thunderbird Four, though I am encountering some interference. Eos, can you clear that up?”

“Guys, I’m getting some temperature variances down here.”

Scott shifted where he stood, his space suit flexing over taught muscles. “Clarify, Thunderbird Four.”

“It’s getting hotter. Not by much, but a definite increase in temperature as I go deeper.” A thoughtful mutter. “This is deeper than it appears, Scott. Readings are fluctuating. What was a hundred metres is now closer to six hundred. Damn, there’s another temperature spike!”

“Thunderbird Four, interference is increasing.” John’s voice crackled as if for emphasis. “We can’t clear it.”

Scott flicked on his wrist display, the two lifesigns pulsing under the icon of Thunderbird Four. “Do you see anything, Gordon? Any sign of what we are facing?”

Gordon muttered something that was drenched in static. “Crystal…temp..ture…rising…” The signal ended in a hiss of static that hurt Virgil’s ears.

Scott’s voice was decision sharp. “Thunderbird Four, abort mission. Return to shore.”

“Sc-“ But the signal cut out completely.

Shit!

The rock under Virgil’s feet trembled. What the-?

Ripples vibrated across the lake.

“Gordon, do you read?!”

“Thunderbird One!” John’s voice had an edge of alarm. “Registering seismic movement in your vicinity!”

“Gordon!”

“Guys! Get out of there! Now!”

“Gordon!”

Virgil grabbed Scott as a shadow grew out of the darkness and into the twin beams of light.

Oh, hell!

“Scott! Move!”

The lake had swelled into a wave, a crest rushing at the shore they were standing on.

Virgil grabbed his brother, turned and ran for the pod.

His fingertips brushed cahelium as the wave hit. Virgil was lifted off his feet, Scott was torn from his grip and he was tumbling.

A sharp pain.

And…

Nothing.

-o-o-o-

Next

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Jeff Tracy #Alan Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #callisto

[p-artsypants]

I’ll Handle This (10)

In Which Marinette Says the Thing

I was the most excited about this chapter and had most of it written already. :)

Also, I bumped up the rating a bit because there’s extremely mild nudity in this chapter. 

(Ao3 | FF.net)

—

She looked fierce. Nails done, a cute, white skirt (that she hadn’t spilled her breakfast on!) and a red and white polka dot blouse. She was cute, she was hot, and she was ready to nab her man! 

Said man walked into class wearing...

Oh boy. 

A leather jacket, with no shirt underneath, a kilt, and knee high combat boots. There was not a single person that didn’t stare at him. 

“Sup nerds?” 

Nino entered with him, slightly chuckling, like he had heard a very funny inside joke. 

Marinette gawked at him. “Adrien...” 

“Aww! Pooh Bear! Look at how cute you are!” 

Marinette’s initial horror in his appearance turned into excitement. He called her cute! 

“Adrien, do we have to have this dress code talk again?” Miss Bustier sighed. 

It turned out he did have a shirt on under the jacket. A black button-up. He untucked the flaps, and buttoned them, unevenly, to cover his sweet sweet bod. “Better?” 

Miss Bustier shook her head, but urged him to sit down. 

“Soooo,” Alya asked, with a wiggling eyebrow. “Are you wearing that kilt...properly?” 

He grabbed the hem, squeezing his knees together to shuffle shyly. “You wanna see?” 

Marinette burst into color. “Adrien!” 

He laughed, “oh, I’m just kidding. I’m wearing boxers under this.” 

“Alright everyone, get in your seats, it’s time to start!” 

—

Marinette tried to do her very best to stay calm. But the very idea that a confession to Adrien would be happening today kept her distracted. 

She stared at him, watching as he scrawled notes...in Chinese? He really was an overachiever! 

The day passed in a crawl, Marinette fretting every minute. 

Then the lunch bell rang, and students began to pack up for break. 

“Adrien?” She blurted, her hands shaking. 

He turned and looked at her, grinning, and lowering his sunglasses to flash her half-lidded eyes. “You rang?” 

“Um...can we talk together? Er, go somewhere together to talk? I have something I want to tell you.” 

His grin turned into a full tooth smile. “Of course! Where to?” 

“Um...mom’s got stuff for sandwiches, if you want to come over.” 

“Sounds wonderful!” He packed up his bag, and then held out his hand for her. 

He wanted to hold her hand! Ah! 

Nervously smiling, she put her hand in his, and let him lead her from the room. 

At the risk of having a horribly awkward lunch, she took the lead, and led him upstairs to the slowly emptying third floor. 

“What’s up here?” 

“I...can’t wait anymore. If this makes things weird, you could probably catch up with Nino or the guys...” 

He very gently touched her cheek. “I told you I wanted to have lunch with you, and I will. So say whatever you have to say.” He took his sunglasses off and put them on his head. 

Marinette took a huge breath. “Now, I just need to know...who is the real you? Are you...is this who you are, and you were suppressing the rebellious, chaotic side? Or are you putting on a show?” 

He blinked at her, eyes wide. “Whatever do you mean?” 

“I mean...I support whoever you are. I want you to feel free to be you, and celebrate what makes you special, but...” she tucked some hair behind her ear, a nervous motion. “I just miss the boy I fell in love with.” 

“Marinette...” 

“I love you no matter what, though! I promise! I just...your kindness, your shy sweetness and honesty really captivated me. That day when you gave me your umbrella, and you went out of your way to apologize for the misunderstanding. You didn’t have to. I was the one that jumped to conclusions, but you wanted to make friends and get on the right foot with me. Your laughter, your smile...I was a goner.” She hugged the strap of her purse. “So this new version of you has been jarring, but...if I’ve been reading your signs right...?” 

He pulled her into a hug. “Oh Marinette. Sweet, kind, thoughtful Marinette. You’ve figured me out. This is all an act. Except my attitude towards you. I feel the same.” 

“You...love me?” 

“Yes. More than I can express.” 

She raised her head, tilting her chin and slowly closing her eyes. 

The gag kiss during truth or dare was one thing, but Adrien would kill Plagg if he kissed Marinette in earnest like this. 

Instead, he pressed a finger to her lips and smiled at her confused look. “Not yet. The timing isn’t right. If I could give you the world, I would. In fact, anything else, I’ll give it to you. You have my heart, and that will be yours as long as you want it. But I don’t think you want a relationship right now.” 

“I’m confused...” Marinette said, her lips trembling. 

“I want to protect you from my father and Lila. If I make you my girlfriend, they will try to hurt you to get to me. I’d hate to ask you to wait for me, since you’ve finally gotten the courage up to confess...but would you wait?” 

Marinette reached up to hold his face, letting her thumb pass reverently over his cheek. How had she gotten so lucky to fall for a man so thoughtful? So loving? 

“Adrien, I’d wait a hundred years to be with you. It’ll be our secret for now.” 

He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted more from the conversation-“ 

“Just knowing my feelings are returned are enough. Thank you.” 

He took her hand again. “You still want to feed me sandwiches? Do I still deserve it?” 

“Of course you do...My Prince.” 

Plagg almost retched, but he schooled his face into an adoring grin before he faced her again. “That’s adorable!” 

“You like it?” 

“I love it!” It was just cheesy enough for Adrien. 

“Then that’ll be your nickname...in secret. No one else will know.” 

“I think you’ll come to find that our little secret will be so much more fun between us.” 

—

After lunch, Plagg and Marinette returned to school. They stopped holding hands as they approached the building, but they stood close and bumped each other coyly. 

The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Alya or Lila. But Alya was the only one to confront them. 

“You two seem close,” she asked, twinkle in her eye. 

“Oh, we just had a very funny lunch together.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yep. Some great inside jokes. You had to be there.” Plagg sent a wink at Marinette and she seemed to swoon on the spot. 

Plagg let her go back to her seat, ignoring the whispering from the girls behind him. 

They thought he couldn’t hear them. He could. 

Nino bumped his elbow. “Everything cool dude?” 

“Absolutely. I’ll tell you later.” 

—

Later came after school, of course. The second Plagg and Nino were away from school property, Plagg blurted out, “I’m a genius. I got Marinette to confess her undying love for Adrien. Boo-yah!” 

“What?!” Nino shrieked. “Dude! She’s been trying to get that out for months! How on earth—no, wait. I know the answer.” 

“Confidence.” 

“And obvious flirting.” Nino scoffed. “Adrien always threw out the line, ‘you’re such a good friend’ in front of her. It was like wearing a big sign that said, ‘I will reject you!’” 

“I’m right here, you know,” Adrien said, poking his head out of Plagg’s jacket. “And to my defense, I was trying to be faithful to—“

Plagg covered his mouth before he could accidentally reveal Marinette as Ladybug. “No excuses, lover boy!” 

Thankfully, Adrien seemed to realize the mistake he almost made and nodded. “Fine, fine. I appreciate that you didn’t kiss her...again. So now what? Have we fulfilled that part of the contract yet?” 

“Not quite.” He held up the ring. A paw print with three pads faintly shone on the surface. “Once a condition is met, you’ll hear the ring give its telltale beep and a pad will disappear. Once the paw print completely vanishes...well, you’ll be back in your own body anyway.” 

“So...what do I need to do? She already confessed to me.” 

This was a conversation better had without Nino involved. Of course he was a bro, and would be helpful for things. But Ladybug’s identity should still remain a secret. 

“Nino...” Plagg began, with a drawl. “How much do you know about the birds and the bees?” 

Nino sputtered. “HA! BYE!” And he made an about face and hurried towards home. 

“Wait Nino!” Called Adrien. 

“We’ll meet up with you later!” Plagg sang after. 

Adrien looked to his body. “Please tell me you don’t have to...get up to some nasty stuff with my lady. Sure, it’s my body, but you’re like a bazillion years old and I was rather hoping to wait until marriage—“ 

“Calm down, Romeo. No, there’s not any hanky panky involved. I just needed to get Nino to leave without saying, ‘hey leave’. If he’s going to be suspicious, I need him on a whole other wavelength.” 

“Okay, so if there’s no horizontal tango happening, then what are we doing?” 

Plagg slipped the ring off his finger. “You need to spend time with her. Tell her or don’t. Just spend time with her outside of school and akumas and get to know her better. For an alibi, tell her that you haven’t been feeling well and you need to be in proximity of the Miracle Box. Then have her send her earrings to me so things stay even.” 

“Will she go for that?” 

“Probably. You know her better than I do.” 

“What about the ring? Don’t you need to wear it because we’re switched?”

“Nah. It should be alright for a little while. It should stay with my body though.” 

“Okay...I guess...I’ll go see Marinette.” 

“Have fun!” Plagg wiggled his fingers in a farewell and started walking to where Nino had disappeared. 

Nervous as all get out, Adrien fled to the bakery, trying to figure out what he was going to tell Marinette. 

When was it appropriate to come clean? How long should he wait? Should he blab at all? 

Soon, he was hovering above her trap door, and peering inside. Marinette sat at her desk, music playing as she worked on homework. Her head bobbed to some tunes. 

“Okay, she thinks you’re Plagg. So she’ll welcome you in and listen to what you tell her. And if she finds out you’re Adrien, then she loves Adrien and everything will be fine. Right? Right!” He psyched himself up. 

Using his poorly practiced phasing powers, he entered her room and came to float by her desk. “Hiya pigtails!” He chirped, in the typical Plagg style. 

She jerked, before turning to him. Her eyes landed on the ring and widened with surprise. “Why do you have that?! Is Chat okay?! What’s wrong?!” She stood, and nearly knocked over her chair. 

Even Tikki looked surprised. 

“Everything is fine!” He rushed to rectify. Then he remembered Plagg’s crafted lie. “Mostly. I haven’t been feeling very good, so I think I need to be closer to the Miracle Box for a little bit. I brought the ring for you, if you would send Tikki to Chat for a little while. That way he’s covered in case there’s an Akuma attack.” 

Luckily, she bought his dirty fib and started to remove her earrings. “Oh, well if you aren’t feeling well, that means Chat won’t be in top form. We can’t have that! Of course we can trade!” She took the earrings off and handed them to Tikki, before putting on the ring. 

Adrien felt a tingle down his spine as the black metal turned rose gold on her dainty finger. 

“Is he at home?” Asked Tikki. 

“No, come with me, I’ll tell you.” And he escorted her up to the balcony. 

“Did Plagg put you up to this?” She asked, once outside. “This seems like one of his hair brained schemes.” 

“I mean...he came up with the excuse...but I thought Marinette’s confession today would fulfill one of the conditions of the contract, but it didn’t. Plagg said I should just spend time with her.” 

Thankfully, Tikki was the nice one. She patted his paws. “I’m sure you miss her too. I won’t say anything. But I will be having a word with Plagg about this whole thing. He should know that body swaps don’t always work!” 

“Don’t tell me that! I’m struggling as it is!” 

“Sorry!” She giggled. “Why don’t you go on in. Be prepared though. She’s been all sighs since ‘Adrien’ returned her feelings today.” 

If he could blush, he would have. “Oh boy...” 

“Where am I going?”

“Oh, Plagg is staying with Nino now. He left home. And uhhh...Nino knows. About me, not Marinette.” 

She scoffed. “That rascal.” 

“Thanks for understanding, Tikki.” 

“I’m understanding with you, because you’re the victim of a manipulative, chaotic creature of destruction and havoc.” 

“He can be a bit of a turd.” 

“What am I doing? You could be spending time with the love of your life! Now, go on!” Tikki pushed him towards the door before flitting off to Nino’s. 

Suddenly faced with seeing Marinette again, and continuing to lie to her face, he sheepishly returned to her room. 

She had ducked out for the moment, and he found himself alone. 

Alone, but surrounded by dozens of pictures of himself. 

Knowing about her crush put these photos in a different context, for sure. 

“Just a fan” she said. She was a big fat liar too! 

“Adorable, isn’t he?” Her voice grabbed him while he was off guard. 

“Uhhh...I guess? For a human?” 

She giggled, and set down the plate of cheese danishes onto her desk. “That’s Adrien. He’s kind of my boyfriend. It’s not official yet, but he loves me.” She smiled widely. “He told me just today.” 

“‘Kind of’ your boyfriend? You’re okay with that?” 

“He can’t date right now because of his father. But he asked me to wait for him. I’d wait a thousand years for him.” 

His heart hammered in his chest. “What about three years? What if he can’t date until he’s 18?” 

“That’s fine.” She said nonchalantly. “We can still hang out. We can focus on school and drama doesn’t have to come between us...” 

“And if someone else available comes along?”

Marinette couldn’t know the real reason he was asking that question. She just fondly patted his head. “Sorry Plagg. I know you care a lot about Chat, but Adrien...Adrien means the world to me. I love Chat too, but in a different way. And he’s not available, not to me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Chat will always just be my partner. Can only be my partner. We couldn’t date if I wanted too. It would be too difficult.” She sat back at her desk and sighed. “It would hurt too much.” 

Adrien was struck speechless. How was he even supposed to respond to that? Was that an admission that she actually did have some feelings for Chat Noir? 

It didn’t matter. Not now. “I didn’t mean to put you on the offensive. I was just...curious, is all. I’m happy you’ve found someone who loves you.” 

She smiled at him then, scooping him out of the air and scratching his cheek with her finger. “Thanks Plagg. I hope I didn’t come off as snooty. I know you care about Chat. But he can fight his own battles.” 

Her words made him feel like garbage. She had no idea, of course. Because up until the body swap, Adrien’s battles were not being fought. They were purposefully not being fought, because he was too chicken shit to upset anyone. 

“Yeah...he’s brave alright...” he muttered. 

Marinette settled down at her desk and continued on her homework. 

What was a boy to do? He sat on the desk, and helped himself to the cheese danishes. 

They were almost worth the trip over here by themselves. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Marinette asked, eyebrow quirked. 

At that, Adrien realized with thinly veiled horror that he had been moaning. 

Eek. 

“These are the most delicious things I’ve ever had!” Or maybe it was because Plagg had only fed him Camembert until now. Sure, Plagg’s taste buds were attuned to the foul stuff, but after a while, the same foods over and over get old. 

Marinette just smiled at him fondly and continued with her work. 

Would it be odd to look at her? Would she notice? He certainly found it hard to look away. He couldn’t stare at her during school. Not as Plagg, and not as Adrien from now on. 

She tapped her pencil against her perfectly kissable lips, scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes as she studied the page. It was adorable, but more so, it was the same face she made as Ladybug, when she was trying to solve her Lucky Charm. 

Was it hindsight? Or if he saw Marinette making that face, would he have realized it? 

Would he have cared enough to look at her?

Of course he would! He argued with himself. Marinette was always special, and her being Ladybug only elevated her in his mind. It was a match that made sense. Of course she was Ladybug. No one else could be so…wonderful. 

But faced with her, and not knowing what to say or how to begin to explain the truth, he had to ask himself the tell tale question:

Did he like Marinette now because she was Ladybug? Or did he always like her, and was only in denial?

He begged it was the second. It had to be. 

Her qualities were the same. There was nothing about Marinette that made him recoil or actively deny her identity. 

Scratch that, Marinette was ridiculously clumsy. 

But besides that, they were the same. 

“Thinking about something tough over there?” Marinette asked. 

“Huh? Oh. Uh...yeah. You know how it is.” Like that made any sense. 

“Right. Like I could understand the problems of a Kwami.” She teased. “If you need to talk, I’m all ears.” 

Soon. Soon he’d explain everything. But right now, he was just too nervous and scared of her wrath. “Thanks Marinette. I appreciate it. But I don’t want to distract you from your homework.” 

She shrugged a little, not wanting to pry, before going back to work. 

Adrien and Marinette shared the cheese danishes, and occasionally talked as she worked. When she got severely stuck, he would throw her a few hints. 

Then she stretched, finished. “Oh thank goodness! I’m so tired, and I could use a lazy evening.” 

“Marinette! Dinner time!” 

“Well, after dinner, I’d like a lazy evening.” She scratched Adrien’s head. “Let’s just hope there’s no Akuma attack.” 

“Fingers crossed!” 

“You’ll be fine up here alone?” 

“Of course. Have fun with your parents.” 

“Oh,” she wilted. “Should I tell them about Adrien?” 

“Why not?” 

“I’m just scared that my nosy parents will ask a hundred questions. And we’re not even official.” 

“Maybe by mentioning it now, when it becomes official, it won’t be much of a shock.”

“And maybe we can avoid another disaster like when my dad got akumatized. You’re right.” She couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, I’ll tell you how it goes!” And she went downstairs. 

Adrien sat on her desk, scanning the walls and taking in all of his pictures. She really loved him, didn’t she? 

And how long had that gone on, and he never noticed? 

Was it okay to snoop? Of course morally and ethically, no, it wasn’t. But he was technically her sort of boyfriend. It couldn’t hurt. 

Right?

So he snooped. Just a precursory glance through her belongings. It was all very innocent. 

Until he found the pink half-circle book. Her diary. 

Maybe it was the influence of Plagg’s magic in him. Or this whole experience was turning him into a rascal. 

But he opened the book and started to read. 

The entries were pretty innocent too. Day to day things, balancing life as a superhero and a student. She mentioned him a few times. Using phrases like, ‘golden hair’, ‘handsome face’, ‘emerald eyes’, and ‘abundant kindness’. She wrote about the times they interacted. From him catching her when she tripped, to the glances they shared. Just the smallest interactions between them, she cherished. 

It almost made his heart hurt with how moved he was. 

And then there was an entry whose content made him feel a different sort of pain. She recounted a day he had not experienced. Her encounter with his akuma, Chat Blanc. 

He read the pages, soaking up every heart breaking moment. All the cruel things he had said to her that he would have never known. Why hadn’t she said anything? Was it too painful? Or did…

Did she think he didn’t need to know?

The diary slammed shut as he was finishing the entry, and a very angry and embarrassed Marinette stood over him, glaring. “Little snoop.” 

“Yeah yeah, cats and curiosity and all that. So sue me.” 

She took the book away and put it in a box with a lid. “Remind me never to leave you alone in my room ever again.” 

“Aw, you’re no fun.” 

She walked away, heading to her dresser. “Are you like this with Chat, too?”

“Oh, I’m much worse. You have no idea.” 

She laughed at him, and took her pajamas out of her drawers. 

Then without warning, she took off her pants. 

And Adrien’s mouth went dry. He watched as she slipped on her pajama pants, and then took off her shirt, and even her bra, before putting on a loose t-shirt. 

He was not going to get that image out of his head for a long, long time. 

She turned to him and started talking like nothing had happened. “So what do you want to do? I’m all done with homework, and so as long as there’s no Akuma attack, I can do whatever I want. What do you and Chat usually do?” 

Adrien didn’t know how to tell her he didn’t really have free time. Plagg just looked up cheese blogs on his phone, or watched a movie while Adrien worked on homework. 

“You pick. I’ll just watch if you want to play video games or design.” 

“I’m actually kind of tired. I might just watch videos in bed.” 

“Sounds fun! Can I join?”

“Sure! Whatever you want, Plagg.” Marinette climbed her ladder up to her loft and settled against her pillows. She pulled a fuzzy blanket around her legs and sighed in content. “Just what the doctor ordered!”

Adrien hesitated a moment, trying to decide where to sit. Her shoulder? Her stomach?

But Marinette took the choice away and patted her chest, just above her heart.

Eagerly, he settled, curling his tail around his body, and absorbing her body heat. She scratched between his ears and made him purr almost instantly. 

This was heaven. When he got his body back, he’d lay his head here. Hopefully, she’d scratch his scalp just the same. 

The videos played on her phone, just memes. Every time she chuckled, her chest would rumble with the noise, and fill him with joy. 

He could hear her heart beating. The heart she had opened for him just today. A heart that he lived in. 

And then her phone started flashing with a red light. And akuma alert!

“Uh oh!” Marinette clicked on the alert, checking out the details. “It’s a sentimonster! Come on Plagg, we can’t leave Misterbug out to dry!”

As she scaled the ladder to her balcony, he panicked. How was this going to work? Was she going to notice once they transformed? Would he be able to hear her thoughts like he could when Plagg transformed?

Would he look through her eyes?

She raised the hand with the ring on it. “Alright! Plagg, Claws out!” 

Nothing happened. 

“Um...Plagg, Claws out?” 

“Oh.” Adrien gasped, “oh no.” 

“Oh no what? Are you broken? Do I need to fix you?” 

“No! I mean—sort of, but you already did your part! I’m just...” 

“Plagg, what’s going on?” 

He sighed, screwing up his lips and unintentionally showing his fangs. “Um...I’m not...I’m not actually Plagg.” 

She stared at him, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing. “Then...who are you?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad?” 

“No guarantees!” 

“Well, okay.” He gulped. “I’m...Adrien?” 

She blinked. “Adrien? Like...no. No no no not like Adrien Agreste, my new supposed boyfriend?!” 

“That’s me! Hi P-Pooh Bear?” 

“What?!” She shrieked. “How?! When?! What—“ she snatched him out of the air with firm hands. “HAVE YOU BEEN ADRIEN THIS WHOLE TIME?” 

“I mean, I’ve been Adrien my whole life,” he awkwardly chuckled. 

“No, no don’t joke with me right now.” She sniffed. “How long have you been like this?” 

“Um...about two weeks now. Since that day he came to school in a crop top.” 

Marinette shut her eyes tight, a few tears slipping past her cheeks. “That long...” 

“Marinette?” 

“So it was all a lie? Plagg’s just—messing with us? With me? You don’t really—“ she squeezed her eyes shut and started crying in earnest. 

“No! No Marinette! Of course I love you! I’ve always loved you, you know that! The second I learned you were Ladybug, everything made sense! I was so happy and I told Plagg he had to win you over. Please Marinette, this was never supposed to be malicious.” He nuzzled against her fingers, offering up a purr. “I promise.” 

With her free hand, she wiped her face. “Alright, well suppose I believe you. What happened? Why are you like this?” 

“I made a deal with the devil. Plagg, specifically. He said he was tired of me complaining all the time. So he said he could solve all my problems if I just agreed to it. Then I woke up in his body.” 

“What problems?” 

“Well...my unrequited love for you, for one.” 

She blushed. 

“My relationship with my father for two, and the third is Lila’s harassment.” 

“Oh, I get it now.” Marinette sighed. “That’s why he was doing all those things...” 

“You mean dressing like a moron and messing with Lila?”

“Yes. And flirting with me.” 

“To be honest,” he scratched the back of his head. “I would have flirted with you earlier if I had known you were Ladybug. I liked you before, I was just trying to pretend I didn’t, because I wanted to be loyal to...well, you.” 

She held him softly in her hands. “We’ve made a mess of things, haven’t we?” 

“It was for our own good. Secret identities and all that.” 

“You almost sound like you just repeat that to yourself, but you don’t believe it.” 

“I had to repeat it to myself,” he urged. “Every day. Because I so desperately wanted to be with you, to spend time with you out of the suit. I was so lonely and I thought, if there was one person I could trust with my identity, it had to be you. But I wanted to honor your wishes. I just hoped to wear you down, eventually.”

She passed her thumb over his cheek and whiskers. “I had been thinking about it, ever since I became the guardian. I wanted to keep you safe, but if something happened to Plagg and you couldn’t transform, no one would know. I’m not upset with you, Kitty. Though I wish this reveal had happened a little more...mutually.” Suddenly, her eyes widened. “What are we doing?! We have a sentimonster!” 

“Aw let him fight on his own! He deserves some sort of punishment for this and I have yet to come up with a good one.” 

She chuckled. “Alright, fine. We’ll give him a few minutes and see how things are going.” 

“You’re taking this better than I expected.” 

“I’m in shock.” She chuckled, a little hysterical. “It took me so much courage to confess…and it wasn’t even to your face. That would happen to me.”

He floated out of her hand and nuzzled her face. “All that matters is that I know. We can’t be together quite yet, but the second I get my body back, I plan to make you mine.” 

“Really?”

“Absolutely, Bugbear.” 

She kissed between his ears. “Okay, My Prince. I look forward to it.” 

The ring on her finger beeped, and a paw pad faded out. 

“What was that?”

Adrien sighed with relief. “The condition has been met.”

“Condition?”

Just then, a swath of Ladybugs rushed over the city, righting whatever the Sentimonster had ruined. 

“Well, looks like he didn’t need our help after all.”

Marinette laughed slightly. “They have been doing this a long time. It probably only took them this long to get it because of travel time.” 

Adrien nodded. “So, just to clarify, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Of course not! It sounds like Plagg tricked you. Though I am mad at you for reading my diary…and watching me change!” 

“In my defense, I was not warned you were going to change.” 

“Still you could have turned around!” She blushed. 

“Sorry, Bugaboo, I guess I was just a little star struck.” 

She bopped him on the nose. “Now don’t try to flatter me to get out of being caught.” 

A yoyo wrapped around the chimney above their heads, and Misterbug made his appearance. His very jarring, ancient appearance. He wore black leggings with a red loincloth around his waist. His shirt was cropped and had billowing sleeves. The mask was just a cloth that tied around his lower face. 

“Well well well, I figured if you weren’t on the battle field, you were busy having a lover’s quarrel.” He smirked, the smile only creasing his eyes. 

Marinette looked to Plagg. “Dearest Sunshine, do you mind terribly if I abuse your body?”

“Be my guest.”

Marinette wound up a punch and socked Plagg right in the shoulder. 

“Ow! Hey, that actually hurt.” 

“I hope you, you monster! How could you hurt my poor, sweet, innocent Adrien!?” She cuddled him close to her cheek.

Plagg scoffed. “Puh-lease. There is nothing innocent about that boy. Spots off.” 

The pink light faded, and Adrien’s body remained. It was almost hard to look at him, even though she knew it wasn’t really Adrien. 

“Oh, now she gets all shy~!” Plagg taunted. “I should have retransformed when I landed. Maybe she wouldn’t have punched me!”

“You deserved it.” Tikki said, flatly. 

“Yeah, whatever. So? How’d it go?” 

Marinette held out the ring. “It beeped?”

“Excellent!” He took it off her finger. “Two to go!” He slipped the ring on and took off the earrings. “Now I just have to focus on Gabriel and Lila. I think Gabe’s getting ready to crack. Lila though, I might have to push a little harder.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Marinette added. “It makes me feel better that I might not have to put up with her for much longer. So I can take a little damage.” 

Adrien frowned. “Can’t I stay with Marinette a while longer?”

Plagg huffed. “I mean you could…but then you couldn’t see the absolute chaos that I planned.”

Adrien winced. “Ugh, fine. I’ll go with you.” He turned to Marinette, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “Bye Bugaboo. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay Kitty. I love you!” 

Adrien’s heart nearly burst with love. “I love you too!” 

“Gross.” Plagg gagged. “Alright, time to go! Adrien, Claws Out!” 

—

Chat Plagg Noir returned to the Lahiffe residence, and swung in through Nino’s window. 

Nino for his part, was nearly dancing in panic. 

“You good, my man?”

Nino shook his head frantically. “There’s a policeman here for you! I tried to stall as long as I could, and said you were asleep and a heavy sleeper! But I think he’s about to burst down my door!”

“A policeman? What for?”

“I don’t know! He just said he had to talk to you!” 

“Claws in.” Plagg walked over to the door, and exited, pensively watching the uniformed man in the living room. 

“Did you have a nice nap?” The man asked, arms crossed. 

“I did, until I was shaken awake. Is there a problem officer?”

“Adrien Agreste, you are under arrest.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfiction #I'll handle this #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #adrien and plagg #body swap #identity reveal

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Vampire!Ash AU (NOT SEXUAL)

I found a few different fan arts of vampire Ash recently, and I decided to write some. Yes, I fell into the “uncontrollable thirst” trap, but I’m a sucker for angst where the perpetrator can’t be blamed. Also there are like a bazillion different ways to tag this ship, so I just wrote   A L L   O F   T H E M.

Sal POV:

As Sal ate, his eyes wandered over to Ash, and he frowned, setting down his food and lowering his mask. She was shifting in her seat, licking her lips, and her emerald eyes were darting all over the street. While he watched, the whites of her eyes flickered briefly to a soul-piercing coal black, and back again. His movement drew her gaze for a split second, and she tensed as her eyes fell on his wrist, pausing momentarily before she shook herself.

“Hey, Ash?”

She finally met his eyes, still turning her head towards the slightest sounds around them.

“Yeah?”

“Is… something wrong?”

Ash tried for her signature smirk, but her fang caught the top of her lip in a way that reminded Sal of Larry’s nervous habit. 

“No, no, I’m alright.”

He raised an eyebrow behind his mask.

“Don’t lie to me, Ash. I may not have super senses or anything, but I can tell when something’s bothering my best friends. So get talking.”

“I -” she began, then sighed deeply, dropping her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were black once more, the green smouldering like an ethereal flame. “Sal, can you possibly do me a huge favour?”

His eyes narrowed in concern, and he swung round to face her, straddling the bench.

“Of course, you can ask me anything.”

Ash glanced round the room. Her unsettledness was beginning to unnerve him; it wasn’t like her at all.

“Okay, so usually I don’t drink from people. You know that. But it is better than most other blood - more fulfilling.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going…”

She laughed, but there was something off about it. Sal couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but his hand crept to the cross Ash had insisted all of them carry in case of an “accident”.

“Sorry, Sally. But anyway, I didn’t have time to drink bottled animal blood this morning, and I… wait, I never told you what happens if I don’t drink enough, did I?”

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“No, you definitely don’t. Point is, I don’t drink, your friend Ash disappears, and something much more aggressive comes out instead.”

His fingers curled around the cross behind his back, slowly drawing it from his pocket. Ash’s eyes fell on his hand knowingly, and she smiled sadly.

“Don’t worry, it’s not desperate yet. I’m still me - for now.” He slipped the cross back in his pocket with an exaggerated sigh of relief, but he kept on alert, his hand still on it, just in case. “Now, I could, theoretically, go hunt some animals in bat form, but that will drain me quicker, and considering we’re in a relatively clean and busy town, if I can’t find anything…”

Sal laid his other hand consolingly on her shoulder, and almost immediately regretted his decision as Ash’s eyes fell hungrily on his wrist again. He settled for leaning forward and speaking softly, gently removing his hand.

“What can I do to help?”

“Well, as I see it, I have two options.” Ash’s eyes bored into him, not having changed back. “I can go bat-form and pray to… I don’t know, Satan or something, that I can find something in time, or…” She looked at him meaningfully, and he understood exactly what she meant.

“Or you can drink from me.”

“I swear I won’t take enough to kill you, or turn you, or even knock you out, and I will only do it if you let me. I’d never hurt you if you didn't tell me it was okay.”

Sal considered, weighing up how much she needed it with how much he trusted her.

“Alright.”

Her unnatural eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re clearly struggling to not… go psycho, or whatever it is that happens. I’m here, and you won’t actually damage me at all, so why not? Heck, I’ve probably gone through more painful operations.”

She threw her arms around him tightly.

“Holy crap, Sally Face, you’re the best!”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he returned the hug, letting his already unbuckled mask fall into his lap. She pulled back for a second, looking pleased at the visibility of his face, and running a hand through her hair.

“There’s one more thing I can do to make it easier for you.”

“Which is?”

Her eyes shifted sideways, and she smirked bashfully.

“One of my weird-ass powers is… sort of like hypnotism. I can’t control you or anything, but I can put you in a trance. If I do that, you won’t feel a thing while I drink. Otherwise, it’s gonna hurt. But again, I won’t do it unless you let me.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Thanks, I guess.”

“No, thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She stopped, tilting her head to examine him. “Seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m not sure what you think it’s gonna be like, but Hollywood lied to you. This would normally hurt like hell, and it’s blood, so it’s sticky, and messy, and gross, and… yeah. Just generally not fun.”

“I know.” Sal leaned forward again, knowing exactly how dangerous it was, but this time not caring. “I trust you. I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”

“I won’t. I mean, I will, I’m literally about to, but I won’t do any major damage, and I’ll do my best to minimize the pain. Ready?”

He tugged down the front of his jumper quickly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, and shifting to face Ash.

“Yeah. See you in a minute?”

“Maybe a few.”

Ash POV:

“Maybe a few.”

She closed her eyes, focusing hard on the tiny pinprick of power inside her. It wasn’t much, vampires were an extremely diluted type of magic, but it was enough for this. She let her eyes slide open again, throbbing with her will, and met Sal’s eyes. She could feel him instinctively resisting the pull, trying to keep his head clear.

“Don’t fight it, Sally, you agreed to this. Remember?”

He smiled. Honestly surprising he could hold out this long.

“Is this the part where you tell me to stare into your eyes and just relax?”

She snorted.

“Pretty much. Kinda shocked you’re still lucid enough to make that joke.”

“Yeah, it’s not going to last. You do know how to wake me up, right?”

She just smirked, leaving herself the last laugh as Sal’s joking eyes widened in nervousness for a split second before they glazed over, and his expression became completely neutral. The smile faded off her face, and she looked over her statue-still friend remorsefully. She stuck a hand in front of his face and waved, but there was no acknowledgement. He was utterly bewitched.

“Sorry, Sal.”

She made to grab his wrist, then stopped. She looked up at his blank, scarred face, then gently rose up on one knee, kissing his forehead tenderly.

“You really are incredible”, she told him, but she knew he didn’t hear.

Sal POV:

“Sally?”

A voice cut through the haze surrounding him, and for a split second of clarity, he realized his mind had been completely shut down, not registering anything at all.

“Sal.”

Such a beautiful voice. Silvery, flowing, and gorgeous, like ribbon.

“Come on, Sally Face, you’re stronger than this.”

Familiar? 

“Goddamn it, Sal, snap out of it.”

The voice was almost pitying, but there was a soft edge to it, and it sounded like it was holding back laughter. 

No, not it. Her. 

Green eyes settled into focus in front of his own listless pair. The rest of her face spiralled into his vision as well, and the pieces of her slowly connected, becoming more and more familiar. Like an old friend.

Ash.

  All at once, everything sharpened, and Sal’s hand flew up to his head, an abrupt awareness of his rebooting mind. As he did, he registered a dull pain somewhere on his body, where she must have bitten him, but he wasn’t quite conscious enough to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. The memory of what he’d just thought about her voice sprung up on him, and, realizing the mask was no longer in place to hide his blush, he decided to dismiss it as a result of the enchantment.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. You in there?” asked Ash teasingly, but there was something heavier behind her words, something a little too sober to be good. 

“I… I think so. Your weird power thingy really did a number on me, but I’m just a little groggy.” He let his hand fall back in his lap, bumping against his discarded mask as he did, and gave her a tired smile. Now he was actually himself again, he noticed a roll of gauze and a clinical looking spray on the table next to them, and he glanced up at Ash. Her eyes were back to their normal human-passing appearance, and there was a subtle smudge of red at the corner of her mouth.

“I figured it was best to keep you under while I cleaned up the bite. Antiseptic spray is a little bitch.”

He smiled at that, but it dropped off his face at the thought of what she’d had to do. Absently, he put a hand up to his neck, feeling for the bite mark, and frowned.

“Where’s the -”

“The whole thing about vampires and necks is mostly a myth,” Ash replied, the weight behind her words still prominent. “Check your other pulse points.”

A vague dread began to settle over him, and hesitantly he looked down at his hands. Gauze was poking out from his sleeve, and upon seeing it, he instantly knew exactly what was wrong. He pulled his jumper back to reveal two twin holes bound under the fabric bandages, where she’d drank, then pulled the thick cotton back further. The neat gashes lined up across his arm were bound as well. A quick tap on his other arm told him the marks there were treated too. Shame washed over him, and trying to meet Ash’s eyes was like fighting a brick wall with his non-existent powers of telekinesis. Her hand slid under his chin, cold from the wind like one of the undead bloodsuckers he’d seen in movies, and brought his face up level to hers.

“Sally…”

“What can I say to pass this off as not a big deal?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Ash curled back her lips, revealing her gleaming fangs, and her brow furrowed, her eyes earnest in their utter horror, before she dropped her head, letting out a long, slow breath.

“Listen, Sal, I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. I don’t know what could have driven someone like you to pick up a blade and… I just don’t. But I also know I can’t stop you. It’s an addictive habit, I know, and you’ll find a way to do it if you’ve made up your mind that’s what you’re gonna do.” He finally turned towards her, needing to see her expression clearly. It was pointless, though, as she’d looked away, hiding her face. “Knowing how deep your self-hatred goes, I don’t think I can convince you to stop. And vampire hypno powers only go so far. But please, I am begging you, stay relatively safe while you do it. I can’t lose you.” She met his gaze, desperation lining her body as she leaned towards him, cupping his face. “At least get yourself some fucking bandages.”

“I’m sorry.” The hoarseness of Sal’s voice caught him by just as much surprise as the hot tears that spilled over his lids out of nowhere. Ash’s face softened, and she leaned still further forward, her hands bunching up the back of the jumper as she pulled him in for a hug. He squeezed his eyes shut, the tears forcing themselves out, and tucked his head against her shoulder. 

“You should be apologizing to yourself, but I’m not delusional enough to think that’s gonna happen.” She stroked his hair understandingly, the feeling registering through the despairing numbness. “I know I literally just had you under a spell, which I did to give me an opportunity to take some of your blood, but… I genuinely don’t want you getting hurt.” Her grip tightened, and she rested her chin on his head. “I love you, Sally Face. You know that. And if you won’t take self-preservation as a reason to stop, maybe you’ll take the three of us needing you as one. We need you, Sal.”

“Thank you…” he mumbled, clutching at his mask. Ash seemed to understand; she gently pulled back, watching him buckle on the mask sadly. He paused, feeling her gaze still on him, and looked up. “I mean it, Ash. I love you too, and that… really helped.”

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[selfships-in-spanish]

Idk random thought but I think it would be cute/hot if canon!verse connor and ona where at home watching a movie and it ended up with them getting handsy with one another. Like, they're snuggled up under blankets and roaming hands lead to some fun times (like some finger fucking/handjob etc.).

Anon I am DEEPLY SORRY for how long it took, but between the creative rut I was in, the months I worked and such... I just had no time and words didn’t want to come to me. 

But I really hope you’re still around and that you enjoy this 6683 word smutty one-shot!

A bazillion thanks to @tinmiss1939 for helping me out with English and ideas when my brain decided to not cooperate <3

Warnings: smut! They get touchy 👀

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Saturday nights ended up being movie nights with Ona’s cozy blanket that her grandmother knit her as a Christmas present. She didn’t want her favourite grandchild being cold in the States, knowing Ona was used to her precious Mediterranean weather. Connor ended up snogging most of the blanket, even if it was big enough for two adults and had wool to spare. 

Ona made sure Connor was familiarised with the classics, checking out the long list of movies she wanted Connor to see, and Ona would also make popcorn and prepare thririum-sodas for Connor so he could enjoy The Experience. Connor was grateful for her efforts and felt her enthusiasm transmit to him too. He kind of regretted watching Terminator 2 because she kept asking him to repeat some lines, but he secretly looked for leather jackets. T-800 was… cool. 

Ona finished the popcorn, setting the bowl on the table next to their soda glasses. She was currently staring at the screen, quite invested in how Yoda trained Luke Skywalker on Dagobah. Connor ventured a look at her, eyes zeroing on her lips absently wrapping around her popcorn-salty fingers. He wondered how her tongue would feel on his own fingers, the texture, the heat. A notification appeared on his HUD, warning him about a slight rise in his core temperature. Connor ignored it. 

Connor decided a distraction from those thoughts would be good, and he went to reach for his own thirium-soda, keeping his eyes on the TV screen. Ona reached to the paper napkins she put there previously, wiping the remaining of the salt and saliva out of her fingers. Once done, she threw the crumpled paper napkin inside the popcorn bowl and rearranged herself on the sofa to find a comfortable position, which ended being by her leaning slightly into Connor. The poor android suppressed embarrassing noises at the fact that Ona was slightly touching his arm with hers. He couldn’t wait to actually feel her in his arms, some day. 

They kept their positions for a while, Connor not daring to move a single centimetre in case Ona realised her proximity and put some distance between them. But rA9, how he wanted to move to—

Ona leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. 

Connor wanted to scream. 

His olfactory sensors could pick up traces from her fruity shampoo and the pressure and heat sensors from his shoulder could feel the warmth from her cheeks and the comfortable weight of her head. Some stray curls tickled his neck. 

Connor wanted to scream. A lot. 

He stayed perfectly still, his breathing program stuttering slightly. Did she know what this meant? To him? Did she know how he longed to feel her against him and to be able to freely touch her? Touch her soft, snow white curls? Connor ignored the movie completely (not that Ona will ever know, he could download it and watch it anytime, as well as film analysis and data in case she wanted to discuss the plot and story points), focusing his attention on this tiny human that managed to make her way into his pump, unknowing of the depth she managed. 

He wanted to lean his head against hers too, he wanted to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her closer to him, he wanted to feel her entire weight on him, he wanted—

Ona nuzzled her head against Connor’s shoulder, shifting to make herself more comfortable. Connor was this close to make shutdown noises. 

Connor tried to analyse this situation: Ona was not uncomfortable with his presence, she was in fact seeking contact, and she was quite prone to seek human touch. She was a hugger, she liked holding his hand whenever she dragged him somewhere or would poke Hank’s chest when she teased him, sometimes even managing to convince Hank into letting her tie his hair in a ponytail. So, it wasn’t new she liked to touch her friends and people she was comfortable with, but the fact that she was touching him… he would never get used to it, or at least anytime soon. 

“Am I too heavy?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts, slightly lifting her head to turn around just enough to face Connor. RA9, she was beautiful. 

“You are not, detective. My pressure plates and carbon fibre chassis can endure heavy weights and— what?” Ona was smiling at him, fondly, and with an amused spark in her eyes. Connor could get lost in her olive-green gaze. 

“You said detective,” Ona began, a teasing edge in her voice. “We are not in the precinct. Do I have to pull a Hank on you?” Hank was very loud about how he didn’t want to be called Lieutenant every single time his friend, because he wasn’t ready for son yet, talked to him. And Ona wasn’t shy to make herself heard either. 

“That will not be necessary, Miss Boix.” Ona raised a brow. “Ona.”

“That’s better. I like the way you say my name.” Ona got on her previous position, leaning her head on his shoulder again. Connor was too stunned to reply, having her words in a loop. What the hell does he reply to that?

Connor kept staring at the screen without really seeing anything. Half of his HUD was occupied with error notifications and temperature increases, as well as his pump regulator accelerating. The other half was occupied with romantic manoeuvres and tips he could execute to take a further step in their relationship. He decided to try one of the most used and well reviewed tactics: the arm stretching behind the couch. 

On the count of three, because he needed a mental kick from himself to move, Connor slowly nudged his shoulder, making Ona hum. She lifted her head, and Connor almost regretted moving because it meant she was no longer touching him, wasn’t letting her soft cheek press against his perfectly ironed shirt and— but it was for a good reason, he told himself. Connor lifted his arm, trying to ignore Ona’s questioning look, and made as if he stretched it as humans do after having a limb locked on a particular position for too long. 

“You should have told me you were uncomfortable, bobo.” Ona mumbled, shifting into a new position. 

“No!” Ona looked back at him, startled at his outburst. Connor mentally kicked himself. “No, uh. I’m okay. I, uh…” Ona frowned, Connor didn’t stutter. The android decided to finish executing his move. Carefully, he let his arm fall and curl on Ona’s shoulder, making her head rest on it. “I thought you would be more comfortable like this.”

He made it. Connor made it. He executed it perfectly, as expected from an android. 

Ona smiled, an “awww” escaping her lips, being touched by Connor’s concern. She snuggled further, pulling the blanket up and making a cocoon with both of them inside. One of her hands rested on his chest. 

Connor was a wreck. 

For Connor, Ona felt as if she fit right there, in his arms, as if he had been perfectly designed to fit her body. It was a silly thought, but it made Connor giddy. Ona was warm, she was a comfortable weight against his own body, and he quite liked the feeling of it. He could get used to it.

Both human and android resumed watching the sci-fi classic, Connor still processing what just happened. Deviancy was new, deviancy was scary, but with Ona, Hank and the Jericho crew next to him, it was a less frightening journey. Deep in his thoughts, Connor didn’t notice a slight tugging at his tie. Looking down, he saw Ona’s hand tugging at it with a displeased frown.

“Aren’t you suffocating with this?” Connor looked at the perfectly made windsor knot, apparently offending Ona’s standards of ‘comfy movie night’.

“I can’t suffocate–”

“Shush, you know what I mean!” Ona teased him, flicking the silky end. “It looks a little bit constricting for a pajama-ish movie night, don’t you think?” Connor considered her reasoning and she surely had more experience in such matters than him, anyways. Maybe he should listen for once. “C’mon, loosen up a bit! You can relax here.” Connor was the opposite of relaxed, having her so close and being so carefree with her touch. But, maybe he should really give it a shot.

“Well, I suppose I could... try.” 

Ona grinned, not caring to hide how pleased she was that Connor both listened to her and tried to loosen up as she suggested. The twinkle in her eyes spurred Connor into action. He sat up, efficiently undoing the knot. The android folded the tie and left it on top of the table, Ona snorting at the mannerisms he couldn’t shake off. Feeling daring, Connor unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He looked back at her in time to see her roll her eyes and slightly shake her head.

“No no no! That’s not loosening up! We are not in the Victorian period and you are not a victorian lady showing an ankle, bobo!” Ona sat up and inched closer to Connor, not giving him time to react when she grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned a few more buttons, pleased at the hint of a collarbone. Connor’s pump rhythm skyrocketed. “There, much better!”

Connor could count every tiny freckle on her skin, being as close as she was, and he could also see the hint of gold in her beautiful olive green eyes. He wanted to say thank you, but got lost in her gaze. 

Ona patted his chest, smiling once more before shifting into her previous position, but this time much closer with her head propped up fully on his shoulder and her hand resting on his clothed chest. Her weight was comfortable, he liked it, and unconsciously he let his arm fall once again and curl around her, pulling her slightly closer. Ona sighed contentedly, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.

They settled for a comfortable silence, enjoying the movie. Connor liked when Ona giggled at some parts of it, made tiny commentaries and got excited when her favourite scenes came on. He also liked how her curls tickled his now more exposed skin, whenever she laughed or shifted, and the warm weight of her hand on his chest. Connor had to force his artificial breathing program to not stutter or become erratic; she could not suspect of her effect on him in case she moved away at the knowledge of it. Connor thought it was selfish of him, and felt guilty of it, but he really wanted to be a bit selfish sometimes, as both Ona and Hank suggested more than once.

His pressure sensors detected a soft caress on his clothed chest. Connor ventured a look and found Ona still looking attentively at the screen, as if her thumb wasn’t mindlessly brushing Connor’s chest. Connor concentrated on the feel of it, letting himself bask in the glory of her touch. He knew what this kind of gesture meant, Connor did an extensive research on affectionate touches and their meanings, so he really allowed himself to chase that fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, Ona wanted more.

Ona shifted again, getting more comfortable on Connor’s shoulder, and her hand didn’t move from its spot or cease its movement. In fact, it slipped slightly forward, inching near the open shirt. Connor was very aware of the spare centimetres between his naked synthskin and Ona’s hand. She kept caressing his chest with her thumb and Connor didn’t dare to move. Until his sensors picked up the movement and slight pressure of her hand moving forward. 

Connor was never prepared for the feel of her fingers on his chest, warm human skin against his synthskin. He wouldn’t know how to describe it, how wonderful and exhilarating it was, how eager it made him for more. Ona kept brushing her fingers against his chest, appearing completely oblivious of it. His hand unconsciously twitched on her shoulder, as if looking for an outlet to release everything he was bottling up in a false sense of calmness. Connor didn’t know how to proceed; all this was new, the whole world was brand new after deviating and Ona made him feel things he didn’t know the name yet.

But he liked those things. 

Ona was a comfortable weight, and he absolutely loved the tingling feeling her fingers left when they lifted off his skin. It sent the android equivalent of “shivers” down his spine, to every connector, every nook of his body. He wanted more.

A snort escaped Ona’s lips. Connor registered that a funny line happened in the movie, but he completely ignored it in favor of saving in a special folder, that he will never say it is labeled as Ona or that he has it, every stroke of her hand, every curl tickling his skin and adding more input to his already overloaded connectors and sensors.

Ona’s hand ventured its way up, leaving tiny sparks of electrical fire on her trail. Her fingers brushed Connor’s collarbone, softly, as if Ona didn’t want to spook Connor with her boldness. Connor had to bite back a noise he didn’t know he was capable of doing, the sensation of her touch melting him right where he was. But it felt good, so good, to be touched like this. Connor unconsciously bit his lip.

Connor didn’t see the glint in Ona’s eyes. In another situation, like catching a perp, Connor would know that glint meant Ona was determined and even dangerous; once she put her attention on something, she would chase it off like a lioness. Right now, Connor was her prey.

Ona shifted once again, her fingers leaving a trail up his neck. Her fingernails lightly scraped Connor’s synthskin, as if on accident, and he couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped his lips. He was too focused on the pleasant feeling of her touch to notice her leaning into him. Connor would never, ever, be ready for the exhilarating feel of her soft lips kissing his neck so tenderly. His hand squeezed Ona’s shoulder, wanting to melt right there as she kept peppering Connor’s synthskin with tiny butterfly kisses. He was so scared to move, to do something wrong and probably tear Ona from this haze. When her lips brushed his jawline Connor let out a breathy pant.

Connor’s HUD was suddenly invaded by warnings and alerts, programs initiating that he was not aware he had them installed. His temperature was rising and pop-ups kept coming. It was more than obvious that Ona had other plans in mind than watch a movie. Is this what humans really meant with the “Netflix and chill” saying, used a long time ago? But more importantly, Ona wanted to do… intimate things, with him? She didn’t mind he was not human? Given the enthusiasm, no, she didn’t mind at all.

Ona tugged slightly aside the collar of Connor’s shirt, giving her more room and more of Connor’s synthskin to kiss. She couldn’t resist temptation and lightly nibbled where his neck met his shoulder. 

“Ah!” Connor arched his back, closing his eyes at the onslaught of sensations running through his very wires. Ona unglued herself from his body, making Connor want to whine at the lack of her warmth and weight against his body. 

“Shit, sorry.” Ona’s voice seemed panicked for a moment. “Fuck. Joder. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” 

Connor opened his eyes and tried to focus on her lovely, very flushed face. Her pupils were blown out, almost eating her beautiful green irises, and her lips were redder than usual, something Connor would never get tired from looking at. 

“I went too far, didn’t I?” Ona covered her face in shame with her hands, groaning. 

He wanted to say so much, but even if he had 300 languages at his disposal, Connor was unable to find the words he needed to express himself with.

“I…” could he convey what he felt through his eyes? Would Ona catch the need in them?

“Do you... do you want to go or...?” Guess not. Ona sat back, twisting one of her curls on her finger, something Connor noticed she did when she was nervous. Connor closed his eyes, frustrated. 

This was the chance he wanted after all this time of pining after the tiny human detective that made his pump skip its perfect rhythm.

It was now or never. Connor turned to face her, nervous. He lifted his hands and felt his fingers twitch, as if they exactly knew the meaning behind his intentions. Connor made Ona turn her head to face him, holding her in place. For once, Connor stopped thinking and decided to let his heart act. 

Connor crashed his lips against hers. 

Ona let out a surprised noise, but was happy she didn’t scare Connor off, and let him do as he wanted. His lips were soft, and somehow Ona expected them to be a bit more stiff and cold, but they felt like they belonged there, with hers, warm and pliant. She let Connor take his time, have his sweet first kiss at his pace and liking, chaste and innocent, but even if she wanted to be there like this for the rest of her life, she needed to breathe. 

Breathing through her nose made Connor remember that humans needed oxygen, and that he was depriving his precious detective of it. Embarrassed, Connor parted from her lips with a million sorry’s ready to spill from his own, chastiting himself for not thinking about it. See? This is what happens when he doesn’t think, and now Ona–

Connor found his thoughts halted once again when Ona kissed him back, crawling on his lap to have a better angle. She let her weight rest on him, liking how well her body fit with his. Connor let his hands rest on her waist, not knowing where to put them exactly. Since his mind was occupied right now, he let them wander as they liked. Ona didn’t mind one bit. 

Wanting more, Ona lightly bit Connor’s bottom lip to make him gasp at the feeling and open his mouth. She took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, letting her tongue touch Connor’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush with her body. Ona was careful, slow, letting Connor get used to it, verging on sweet. Connor didn’t know if it was in some code ingrained deep in him, or the salty taste of her tongue due to the popcorn she ate before, but it felt divine. 

Thinking about the extensive research Connor did, preparing himself for the day this exact moment happened, he decided to put in motion one of the things he saw and read about. One of his hands went to cup the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her white curls. The other one wrapped itself around her, securing the manoeuvre. He read about the intimacy of kisses, of bodies touching, tongues dancing with each other and the sweet noises that fueled the passion. He also watched videos trying to educate himself on the matter and thinking about him and the detective in such situations, going as far as having reconstructions in his mind that rendered him a blushing mess and his LED a permanent red. He wanted it. He wanted it so much. Nothing he watched compared to the reality of this moment. 

Adding a little bit of pressure, Connor made Ona turn her head more to the side so he could properly deepen the kiss. Ona’s muffled moan made his core temperature rise, and he inhaled fresh air to try to cool his body. His other hand descended from her back, brushing the hem of her sweatpants, and let it rest on her buttock. Connor unconsciously squeezed it, making Ona arch into him and gasp in between sloppy kisses. Ona made a mess of Connor’s neatly styled hair, and honestly he couldn’t give a damn about it. 

Connor felt a change in Ona’s movements, and he frowned, not pleased at having to stop. 

“Wait— Conn— Hmpf!“ Ona abruptly tried to stop the kiss, untangling herself from him and trying to mumble words in between kisses. Connor chased her lips until he felt her fingers stop him. 

Connor felt like ice-cold water fell on him, freezing the poor android on the spot. Did he misread the situation? Did Ona not want this anymore? Did he go too far? Did he—?

“Wait. Connor,” Ona took a deep breath to gather her wits. This had been amazing and she needed more, but she needed to ask him something first. “Wait— no, don’t give me that look, let me explain. I… You did nothing wrong, if that’s what you are asking yourself, quite the contrary. I loved this, I longed for this, but I want to know if you want it too.”

“If I want it too? Kissing you back hasn’t proved it enough to—” Connor didn’t understand. He liked her, he kissed her, maybe he didn’t do it enough to prove his point?

“I don’t want to force anything on you, Connor! I want you to want this as much as I do, but I don’t want to force you or coerce you into wanting this. I don’t want to screw it up. I really, really like you. And I really want to know if you want this—“

Connor reached for her hands, squeezing them in his. 

“You really don’t know how many times I dreamed of this, of you. I always wondered how your lips would feel, or your touch.” Connor felt daring and bold. This was his chance. “I want you, Ona. I want this. And if we don’t go back to this wonderful human thing called kissing, I’ll—“

Ona let out a relieved laugh. Connor tugged her back to him, urged Ona to sit on his lap as she was doing before. Connor held her face in his hands, touching his forehead with hers. 

“This whole... deviant thing is new and scary. Feelings are scary, but… I want to explore them with you. Good and bad.” Connor’s voice was low and soft, as if he didn’t want to break their little bubble.

“Then… let’s take it slow.” 

Ona pressed her lips against Connor’s again, softly, letting the sweetness of the moment dictate the pace they wanted to follow. The movie kept playing in the background, completely forgotten.

Connor let his hands descend Ona’s body, as if he was mapping once again her figure, trying to save it in his memory forever. It always mesmerised Connor how soft and squishy humans could be, and he let himself squeeze his hands against her flesh once again, relishing the thrilling sensation of having his hands so full.

That elicited a low moan from Ona, who in return slowly rocked her hips against Connor’s. The android let out a groan himself, getting a hold of her hips and pushing her down against him again. It felt so good, the pressure sending sparks all over his body, and he couldn't wait to learn more about this wonderful human thing called makeouts. Connor wasn’t stupid, he did his research and he knew humans and sex had a tight relationship, although it wouldn’t be good to generalise since what made humans so unique and beautiful, was the diversity in their race. But still, he wanted to explore it with Ona if she wanted to, and right now he couldn’t be thanking RA9 more than he was right now for letting this happen.

Ona felt like taking things up a notch, and she loved the reaction she got out of Connor the first time –despite her momentum of panic–, so she broke the kiss to brush her lips against his jaw, nuzzling her nose against his neck. Ona felt Connor’s artificial breath stutter in its impeccable rhythm, and was delighted to see how Connor bared his neck to her. Ona wasted no time, peppering the exposed synthskin with slow and wet kisses, while she kept grinding her hips against him. Feeling his excitement only fueled her own more. 

Her hands busied themselves with the remaining buttons of Connor’s shirt, impatient to have his chest and torso fully exposed for her to see and touch. Having the always impeccably dressed android under her, all sense of decorum and propriety gone, gave Ona a rush nothing else could give her. Ona bit her lip once her work was done and could gaze at her prize. He was delightful, beautiful, truly a work of art. Connor’s flushed cheeks and red, shiny lips made her feel herself clench, desperate to have something fill her.

Connor’s irises were engulfed by his pupils, lust coating them, and Ona marveled at how expressive his eyes were. Connor had always been a quick learner, though, and he could see how much Ona needed to be touched right now. His hands reached the hem of her sweatpants again, and this time he didn’t pass the opportunity to get his hands inside them, feeling the soft fabric of her underwear slid under his fingertips. It was Ona’s turn to close her eyes and let out a shaky exhale, eager to see what Connor would do this time. A soft gasp escaped her lips when Connor got his hands inside her underwear too, feeling his fingers on her burning skin. He squeezed the flesh of her buttocks in his hands, feeling the fullness of it. Ona groaned, arching her back to give Connor more leverage. The android sat up while Ona was distracted, pulling her close to his body. Connor decided he wanted to do the same things Ona did to him, to make her feel as good as he did, and now that he had her neck in full display, he was going to take advantage of that.

Kissing her feverish skin was delicious, but Connor knew he was only adding more wood to the fire the moment he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, replicating her actions from before. The reaction was instantaneous: Ona’s moan echoed around her living room, her nails digging in Connor’s shoulders as she felt shivers run up and down her body. His tongue soothed the mark he left, kissing it as an apology, although the thought of her having a mark made by him excited Connor more than he expected. And by the looks of it, Ona didn’t mind much. Connor left a trail of kisses up her neck, reaching her jaw, and left another mark right under it.

“Ah!” Connor scored another win for himself, pleased at how the proud and self-assured detective was becoming putty in his hands. “You do not play fair, Connor. You already know one of my weak spots.” Her teasing tone made him smile, hiding it behind a kiss on her shoulder.

“I am the most advanced android detective, after all.” that made Ona laugh, leaning back to see the mirth in Connor’s eyes. His sense of humour improved greatly.

“Aren’t you a cocky android, hm?” Connor winked in response, which made Ona snort. She knew exactly how to wipe off that self-satisfied expression from Connor’s face. 

Connor knew that arched brow and mischievous smile meant trouble, but he was quite eager to find out what Ona was planning to do. She pushed him back on the sofa, his hands sliding out from under her clothes to end up getting a hold of her hips. Connor decided she looked absolutely stunning in her loose maroon t-shirt and slightly pushed down grey sweatpants. Her underwear was peeking out too, and the little visible piece of fabric made him swallow hard.

“Let’s see how cocky are you now, Mr.Detective.”

Ona’s hands descended from Connor’s shoulders to his chest, savoring the feeling of her fingertips grazing the perfectly designed muscles. Ona slowed down when she was close to his belt, teasing the belt loops, tugging them slightly. Connor’s breath hitched when her fingers skimmed over the belt buckle. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching as she undid the buckle and teased the button of his trousers. Connor let out a stuttered breath as Ona’s palm pressed against his zipper, pulled taut by his erection. 

Deciding she wanted to tease him a little bit more, Ona slipped her fingers inside Connor’s trousers, over his underwear, as he did to her before. Connor arched his back off the sofa, groaning at the feeling of Ona’s fingers grasping his clothed cock. Connor’s hands squeezed Ona’s hips, needing something to hold onto as he was blown away by the feeling of her fingers on him.

It felt amazing.

Ona took her hand out much to Connor’s dismay, a soft and breathy “no no no–” escaping his lips, followed by an “–oh” when he saw that Ona was undoing the button of his trousers and pulling the zipper down. 

“Up.” Connor got the message. He lifted his hips so Ona could push down his clothes just enough to free his aching erection from them.

Ona let out a soft moan at the sight of Connor’s cock in full display, rock hard against his belly. She felt herself clench, as if trying not to make more of a mess on her underwear as she was doing now. Ona wanted to do a lot of things right now. She wanted to push her own sweatpants and underwear down and ride him until he burned his vocal module from moaning, she wanted to get on her knees and pleasure him, feel his hands on her head as he guided her to how he liked it best, she wanted to–

They will have time to do all of that. For now, Ona wanted tonight to be for him, to discover what he liked, what it felt like. Ona looked up and was met with hungry and desperate eyes. Connor was on the verge of begging Ona to do anything, because judging by what he felt before, this was going to be even better.

Slowly, Ona trailed her finger from base to tip, pleased at the amount of wetness gathered at the head. Connor stuttered, not tearing his gaze from Ona’s own lustful ones until she did to look down again. He did the same, and the image he found would be forever stored in his memory bank, locked up in a special folder. She was smaller than him, he often marvelled at the difference between them and how her hands were shorter than his, for example, and in this exact moment he couldn’t be more delighted to see how said hand wrapped itself around his cock. He was not ready for when she moved. 

Connor cried out, throwing his head back on the sofa’s headrest. His sensors were going absolutely crazy. He felt as if fire was spreading all over his connections and he wanted more, so much more. Ona’s hand was covered in a sheer blue slick, the fluid helping her motions. The sound of it was downright sinful, and it only turned both human and android more.

Connor’s thirium pump was pounding in his chest, moaning and groaning, his interior fans fighting to keep the body temperature in check. It was getting harder as Ona started squeezing her hand when she reached the head of his cock, way more sensitive than the rest, and Connor’s hips involuntarily thrusted upwards when her other hand renewed her journey on his chest, making sure she traced his collarbone and neck.

One well placed tug made Connor keen, feeling light-headed, and unconsciously pulled Ona to his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Her hand was trapped between them, but she never ceased her movements. Ona’s curls brushed Connor’s cheek, some strands being plastered over her forehead, and Connor could feel her rapid breaths tickling his ear. 

Connor, in a moment of clarity and feeling a tad bold, had an idea. He still doesn’t know how he managed to tear one of his hands apart from Ona’s body, but he had to make Ona feel as good as him. He was no stranger to human anatomy, and even less human genitalia, so he knew what he had to do in Ona’s case. He sneaked a hand inside the front of her sweatpants and underwear, feeling her smooth skin until he found her mound. Connor didn’t stop there, he kept going until his fingers brushed her soaked wet clit. Her hitched breath was music for his audio modules.

“Connor–!” Ona jolted, arching her back and gasping, melting his name into a moan. 

Connor decided, right in that moment, that his name never sounded so divine before. The sensors on his fingers picked up the generous amounts of wetness gathered in them, and Connor had the urge to taste it. But that was something for later, now he had more important matters in his hands. 

Recalling all the information he previously searched, Connor let his fingers be completely soaked in Ona’s juices, knowing it would make the glide smoother. Her folds were soft to his touch, velvety, and Connor loved the feel of it. Her heavy breaths and moans on his ear spurred him to keep going, to trace every inch of her sex, to tease her entrance with his finger pads. Connor’s other hand released his hold on Ona’s hip, moving it up to brush her nape and bury itself on her hair. Ona reacted to his touch, raising her head from Connor’s shoulder to took at him. Her lips were shining bright, reddened from worrying them with her teeth, and Connor felt the urge to kiss them again. 

So he did, swallowing Ona’s moan as Connor got his middle and ring finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse around him, burning. Ona had to stop pumping her hand, needing a moment to gather her wits as Connor moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb finding Ona’s clit and rubbing it slowly, almost lazily, which drove Ona mad with pleasure. When Ona renewed her movements, gripping Connor’s cock harder, the android groaned and bit Ona’s bottom lip, getting his tongue inside as she did earlier. Connor felt a gush of slick tickle down his hand, and it only excited him more to know it was because of him.

Having his sensors overloaded continuously from the new and pleasurable sensations, Connor had a feeling this would crest soon. He was tempted to cut out the process of it so it would last longer, all night if possible, but he desperately needed to find his release. He felt like a spring fiercely recoiled, ready to snap at any given moment, and Ona’s tiny moans and gasps of his name as she rocked herself on his fingers only catapulted him into it. He had a feeling Ona was close too.

But oh, that felt so good. He doesn’t exactly know what Ona did, but it felt amazing, so Connor let himself be drowned in it, thrusting his hips up at the same time as Ona to pulled down her hand. He was close, so close, so–

“Ona, I’m– I think I’ll– Ah!”

Connor came all over Ona’s hand and his belly with a jerk of his hips, throwing his head back into the sofa as he let the shockwaves consume him whole. In the process, Connor unconsciously pulled on Ona’s hair, needing to grip onto something, and with a brush of his thumb on her clit Ona came right after him, blessing Connor with a mixture of spanish curse words and moans. Connor felt the tight grip on his fingers, her juices coating him even more, and the thought and feel alone made another glob of synthetic cum dribble over her.

Ona let her forehead rest on Connor’s one, panting and trying to regain her breath again. Connor mimicked her, trying to cool his body and helping his frenzied interior fans. When Ona opened her eyes, he found Connor gazing at her with such emotion behind his eyes that made Ona’s heart skip a beat. Connor’s hand was still on Ona’s back of the head, so in a moment where he just let himself follow his heart, Connor pulled Ona in for a sweet, slow kiss. When they parted, it was Ona’s time to gaze at Connor, wondering how beautiful he was right in that instant with his hair disheveled and a blush on his cheeks.

The ending fanfare of the movie credits made her trance break, noticing Connor’s sticky release in her hand beginning to cool. Ona released her hold on Connor’s cock, raising her hand to her face so she could inspect it closer. Connor sheepishly did the same, trying to ignore the squelching sound of his fingers getting out of her and how his own cock twitched in response. Connor knew he could stop the refractory period too, ready to go for another round until he ran out of thirium and had to enter into stasis, but he had a feeling Ona wouldn’t appreciate that. Instead, he inspected Ona’s own cum on his fingers, the fluid sticking to his fingers too. 

Connor swore he didn’t mean to, it was a completely unconscious decision, but he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her. A soft giggle made him look up, his cheeks burning out of shame.

“That is so… you.” Ona’s warm smile made Connor know she was not teasing him or angry. It was genuine. She made a conscious effort to inspect her own fingers, coated with the blueish fluid on them. Connor made a move to stop her, feeling suddenly embarrassed of it, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop her. Ona’s tongue peeked from her mouth, licking one finger. She hummed, followed by a snort when Connor’s voice module did an undignified noise at the sight of it. “I thought it would taste… plastic-ish. It’s actually not bad.”

“...Synthetic ejaculate can have different flavours, if desired.” Connor will never know what triggered that piece of information to appear on his HUD, and what made him say it, but Ona’s open-hearted laugh was worth it.

“Put a sweet, chocolate-ish flavour in, and you will have me all day on my knees and you know it.” Ona turned around just enough to grab tissues from the coffee table, wiping her hand clean, as if she had just commented on the weather. 

Connor was suddenly assaulted by reconstructions of what Ona just said, rendering him to a violently spinning red LED and his blush program glitching, making his cheeks reach a bluish glow. Ona hastily threw aside the used tissue, not caring where it went, when he noticed Connor’s state.

“Oh my God! Connor, are you okay?” Ona held Connor’s face in her hands, desperately searching for an answer in his eyes. Connor looked at her, his LED reverting back into yellow.

“There’s vanilla flavour, strawberry flavour, milk chocolate with caramel flavour–” Ona snorted, bumping her forehead with his.

“You oaf, I was worried!” Connor raised his brow as if questioning her. If he was being cocky again it meant he was okay and back to normal. Ona guilty looked to the side.“...milk chocolate with caramel.”

Connor smiled. Ona shook her head, smiling too, as she turned around again to pick up more tissues for Connor.

“Let’s clean you up.” Connor kept smiling, feeling dazed with happiness, as he let Ona do as she pleased. Once clean, Connor pushed and fastened his trousers and belt, as Ona mourningly buttoned his shirt.

Ona stood up once finished, her face twisting into a grimace as she felt the cold and sticky mess in her panties. She looked down, trying not to worsen it by moving too much.

“...And I need new underwear.”

Connor stood up with her, eagerness coating his movements and voice.

“Let me help you with that.”

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nerves (ajay bhandari x reader)

Hello! I’ve been wanting to do a drabble for *the cutest ship* lately. I reached the point where the MC and LI become official in book 2 again (🥺)…so I couldn’t not write another scenario. This is a little different than my other works, but I still hope you like it! :)

Pairing: Ajay Bhandari x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: Your nerves about wanting to make your relationship official with Ajay are absolutely maddening…but are they even necessary? 

(rewrite of Book 2 Ch. 15 diner scene!) (I also bet you know how this works already, but in case you don’t… Y/N = your first name. :)

Your foot tapped restlessly against the tile of the Golden Griddle floor, a stack of innocent-looking heart pancakes doused in a “healthy” amount of strawberry slices, strawberry syrup, and whip cream. It was almost like they had eyes and they stared straight into your soul. Or was it your overreacting nerves? You, in all honestly, couldn’t tell. You felt like you were being watched…by something.

When your twin encouraged you to make things official with Ajay, you never thought it’d be like this. Your head was filled with all the happy scenarios at first; he smiles at you with that adorable little smirk, he says yes, and then he kisses you breathless. It played on repeat in your head…all up until you got to the diner. That’s when the realistic thoughts came to your head and muted the happy ones.

What if he doesn’t want this? Am I being too straightforward? Are the pancakes too much? Oh my god, what if he hates strawberries? What if he hates the hearts? What if he has something going on? He’s going to hate something. Oh gosh, wait, do I have anything in my teeth?

The thoughts built and built as the clock ticked. You texted him about fifteen minutes ago - right before you ladled the pancake batter onto the griddle - and expected him to give a usual snarky response instead of him just leaving you on read a few minutes after. It was unlike him, so you hoped he had some form of reasoning.

You pushed your phone to the side and focused all your attention on inspecting yourself, starting at your tapping feet.

Shoes, check, you thought. Your eyes wandered up your legs, making sure nothing was loose, awkwardly tight, or out of the ordinary with your outfit that he’d notice. Okay-looking clothes, check.

The clock relentlessly kept ticking away. Fifteen minutes became twenty, twenty became thirty, then thirty almost became forty before there was a small chime that came from the direction of the entrance.

Your eyes snapped up and instantly softened at the sight of Ajay, his cheeks rosy and his glasses foggy. He was covered in snowflakes, his black hair seemingly full of dandruff (ewww, why was that your first thought?) and his black pea coat looking the same. He met your wandering eyes as he quickly shed his coat and hung it on the coat hanger next to the door. You quickly took a deep, reassuring breath as he hurried over. 

Now or never, you thought.

“Hey, Y/N,” Ajay breathed, sitting on the stool beside you. It squeaked and you jumped a bit. “Whoa, you okay?”

You rushed a nod before remembering the pancakes, your eyes flitting over to them. You slid the plate in front of him and watched the hint of a smirk tug at his lips.

“I made these for you! You…you do like strawberries, right?” You nervously asked, watching his eyes for any trace of distaste. Before you could whip the plate down the counter and start on another batch, he smiled gratefully.

“Love them,” He hummed, eyeing the pancakes thoughtfully, “these look delicious.”

You couldn’t hold back a smile (or a blush) when he looked over at you, his eyes adoring before they lost their sparkle in the next moment.

“I’m so sorry I was late. My car wasn’t starting, so I had to wait for my mom to get home and drive me.” Ajay sighed, his tone overflowing with disappointment. He averted his eyes from yours as an embarrassed flush of pink intensified the color of his chilled cheeks. You couldn’t help but silently let out a sigh of your own, but instead of it sounding upset, it was brimming with relief.

“No worries,” You smiled, poking his shoulder to make him smile again, “sorry that your pancakes are a little cold.”

He grinned at you. Full of happiness, full of life. It was beautiful, as it always had been. You never grew tired of his smile.

“You made them. I would enjoy them regardless,” Ajay quipped, bumping your upper arm with his elbow. You laughed as you watched him reach towards the fork, but then suddenly stop short. Nervous goosebumps shot through your entire body, hoping he didn’t change his mind about the strawberries or the pancakes or…or you.

“What’d you need to talk about? Your text sounded like an emergency.” Ajay asked, cocking his head to the side slightly in question. It was a normal thing he did, but right now…it just seemed more intense. More serious. More full of…something. Curiosity, maybe?

“Oh! Um, it…well…I, uh,” You stumbled, looking down at your hands, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a few weeks.”

Ajay visibly relaxed, sure, but he became more observant. You felt his eyes roam around you, scanning you for any bad sign or any wince.

“Oh, yeah?” He questioned, gesturing for you to continue. And so…you did.

“Yeah. So, well, I think we both know what’s been happening between us lately…” You felt your entire body heat to a temperature you never thought was humanly possible, “and I think it’s time we…kinda…fixed that. By…becoming official.”

Once you stopped blabbering, all you heard was silence. You were too damn nervous to look him in the eye, so you focused your gaze on the counter. That was before you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look at him. The air was swept right from your lungs when you saw the pure look of affection swirling in his light brown eyes.

“Hmm.” Ajay hummed, trying to sound stoic with a dorky smile on his face. He reached for your clasped hands in your lap and, despite how sweaty and gross they were, took them in his own. “You think so?”

The heat that was everywhere around your body started to become scorching at his question; no, wait, his snarky response. The one you were desperately missing earlier.

“Yep. You?” You chirped, the thought of him being on the same page as you easing your nerves…for good this time.

Ajay bit his bottom lip in a way that was so, so adorable that you couldn’t quell the sheepish giggle that escaped your throat.

“Yes,” Ajay breathed, smiling so brightly that you thought you could’ve gone blind. It was the happiest you’d ever seen him; his stern and apathetic director’s persona nowhere in sight. This was just raw and unfiltered Ajay; your Ajay.

“I’ve been waiting to ask you, but I was always so nervous that’d you say no. I thought I’d explode whenever I thought about it–” Ajay rambled mindlessly, his own nerves catching up with him. Before he could go any further or before you could chicken out, you screwed your eyes shut and eagerly pressed your lips to his, hoping your practice of kissing him over the past few months would come in handy. And, boy, did it. You knew you hit the nail on the head when you felt his soft lips against your own.

He let out a squeak of surprise before immediately melting into you, his hands loosening around yours to move up your forearms. You took the hint and moved your own to his lean shoulders, gently squeezing them before you laced your fingers into his velvet-like hair. His hands, you felt, ended up clasped at your waist. Before you could even comprehend it, he was pulling you closer; fast enough to make you stumble off your stool.

Air was scarce in your lungs when you finally pulled away, standing on your feet between his legs, your eyes still closed and forehead pressed against his.

“Whoa,” Ajay whispered, his voice as smooth as honey off his tongue, “that was…whoa.”

You hummed in agreement and finally opened your eyes to look at him. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so…relaxed. This could only make you smile widely.

“Yes, yes it was,” You sighed softly, your tone thick with admiration, “boyfriend.”

Ajay gasped again, though this time, it was louder. His hands tightened on your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.

“Wait, say it again, but slower.” Ajay mumbled, his lips now an inch from your own, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Boyyyfrie–.” You drawled quietly, though before you could finish, he was kissing you again. A little rougher this time, as if he didn’t get enough of you. Couldn’t get enough of you. Wouldn’t get enough of you.

His hands moved from your waist and up your cheeks, his thumbs brushing against the smooth skin of your cheeks in a way that made you swoon. It was something he’s done a bazillion-and-one times, but somehow, it felt like something new. Everything about this (and him) felt new.

Just after a few seconds of his lips crushing against your own, you were breathless. You pulled back to breathe and saw him smile, guessing your face reflected his when he had that soft look in his eye.

“Yep, this is definitely happening, mhmm,” Ajay laughed, the sound of his voice full of unbridled joy and wonder. “We’re really dating, Y/N. For real. Officially.”

You snickered, nodding your head playfully. “We really are!”

He basked in the sound of your laugh for a moment, gazing at you wondrously, before pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose and reluctantly pulling away.

“Help me with these pancakes?” Ajay asked tenderly, watching you sigh.

“I made those for you, silly. Not for me.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his when he frowned slightly. “Get used to it, though. I’m going to spoil you rotten, boyfriend.”

“Not if I do first, my dear,” Ajay mocked teasingly, eliciting a fond laugh out of you. 

You pulled back and gestured for him to eat his pancakes as you sat back on your stool, watching each delighted reaction he had. It was enough to make your heart melt into a puddle of goo, but that was unimportant. What was important, however, was how you got to share this moment with him as his significant other. Officially.

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