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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Needy

Summary:

Warnings: Drugs / alcohol use, fluffy as heck

Author’s Note: A little bit of a shorter one but I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much for this request, requests are still open if you have any other suggestions xoxo

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It was like there was a little instinct in you that only switched on when you knew he was going out. Normally, you were a deep sleeper, Rafe always joked that you wouldn’t wake up even if the house was on fire - although he reminded you he’d gladly look like the knight in shining armour that carried you out. Though, in the nights when Rafe was out - at a party, drinking on a yacht somewhere, at the bar - you had an instinct in you that woke you up to the quietest noise. Part of you was aware of the fact that you only woke up because you never slept well when Rafe wasn’t in bed with you anyway, but it was nice to think that it was just a protective little intention inside of you to want to know he was home safe.

Your phone pings and the screen glows around your room, casting shadows over the the walls with the blue light. The small bubble of a notification grows over the lockscreen you had of Rafe - a photo of him eyes shut and grinning at you on the beach, you’d snapped it in the quick second before he realised you were taking a photo. The message, of course, is from him too.

R yuo awaek???

You roll your eyes and laugh a little, squinting against the brightness of the screen as you go to respond.

I am now! Everything okay baby?

He is typing almost instantly but the bubble appears and disappears - clearly with his attempts at writing and rewriting the message without mistakes.

caann i come inn?

Before you can even start to respond, you hear the drum of lazy knocking on your front door, out of rhythm and loud against the wood in the quiet of your house. You push the bed sheets off of your frame and hurry downstairs, Rafe’s shirt open over your bikini-like pyjamas.

You unlatch the door and poke your head around the frame, eyeing Rafe who is leant against one side of the arch surrounding the front door. His eyes are half shut, one arm underneath his head against the brick frame, his lips parted.

“Hello sunshine,” You laugh quietly, you open the door a little wider, glancing behind you to make sure the sound of his knocking hadn’t woken up your parents or, worse, your brother.

“(Y/N)!” Rafe grins lazily, dragging out the last syllable of your name, his eyes trying to open and clearly failing, “You’re…. Here.”

“At my own home? Yes,” You giggle, “If you come inside do you promise to be quiet?”

He pushes himself to stand up straight, wiggling a finger in your direction, “I’ll be so…” Rafe pauses as a belch rises in his chest, “Quiet.”

You shake your head, “Okay, don’t say anything until we get into my room okay?”

Rafe nods exaggeratively and then groans at the feeling in his head, outstretching his hands in a grabby motion for you to take. You lace your fingers with one of his hands and wrap your closer arm around his back, trying to somewhat support his weight as he towers over you.

“Alright, one step at a time big guy,” You sigh, holding onto him tightly as he stumbles towards the stairs.

Rafe grips tightly onto the bannister as the two of you ascend the winding staircase, wrapping up towards your room.

“Are your parents here?” Rafe hisses, his attempt at being quiet in the silent house.

“They are, yeah,” You stumble with his weight against your side, “I don’t think you want to say hello to them right now though.”

He grumbles something under his breath as the two of you finally reach your bedroom and you quickly shut and bolt the door behind you, flicking on the light against the wall so that the room glows with a yellow-white light. Rafe flops himself down onto your bed, spreading his arms out either side of him like a starfish.

“No, no, no,” You reach out your arms for him to pull himself back up, “Sit up for me.”

He groans and sits himself forward, slumping a little as his shoulders drop. You crouch down so that you’re as close to his eyeline as you can get.

“Can you look at me, babe?” You squeeze his hands and he eventually forces his eyes open, squinting at you until they relax and open normally.

The colour of his eyes is darkened by the way his pupils have dilated so widely, the whites of his eyes tainted a little by red bloodshot lines.

“What have you had tonight, Rafe?” You run a hand over the side of his face, where his cheeks are red and there’s a graze running down from his temple to his cheekbone.

He shakes his head, “Too much.”

“Yeah?” You laugh, “Do you want to go to bed?”

He shakes his head again.

“Do you need to be sick?”

Another shake.

“What do you want?”

“I want a bath,” He grumbles, pouting like a child.

“Rafe, it’s like two in the morning, you don’t need a bath,” You shake your head, trying so desperately hard to not give in when he looked this adorable.

“I do,” He nods his head once again, “Pleaaaaaaseeeee.”

You take a deep breath in and let it out, “Alright, come on then sleepy. But you need to be quiet, you need to not fall asleep in the bath, and you need to not drown in the bath.”

He giggles, hiccuping halfway through, “Promise.”

Rafe follows behind you as you go into your en-suite, flicking the light on and telling him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. He follows suit and plops himself down, leaning his head against the wall with his eyes fluttering shut.

“So you had a good night?” You ask, running your hand underneath the water to check the temperature.

He nods slowly, “Are you mad at me?”

You turn around midway through pouring some bubble bath under the stream of water, frowning, “Why would I be?”

His eyes open enough to see you, “Why would you be?”

“Stop answering my questions with other questions,” You laugh, walking over to him.

He opens up his arms and you step into them, his head turning to press the side against your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp just gently. He hums against the contact, tightening his hold around you.

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, his breath fanning hot over your mid-drift.

“Crash and burn?” You smile, bending down to kiss the top of his head.

You pull his arms from around you and go to turn off the tap to the bath, swirling your hand around the water to check that it wasn’t too hot.

“Alright, you can get in,” You encourage, “I’ll be back in a second.”

By the time you get back, he’s already in the bath, his head tilted back against the side of it, eyes shut but his hands moving through the water enough for you to know he’s still awake. You sit down on the toilet seat and tuck your legs beneath you, a book in your hand.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, poking one eye open to watch you.

“Making sure you don’t drown,” You shrug nonchalantly, “If I leave you’re going to go to sleep.”

He mumbles something incoherently before saying, “What are you reading?”

“Daisy Jones and The Six,” You respond.

“Read it to me.”

“I don’t think it’s your kind of thing,” You laugh but you know he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

With that, he sinks his head beneath the water and comes back up, hair sticking damp against the sides of his head, and you start to read from the chapter you were just on, pausing every so often when he asked questions about the characters he didn’t know, or when he started to hiccup and you would wait until he was done.

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Half an hour later, Rafe has reluctantly decided to get out of the bath and you’ve got back into bed, waiting for him to come back out of the bathroom. He’s wearing just his boxers, stumbling a little on his way towards the bed. He flops himself down, sighing in relief at the feeling.

You outstretch your arms and he crawls into them, his head on your chest, his legs bent at an angle so that they don’t stick out at the end of the mattress. He yawns and buries himself closer to you, pressing lazy kisses over your chest.

“Don’t let me go out again,” He grumbles, “Just tell me to stay in with you.”

You laugh and run your hand through his hair, “You say this every time you go to one of those parties.”

He groans, “I mean it.”

He tightens his arms around you, pulling himself impossibly closer with no space between. Eventually, his breaths start to even out and there’s the low rumble of a snore against your chest, his breath fanning out over your skin. You shuffle to make yourself more comfortable, your arm starting to tingle underneath him. One more kiss to the top of his head and you let yourself fall asleep too, sleeping better than you ever would without him here.

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cherhys · 1 year

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Kiss the Cook(s)

Dad!Cassian x Reader

Summary: You come home after a long day to find a mess in the kitchen, but the joyous laughter and babble coming from that direction make up for it.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, mention of sex (direct/indirect)

Notes: Easing my way back into the writing world with a short and disgustingly sweet (with a little teasing ofc) piece. I can’t just come out swinging after a month of nothing (eek) y’know? I’ve been into spontaneous baking now that I’m home from uni and thus this baby was whipped up. Hope you didn’t miss me too much! xx

You rolled your neck as you stepped into the House of Wind, hoping to loosen the tension you amassed throughout the day. Today had been abysmal on every front—the Autumn Court was rejecting new terms you proposed as advisor of the Night Court, Mor was unsuccessful in Vallahan again, and the stack of papers on your desk seemed to grow taller regardless of how many you reviewed. A dull pain was beginning to throb behind your eyes. A nice, long soak with some lavender bath salts should do the—

A happy squeal punctured through the haze of your never-ending frustration. Had you imagined the sound? After the day you’ve had, hallucinations wouldn’t be so shocking, however, another bubbly gurgle reached your ears. Your smile was nearly immediate. You should’ve noticed the happily glowing light in your chest was particularly bright today. Sugary-smelling goodness flooded your senses like a balm to your fraying nerves.

Your feet can’t carry you to the kitchen fast enough, excitement coursing through your veins. However, upon entering the kitchen, you ground to a halt, failing to process the scene before you. Your eyes don’t know where to look first. The kitchen was an absolute mess. Utensils and bowls covered every surface that wasn’t already splattered with various questionable ingredients. Your eyebrows raised at the– were those mashed potatoes on the counter? Frankly, you couldn’t tell, but the bulk of the mess covered your mate and baby girl.

Your little girl was sitting in her high chair so she could reach the tall counter and was unceremoniously stirring some batter of sorts, though a good chunk of it now splattered the countertop. Miraculously, your daughter looked better than your mate did—various stains of egg, batter, butter and other ingredients cover Cassian. You’re pretty sure those were eggshells in his hair. The two look so happy, making whatever concoction of ingredients they’ve lumped together, so how could you be upset, even if flour had somehow made it to your high ceilings? Neither one had noticed you yet, and you took in the sweet sight as they giggled and played together.

Cassian had put your daughter in her “Kiss the Cook” bib, a twin to his own apron. You dimly wondered if he had a shirt underneath as you couldn’t see any sleeves or collar. Your heart clenched at the sweet gaze he reserved only for your baby girl, his sure hand lifting to rub some batter on her button nose. Cassian bent closer, and your daughter shoved her chubby fist into the batter and smooshed it onto his stubbled jaw. You burst out laughing as he caught her hand in his mouth, and she gave a giddy squeal.

Two sets of wide hazel eyes turned to look at you, first in shock and then with uncontained glee. They let out chorused cheers that only further fuelled your laughter. Their twin grins (you’ve always loved that your daughter got Cassian’s beaming smile, but Cauldron, your genetics were null) somehow get all the brighter.

Your daughter made grabby hands at you, and you couldn’t help but coo and kiss her batter-laden cheeks.

“Hello, my darlings.” You nuzzle into your babe’s supple neck, her hands grabbing listlessly at your clothing.

“And what about my kiss?” Cassian pouted, pointing to his lips. You rolled your eyes at his antics, only for his kiss to render you breathless. His strong arms circled around you, pulling you into his warm embrace—no shirt it was, then. No matter how long you’d been mated, he never ceases to make it special; as if it’s the first kiss all over again. Your shoulders relax, and your heart flutters at the creeping smile you feel growing on Cassian’s face. He deepens the kiss before your daughter’s bubbly gurgles pull you away from one another.

You don’t get far as Cassian’s arms tighten around you reassuringly, his thumb rubbing a comforting pattern into the curve of your hip.

“What are you making?” You rested your head on his chest, the beat of his heart chipping away at your weariness with every steady ba-dump. He kissed your temple, knowing you must be nursing your headache.

“Chocolate chip cookies.” His proud proclamation was met with happy babbles from your babe, as if she were also excited about the cookies she certainly couldn’t eat.

You surveyed the virtually destroyed kitchen once more, “And baking cookies involves making a large enough mess that Nuala and Ceridwen will curse you for the next decade?”

Cassian shook his head in mock despair, the corners of his lips twitching up, “I’m afraid there are always casualties in battle, sweetheart.”

You babe loudly burbled and waved her tiny fist as if in agreement with her father. The babe had yet to speak, and she was already conspiring with her father against you. You sighed and reluctantly pulled yourself from Cassian’s loving embrace, tugging at his apron, “Well then, you could use all the help you can get, right General?”

The tender smile on his face morphed into something devious, his eyes darkening with mischief, “Depends on what you’re offering, sweetheart.”

You swatted at his shoulder, an offended whine leaving his lips at the hit, “Not in front of our daughter. She can hear you.”

He opened his mouth, ready to retort that your babe was preoccupied with further splattering the batter she had her hands on, but you pulled him tightly to you. You leaned onto your tiptoes, turning your head to his ear as you languorously raked your nails down his exposed side, “You’re welcome to find out how much help I can be later, hmm, General?”

He let loose a slow breath at your whispered sultry tone, his warrior training and your daughter being the only things stopping him from taking you on the counter. A slow smile bloomed across your face at the heated flare of arousal he unconsciously sent down the bond. Before he could respond, you coyly pulled away as if nothing had happened. You turned to your daughter, pinching her sweet cheeks, “Let’s finish these cookies, okay? I think all we need is the chocolate chips.”

Grabbing the bowl with what was left of the batter, you yelped as a loud smack came down on your ass.

“Cassian!” You gasped and rubbed at your sore bum, your cheeks burning as you turned to your mate. Cassian simply gave you a meaningful side-long look that promised more of that later, as he bent to open a cabinet, the timbre of his voice impeccably nonchalant, “Just the chocolate chips, right?”

You stared at him a beat longer, your daughter flapping her little wings clumsily in the silence as you absently smoothed over your surely reddening ass. Cassian raised a brow at you in challenge, and you bit your lip with a nod, “Yes, please.”

His faux-serious look melted into the face of a cock-sure male who knew he’d won as he began to root around in the cabinet. You huffed at his low chuckle, sending enough abrasive feelings down the bond to let him know what an insufferable ass he is.

Loud slapping against the counter broke through the heavy tension in the air, your daughter demanding attention with a wobbling pout. You cooed at her antics, grabbing a towelette to gently wipe her chubby cheeks. You suppressed a sigh at the batter dried to her curls, thinking of the bath that had to happen after the cookies were done.

As if reading your mind, Cassian hummed in thought, “I’ll have to give the little bat a good scrubbing.”

“It is your fault.”

He pleadingly put his hands out, “Look at her! Of course I gave her the batter; you can’t say no to those eyes!”

You both turned to look at your babe, her face lighting up with a gummy smile as she cooed, dark lashes framing her doe eyes. You imperceptibly softened, and Cassian gave a boisterous laugh, “That’s my girl.”

He loudly clapped his hands and placed them on his hips, drawing your attention back to his tanned waist and the muscles peaking from behind the apron, “Alright! Let’s get these done so I can take my girls to bed since it's getting late.”

His wolfish grin only spread as he noticed where your gaze was fixed, “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

Cassian deviously winked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his persistent ridiculousness, your cheeks pinking at having been caught staring.

Cassian tore open the chocolate chips, and you handed a silicone spatula to your daughter for her to teethe on. You both quickly fell into step with one another, seamlessly weaving to mix the batter, line the pans, and finish the treats. The warm, content feeling in your chest further grew as Cassian talked about his day, your babe’s happy chatter in the background. No amount of weariness from the long day at work could take away from the special moments with your family.

Final Notes: Girl dad Cassian >>>> Ugh, I want him so bad. Hope you like it <3

#cassian x reader #cassian/reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian acotar #cassian #cassian fanfic #acotar x reader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #acowar #acosf #cherhys

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sincerelyamee · 4 months

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Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

It all started on that late evening.

You were nestled comfortably in your dorm room, flipping through the heavy Encyclopedia of Water-Based Curses balanced on your knee. The leather binding creaked faintly as you turned each crinkled page, scanning the elaborate illustrations and lengthy descriptions. Your third bottle of mint chocolate milk sat sweating on the desk, the sugary scent mingling with old paper and worn wood polish.

Yes. That’s your definition of chill. After all, you were a jujutsu sorcerer, not fighting curses or having to run for your life totally counted as a chill evening.

You enjoyed learning new things and you loved a quiet room. It was shaping up to be an excellent evening…

Until Gojo popped into your room. Literally. No knocking as usual. Screw this man and his teleport technique and his disregard for manners and politeness. A subtle displacement of air was your only warning. One moment your room was still and quiet, the next - a tall figure in a crisp black outfit and white hair beaming down at you.

“Spices! I’m going to Sendai. I’ll drop by Kikusuian. Want anything?”

Gojo called out, with his bubbly enthusiasm that never failed to make you cringe.

You grimaced down at the pages in front of you.

Spices.

That stupid nickname had haunted you since your first month at the school after Gojo overheard a particularly colorful outburst of yours.

Seriously? You might be a little bit impulsive with your choice of language occasionally. But most of the time, you were the picture of decency and good manners. Gojo started it. Hakari and Kirara had adopted it with glee. And that’s how the nickname stuck. Soon, your real name was forgotten. Even your underclassmen called you Spices.

Spices-senpai. How stupid is that? Now only Principal Yaga called you by your real name, and it’s all Gojo’s fault.

Oblivious to your sour reaction, Gojo leaned casually against your desk, cheerfully babbling on as usual:

“How about I get you your favorite, their Kikufuku mochi? The edamame ones, right? With sweet cream fillings?”

“You mean your favorite.” You corrected flatly.

“Details,” Gojo laughed, waving a dismissive hand. The movement sent a waft of oud and bergamot in your direction. “We both know I have impeccable taste.”

You sighed. Whatever. You were not one to say no to free food, so you nodded.

“Thanks, sensei.”

It’s a truth universally acknowledged, that Gojo Satoru was a glutton for sweet foods and drinks, and would absolutely steal anyone’s treats. That’s why as soon as he plopped down next to you, you immediately moved your mint chocolate milk to the other side, safe and sound from his grabby hand. The man might have just offered to buy you expensive mochi, but you would not sacrifice your mint chocolate milk. Never your mint chocolate milk.

Gojo pouted, like he thought it made him cuter:

“You have so little faith in me, my dear student.”

The best defense is a good offense. You gulped down your mint chocolate milk in one go, maintaining eye contact while at that. It caused him to chuckle. You truly were his most spoiled third year.

As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, you decided to ask:

“Why are you going to Sendai at this hour?”

Surely not just to buy you his favorite mochi?

“I just miss those Kikufuku mochi.” Gojo shrugged, throwing himself casually onto your bed. His weight made the old mattress springs creak in protest. “But I should also probably check on Fushiguro while I’m there. His mission got a bit messy.”

That got your attention.

“Fushiguro? What mission?”

“No big deal.” Gojo examined his nails airily. “Just a collection mission. Easy breezy.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion:

“Collect what?”

“One of the fingers.”

It took you a second to process what ‘finger’ he meant. When it clicked, you nearly crushed the empty milk bottle still clutched in your fist. You were pretty sure at least one of the blood vessels in your brain popped off.

“You sent a first year to collect one of Sukuna’s fucking fingers? Alone?!” You exploded.

Gojo reached out and flicked the tip of your angrily flushed nose:

“Language, Spices.”

He’s trying to distract you, which was not going to happen. You were far too incensed to rein in your temper.

“Are you insane?!” You snapped. “I should have come with him. Anything Sukuna-related is NOT a one-man job!”

(Here's the link to AO3 if you want to read the whole thing.)

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #jujustu kaisen

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Candy heart event is so cool! may i ask for romantic soukoku with XOXO 💙? lee chuuya and ler dazai :) thank you have a nice day!!

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

*does a little happy dance* AHH! God I love Soukoku- they never fail to make me happy kjaekjrakjerjk I've gotcha covered, anon! :D (and thank you for the kind words <3)

XOXO: "Do you like raspberries?"

He was a weird one, Dazai Osamu.

“Oi, what the hell are you doing?” Chuuya all but jumped when something ticklish brushed his stomach. Looking down, he found Dazai nosing his way under his shirt, head and shoulders just hidden beneath the cotton fabric. “Dazai!”

“Dazai’s not here right now, leave a message.” His boyfriend’s response was muffled, the words tickly and leaving Chuuya huffing around a laugh. “Wow, it’s smelly in here.”

“Shut up- if you don’t like it, get out!”

“Noooo, I’m so comfy!” Chuuya rolled his eyes, unable to fight down a laugh. “Hey, Chuuya…I have a question for you.”

“No, you cannot stay there forever, you dork- ah! Don’t bihihihte me!” Chuuya jerked, shoving at the lump against his torso. “Whahaht is it?”

“Do you…like raspberries?”

Oh no. “Dazai, do-hoohohohohohohon’t!” Chuuya all but shrieked as Dazai blew a massive raspberry against his skin, leaving him gasping for air. “Nohohohoohho, stahhahahap thahahahhahhat!”

“Huh? Whatcha say? Keep going?” Dazai called through his shirt, giggling like mad. “Okay!” Another raspberry followed, leaving Chuuya practically levitating out of the bed. “Hehe, you’re so ticklish, chibi!”

“Gehahahahhhahaha stahhahap yohohohohu jehehehehrk! Aheahehahhahahah-AHH!” The third one was so bad he accidentally activated his gravity manipulation. Dazai yelped as he was lifted into the air, nearly touching the roof on his way up. “Thehehehere..sthahhay ohohohover thehehehere.”

“Chuuuya, put me down!” Dazai made grabby hands at him, yelping when they threw him off center. “I want to cuddle yooooou~”

“No more tickling?” Chuuya raised a brow. Dazai pouted some but relented.

“No more tickling- whoa!” The brunette yelped as he was dropped into the pillows, squawking soon after when Chuuya stat on his back and began tickling his ribs. “Nohohohoho yoohoohu shahid noohohoh more tihihiihckling!”

“Yeah, for me.” Chuuya growled, smirking as Dazai wheezed. “It’s your turn!”

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #dorks kjarkjeajkreajkrj

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wooahaes · 1 year

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attentive care

pairing: non-idol!felix x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: menstruation tw (mentions of cramps/blood/cravings)!! intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: my mind rn is rly just felix felix felix rn huh. this probably isnt great but im soft for him rn

there were plenty of upsides to having lazy saturdays in. one of those was waking up to your sleeping face.

felix had woken up before you did for once, and just laid beside you as he watched you sleep. the tiny furrow of your brow, the quiet moan of pain... at first he hadn’t quite caught it, too asleep to fully process anything other than the growing want to kiss your cute, sleepy face...

and then it kind of clicked why all of this felt so familiar. “honey,” he croaked, voice still laced with sleep, and nudged you. “you okay?”

you stirred, only to bury your face into his shoulder with a whimper. another readjustment, and you mumbled out a “lix...” into his t-shirt.

“it’s okay,” he said, unwinding his arms from you. “i’ll make whatever you want later, yeah?”

“i don’t wanna get up.”

felix almost laughed at your whine, ever so endeared by you. “that’s fine,” he said. “i’ll let you wash the blood out of the sheets them--”

another groan and you pushed yourself up, hovering over him for a moment with a pout. “you better be ready to cuddle me when i come back.”

that time he did laugh, watching you crawl out of bed and head toward the bathroom. he curled up a little tighter, already mentally running through different recipes. he knew your craving for sweets would need to be satiated (you’d always say you wanted sweets, but felix, with two sisters, always thought you needed them because he never understood how a person could bleed every month or so and not need a little something sweet to get them through their day), and he was more than ready to bake something for you once he had a chance to run to the store. but if you wanted cuddles, then who was he to deny you of that?

you returned to the bedroom, more awake than before. the moment he let out a high-pitched “jagiya~” he could see the way you rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. his range never failed to amuse you. “come cuddle,” he cooed in that same high pitched voice, trying to earn a real smile from you as he reached toward you with grabby hands. “jagiya!”

and sure enough, he could see you turn away for just a moment to hide a smile from him. “god, i hate your range.”

he giggled, pulling you happily back into his arms. “did you take medicine?” when you hummed, he cuddled closer to you. “good. you should think about what you want me to bake for you later.”

“you don’t have to do that, you know,” you shut your eyes, feeling felix’s forehead as it fell into the back of your shoulder. “i’ll be okay.”

“honey?”

and you let out a sigh, knowing that felix knew you a little too well now. “i’ll think about it,” you pouted. “you spoil me.”

“you’re in pain,” he said, “the least i could do is give you something sweet.”

and your friends benefit from it, too, you wanted to say. you knew he’d make extra and deliver those to his friends. plus...even if you didn’t want a ton of sweets, you knew felix liked feeling useful. if not sweets, then you’d let him make dinner even though it was your night to cook. at the very least, you’d let him help. it made him happy, and seeing him happy always made you happier in return (and maybe it’d make you want to kiss that cute smile, too).

“baby?” he said, hot breath hitting your skin as he spoke in a lower voice. you could feel it rumble in his chest. “i love you.”

cuddling further into his warm embrace, you let out a blissful sigh. “i love you, too.”

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buckybeardreams · 1 year

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Saw this post by @petersoftparker, and wanted to write some time travel Starker... It did not turn out the way I thought it would lol, but I wrote this little thing, and I think it's kinda a cool concept, so I might expand on it

I kinda love the idea of Tony's whole life revolving around Peter, and that a young Tony spent the rest of his life seeking out Peter, waiting for him to be born, and trying to be worthy of him, all because of an encounter with his future self and a future Peter Parker, and also I love how that encounter shapes not only Tony, but their future relationship

And of course, it involves daddy kink and teen Peter, cuz I couldn't not go there, I just freaking love that age gap lol

"Nuh-uh, I don't fucking think so," Tony said, shoving his younger self back. "Your Peter Parker hasn't even been born yet, kid. You've got another thirty years of life experience and trauma before you're allowed to have a Peter Parker. You are not worthy of him, so keep your grabby hands to yourself."

Peter's eyes were wide with shock, but younger Tony just looked thoroughly unphased.

"Tony…" Peter breathed out.

Tony sighed, taking a step back and softening when Peter plastered himself to his back, hands gripping the back of his suit and wrinkling the ridiculously expensive fabric.

"Tony," Peter sobbed, tears in his eyes because it was always emotional when Tony did stuff like this, when the proof of his love was so clearly displayed for Peter to see.

Tony cleared his throat, ripping his gaze away from his younger self, his glare shifting to something fond, something possessive, when he turned to wrap Peter up in his arms.

"I love you," Peter mumbled, pressing up close and tugging him down for a kiss.

Tony groaned, deepening the kiss.

"I fucking love you so much, baby boy."

"You really want this old man?" Younger Tony scoffed.

Peter laughed, the sound not amused, eyes cutting to meet the Tony that wasn’t yet his, pressing a palm flat to his Tony's chest, silently telling him he's got this.

"You, sir, are not Daddy enough for me," Peter sassed, "But don't worry, you'll get there, and when you do, I'll be waiting."

"That's how I knew you had a daddy kink," Tony murmured.

Peter sent him a confused look.

"What?"

Tony licked his lips, chuckling.

"That encounter, it stays with me for the rest of my life, shapes me. That kid will spend the rest of his life looking for you, trying to be the man you need because he can never get you out of his head. And when he finally finds you, he'll believe himself unworthy, try so hard not to touch you, because you're too young and too perfect—"

"And he'll fail epically," Peter teased, nose scrunched up adorably. "Lose himself in me because he was lost on me before I was even born, and all it takes is me being put in danger to ignite all those overprotective Daddy instincts. Once you found out I was Spider-Man, it was only a matter of time before you couldn't hold back."

Tony chuckled, kissing him softly.

"That's right, baby boy. Knew before you were even born that you would be my baby boy someday."

Peter giggled, absolutely delighted.

"And I'll have you know, that I did not fail epically," Tony told him, "I found you when you were twelve, and I did a damn good job keeping away from you. It wasn't until you were all up in my space, popping into the lab, climbing in through the windows, showing up at all hours of the night, that I couldn't keep my hands to myself."

Peter smirked.

"You were very touchy-feely, Mr. Stark," Peter teased. "And you were always making Daddy jokes. I should have known you had bad intentions."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Don't pretend you didn't know exactly what I wanted from you."

"Oh, I knew," Peter agreed, "but I had to make you work for it. Besides, I was just so young, and little boys don't really know what they want until Daddy tells them."

Tony groaned, hands flexing on his hips, pulling him flush against him.

"You're gonna kill me, baby."

Peter flashed him a grin, kissing his cheek and pulling away.

"Come on, Daddy! We can't be late!" Peter told him.

"Late for what?"

"You'll see!" Peter chirped, lacing their fingers together before changing the date on the time machine.

Tony frowned.

"Is that—"

"Mm-hmm," Peter agreed, eyes sparkling mischievously.

The coordinates he entered, Tony didn't know where they would put them, but Peter had clearly done the math, because they ended up on a rooftop, not too far off from the battle taking place in the street down below.

Tony didn't understand why they were here, but he trusted that Peter did.

Tony tensed when his eyes landed on Spidey, tensed because he recognized this moment as the exact moment he learned that the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was his baby boy, the boy he'd been so determined to stay away from because he wanted to protect Peter from himself, and here the kid was, endangering his life.

Peter put a hand to his chest, knowing Tony's instinct was to call his suit and save him.

"Don't," Peter told him firmly. "I'm gonna be just fine, I promise."

It was a reminder, because they both knew how this played out.

Peter waited until just the right moment to web his past self's mask and pull it off.

Tony watched, wide-eyed, as his past self locked eyes on the newly revealed Spidey.

He knew exactly what he was feeling in that moment, the shock, and then the fear because unexpectedly losing his mask was just enough of a distraction to have the alien creature barreling into Peter.

Just as they knew would happen, Iron Man swooped in to save Spidey, Tony swooped in to save his little boy, and just like that, everything in their lives had changed.

Peter grinned, holding up the mask in his hand before tossing it back down into the streets, the mask landing exactly where Tony knew he'd find it after the battle.

"You did that? You orchestrated that?" Tony said, struggling to wrap his head around it. "How? How did you know?"

"It took me a long time to work it out, actually, but yeah, it was me."

Tony shook his head.

"You're really something else, kid," Tony muttered, awed by this boy that was a good forty years his junior but was already so damn brilliant.

A sixteen-year-old Tony, as cocky and arrogant as he was about his genius, couldn't hold a candle to his baby boy.

#starker #ironspider

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gunilslaugh · 9 months

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Hello! Your Gunil as dad was so cute, can I please request Gaon or Jooyeon's version? Thank you ^^ have a great day!

Hi! You have a great day too enjoy your request.

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: How Jooyeon would be as a dad.

WC:822

Warning:grammar

C/n - child’s name

photo not mine credits to owner.

Jooyeon is a loving and clumsy dad. It took him a few attempts before he was able to properly put a diaper on. Being a dad is a bit of a learning curve, but he really enjoys it.

“C/n, aah,” Jooyeon calls your child to open their mouth, so that he can feed them. He slightly rocks side to side bringing the food filled spoon to their mouth.

The sight of Jooyeon feeding your child never fails to make your heart warm. Jooyeon always has this sparkle in his eyes whenever he’s with c/n. You approached where Jooyeon sat at the highchair with c/n. C/n smiled making grabby hands at you once they saw you. You picked them up from the highchair, taking them into your arms.

“Are you happy to see me?” You cutely asked c/n to which they babbled in response.

“I get happy whenever I see your mom too,” Jooyeon said cheesily, wrapping his arms around you both.

“You’re such a goof,” you stated, knocking him with your shoulder.

“I’m your goof,” he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Whenever c/n cries Jooyeon feels a painful twinge in his heart. He’s quick to try and figure out why they’re crying. If it’s because they’re hungry, he’s getting their food as quickly as possible. They needed changed, he’s ready to wrestle with the diaper. They’re fussy due to being away from you too long, he’ll get them to you in an instant.

Jooyeon is more than happy to let out his inner child when it comes to playing with c/n.

“I almost forgot which one of you was the child,” you quipped. After watching Jooyeon play with c/n very wholehearted and committedly.

“If I’m not fully dedicated to my role then what’s the point?” Jooyeon proclaimed, making you laugh.

Whether it’s running around outside or playing with toys inside, Jooyeon is ready to do it all.

“I don’t remember playing being this tiring,” Jooyeon breathed out. He sank into the couch after you came back from putting c/n down to take a nap.

“Cause you’re not as young as you used to be,” you joked. Jooyeon repositions himself so that his head is now lying on your lap.

“I need a nap too,” he says, closing his eyes. You bring a hand to his head, brushing the stray strands away from his face.

If c/n gets sick Jooyeon feels so bad for them. A pout forms on his lips when he sees how high their temperature is. He does the best that he can, so that they can recover quickly. Jooyeon would make sure that they were well hydrated and ate too. He gives them any necessary medicines. He’d constantly check on them to see if they were doing any better. Once their fever finally resides Jooyeon would feel relieved.

Jooyeon would love taking family outings to the park. You guys would have a picnic and c/n would have a blast playing on the park equipment. Jooyeon would push c/n on the swings, listening to their joy filled laughter as they swung through the air. As a joke Jooyeon would tell c/n that now it’s their turn to push him. Somehow always ends up with you being the one to push Jooyeon on the swings.

Going to the arcade with you and c/n is another activity Jooyeon delights in. He takes photos of you lifting c/n up so that they are able to throw the baskets balls into the hoop. Collecting prizes at the end of your trip to the arcade is Jooyeons favorite part. He lets c/n pick whatever they want. A part of him melts at seeing how happy they look once they get their prize.

Jooyeon thinks it’s absolutely adorable when he bought c/n a toy guitar. Took too many videos of c/n playing with it. Think of them as his little rockstar. Has you take a photoshoot of them together. Jooyeon with his real guitar and c/n with their toy one. If c/n actually wants to learn how to play the guitar when they get older Jooyeon would be elated.

Everyone once in a while you all would stargaze in the backyard. Laying on soft blankets. You all would look for random constellations in the stars or even just make up your own.

“Those clusters of stars look like goose,” c/n pointed. You and Jooyeon look at the area where they pointed, then at each other.

“Do you see a goose?” Jooyeon mouths to you. You shake your head. Both of you burst out laughing.

“What?” C/n questions.

“It does look like a goose,” you say. C/n falls asleep at some point and Jooyeon carries them to bed, tucking them in. He leaves a peck on the forehead then exits the room quietly.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh jooyeon #jooyeon x reader #lee jooyeon

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itskatieloves143 · 2 years

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The Little Human 💙💛🧡

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The Obey Me crew accidentally brought a human child to the devildom instead of the exchange student

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~Part 1

~Obey Me older bros (seperately)

~GN!3Y/O!Reader (pronouns they/you)

~Platonic

~Fluff with the OBM boys trying their best to take care of a little human

~(mild cursing)

~not proofread

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A/N: I honestly don’t know if this has been done before but this idea just came to mind and I thought it sounded adorable so here you go~!

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Lucifer💙

–Starts internally panicking

–“What where is the human we were supposed to bring why is this toddler here???”

–More panic when you start sobbing when Diavolo starts talking

–Doesn’t know whether to be incredibly offended or in absolute awe at the audacity of this tiny human when you run up to him and make little grabby motions with your hands to pick you up

–Doesn’t want to at first but eventually caves and picks you up

–He’s amazing with children because of his younger brothers so he knows exactly how to calm you down and make you stop crying

–Is incredibly cross with Diavolo when he suggests keeping you here

–*Death glares at Diavolo and Barbatos for laughing at him*

–The very powerful and feared avatar of pride gently rocking a sleeping 3 year old human

–Don’t tell anyone but he is very happy once he realizes that he’s the only one who you let pick you up and that he’s the only one who you don’t cry around

–Decides that it’s probably best for him to take care of you instead of Mammon

–Eventually becomes very fond of you and can’t concentrate on his work if you’re not in his lap napping or watching a children’s show on Deviltube in his office (with his DDD)

–Has an eye on you at all times

–Takes you to meetings with him sometimes and promises to take you to Hell’s Kitchen or buy you a toy if you’re good

–He buys you all the most expensive clothes and toys

–You definitely have a whole drawer full of those little onesies with the feet on the bottom

–His heart definitely melts at the sight of you wandering around the HoL wearing your little baby clothes but shh don’t tell anyone

–You may as well be his own child

–Cradles you in his wings when you have nightmares

–He thinks it’s so cute how you aren’t afraid of his demon form

–When you have to leave he makes sure you get back to your family safely

–Takes the liberty of keeping in contact with your parents and giving them updates during your stay

–Would never tell anyone but is actually really sad that you have to leave (yes a few tears were shed but shush)

– You’ll definitely be receiving cards and gifts from him in the mail every year for your birthday

–Helps your parents with paying bills and getting you toys and diapers and such if needed

–Loves you to death and if anything ever happened to you he would be beside himself

Mammon💛

–So confused to see a little kid rolling around on the floor crying in the RAD council room

–Was even more shocked when you attached yourself to his leg and clung onto him for dear life

—Would try and kick you off but fails because you’re holding on tight

–”Why’s this human so damn strong?!”

–Ends up walking around with you sitting on his shoe clinging to his leg for the rest of the day

–Is pissed when he finds out Lucifer has assigned him to take care of you

–That anger definitely dissipates when he gives you one of his shirts to sleep in and it’s so big on you that you can’t even walk around without tripping on the bottom of it

–He ends up falling asleep with you after he had to read you like 50 bedtime stories to try and get you to sleep

–Carries you around RAD because you can’t walk fast enough to keep up with him

–Thinks it’s adorable to watch you waddle around the HoL and RAD trying to keep up with him

–Once he left your room while you were napping to go get some ramen and he came back to find you running around crying looking for him

–Doesn’t leave you alone at all after that

–Gets really into random child’s tv shows that you like

–You and him will sit in your room watching Cocomelon for hours

–You both have an intense hatred for Caillou

–Takes you to casinos with him

–Loves when you cheer him on

–Uses most of his winnings to buy you cute baby clothes and binkies and things

—You have a little crow doll that you sleep with when he’s away

–Is very protective of you

–If anyone even looks in the general vicinity of you he’ll go full on protector mode

–Is always ready to bash someone’s head in for making you cry

–Your room is used purely for storing all your stuff because neither of you can sleep without the other

–He found a jacket that looks exactly like his in the baby section of some store so now you both wear matching clothes

–Refuses to admit that he’s very attached to you

–May or may not have ended up making a pact with you after you spent several days screaming and crying about it (Levi totally talked you into it)

–His brothers made fun of him for days on end for getting tamed by a toddler

–Hates for you to see him strung up to the ceiling so he usually has Levi or Satan take care of you when he is

–The worst punishment Lucifer has ever given him is taking you away from him for a day

–It actually only ended up being half a day because you both started sobbing to be able to see each other

–When it’s time for you to go he actually cries

—You always have one or two crows hanging around you

–Lucifer lets him go to the human realm on occasion to visit you

–Loves you so much

–You’re his ‘mini me’

Leviathan🧡

–Came home to find a normie human kid in his room messing with one of his Ruri-Chan figures

—Yelled at you for touching his stuff but felt really bad after seeing the sad look on your face

—Lets you sit in his gaming chair (which is huge compared to you by the way) and watch Ruri-chan while he calls Lucifer

—Is incredibly annoyed when he finds out you’re Mammon’s responsibility and he ditched you in Levi’s room while he went out and gambled

—Is about to take you back to Mammon before you start crying about how you want to keep watching “wuwu-chan”

—His heart melts and he decides to let you stay in there

—Hours pass and Mammon finally comes back to pick you up and finds you both passed out together while Ruri Hana plays in the background for the 20th time

—He regularly finds you in his room waiting for him after school

—You watch him play video games and cheer him on during boss fights

—He likes playing DevilKart with you and teaches you strats

—Whenever you play games together he always makes sure to play the more laid back ones so you don’t get overwhelmed

—Tries to go to sleep earlier so you don’t end up staying up really late

—He knows humans need a lot more sleep than demons do, and you especially because of how small you are

—When you don’t wanna go to sleep he reads you manga as a bedtime story

—The two of you end up getting so invested in the story and accidentally stay up until morning

—Levi buys you custom made baby clothes with anime characters on them

—You have a tiny Ruri-chan cosplay he sewed for you

—He posted a picture of you in it and it went viral so now he has a separate Devilgram account where he posts you in cosplays he’s made

—Expect your room to be full of dolls from animes you like

—Eventually Mammon just lets Levi have you and stops picking you up

—You only did online classes after that

—Once Asmo mentioned something about how cute it would be if you had a little RAD uniform and Levi actually agreed so now you have a closet full of baby uniforms with little ties of different colors

—He made a doll of himself and had Satan enchant it so that if you said a certain series of words he would hear it and could come help you (kind of like summoning but without a pact because he’s worried it might take too much of a toll on you)

—Once you used the doll just because you needed help opening a pudding cup and he had to scold you (he thought it was adorable though of course)

–You actually have asked him for a pact before because you were watching an anime where it was mentioned but of course he said no

–He’s not as stupid as Mammon even though it hurt to see you cry

–Genuinely considered it when you started refusing to eat until you got a pact with him

–You ended up giving up though and he was so relieved

–You like to climb on his tail which freaks him out sometimes but he thinks it’s cute that you like it

–He takes you out to the beach often and lets you swim around with him

–He let you ride around on Lotan once

–You’re the only one allowed to feed Henry other than him

—When you have to leave he makes sure to show you how to access all your favorite anime so you can watch them whenever you want

–You and him make sure to highfive before you leave (he always thinks it’s so cute how small your little baby hand is compared to his)

–He holes himself away in his room for a whole week after you leave

–He video calls you often and sends you little cosplays he’s made for you on halloween and such

–Whenever you go to the beach in the human realm he sends Lotan to play with you

–You’re his favorite person in all three realms and he wants to make sure you know that<3

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #lucifer fluff #lucifer obey me #lucifer om #om lucifer #obey me mammon #mammon fluff #mammon obey me #om mammon #mammon om #obey me leviathan #leviathan fluff #leviathan obey me #leviathan om #om leviathan

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otomotoelzhinee · 1 year

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New Year's Kiss

After some failed attempts last Christmas, Rayman wishes to finally open up to Crash by making the start of the year something truly special for the two. Once again facing his greatest challenge yet...

“5…4…3…2…1…”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As the fireworks were released, and the sky was covered in a mesh of different hues and shapes, every creature in the glade cheerfully welcomed the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Music began to play, people danced and jumped around with hope on their faces, holding each other close in a powerful embrace.

Rayman, standing at the back of the crowd, clapped along with his group of friends and family, smiling just like them. As soon as the fireworks were on, Rayman was ready to receive and deliver many hugs all around, but never one as crushingly loving as his best friend’s, Globox. Who he reciprocated to the best of his ability, once he recovered some sense in his body, giving him some back pats before he was put back down.

His big friend was quickly followed by his children, who jumped without hesitation to each get a chance at hugging their number one hero. Rayman stumbled upon the table behind him, desperately trying not to be dragged down by the army of kids, who could not hear their dear uncle Rayman asking them to slow down amongst their own giggles. “Now, now, children. Do be careful! We don’t want any accidents at the start of the year!”

Uglette, as kind as always, managed to help Rayman out of the grabby little hands of her children. Each of them finally offering their dear uncle a proper hug, sometimes along with a peck on one cheek, as they ran through the grass field and amongst the crowd, quickly followed after by their father.

Rayman laughed as he stood straight once again. “Phew! Thanks, Uglett— Woah!” Met with one huge, final kiss on his left cheek, as Uglette held his head in her hands, she released a hearty laugh. “Happy new year, Rayman!”

“Yeah, happy new year to you, too!”

Finally, the family went to celebrate with the rest of the people, and they left Rayman to be for a moment. He smiled, looking at everyone around him in a tender stare. All the people he’s known his entire life, who he has fought for and who had fought by his side, reunited right outside Betilla’s home. All celebrating in the same place.

However…There was a certain someone who had yet to make an appearance.

As he continued to look around, he noticed that between his people there were some distinguished fellows standing under a tree, chatting with the Globox family.

Standing out noticeably tall was Crunch, who was laying against the tree with a warm drink in his hand, wearing a long black parka and a ‘two color’ scarf. Right beside him, there was Coco, moving her hands up and down, left and right as she spoke. She was wearing an insulated down pink coat, along with a hat and a pair of mittens.

But no matter how much he squinted, or how long he stood on his tip toes, there was no sign of him… Was he still hiding?

“Abybay!”

A whoosh of wind approached the lil guy, before he could turn his head around, he was already being held up in the air into a deadly, motherly embrace.

“B-Betilla…!”

“Oh, sorry!” She giggled as she began fixing the thingamajig’s hair. “So! Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, of course! I think everyone is.”

“True! But…”

Betilla locked her eyes on the crowd. Rayman stared at her, then to the crowd, and then back at her. He was met with a particular look in her eyes, directed at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You look a bit upset.”

“Me? Oh no, no! Not at all. It’s just…” He scratched the back of his head, his eyes looking to the ground.

Betilla stood on the ground, slightly leaning her body closer while resting her hand on his back. “…Where’s your friend?”

“Well…”

“…Not much of a party animal, is he?”

“That was awful, Betilla.”

She covered her smile with a single hand, but was unable to contain her laughter.

“Why don’t you go check on him?”

“I don’t know, he said he wanted a moment alone.”

“Well, you know what’s best than being alone?”

“Huh—”

She grabbed a single pair of drinks over the table, pushing them into Rayman’s hands. As he opened his mouth, Betilla turned the boy around, and in a single push directed him away from the party. As Rayman recovered stability, he looked back to Betilla once again.

“Being alone together!” She gave him a wink, and flew into the crowd as quick as a shooting star.

Rayman felt a shiver from the bottom to the top, his cheeks turning pink. He shook his head around as to release the feeling, and began walking towards the small forest, holding each cup of drink tightly.

The music began to become quieter, just enough for Rayman to have a time alone with his thoughts.

“I…And I promise- No, I swear that I’ll…No, god no, that’s too much. Augh—”

Almost at the end, the moons’ rays were more and more notorious, and with it the shape of a special someone turned clearer.

“C-Crash, I promise you that I…”

Rayman stood there for a moment. In front of him, there was the cliff, making way for all the wildlife that laid meters below. The sky was bathed in stars, as the Moons gently placed their light above everything else, including Crash.

The Bandicoot was staring at the wonderful sky, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. Perhaps this was a good thing, perhaps it’s what Rayman needed to excuse himself, and…

“No, no.” He thought. There was no reason to back down, nothing for him to fear. This was the greatest chance he had, maybe the only chance he would ever get! Only an idiot would waste such opportunity, he though.

He walked towards his lover, who had still yet to notice his presence. Rayman then held one of the cups near his cheek, making the bandicoot jump, finally looking back at him.

“Hey~”

Crash gave him a big smile in return, holding the cup between his hands, making way for Rayman to sit beside him.

[Sorry, you startled me.]

“It’s alright, I just came here to check on you.”

Crash lowered his ears. [I didn’t realize the fireworks, I missed the whole deal already…]

“Don’t be silly! You have the entire night left to celebrate.”

Crash gave him a simple smile, nodding slowly before taking a sip from the cup.

Rayman merely stared down at his, playing with his fingers.

“I have to ask, though. Why did you choose to leave before the countdown?”

Crash put his drink down. [I didn’t mean to bother you…]

Rayman looks at him. “What are you talking about?”

[I…I’m not used to such a large group of people. I started to get anxious, and I didn’t know what to do.]

“Oh, Crash...” He sighed.

[It’s always been just the 4 of us back home, you know? And when you told me everyone in the Glade was reuniting here, I thought it would be cool. And it really was! Until I just…]

He lowered his head. […Until I started to feel alone in a sea of people I don’t really know.]

“You’re so silly.”

Crash looks back at Rayman, who gives him a cheeky smile.

“All you said is fine! There’s nothing to be ashamed for with what you said. I don’t expect you to get along with everyone like I do, I’ve had my entire life to get to know these people. You’ve only been here a couple of times, and there’s still plenty for you to know and people to meet!”

Rayman stared at the moons, with Crash following alone, getting lost in the winter breeze for a second.

“I’m happy with the fact that you continue to try to get to know my world.”

Crash chuckles. He then gently waves his hand in front of Rayman’s view. [How’s the party been so far, anyway? Are my siblings doing well?]

“Oh sure, they're making social life with everyone just fine!”

[That’s good. Coco tends to go on rambles, I hope that keeps the guests entertained.]

“You bet! Betilla especially loves a good chat.”

Crash giggles softly, continuing to look at Rayman, who slowly began to notice as he turned his head around. They stare into each other’s eyes, for just a moment, unable to look anywhere else.

Rayman felt his pulse go higher, making his cheeks start to burn, along with a strong need to get closer. His eyes running towards the bandicoot’s lips, craving to feel that smile of his.

With large group of fireworks began making noise behind them, Rayman felt his soul return to his body, chuckling as he turned his head around and back to the green field.

“S-so…What would you like for this New Year that’s comin’?”

Wrapping his arms around his legs, Crash took a deep breath, and leaned his face against his knees in thought.

But Rayman already knew what to say, he had it more than rehearsed, for a long while, too. He would tell Crash that he loves him, dearly. He would tell him how important he is to him, and that no matter what happens, he will always be by his side.

Then, he would lean in closer, and then…

“It’s now or never.”

Rayman took a deep breath, holding his drink tightly in his hands, before releasing the tension and letting out his words.

But by that point, Crash had already said what he wanted, without calling his attention to it. Perhaps he thought Rayman was looking…

Rayman asked him again, with certain embarrassment in his voice, making Crash sit straight and turn around to see him. Now face to face, he hesitantly began moving his hands again.

[Be with you... That's all I want.]

"Oh..."

Rayman blushed, perhaps more than he should have. Realizing the foolishness of his plan, he tried to hide his laugher from Crash, who stared in confusion.

Of course, well placed honeyed words were not enough, it was not what Crash needed from him. But rather to be completely, embarrassingly open and honest.

So he looked back at his lover, placing his drink behind him, and using his hands as help to express himself.

"Me too, I want to be with you. I— ...I want you, Crash."

That was all. And Crash immediately accepted his feelings with a smile. A goofy, and adorable smile from ear to ear.

The time was now… Rayman gently rested his hands on top of Crash, and began moving closer. Even with all that nervousness and excitement, all mixed up and hidden deep at the bottom of his throat. Nothing was gonna stop him now. He closed his eyes, and stopped. Awaiting for a response, his mind began to rush. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe this wasn’t what Crash was expecting, or he got cold feet. What if he was making him uncomfortable? He kept counting the seconds, the milliseconds, and the microseconds. “This was a bad, bad idea” His mind screamed.

But just then, he felt that tender touch, making his whole body shiver. The feeling of Crash’s lips, resting against his, slowly pushing forward.

Their fingers intertwined, using their thumbs to gently caress each other’s hands. Wishing to stay like this just for a bit longer, Rayman gently put his lips away, just with enough room to take a breath. He continued to press his lips against Crash’s, who had to let go from one of his hands in order to hold his lover closer, caressing his cheek.

But they could not hold this moment forever, and so, they slowly began to part their kiss. Opening their eyes and starting to realize what just happened.

They laughed, holding each other close to hide it, but failing regardless. Crash held Rayman in his arms and they swirled around over, and over again. It was impossible for the two not to laugh.

Crash however, was caught distracted. As they approached the cliff, a bad timed swirl left Rayman right above the abyss, and the two did their best to push back to safe earth using their own body weight. Falling on the grass, Crash kept holding Rayman tightly against his chest.

Rayman put himself above the Bandicoot, and they stared into each other’s eyes. They began to laugh once again, only interrupted by the last few fireworks being released into the night sky.

“…Happy New year, Crash.”

[Happy New Year, bunny boy… 💖]

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Just read the perfume/smell stories and all I could think about was either “you didn’t wear deodorant today/you haven’t showered, have you?” Or someone shrinking and just getting hit with hella enhanced smell like imagine getting shrunk and being face to face with a shoe. That’d smell horrid. One of the added challenges of tinies, especially newly shrunken tinies. Or like they shrink and you finally notice the amount of perfume David wears, and almost dying.

Anon, I am so sorry I took so long with responding to this!

I took some creative liberties, there was a literal tug-of-war, but I hope you enjoy it because I genuinely loved the idea and I hope it shows! Thank you for sharing!

The Finer Things

Content Warnings: Cursing, treating those as lesser than, mentions of dehumanization. Mentions of threats and violence

Not me writing for a week and walking out covered in blood, sweat, and tears

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Scott learned that every human has a distinct smell to them.

The first time he told Vincent his revelation, his best friend immediately began to endlessly tease him about it. And yes, looking back, it was a slightly weird thing to just announce. Of course Vincent didn’t hold it against him or make a giant deal about it, but did the older really have to constantly lean over to quietly ask the smells of anyone who walked by as well as random inanimate objects?

Vincent would say yes. He would also say it’s because of him that Scott realized that while humans do have different scents, it was only able to be noticed when Scott shrank.

Because of course Scott is a size shifter. And of course he didn’t know how to control it to keep from randomly shrinking and growing. He’s just thankful Vincent had been the one to walk into the backroom when he shrunk down to just under three inches tall in the middle of his shift. Because anyone else would have snatched up off the ground to look him over, or put him in a pocket to take home, or even crush him. Instead all Vincent did was slowly sit on the ground in front of the door to keep anyone from barging in as he laughed.

“This is how you keep disappearing on me, Scotty?”

That moment had been filled with terror and relief. But the main thing that stood out was it was the first time Scott was shrunk while around a human who knew he was. A trustworthy one who smelled like a fire burning fresh maple wood in a chimney.

Then information just started pouring in. The realization he could smell the solution they use to clean the tables and reheated pizzas made of nothing but chemicals as they clung to Vincent’s uniform. That while humans are loud, their voices also rumble through the air like thunder rather than just boom. And he knew just how big they were compared to him at that size, but nothing prepared him for the undeniable fact he didn’t even stand as tall as Vincent’s first finger.

The most important take away however was to never give Vincent another opportunity to have a dubbed ‘pocket Scotty’ in his possession again. One that Scott miserably failed at. Especially once a certain someone found out that leaping out from behind corners at the end of their shift to scare the shorter was a sure way to earn a shrunken Scott to take home.

“It’s called training, Scotty. It’s not my fault you’re not taking the lessons to heart!”

“Th-The only lesson is to avoid corners and certain j-j-jerks, Vince!”

Vincent might’ve been grabby, clearly enjoyed it when Scott would shrink down, but he knew when to keep his hands away. Didn’t bat an eye when one day his scaring tactic didn’t acquire a form that had been pocketed numerous times before, he instead had to look up at a giant hunched down to keep from accidentally destroying the hallway.

“So it is tied to emotions.”

“Vince!”

Scott should have known there might have been something more going on based on such a comment. It was too on the nose, and it almost sounded like the older was researching him. But he had been a little panicked someone would find out he could become a giant at any moment to really think about it. Didn’t question why Vincent’s first priority was to make him take deep breaths. Could only focus on the genuine relief as he managed to get control of his shifting enough to stay at 5’ 7”.

Surprisingly, there was actually a period where Vincent stopped scaring him after that. Instead of appreciating the break for however long it was going to be however, he only felt trepidation. Fear that his best friend was actually afraid of him due to the incident. Worried it just dawned on Vincent how dangerous it is to be friends with a size shifter.

Either Vincent was a mind reader, or he had Scott down to a science, because the day the thought he might’ve scared off his best friend was the day the routine of getting scared in order to have Scott shrink got reinstated.

“What do I smell like again?”

Scott looked down from where he stood on the back of Vincent’s couch, heart racing at amber eyes locked on him from where the taller laid. Did a once over to locate where the hands that had a habit of snagging him were until he spotted them being used as a makeshift pillow, safely tucked under Vincent’s head and therefore unable to grab him with total surprise. Knew he was safe with this particular human, but there were times when his instincts demanded he run away as fast as possible.

“Are you, uh, g-going to tease me about it?”

A Chesire grin immediately spread across Vincent’s face. “Me? Tease you? Scotty, I am clearly above such childish things.”

“Clearly,” Scott snorted. “You’re like...a fireplace. And d-don’t say a word.”

Vincent made a show of snapping his mouth shut before he offered a curious look. “When do you smell it?”

“Uh, right now?”

“Just right now, or anytime you’re around me?”

Scott couldn’t help having taken a few steps back from the questions. “W-Why do you want to know?”

Up until that point, Vincent hadn’t pried too much into the details of Scott shrinking or growing. He asked when there were genuine protests about too tight grips or getting lifted up too quickly. There were questions on if Scott felt okay or if he needed anything, but those were asked long before the reveal he was a size shifter.

That day was the first time it felt like an interrogation, and Vincent immediately winced.

“My mechanic side is showing, isn’t it?”

It took Scott a moment to realize it wasn’t an interrogation. Because his best friend did always ask questions about something he didn’t know on the biases of wanting to know how it worked. When that didn’t get him what he wanted, then Vincent would resort to taking whatever peaked his interest completely apart because he’s a mechanic through and through.

Of course Scott was safe from last resorts, but it left Vincent needing to rely on questions. And that realization made him relieved on how and why his best friend had picked up on so much due to observation. Though it was guaranteed he’d start avoiding screws and wrenches at all costs in the future.

“How long have you been suffering?”

“Every day, Scotty. This entire month has been agonizing.”

That was why he trusted Vincent. And Scott hoped that maybe having his best friend in the loop would make things easier for him. At the very least possibly gain a few pity points that could earn him a few ‘scare-free day’ cards to use as he saw fit.

“Alright, st-start at the top.”

“Explain your theory on why people have individual smells.”

“I guess I really only notice when I shrink, but I, uh, a-also notice a lot of things when I’m at this size. Like the reason you hate the coffee you make here is b-because there’s burnt grounds stuck in the machine.”

He was blinked at for a few moments until the dots connected. “You only tell me this now! You explored the kitchen weeks ago!”

“You’d use me a-as a bloodhound! And I was mad at you f-for trapping me under a cup!”

“Damn straight I will, and I’ll trap you again!”

Vincent didn’t, both using him as a bloodhound and trapping him under a cup. If anything he got better at being a giant, keeping his voice soft even when they got riled up. Assumed correctly being three inches tall means getting cold easily. But what Scott will always be grateful for was his best friend converting everything into odorless products both for personal use and around the restaurant. Scott never realized how much the scent of bleach mixed with chemicals meant to smell like lemon made his head feel foggy.

Then it all...disappeared.

He lost his best friend. Afton got a hold of Scott. Over ten years passed, and Scott was completely on his own when it came to shrinking or growing while in public, though it only happened once a month if ever rather than the previous minimum of once a week.

Afton was never told Scott was a size shifter. He figured it out, of course he did, but Vincent wasn’t the one who gave away such crucial information. Didn’t write down all of the data he collected over the years into a nice file to send for Afton to do whatever the hell he wanted with. And maybe that was why there weren’t many...experiments when it came to his abilities. Or maybe he was using a new tactic and wanted to wait to see how he could use it to his advantage without making it obvious.

Because there was no way Afton didn’t know. Just because they never discussed it doesn’t mean the cruel man doesn’t already possess full knowledge.

But through it all Scott is...grateful for what Vincent did in the short amount of time the man acted like his best friend. It had been fun while it lasted.

And then the guards came into his life.

There hadn’t been any, he’ll say, bumps in the road when it came to Scott’s emotions getting the best of him. He wasn’t sixteen years old anymore, Afton did a number on him, so he was just numb. Unaffected by everything around him. Almost as unemotional as Vincent.

Who knew someone like David would make his temper flair up immediately? And who knew Scott would’ve immediately grew multiple inches because it had been years since such an emotion ever rose up in him.

Scott didn’t, David certainly didn’t, that meant the newly hired owner of Fazbear Entertainment Center had an upper hand over his ‘supervisor’. One he constantly dangled over Scott’s head to get things he wanted but would previously receive too much resistance for.

But it wasn’t just David. Mike standing toe-to-toe with the animatronics who would kill him as soon as they got the chance had Scott also growing to yank the young man away from certain death. Eggs pulling a Vincent by jumping out from behind a corner made Scott lose several notable inches because his mind needed a few moments to fully register the blond hair and blue eyes.

It got so bad Vincent noticed. Somehow brought out the man he once knew before everything. It wasn’t perfect, Scott knows he’ll never get his best friend back, but there was a spark of life hiding within the deadpan voice that greeted him to state the purple man was joining in the routine inspection.

“When was the last time you shifted, Scotty?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

“Me hearing about Eggs planning something big for you tells me otherwise.”

That forced Scott to remember why hiding his abilities was so important. David might not know that if he pressed the rights buttons he’d have Scott literally in the palm of his hand, but Eggs does. And it sent a shiver down his spine thinking what the younger man’s end goal is.

“...it’s been a while.”

“I suggest you practice a bit this week and brace yourself. Mikey did say he’d like to see you pin Eggs down, though.”

That was all Scott was given. Because Vincent knew he wasn’t trusted anymore and any offer to join on a shifting night would be denied firmly and immediately.

He’ll admit, it might’ve been entertaining to watch Eggs’ attempts to make him shrink get foiled. The best part is that it wasn’t even because Scott held a tight grip to keep himself from shifting. Mike caught onto the blond’s plan at the restaurant he guards and cleaned it up when it was only halfway complete. David didn’t hear any excuses for why buckets of water were lying in wait on select doors after Fritz pointed them out and issued a nonnegotiable ban until further notice that even Eggs knew better than to try and challenge.

Scott should’ve known he would’ve been his own undoing. Should’ve paid more attention to how much sleep he was getting, how distracted he was, and how attached he was getting to the guards.

But no, he’s an idiot. One who can’t help himself growing to ten full feet when Mike admitted that instead of helping Jeremy defend against the toys how it’s normally done, the man apparently thought punching Marionette in the face was the best idea.

“Michael!”

“Phone Guy, you should’ve heard the shit he was saying! The bastard was fucking asking for it!”

“And he would’ve happily killed you!”

Mike hadn’t responded back. And somehow Scott knew it wasn’t because of an overwhelming fear of what the giant could do in retaliation. It felt like he was talking to Vincent, growing with every word because he was upset and couldn’t control it. As if Mike understood this wasn’t a threat and instead a literal representation of his anger and terror.

He was more than happy to put his hands in his pocket, the perfect picture of nonchalance, silently encouraging the lecture to continue. But without Mike wanting to defend himself and only admitted he was at fault in his own little way, Scott felt nothing but exhaustion. Couldn’t help but glare at the ceiling getting too close for his liking. He can only yell for so long until he’s forced to hunch over. The dining area’s clearance might be tall but not that tall.

“I swear, Michael, you are going to be the death of me.”

Mike smirked when it was clear he’d only be receiving a warning this time. “Could just fucking pocket my ass and solve all your goddamn problems.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Is this a bad time to ask what would constitute being pocketed?”

Scott felt his heart skip a beat at Eggs’ voice. Whipped his head around to stare at the blond looking up at him with wide eyes. Had done a terrible job of hiding his fear as he stayed within the safety of the hallway.

There was no stopping his drop from ten feet all the way down to just under three inches. Not when he could picture Eggs running to everyone to say Scott was a monster. Give Afton the proof he was waiting for before trapping him underground for the rest of his life. aybe even Vincent would finally agree he’s too dangerous to treat like a human being.

But shrinking the smallest he could only made it so, so much worse.

“Fuck he shrunk!”

Scott crumbled to the ground at the loud shout that shook the very ground, clamping his hands firmly around his ears in the desperate attempt to keep them from ringing. Couldn’t help but instinctively flinch away when trembles began to announce someone was getting closer and closer, everything screaming for him to run but unable to make his limbs obey. Gasped for air not just from blinding terror he was about to be crushed, but from the nauseating wall of chemicals slamming into him from when the floor was mopped a few hours ago.

It had been too long since he shrunk around humans, in a place not meant for those like him, and this time Vincent wasn’t there to save him.

“I’ve got you, asshole.”

Scott couldn’t grasp the words, his mind racing too fast and in too many different directions to even comprehend someone spoke. But he did smell what could only by alleyway sludge. Felt warmth wrap around him. Became completely frozen at the smell of chamomile tea.

It was so sudden and unexpected his eyes opened in time to see fingers curl underneath him before he’s lifted up to quickly, his stomach protesting as vertigo crashed into him. Tried to move away from the thumb that rubbed his side. Realized that was where the smell was coming from.

“You okay, Phone Guy?”

Scott stared up at Mike, the only comprehensive thought that managed to gather was never expecting the young man and chamomile to go together. Eggs then appeared in his line of sight looking frantic. “You didn’t fall from that height did you? You just shrank down to where you stood?”

That should’ve made him feel better. That instead of accusations shot toward him, there was only concern. But that didn’t ensure he wasn’t going to be kept. Or that he wouldn’t be passed around for everyone to give him a piece of their mind. Or the questions were only asked out of guilt for possibly being the reason why he got hurt.

Scott couldn’t find the words his was looking for. Didn’t even protest as a finger nudged his leg and arm. “Doesn’t look like shit got broken.”

“Should we tell James we might’ve given him a heart attack?”

Scott felt like he had been electrocuted by the suggestion. Both to tell others about his abilities, and willingly handing him over to a doctor. Yet he still couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t even breathe.

He felt betrayed, and overwhelmed, and for the first time in a long time he wished Vincent was there even if it did end up having him land directly into Afton’s hands.

He didn’t remember passing out. It just seemed like in one instance he was in Mike’s hands as Eggs made the air rumble, and the next he was blinking up at James’ soft smile.

“Hey, boss. Heard these two gave you a heart attack.”

“You said we didn’t!”

“Don’t fucking tell Purple Guy.”

Scott could only feel dread settle over him like a blanket. Aware they were at Fazbear Fright. Flinched when he realized James smelled sterile.

He tried to scramble away, because that could only mean receiving a treatment reminiscent of Afton. Hesitated when he felt something course on his skin and looked down to see he was on a towel of all things. Glanced back at James who held his hands up and a safe distance away where it’d be hard to make a sudden grab.

“Mike was the one who checked for broken bones. I just made sure nothing would require a visit to the hospital. We won’t be handling you anymore.”

“Well, unless you say-”

Scott actually felt better at Eggs’ comment making it clear they were curious. Even more that Mike elbowed the blond to make him shut up.

But he still hunched in on himself when James slowly lowered his hands where they couldn’t be seen. “How do you feel, Scott?”

Confused. Hopeful. Genuinely worried what happened in the time he was out considering Mike and Eggs carried him all the way to James. “F-Fine. What, what did they tell you?”

“That if we step out of line we might receive more than just a whack on the head.”

Scott waited for the accusations. The questions. The demand of answers to why he kept something like that from them when clearly he’s a danger to them.

They didn’t come. Yet he knew better than to fully trust them. Trust himself to be a good judge of character. “Are you g-going to keep me?”

James made a soft, almost sad sound. “We're not keeping you, Scott. And no one will be under our watch. I still need someone to sign my paychecks.”

He couldn’t help but smile at that being the reason he now had three allies who might even be willing to ensure David isn’t able to get within grabbing distance. He wanted this to have been a one time thing, but knowing his luck, it was almost guaranteed that wasn’t the end of it.

Especially not when Eggs inched his way closer in order to give a little too harsh of a poke. “About the whole ‘getting pocketed’ thing.”

“One poke earns you one hour.”

“Lame rule, unfair, boooo.”

“That was a bit of a cheap shot. We should all get one freebee.”

“Can you pocket Jerber’s ass even if he doesn’t fucking do shit?”

Because his employees were all problem children. Despite James being a widely respected doctor, and Eggs managed to earn Afton’s respect. Because of course they were.

Thank God he was able to grow to his normal height after Mike’s question, but of course it didn’t stop there. Eggs wasn’t satisfied until he had a complete list of what would guarantee earn him having to deal with a giant. James asked a few questions regarding if shrinking or growing took a toll on him and if there were certain things that would help. Mike said he was walking Scott home whether his mentor liked it or not. At least they all swore not to tell anyone else about him being a shifter.

But that was the only time they really pestered him about it. The only change in Eggs’ behavior was a small hiatus from pranks. James didn’t ask about his abilities again. Mike had only demanded to walk Scott home that one night.

It was odd not having one or more of them trying to make him shift sizes. Not make a single comment unless they were completely alone and wanted to make a jab. In all honesty, it was...nice. To have those he, for the most part, trusted to watch where they stepped if he suddenly disappeared.

He knew it wouldn’t last forever. They were only three of the six who he’s in charge of and foolishly got emotionally attached to. Though when it came to David it was mostly rage and annoyance. It was only a matter of time all of the guards knew and he’d be unable to dodge questions strictly from the need to keep it secret.

Scott wasn’t prepared for that, not in the slightest. So he watched how much he slept. Didn’t take the risk of going too long without shifting.

Yet he didn’t take into account the sure-fire way to make him shrink had always been surprising him, making something as simple as someone ‘appearing’ around a corner to make him let go of control just long enough to have devastating consequences.

Pair that with the fact he never enjoyed being at David’s restaurant for multiple reasons, there should have been a shifting incident long ago. And not one where he only grew or shrank just a few inches.

The worst part was that it was a good day. Not to mention that ever since David won the argument over getting Fritz transferred over to his restaurant, there was no longer an obvious amount of distain directed toward Scott. They finally seemed to agree they were fairly even, with Scott technically being a supervisor, and David knowing he’s not entirely human. They had a balance.

But then his heart skipped a beat seeing Lefty helping Fritz balance on his shoulders in order for a broken stage light to be reached. Didn’t back down when he demanded the teenager join him in David’s office despite the bear making a big show of how annoyed he was that was where the line was drawn. Because apparently tall animatronics who could decide at any moment to just walk away is better than a sturdy ladder that should be watched by those more responsible.

“He promised I wouldn’t fall, Scott!”

“I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.”

“...is that one inch or two?”

Scott hid his smile from the backtalk as he turned to whack the teenager who needed to choose better animatronics to trust his life with. The only issue was that he misjudged just how closely Fritz was following. Hadn’t expected for them to collide. Hadn’t noticed the door to David’s office opening directly behind him.

“Scott.”

The man in question jumped. Thought it was Lefty. Wasn’t able to grit his teeth in time when the feeling of falling enveloped him.

It was a miracle he wasn’t immediately stepped on, grateful Fritz’s first instinct was to back away. Caused the floor to shake as if there was an earthquake and therefore impossible for Scott to run to safety, but it gave him a moment to process the world around him. No immediate booming voices. The familiar odorless cleaner on the tiles.

But David wore cologne, and that left him stumbling back because admittedly Scott rarely encountered it when he shrunk. He would’ve been impressed by its potency if it didn’t make him forget his own name, none the less the fact he was going to get killed if he didn’t run.

“D-Did he just disappear?”

Fritz’s voice was what forced him to finally move. Had nowhere to go, but toward the wall is always a good option. Unable to do anything but pray.

A shoe landed directly in front of him, Scott barely able to stop himself in time to not collide with it. Stared for a good minute as he gasped for air until he concluded it wasn’t going to move.

“Don't tell me.”

Scott trembled at David’s voice. Wanted to do nothing more than sprint away from the sing-song tone stating he’s been caught. Couldn’t stop himself from following the expensive dress shoe up, past the towering slacks, locking onto hazel eyes watching him as if he’s a brand new toy to play with.

He couldn’t move as the business man knelt down before laughing. “I can’t believe it. You complete and utter dumbass.”

There was a lot said in that sentence. The confirmation Scott was going to pay for whatever David deemed was wrongfully committed against him. That he wasn’t going to get out of this alive.

Yet they both completely forgot about Fritz. “Scott, is that you?”

Scott’s head jerked toward his left, half expected a hand to already be grabbing him. He hadn’t at all expected the genuine worry, or the redhead hunched in on himself in the attempt to be as small as possible.

“It’s him.”

David grabbing him left Scott coughing as he was choked by the cologne, the smell invading everything. It didn’t help when the grip became too tight and he struggled to breathe from being crushed on top of everything else.

“Mr. Harrison!”

“How am I supposed to pick him up, he’s no bigger than a roach.”

“You’re hurting him!”

The last thing he heard was a scoff before he tumbled into what was unmistakably a hand, but one void of chemicals that made him wheeze. It also didn’t curl into a confining fist. That was all he needed to accept his fate and go completely limp. He should’ve fought harder, but he couldn’t think straight and anyone was better than David.

“See? He’s fine.”

“I wonder if Mike would agree...”

“If you tattle on me to that goddamn thing-”

It took too long for Scott to recover enough to fully process the world around him. He wanted it all to be a nightmare, but the distinct smell of baked bread that became stronger every time a finger stroked his back told him it was real. As well as his how his lungs protested due to what transpired.

He finally forced himself to sit up despite how much his arms shook. Looked up at Fritz looking even more concerned than before. “Are you okay?”

Scott opened his mouth only for a hacking cough to escape. He was quick to bat at the fingers that wanted to offer help but didn’t know how to. “N-Need a mi,i,inute.”

“Do you need us to get you to James?”

“Just...gi,i,ive me a few. I-I'll grow ba,ack soon.”

Scott felt like he was lying through his teeth, because there was no way he’d be able to calm his heart down enough to shift again with David within easy snatching distance. No offense to Fritz, but he was just a teenager. It was a surprise he had even won an argument in which Scott was forfeited. Who’s to say David won’t pull the ‘I’m your boss’ card and demand his rightful toy back.

“Told you he was fine.”

Scott didn’t have the energy to say he was anything but fine. He didn’t want to be carried between restaurants again, though.

He had missed the look Fritz shot at David. “Do you need any water or food, Scott?”

There was no missing the immediate reaction of the promise he’ll be taken far away from David’s office, the redhead offering a smile before he obediently turned to walk out the door.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“We’re just getting water, Mr. Harrison!”

They both heard grumbling and the sound of the chair being pushed away. Fritz might’ve heard David’s footsteps confirming they were being followed, but Scott could hear the distinct stomp indicating the tall man throwing a tantrum. At least there had been no yelling. And he stayed far enough back the cologne didn’t suffocate him.

He had to admit, Fritz seemed to be taking it a lot better than Scott was. Ignored David’s glare as he went through the kitchen with one hand. The redhead satisfied when he found a bottled water and filled the cap up. Laid his hand on the counter so Scott could walk off on his own despite it being incredibly ungraceful.

He couldn’t help perking up when the coffee machine that was tucked away in the corner was turned on, though it had the opposite effect on David. “I haven’t finished my mug yet.”

“I always make him coffee when he comes in.”

“The dumbass won’t be able to drink a full mug at three inches tall.”

“He’ll finish it when he grows. Or if you finish yours before he does then you can finish it.”

Scott hadn’t realized just how experienced Fritz was at wrangling David. It had been a few months since he was transferred, plenty of time to learn about the business man’s habits, but this amount of knowledge was impressive. Made him feel a lot better there wouldn’t be any attempts to swipe him off the counter. Watched in awe as David growled before he stalked off in order to grab his unfinished coffee solely to spite Scott.

“Are you hurt? If you really need to see James, Mr. Harrison wouldn’t be able to catch up until we’re already there.”

That would guaranteed end with Fritz getting punished for leaving his station despite the fact the waiter should have been sent home along with the rest after the restaurant closed. It would also give the teenager a chance to pocket Scott to simply take home and they never make it to James. But someone wouldn’t keep him safely away from David and make him coffee just like he always had if the end goal was just to treat him like something to keep.

Scott didn’t know how to thank Fritz for the water that allowed him to speak without coughing anymore. “It was mostly his cologne that was suffocating me.”

The green eyes got wide with interest, clearly wanted to ask more questions. Opened his mouth before physically restraining himself. “I won’t let him pick you up, then.”

He didn’t know what exactly made his shifting level out, but Scott grew just in time to swipe the full mug of coffee away from the machine right as David reentered the kitchen. Looked quite upset he hadn’t managed to win the race of who would get to it first.

“Were you just being dramatic earlier?”

Scott glared up at the business man as he walked out of the room. Intended on pretending nothing ever happened in favor of getting the reports Afton requested so he could leave as quickly as possible. Made sure to tell Fritz he appreciated all the redhead did but didn’t hold back on his glares toward David.

The only problem was that wasn’t the end of it. He never expected it to be, but he wanted it to. Just because David saw the full extent of what he could do didn’t mean anything. The business man would just hold it above his head just like he had before. There was no reason to have a conversation about it.

If anything, Scott was upset that was the treatment he received. He wasn’t human, God no, but he was a person who deserved to not be treated like some pest despite being the size of one. It was as if David didn’t remember that anger made Scott grow. If he can shrink that small, then he certainly can grow much taller than the few inches he did during their first interactions.

He could take the degrading comments. Got better at dodging David’s questions when he was forced to physically go to the restaurant under Afton’s direct orders. Greatly appreciated that Fritz never pried nor let anything leak to the others despite almost everyone having knowledge of his abilities.

It didn’t matter that he became paranoid Eggs, Mike, and James had been planning on something in the time he was passed out. Refused to practice at home because it had only seemed to cause a larger shift than if he didn’t at all. Made sure he was never alone in a room with David now that he knew the hatred aimed toward him could turn fatal.

Vincent immediately noticed. Made another appearance while Scott was hunched over the desk at Mike’s location. He couldn’t even focus on the documents in front of him he was in so much pain.

“Scotty.”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t.”

It was the teasing ‘gotchya’ tone that made him look up to spot the purple man was watching him with the rare emotion of true concern. “...well I am.”

“When was the last time-?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

They both knew it did. That his mind and body couldn’t take the stress anymore. That his brain felt like it would explode and he constantly felt fatigued. Taking an entire week off and just sleeping would only make it worse. He needed to shift. But he couldn’t.

“Talk to me, Scotty.”

He wanted to scream at Vincent. To tell him he didn’t deserve to just waltz back in and pretend like nothing happened. That his trust hadn’t been betrayed. That the reason why Scott wasn’t okay was because of him.

“They think I’m a monster.”

Scott couldn’t hold it back. Not when he could clearly see Eggs terror from when he grew that night in his mind’s eye. Could picture David’s cruel smile when it became clear he really wasn’t human.

Vincent hummed as he thought. “Do they?”

Scott sputtered. “Of course they do!”

“You’re telling me they’ve been treating you like something to lock up.”

David did. There isn’t one exchange that doesn’t make it clear just what he thought should be done to someone who can become handheld in an instant.

...Mike didn’t blink when Scott grew ten feet despite the anger being directly toward him. James didn’t bring him to the hospital while unconscious to trap him and see how he worked. Fritz saved him from David’s grasp and made coffee as if it was any other night.

“Did David find out?”

“I shrunk when it was just him, Fritz, and I a few weeks ago.”

Vincent winced. “That sounds like it was a disaster. How has he been since then, though?”

Scott was not going to give the egotistical asshole the benefit of the doubt. But he did start to become courteous. Stopped hounding him with questions after the fourth attempt with no answers other than the comment of being glad a certain someone didn’t get stepped up. And he did notice when the cologne started to only be applied to the neck instead of on both wrists.

“Not all of them have seen me grow. Not to mention Jeremy’s been left completely out of the loop.”

“And yet I have a feeling he still won’t use the word ‘monster’ when he does see you shift.”

When, not if.

Scott didn’t see the distinction as a bad omen. It was just the last nail in the coffin he built himself. And he felt his grip slowly but surely being lost. It didn’t help Vincent was right there and had used to mean safety. He wanted to do nothing more than collapse and let the purple man decide what was best while he couldn’t.

“Phone Guy?”

Mike was no more than a blurry shape as the younger man peered into the office. Scott hadn’t realized just how much time had passed, and couldn’t help but groan when his phone read 11:30pm.

“Sorry Mike, I’ll-”

A strong arm sat him back into the chair as blue eyes watched him. “You look like shit, asshole.”

“Scotty hasn’t been shifting.”

Scott wanted to whack Vincent for outing him like that to Mike of all people. But it was too late, the damage done as soon as it was figured out what exactly shifting meant in that context.

“Shrink right fucking now. I’ll pocket your ass and make sure Purple Guy doesn’t fuck with you.”

It wasn’t his choice when the world started to stretch around him. He didn’t even get to adjust to his surroundings when a hand swept him up. Would never admit he felt a thousand times better just allowing himself to shift after he held it in for so long. Didn’t struggle at Mike’s smirk as he gently lowered Scott into the chest pocket of his uniform.

Scott couldn’t help but completely relax when Mike and Vincent made the air rumble with soft voices. Knew he wasn’t supposed to think about the good things that could come from shifting without holding back when he was around the guards.

Yet he didn’t hesitate to think about growing in order to offer Jeremy a hand down when he got lost in the vents at Fazbear Fright and somehow managed to make his way into the ceiling. It left James concerned about tinnitus. David observed a fall would end in disaster considering the ceiling had a height of fifteen feet. They all knew there wasn’t a ladder for miles.

“Just go back the way you came!”

“I want to join him in the ceiling!”

“H-H-Help!”

Scott had only sighed as he passed his clipboard that Afton gave him about everything that needed to be inspected. Didn’t even glance at David’s confused look as he accepted it. “What are you-?”

He heard shouts and curses as he grew while taking a few steps forward so no one would get hit on accident. All that mattered was Jeremy squeaking as he ducked back further away from the opening they found him peering out through. “Sc-Sc-Scott?”

“It’s okay, Jeremy, I’m just going to get you down safely.”

Scott didn’t know what to expect. Possibly the kid would try his hardest to get away to get lost further into the ventilation system. Or the drama of the panels sudden fall to the floor and needing to quickly catch him.

There was hesitation, but then arms were shakenly raised to silently request help down. Curled into a ball as hands bigger than his torso carefully extracted him from the ceiling. Clung to Scott once he saw they were still fairly high. Didn’t want to let go until his feet were firmly on the ground.

“You were supposed to fucking pocket the goddamn Jerber.”

“No he w-w-wasn't!”

“If he tries to pocket anyone-”

Scott scoffed as he slowly shrunk back down. The snatch of his rightful documents from David left the business man speechless. “Step out of line and I really will pocket you.”

“Wait, Scott, put me in the ceiling!”

“Does this mean you’ll be growing around us more?”

It did. Especially with how noticeably quite David would become when Scott grew even just a few feet taller because Eggs decided to throw himself off something. Though surprisingly, the few times he found himself shrinking for one reason or another, most of them kept a respectful distance away.

Though that might’ve been because Vincent started making more appearances once it was clear Scott wasn’t going to force himself to not shift whenever it was after operation hours. Didn’t say anything except sit at the table Scott was deposited on by whoever snagged him first. The amount of time it took from being saved from the floor to being left to his own devices, though, was entirely up to the guard who found him.

At least there was a pattern on who earned him shrinking or growing. Knew to stay away from David because it was honestly a chance how he’d shift with the business man within proximity. Couldn’t help the genuine joy that there were never flinches when he grew or the appearance of malice intent when he shrunk.

“Scott!”

Eggs didn’t hesitate despite the look Vincent shot at him when the blond plopped into a seat. Only continued with delivering a gentle poke. “That’s why you came over here?”

He didn’t actually hate such a greeting. It came with the territory of hiring someone like the blond. And James. And David...but if he didn’t act offended they would assume it was the only viable way to say hello.

“Come on, you’re so pokable! Impossible not to.”

It was also impossible not to pick up on the distinct smell of cinnamon coming from Eggs. It was the first time he didn’t pick up a distinctly chemical smell of citrus he’d come to associate with their mechanic.

“Are you not wearing deodorant today?”

Eggs’ eyes went wide before he took several steps away. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t even think I was just running out of my apartment and forgot!”

Scott was certainly glad that was the reaction, but that didn’t mean he wanted it this time. “No, I swear I’m not upset. I mean obviously when you’re doing extraneous activities-”

“Scotty likes the way we smell.”

It was a miracle he didn’t blush from Vincent’s intervention. And that Eggs was too confused and focused on attempting to pick up the scent nonexistent to a human’s nose to register the opportunity to tease about it.

“Is it like a good smell?”

“It’s...unique. You smell like cinnamon, Mike smells like chamomile. I just can’t usually pick it up under the numerous odors everyone tends to wear.”

He was blinked at before Eggs leaned in with curiosity. “What does James smell like.”

“I couldn’t tell. He smelled as sterile as the hospital he works at.”

“...does that mean certain things, like, suffocate you?”

Vincent beat him to a response. “Yes. Every time he shrinks.”

“Why didn’t you tell us! I needed an excuse to hide away Harrison’s cologne!”

That wasn’t what he expected to come out of the conversation. Eggs bringing it up to James who then asked him about it a week later, that he expected. But it wasn’t for the reasons he thought.

“What also affects you when you shrink or grow?”

“Honestly it’s fine. I rarely stay on the ground for too long before someone picks me up.”

“Humor me.”

“...it’s mostly sounds that make my head hurt when I grow. Especially when I’m surrounded by all of you. It’s smells that hit me the hardest when I shrink. Though if you yell it’d guaranteed destroy my eardrums.”

He had not expected them to...care that much to change not only their interactions with him, but also their habits. David had changed how he wore his cologne, but the others had most of their products switched. Apparently Mike was sensitive to smells as well and had a few suggestions that were easily accepted. Not to mention Eggs no longer sprinted around when Scott grew because he apparently took it was a challenge. No more unnecessary shouts.

It was everything he ever wanted but knew he could never have.

Of course he could do without the demand to hold him. The demand he’s the one holding them. Questions of if he shifted, can they join on a shifting night, what kind of pranks can safely be pulled on him so no one’s in danger. He became a safety net when he was put on party decoration but the others said he’d need their help. The one who would retrieve items lost ideas from hard to reach places.

“Smell me.”

Scott never expected David to ask the question. James had when he had a day off at the hospital to establish he smelled of mint. Though after he immediately had a theory they didn’t actually have a ‘scent’ and Scott was only interpreting a non-tangible smell into something he’s familiar with, which did not end well when Eggs found out and ended with the doctor getting attacked randomly over a few weeks with spritzes of something that smelled like mint as retaliation. Jeremy asked about his own smell once he understood what happened and beamed at the proclamation of a chocolate shop.

But there was never a day David went without his cologne. Meaning it was impossible for Scott to pick up what the business man himself smelled like without the chemicals acting as a solid barrier.

Tonight was different. And one look at Fritz and Jeremy’s excitement told him there had been quite a bit off begging to get to where they were. Which was impressive, but Scott didn’t exactly enjoy the hand being held as if he was a dog needing to sniff someone and confirm they weren’t a threat.

“Please.”

That single word made his entire year. “You smell like warm clothes.”

David looked confused. “I what?”

Scott could only shrug. Up until then, he tried to keep the specifics out of how he described what scents the others possessed. Because it was hard to explain the distinction between chamomile and chamomile tea. One was just a flower while the other has warmth and a more calming feeling. It wasn’t just spearmint, but rather the wild kind that is sharper than it would taste. It’s not just cinnamon, but the spice that a topping to another drink that is always different and always sweet.

“Like clean clothes that came right out of the dryer.”

“Oh.”

It was one of the few times David didn’t have something to say back. Though it was the first time it was out of genuine intrigue.

And it was the first time Scott felt like he was finally home.

#thank you Anon!#and Happy Holidays!!#hope everyone has had a good week!#and those who celebrate did/are/will enjoy it!#seriously though #we're blaming how long this took on the guards deciding this was this hill they wanted to die on fighting over the story #g/t #giant #tiny #FNAF bois #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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lire-casander · 1 year

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#2 being an expert in teasing each other

being an expert in teasing each other original prompt list here

“Dinner’s here!” TK announces as he saunters back into the open living room.

He’s in a good mood tonight — he’s got no major incidents during his shift and he’s come back home to his fiancé, whose own shift has been as uneventful as TK’s. They’ve even invited their friends for a quick dinner and a round — or three — of Catan.

“I can’t wait to dig into my Chow Mein!” Nancy exclaims, making grabby hands at him. When TK gives her the bag so she can fish out her order, she adds, “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Mateo points out innocently.

“Only when you’re not around to spend the night,” she deadpans, making Mateo splutter and blush furiously.

“Nancy!” Paul chides her.

“We don’t want to know what you’re up to when you’re alone!” Carlos exclaims, feigning disgust.

Nancy winks at him before passing the bag around so everyone can have their dinner ready for the short break in playing they’re having. As they munch over their food, TK notices that Carlos is having some trouble with his chopsticks; he keeps trying to grab a dumpling and dropping it into the container right away.

“Babe,” he starts, teasingly. “You’re supposed to use those to put the food in your mouth, not drop it in your lap.”

“I wasn’t dropping them in my lap,” Carlos counteracts. “They keep refusing to be grabbed.” To prove his point, he tries picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks, only for the offending piece of food to fall back into the container.

“I think I want to make my meal more challenging,” TK charges again. “Can you teach me whatever technique it is you’re using?”

There’s a teasing undertone in his words, one that makes Marjan chuckle and Paul coughs behind his hand in a mocking way. Carlos glares at him before looking back down at his food and trying, once again, to pick a dumpling successfully.

He fails, earning himself a loud laugh from his friends.

“Look at you, Chopstick Master,” TK continues with a laugh. “After all these years, you still can’t use a chopstick properly? What, were you raised in a barn?”

“As a matter of fact,” he replies to TK, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I was raised in a barn. Never heard a complaint from you before, City Boy.”

The whole gang collectively exhales a uuuuhhhh that makes TK cackle a little as he holds Carlos’ gaze.

“Careful,” TK retaliates. “Don’t poke your eyes out. I’m kinda attached to them.”

“Is that the only thing you’re attached to?” Carlos teases back. “May I remind you that I’m—”

“Please, stop!” Paul intervenes as Marjan fakes some gagging sounds. “We don’t need to hear more of this.”

“Ditto,” Marjan agrees.

“Okay, okay, we’ll behave,” TK promises just as Carlos drops the dumpling once again, this time splashing the sauce all over your shirt. “Babe, this reminds me of that time you spilled—”

“We don’t want to hear what he spilled!” Mateo finally catches up with the rest, who are groaning loudly.

Carlos finds TK’s gaze as they’re being teased by their friends for their endless flirting banter, and winks at his fiancé. As TK winks back, Carlos gives up on the chopsticks and grabs the dumpling with his bare hand. Purposefully, he bites into it with gusto, eyes never leaving TK’s, a promise of more, later etched in the seams of his glance.

#lire's 40 to the 40s #prompt 2 #prompt 2: being an expert in teasing each other #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star #mateo chavez #nancy gillian #marjan marwani #paul strickland #fluff #innuendo #teasing

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queertheatrenerd · 2 years

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I wrote this at like midnight, and figured y'all would appreciate it.

My work is my own, no one has any permission to post my work anywhere else.

TW: liquor, cussing? (Lemme know if I missed any!)

I tried to make a gender neutral Y/N, but I'm not entirely sure I succeeded since I wrote this for a chapter of my fanfic with a character that uses she/they pronouns.

Enjoy (:

Y/N stumbles into the room,

"God, please tell me they're sober." Tony says in an exasperated tone with an eye roll. Y/N just grabs another bottle, not giving a singular fuck.

Bucky notices this and looks over, "Hey, mhm mhm." He says with a head shake towards Y/N.

Y/N simply flips him off, too inebriated and too much of a bad bitch to care.

"Oh, bite me, would you?" They say, not pissed off, but not much of a sunshine either.

Sick of this behavior, Bucky begins to take off his jacket, "Watch your mouth." He says, his jaw tight.

"Oh, fuck." Y/N says, quickly realizing their mistake. They don't wait a millisecond more to start their speedy escape, still carrying the liquor bottle. Bucky chases them, fully prepared to show them the consequences of their actions. Eventually, after a ridiculous amount of time running, Y/N gives in. They were stumbling towards the end of the chase, concerning Bucky that they'd fall.

"You done with this game yet, Y/N?" Bucky asks with a smug grin.

"Running is harder than you'd know, asshat."

"You sure it doesn't have anything to do with the liquor you've had?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Oh, fuck off, you never gave a shit before now." Y/N says, trying to hide the tears in their eyes.

"Doll, I have always given a shit before now. You're just stubborn." He says with a laugh, to which Y/N lightly laughs at. Bucky takes the liquor out of Y/N's hands, with not too much of a fight, and sets it aside on a random desk.

"C'mon doll, let's go get you into bed." He says, offering his hand to Y/N, who takes it with little persuasion.

"Okay..." Y/N mutters, sounding small and weak, stumbling.

"Can I pick you up doll? You look like you're about to fall." Y/N nods, putting their arms up. Bucky picks his love up, and carefully carries them up the stairs all while hearing them excitedly talk about their latest discovery about how hot liquids cannot go in wine glasses.

"And I was pouring my coffee into the wineglass and it just shattered on me. So rudely." Bucky nodded, "That is very rude of the wineglass."

"I know right! Like, excuse me Mx. Wineglass, I just wanted to be fancy with my coffee." Bucky tried his best not to laugh at this, and failed terribly. Which, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed by Y/N.

"Why are you laughing? It's not funny, I liked that wineglass. It was very mean to shatter on me." Y/N said with a pout.

"You're right sweetheart, I'm sorry." Bucky apologizes.

"Thank you, you're forgiven." Y/N smiles, giving him a peck on the cheek with a blush.

Once they made it upstairs, Y/N was back to being the sassy badass bitch they are.....just in toddler form.

"Doll, c'mon, it's time for bed." Bucky said for what seemed to be the millionth time.

"No! I'm a bad bitch, bad bitches don't have a bedtime!" Y/N said, sitting on the bed with their arms crossed in their baby pink cherry pajamas.

"Even the baddest of bitches have a bedtime sweetheart, I'm sure Beyonce and Taylor Swift have their own bedtimes as well." Bucky reasons.

Y/N tilts their head, their eyes wide, "They do?"

Bucky nods, "Yes, yes they do doll."

"Okay...but will you come snuggle with me?" They said, making grabby hands. Bucky decided that the team could be left alone for an afternoon (boy was that a mistake) and smiled softly.

"Of course doll,"

They spent the rest of the day, together, cuddling in bed.

Until Bucky woke up, hearing a crash followed by, "GODDAMMIT Y/N!" from a very pissed off Tony.

"Not my fault." Y/N mutters, half-asleep.

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x yn #bucky fanfic

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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker au #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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