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jackkilmerlvr · 11 months

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request - georg and reader getting into a fight about girls flirting with him right before a show, georg says something that makes her insecure and he goes home to comfort her hours later.

a/n: guys someone requested this prompt, i accidentally posted it unfinished, and then accidentally privated it so it’s gone forever. please forgive me if i left out some details you wanted. 🥹

“[insert name], do you realize this wouldn’t even be a problem if you didn’t make it one? has that ran through your head yet?”

the sound of the two going back and forth for the past ten minutes could be heard over the roaring crowd to anyone backstage, since they weren’t really trying their hardest to keep quiet.

“are you fucking kidding me georg? this would’ve still been an unspoken problem if i didn’t bring it to your ass!” you shouted, raising your hands in his face momentarily. “besides if i didn’t get to it, you know interviewers would have loved to take that headline.” a sarcastic smile spreading across your face at the idea as you dramatically rolled your eyes.

standing in-front of the vanity, you pulled a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lighting it with a shaky hand from using energy to yell at your air headed boyfriend.

a rushed gust of smoke left your mouth before you pressed the cigarette in again to inhale a stronger hit. watching you shake your head and tap your foot in aggravation, georg decided to end the conversation before someone got hurt.

with a sarcastic smile shot back your way he finally remarked, “well i didn’t get with you so you could worry about headlines and shit [insert name]. but if you’re worried about that kinda thing i’ll probably be better off without you.”

this comment made your chest hurt more than the nicotine as you watched him pick up his guitar, throwing the band over his shoulder before reaching for his water. and almost like it was on cue, gustav popped his head inside the quiet room hesitantly to announce the start of their show before throwing a innocent smile your way.

once the door shut back georg was finished picking up his water, but while making his exit he made one last comment that broke you.

“besides, i’d take a nosy ass interviewer as a girlfriend then your annoying ass any day.”

and with that he was gone. leaving you alone with everything he said mixed with your depressing thoughts.

you thought about staying momentarily, because georg always liked to see you after his performances, but you decided against it before all your emotions spilled out in the back of this theater.

standing in your bathroom mirror you tugged at your hair, pulling with frustration while the tears falling onto your chest seemed to make it ache more.

you couldn’t sum up the amount of pain you felt, all the elaborate ideas of what georg could be doing with a girl in that moment washing through your head.

with a final look at your recked face, you stepped out of the bathroom to throw your self onto your bed, slipping off your jeans and leaving nothing but a oversized tokio hotel T-shirt on as you called it a night.

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the sound of keys rattling could be heard echoing into the bedroom, but it didn’t wake her, neither did the sound of georgs boots stepping against the dark oak floors.

stepping into their shared room, he grew confused at his sleeping girlfriend who would usually be up around the time as it was only about 11:30.

kicking his boots off anyway, he switched from the distressed pants to a pair of raggedy sweat pants and a throw away top to lay in with bed his girlfriend.

he threw his arm ontop of her waist, only for it to be retracted back to him quickly after. his eyebrows ruffled together, the sound of the sheets wrinkling told you he was scooting closer. “babe..?” he asked, unsure if were awake or asleep at this point.

“leave me alone georg.”

“what’s wrong honey?”

silence.

pressing his lips together impatiently, he took it upon himself to twist your body towards him to give himself a view of your sleeping’ face. he was met with your puffy tired eyes looking back at him though.

“hi pretty baby.” he whispered, moving loose hair away from your face before noticing the puffy under your eyes. immediately concern washed over his face, “baby why were you crying? what happened?”

before she could even speak, the tears spoke for her by running down her face. with a croaked voice she mumbled, “am i not enough for you georg?”

“what? of course you are, you are more then enough.” pulling your towards him to embrace you as your head lay on his firm chest. “you’re quite literally more than i deserve.”

a/n: ..so i found out i kinda suck writing long moments of fluff today. 🌝 hope you enjoyed anyway.

#୨⎯ jack's wife ⎯୧ #georg listing #georg listing imagines #georg listing x reader #georg listing angst #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 9 months

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Skeleton's kid is trying to sneak on his dad to scare him but they're really not good at it and he already spotted them five minutes ago. For the main 10.

Undertale Sans - He pretends he didn't saw them and dramatically flops on the floor when the kid finally "scared" him. He's ded. The kid got worried when Sans didn't wake up, only to fall in his trap as Sans suddenly revived to catch them as a vengeance. The kid is screaming in glee as he's tickling them to death.

Undertale Papyrus - He ducks and grabs the kid as he flies above his head in surprise, before reversing the situation and throw him in the couch. The kid giggles in surprise, even more when Papyrus starts to playfully attack him as a revenge.

Underswap Sans - Blue falls on his back as the kid tries to handcuffs him with a scarf, screaming he's under arrestation. Blue is fake crying in offense, begging the child to have mercy on him. Then suddenly, he frees himself and runs away at the nose of his kid, who screams in shock and starts to chase after him.

Underswap Papyrus - He playfully says that the kid got him but that they're going to regret it. And regretting they are when, just before going to sleep, Honey flops on them on the bed and refuses to move, letting them scream and struggle as he's not moving an inch. Honey can't stop giggling at their misery.

Underfell Sans - He catches the child midair with his magic and keeps them in place above his head, slightly out of reach. The kid is screaming and trying to get to him, moving their arms and legs all around in despair as Red is teasing them for their lack of sneaking skills.

Underfell Papyrus - That's it, you asked for it! He throws a bone at the kid and starts to fence with them in an epic sword fight. Unfortunately, the child is too powerful for him and Edge ends on the floor, vainquished, begging the child for mercy and offering sweets as a peace offfering in exchange of his life. The kid gladly accepts!

Horrortale Sans - He was about to catch them but got too slow. Both the skeleton and the kid are surprised when the child goes right through his head hole like a golf ball. Oak is wincing in pain, but that's not really the kid's fault. He just bends over and catch them as they fall from his head, quite confused about what just happened. Oak chuckles at their face and hugs them. He has a headache but that's fine.

Horrortale Papyrus - He "accidentally" drops the cookie he was holding in his hand for five minutes "for no reason at all" on the table and chuckles as the kid snatches it and runs away with it above his head, screaming in victory. Who could have known it would end like this? Clearly the child is too smart for him.

Swapfell Sans - Nox can't stop laughing when he sees his kid wearing his old captain's helmet, way too big for them, struggling to walk straight with how heavy the thing is and knocking into every piece of furniture in an attempt to sneak on him. The kid gets angry he's not respecting them and says he's going to fight them, then proceeds to throw tiny bones at him that don't even deal one damage. Nox is playing the game, and once the kid actually does 1 HP damage after 30 minutes of trying, he falls on the floor, defeated. Clearly, his kid is the true captain of the royal guard and can have his title.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus is lying on the floor, his kid hitting his skull with a pillow again and again while Rus is crying with exageration. "how dare? my own child, betraying me! the child i fed 20 times a day two years ago! you broke my heart, i will never get over this!" He then gags and dies on the floor. The kid doesn't buy his bullshit though and keeps hitting him, screaming it's for the dozens woopee cushions he put in their bed. Well, it's kinda fair, he might have deserve that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - The kid jumped on his back and is now munching his skull angrily. Wine doesn't stop reading, simply letting go a "HOW INTERISTING, MY CHILD IS A WARRIOR AFTER ALL". He then closes the book, suddenly stands up, making the child fall in the couch in a scream, before he smiles at them and says that if they want to fight, they should always do it facing the ennemy. The kid summons the tiniest blaster Wine ever saw to "pew pew" at him. Damn, his heart is full of rainbows now, he didn't expect this.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He genuinely didn't see the kid coming and lets go a holy shriek of surprise, throwing himself on the floor to escape whatever is attacking him. His kid is in the couch, laughing, very entertained. That's also his doom. The kid will take every opportunity he can to scare the shit out of him now. It's working every time. Coffee wants to cry.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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cherubkeery · 11 months

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Warning: head injury, blood, a panicked Steve

Editing me: shit forgot to mention this story was inspired by one written here. Where reader falls off of maxs skateboard. So yeah I wanted to write a hurt/comfort story

The first time Steve cried around you and the kids, was when you had accidentally cracked your skull. You’d been playing around with the kids, chasing after Lucas.Forgetting that your mom had just mopped the floor. When you slipped and hit your head, knocking the wind out of you. At first you were to disoriented to realize what had happened. Your eyes were scanning the room, reaching your arms around to grasp where you were. You could taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Steve! Something- something bad happened!” Lucas is yelling but you can’t move. Max is on the floor, trying to help you. —Everything begins to blur.

“Shit. Shit. He’s going to freak.” Was that Dustin?

“Hey, can you hear me? It’s me, Mike. Hey.” But it’s like their voices are swimming and becoming one single voice.

Someone hits the floor but you’re not sure who. Not until someone yanks you into their arms. You hiss out from the pain of being moved so abruptly. —They’re wailing, you’d never heard anyone wail in such a panicked way. Your heart lurches.

“Robin! Call 911! Robin! God, Robin!” It sounds like your boyfriend, Steve. But everything is beginning to turn black at the edges.

“S-Stevie.” Is all that comes out of mouth. You can barely see him but there’s tears in his eyes.

“I’m here, baby. Just hold on, okay. Please, please don’t die on me. Please. I need you.”

You try to nod your head, but it hurts too much to move.

After a while, the ambulance finally comes. You’re on a stretcher, your eyes staring at nothing.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:

It takes hours and Steve isn’t relenting. He’s pacing the waiting room, back and forth.

“Steve, we understand you’re nervous. But you’re making everyone around us nervous too. Please sit down and have some water.” Robin says, trying to persuade her best friend to sit down.

“You should- you should have seen her, Robin. She was-.” He can’t form anymore sentences because he’s crying. Crying in her arms. Robin holds him close, rubbing his back.

“I know. I know. She’s going to be o-okay, I promise.” Steve can tell she’s crying now too because he can feel her tears falling down near where his head was on her arm.

Your mom and dad are talking to a doctor. He’s explaining that so far you’d been responsive. That they just need to add stitches to the back of your head. You’d lost a lot of blood, though.

“Come here, Nino.” Your mom tells him, he’s instantly placed in her arms. She holds him so tight, he knows how scared she must be too. The kids had stayed behind, Steve knew being in a hospital was going to be too much for them. So he said he’ll update them as much as he could.

Night comes and it’s the first time Steve can’t sleep. Because usually you’re with him. Not tonight, tonight you’re in a hospital room.

“It’s going to be okay.” Robin says.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:

“Steve, wake up. We have news.” It’s your dad, Steve awakes with a strain in his neck. Blinking a few times, trying to remember where he is. Finally, everything comes back to him and he’s getting up so fast. Your dad moves backwards.

“Is she okay? Is she-.” He doesn’t want to say it but he waits. Waits for their response.

“She’s okay, she’s awake. Come on.”

The first thing he wants to do is get flowers for you. But he’s too eager to see you first. You’re staring at the ceiling when he walks in with your parents to see you. There’s a tray over your bed, with orange juice and breakfast. But you don’t seem interested in it.

Your mom instantly runs into your arms and then your dad. Finally, once they’ve spoken to you. They leave Steve with you. Robin had left hours ago to work.

“I was so scared, I was scared you were going to die on me.” He’s crying all over again and he’s holding your hand so tightly. You look at him with worry.

“I wasn’t going to leave you. J-just like that.” He kisses your hand over and over. Then his lips are on you, pecking. You pull away first to touch his face. To know he’s with you.

“I’m sorry I scared you back there.”

Steve let’s our a dry chuckle and he continues to kiss your hand.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

The door opens again and Robin is coming in with the kids. Dustin and Lucas instantly run on the other side of the bed to stand near you. Will and El stay back as Max and Mike approach your bed.

“You really hurt yourself back there. We were scared we lost you.” Dustin says.

“You doing okay?” Lucas asks.

“Does your head still hurt?” Max asks.

“Alright, alright, let the girl breath.” Steve says as you chuckle.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. And yeah, only a little. It could have been worse.” You say, everyone is asking you questions. Steve is still holding your hand and not letting you. You squeeze his hand to assure him, you’re okay now, everything was going to be okay.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

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talksliketherain · 1 year

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Rowan Laslow - Dreams

Backstory- Y/n and Rowan have been friends for years. Y/n can read minds and can be put in other people's dreams involuntarily if she does it in her sleep.

Not proof read! Please do not steal or copy my work! If you have any requests dm me!

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Y/n was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her mind finally calm and blank. She usually didn't read minds because it was invasive and cruel, but couldn't help it in her sleep.

She could see a different person's dream almost every single night. Thankfully sometimes it gave her a break, but when it didn't it gave her secondhand embarrassment.

She had once accidentally gone into Xavier's dream, where she saw him in his shed in the middle of a deep make-out session with a certain Addams girl....

Nobody knew this was a part of her powers, so when this happened she would silently observe their mood after the dream from the night before. It provided a lot of insight into what went on in their mind.

Tonight she was in her best friend, Rowan Laslow's dream. They had been friends since they were kids, and in the past couple of months, she developed feelings toward him.

She saw Rowan walking through a hallway with a girl following him. It looked like the one that led to his and Xavier's dorm. It was. She couldn't see the girl's face, just that Rowan looked flustered.

He was dreaming about a girl. Y/N's heart sank, realizing she was not the one on his mind.

He opened the door and pulled her in by her wrist. She watched as Rowan took the girl and pinned her wrists to the wall. The girl scoffed and turned to push him back up against the wall and pin his wrists above his head.

When she turned to switch places with him, y/n saw.. that it was her.

Y/n then watched herself lean in to kiss him and then get more heated.

Rowan got out of her grasp, knowing he was much stronger and used his telekinesis to guide her body into the air and lower her onto his bed. He then crawled on top of her and began to make out again.

Y/n couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why would he dream this? Was he okay with it? Did he want this?

Y/n saw herself switch positions with him so she was the one on top, sitting on his lap. She had his face cupped in her hands and his hands in her hair. She began leaving hickeys all over his neck and whispered in his ear "You're mine."

She watched as Rowan whimpered and moaned under her touch before answering back "I'm all yours."

Just as Rowan went to take her shirt off, she forced herself to wake up.

She awoke in a panic. Her dreams always felt so real. Everything came to life.

"How am I going to face him after that?" She thought.

Y/n felt like she invaded Rowan's privacy. Yes, she felt the same way, and no she couldn't help it. But it still felt wrong.

She began to wonder. Does he feel the same?

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For the next few days, y/n completely avoided Rowan. He was dumbfounded and wondered what he did wrong.

She usually sat next to Rowan in all of the classes they had together, but went out of her way to find another one so she didn't have to face him.

He ran up to her after their last class of the day.

"Hey, y/n wait up!"

She turned around and walked as quickly as she could in the opposite direction of him.

"Hey, I'm serious. Wait for me!"

She kept walking, not even glancing his way.

Rowan decided he had been ignored for long enough.

"Okay fine. You asked for it."

Y/n felt herself lifting off of the ground. And being led to a nearby classroom. The door opened and she floated in, Rowan following behind her.

He lowered her to the ground but pushed her back against the wall so she couldn't move.

"Rowan this isn't funny put me down! Now!"

"Tell me what's wrong. Why have you been avoiding me?"

She looked up to meet his hurt eyes, and then immediately looked away from them.

"Don't fall for it", She thought.

"I'm just busy Rowan it's nothing now let me go." She pleaded.

"I know when you're lying. Listen y/n I could be here all day, so if you want down, you've got some explaining to do."

She paused and looked up again. The nerdy boy she had always known disappeared. And in his place was a slightly more confident male who was upset she was avoiding him.

She let out a sigh. "What do you feel for me?"

"W-what?"

"I said. What do you feel for me, Rowan?"

His name slid off her tongue like butter. He wished he could hear it over and over again.

"I like you y/n. I have for a while now. What does this have to do with you ignoring me?"

"Rowan...I saw your dream the other night with me in it. Is that what you want? To be with me like that?"

Rowan had to think. He had a lot of dreams about her. He was too afraid to ask which one she meant. He had to count the days she had been ignoring him and thought about the dream from the night before.

Of course, it was the most promiscuous one.

"I want you y/n. I want all of you. Every single atom. I want to be the one you go to sleep and wake up next to. I want to be your person."

Y/n stared in silence trying to process what he said. He liked her back. A lot. The dream was what he wanted.

He took her silence as rejection and lowered her to the ground. He started to walk to the other side of the room.

"Just forget it. I understand."

Y/n stood in place in a trance until she realized he was walking out.

“Rowan. Wait."

He turned to her right behind him, her e/c eyes boring into his. She then grabbed him, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed her lips against his.

He put his hands on the small of her back, then let his hands wander. Every curve, every inch, everything. All of it was being caressed and touched by him. She pulled away, pulling his bottom lip out a little bit as she did.

"You look so cute when you pout." She teased.

"I wonder what it would take to look hot."

"I can think of a few things..."

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THANKS FOR READINGGGG!!!

#rowan laslow fluff #rowan laslow imagine #rowan laslow fanfic #rowan laslow x you #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #wedensday #wednesday characters x reader #Wednesday

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graceful-starker · 10 months

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Please Just This Once

Summary: Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: roofied

(Part 1/2)

Warnings: dubcon, roofies, manipulation, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 2959, Part two either tomorrow or Saturday!

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To be completely fair to Peter, he hadn’t really meant to roofie Tony. The cocktail was supposed to be a non-addictive anxiety medication. It was supposed to help with Tony’s panic attacks. It truly was born out of a place of good intentions.

However, if Peter were a good person, he would have taken Tony straight to medical or let the drugs wear off under his supervision.

But he’s not, and he didn’t do either of those things.

“I think…” Tony leans to his left and almost falls out of the chair, before over correcting so harshly he almost falls off the other side. “I think it works too well, kid. I can’t…can’t feel my face.” He clicks his tongue, gulping loudly. “Can I have some water?”

Peter winces a bit, grabbing a glass of water and helping Tony drink some. “Careful…”

Tony’s fingers are wrapped around the glass, but his hand doesn’t seem to want to work. Peter ends up having to continue holding the glass, allowing the older man to guide it. Tony pushes it away after a bit, and sighs loudly. “I need a nap.”

Peter laughs nervously, putting the glass down and putting the back of his hand to Tony’s forehead. “This is what you get for deciding to be my test subject without me knowing,” he says, half joking and half scolding. “You’re warm. I should really…” Tony leans into the touch, and his eyelashes flutter shut, and his mouth hangs half open as he gasps in a breath.

Peter’s entire brain stops. Tony leans into his touch, like he actually wants it. Like it feels nice. And he looks so handsome like this, with his cheeks flushed and his expression fixed like that. He looks…he looks sultry.

Peter’s own breath hitches, and he pulls his hand away slowly. It sends a shiver down his spine that Tony chases it, leaning forward until he starts to lose his balance, and his eyes flutter open instead. “Tony?” Peter whispers.

Tony hums, swaying just a bit. “I should lay down.”

Peter nods, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you upstairs, Mr. Stark,” Peter says. Tony takes the hand, and mostly falls out of his chair. Peter helps him get his balance, and Tony is able to put one foot in front of the other. It’s an ordeal getting Tony to the penthouse, and Peter almost gives up to just carry him instead, but they finally make it.

“Peter,” Tony says, and the gravely edge to his voice makes the younger man shiver with want.

“Almost there,” Peter says, leading Tony into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind them. “Here, sit on the edge of the bed.”

Tony doesn’t sit so much as fall, and he leans forward into Peter before jerking himself back. “Sorry,” he slurs, eyes half shut.

It’s almost cute, if Peter didn’t feel so guilty. He sighs again and looks over his mentor, and decides getting his shoes off will be enough for this particular nap. Waking up in jeans probably won’t be the most comfortable, but he’s sure that won’t be the most uncomfortable thing Tony will have to deal with when he wakes up.

Peter gets on his knees in front of Tony and looks up at the surprised gasp. Tony is staring at him, pupils dark and mouth hanging open. Peter swallows thickly, before tearing his eyes away and removing Tony’s shoes as quickly as he can.

If he were a good person, and he were to do the right thing, Peter would have stood up immediately after and helped Tony lay down to sleep it off. But that isn’t what Peter did.

Peter stares up at Tony, and slowly puts his hands on Tony’s knees. He keeps them there, testing for what reaction he gets.

Tony’s Adam's apple bobs, and he moves his eyes slowly between Peter’s hands and his lips. “Peter,” he starts, and seems to immediately forget what he was thinking.

Peter moves his hands up Tony’s thighs slowly, breathing heavily through his nose as he watches Tony. Tony wouldn’t want this in his right mind, Peter knows that. But he seems to want it now, so it’s okay, right?

“Kid,” Tony says, and his hands come up to stop Peter’s progress. “I need…I need to sleep this off.”

Peter bites his lip, moving his hands back down to Tony’s knees. Tony’s hands move back to support himself behind him on the bed, and Peter takes advantage. He moves his hands back up, on the inside of Tony’s thighs this time, and enjoys the way it makes Tony shiver. He looks up at Tony through his lashes, feeling his cheeks heat under the intense gaze. “Please, Tony?” he whispers, resting his chin on Tony’s knee. “Just the once? I know you don’t want me, but just this once? You can just close your eyes.”

Tony makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a protest, but Peter ignores it. Tony moves to stop Peter again, but he’s clumsy and weak.

Peter pushes past Tony’s hands, reaching up to unzip his pants. Tony makes another noise, but Peter ignores that one too; instead he just pulls Tony’s jeans and boxers down, allowing his slowly hardening cock to be exposed to the room. “Just once, I promise. I just need…just once.”

“Wait,” Tony whispers, one hand coming up to rub at his face, and the other going back to holding himself up.

Peter ignores him, reaching up and wrapping his hand around Tony’s base. It only takes a couple strokes to get Tony reacting, his cock filling up nicely and getting heavier. Peter scoots closer, breathing an awed puff out on Tony’s head, and watches as it twitches.

“Kid, wait, I don’t-” Tony cuts himself off, his hand sliding down his face and landing heavily on the bed beside him.

Peter licks at the head once, just to test, and groans at the taste. He gets up on his knees, pushing his chest into the side of the bed so he can take half of Tony into his mouth with one smooth glide down. He wraps his fist around what he can’t fit, squeezing and pumping in time with the bobs of his head.

Tony chokes, one hand coming up to rest in Peter’s curls. He doesn’t have the strength to push or pull, but Peter doesn’t mind either way. “Fuck, Peter.”

Peter moans at the way his name sounds on Tony’s tongue like that, all heavy and hot. He bobs his head up and down, licking over the head every time he comes up. He uses every trick he knows, pulls out every stop to make it good for Tony.

A small voice reminds Peter that he probably won’t remember any of this, with how drugged out he is. But Peter doesn’t care; this is his only chance to have Tony, and he wants Tony to enjoy it.

“Fuck, wait, Peter. Wait, stop. Stop, Peter,” Tony tugs weakly at Peter’s hair, and Peter pulls off with a pop. “Peter,” Tony says, eyes heavy and lidded.

“Please,” Peter asks, feeling tears start to build in his eyes. He wants this so badly, and he knows this is his only chance. Peter won’t ever get another chance like this again, he just knows it. Tony won’t ever again want him even half as much as he does right now.

Tony bites his lip, rubbing a thumb under Peter’s eye. “Don’t cry,” he says softly, sighing when a tear escapes Peter’s left eye. “Fuck, don’t cry.”

“Please, Tony,” Peter asks, moving his hand up and down Tony’s shaft. He blinks and more tears fall, and his heart flutters at the worried frown on Tony’s lips. “Please.”

Tony curses softly, moving his hand behind Peter’s ear and gently pulling him closer. “Okay,” Tony says, guiding Peter back to his cock. “Okay, just don’t cry.”

Peter eagerly takes Tony’s cock back into his mouth, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Tony’s expression. The guiding hand on the back of his head, while weak, just does something for Peter. He reaches down and grinds into the heel of his hand, using his other hand to stroke Tony’s cock where he can’t reach with his mouth.

God, he can’t decide if he wants Tony to come down his throat or if he wants to know what it feels like to have Tony inside him.

If Peter were a good person, he wouldn’t have ever done this in the first place. But if he were to do at least the semi-good thing in this situation, he would have finished Tony off quickly at that point and helped him get to bed and sleep it off. But Peter didn’t do that.

Peter pulls off again, taking a deep breath and licking at the underside. Tony curses softly, his hips twitching and making his cock rub against Peter’s cheek and bump his nose. He pulls away from Tony just a bit, standing up and getting eye level with the older man. “I’ve wanted you forever,” he says, watching Tony’s face.

Tony’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches. “Don’t…Peter…”

Peter winces a bit, but he doesn’t want to stop. Even if it hurts a bit that Tony doesn’t want him back; he still wants this, just this once. He pushes his own pants down before pulling his shirt over his head. When he looks back to Tony, the older man is looking at Peter with a hungry expression, eyes roving slowly up and down Peter’s form.

Tony swallows thickly, his hand moving to rub over his cock as he takes in the view.

It makes Peter throb with need.

He climbs on the bed, knees bracketing Tony’s hips, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders. Tony looks back up at Peter’s face, and his eyes unfocus a bit. “Wait, kid, I don’t-I don’t think…Peter-”

Peter kisses him, and it isn’t as sweet as he had always pictured it. Tony doesn’t respond at first, and when he does, he’s clumsy and awkward with his lips and tongue. It only serves to remind Peter of how he’s getting what he wants, and he pulls away with a sad sigh.

“Don’t cry,” Tony says, his hand coming up to cup Peter’s cheek. “Peter.”

Peter leans into the touch, reaching between them to stroke Tony’s cock. “Please Tony, I want you. I want you inside me. Please?”

Tony stares for a moment, but then he nods slowly. “Okay.”

Peter kisses him again, and it distracts Tony. Peter strokes Tony slowly between them, twisting his hand over the head and collecting pre in his palm. He waits until he’s collected a good amount of it before rubbing it over the rest of Tony's cock.

He pulls away after a few more seconds of this, getting impatient. He lifts his hips so he can hover over Tony’s cock. He aims Tony’s cock and cups the head as he starts to sink down, hissing at the initial pressure.

Tony’s eyes widen, and his hands find their way to Peter’s hips. “Wait, Peter-”

Peter sinks a bit lower, biting his lip and groaning anyway. “You’re so big, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasps, rolling his hips in little circles on the way down until he’s seated on Tony’s lap.

Tony chokes on his words, eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. You’re so wet, you’re too tight, I-“

Peter whimpers and clenches around Tony, allowing himself to get used to the stretch. Then he starts to move, finally, slowly at first to get used to the feeling. He moves his hips back and forth, complimenting the up and down motions, breath shaky.

Tony feels so good inside him. So thick and hot and everything Peter ever thought it would feel like.

“Peter,” Tony chokes, hands moving up Peter’s sides.

The younger man moans, picking up the pace and starting to really bounce on Tony’s cock. “Oh, Tony, you feel so-you make me feel so good!”

Tony groans softly, running his hands up and down Peter’s back and looking up at him with dark eyes. “Peter, oh, fuck.”

Peter throws his head back in pleasure, and Tony takes advantage immediately by licking and biting at Peter’s throat. Peter gasps at every mark Tony leaves, his hips stuttering at the pleasure. “Yes, yes Tony, more,” he breathes the last word, pleasure making him feel hot and dizzy.

Tony wraps his arms around Peter to pull him close, chest to chest, and pants heavily into Peter’s ear.

It makes Peter writhe against the other man, makes him clench around Tony’s cock. He throbs with need, and tries to move his hips in a way that will also get stimulation without sacrificing an inch of Tony inside of him.

“If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m going to come,” Tony warns, and he only slurs his words a little, but it’s so hot in Peter’s ear.

Peter whines, continuing the motion and tilting his head down so he can lick and bite at Tony’s jaw. “I want it,” Peter mumbles, clenching around Tony. “I want you to come inside me. Please, Tony, I want it so badly, please, just this once.”

Tony holds Peter tighter, and the younger man can hardly move, whining in Peter’s ear. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, kid,” Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s cheek softly.

If Peter had been a better person, he would have respected that. If he hadn’t been so lost in his own pleasure in the moment, he would have realized what Tony’s strength and clarity in his words meant. But that isn’t what Peter did.

“Please,” Peter cries, frustration and desperation clouding everything else. He reaches between them, just barely able to fit his fingers close enough to touch himself. His entire body convulses when he finally reaches, and he gasps desperately into Tony’s ear. “Please, I’m so close.”

Tony groans softly, cupping the back of Peter’s head with one hand and sliding his other hand down to Peter’s hip. It lets Peter start to bounce again, and allows him to touch himself properly, and the way Peter clenches around Tony is making the older man pant. “Then come,” he says, biting at Peter’s earlobe gently.

Peter gasps and speeds up his fingers, rubbing in quick circles, and sinks as deep on Tony’s cock as he possibly can and crying out as his orgasm overtakes him. Tony holds him through it, cursing through gritted teeth as he tries to hold his own pleasure back.

Peter falls into Tony when it’s over, clenching sporadically around Tony with aftershocks. He whines softly, rolling his hips lazily. “Please Tony, please come inside of me, please, I need it, just this once.”

“F-fuck,” Tony gasps, hips snapping up into Peter. “Peter, don’t…”

Peter groans in overstimulation, trying to help by meeting his thrusts. “Tony,” he whispers right in Tony’s ear, and that timed with the snap of his hips makes Tony curse and groan loudly, jerking up into Peter and filling him up with his release.

Tony pants through the orgasm, kissing the skin he can reach. “Peter,” he whispers, nosing under his ear.

Peter sighs happily, lazily lifting his hips so he can pull off, sliding down to sit in his lap again. Tony��s cock rubs against his ass and twitches once, and Tony grunts softly.

“Peter?” Tony asks after a few minutes, pausing his hands from rubbing Peter’s sides.

“Hmm?” Peter asks, nuzzling into Tony’s hair.

“What’s going on?” he asks, but he doesn’t push Peter away.

If Peter were a good person, he would have told Tony the truth. He would have admitted what he did, and owned up to it, and accepted any consequences that came with his actions thus far.

But Tony doesn’t remember what happened. And Peter didn’t do that.

Peter, after only the briefest second of panic, gives a nervous giggle and kisses Tony’s temple. “What do you mean?” he asks, pulling away and smiling down at Tony.

“I mean…what happened? I don’t…I don’t remember…” Tony looks away, biting his lip.

Peter hums and kisses Tony’s cheek. “You tried my anxiety medication I was working on for you, and it didn’t work the way I wanted.” He kisses down Tony’s neck. “And then I couldn’t get you off of me-not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh?” Tony says, moving his hands down to Peter’s thighs, rubbing over them softly. “I don’t think that’s what happened, sweetheart.”

Peter tenses up, eyes widening just a bit, as he looks at Tony with a mix of horror and confusion. “W-what?”

Tony hums, moving his hands up and around to grab at Peter’s ass. “I think you saw your poor, defenseless mentor unable to fight back, and took advantage. I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you, just the once, because you were under the impression that I didn’t want you.”

Peter stares at him, half wanting to stand up and cover himself and half wanting to beg Tony to explain what he means. “Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass, only just hard enough to startle the younger man. “Why don’t I show you what I want, since you’re not inclined to ask?”

Peter’s face flames with a mixture of shame and want, and buries his face in Tony’s neck. “Only seems fair,” he agrees, before he’s suddenly pushed on the floor, eyes wide and staring up at Tony on his knees. The sounds of Tony’s previous orgasms dripping out of him onto the floor are obscene and it makes Peter want more inside him. “What do you want me to do?”

#starkerfestivalsevents #starker #my writing #fans #tw: dubcon #tw: manipulation #trans!peter

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heroloverangel · 11 months

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Useful

Dad Mirio continues to live rent-free in my head 24/7

Sometimes you wonder if your husband is even human. It’s been almost two weeks since you gave birth, and Mirio’s barely let you lift a finger since you went into labor. He’s handled every diaper change, every late night feeding, and every chore around the house before you can even begin to sit up. He’s always had a ridiculous amount of energy, but it’s starting to border on manic at this point. You don’t know when he’s had the chance to sleep, it feels like he’s always ready to jump up in a rush to do anything he can for you.

You know most people would be thrilled to have a partner ready and waiting to serve their every need, but it’s getting a little overwhelming every time he gently shoos you away when you try to help wash dishes or fold the laundry. It’s not how he normally acts, and you decide to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner rather than later.

It’s nearly three in the morning when you hear Tomo crying from his crib at the end of your bed and Mirio’s instantly hopping up to fetch a bottle. “You go back to sleep, I got it,” he announces brightly, and you reach out to grab his arm before he leaves.

“No, let me get this one. I’m the one with the boobs,” you point out and he lets out a cheerful little laugh.

“You sure? I don’t mind-”

You use his stronger body for leverage to pull yourself up and then push him back down to the mattress. “Mirio, get some sleep. I can handle our kid for a whole twenty minutes, I swear.” He looks up at you for a second before his warm smile spreads across his face and he gives you an encouraging thumbs up. Picking your son up is the most exercise you’ve had in weeks, and you appreciate the familiar stretch from using your muscles as you carry the fussy baby out of the bedroom. Once settled on the couch, Tomo’s immediately placated when he latches onto your breast for a well-earned snack.

“Hey little guy, how’s it going?” He blinks up at you lazily, soothed by the sound of your voice and heartbeat beside him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Daddy right now, I promise he’s not usually this weird.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the first time you’d sparred with him in class and accidentally punched him in the crotch when he’d phased out of his clothes. “Alright, not this kind of weird.” You look down at those eyes you’ve been in love with since high school and sigh happily. Those Togata genes are just too strong, it would have been way more of a surprise if your child didn’t look so much like Mirio. You hum quietly as he drinks his fill, and it’s not long before he falls asleep cradled in your arms. Satisfied with a job well done, you sneak into the bedroom and carefully deposit him back into his crib with no complaints.

Mirio’s breathing evenly, but you can tell he’s still awake. “You did great, babe. He loves you so much.”

You cuddle against his chest and stare at him for a long moment. “Hey, Mirio? Are you, y’know, okay?”

His smile falters for a second before he brushes it off. “Yeah. Better than okay, I’m great!” You don’t respond and he glances away. “Why? What’s up?”

“You’ve just been, I don’t know, super restless since we came home. And it’s not like I don’t appreciate everything you’re doing, you’re amazing, but it feels like you don’t want me to help at all.”

He doesn’t respond at first, and you wonder if he’s going to avoid the question entirely. Finally he runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that. I guess I just feel kinda guilty.” You’re confused, and he makes himself continue. “I know I sort of torpedoed your spot in the rankings and I’ve always felt bad about that,” he admits, and that point is hard to argue. Your debut wasn’t as spectacular as his, but cracking into the top 150 in your first hero ranking was still an impressive achievement. Taking a long hiatus so soon into your career kicked you off the board entirely, to the point where a lot of fans don’t even realize Lemillion’s wife is also a hero on temporary leave. You’ve never held it against him, though; it took both of you to get you pregnant. Mirio clears his throat. “Then in the hospital, when they said you had to get a c-section, it was really awful to just stand there and do nothing while you had to go through all that.”

“There was nothing for you to do,” you reason with him and ruffle his hair. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers.

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any better. I hate feeling so useless.”

It’s surprising to hear him admit that. “You’re not useless.”

“Maybe not, but it still feels that way.” His fingers wrap around yours and squeeze tightly. “You’ve done so much already, so I figured it’s only fair if I do everything for awhile while you just relax.”

You sigh and free yourself to cup his face in your hands. “Mirio, we’re in this together. You couldn’t have the baby, but you were right there the entire time taking care of me. I was only able to handle all of it because I had you with me, and you know that’s not nothing.” You gaze over at Tomo, still fast asleep where you left him, and turn Mirio’s head to look at him. “You were the first person he ever met, and the first thing he got to see was how much you love him. There’s no way that could ever be useless.”

Before you can say anything else, you’re smothered in a sudden bear hug that knocks all the air from your lungs. “You’re right,” he sniffles with an enormous grin. “You know I’ve always been jealous of how much smarter you are.” With this weight lifted from his shoulders, it doesn’t take long for Mirio to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Your only regret is that you’re wrapped too tightly in his arms to escape to the bathroom for the next several hours.

#hero dadcademia #mirio togata x reader #bnha x reader

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cup1dxzs · 1 year

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Darling Little Puppet

Wally Darling X Reader

Chapter 7- Sleepover!

Feeling Wally finally loosen his death grip on your wrist you’d sigh in relief, feeling blood circulating back into your hand.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, I have some clothes Julie left when we were playing dress up.” Wally spoke as he looked off in thought, beginning to drag you along to the entrance of his living home, you’d stay silent as you just complied. ‘Is this what it feels like to be some kids pet? It’s an absolute hell.’ You pondered, feeling bad for every animal you’ve pet too hard or simply suffocated with your love, but of course they had it worse since they couldn’t speak at all, you’d think that you were kinda on the same boat because you were sure that even if you did speak your words would get ignored.

Once inside the house Wally urged you to have a seat on the couch, telling you to wait there as he disappeared into a random hallway, finally alone you’d allow yourself to wind down and that included you whispering to yourself “What the actual fuck, there’s no fucking way this is real…” a loud slam was heard behind you, causing you to scream in surprise and jump out of your seat falling to the floor in a dramatic sense, accidentally knocking over the bowl of apples from the coffee table and to the floor along with you, frantically looking to see who or what caused the noise as you popped right back up to look around for a better measure that it wasn’t that yellow fucker being a dick.

“Home doesn’t enjoy when people use naughty words, if you’re gonna stay here you have to be nice, can you do that?” Wally seemingly appeared right behind you, making you have another mini heart attack as you jumped away from him causing you to trip on an astray Apple and end up falling on your ass, not bothering to get back up this time.

“Yea whatever, maybe next time don’t just teleport behind me, it’s creepy.” You snarled at him, mentally face palming yourself for losing your cool so easily, especially in front of a stranger, that you somehow knew from watching a Tv show made for kids? It didn’t help to see him brush off your words like nothing and instead stick out his felted hand to help you up, it actually made you feel worse for being mean.

‘I need to cool it, he’s only trying to help me and I’m over here with a sour attitude.’ You’d sigh as you took his hand without another word, it was soft and warm which made you question if puppets had internal organs, or were they filled with stuffing? Even if they were filled to the max with fluff it wouldn’t explain how his hand was warm, but then again you did run into a caterpillar and a giant red bird so it probably was just as unexplainable as that.

“I brought you a blanket this one is my favorite, isn’t just the most? I would let you sleep in the guest room but it’s not exactly…ready.” Wally softly rambled on as he shoved the blanket into your arms, not being a complete ass you’d mutter a low “Thanks…but is there anything I can do to clean my face, and brush my hair?” You’d turn your head a little bit to tend to your hair as you’d pluck out a twig and leaf, making a face of distaste you’d turn your head back, meeting eyes with Wally caused you to involuntarily shiver, seeing his pupils just blown so wide as he smirked at you made you feel unsettled. It didn’t help to see him just stand there completely motionless, staring dead at you, he’d continue that look for another few seconds before he seemingly snapped out of it.

“I supposed I could go look for something of the sorts.” Wally pondered aloud as he turned around and went to go look for the things you’d had requested for, leaving you there while you stood awkwardly holding the plush blanket.

Finally easing up you’d sigh in relief as you felt much better to get rid of your tense shoulders, you hadn’t even realize you’d develop due to this very stressful day. Gently setting down your blanket on the couch that would soon be your bed tonight, you’d slowly bent down and began to pick up the apples you’d knocked over, taking a notice of how perfect they looked it was almost unreal.

By the time you’d finish by placing the last apple in the bowl and setting it atop the table, there wasn’t anything that could cure your burning curiosity and there wasn’t anything to stop you as you picked up one of the apples, you’d raise it to your face as you prepare to take a bite not long before you’d hear Wally panicking as he spoke, “Wait! Those aren’t-“ Too late. You’d already had taken the bite, looking down you’d be met with a very white inside, “-real apples, they’re just for display..” He’d finish his sentence as he cringed at you, watching you realize that you’d actually take a bite out of a styrofoam apple, your face burning up in embarrassment as you spat out the piece you’d bitten off, no wonder it looked so perfect.

“If you wanted some food you should’ve told me, it wouldn’t be very neighborly of me to keep my guest hungry.” Wally spoke as he set down a basket of what you assumed were the items you had requested beforehand. “No I just- The apples looked too good to be true…I guess they were too good to be true.” You’d dejectedly sigh as you sat down on the couch, hearing Wally snicker at your pain while he slowly slid the basket of items towards you encouraging you to look inside.

“Most of the stuff is things Julie leaves behind when we have sleepovers, I’m sure you’ll know what to do with them. If you need me I’ll be in the kitchen.” He left without another word, leaving you alone on the couch as you’d sort through the basket, you’d grab the essentials which included a hair brush and some make up wipes to clean your face, praying that they would get the job done, you’d ask him later if he had any clothes like he had mentioned earlier.

You were in for a night, a long one at that.

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So sorry for the late post guys something came up and I just couldn’t edit it in time!! But now it’s here hope u enjoy!! :D

-ChillyKitty

#wally darling #wally x reader #welcome home #x reader #constructive critism welcome #pls let me know #wally my beloved #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #puppets

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 2 years

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Girl Dad- Nessian fanfic

A/N: I know it’s not the right day for Nessian week, but I still wanna do this fanfic. Everyone has been wondering what would Cassian be like if he was a girl dad. But what if one girl...turned into 3!!!!!!! @nessianweek

Word count: 1,808

The day Cassian knew he was gonna be a dad, he was practically jumping with joy. He felt it in his sleep when he was feeling around Nesta’s belly that night. He lightly shook her and asked her about the time they wanted kids. Nesta gasped, hugging her mate tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed all day in bed, neither of them wanting to let go.

When they told the inner circle, Gwyn and Emerie screamed the loudest. Followed by Elain and Feyre. The entire inner circle devoted their time to helping Nesta with her pregnancy, especially when the belly started to grow. When Nesta and Cassian came to their first appointment, Madja discovered that Nesta’s belly was bigger than usual. “Is that normal?”

“It means you’re having twins.” The moment the word twins flowed through Cassian’s ears, he fainted right on the spot. Nesta glared at him after he woke up. “Ugh, I had the weirdest dream. You were pregnant and Madja just told us we were having twins.”

“Yeah, not a dream.” He fainted a second time.

Now, Nesta and Cassian were worrying about how they were gonna care for 2 babies at once. Nesta was eager to buy something for the babies but they knew it was bad luck. Unfortunately, Gwyn gave them a gift for them, accidentally realizing that it was for the twins. But luckily, this bad luck turned out to be another good luck. Another trip to Madja, and the twins turned out to be triplets. Cassian of course fainted for the 3rd time. This time, Nesta were prepared and asked Madja for some smelling salt. “Ugh, babe i had the weirdest dream again.”

“And again, it’s not a dream.” Cassian’s faint count changed to 4.

During the 9th month of the pregnancy, Madja was able to determine the genders for their babies. She asked them if either of them wanted to know, but Nesta shook her head. “We wanna be surprised.” Madja smiled and nodded in agreement.

Then, it happened. It was now the day of the triplets birth. Cassian had to work double to keep from fainting this time. He promised his mate he’d held on for her. And he will. The first baby that popped out had black hair and brown skin like her father, and her facial expressions resembled her mother. “Cass, look.” Cass dared a glance at his first child. She was small and bare naked. She also had bat wings like her father. Nesta smiled and cried. “She look just like you.” Before Cassian could share the moment, Nesta screamed again, reminding him of the other 2 triplets on the way.

The second one had white skin and blonde hair. Her eyes were blue and her wings were a bit short, but otherwise, she will fly like her big sister. Cassian laughed, his middle child glowing in the house they were giving birth in. “That one looks just like you.” he said, holding back tears. Nesta smiled and screamed again. Their last baby was coming. “Oh Cassian. I can’t!”

“You’re a Valkyrie remember? Where’s that Valkyrie spirit? You didn’t slice that ribbon for no reason now did you?” Cassian said, feeling the grip on his hand tighten. Nesta only managed to shake her head. “Come on my strong barbarian. Let’s get our triplet out of that womb.” Nesta shut her eyes, gripped her hands onto her mate’s, screamed, and-

“WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

Nesta opened her eyes. There she was. Her final child. Her skin was mixed with brown and white, her eyes like her mother’s and her wings like her father. Her hair was black like her father just like the first girl. “Oh my god.” Cassian said, letting a single tear fall from his eyes. The other 2 girls were placed in both of his arms while the 3rd was placed in Nesta’s. Madja bowed and said, “I believe this is where I take my leave.” she said, leaving the two alone to their daughters.

Cassian stared at the 2 girls in his arms. The one that Nesta said that looked like him, opened her eyes and stared at him like a doe in headlights. The other one that looked like Nesta had silver eyes. She looked at Cassian and tilted her head a bit like she’d seen him for the first time. Which clearly she has.

Cassian smiled and kissed their foreheads. “I love you so much.” he manage to get out before he was crying a river. Cassian heard his mate clear her throat as he turned and realized that it was triplets. Cassian sat next to his mate and leaned over to kiss his youngest daughter. “And I love you too.” he said, the youngest squeaking in response.

Nesta looked at the older sisters. “What should we name them?”

“I always liked the name Cassandra.”

“That’s just your name but without a masculine gender.” The oldest squeaked in response. Cassian chuckled. “I think she likes it.” he smirked as Nesta rolled her eyes. “Alright. Cassandra Archeron it is.” The oldest baby, Cassandra, looked at her mother with interest. She must’ve recognized her voice. The middle triplet reached her arms out for her mother, Cassian gently placing her in her arms. “This one shall be named Silvia Archeron.”

“Because of the eyes?” Nesta only stuck her tongue out. “She’ll think me later.” she smirked as Silvia grabbed her mother’s finger. Nesta finally turned to her youngest daughter. “And what about the baby of the family?” she asked as Cassian looked over at the already sleeping child.

“Nora.” They both said together. Baby Nora yawned and smiled in her sleep. Cassian choked up his own tears, watching all 3 daughters began to drift off into their first dreamlands.

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5 years later

Cassian was worn out from picking up dirty clothes and 3 hyper 5 year old triplets. It was 10:08pm and the girls were suppose to be in bed by 7pm. Their auntie Mor had brought them to a candy store earlier today. They purchase half of the store, eating all of the candy in the 10 bags they had. How did 3 5 year olds finish 10 bags of candy in under 3 hours, he will never know. He was even more surprised when they were able to keep it down. He expected them to throw up in about the next 3 minutes but, the girls didn’t feel a thing.

Now, the house was dirty, there were clothes on the floor, and the kitchen was a mess. Luckily, the girls were asleep for the night so at he didn’t have to- “Ow! Nora, you’re suppose to aim for the wall.”

“Sorry Cassie.” Cassian heard his youngest daughter apologize to her sister. Cassian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Watch the girls, she says. It’s only for a night, she says.” Cassian mumbled, remembering his mate going out for the night to catch up with Gwyn and Emerie.

Cassian, stretching out his arms, and walked upstairs to his daughters’ room. “Girls!” he called out, hearing some shuffling from upstairs and a few whispers. He was able to catch on to ‘Quick, Daddy’s coming.’ Cassian rolled his eyes and opened the door and barely caught a glimpse of Silvia covering her foot with her bed covers.

Cassian looked around the room. The room was filled with dolls and Pegasus plush toys. Some princess clothes that the girls would wear around the house. Cassian shivered at the idea of playing tea party with the girls. Not that he didn’t love them. He just wished he didn’t have to wear a dress every 3 hours.

Cassian noticed one of the girls’ beds that was placed in front of the door, the left side facing the room, the right to the door. He noticed a pair of bare feet sticking out from under the bed. Cassandra. Cassian didn’t have to look to know it was the eldest of the bunch. Cassian couldn’t help but smirk, slowly bending down until he was able to trace his finger down her feet. “Oh Cassandra.” he said, his daughter’s muffled giggles can be heard throughout the room. Cassian’s smirk only grew. “Daddy’s gonna getcha.” it was the only thing he said before he picked up the small bed and pulled his squealing daughter out from under it. Placing the bed gently back down, he trapped Cassandra into his lap and began to tickle her tummy, spidering his fingers through her My Little Pony pajamas. Cassandra laughed, pleading for her father to stop. “Daddy! That tickles!”

“Oh you think that’s funny. I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Cassian sucked in his breath and blew a raspberry on her tummy, sending Cassandra into stiches. “DADDY NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Cassian was about to let her go when he felt like 2 ton bricks came flying straight towards him like the burglars in Home Alone 2. Cassian landed on the floor with an ‘oof’ sound. He knew who they were before he even looked. His other 2 daughters, Silvia and Nora. “Leave our big sister alone, you tickle monster!” Nora said as Silvia stuck her tongue out at him. Cassian chuckled. They have their mother’s attitude. Oh how he loved it. In a deep voice, Cassian replied, “You think you can defeat a tickle monster?” he asked as Cassandra joined her sister. They all smirked and said, “Yeah! Disney princesses can do anything!”

“Well think again, little princesses!” Cassian smiled evilly as she sat up, causing the girls to all fall into his lap. He wiggled his fingers as they girls flinched. “The tickle monster’s coming.”

“AHHHH!” The girls screamed and howled with laughter as Cassian scribbles his fingers to tickle Cassandra and Silvia’s tummy. Because he only had two hands, Cassian bent down his head and gently nibbled Nora’s tummy, making it sound like he was eating her up. “Nom nom nom, mmmm this princess taste like peaches.”

“DADDY EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!” Nora cried, trying to use her tiny arms to push his head away from her tummy. Silvia and Cassandra weren’t doing much better. To Cassian, whenever he held the girls in his hands, they were the size of 2 foot plush dolls. To his triplets, his entire hand was gigantic. So gigantic that their flaring arms meant nothing to him. “DADDY STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE!!!”

“IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” A 3 girls were at their breaking point. Deciding that he’ll have another opportunity to tickle them another day, Cassian lets them up. The triplets breath heavily as Cassian picked them all up at once. “So, are my girls going to bed. For real this time?” he asked but he didn’t get a response. The girls were already fast asleep in his arms. Cassian chuckled, kissed their foreheads, and placed them all in each of their princess beds.

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WAHOO I’M DONE!

#Nessian #Nesta #Cassian #triplets #Cassandra OC #Nora OC (Nessian's daughter)#Silvia OC

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buuggerz · 2 years

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⚡️Jason’s Glasses 👓

Hi im back! i know it’s been a while life’s been crazy—— Anyways

This idea came from the fact that i remembered that Jason doesn’t get his glasses till later + realizing my best friend is insane for sleeping with his glasses on <3

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After Receiving his glasses, Jason has to adjust to keeping them on all the time, So after learning to keep them on and remembering to keep them with him. Jason finally gets used to wearing them all the time.

So when He starts to do tasks like studying, Brain-storming about the shrines and other Pontifex Maximus duties, that makes him lose time when deep in focus.

Jason Accidentally Developes that habit of Sleeping with his glasses on.

Mostly due to Falling asleep at his desk or Forgetting they’re on his Face while he reads before bed, Even forgetting to take them off for the rare occasions he catches a nap.

Thats How a certain Son of Hades Finds out.

During one of the many times Jason has spent in Cabin 13 Hanging out With Nico di angelo, They’re rambles of conversation had lulled into comfortable silence. Both Just enjoying each other’s presence, while they both did they’re own task.

Jason being a chronic over-worker while laying down and reading abook was a recipe for tired drooping eyes. The son of Hades looked up from his Sketchbook to see The blonde half awake.

“You should take a nap, gods know you probably need one, Grace”

Which was met with a Yawn and nod from the Son of jupiter, who closed his book- and his eyes with. Nico waited for him to take off his glasses, but that never came. He looked in disbelief and he poked Friend.

“Hey Jason take off your glasses, if your actually going to nap” he hummed

Jason just shrugged it off with a tried movement. “i sleep with them on all the time”

“What!?”

The Blonde opened his eyes to find Nico now staring at him as if he was out of his mind.

“You know that’s how you break your glasses right?— it can even cause an eye injury Jason— “

He went on scolding the older boy about all the draw backs and— being friends with an apollo kid has rubbed off on him, Jason chuckles to himself.

Nico only ceased his warnings once, a slightly amused Jason grace took his glasses off with a sheepish smile.

That was only the beginning.

Jason slowly began to realize that Nico would show up at Cabin 1 more often, Staying later into the night than usual. always giving Jason a reminder to take off his glasses before Shadowtraveling back to his own cabin, Sometimes even taking the glasses off the son of Zeus if he happens to doze off during his visit.

It had become a Habit at this point, maybe even routine. The son of hades would check in and sometimes find Jason lf asleep, book in hand or hunched over his desk. Those times were met with Nico gently taking his glasses off before waking up the roman demigod so he could sleep on his actual bed.

The act reminds Jason just how much the Shorter demigod cares. He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him warm—in a perfectly platonic way of course.

Then on a sunny day, They’re both sitting Under Thalia’s Tree while enjoying the nice breeze. Jason closes his eyes and mays back and relaxes.

Nico looks over at Him after a while, Thinking that Jason has once again Fallen asleep with his glasses again. He scoffs with a small smile before carefully taking off Jason’s glad off. He also Notices a smudge of dirt on the others cheek and Gently rubs it off with his thumb.

He looks down at jason. Let’s out a small laugh.

“Dork” is all Nico says, as he Takes his hand away and sets the older demigods glasses aside. Before dozing off himself.

Only Now Jason opens his eyes being very much awake, heart beating as if it’ll burst from his chest, and his face flushing as he’s now hit with the realization his feelings for Nico are more than just platonic-

Jason touches his cheek where the others Hand had been, suddenly never wanting the warmth to disappear.

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I hope you guys liked this one! it was going to be longer but half of it got deleted ;-; I might write another part if people are interested— But anyways I tried to make this more ‘fic like’ maybe so i’ll actually turn things into fics

if you have any ideas or want more my asks are open— or leave em down below

#Maybe if i start writing them like fics i’ll just accidentally make a chapter who know #i need more jasico fics #nico di angelo #jason grace #pjo #jasico #my posts #hoo #thunderworld #heroes of olympus #jasico headcanon #jason grace headcannon

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ihaveathingforwomen · 1 year

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Universes Away - PT. 10

WandaNat x OC

Masterlist

a/n: I cut out a lot of fluff, thinking of doing some HCs or drabbles for them?? idk we'll see.

Warnings: none that I can think of! Just some subtle cute flirting, Adrian being a bit of a gentleman.

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Adrian learns a little bit about Wanda's past.

Their Friday morning moved about at a typical pace. Adrian awoke early working out in the garage for their morning meditation, coming upstairs to shower and then wake the boys. When they entered the bedroom after their shower they were greeted by Natasha sitting up in bed, reading as was part of her morning routine as well. Wanda, still appearing to be asleep, laid her head on Natasha's stomach, her arms wrapped around Natasha's middle. Natasha stroked her hair quietly while she read, turning to Adrian with a smile as they made their way around the bed to deliver a kiss to her lips. Once the kiss had been delivered, they made their way to the closet and began sifting through the clothes, taking in options for the day.

"How did last night go?" Natasha whispered to them, setting her book down quietly on the nightstand, both hands now giving their attention to Wanda.

Adrian had just chosen a plain white t-shirt, black jeans, and a dark gray bomber jacket as the cooler fall weather was beginning to settle in the Asbury air. Once they'd taken the clothes off of the hangers, they gently half-folded them and set them on the arm of the lounge chair in the corner of the room. "It went well," they told her and turned slowly to make eye contact, "date tonight." They gave her a wide natural smile, one that Natasha hadn't seen in so long. Natasha smiled back and Adrian continued to pick the rest of their outfit. They took a pair of white crew socks out of their drawer, a pair of gray boxer briefs and a nude binder as well. Their hair was still dripping and they took the corner of the towel and scrunched the ends of their hair, squeezing out the water.

"I'll get a ride with Clint and pick up all the kids, we'll just spend the night with them," Natasha told them as they started pulling on their clothes, but they paused, stumbling, to look at her.

Their face lit up, "really?" Natasha nodded in affirmation, "I'll run all the errands for the game today while they're at school, promise. And we'll take the van tomorrow and pick everyone up, whatever you need," while relieved, their voice leaked with anxiety. Natasha could tell that they were nervous for the date and didn't want to upset anyone. Adrian finally shimmied their jeans up their legs, not buttoning them, but stumbled and accidentally stomped loudly on the floor, muttering curses as they steadied themselves. It was enough to bring Wanda from her rest as she moved her arm and slowly looked up to Natasha, who welcomed her waking with a gentle smile.

"Good morning. Sleep okay, lovely?" Natasha asked her quietly, no longer whispering. Wanda nodded slowly as she gradually pushed herself off of the bed in an attempt to wake up. It was unsuccessful as she landed back among the pillows. She lies on her back, her arms crossed as they cover her eyes. She bellowed a groan that flowed into a gentle laugh, sighing at the end. Natasha and Adrian's eyes were trained on her, both of them grinning at their partner as she was unaware. Adrian continued slowly pulling on their clothes, quietly struggling to pull their binder over their head. Wanda uncovered her eyes and turned to Natasha immediately.

"Good morning, sorry," she told her, feeling bad that she didn't say anything and was sure her groans came off as rude.

"Don't be sorry," Natasha reassured her, "are you ready for the day?" Natasha's gaze fell on Adrian for just a moment, smiling wide as she caught them staring and admiring Wanda, whose hands were now laced under her head. Their white shirt bundled in their hands, fidgeting as they bite their lip in thought. Their head ached to turn, forcing their eyes away from Wanda only to be met by Natasha's gaze. It snapped them from their trance as they fluttered their eyes and continued getting ready.

"I think so, what are we doing today?" She asked, giggling as her gaze floated to Adrian who had turned around as they pulled on their shirt.

"Well, you can come with me to work today or stay with Adrian today, whichever you prefer." Wanda tried to listen to Natasha but her attention was placed on watching Adrian, seeing how low their scars went for the first time. She wondered what they were wearing under their shirt, seeing that it became flesh with their skin and obviously tighter than what she was used to seeing. Their muscles were subtly defined along their lower back and biceps, her eyes were trained on their movement, staring as they flexed.

As Wanda slowly turned her head back to Natasha she allowed her instincts to make her decision, "I'll go with Adrian today," her tone quiet, still lost in thought. Natasha smiled, nodding in agreement and began making her way out of the bed.

Wanda followed Natasha through their typical morning routine. Adrian woke the boys and went downstairs to start making breakfast. Everyone got ready with ease and joined downstairs for breakfast where they shared domestic conversation about the weekend ahead. It was everything Wanda dreamed of as she beamed at her family for the entirety of the meal.

Eventually, though, their conversations did end and it was time to get the boys to school and Natasha to work. Adrian and Natasha unanimously took the task of taking care of the dishes while Wanda guided the boys in tying their shoes. Everyone finished at about the same time and the boys started to run towards their minivan parked behind the house, in front of the garage, but Adrian halted them.

"Ah-ah-ah, boys," they started and the boys came sulking back. "It's cold, you both will need jackets today, maybe even tomorrow before your game." The boys sighed and trudged back to the front door, grabbing their jackets off of the hooks. Natasha tapped Wanda's arm and tilted her head towards the door, guiding her along to grab a jacket as well. Adrian grinned and followed their family to the front door. As they entered the foyer, sliding their jacket from the hook, they saw Wanda standing quietly behind Natasha, eyes darting around as she wasn't sure what jacket she was supposed to be grabbing.

"Wands, baby," Adrian grabbed her attention and motioned for her to come over. "Here's your jacket, my love," they told her in a whisper as they helped her slide her arms into their jacket. She smiled at them as her cheeks became rosier by the second, her face felt hot as she shyly slid into the jacket. Once it was properly on her shoulders, she turned to Adrian, whose hands were pressed on her shoulders.

"What about your jacket?" She questioned, gently shoving their shoulder. Natasha and the boys stood behind her, ready to defend the question.

"Mom, you have to have a jacket too," Billy warned, his arms crossed as he mirrored his brother who stood next to him with a scowl.

Adrian sighed, "You're right boys, I'll be right back. We're taking the outback today, van tomorrow, okay?" She told them and Natasha nodded, grabbing the keys from their catch-all plate as Adrian bounded up the stairs.

Once everyone made it into the car, Adrian began their journey to drop everyone off. Natasha and Adrian had chosen the music that played in the car - punk songs that they sang loudly in an attempt to annoy the boys. Their attempt was successful and even managed to bring Wanda to a blush that became fire along her skin when Adrian rested their hand on her upper thigh, occasionally squeezing to the beat of the song.

They dropped off the boys first, reminding them that Natasha and Clint would be picking them up that afternoon, which they both remembered very well. Once they were safely inside the school, Adrian continued their journey toward the satellite compound near Tony’s wooded home. Adrian kept their hand on Wanda’s thigh, oblivious to her burning core as she recalled the events of the previous day that had begun with Natasha’s hand on her thigh.

Natasha thought it was funny to see the two of them in the awkward stage of a relationship, something she'd never had the privilege of seeing. When her and Wanda's relationship had become serious, Adrian came into Wanda's life again. When Natasha met Adrian, they clicked with ease and Natasha was able to see how Adrian was a home for Wanda, a home that she thought Wanda never had. Between the three of them everything came with ease, every interaction felt natural. While Natasha still felt natural with this Wanda, she could tell that Wanda and Adrian did not feel entirely natural about the situation. They have an undeniable chemistry, yes, but they don't know each other. Natasha thought to herself that if they have the opportunity to get to know each other then they might acknowledge their chemistry.

"Where are you going for your date tonight?" Natasha piped up from the back as she continued to observe them. Wanda whipped around, expecting Adrian to answer. Adrian glanced up at the rearview mirror to glance at Natasha with wide eyes.

Adrian clicked their tongue, "I don't know, actually." They were hesitant as they realized that they hadn't thought about where they were going to take Wanda on their impromptu date.

Natasha chuckled, she having a feeling that Adrian didn't know how to go about their date. "How about you guys go to Light? That restaurant on the boardwalk?" She knew this restaurant wouldn't be right and that Adrian would pass on it, but she thought it would spark the idea she hopes for.

"I dunno Nat, I don't remember you or Wanda liking it much, it’s a bit too…prissy."

Bingo, Natasha thought. Adrian heard that, making direct eye contact with Natasha in the mirror. "What about Rita's? That's on the boardwalk, too," Adrian figured out what Natasha was going for.

"Oh! That would be nice, that's where Wanda took us after we closed on the house," Natasha reminisced, hoping that the restaurant would rekindle the connection.

Wanda giggled nervously, "I'm sorry, what's Rita's?" she glanced at Adrian, then back at Natasha as her hand unconsciously moved over Adrian's, giving it a light squeeze in hopes of comfort.

Adrian grinned, biting their lip in thought. "It's uh," they scoffed, "it's a restaurant and bar on the boardwalk-"

"A queer restaurant and bar," Natasha interjected. "That's why Wanda had picked it, she normally didn't like bars otherwise."

"I see," Wanda giggled again, feeling a bit lighter now.

"We'll still get dressed up, though." Adrian glanced at Wanda, her face had turned a lighter shade and she sucked on her lip in thought. Adrian could feel her anxiety start to spike as she thought about what to wear and what to eat and how to act. "Not too dressed up," they started, glancing at Wanda, their eyes pulling her to look at them. "We'll walk around the boardwalk for a bit afterwards. Is that okay, Wands?"

Wanda took a deep breath as she felt Adrian in her mind, trying to ease her discomfort. "Yes, I think that sounds lovely." She smiled at them and then looked back to Natasha, "What are your plans for tonight?"

They were approaching the compound now and Wanda looked out the window, seeing different machines fly out from behind it and come back, being tested in small bursts. "Well, after I'm done here, I'm going with Clint to pick up all of the kids and then the boys and I are going to stay the night with them. They all have a game tomorrow morning. Which-" Natasha switched gears as she started gathering her things to get out of the car. "Ads, will you fill and bring the cooler tomorrow morning?"

Adrian put the car in park as they arrived at the front of the building. Bruce had just stepped out of the main door and waved at the trio. "Yes ma'am, I planned on it," they told her with a smile. Natasha smiled back as she unbuckled.

Natasha leaned forward reaching one hand out to cup the side of their face farthest from her. She pulled their face to her lips and gave her a big, loud kiss on the cheek. "You are the best spouse I could've asked for," she tells them as they turn towards her with a beaming smile.

They kiss her on the lips, "I love you," they whisper to her.

"I love you too," she whispers back before turning to Wanda. "And you, my love," she reaches to pull her in to kiss her cheek in the same manner. "You are the best wife I could've ever asked for," Wanda beams at her as well and cups her cheek to kiss her on the lips. Natasha brushes the hair from Wanda's face and kisses her head before muttering "bye," and making her way out of the outback. Wanda looks out the window, watching as Natasha makes her way towards Bruce. She turns and waves to them, they wave back and she continues, patting Bruce on the arm and making their way inside the compound.

Once Natasha was safely inside, Adrian put the car in drive once more and turned around. Wanda looked out the window, her mind spinning as she saw the trees swimming by. "I really like when she called me that," the words fell out of Wanda's mouth as the thought was released from her mind.

"Hmm?" Adrian hadn't heard at first but after a pause they realized what she meant, "you like being called her wife?" Adrian grinned as they clarified, out of their periphery Wanda blushed, beams exploding from her expression.

"I've never really been called that before," Wanda's voice emitted wonder as she replayed Natasha's words in her mind. The word brought a tingle to her chest and rendered it warm as it swelled with love.

"Well, you're our wife, and an amazing one," Adrian started, slyly glancing over their shoulder to see Wanda's reaction before they continued. "You are so amazing with our boys, Nat can't get over how kind and innocent you are, how much you care about everyone." They paused a moment more, looking at Wanda as they approached a stop sign. When they came to a stop their magnet pulsated and Wanda turned to them, her eyes sparkled in the early morning light. Their heart practically leapt to their throat, begging to be let out with more word vomit - anything to make her this happy all the time. "We're happy you're part of our life Wands."

She fought to tear her eyes away, dabbing at the wetness that had pooled in her eyes. "I'm happy to be in your life," she whispered. Her mind spun with visions of her new family. It felt like the first time that she ever actually got to fantasize about her family. It was different than she thought that it would be, but she was grateful for what it was. She could see Natasha pushing the boys on the tire swing in their front yard, Adrian showing them how to play catch when they were smaller, both of them practicing soccer with the boys. She could see herself reading to them at bedtime, and she imagined what it was like when they were smaller - something she didn't get much time with in her world.

"Ads, what was it like when the boys were smaller?" By now, Adrian had turned back to the road and continued heading back towards town. They tilted their head as they recalled the boys in infancy - how they were fun and sweet but also a little terrifying as their powers blossomed.

“It was interesting,” they sighed in thought, watching the road closely. “They were great babies, they slept through the night early on. Probably because we let them sleep with us,” they chuckled at the thought, Wanda giggled as she pictured the scene. “Their powers weren’t obvious when they were babies, but yours got a little out of control, especially when you were pregnant.”

Wanda looked at them, enamored as scenes flooded her mind. "I wish I could've been there." Adrian looked over, starting to remind her that she was but realizing the error. Their eyes softened as they watched her, still smiling, but sadness prying its way behind her eyes.

They pushed air through their nose as they struggled to decide what to say next. "What was it like for you? I mean, I remember hearing Vision mentioned a few times, were you guys close?"

Wanda scoffed, "Hmph, close. He was the boys' father," she explained watching the road as she half expected Adrian to react similarly to Natasha.

Instead, their eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as they continued watching the road. "Oh, I see," they let out a nervous laughter, "how did that work exactly?" They were more polite about their curiosity than Natasha but Wanda knew they were just as confused.

"Well," Wanda swallowed as her throat had suddenly become dry, "it was more my magic than typical biology." She glanced at them, still sensing confusion. "I..." she took a sharp breath, "I was grieving Vis, so I, " a chortle as she hesitated, "I created my own world. I brought Vis back and we lived a domestic life in Westview. And, as time went on, I became pregnant with the boys and had them in probably 24 hours or so. In real time, I mean."

Adrian processed the information quietly, popcorn questions exploding into their mind. "Your magic really is something else, Wands. I wondered what our Wanda was capable of, but there was never an opportunity to find out." Wanda smiled at how calmly they responded to her explanation, it eased her concern that they'd be afraid of her powers.

"Well," she began, watching the now rolling treeless hills fly past them. "It's honestly a burden, probably for the best she never got to use her powers to that extent." Adrian could hear her heavy heart in her words, a feeling rising in them that she'd lost so much because of her powers.

Adrian's hand turned over from her thigh and grabbed her hand, squeezing it in reassurance. "Can I ask you a potentially hard question?" Their tone was unsure as though they were ready for an explosion of emotions if the question was too much.

She giggled in anticipation as she threw a side-long glance in their direction. "Sure, should I prepare for this one?"

They chuckled, "I don't know, maybe?" They took a deep breath, realizing that they were exiting the highway and nearing their first destination. "What happened to Vis? To the boys?" A breath left Wanda's lungs and she sank in her seat. They immediately regretted asking the question and wished their impulsivity would just box itself back up in the back of their mind. After a moment of quiet and pulling into the parking lot of their first destination Adrian spoke, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I understand if-"

"No," she cut them off, closing her eyes to hide the pain from Adrian as she squeezed their hand tightly. "No, I want to tell you." They pulled into a parking spot at the end of the lot, rain drizzling on the window as the wiper swiped it away with a quiet slowness. With Wanda's free hand, she touched the cold window and held her hand to it, letting it burn her skin. It was then that Adrian began to observe her body language with a close eye, shutting their always listening mind off from hers. "It's a long story, but I lost the boys to Agatha, sort of. The world that I created I also had to destroy which meant losing my boys. And Vision, I lost him to-" she sighed, closing her eyes to block out the tears as she felt the power buzzing in her hands, starting to flare out. She took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, "I h-had to kill him...twice, and both times were seemingly for nothing. So..." she pulled her hand from the window and wiped her tears before they fell, her cold skin piercing her eyes.

Her power was still trying to fire from her hands, willing her to explode but she willed it to stop. Adrian took a quiet breath, taking both of her hands in their own and giving them a gentle and comforting squeeze. Their mind was not in hers but their heart felt the pain radiating from her and hoped to give her some relief. "Thank you for telling me, Wands," they whispered as they watched her face as it had sunk inward with her memories. "I'm here for you," a hand gravitated to Wanda's cheek and cupped it, warming them as her cheeks had chilled with the weather. She turned towards them and found herself wandering into their eyes for comfort. She pulled a hand from theirs and laid it on top of their hand on her cheek. Her power, still emitting, faded as it got closer to their hand and disappeared upon contact.

They let her mind stumble into their eyes and Wanda felt her skin warm when she met their comforting gaze. For a second she saw herself in their mind, laying on their chest. Their arm around her shoulders and stroking her curls, their free hand entangled with hers as they talked - the words were blurred and she felt herself focus in on the feelings. Her ear was pressed to their chest, their skin warm against hers and she heard their heartbeat, felt their chest rise and fall. She felt the gentle tug against her hair as they stroked, their hand gently squeezing hers as their thumb rubbed circles along the back of her hand.

Adrian saw that she'd let herself become immersed in the scene and took shallow, shaky breaths as they took in her feelings. They tried to keep her memories out of their head in an attempt to give her privacy but screams protruded through their blocks. Her screams, her pain, the demons in her chest waded through their mind. They cringed as they tried to push them out, eyes screwed shut, which pulled Wanda from the scene. After a moment of confusion, Wanda realized what they'd done and gave a faint smile, her dreary eyes letting light filter out of them as the weight lifted off of her. She wanted to crawl into their lap and wrap her arms around their neck, forcing herself into their embrace- but she thought against it, instead taking one of their hands in her own and bringing it to her lips, giving it a light kiss.

"You didn't have to do that," she whispered, her eyes withdrawn from theirs. They shook their head softly as they whispered to her mind, 'I wanted to.' Her lips curled upward hearing their voice in her head, she never thought that she'd like someone being able to have access to her mind in that way but the more time she spent with them the more she saw that they were quite respectful when it came to letting themselves into peoples' minds.

Adrian started to hear their electricity buzzing again and stole themselves from the moment by clearing their throat. "We should probably get started on our errands if we want to make our date tonight," they told her coolly and she giggled, they were happy to bring her away from the darkness, even if it meant taking it for themselves.

"You're right," she allowed herself to look them in the eyes for a moment before stealing away. "But, first," she looked around for a moment as she felt confusion rise to their face. She took a deep breath as quiet as she could manage before she adjusted in the seat so she was on her knees and bent over, resting her hands on the center console. Their faces were inches apart and she could feel their breath hitch as they gave her a once over before she moved a hand to their upper thigh. The other went to their face and cupped their cheek, pulling them into a kiss.

The kiss was short lived, she pulled away, "thank you," she whispered as her green bore into their hazel. They nodded, letting their tongue poking past their lips as she sat back in her seat. "Ready?" she asked them with a toothy grin, her hand on the door handle. They closed their eyes as a grin made its way up their cheeks, giving her a curt nod as they opened their door and pulled the keys out of the ignition simultaneously.

As Wanda left the car, pulling a hood over her head, Adrian made their way to her side, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside the grocery store to get out of the rain. Wanda realized that they weren't the type to talk more than they needed to, a person of few words. But with her, they seemed willing to talk about any and everything; pointing out interesting things in the store, things they thought she'd like, explaining their tasks for the day, telling her about their family's routine with the store. She adored it, no one had talked to her like this since Vision died. Their kindness towards her gave Wanda a toothache and butterflies simultaneously.

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drowning-inmysleep · 11 months

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cruel angels requiem

"He was a good friend of mine, He died. Why write about him now? Gotta honor him somehow." June 11th, 2023 I received three calls in a row from my dad while I was at work. His father, my grandfather, has been sick for the past year and it's been progressively getting worse. Once I noticed the missed call I stepped outside to call him back, fearing my grandfather's condition had worsened. He picked up and I asked him frantically "Are you okay? What's going on?" he told me his phone has been having issues lately and he must of accidentally called me. I ask him again if anything was going on, and to that he said no. We continued our conversation like usual, me making jokes at the way his phone made his voice sound, and ended the call as I went back into work.

I was relieved what I feared/felt in my heart wasn't true but still couldn't shake the feeling that someday soon my grandfather will pass and I won't ever hear him call me baby and kiss my head when I hugged him goodbye again.

It was a long shift, about 10 hours, I got home late. I worked on finishing my project for school, was confirmed that I passed the course and spent the rest of the night drinking modelos and playing Diablo 4 in celebration. That night (last night) when I went to sleep I remembered the call I had with my dad, thought a lot about my grandpa and fell asleep. I had a lucid dream again, in which I was at my grandparents house watching a movie with them. My grandma was in the kitchen, leaving me and my grandpa alone in the living room. He looked at me and asked if I remembered the movie we were watching, I did but not enough to fully recall. He told me "this was that movie me and your grandma rented when you were a kid, the one that scared you so bad you had to sleep in bed with us!" and laughed, I laughed too. We must of watched the entire movie in that dream, and when it was over he looked at me and said "You know I'll always love you, right?". I didn't know why he was telling me this out of the blue, but then in the dream I remembered the call I had from my dad (in real life) the day before. I told him I loved him too, and that I was sorry I wasn't around as much the past few years. He told me not to worry about that, and said he's always asking about me. My grandma (from the kitchen) joined in and said the same thing, that he always asked about me. I woke up after that, and went about my day. I have dreams like this often and didn't think too much of it, though I remembered my sister calling me in the dream, which is what woke me up. Around 2:00pm my sister called me three times, I missed them, and she texted me "Please call me back". I called her back, she'd informed me that my grandfather had passed away. I didn't cry when I talked to her, maybe because she was crying so much. That's how it always is, I never cry when I talk to my sister, because it'll make her cry even more. We talked for awhile, she told me that his condition suddenly worsened this weekend. This morning he was in critical condition, and my father and aunt came over to take him to the hospital. He died a few hours later. I still didn't cry, but once she passed the phone to my mom I broke down.

I've spent the entire day talking to my family over the phone, since I live a few states away and it's all I can do for now. I've heard them all cry, and all tell me how much my grandfather loved me, and how much he'd ask about me. They told me he was proud of me, and I knew that.

I'm writing this during my final class for school, this is my way of processing and understanding where I'm at mentally. I have severe issues with disassociation, and felt myself falling into that earlier today. Whenever this issue first cropped up in my life, I was 14 and that's also when the lucid-drowning-dreams began. Whenever I have lucid dreams it's almost like a warning to me that something is about to shift.

When I spoke to my father, he told me he and my brother also had a feeling in the pit of their stomach this weekend. That something was about to happen, that our grandfather would pass.

I have so much to say about him, and so many moments in which he was there for me when no one else could be. He was a very sweet man, with rough hands and tough/large exterior. The type of guy that you might be intimidated to speak to, but once you do He had been to prison a few times, and was involved in organized crime up until my youngest aunt was born. There are lots of stories in which my dad or one of my aunts recalls him coming home late at night, with blood on his hands and shoes.

I don't know the specifics of what he was involved in, but if I had to guess it was probably cargo theft / redistribution. He stopped being immediately involved and started a construction company whenever my brother was born, his first grandchild.

My family comes from a rough industrial Midwest neighborhood called Spanish Lake, in Missouri. Known as one of the top ranked "Dying communities in the United States", Spanish Lake was blighted by institutionalized and commercialized racism. My parents talk about when the first black family moved into Spanish Lake, and how white residents would burn crosses on their lawn. I have 3 aunts, Tricia, Kristen and Bianca. Bianca is not related by blood, but is my aunt Kristen's (Aunt KK) childhood bestfriend. Bianca was black, and the second or third black family to move into Spanish Lake. When she was a teenager and hanging around my aunt KK a lot, her father and her had issues. He was physically abusive to the point that my entire family knew, the night Bianca fought back he hurt her so bad that she had to go to the ER, and he then told her she was disowned and not allowed to return. Bianca then went to my dad's teenage house, and upon learning what happened my grandfather took Bianca in as his own. Her father came to the house a few days later to apologize, my grandfather let him in and kept watch on the situation. Bianca told him that she would not return, and that my grandparents would be taking care of her from that point on. In response to that he got up and began to yell, and get violent. My grandfather came out of the kitchen and took him outside. He told KK and Bianca to get to their room and lock the doors. Apparently my grandfather tried to talk him down, to which Bianca's father said that Bianca was no longer his daughter. My grandfather knocked him out and dragged him off the property, waited for him to wakeup before telling him never to come near her again. from that point on Bianca was my dad and aunts sister, she and KK loved taking care of me when I was a baby.

Bianca loved my grandfather, would call him dad sometimes, but mostly called him Johnny. Her father never returned. When I was a child I had a lot of difficult with anxiety, and would skip school often. Half the time my Grandpa would pick me up once the principals called my parents, since he knew the route I had to take to walk home. Everytime he'd pick me up, ask me how I was doing, and drive me home. He never got mad at me or punished me for this, just made sure I got home safe and was okay. A few years after that I had fallen into a deeper bout of anxiety/matured depression, and I tried to kill myself multiple times. The first time my dad found me, the second time my brother found me, the third time my grandfather found me. The third time, my grandfather was tipped off by my sister that I'd been making her worry and was locked in the bathroom. I won't go into the details of the process, but she kept trying to get me to leave and I wouldn't. She was screaming and crying, and eventually I heard the front door open. I heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs, walk up to the bathroom door. In a instant the locked door was broken open, my grandfather rushing in. He said "oh my god, baby!" when he saw me, picked me up and put me over his shoulder and took me outside, telling my sister to stay inside and lock the door. I was so scared, he'd never shown any anger or violence towards me but if he did then, I wouldn't of been surprised. He didn't put me down, I was 17 years old at the time and 5"8. He was in his 60s, and held me so tight off the ground while he pet the back of my head and repeated "oh my god Alex". He kissed the side of my head over and over again, and told me we were going to the hospital. I immediately felt the deepest sense of regret I've ever felt in my life, as my grandfather cried and told me "There is no way in this life that you will die before me". It's hard to talk about the details of this, but I had told him I was tired of taking medicine for depression and anxiety all the time and I wanted to quit everything. I told him I needed something to hold onto, and all he said back was "hold onto this" and held out his hand. After that day I never again attempted suicide, I was put in a hospital for a month and a half, my grandfather visited multiple times a week. The first time he did, he gave me an envelope and said it was from him and my father. There were two letters inside, one written by my grandfather and another by my father. They were heartfelt, multi paged letters saying all the things that were too hard to in person I assume. My grandfather's letter was where he told me about his criminal background, and how dark the world had seemed until he met my grandmother Pam, and until he saw the faces of his children. He told me thought about suicide too. Most importantly he finished the letter saying "I will always love you, I do not feel any anger or disappointment in you at all for this." He said when he saw me he knew I'd be trouble, but that I'd be loved and favorited by my family. And that was true, I was a problem child, had a lot of issues up until I moved out/got kicked out, but at the same time everyone in my family loved me very much. My grandparents and my aunts would fight over watching me and taking care of me. I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house. If my grandfather wouldn't of broken that door down I don't know if I'd be writing this out now. I know both of those stories are harrowing examples of the love he showed me and everyone in his life, but at the same time that's who he is. He's someone that's been through so many problems and scenarios, yet he handled all of them and put his family before himself.

I remember when I was 10 I got a guitar for my birthday, and I'd never played but he told me to plug it in and play. I did for a few hours and he sat there watching me, even though it probably sounded horrible.

The last time I saw him he asked me about how music was going and I told him it was alright, and that I was in town to play a show with my friends. He asked if I got paid for it and I told him yeah, I get paid pretty handsomely. He told me how proud he was and how great that is, saying he knew it's what I always wanted.

Seeing him these last two times was really hard, he was a decayed version of himself and was very weak. Still a large, imposing figure, but one with a fragile shell. I ate dinner with him and my Grandma. Me and my Grandma went outside to smoke cigarettes', and during she told me how scared she was of him passing away. She told me he was her world, that he'd been with her for 50 years.

I was sad to see my grandma like this, however I decided to speak to her like anyone would. We had a very real conversation about all of it, and while it was sad, I was happy to speak with her in a way that proved I had grown up, and different from the kid my grandpa found in the bathroom.

today I spoke with her and she told me "Your grandfather loved you so much baby, he was always asking about you. You know he always loved you right? He was so proud of you."

I cried harder than I did all day, and typing this out I'm crying again.

I think i'm a lot like my grandfather, from toughness / roughness around the edges, to not being afraid to show love to those around us. A few years back at a family get together my grandfather was asking me about my new tattoos. I showed him a cross I'd poked into myself on my finger, he pulled out his hand (The one he 'gave' to me in the story above) and showed me he had the same cross tattooed on the same finger. He'd done it himself as well, in prison. My dad's family always calls me baby. They call everyone that, it's something that's seeped into the way I speak. They're the type to kiss the side of your head when they say goodbye.

When I think about showing love or speaking to the ones I love, I think about how my grandfather would talk to me.

today I'm remembering the last time I saw him, two weeks ago. he hugged me tighter than he had in a long time, kissed my head, said "I love you baby you come back soon", and I left.

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heyidkyay · 2 years

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Hii! I’ve really wanted to get back into writing for the longest time now, and after reading these beautiful books and watching season one of The summer I turned pretty, I figured I’d try to write a series based around it:)

Not sure who the endgame will be as of yet but feel free to msg me ideas if you enjoy the first part! Just a forewarning the themes used will be similar to those in the books.

Hope you like it??

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Paper cuts.

Summary: Aurelia Cunnings, eighteen, freshly graduated, and stranded with no real family to phone or friends to reach out to. The past year has been a neverending nightmare, one she can’t seem to escape from. But will this be the summer to change all?

Part One.

Part two>

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I had nothing. Nothing and no one.

As I sat there, on the side of the road, phone clutched tightly in my fisted hand, that was all I could think of. I had no way out this time. No friends I could call. No family that would be interested. Nothing.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I inhaled a staggered breath, dropping my head into the space my knees had created.

My bags. Just the two of them, an old duffle and all too overused backpack, waited patiently on the curb beside me.

Term time had just ended, and summer had just begun. But yet, here I still was, stranded a million miles from the place I knew was no longer my home and the school I’d been forced to leave.

Well, I say leave, but how else was I supposed to describe it? I had just graduated, I had college waiting for me in the fall if I could still somehow make that prospect work, and everyone had already cleared out for the summer.

They had meant to be there- my family. Mum had texted me ahead of time upon hearing from the school’s pa, but then she’d missed graduation, skipped out on my leavers ceremony, and gone completely off the grid. And by that I mean, she practically upped and left the country. Left me. Stranded and alone, figuring I already had some place to go.

And I might have, once upon a time. Before- before everything that happened last October.

I sighed and willed myself not to cry. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t. I was stronger than the emotions she brought out in me. I wouldn’t cry, not for her.

“Fuck!” I cursed underneath my breath, already rubbing at my tired eyes.

I hadn’t slept well in, weeks? Months? But the last couple of days had been stressful. Too difficult to describe. And too horrendous to even think about. All I wanted was a warm bed.

I chewed my lip harshly as I tapped my thumbnail against the side of my phone. The screen came to life when I accidentally hit the power button but instead of letting it dim out, I forced myself to scroll through my contacts once more. There had to be someone, anyone, decent enough to-

My chest tightened on its own accord as my eyes came across one familiar name.

I thought it over, once, twice, then before I could think better of it I hit call.

Another shaky breath escaped me as I held the phone up to my ear. It rang. One. Two. Three.

“Hello? Aurelia, is that you, sweetheart?”

I gulped upon hearing her voice and couldn’t help the way I completely fell apart when I finally answered.

“Susannah.” I sobbed.

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The drive to the airport wasn’t a long one, but the flight from Chicago to Massachusetts was. And even though I now had a place to go, somewhere safe, somewhere warm, I still couldn’t will my exhausted body to sleep. Not when my phone call with Susannah was still so fresh in my mind.

It had been months since I’d last seen her. I think the last time we spoke had been in early May the previous year.

A few years prior, my father had egged me into volunteering at one of her many charity events. I’d been fifteen and from the very first moment I saw Susannah, I knew she was the kind of woman I wanted to grow up to be.

Though I’d been helping out, we never crossed paths much, not when there had been a billion other kids doing the exact same job as me. Some forced there by overzealous parents, others just looking for something else to add to their college app.

But looking back, I don’t know how, and I really don’t recall when, but Susannah Fisher grew quite fond of me. So much so, that by the time the next event rolled around that same year she had dubbed me as her executive little helper.

I’d been so pleased with the title. Susannah had a simple way of making any and everyone feel important.

I’m not ashamed to say I grew rather attached, and it wasn’t surprising to say the very least, my own mother and I had never seen eye to eye. She was far too busy in her own world. She left almost everything to do with me down to my dad. My brother on the other hand, had always been her golden boy. The school’s quarterback. Prom King. He had it all. And me? I’d only craved her attention from the sidelines.

Susannah was the complete opposite of my mother.

She was warm, where my mother was cold and closed off.

Susannah laughed, loudly and without care, whilst my mother rarely ever smiled.

She painted for hours on end and spoke of her sons as though they were her greatest achievement. And in a way, I knew that they were. She was the perfect role model. In the time we spent together we bonded and I came to look at her as the mother figure I’d missed out on.

The last real conversation I’d had with my mother was almost six years ago now. I’d been twelve, just declared the vice captain of my cheer team. A team I had only joined to appease her. She had been so proud. Practically paraded me around to all of her friends.

When I’d quit after a bad fall a year later, I had seen the disappointment in her eyes. She could hardly stand to look at me, even though my grades had never slipped below an A, and I had forced myself to try out for the school talent show whilst my leg healed up. I’d come in second place, by the way, the runner up to a group of seniors who had choreographed an extensive dance routine. Not that she had even attended.

My dad had though. He always came through.

But that was in the past now.

I shook my head to clear my mind and instead focused my attention on the plane’s cabin. An air hostess further up front smiled at me all as she took to her place just in time for the pilot to announce our descent.

This was it, I thought as I buckled my seatbelt, this was the start to my summer.

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luxiwems · 2 years

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the train <3

part two !

an: this is for the homies and the homies only >:3

synopsis: uki only has one guest bedroom and doesn’t see the problem with ren and kyo sharing a bed, but kyo does ;)

“are you kidding me?” kyo grumbled. not only was he forced in the back seat with ren, completely pressed against him because fulgur occupied the front seat, but now he was forced to share a room with him too? it’s not that he disliked ren, he just liked his personal space. yeah. that’s all.

“you act like i’m a germ” ren pouted tossing his suitcase on a chair uki had in the corner while kyo stared at his own bag that was on the bed. “i’m sorry but i usually don’t like sharing a bed with a man-alien?-man alien? i just met.” kyo huffed, puffing his cheeks out in annoyance. “i know it isn’t the best circumstance either..but i promise to respect your boundaries! would you prefer i slept on the floor?” ren asked starting to take out his tooth brush and other things he’d need to get ready for bed. “yes..” kyo grumbled.

boy did he regret that. kyo looked over at the clock, 11:37 pm, not once had ren complained about having to lay on the hardwood with a little pillow and a blanket that didn’t even cover his whole body due to his height. “oh my god fine-“ he whispered before sitting up and flicking a light on. “just get on the bed ren.” ren was very quick to listen, climbing up on the other side of kyo. though he noticed the smaller one doing something interesting. he built a wall of pillows between them. one he couldn’t even see kyo over. ren didn’t say anything about it, just laid down on his respective side of the pillow fort.

as time went on, kyo finally fell asleep and ren was left awake with his thoughts. he knew that kyo obviously didn’t think that greatly of him and now he was forced to share a bed with that same person? ren would be annoyed too. so there he laid. refusing to move a muscle, refusing to fall asleep. he didn’t want to take the chance of accidentally breaking the literal boundary kyo had set between them. eventually ren looked over, a small smile on his face when he’d noticed that kyo had just about knocked down his own pillow wall. he gently pulled the covers up on kyo, making sure he was safe and comfortable. ren completely laid down now. figuring the best idea was to close his eyes and get some rest.

the next time ren woke up was when he felt something nudge him a couple times. rather than seeing an angry awake kyo, there was a sleeping thrashing one who seemed to be overwhelmed by a dream he was having. ren wasn’t totally sure what to do at first but he could definitely tell this nightmare wasn’t good for kyo. gently ren decided to wake him, “kyo..?” he whispered softly shaking the others shoulder. at first kyo didn’t move at all, just continuing to cry in his sleep. in a last ditch effort, ren sat up and flicked a light on. he then quickly pulled kyo into his arms and just held him tightly. “it’s okay kyo..” he whispered.

that’s how they stayed for a minute until kyo woke up. rather than fighting ren like usual, he was quick to cling to rens shirt while driving his face in the taller ones neck. “i know..it’s okay..” ren whispered again, gently rocking the two of them together. kyo just cried softly, keeping his head hidden almost as if he was shameful. “i know it’s not much..but if you need me to i can let go, i didn’t want to overstep-“ ren was immediately cut off by kyo clinging even harder to him. “okay..” he laughed softly, “i’ve got you. i don’t need to let go just yet.”

ren adjusted them slowly, moving so his back was up against the headboard and kyo was ragdolled in his lap with his head on rens chest. “just follow the sound of my breathing to regulate your own, yes?” ren smiled gently rubbing at kyos back who just nodded. if ren was honest, apart of him was enjoying this. ren was always a physical person and this is how we best showed his love, even if it was platonic. “can i do anything else for you kyo?” ren asked, moving some of kyo’s hair out of his face to see him properly.

“just stay..” was the first thing kyo had said since he woke up. clearly what ren was doing was working to calm kyo down so the alien boy decided to stay put. he talked to kyo about random things like how he met uki, his favourite type of music, and why he hates his home planet. after awhile, kyos responses stopped coming, all that was left was lil soft snores and breathing sounds. ren had successfully put him back to sleep. with a small smile ren slowly laid down, kyo still pressed against his chest as he did so. with a small kiss to kyos temple ren pressed him close before closing his own eyes and getting some much needed rest.

in the morning when he got up, kyo seemed to be slightly confused as to why he was in a bundle of snuggles with ren. it took him about a minute before he remembered the previous nights events. he whimpered slightly in protest due to having been so open and vulnerable, something he usually wasn’t okay with. he shifted slightly, checking his phone not only for the time but to see if uki had messaged anything to him about plans for the day.

during all of this, ren had slowly woken up. subconsciously he pulled kyo in tighter, head immediately sinking into the boys neck. “ren…?” kyo asked just a little dumbfounded by the aliens sudden confidence. there was no reply. ren had fallen back asleep like this. kyo just laughed softly, patting his shoulder as he uttered.

“rest well…ren.”

#iluna #kyo kaneko #kyo x ren #nijisanji #nijisanji iluna #ren x kyo #ren zotto

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thedoodlersdomain · 1 year

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Okay, so after losing motivation and falling out of the fandom for a bit (changes in hyperfixations + other personal stuff) I AM FINALLY BACK!! And to celebrate I am making a random headcanon(?) post.

→ So, now I present to you, fellow dndads enjoyer: Things that happened to me/that I did as a kid that I associate with Lark Oak-Garcia (+ A bit of Sparrow).

— Him and Sparrow would grab a duvet and wrap it around themselves to slide down the stairs from the top as fast as they could.

— Went through a phase of only sleeping in a sleeping bag for like a few months, which included: sleeping on the floor, under the bed, in the wardrobe, and once in the bathtub.

— Played on the trampoline but bounced so weirdly that he went straight through the protective netting surrounding it and smashed his head on the corner of a wooden bench.

— Ran a bath for himself but refused to open a window or add enough cold water that it was a relaxing temperature and so he accidentally ended up making himself overheat so much that when he got out of it he immediately passed out and threw up in the bathtub.

— Had wall crayons to keep him entertained in the bath as a kid

— Would run around the house and slide on the floors with socks as a kid. But the floor in the kitchen was wooden and there was a panel that was always too small and would shift back and forwards out of place right at the entrance so everytime he’d run into the kitchen he’d step on it and it would shoot forward and he’d just go crashing backwards to the floor and smack his head on the ground every single time.

— Ate playdoh because the salty taste was actually the best but did it so much his mum refused to by it and so he made a shitty microwave substitute.

— Snapped crayons and pencils when he got pissed off because it was the only non-violent way he could think of expressing that kinda anger as a young kid.

— Used to scribble drawings on the underside of the dinner table and eventually it was absolutely covered in squiggles.

— I know the Oak-Garcias are more of a sandle family but as a kid who grew up with crocs, Lark gives me immense croc vibes. Like he’d either wear crocs or just deadass go barefoot, no in between.

— Ran on rocky concrete with bare feet, stumbled and scraped his toe knuckles all up on it (that shit hurts so much).

— Clipped his ankles way too many times trying to do scooter tricks.

— Got really bad sleep paralysis a few times as a kid and hallucinated. It messed him up real bad and made him scared of the dark for a long time, even if he’d never admit it.

— Put a ZhuZhu pet on the top of his head, pressed the button on it’s back and just it just caught his hair all up in the wheels and had to be cut out.

— Loved: Ben 10, Power Rangers, Skylanders, Pokémon.

— Hates the taste of milk and refused to drink it.

— Ate an entire packet of orange flavoured vitamin gummies because they tasted nice. Same with fruit flavoured glucose tables.

— Made potions in the toilet and mud pies outside in the gutters with Sparrow while pretending to be wizards.

— Let kids in his primary school believe that he couldn’t feel pain and just learned to suppress and dull out any reactions to it when they would pinch him or twist his arms into weird positions to test it one time (which absolutely fucking hurt) because he was too stubborn and didn’t want to show pain so he could look cool.

— Steal things from the classrooms of teachers he hated purely out of spite because they were targeting him that lesson (has like 6 pairs of scissors, a bunch of dice, some pens, and a handful of counters.

— Loves scaring the shit out of people.

— Kept getting distracted and running away so had to be put on a leash.

— Accidentally dislocated a girls finger by passing a netball too hard and fast.

— Got a tennis ball stuck in a metal grate fence because he hit it too hard at it.

— Ate cat biscuits.

— Him and Sparrow would make parachutes out of string and bags and strap action men and dolls to them then throw them out of the window.

— The twins would also pretend to be spies and had several notebooks full of random rambling and notes about random conversations they overheard their parents talking about.

— They kept throwing reusable ice packs into the neighbours’ gardens because it was funny.

— Told a kid he knew to fuck off in year 2 (that’s like 6/7 years old for Americans)

— Kept throwing out bread to befriend pigeons and become their king.

— Physically cannot stop himself from swapping the first letters of two words. E.g saying ‘candle wax’ as “wandle cax”, or ‘leather boots’ as “beather loots”.

— Kicks in his sleep.

— Would put a bunch of pillows at the bottom of the stairs and slowly work their way up the stairs jumping onto the starting from the bottom, until they were fully launching themselves from the top of the stair case.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #lark oak #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak #oak twins #s1 teens #headcanon #dndads headcanon

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