#yeah he sounds quite nerdy but it's also kinda warm in sound

[spacepiratethirstclub]

When I hear my f/o's voice, I wonder what he sounds like in bed. What sounds he'd make as I spoil him with attention, touching and teasing him until he begs for more. uwu

#nsft gush #f/o nsft #nsft #minors dni #self ship nsft #self shipping nsft #hornyposting #nerdy space boi #just watched a couple eps of c0sm0 w@rri0r zer0 and yeah my sweetheart's voice is a bit different but still nice to listen to #yeah he sounds quite nerdy but it's also kinda warm in sound #dunno if that even makes sense #but regardless his voice in s/s/x will always be close to my heart #now THAT... that voice makes me weak #ah the quirks of having a f/o with multiple voice actors... :p

[tamamatango]

Let’s talk about Kururu, again

Apparently the fandom is growing all of a sudden so I feel like talking about Kururu again cuz that’s all I know how to do and it’s been a while

First off disclaimer that fandom is fandom and anybody can interpret any character any way they want and if you like to portray a character a certain way for whatever reason go for it, more power to you (unless you put them in pedo/incest relationships that are displayed as good in which case fuck you). But in my personal Kirbpinion(TM) the Funimation dub was a fucking mistake because so many fan content creators write a way different Kururu than what he is in canon cuz the dub never got to his best episodes and also upped the sadism to ridiculous levels. Listen I know it’s funny to joke that he’s the kind of guy that has 3 medieval torture chambers but hear me out. Kururu is by no means a perfect person, he’s genuinely pretty rude/blunt (though sometimes his straightforwardness is justified :P), has an ego, sometimes acts pretty gross around others and likes extreme and elaborate pranks way way way too much BUT.

Assuming you’ve watched far enough into the series (like 100+ eps) I do not really understand the interpretation that he doesn’t care about anyone and that friendship and love are things he is totally incapable of. He says that yes but if you pay enough attention to his dialogue it becomes pretty apparent that he displays this attitude for multiple reasons. One is that he does genuinely have a hard time expressing the emotions he feels and often has awkward/guarded ways of doing so. But also he says many times over the course of the series that he has a “reputation” to keep up and wants people to call him a jerk; he wants to look cool and rebellious all the time and he thinks a nasty apathetic attitude is what earns him that status (not claiming that’s a healthy mindset, mind you). He wants to have full control over the way people see him and he gets super frustrated and humiliated when he can’t. This is probably why he gets so upset when people talk about how unpopular he is, because he’s spent so much time honing his image to a T and is like why the fuck isn’t this working?! In other words even though sometimes he is just an actual pain in the neck a lot of his asshole antics are part of a carefully manufactured persona, and he will do anything down to labeling his own memories to prevent other people from seeing through his facade and discovering the parts of him that are vulnerable.

And God forbid anyone does figure out that he does care quite a bit for the people around him, or at least if he didn’t at first he does now. Early on in the series he was commonly referred to as “depressing” and while the meta reason is probably just the anime writers just didn’t know how to adapt the character yet (he started out a little differently in the manga), in canon I believe he was just even more inclined to push everybody away from him, and as he began to get used to working in a group he gradually opened up. He commentates on how “soft” he’s gotten since he came to Earth a couple times, and the fact that he’s surprisingly one of the most loyal to Keroro out of the whole team (in many episodes where everyone abandons Keroro for being dumb he leaves last) and goes out of his way to help when he thinks it’s warranted (he asks for money when things aren’t dire yeah but hey labor deserves compensation :V) shows that he is dedicated to his team. There’s even episodes where he doles out some kind of moral lesson to the squad in his own Kururu-y way, especially to Keroro and Tamama. Even the Hinatas he’ll pitch in to protect when he has to, and we all know he’ll pretty much drop everything if Saburo needs him.

Speaking of which. I think the unspoken reason why he’s best friends with Saburo (besides the surface-level stuff like they’re smart and nerdy and seen as enigmas by everybody else) is because Saburo is the only other person in the cast who understands Kururu’s particular struggle of putting on airs as a means of self-defense all the time. He basically has a carefully managed celebrity life (that he has to constantly work to hide in anime canon), a somewhat formal/reserved public life, and the more quirky enthusiastic side of himself he only shows when alone and to the few people he’s close to and god damn that just sounds like the most exhausting juggling act ever. He has an outlet to free himself through his art but he still has to live with nobody quite knowing what he goes through on a daily basis, which is probably why we see him off on his own for most of the series (until he gets to warm up to everybody better...wonder who that sounds like) and occasionally have his bouts of frustration and insecurity like in 229 where he says “fuck it I’m gonna fight the apocalypse alone because I need something to do,” 354(? I think that’s the number) where he talks about just dropping everything and starting over, and I think one of the Christmas eps where Giroro has to like beg him to go to the Hinatas’ party cuz he says he’s “busy” even though he’s just sitting around pretty much (UPDATE: it’s 294 the implication is probably that he has his show or something but cmon that’s only like an hour lol). I am going off on a tangent now but anyway the point is he and Kururu are the most complicated communicators of the cast and they share feelings only they understand which is why they can more or less read each other’s minds and know exactly what to do when the other is in trouble.

Back to Kururu. Keroro, from what I can tell, is the closest to him out of the Platoon; Keroro gets freaked out by Kururu’s pranks sometimes yeah but they have a lot of common interests as the fun-lovers of the group and Kururu’s also kinda been interested in Keroro enough time follow him around for almost his entire life up to this point so there’s that. He also gets along with the other people he‘s around; we know he and Aki get along from the beginning because of how dynamic their personalities are but later on he gets close to Fuyuki to the point where they just hang out for the heck of it sometimes, and even though Natsumi is very justified in generally disliking him (many of Kururu’s more Eugh moments tend to involve her) even she seems to rely on him often, and in the cursed puppy episode she knows all his favorite foods by heart so she must care in some fashion lol. Dororo and he aren’t evidently super close but I think they get each other on some level as the (in-universe) least popular of the platoon and Dororo at least respects his abilities, and has clearly come to figure out his subtleties based on 229. Giroro and Mois...things get complicated. Just putting on record that I’m not a fan of either ship between Kururu and them. I’ve said this before but I think Giroro and Kururu are in a turbulent sibling-adjacent relationship in that they have completely opposing attitudes but they have a begrudging sense of respect for each other and, ultimately, they’re teammates, so they’ll defend each other when someone they don’t know tries to mess with them. I really don’t think the flirty stuff on Kururu’s end goes beyond teasing and I got kinda sick of that running gag if I’m being honest. (You can probably tell which frog I ship Kururu with by now :P) Mois went from something of a rival to Kururu to his lab partner, which is probably why he goes easier on her than he used to and even strikes up something of a friendship because the only other person he knows that might be capable of handling his technology is an Earthling who’s still against the invasion despite his lax attitude so. She helps :V

Now the question is why Kururu acts like he does if his relationships really aren’t all that bad and I think there’s two components to this. I’ve made it clear by now I think he’s autistic but your mileage may vary there. I think personally his childhood did something to the way he processes things as well. In Secret of the Kero Ball, he’s got a bandage on his head which may imply he got hurt somewhere and then he almost drowned which canonically definitely did something to him lol, was mostly seen alone so who knows if he has a family he still talks to, and then he got drafted into the army and placed into a high-ranking position of great responsibility at a very young age; it’s kind of a no-brainer why he rebeled and got demoted eventually. I’ve got plenty of headcanons about what his early days in the Military did to him but that’s for another day because good God this post went on too long.

In short: Kururu is possibly the most complicated character in the show and the F in Flanderization stands for “Funimation.” That’s it I’m never writing another essay about pee-color frog again I will make real content again at some point I promise

#keroro gunso #sgt frog #kururu #kululu #long post #i sure spent 2 hours on this #imo kururu is a more compelling tsundere than giroro there I said it

[thiswasinevitableid]

70 for sternclay, nsfw please :)

70: you’re planning my best friend’s wedding which we find out the day after you drunkenly hit on me at a bar and I reject you.

“God I hope this guy isn’t a jerk.” Dani plays with her hair as Aubrey fidgets with her phone.

“Hey, if he is, you’ve got me as back-up.” Barclay pats her shoulder reassuringly, “plus, like, you two are the brides. You’re the bosses of the wedding.”

“If we really were the bosses, we wouldn’t be working with a wedding planner in the first place.” Aubrey grumbles. 

There’s a knock on the door and Barclay stands, “I’ll get it, you two finish mentally bracing yourselves.”

He opens the door to find a tall, dark haired man with bright blues and a well-cut suit staring at him. Their expressions morph to shock and recognition at the same instant.

“Hi, hic, big guy, what’s your name?” The man’s blue eyes are noticeable even in the dim light of the bar. 

“Barclay.” He turns on his stool, giving the man a once over that he can’t help but notice. 

“You, hic, here, hic, with anyone?”

“Nope.”

“Want to, hic, be?” 

The man is clearly built under his v-neck t-shirt, and Barclay would dearly love to get a closer look at his ass. Trouble is, his ass is having a hard time staying balanced in that chair. 

“Sorry, blue eyes, not tonight.”

The man slinks away before Barclay can even ask if he wants him to call him a ride. 

“I’m looking for Aubrey Little’s residence?”

“You found it. She and Dani are in here.” He ushers blue-eyes inside, doesn’t envy him the look of suspicion he gets from both women. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Little and Ms. Coulice, I’m Joseph Stern, and I’m here to help your wedding go off without a hitch.”

“Great. Let’s get this over with. Honey, can you go get the notes AH Dr. Harris Bonkers put that down!” Aubrey dives off the chair, grabbing a phone charger from the jaws of the ten pound white rabbit. 

As one bride opens up her laptop and the other re-cages a disgruntled small mammal, Stern turns to him.

“And, um, how do you know the brides to be?”

“Dani’s been my best friend since middle school, so I’m her man of honor and helping with the wedding planning.”

“I see. Oh, thank you Ms. Coulice.”

“Dani is fine.” Dani returns to her spot in the loveseat while Stern sits down in a nearby chair with her laptop. He reads for several moments without comment, Aubrey trading worried looks wh Barclay and Dani as he does. 

“Are these the specific venues you have in mind, or just examples of the type of location you’d like?”

“Mostly examples.” 

“Got it. Would you mind sending me these files? That way I can have them as reference when I’m looking into possible venues.”

“You’re not gonna, like, try to talk us into the Yacht Club or something?”

Stern looks at Aubrey with a warm, polite smile, “Ms. Little--Aubrey--, your father may have retained me, but my job is to make the wedding as close to what you want as possible. I’m not here to undermine you.”

“O-kay” Aubrey still sounds wary, but she and Dani relax as Stern goes over his planning approach with them and works out a tentative schedule of meetings. When he’s done, Barclay offers to walk him to the door. 

Just as he steps outside, he turns, “I, um, I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention our exchange last night to either of them. Or to Mr. Little. It’s not a habit of mine, I just had a bit too much, um, liquid courage.”

“You got it. Kinda feeling like I dodged a bullet myself.”

“Oh?” A dark eyebrow arches playfully. 

“Rather not sleep with the enemy.”

“Wh-did you miss the part where I said I was here to help them?” 

“Nope, but you and I both know it’s a lie. You’re here because Aubrey’s dad has a bug up his butt about this wedding causing a scandal or not being fancy enough or some bullshit, so he called you in to make sure it stays bland.” He sighs, “Look, Mr. Stern, I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but Dani is like a sister and Aubrey is one of my best friends; I’m here to make sure the wedding is actually what they want.”

Stern pinches the bridge of his nose, “is there anything I can to convince you I’m not trying to make them miserable?”

“Yeah. Quit.”

“Not a chance.” Is the immediate reply. 

“Well, there’s your answer then.” With that, he shuts the door. There’s a frustrated huff on the other side, and then footsteps fading away.

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Stern sighs, checks his appearance in the front window as he waits for Dani or Aubrey to open the door. He’s been working with them two weeks now, and while both women (and Dr Harris Bonkers) have warmed up to him some, Barclay remains polite but distant the times they’ve crossed paths. Lord almighty Stern can’t believe he almost slept with him. 

Yes, the man looks like his wet dreams made flesh and yes, Stern would like to ride him like a show-horse, but what a nightmare it would have made this whole assignment. Even if Barclay’s reasons insult him, he’s glad they’ve settled on keeping their distance.

Maybe this more casual look will help the other man see he’s not some stuffed suit out to ruin his friend’s wedding.

“Oh, you’re early.” Barclay opens the door with his usual pleasant but cool expression.

“No, I’m not. It’s three.” 

“Wait, shit really?” Barclay pulls out his phone as they walk inside, “damn, I must’ve lost track of time when I was cooking. Oh. Uh.” He looks at Stern, apologetic, “and I have a text from Aubrey saying she and Dani had a change of plans and won’t be here until seven.”

“That’s not great, but it’s workable. I can leave and come back.”

“Don’t you live kinda far--uh, huh, she says for us to just test out the menu together and leave her and Dani some for dinner.”

“I guess we can manage tha--why are there ingredients and pots everywhere?”

“Because...I’m…Cooking?” Barclay glances sideways at him. 

“What happened to the entire conversation about caterers? When did they change? What’s-”

“Hold on.” Barclay raises one hand, voice calm and deep, soothing over Stern’s rising worries like waves over hot skin, “think you’re mixed up; we’re trying out the food for the rehearsal dinner today. The one I’m cooking. Not the reception.”

“Oh thank the lord.” Stern slumps forward on the counter, “I thought I was about to have a whole day of calling disgruntled employees to tell them to nevermind about a quote.”

“Nope. Now have a seat, look like you’re gonna pass out on Dani’s floor. You want something to drink? We got water, beer, iced tea…”

“Water’s fine, thank you.” He tracks Barclay through the kitchen as he retrieves a glass from an upper cabinet, shirt riding up to show a patch of a dark, fuzzy belly that Stern instantly wants to feel pressed against him as it’s owner pins him to the nearest flat surface. 

Cooking seems to relax the other man enough that he actually chats with Stern, rather than keeping their conversation focused on the wedding. Stern learns he’s a personal chef and cookbook editor, though his original background was in baking. 

“Okay man, I gotta know” Barclay stirs something cardamom scented over the stove, “what’s with the shirt?”

“It’s from the radio station that first broadcast the story of the Michigan Dogman.”

“The what?”

“The Michigan Dogman, it’s a cryptid, um, nevermind” he curses himself for choosing casual clothes, “it’s niche and nerdy, you don’t want to hear about it.”

“Wrong, now you gotta tell me everything.” Barclay grins at him over his shoulder.

So he does, gradually at first in case Barclay regrets pushing this geekery button and needs to change the conversation, but the other man simply listens, really listens, as he cooks while Stern talks about his journey to the radio station and his talk with the DJ who accidentally started a legend. 

They keep talking as they eat, swapping travel stories and book recommendations, Barclay laughing when Stern shares some of the more ridiculous requests he’s gotten while working as a wedding planner. 

When Aubrey and Dani arrive home, they take one look at him and Barclay, stopped mid-anecdote and smiling at each other, and trade a surprised glance. 

All Stern can think is you and me both.

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The planning goes more smoothly after that night, Barclay beginning to trust Stern more and more. Stern also learns that he trusts Barclay’s judgement , and the other man is invaluable in helping him narrow down options to present to the brides, both of whom are overall pleased with his work.

He’s particularly proud of his find for the wedding venue. The Madonna Inn is perfect, brightly colored and fancy but still just a bit kitschy, like the locations Dani originally showed him. Both brides were overjoyed, which is why all four of them came down for the weekend to make preparations and start scoping out vendors for the food and flowers.  Dani and Aubrey went back up to the city Sunday night, but he and Barclay are staying at the inn the rest of the week, Stern in hopes of having everything scheduled and coordinated and Barclay there in case he needs a second set of eyes (he’s working on a new cookbook and his clients are traveling, so taking the week down the coast is no trouble). 

Today has been a work day, but Stern is taking tomorrow off basically because no one has time to meet with him. So after a late afternoon spent lounging on the beach, the two of them go out for a leisurely dinner. On a whim, Stern lets Barclay select and order his meal for him. He doesn’t mean for it to be flirtatious at first, he just trusts Barclay’s culinary instincts and is tired of making decisions. But one look at Barclay’s face, his widening pupils and sudden blush, tell Stern all he needs to know. 

“You gonna be good and eat whatever I give you?” Barclay murmurs, so low he’s almost inaudible under the clank of silverware and hum of conversation. 

“Of course.” Stern puts on his sweetest smile, shores up his defenses against the self-doubt curling up his spine. He’s not fast enough, and so orders another cocktail. 

Halfway through the meal, he notices Barclay watching him, and another piece clicks into place; the cook keeps eyeing his lips and throat as he eats, often shifts in his chair if Stern makes a delighted noise after a bite. When dessert comes, the accidental sounds are replaced by deliberate ones and he luxuriates as he eats his tiramisu, licking the fork to be sure not a drop of cream is wasted. 

Barclay asks for the check, and two more slices of cake to-go, without ever taking his eyes off of Stern. He’s feeling confident, and a bit wobbly, as Barclay drives them back to the Inn, taking the larger man’s hand and pulling him towards one of the beds before he can even get the lights on.

A large, gentle hand on his shoulder, “no can do, blue eyes.”

“But I, hic, we, hic-” the world goes sideways as Baclay unlinks their hands. 

“Go get some sleep, Joe.”

He changes while Barclay’s in the bathroom, huddles under the covers and faces the window so the other man can’t see him burning top to bottom with shame. 

Things get worse in the morning; he’s awoken by a phone call saying the florist has an open slot to meet with him in an hour and so he throws on the nearest nice clothes and dashes out the door. That meeting is followed by a phone call from Mr. Little who is none to pleased with the location choice and Stern spends forty-five minutes convincing him that the Inn is perfectly tasteful and also it’s what the brides want and that counts for a great deal wouldn’t you agree?

His nerves are firing full-strength when he gets back to the room. Barclay, freshly showered and clothed, looks up at him from the bed where he’s thumbing through Cooks Illustrated, reading glasses perched on his nose. 

“Rough morning?”

“ Yes.”

He shuts the magazine “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna talk about last night?”

“Also no.”

“Well, I do.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You simply aren’t interested in me that way and I’ve made an ass of myself twice by misreading the situation.”

“You’re wrong. You’re my type, blue eyes-”

“Clearly not, since-”

“-When you’re sober.” Barclay sits all the way up, “which is why I wanna know why you only flirt with me when you’re so drunk neither of us can try anything.”

“Because...because approaching people like that makes me nervous. I’m already under enough stress as it, running block for Aubrey and Dani against Mr. Little without getting myself fired, and the thought of trying to flirt, it’s, everything starts going wrong, it will all go wrong and-” the panic is back, his composure leaving him and taking whatever respect Barclay had for him with it. 

“Joe, breathe.”

“Breathing is not the issue here!” 

Barclay stands, face calm, and walks over to him. Instead of stepping in front of him, he circles behind, and a hand rests at the base of Stern’s neck.

“Let’s try that again. Inhale, blue eyes, a nice long one.” 

Stern complies, Barclay’s voice carrying no threats but leaving no room for protest. 

“Breathe out, count to four while you do.”

Stern exhales, nerves diverting energy from panic to desire, Barclays fingers on his skin and dominant baritone in his ear. 

“Good boy. Do it again.”

Stern takes another deep breath, then another, over and over as Barclay leads him to the bed and slips off his jacket, followed by his shoes and socks. 

“That’s it Joe, you’re doing so good.” He sits beside him on the bed, stroking his hair and Stern follows his touch, “what do you need? What helps when this happens?”

“Something to, to focus on, until I calm down. Just not work related or too complicated.”

“Hmmm” a thumb brushes over his lips, then down his chin, “I got a few things in mind, but they’re pretty damn dirty. Should we try something else?”

“No, please, I, I want that, want, want to be good for you like that.”

“Okay blue eyes, we can do that. You gotta promise me you’ll say ‘stop’ if something doesn’t feel good, okay?”

He nods, heart shaking his ribs, and Barclay leans and kisses him once, tenderly, before laying back on the bed, hands resting beneath his head.

“Get my dick out, yeah, there we go, good boy, I want you to use your mouth, can you, OH, ohhhhyeah.” His cock bumps Stern’s cheek as his hips tilt, a response to Stern lapping teasingly at the base. He drags his tongue all the way up the shaft, takes the head into his mouth, doing his damndest to lock eyes with Barclay the whole time. 

“Babe, fuck, that’s it, oh fuck you look good like that, knew you’d look good with my dick in your mouth, been thinking about it since that first night.”

Stern whimpers, hungry for more and pushes his head down. Having Barclay’s cock in his mouth forces him to keep his breathing measured, and so he savors it, senses filling with salt and skin and lingering hints of soap. 

“That’s it babe, nice and slow, we got all day. Long as I get to cum sometime before noon I’m happy.”

Stern rolls his tongue over the tip as he pulls off, switches to kisses and licks as he slowly jerks him off. Occasionally he skates up, nudging Barclay’s shirt with his nose--his hands uninterested in leaving his cock--so he can leave deep, longing kisses across his stomach and hips. Every movement elicits a groan or a sigh, every kiss and suck earns him praise. It’s only when his hands are slick with pre-cum and his own saliva that Barclay bucks his hips more intently, growling when Stern takes him back into his mouth. 

“Shit you’re good at this, not, fuck, not surprised, look like you would be, like all you need is for me to take care of you and you’ll open that fucking perfect mouth whenever I ask FUCK, oh you like that, don’t you babe? Fuck, shit, like the idea of taking what I give you?”

He whines, rubbing his thighs together as Barclay’s cock bumps the back of his mouth.

“You got three seconds to decide how you wanna take this.”

Stern locks eyes with him again, and dips down the barest bit more. Barclay’s hands tangle in his hair as he groans “good boy” and cums, bitter and warm, down Stern’s throat.

His hands flop onto the bed, allowing Stern to sit up. 

“Did...was I good?”

“So fucking good.” Barclay thwacks a hand dramatically onto his forehead to wipe it, “do you want to keep going? Or do you want to stop?”

“I want” Stern presses his hand against his cock, as if this will help rather than make him wetter, “please, can we keep going?”

“Yeah” Barclay sits up, kisses each cheek, “pants and underwear off, leave the shirt and tie.”

By the time Stern is appropriately undressed, Barclay is back on the bed with the to-go box and  a plastic fork. He reclines on the pillows, box on his upper chest, “come straddle me, knees about here” he pats the bed near his waist. Stern scoots up into position, Barclay licking his lips as he does. 

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna show me how you get off, so I can know just what to do tonight to make you cry into the mattress.”

“Fuck.” Stern gasps, fingers already rapidly stroking his dick.

“Mmmm, look at how slick you are. Think that deserves a reward.” He spears a piece of cake, “open.”

Stern opens his mouth, leaning forward so Barclay can more easily feed him.

“You do like being spoiled. I can work with that.” Barclay rumbles, pleased, when Sterns fingers work frantically after a second bite. 

“Please, Barclay, I want to kiss you, please say I can kiss you.”

“Not until you finish.” 

“The, the cake or myself.”

“Yourself, blue eyes.”

He’s panting now, sweat soaking through his shirt, and slowing his hand and hips to take the bites Barclay offers. When he cums it doubles him over, and as he’s bracing his hands on the headboard, trying not to collapse on his partner, Barclay moves everything aside and cups his face, gently guiding him down to kiss him. They stay like that as Stern slowly explores his mouth, tastes leftover cake and laughs when a coppery beard scratches his neck. And when he begins to drop, breath shallow and fingers shaking, Barclay rolls them onto their sides, holds him close. Tells him over and over that he’s proud of him, that he did so well, that he’s right here and he’ll take care of him, give him whatever he wants. 

“Honestly, breakfast sounds better than anything else right now.” Stern mumbles against his chest. 

“I’ll order us some. You still need me to dom you, or are you ready to start calling the shots again?”

“I don’t call all the shots.” 

“Just most of ‘em. Don’t tell anyone, but I kinda like that about you. You’re good at what you do.” Barclay kisses his forehead. 

“I...I think I’d like to rinse off while you order breakfast.”

Barclay offers one more kiss before they roll out of bed, has Stern’s robe waiting for him when he gets out of the shower and brings him the room service tray as soon as it’s delivered. They lounge together on Stern’s bed, watching the Inn come to life as the afternoon draws near. From here, they can even see the spot where their friends will get married.

“The ceremony is gonna be perfect.”

“As perfect as I can manage, yes.”

“You got a date for it yet?”

“No.” 

“You want one?” Barclay smiles at him, the sunlight making him look as if he stepped out of a daydream and into Stern’s bed. 

“Depends; would that date be you?”

“Yep.” Barclay kisses his shoulder.

“Well then,” Stern grins, tips his chin up for a coffee-flavored kiss, “there’s your answer.’

#meet ugly #sternclay #agent stern/barclay #prompt fills

[madamedevien]

9 with Levi or Satan please!

Levi OR Satan?? Anon, I couldn’t possibly choose between the two boys - so have both! Done in order: Levi and then Satan. (Apologies for the delay - this was partially due to me trying to pick just one and the other was writing for the two of them, hahahaha!)9. “I don’t like people, but you’re an exception.” Levi and SatanLevi’s contains: SFW, nerdiness, Leviathan’s bad at emotions (as per usual), Levi is an embarrassed mess, also an awkward loveable tsundere, questionable Yoda-speak. 489 word drabble.Satan’s contains: SFW, books, Satan can’t help but be a bit of a snide tease (not that kind of tease, get your mind out of the gutter), he’s a scheister but we love him, fluff, he likes to wind you up, you’re both cute okay?, this is so freaking fluffy and self-indulgent. 668 word drabble.

At first, he didn’t hear his D.D.D. go off. Leviathan was so absorbed in his raid battle that he was oblivious to anything outside of the Treacherous Dungeon of Loorg - until the second notification. His phone didn’t often go off often, so for it to happen more than once in a row was worthy of his attention. Golden eyes flicked over to the phone screen on his desk, and he smiled. To see your face flash up was a pleasant surprise. 

The Avatar of Envy was quick to accept your call. “Hey - what’s up?” In the background, it was easy enough to hear the quick clacking of his buttons as he continued on his quest.“Hi - I was just wondering if you’re busy? I thought that maybe we could hang out?”That made Leviathan blush. The thought that you wanted to spend time with him always got him flustered.“Uh, well, I’m kinda in the middle of a raid here…”“Oh.” Oh no. Why did he say that? In that kind of tone?? It made it sound like he didn’t want to see you - and he did!! He really did! You sounded disappointed and, crap, what was he gonna do how was he gonna make up for this and were you going to go and hang out with one of his other brothers instead of watching him kick Loorg’s ass?! Lord of Shadows help him…“But I guess you could come and watch if you wanted.” So that’s how you ended up in Levi’s room, sat on one of his spare chairs while he totally smashed his way through the raid. The silence between you both was amicable, which was a surprise to the demon. He kind of didn’t even really mind when you asked questions, although you seemed pretty good at not being too annoying although did he ever find you annoying? Don’t ask him complicated questions like that. The time passed by quickly. He blushed and partially hid under blue bangs when you cheered at his victory, choosing to stuff his mouth full of snacks rather than acknowledge your praise…even if it made his heart swell with pride. “That was awesome, Levi!! I think you ought to invite your brothers next time -” You didn’t even get to finish your thought before Leviathan scoffed.“They’re just normies. They wouldn’t get it.”“But…you think I’m just a normie.”Golden eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “Urgh - an exception, you are. Suck, they do. People suck in general. Why do you think I’m such a shut-in? But you’re different. I like you.”Complete silence overtook the room as Leviathan’s words sunk. His ears were practically glowing red once he realised what he’d actually said - “NOT THAT THAT MEANS ANYTHING, OKAY?!”A brief moment of bravery allowed him to look over to you and your beaming face. “I like you too, Levi. How about you choose a two-player? Dinner’s not for a few more hours.”Yeah, you were definitely an exception. The Henry to his Lord of Shadows, you were. —It was always a pleasure to watch Satan perusing books; to see his face truly serene for once, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. A genuinely beautiful sight. However, as you watched him and reflected on your time with the demon, you realised quite quickly that very rarely did he ever join you and the other brothers for anything. Well, with the exception of the mandatory presence at any of Diavolo’s gatherings or RAD events… Still. Sometimes you wondered whether he was lonely. The blond did seem to regularly ask you to accompany him on outings. Walks in the park, trips to the library, reading sessions in his room…A soft murmur of your name stirred you from your thoughts, only to realise that Satan’s deep eyes were looking at you with concern. “Are you alright?”You nodded with a smile. “Of course. Sorry. Was just thinking.”That caused one of his eyebrows to crook as he smirked. “A dangerous pastime for you.” He chuckled warmly when you shot him a look. “What were you thinking about?”As you shook your head, ready to brush off his question, the Avatar of Wrath fixed you with a firm stare with that ever present smile - although this was not his true smile. “Come now - you can tell me. Perhaps I can help you in your futile pursuit of knowledge.” He was clearly annoyed that you weren’t being forthcoming. “Excuse me?!”Your indignation did make his smile morph into something more genuine. “I said what I meant and I meant what I said - your futile pursuit of knowledge. As a human, you appear to retain so little…”When you shoved his shoulder with a laugh, Satan took the opportunity to grasp your hand and hold it to his chest. “Genuinely. Tell me what you were thinking, kitten.”The pet name was nice, but you were fairly certain it was either to throw you off or butter you up. You weren’t sure which. “Promise not to laugh?”“I refuse to make any promises that I’m certain I won’t be able to keep.” The two of you were on the verge of laughter, both aware that Satan was purposefully being difficult, almost purposefully trying to get a rise out of you - it was his weird version of humour with people that he seemed to like. “Whatever, you pain. I was just…” Now it felt a bit uncomfortable to say and you were worried that the blond that you liked so much would take your query the wrong way, “I was just worried that you might be lonely.”His expression was wiped quite blank at that and it made you look away. “Now why might you think something like that, kitten?”“Ah…” You felt like a fool. “I was just thinking about how it’s always just you and me. You don’t seem to hang out much with your brothers, I can’t recall any time that I’ve seen you voluntarily interacting with others…and I guess I was just a bit worried.”Your eyes shyly traced back to Satan’s face…and you were more than a little surprised to see him absolutely beaming at you.“You were worried about me?”“Pssht. Go on then, laugh-” “Don’t. While I do find it amusing that you would worry about a demon, not to mention such a powerful demon as myself…I’m touched.” His fingers twined with yours and you felt the pink dusting your cheeks - but Satan’s were a mirror reflection. “However, I do have an answer for you.”“Oh?”The Avatar of Wrath nodded, still smiling, “I wouldn’t say that I’m lonely. I very simply don’t like people - but you’re an exception.”His warm laughter filled the room when your face properly flushed. Although you had no way of knowing, your conversation made Satan’s heart swell. To know that you genuinely cared about his welfare only cemented the knowledge that he had made a good choice in choosing you as his exception. 

#I'm sorry that the Keep Reading keeps disappearing #apologies for the wall of text y'all #obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #Obey Me Satan #deVien writes #deVien Prompts #I love all of these demons so freaking much #Obey me Leviathan x Reader #obey me satan x reader

[amydancepants-peralta]

chapter three: head over feet

(the latest instalment of we’re the fortunate ones - my entry into the 2020 Vision Challenge) ♥️🎆

Jake takes a long draft from the bottle of beer in his hand, resting his weight against the pillar in the middle of the room as he watches Amy talk to other attendees of the party in a corner.  

They’d all been roped into attending a New Years Eve party at this random loft in uptown NY, hosted by somebody that Gina called an acquaintance but didn’t seem to have a name (or a face, for that matter).  It was all very upscale, the widespread apartment floor decked out in hipster-luxe decorations and soft popular music streaming from the speakers installed into various points of the ceiling.  The well-stocked kitchen lay claim to copious buckets of alcohol - a virtual buffet of drinks lay waiting for consumption - and the Nine-Nine has spent the majority of their evening rubbing noses with a veritable ‘who’s who’ of New York.  He’s covered head to toe in a suit that - let’s be honest - makes him look way more suave than he is.  And maybe Jake is completely biased (because he definitely is), but he’s certain that Amy is by far the best dressed in the room.  Heck, best dressed in the CITY. 

Her dress is black, covered in this mystical shimmery material that seems to catch the light whenever she moves her body, and like a moth to a flame Jake is completely drawn to it.  There’s a smokiness to her eyes (and he doesn’t even know if that’s the correct term but wow those brown eyes of hers are drawing him in when they’re surrounded like that) and her lips are covered in a hot red lipstick, the kind that doesn’t seem to end up on his lips when she kisses him - a theory that he’s been oh so happy to test over and over.  Her hair is soft and wavy and perfect, just as perfect as she is, and Jake genuinely still cannot believe that Amy Santiago is his girlfriend.

It had taken him less than six days of being with her to figure out that what they had was different from all his past relationships.  To realise that until that kiss in the evidence lock-up, he had spent his whole life waiting for the rest of it to begin.  Everything before that afternoon was Pre-Amy; where things were okay but often disappointing, and his days were best spent alone.  

Now, his life was entirely with Amy:  where mornings began with sleepy cuddles and regardless of whatever the day would bring, there was always going to be her at the end of it.  A crazy intelligent, incredibly sexy woman with a heart of gold; whom’s opinion meant far more to him than anybody else’s.  

And a life Post-Amy?  Not gonna happen.  Jake would rather quit the force than consider it.  He’d had a gun pointed at his head a week ago, and her face had been the only thing to flash through his mind.  There have been very few times in Jake’s life where he’s been grateful for Boyle’s ability to appear unannounced, but that evening at Goodwin’s was absolutely at the top of the list.  Thanks to Charles, Jake had been able to wake up Christmas morning with the most beautiful woman in New York laying next to him, and that was honestly better than a thousand bottles of Heart Attack Soda.

She catches his eye from her position across the room, blushing slightly underneath his gaze before turning her attention back to the two other guests she had been talking to.  Jake stands a little taller and waits, knowing that her curiosity will grow too great, and after a beat her gorgeous eyes flicker back towards him and he smiles in victory, nodding his head towards the outside balcony in a wordless invitation.  Tonight has been great, but the countdown to midnight is creeping closer, and there isn’t anybody else in the world he wants to share his first moments of the new year with.  

Amy turns her head back towards the woman to her left, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before nodding vigorously, still giving the illusion of the others having her full attention because Santiago’s are nothing if not gracious guests at any party.  But it’s the only signal Jake needs to rest his now empty bottle of beer on a nearby table and head towards the balcony, shifting a nearby potted plant in front of the doorway as a hopeful deterrent to others.  

It only takes her a few minutes to join him, and Jake can smell her perfume before he can see her, the warm smell of spiced vanilla pulling his attention away from the glittering city lights below.

“Pot plant blockage, nice move detective.”  Amy’s smile is coy, reaching out to smooth the tie he had begrudgingly put on earlier in the evening.  

Jake captures her hand as it moves to leave, pulling her palm up towards his lips and leaving a soft kiss against her skin.  “Do you think it’ll work?”

Her fingers curl around his, tugging him a little closer as she shrugs.  “It might.”  Taking a sip from her champagne glass, she winks.  “That, and just before I left I mentioned how good the fireworks were going to look from that balcony on the other side.”  Tipping the glass further back, she drains it all before continuing.  “There’s a whole crowd heading that way as we speak.”

Jake nods in approval, taking the empty glass from Amy’s hand and sitting it on top of the heavy brick balustrade.  “Genius.  My girlfriend’s a genius.”

“Damn right she is.”

“And gorgeous.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh, YEAH.”  Jake raises his eyebrows incredulously, lowering them with his voice as he wraps both hands around Amy’s waist.  “And kinda amazing.  Also?  Brilliantly nerdy, and sexy. as. hell.”

Amy looks up at him with the softest smile on his face, a look similar to earlier today when she snoozed her alarm (something she’s begun doing with increased regularity, not that he will ever bring that to her attention), cuddled into Jake’s side and rested in the nook between his neck and his shoulders.  It’s a place that has become her nook - a place that feels empty when she’s not there - and she gave him the same smile as now when the alarm blared ten minutes later, and Jake was forced to finally open his eyes.  

There are a thousand things he could say right now, about how much Amy has changed his life for the better, but then her hands wander down his chest, diving underneath his jacket and wrapping around his midsection, and Jake finds himself completely lost for anything to say except the one thing that completely terrifies him. 

He loves her.  There’s no question about it.  He’s probably been in love with her for longer than he can remember, but his heart had caught up with his head somewhere around October and for the longest time there have been three little words bubbling up to the top of his throat, threatening release every time Amy looks at him the way she does.  It was different, this feeling - an all-consuming, undeniable force that has changed everything for the better, serving to remind him that whatever notion he had thought love to be before he’d started dating Amy had been completely wrong.  

Emotions have never been comfortable for him; love has always seemed like a mysterious force before now, and he hates the defeated look that flashes across her face whenever she gets serious with her feelings and his doofus brain responds with a noice or a smort.  Amy deserves better than smort and - in further proof that she is, in fact, incredible - being with her has made Jake begin to believe that perhaps he can be honest with her about how he feels, and not fear the response.  To tell her he loves her without masking it with a joke, or adding it into a ramble that steers her away from the importance of what he’s truly saying.  

Amy head rests against his chest and sighs contentedly, squeezing Jake softly.  “Tonight has been fun, but this right here has been the best part by far.”  He nods, throat heavy with unspoken words;  letting his hands roam over the back of her dress and dipping to the small of her back before pulling her closer.  The rest of the world can have all their sparklers and streamers; no amount of revelry could ever compare to this.  This moment was all he could have hoped for, and he’s endlessly grateful to be able to say that it’s finally his.

In the distance Jake can hear the rest of the crowd counting down the final seconds, and as the world fades into the background with the muted sound of “eight, seven, six” he looks down to Amy, resting one finger underneath her chin and tipping her face to his.  Her eyes are sparkling, catching the light from the party still happening inside, and he doesn’t know how she’s done it but it’s just further proof that she is magic and before another thought can be made, her hands are on his jawline, pulling Jake down until his lips meet hers for the kind of kiss he’s been waiting his whole life for.  

The crowd cheers, the renewal of another year long forgotten as their tongues tangle sweetly, arms locked around each other.  Resolutions of catching bandits and jumping from rooftops fall by the wayside as Amy’s fingers run through Jake’s hair, and the only promise he makes for the new year is make sure Amy knows how I really feel about her.

It’s a blinding bright flash of light that separates them, both blinking in confusion as they seperate and turn their heads towards the doorway it has come from.  Boyle is standing there, because of course he is, his grin wider than the Hudson as he lifts a polaroid camera in glee, snatching the photograph from the front and blowing gently onto the developing film.  

“Happy New Year, lovebirds!”

“Ugh, Boyle!  How did you even know we were out here?!”  Jake responds.  He’s not ready to let go of Amy just yet, instead choosing to tighten his grip around her waist.  She shuffles a little closer in kind, resting her weight against him and presenting a united front as they stare down their friend.

“I sensed there was a precious moment happening somewhere around here, Jakey, and let me tell you - I was not wrong.  I am SO high on your relationship it’s ridiculous.  I cannot wait to frame this photo and put it on my desk, where I can stare at always!”  

“Jake!” Amy whispers, soft enough that only Jake can hear, and he flattens one hand her back.

“I’m sure it’s a great shot buddy, how bout you come over here and show it to us?”  Jake calls out to Boyle, throwing him his best ‘come over here and join us, we’re not angry at ALL that you ruined our private moment’ face.  It must have been convincing enough, and Charles scurries towards them, gripping the polaroid tightly in his dominant hand.  

Jake waits until Charles is close enough to feel comfortable before snatching the photo from his fingers, shifting his body (and by proxy, Amy’s) towards the light of the apartment as he examines it carefully.  

Admittedly, it’s a great shot - the two of them so wrapped up in each other that it’s hard to tell where Jake’s suit ends and Amy’s dress begins, save for the subtle sparkle of her outfit.  Her head is tipped up where his is tipped down - the towering heels that Amy had chosen for the evening making the distance between them seem just that little bit smaller - and they are completely and totally lost in their kiss.  It’s as plain as day that the two people in this photograph are in love, and Jake can’t help but smile as he takes it all in.  “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Boyle.  It’s a great photo.”

Charles nods eagerly, eyes widening into a mixture of confusion and horror as Jake flicks his wrist, tucking the polaroid into the inner pocket of his jacket lining, tapping the outside protectively as he goes.  “Wait, no!  That was going to - ” he huffs in frustration.  “If you guys want me to stop staring at you in the precinct, then you need to give me an alternative, Jake!”

“How about a selfie?”  Amy pipes up, pulling slightly away from Jake and resting her hand above his jacket’s breast pocket.  “One of all three of us, to commemorate the evening.  I think that would look great on your desk, Charles.”

Genius, Jake mouths in Amy’s direction as Boyle squeals in glee, quickly jumping into position in front of the couple and holding the camera up high.  Their smiles are wide, the genuine happiness palpable through the film as they seperate, Jake linking his hand with Amy’s and letting Boyle lead them back into the party.  Their friends were inside after all, waiting to celebrate the new year with them, and they could definitely sneak out of the party later once Four Drink Amy made her return appearance.

Jake had no idea what the new year would bring, but he had the strongest instinct that whatever would happen, he and Amy would face it all together.

#peraltiago fluff #b99 fanfic #NYE throughout the years #Peraltiago stylez #hooray for getting to the cute stuff #Jake x Amy fic #mine #myfic #b99 fandom events #b99 2020 vision challenge

[anastasiaskarsgard]

How they met their significant other cont.

(I forgot Merkel and Mickey)

Merkel

“Hey Wilcher, long time no see. How you been?”

“Oh man Merkel? Is that really you? I thought you... Nevermind what I thought! It’s good to see you man!”

The two men did a complex handshake, making it clear to any observer that they were old friends.

“So I know you can’t talk about work at all, but are you back or just visiting?”

“Just a visit. Mom died.” Merkel stated somberly.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. Damn. Well if you don’t wanna be in that big house all by yourself, you’re welcome to come to my place. I live a couple streets over. Not a mansion like your old place, but still big enough to escape the kids.”

“How many you got now? Last time I checked you had the boy...”

“Josh is 10 now. I have three more. All boys. Jenni wants to try for a girl one more time but I think she’s crazy.” His old best friend beamed. He hadn’t changed a lot. Still kinda nerdy, but open and friendly. Gained a few pounds, but it seems like everyone had.

“Still with Jenni? Wow I’ve been a shit friend. I met your wife one time at your wedding and your oldest kid couldn’t even walk. God! He’s fucking ten?” Gordon felt like hot garbage. It didn’t seem like he hadn’t been home in a decade, but when he thought about it, he had.

“Hey! You were out saving the world! I’m just happy you aren’t... um. But hey, I still have the same number. Don’t sit in that big creepy house alone, come by. What are you doing for thanksgiving?”

Merkels’ eyes went wide with surprise, “Is that this week?”

“In two days! You’re coming to ours. I insist.”

Merkel smiled at his old friend. He was his best friend growing up, and eventhough a house full of brats sounded like a nightmare...

“Ok I will be there. I just texted. That’s my number. Send me your address and time.”

Thanksgiving day

Merkel arrived exactly on time and was surprised by the amount of cars parked along the street, in front of a very nice house. He was happy to see his friend had really done very well for himself. He knew most of his family so this might actually be fun.

The door opened to reveal a little old lady that eventhough she looked far more frail, was undoubtedly his best friends mom.

“Mrs Wilcher! So great to see you!”

The woman adjusted her glasses and looked him up and down before recognition hit, “Gordon? I am so pleased you came. And you’re still so handsome.” She reached up squeezing his cheeks. “Look at these cheek bones. My goodness. Is it just you?”

“So far.”

“Are you a gay? I’m very supportive of the LGBQTABCDEF I don’t know.”

“No I love women, they just don’t love me,” he teased as he followed her into a large open living room with about twenty people. Surprisingly no kids though.

“MERK! You came! JENNY MERKEL IS HERE!” Wilcher shouted.

A short blonde came hustling in the room, wearing an apron with flour on her face. She spotted him and ran over and hugged him “thank you for coming! It’s all he talks about. He’s worse than the kids. Well back to the kitchen. THIRTY MINUTES AND WE ARE READY!”

People started to walk up and they all were shaking his hand and hugging him. They were all so friendly, it was a bit overwhelming, but he just smiled and tried not to go completely stiff when they grabbed him.

“Mind if I go outside and smoke real quick?” Merkel asked his friend quietly.

“Yeah go in the backyard tho, Jenny doesn’t want people smoking out front. Missy should be back there.” He replied.

Merkel made his way to the backdoor and as he closed it behind him, let out a big sigh of relief.

“That bad?” A very attractive woman with silver hair, and striking blue eyes asked. He had to do a double take, figuring initially by her hair, that she was old, but she looked to be in her twenties. She had full lips, and very delicate features. She was gorgeous. “You ok?”

He wanted to slap himself, when he realized he’d been frozen, just staring at her. He chuckled as he felt his face warm, “no it’s just a lot at once.” He was actually blushing. He never got nervous, but he felt like he was back in middle school, he was so flustered. “Are you Missy?”

“Bingo! I’m afraid I’m at a disadvantage since I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Gordon, but everyone calls me Merkel. Well everyone except Mrs Wilcher. She always refused. Merkel is my last name. I grew up with Matt. I’ve been gone... but now I’m back. But not for long... because. Shit Are you going to stop me, or just let me ramble?” He laughed.

She observed him, while taking a drag from her cigarette. He could tell she was going over something in her head. Finally she spoke. “Why are you so awkward? You’re too good looking to be so socially ... strange.”

Merkel’s eyebrows shot up, as he scoffed and pulled out a cigarette. He was kind of offended, but also intrigued. She wasn’t wrong, but to just come out and say it so bluntly. He lit it and decided he’d be honest. “I never get nervous. You would not believe some of the shit I’ve had to deal with and absolutely could not be an idiot like I am right now. Must be your fault.”

She smirked and laid back on the chaise, closing her eyes. She was just wearing a pair of skinnies, with a fuzzy purple sweater, but it fit her perfectly, showing off her generous curves. He had to force his eyes away from staring.

“Where are all the kids? I thought there was a whole bunch of them?”

“They’re all in the basement. It’s like kid heaven down there. They’ve got arcade games and air hockey, and flat screens. It’s nicer than my apartment.” She said as she stood up. “Come on, I’ll show you. You can meet them all.”

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and followed Missy inside. “How do you know everyone?”

Missy turned and looked at him incredulously. “I am Matt’s half sister. My mom was our dads mistress. I found out my Dad had a whole other family at his funeral. It was quite a scandal.”

“You don’t look anything like Matt.” Merkel blurted out.

She glanced over her shoulder slyly, “is that good or bad?” She asked as she turned around before making her way down the basement stairs. She was very close, and she really liked how he smelled.

He licked his lips and looked at hers, before snapping his eyes back up to meet her eyes. ‘She caught that. Shit. “It’s very good. You’re way prettier than Matt.” He wanted to bang his head against a wall. ‘Did he really just say that!?’

She smiled, and he swore his knees went weak. Thankfully she didn’t notice, and spun around,?running down the stairs.

He followed.

Mickey

I wrote how Mickey and Jules met here—-> https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/190135798936/i-made-fluff-omg-im-proud-of-my-fluffy-fluff

#my writing #mickey and jules #merkel #how they met #bill skarsgard

[euphoric-melancholyy]

The Secrets We Keep

I’m on a personal vendetta against “May’s abusive boyfriend” trope so I thought it would be fun to give May a really awesome, loving boyfriend who’s just a little confused as to why she lets her teenage son stay out til 1 every night and sleep somewhere else every weekend. Also, he’s friends with Tony Stark? Chris - May’s new boyfriend -  feels like he’s missing something here. 

I’m posting this instead of a fic rec today

Also on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net

May Parker hadn’t planned on stepping back into the dating scene, but then again she hadn’t planned on most of the important life events that seemed to shape her. His name was Chris. He was handsome, tan with dark hair and scruff that couldn’t quite be called a beard yet, and hooded green eyes that all the hospital patients commented on. Chris worked alongside her at Queens Memorial, exchanging quips about 90s pop culture and recipes to actually cook for Peter. He cared for his patients with a rare sensitivity to their needs, always trying to brighten their day and learn a little bit about what makes them happy.  Like her, he was a widower, having lost his wife eight years prior to cancer. And she hadn’t planned on him crashing her little bubble, being a balm for the isolation of raising a super-powered kid who seemed to attract danger like a magnet. Not that she could tell Chris that. 

But even so, he soothed her worries when Peter was out on patrol and being with him felt like relearning how to breathe. It felt euphoric, and scary and soothing and exciting all at once. She wasn’t sure when she had last smiled as much as she did when Chris entered the picture. It didn’t go unnoticed by Peter either, her newfound giddiness after long days at work now more commonplace than exhaustion. 

After three dates, she tells her nephew, nervously twirling spaghetti around her fork as she awaits his reaction. 

His eyes brighten as she speaks and he puts down his fork, eagerly leaning forward as she tells him about the Italian dinner he made for them on their last date. “That’s great, May! As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. I know Ben would feel the same way, by the way." 

Peter’s lips are pressed together in a soft smile and she’s not sure why she’d been so worried to tell him. Pride overwhelms her in that moment, of who he is and his kindness, his inability to let the little guy suffer when he knows he can help. She might not love that he’s risking his life as Spider-Man, but she can still be proud of him for it. It coils in her chest with the near constant ebb of fear, but it’s warm and inviting and she’s not sure how she got to raise the best kid in the universe.  

"He’d be so proud of you, Pete.” She beams at him before eating a forkful of spaghetti.  “Spider-kid.”

“It’s Spider-Man, May.” He protests. “You sound like Mr. Stark when you make those nicknames.”

“Oh, we can’t have me sounding like him, now can we?”

“You already tag team me like divorced parents who stay friends, so I don’t see why not.”

“It’s called co-parenting,” she responds and Peter rolls his eyes. 

“So when can I meet this Chris?” Peter asks and she doesn’t even try to stifle her smile at his eagerness. She might not be able to help him with homework or any of his Spider-Man activities, but this - this she can handle.

-/-/-

They set ground rules. The first and most important rule is that Chris can’t know Peter’s Spider-Man, at least not for awhile. It means Peter can’t leave his suit lying around or continue crawling on the ceiling out of boredom or stress or whatever reason he decides it’s a better place to pace than the floor. 

They also agree not to tell Chris that he spends half his week with the Tony Stark. 

(“People at school already tease me about it being fake and I don’t care, but…it isn’t normal for a random teenager to just hang out with Mr. Stark. And what if he connects Spider-Man? Then that puts him in danger too and I just, I- I don’t want him to know yet May.”) 

This is a secret May still thinks she can handle — at least, for a time. If asked, she says that Peter has an internship with Happy Hogan.

And, in some weird twist of fate he never wants to experience again, Peter finds himself giving the talk. He’s beat red the whole time, cheeks flushed as he stammers through his explanation. 

(“May, I-I have enhanced senses and um, I can hear your heartbeat. And I can hear a - hear a conversation happening two blocks over right now. So like, if - if he’s gonna spend the night, or something, please for the love of my innocence, let me be at the Compound. Or- or just tell me. I need a heads-up.”

“If your hearing is actually that good, I’m sure you’ve heard worse.”

“Yeah, but not from you and I never want to.”)

-/-/-

The second rule is broken three weeks after Peter meets Chris. Though they get along famously, Peter usually isn’t around when Chris is at the apartment. It isn’t planned, he’s just busy and overcommitted. At this point, it’s only his third time being in the older man’s presence.

They’re all at the table together, eating lasagna that Chris had made when Tony knocks on the door and May answers. 

“Ah, Ms. Parker, lovely to see you as always. Mind if I borrow Peter for a few days? It’s for,” he glances at Chris and gives a signature fake smile and nod, “Internship stuff.”

“Uh, Mr. Stark, what are you - what are you doing here?” Peter asks, his voice getting higher the more he talks. “I thought Happy was coming, not that it isn’t great to see you. It is I just - I-”

“Happy’s in the car, kid.” Tony says, smiling to himself at Peter’s nervous rambling. 

May sighs and side steps, inviting him in while Peter gets a bag together. “If anything happens to my kid Stark, I will personally come and kill you. FRIDAY will let me in and you won’t even see it coming.” She keeps her face stern for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin. “Chris, meet Tony Stark. Tony meet Chris."  

Chris is unsurprisingly starstruck and confused, stumbling over his words in a way that May finds to be the most adorable thing she’s ever seen. "Hi, uh, hi. You’re I-You’re here? And you’re Iron Man. And Peter?” he stops mid-ramble and extends his hand. Tony takes it. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.”

“Likewise. Peter’s told me a lot about you. Speaking of, kid, hurry up. I don’t have all day." 

Peter runs back into the common area, backpack in tow and wearing his suit, sans mask, under his clothes. The red spandex peaks out at his wrists. Tony cocks an eyebrow at his protege.  

"What?” the teen asks. 

“Nothing. Let’s go." 

Peter kisses May on the cheek, promising to be safe and update her three times a day, before following his mentor out the door. 

-/-/-

The next night, they’re curled up on the couch together with May’s head on Chris’s chest and legs intertwined. The news plays softly in the background but May isn’t really paying attention. 

"So when were you gonna tell me that you’re BFFs with a billionaire? With Iron Man himself?” Chris asks, running his fingers through her hair. There isn’t anything accusatory in his tone and May cuddles closer to him. 

“We’re not BFFs. He mentors Peter sometimes with… science stuff. It all goes over my head. Peter asked me not to mention it. He doesn’t like drawing attention to himself." 

"And Iron Man just whisked Peter off to. . ?” he lets his question trail off. 

“Some nerdy science conference in Italy.”

“Damn, that’s-” he pauses, looking at the TV and pointing. On the screen, there’s a breaking news alert about The Avengers fighting another alien army, because apparently normal villains went out of style in 2012.  “Wait, that Italy?" 

She sees Peter, Spider-Man, next to The Hulk, Iron Man flying above as they fight off their oppressors. Everyone’s there - Cap and Widow and Iron Patriot and Hawkeye, but they are pulled away to another part of the fight. They’ve been fighting for at least half an hour when she watches as Spider-Man is thrown into a building. The bricks break with the impact and it begins to cave and she swears she stops breathing for a moment. It’s another five minutes before she sees him again, red and blue swinging around and webbing up the aliens. Iron Man fires his repulsors at the last big baddie and Hulk smashes their foe’s head half a dozen times. 

"Don’t worry. I’m sure Peter’s fine,” Chris offers, his voice low and serious. “He’s at a conference, not fighting these monsters." 

"Yeah.” It’s barely above a whisper and she takes out her phone when she gets a message from Peter. 

Don’t worry. I’m okay. It’s gonna take more than that to take me out. Tony is going all “dad mode” on me. It’s embarrassing. 

May looks up to the TV to see Iron Man cradling an injured Spidey and flying them to their jet. She smiles and types out a response. 

I can see that. You did great, Pete. Take an ice bath or something, that looked like it hurt. Love you.

“He’s fine,” she says, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. 

“Told you,” Chris quips, leaning in to kiss her. It’s soft and it calms her nerves in a way she can’t explain. “So, you know Iron Man, but who’s your favorite Avenger?”

“I’m partial to Spider-Man. He is Queens’ local vigilante after-all." 

"May Parker, a Spider-Man fan,” he teases. She throws a pillow at him. 

-/-/-

“Shouldn’t Peter be home by now?” Chris asks one night. May glances at the time on her phone. It reads 12:33 a.m. 

“He has until 1 a.m.”

“Isn’t that kinda late? I mean he’s only sixteen - he could get seriously hurt out there. Or partying and drinking his weight in-”

“He’s fine, Chris. Peter’s a good kid. I trust him.” She looks towards his bedroom door. It’s shut so he can just silently swing in. The crime has been quieter lately - thank god. No alien attacks or evil mutant who has it out for her kid. “His curfew goes back to 11:30 once school starts up." 

Chris looks skeptical, but he’s not about to tell her how to raise her nephew. "Whatever you say.”

-/-/-

Peter’s body aches, muscles throbbing with the all-enveloping pain of post battle. Blood trickles down from around his left eye, which is now swollen shut. He cries, a short high pitched wince as he comes back into consciousness, his body pressing against a pile of rubble. 

A sharp pain erupts at his most definitely broken ribs and he bites down another cry. He could hear someone calling his name in the distance, their voice muffled as if they were screaming underwater. 

“Peter! Spider-Man!" 

Peter groans, opening his eye as he tries to recall where he is but there’s a glint of red and gold blocking his sight. 

"T'ny?”

“Yeah, bud. You blacked out there for a few minutes and I thought I’d come get you.”

“I’m o-” His word is caught on a hiss of pain as Tony lifts him into his arms and Peter curls into himself. “Shit.”

“Maybe don’t become a ragdoll for steampunk Ursula next time, okay?”

“Wha?”

“Otto Octavious - madman with mechanical arms. I’ll explain it to you when you’re more coherent. Pretty sure you have a concussion.”

Peter wakes later in the dim light of the medbay. Mr. Stark sits in a recliner next to him, checking and promptly ignoring his emails. Peter’s head throbs, his left eye still swollen shut, his body aching, but it’s duller than before, the pull of drugs making his mind fuzzy. He’s been stripped of his suit and looks down to find he’s wearing an old MIT hoodie of Tony’s and…his Hello Kitty pajama pants, great. 

“Four broken ribs, a concussion, a skull fracture, and of course there’s that eye - I’ll get you an eye patch and you can cosplay as Nick Fury.” Tony remarks, looking to the kid. 

“Better that than these pajamas. Really, Mr. Stark?”

“Punishment for scaring the shit out of me,” he says with a smirk, but the rest of his face betrays his cool demeanor. There’s worry lines etched into his expression that furrow his brow and dark bags under his eyes. His hair is disheveled and Peter has the urge to reach out and fix it, but decides that would be weird. It’s strange to see his mentor like this, so unguarded and worried, and not TV ready. Tony isn’t even trying to hide it, which seems to be the worst part for Peter.  He hates that he caused this.

“I’m sorry. Thanks, for - for saving me.” Peter says with a sheepish smile. 

“Don’t mention it,” Tony says, reaching a hand out to ruffle his hair. Peter leans into the touch. “Actually do. Please mention it to your lovely Aunt. She gets off at two tonight so I’m gonna drive you back. Don’t worry, I’m sending some Captain America level narcotics with you for all that,” his hand makes a circle in the air, gesturing to Peter’s everything. 

Peter gets home at 1:45, the hood of Tony’s sweatshirt pulled over his head in a sad attempt to hide his eye and some dry blood caked into his hairline. The smell of homemade pizza overwhelms his senses before he even walks in the apartment. It’s odd, May rarely cooks especially in the middle of the night. 

“Hey hon,” Chris calls as Peter walks through the door. He’s standing in the kitchen, looking in the oven. “I thought I’d make you some dinner befo- oh my god Peter!”

Peter freezes, trying to stifle the panic that��s bubbling in his chest. Chris is already by his side less than a second later, hesitantly pushing the hood off Peter’s head and examining his eye with a concerned what the hell happened? 

“Uhh…I was jumped? Yeah. Jumped. I was jumped.” 

Chris considers him for a minute, soft gaze searching Peter’s in a way that makes him uncomfortable, like he’s learning something new. “C’mere,” Chris’s says, voice low and laced with so much concern that Peter doesn’t even protest as he follows him to the couch. 

“I already went to the doctor. Mr. Stark took me. Really Chris, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Even if you already went, I’m worried and I’m a doctor, and I’d feel a lot better if you let me look. Please, Peter.” 

The way he says Peter, it’s not unlike how Tony says his name sometimes, like a whispered prayer for him to be okay, and it breaks his resolve. Slowly, Peter lifts the hoodie over his head and tosses it to the floor. Chris gasps and it’s full of surprise and fear and all the emotions Peter wanted to avoid for at least a week, and Peter chances a look down. His torso is littered in bruises of varying shades and there’s a cut along his stomach. He can feel the medicine Dr. Cho gave him wearing off and it hurts. 

“Pete,” the older man whispers, hands held in suspension above Peter’s ribs, like he wants to touch them but he’s terrified of causing anymore pain. “Your ribs…You-”

“They’ll be fine in a few days. I have a concussion too, so can I just,” Peter sighs, resting his head against the back of the couch. It’s soft and comforting and he’s just so ready for this day to be over. “Go to bed, please?”

The door opens in that moment and May walks in. She’s wearing blue scrubs and her hair is tied in a loose ponytail. Immediately she locks eyes with Peter, and her face crumbles as she rushes over.  “Peter, baby! I- Tony said you were in a fight, but this…”

“I’m fine, May. Really. It really wasn’t a big deal. It’s not even worth worrying over.”

May shoos Chris to the side and sits down in between them. Her eyes run over Peter in a professional way, ending on his swollen eye. One of her hands goes to cup his cheek, “Okay, first off you cannot possibly say it’s not a big deal when you look like this. What did Dr. Cho say?” Her thumb brushes over his temple and a scowl replaces her worried look. As if wanting to prove her point, a gut-clenching pain shoots through him and he pulls his knees to his chest, sucking in air when his ribs protest painfully.

“A couple of broken ribs, skull fracture…” Peter whispers, wishing his metabolism didn’t work its way through all the painkillers in five minutes. 

“And a concussion,” Chris reminds, his hand resting on May’s knee.

They look like a team, Peter thinks, and May’s presence had calmed Chris’s erratic heartbeat the moment she came home. The idea elicits pangs of guilt on top of everything - guilt at the lies he and May have concocted to keep his identity of Spider-Man safe. He wonders how hard it’s been on May and Chris’s relationship, how many white lies she’s had to tell, but he pushes the thought down and focuses on the throbbing in his head instead. At least that can be dealt with, he thinks, and asks May to get his medicine from his backpack. She hands it to him with a sad gleam in her eyes. It makes him want to crawl under the nearest blanket and hide from their sympathetic glances. 

“Really May, it’s nothing I can’t handle. Just everyday stuff,” Peter tries to reassure her. 

“Peter, you were jumped,” Chris says, his tone serious. “That’s not an everyday thing, or at least I hope not. It’s a big deal and it’s scary. Your ribs are broken for god’s sake. Your eye is swollen shut. I just-” Chris pauses, looking down at the cut along Peter’s ribs. May’s brows furrow in confusion at the mention of Peter being jumped, but she quickly schools her expression. 

May sighs. “We’ll let you get some rest, okay superhero?” She offers her hand to help Peter get up. He takes it and stands. “Call if you need anything. We’ll be right here.”

“Thanks May. Thank you, Chris.”

He’s asleep not even ten minutes later, lulled by the concerned whispers of May and Chris from two rooms over. When he wakes the next morning, his body is sore, but his eye is almost back to normal. 

-/-/-

Five months have passed when May wakes to the shrill of “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath playing from her phone at 3 a.m. Peter had thought it’d be funny to set it as her ringtone for when Tony called and she never got around to changing it back. Her bedroom is coated in darkness, save for the light from her phone and she squints at it. Chris is wrapped around her like a koala, arm slung over her stomach and lips pressed to the back of her shoulder. 

“ ‘Ello,” she yawns as she answers, her eyelids drooping and the remnants of sleep threatening to pull her back in.

“May,” Tony’s says, his voice serious and raw with emotion that she’s never heard from the billionaire and it scares her, wiping away all the tiredness and replacing it with fear. May shoots out of bed, trying to keep her breath even but it fails. “Peter’s alive, first off, so don’t worry about that. He’s okay, kind of, well, he will be. He’s - he was shot earlier on patrol - twice. The damn kid. And Happy is on his way to get you, he should be there in ten minutes, so-”

“Peter was shot?” she whisper-screams, the words knocking the air from her lungs. And she can’t help it, the way her mind immediately goes to Ben on that fateful night, Peter at the police station covered in her late husband’s blood, silent sobs racking his body. The edges of a panic attack seeps in at the memory and her heart is going to beat out of her chest and she can’t breathe, she can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t-

She hears someone call her name, but she isn’t sure where she is anymore, and her mind takes her back to that first night without him, an inconsolable Peter wrapped around her muttering apologies between broken sobs. Peter didn’t go to sleep until noon the next day. She’s at Ben’s funeral, and there’s flowers everywhere - bright and vibrant and sickening wisps of color among black suits and dresses and her husband’s cold body. Everyone comes up and shakes her hand, offering words of comfort and food, but she doesn’t want any of it. Peter’s at her side and she squeezes his hand, tries to reassure him (and herself) that it’ll be okay. Peter nods, his eyes red and his motions slow and robotic and Peter-

Peter. This is about Peter. Peter’s been shot. 

Her world comes back into focus and she sees Chris kneeling in front of her, sleep mussed hair and wide green eyes full of concern. His thumb wipes at a tear on the apple of her cheek and she presses the phone to her ear. Tony is still talking, telling her to breathe and that Peter’s okay and Happy’s almost there.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out a sob. “Tony, I…”

 “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay. He has to be okay,” he pauses. “Do you want me to stay on the line?”

She leans her head on Chris and her eyes flutter closed. He wraps his arms around her and it’s grounding. Peter’s alive. Peter isn’t Ben. Peter’s alive. She repeats it over and over, a silent mantra and she realizes both Chris and Tony are waiting for a response. “I…” she speaks into her phone. “Chris is here. I- I’m okay,” May hangs up and turns her attention to Chris. 

“Peter was shot. He - I have to go. I - Happy, he’s outside I gotta-”

“Let me go with you,” Chris says. And god, she wants him too. She wants to curl into his side in the car and tell him everything, but she knows she can’t do that to Peter. Not right now. He asked her to keep his identity safe, to keep Chris safe, and that’s the least she can do when her nephew is out saving the world every night. 

“I need you to stay at the apartment, please I- I know you want to come, but I need you here. I’ll be back in a few days. I just - I’m sorry, I need to go.” She kisses him, soft and quick and rushes out the door before he can protest.  

-/-/-

Unable to process the night’s frightening turn of events, Chris is left standing at the doorway. He had called multiple hospitals looking for Peter, but none of them seemed to have anyone that matched his description. It wasn’t until May called the next morning saying that Peter was okay and recovering at the Avengers Compound, that he figured out why. 

Why is he at The Avengers Compound, May? That’s insane he had said, but she acted as if it was normal, saying that Tony preferred treating him there. When he asked about what happened, she said it was an unfortunate wrong place, wrong time, but that it didn’t matter now because he was okay. 

Now, five days later, Peter and May were coming home. He waits inside the apartment for them, pacing the living room as he cleans the countertops for the seventh time in the few days they’ve been gone. He can hear laughter down the hall and it takes him a moment to realize it’s them. Peter is rambling excitedly about something - he can’t tell what - and he stops as the door opens.  What he doesn’t expect is to see Tony Stark behind her, his arm around Peter’s shoulder, beaming at a perfectly healthy, energetic kid. It throws him for a loop how domestic they look. 

Like a family. 

And that’s when it hits him. The internship, the nights at the Compound, the easy banter, Stark taking care of him after he’s injured. Chris pauses his inner monologue, sweeping the group from head to toe with his gaze. “Wait…Is Peter Tony’s secret son or something?”

Fin 

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Chapter 10: A Sea of Strangers

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: Marco finds himself in an awkward situation, trying to make friends with a group of unknown strangers there for some ball he’s never heard of. But that may be the least of his worries as a keytar wielding boy that Star seems quite fond of enters the picture. 

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Marco blinked, taking in the faces of what seemed like hundreds of strangers gathered around him, talking and laughing, reminiscing about times they had shared. The hooded boy was confused to say the least, unsure how the normally empty castle grounds had become such a crowded mess, the gates wide open and the guards standing at attention, allowing the guests to pass inside. He had no idea why all these people were here or for what reason, but it seemed like he was the only one. The boy looked around him nervously, feeling surprisingly left out from the group as he realized he was the stranger in the crowd.

He lowered his head, turning to head back inside, but felt a finger run up his spine and he released an unmanly scream, drawing a few skeptic stares from the crowd. He turned on his heels only to look into the smug face of his half-monster friend. “Janna!” Marco squeaked in anger.

Janna laughed at the boy's gullibility, the few watchers turning back to their own conversations. The girl had returned to her normal, Mewman state, the pills from the night before having already taken effect. “Someone's on edge today,” Janna finally said, having ceased her laughter. “Did last night scare you more than you let on?”

Marco's face went pale at the mention of the event and Janna chuckled again. “Relax, Marco. No one's paying any attention to us. Too busy with their own thing.” She gestured to the other Mewmans around them.

“Right,” Marco sheepishly responded, still feeling uncomfortable. Though he felt much better after a good nights sleep, concern for his and Janna's secret to become exposed and the unknown truth about the monster's true intentions were making him feel slightly ill at ease. He looked around at all the unfamiliar faces that scattered the courtyard. “Umm, who are all these people?”

“Remember how we told you there were other orphans that Star took in?” Janna explained and Marco turned back to her at once.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. “Are these them?”

“Yep,” Janna replied, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Though I suspect some of them are phonies.”

“Phonies?” Now Marco was really confused.

“A bunch of stuck-up know-it-all's who are just trying to get on the princess' good side. There's always a few of them every year.”

“Yeah okay but,” Marco began, before lowering his voice, cupping a hand over his mouth to prevent anyone else from hearing. “What are they doing here?”

“They're here for the ball,” Janna shrugged.

“Ball?”

“You know dresses, dancing, that kind of thing. Star's been throwing one every year for a while now. She said it's her way of staying in touch with everyone since most of them are busy with their own lives.”

“Wow,” Marco breathed, taken aback by Star's kind ways once again. “That is so nice of her.”

“Well yeah,” Janna huffed. “She considers all of us practically family.”

“Family,” Marco quietly repeated the last word, his heart warming at the mere thought of such a thing, even Janna smiling from behind the boy's back. Then, without warning, the beanie-wearing girl gave Marco a push, propelling him into the crowd and making him stumble.

“So don't just stand here like some loser, get out there and mingle!” she shouted after him.

He turned to ask her how he was supposed to do that, only to see she had already disappeared into the crowd. He huffed. “How does she do that?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head, before nervously turning back to the sea of strangers in front of him. He looked around for any signs of Star or Jackie, but saw no familiarity in the Mewmans that surrounded him, a bizarre feeling of loneliness somehow seizing him there in the crowd. But he took a deep breath, pushing the uncomfortable feeling aside, steeling his nerve as he pushed off into the crowd.  

…

Marco wandered aimlessly for a while, lingering often by small groups of people, but found himself frozen, unable to think of anything to say until the group would become put-off by his awkward gawking and walk away leaving him along again. He sighed, his embarrassment growing with every knew encounter, keeping his head down as he tried to get though the crowd without drawing anymore unwanted attention on himself. He finally slowed as he made it to what seemed to be the refreshments table, a delicious selection of snacks laid out and in easy grasp of the chatty Mewmans. Marco felt his stomach growl and decided it wouldn't hurt to grab a quick bite to eat.

He reached for a plate only to bump into a second hand, which had also been reaching for the plate. He looked up to see a Mewman boy in front of him. He was quite chubby, this was the first thing Marco noticed, the black t-shirt and gray shorts he was wearing looking almost a size too small. He had short orange hair and green eyes, his face littered with freckles like Jackie, but unlike his skater friend this boy had cheek marks. They were duel smiley faces looking messy and smudged, Marco almost mistaking them for being drawn on if weren't for the fact they were glowing slightly.

“Oh, sorry,” Marco finally said, pulling his hand away and giving him a sheepish grin. “I-I didn't see you there.”

“No problem, man,” the chubby boy responded, picking up the plate and beginning to make his stockpile of food. “It's cool.”

Marco felt an awkward tension build as he tried to think of something more to say. “Soooo are you an orphan, too?” her nervously tried and the other boy raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he simply responded and Marco felt his cheeks flush.

“O-Oh, cool,” he finally muttered, sweat running down his brow. He quickly realized what he had just said, quickly adding, “I-I mean, not cool. 'Cause y'know being an orphan and all. Not that there's anything wrong with being an orphan, I mean I am too, but still I-”

Marco's panicked rant was halted as the new boy stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth. “Dude, relax,” he simply said, before returning to his food.

Marco said nothing, removing the bread from his mouth and staring at the boy in front of him. “So you got a name?” the chubby boy finally asked, ignoring the boy's awkward staring.

“Uhhhh,” Marco stammered thrown off guard by the question. “M-Marco,” he finally squeaked, inwardly groaning with embarrassment. He coughed, trying to clear his tight throat, tenderly holding out a hand to shake. “My name's Marco.” The other boy set down his plate and shook the hand of the nerve-wracked Mewman in front of him. “What's yours?” Marco finally asked, making the other smile mischievously.

“Well Marco I go by many names but you can call me King Fergore of Pixtopia!” he shouted loudly, striking a dramatic pose, his index finger coming inches from Marco's face, the startled boy blinking awkwardly unsure what to say next.

“You can just call him Ferg for short,” a nasally voice called behind them, Marco turning to see another boy. This one was much taller then Ferguson was, taller than Marco in fact. He wore thick, wire-frame glasses, a blue and white striped t-shirt and brown shorts. On top was a mop of messy brown hair. Marco also took note that this boy lacked any cheek marks, meaning he must have been human like Jackie. “His real name is Ferguson anyways,” the human boy added.

“Alfonso,” the chubby boy whined, lowering his arms. “Why'd you tell him that! I'm trying to change my name, remember?”

“Sorry, but that's never gonna catch on, Ferg,” Alfonso countered. “I mean it even sounds fake.”

“It does not!” Ferg exclaimed.

“Fergore sounds like a real name,” Al pressed, raising an eyebrow.

Ferguson crossed his arms looking depressed. “Well it could work if anyone ever listened to me,” he mumbled under his breath, flicking a tiny crumb off the table, his eyes downcast.

“I kinda like it,” Marco offered and Ferguson's face immediately brightened, giving his nerdy friend a smug smile.

“See, Oh-ye-of-little-faith, my friend Mango here likes my name,” he taunted his friend.

“It's Marco,” Marco pointed out and Ferguson quickly brushed it off.

“Whatever,” he said, stuffing another piece of bread into Marco's face. “The point is I'm right and my so-called royal advisor is wrong.”

“Wait so you're really a king?” Marco questioned in shock, inbetween bites of his food.

“Yep, he's king of all of Pixtopia,” Al explained, Ferguson looking quite pleased by the praise.

“But he's not a Pixie,” Marco pointed out, looking over the seemingly ordinary boy quizzically.

“Uh, king by marriage,” Ferg explained, rolling his eyes. “The queen couldn't get enough of this,” he smugly added, gesturing to himself and Marco gave him an awkward smile.

“I'mmmm sure,” he hesitantly answered, not sounding sure at all.

“Star introduced us a couple of years back,” Ferguson continued, ignoring the boy completely. “And it was love at first site.”

“Actually, Ferg, didn't she try to eat you when you first met?” Al pointed out.

“Okay well there was a rough patch there at the beginning, but she came around. Y'know eventually.”

Marco went silent, unknowingly tuning the boy out, his thoughts jumping to that of Star. He looked into the crowd, trying to spot a flash of that beautiful golden hair but saw nothing. “So what about you, Marco?”

Marco turned back to the boy in shock. “Huh?”

“What's your story?” Ferg asked again. “How'd you end up here?”

“Yeah, we've never seen you before so you must be pretty new,” Al added.

“Oh I uh...” Marco's eyes darted around nervously, trying to think of a good lie, fear clenching his chest. What was he supposed to say? He couldn't tell them the truth, that could be dangerous. But he couldn't say nothing. He couldn't come across as being suspicious, though from the quizzical looks the two Mewmans were giving him he had already failed at that task. He bit his lip, really wishing that now hadn't been the time when his brain had stopped functioning altogether.

“That's okay.”

Marco blinked once, almost unable to believe what he had heard. “W-What?” he squeaked, his voice tight.

“Look we get it,” Ferg gave him a comforting smile, his eyes looking surprisingly pain-filled, his companion's face in the same troubled state. “We've all been there. Don't force it, okay. If you don't want to talk about it, you shouldn't have to.”

Marco didn't know what they meant by that, but he nodded, deciding it best to let the subject drop. “Thanks,” he said, shooting them both tight smiles, which they returned.

Al coughed, breaking the tension in the room as he turned to the heavy crowd of people. “So, did you find Star yet, Ferg? Or have you just been snacking on orderves this whole time. ”

“Of course not,” Ferg retorted. “Besides, like I told you before, if she were here we would know it.”

“Why do you say that?” Marco asked.

“Because our eardrums would be bombarded by a screaming crowd of people, all desperate for the princess's attention.”

As if on cue, a person screamed from the crowd, “Look everyone, it's Princess Star!” The whole crowd erupted in a roar, as everyone rushed to the gates of the castle, desperate to speak to their precious royal heir. Marco's eyes jumped to the gates of the castle, where an almost mob-like state had broken out, his eyes searching the crowd for his friend.

“See I told you,” Ferg smugly said to his nerdy friend, but Marco barely heard him, too entranced on the girl who slowly walked through the crowd, which parted to let her pass, smiling and waving to everyone she crossed, happily chatting to her long-time friends, Jackie walking quietly behind her. She looked so regal and magical and Marco felt his heart skip a beat as somehow her wandering eyes found him in the crowd, brown meeting blue, a light smile gracing her lips. She softly waved over to him and Marco returned the gesture, accidentally knocking the punch out of Ferg's hands and right into Al's face. Marco's eyes went wide, as he rushed over to help the two, shouting his apologizes as he did.

Star chuckled lightly at the boy's klutziness, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ears. Some things never changed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Jackie, chuckling and shaking her head. Clearly she had spotted the boy, too. The two shared a quick laugh, before Star turned back to her waiting public, walking confidently forward, as he mingled with the people she practically considered family.

“Hey, Star I missed you!” someone from the crowd yelled.

“I missed you, too!” she shouted, shooting them a wink.

“Star, I baked you a pie!”

“Star, I ate the pie!”

“I knew you would!” Star exclaimed, giving the two a high five.

“Star, I want you to sign my cast!”

“Sure Sabrina let me just...” Star reached into her cloud purse looking for a pen.

“Star, show us your wand! I bet it's really cool!” Someone from the crowd interrupted.

“I bet Star could destroy the entire monster army all by herself!”

“Yeah, I bet she could kill Toffee!”

“No way, Star's too sweet to do anything like that!”

“Yeah, she's too precious to risk her life!”

“Star Butterfly RULES!!”

Star put a hand to her blushing cheeks, not used to all this attention, well... not from them anyways. “Aww, thanks! You are all too sweet!” she thanked, a bright smile on her face.

Jackie watched the princess a short distance away, having gotten separated from her in the surrounding chaos. It was good to see Star so happy, her giddiness almost contagious, even a short distance away. She looked over to Marco, who also seemed pretty happy, talking with Ferguson and Alfonso, the three boys snacking away on the tasty treats. Though Jackie quickly noticed Marco's shifting gaze, his eyes shimmering as he continually glanced over to the blond royal.

“Well look at that,” a familiar voice stated, as Janna appeared behind the girl holding a glass of punch. “Looks like I'm close to winning the bet.”

“What?” Jackie questioned, raising an eyebrow at her friend and crossing her arms. “No you're not.”

“Oh come on, Jacks,” Janna said, with a smirk, taking a long sip of her punch before continuing. “Those two can't keep their eyes off of each other and the dance is tonight and I think we both know who Star's gonna pick to dance with her.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her lips. “That doesn't mean they're gonna start dating. Remember, that was a part of the deal?”

“Details, details,” Janna said, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “I've already got it all figured out. All I have to do is-”

“Jan,” Jackie started, her voice a scolding tone.

“I'm kidding, geez, can't you take a joke,” Janna said with a smirk, putting an arm around her friend. “Truth is, I don't have to do a thing. It's smooth sailing from here on out.”

“Careful you don't want to jinx yourself,” Jackie teased.

“Aw come on,” the dark-haired girl scoffed to her friend. “What could possibly ruin things now?”

Just then the courtyard was filled with an ear-bleeding loud screech that made everyone but Star cover their ears in pain. Marco, hands pressed as tightly against his ears as he could get them, shouted in panic, “What is that?! Is something dying?!”

Jackie and Janna, on the other hand, both shared a fearful look, both simultaneously muttering, “Uh oh,” before turning to the source of the unbearable sound.

Another boy. He was an orphan just like them and he marched confidently forward holding and 'playing' his most prized possession, a keytar. He had long black hair, that covered both his eyes, cheek marks, which were dark green treble clefs, and fangs, Janna having almost forgotten that he had been so impressed by her style a few years back and decided to wear fake fangs like her, not aware that they were actually real. He wore a dark brown shirt, with a red bandana tied loosely around his neck and light brown pants that were ripped at the bottom, as well as purple boots. “Oh right, I forgot about Oskar,” Janna said, face-palming at her mistake, Jackie just watching the scene unfolding with a grimace.

Star felt her heart pound as she watched her first crush walk toward her, still playing that beautiful music that she adored. She tried to hold in a sigh as he came face to face with her, his confident smile sending shivers down her spine. “H-Hi Oskar,” she managed to squeak out, giving him a nervous wave. The boy stopped playing his beloved instrument (much to the relief of the crowd), brushing his long bangs out of the way, his bright eyes staring deep into Star's, reflecting her own image back at her.

“Hey Star,” he confidently responded. “It's been a while.”

“Yeah it has,” Star nervously responded, her throat still unbearably tight. “I-I'm glad you could make it.”

“You know I'd never miss out on one of your dances,” he replied, shooting her a flirty grin and Star felt like she might melt.

“Wow, thanks,” was all she could say, as a blush lit up her cheeks.

Marco watched the whole scene in silence, taking in the look on Star's face as her and the new boy chatted. They were too far away to be heard, but Marco's eyes were on Star and her blushing cheeks. Marco felt his stomach twist at the sight, but Marco had no idea why. Was it because she was blushing? Yes he figured it had to be, but he didn't know why that would upset him so much. Maybe because all the times he had seen Star blushing it was around him, no one else.

Marco swallowed down the lump in his throat as Star turned into a giggling mess over something the boy had said, surprised to find his hands were clenching into tight fists. Was he angry? No, not exactly. He was mad for sure, but there seemed to be more to it, a mixture of different emotions all rolled into one. He didn't know what this new feeling was, but he didn't like it and all he wanted was for it to go away.

“Don't get too upset,” Marco heard Ferguson say behind him and he turned to the two he had almost forgotten were there. “She always gets like that around him,” Ferguson continued, Alfonso nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, Star has a super big crush on him,” the nerdy boy added.

“Crush?” Marco muttered to himself, unsure what the new word meant. “But who is he?” he asked louder to the two, his eyes unwantingly returning to his bestie and her 'crush'.

“That would be Oskar Greason,” Ferg explained. “He's kinda a wannabe musician-”

“Well he was until Star set him up to become the apprentice of Ruberiot, the Royal Songstrul,” Al corrected.

“Right,” Ferg continued, sounding slightly upset at the interruption. “Well anyways, he's been gone a while now, the two went on a tour through every known dimension, spreading the wonders of music or something like that across the galaxy.” Ferg rolled his eyes, his voice as skeptical as could be. “Personally I think they were looking for someone who could listen to Oskar's 'music' without screaming in pain.”

“That's not true, Ferguson,” Al pointed out, adjusting his glasses. “Star actually likes his music.”

Ferg scoffed. “Well she's the only one,” he muttered, taking a long sip of his punch.

“Don't mind him,” Al said to Marco, rolling his eyes at his fuming friend. “He's just upset because he's convinced Oskar's gonna steal his dance with Star away.”

“Oh come on, you know it's coming!” Ferg suddenly shouted. “Star only dances with one person every year and it's always been Oskar! Since, like, the very beginning.”

“What?!” Marco squeaked in concern, his heart pounding away in his chest. “What do you mean?!”

“Don't worry too much about it, Marco,” Al comforted. “Star hasn't seen Oskar in a while now, I honestly don't think she's that into him anymore, despite how it looks.” The three all turned to the two, Oskar finally separating from Star, going deeper into the crowd, mingling with the others, Star just standing there shell-shocked.  “She could pick anyone tonight. Who knows, maybe even you.”

Marco said nothing as his gaze lingered on his bestie, that uncomfortable feeling finally releasing its hold on him as that old, familiar feeling returned, the feeling he always got from Star. She once again turned to him, looking like she was in a daze, but she smiled at him, giving him another short wave. Marco returned the wave, feeling his heart hammer away in his chest, his need to be near her stronger than it had ever been. He kept his eyes on Star as she jumped into another conversation with a couple of girls, whispering softly, “Yeah, maybe.”

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“But I don't even know how to dance,” Marco stated as he sat uncomfortably in the chair in Jackie and Janna's room, watching the two girl's as they prepared everything they needed to get ready, fidgeting in his seat, his face a grimace. It was later that night, the ball now only a short time away and the two girls had unwillingly dragged the hooded boy to their room to get changed and ready, as they pulled out the supplies they had purchased a few days prior.

“You'll be fine Marco,” Jackie praised, pulling down bag after bag from the top of her closet, Janna doing the same to her's.

“Yeah, and with your Trait you'll pick it up almost instantly, so you got nothing to worry about,” Janna added.

“I guess,” Marco muttered, still feeling nervous about the whole thing, his eyes slowly drifting to the floor. “But how do we know Star will even pick me?” he stated, his voice quivering slightly with nerves. “Ferguson and Alfonso said she only dances with one person every year and it's always Oscar.” Marco's voice became uncharacteristically hard on the last word and Jackie and Janna shared a concerned look. If they didn't know any better they'd swear Marco sounded... jealous.

“Forget about Oskar,” Jackie said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention to her, her eyes shining with cool radiance. “Tonight is just gonna be about you and Star,” she stated and Marco felt his heart leap.

“Really?” Marco asked, his face hopeful and Jackie smiled at his cute, pleading eyes.

“Once we're done, Star won't be able to take her eyes off of you,” she confidently replied and Marco's face widened into one of his signature smiles.

Janna suddenly appeared behind her friend holding up a finely made suit, flinging it at the boy. “Yep, so you better hurry up and get changed.”

Marco nodded, rising out of his seat, holding his outfit as delicately as he could. “Okay.” He started heading for the door, but Janna grabbed onto his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Uh, where do you think you're going?” she asked.

“Uh, to my room to change,” Marco hesitantly said, pointing to the door.

“Nope,” Janna said, shaking her head, already starting to drag the boy deeper into her room, much to the boy's confusion.

“But how am I supposed to change if- AHH!” Suddenly, Marco was flung into the nearest closet, the door slamming shut behind him, trapping him in the small enclosed space. “J-Janna!” Why am I in your closet?”

“Your not, your in Jackie's,” Janna called through the rough, wood frame. “Now hurry up and get changed. The ball's gonna start soon.”

Marco, now frantic not to be late, obeyed, stripping off his prized hoodie and jeans in favor of the fancy suit. He emerged from the closet in a hurry, already heading for the door. “Okay, I'm changed now let's hurry and-”

The boy was halted once more, as Jackie blocked his path, holding up a comb in one hand and a bottle of hairspray in the other, a mischievous smile on her face. “Not so fast. First we have to get you ready.”

“But I'm in the suit,” Marco squeaked, gesturing to the finely-pressed tux.

“Yes,” Jackie agreed, giving the boy a gentle push into the chair Janna had pulled out for him to land in. “But you're not quite there yet,” she gave him a soothing smile, seeing the look of fear on his face, bending down so she was level with the boy. “Don't worry about a thing, Marco. Just stay still and let us take care of it.” But her soothing tone switched to a much louder one as she sat up and called to her companion. “Ready Jan?!” Janna smirked in response, holding up several other supplies for the boy's transformation.

“Ready,” she said, her voice as dramatic as her skater friend's. Marco gulped. The girl's flew into action, preparing the boy for his big night, straitening, fixing, combing, spraying, and making any other necessary adjustments to the boy's appearance, Marco just sitting frozen in a haze of hairspray. Finally the two seemed to have finished their work, the two stepping away and lowering their weapons of fashion, smiling in admiration at their work.

Jackie nodded confidently, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Nice,” she said. “You look great, Marco.”

“I do?” Marco asked and Jackie giggled.

“Yeah see for yourself,” she said, pulling him to his feet and over to their large mirror. Marco was in shock by the image he saw, though it was his own face and body he now looked cleaner and more fancy then he had ever been, his hair spikes straightened to a fine point beneath the sombrero he hadn't even noticed the two had put on him, his twin suns glowing brighter then ever, and the finely made tux making him look dignified, the gold lining around its edges giving it a nice flair. The girls had even somehow gotten a red tie on him without noticing.

“Wow, is-is that me?” Marco breathed, putting a hand on his mirror image self.

“Yeah it is,” Jackie said confidently.

“We do good work,” Janna said, her and Jackie sharing a high five.

He turned back to the two with a gracious smile. “Thanks you two.”

“Your welcome, Marco,” Jackie said. “It was our pleasure.”

“But,” Janna said matter-of-factly, walking toward the boy. “Now it's our turn to get ready.”

“So?” Marco asked, confused why the girl was getting so close to him, Janna grabbing him firmly by the shoulders, making him squeak.

The door to the room was flung open as Marco stumbled out, just barely stopping himself from running head-first into the wall. He turned back to the two girls in confusion asking, “Why do I have to go out?”

“Because you do,” was all Jackie said, putting hands to her hips and shooting the boy a playful smirk. “Don't worry we won't be long,” she continued before her roommate took over.

“And in the meantime-” Janna started.

“Don't mess up your hair-” Jackie warned, wagging a finger at the boy.

“Don't get your clothes dirty-” Janna added, her tone equally scolding.

“And above all, don't let Star or the others see you until we're ready,” Jackie finished.

The two immediately relaxed, their scolding glares vanishing as they smiled at the boy. “Okay so just wait here we'll be out in a minute,” Jackie said, shooting the startled boy a grin.

Then, just like that, the door closed leaving a frazzled Marco alone with his thoughts. “Are all girls like that or just the ones I know?” Marco asked the empty hallway, before shrugging and moving to sit on the floor.

“Don't even think about it!” Jackie's scolding voice called from the other side of the door, making Marco jump to his feet. He guiltily stared at the closed door, wondering how she had seen him do anything from another room, but he didn't dare question it as he went and found a nearby chair to sit in. He made sure to keep his hands in his lap, sitting up as straight as he could, being as careful as possible so as to not to disturb his new outfit. The seconds ticked away in the dark hallway, Marco growing more and more impatient with every passing second, the ticking of a nearby clock doing nothing to settle his nervous energy. And as the seconds dragged into minutes, Marco grew more and more concerned that they would be late for the ball, his finger tapping his knee impatiently. What time was it anyways? Marco felt a pang of fear as he realized he didn't know what time the ball actually started.

Finally, the little patience he had wore thin, as he rose out of his chair and over to the closed door. “Jackie. Janna?” Marco whispered softly, moving to put his ear against the door. “Are you two almost-”

Marco was interrupted, though, as the door opened, Jackie and Janna emerging from their room, now wearing their fancy ballgowns, making the boy stumble back in surprise. But Marco recovered quickly, his mouth dropping open at the sight of the two well-dressed young ladies.  Jackie was wearing a sea-foam green dress that flowed all the way to the floor looking almost like waves, her counterpart wearing a sleeveless black dress that went down to just above her knees and a bright blue jacket, switching her brown boots out for a blue pair that matched her jacket. Though the two looked breathtaking in the new outfits, Marco saw signs of familiarity on them, Jackie still wearing the seashell necklace and Janna refusing to take off her brown beanie, though her hair had been fixed up for the ball.

“Wowww,” he breathed. “You two look amazing!”

“Aww, thanks Marco,” Jackie said with a smile.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself,” Janna said, shooting the boy a wink.

Marco gave his friend a confused look. “But you two were the ones who-”

“Just... take the compliment,” Janna sighed. “I don't give those out freely, y'know.”

Marco looked over to Jackie for help and she just shrugged. “I'd just enjoy 'Nice Janna' while she lasts,” Jackie suggested and Marco nodded in agreement. Janna didn't seem troubled by the statement as the trio started for the ball, walking side by side down the dark hallway.

“I prefer the term 'Normal Janna',” Janna said matter-of-factly.

“Normal?” Jackie teased, shooting her friend a look.

“Okay, okay, less creepy,” she reasoned and Marco laughed at the two. “Oh and that reminds me,” Janna exclaimed, snapping her fingers in remembrance, reaching into her purse and handing the boy a mask.

“What's this?” Marco questioned, turning the colorful object in his hands, examining it closer. It was white and just like his suit was embroidered with designs, making it resemble a skull.

“Uhh, it's a mask, duh,” Janna lightly smirked, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

“What do I need this for?” Marco asked the beanie-wearing girl.

“It'll give you an air of mystery,” Janna said, doing a wide, jazz hand flourish to emphasize her point.

“How do you figure that one, Jan?” Jackie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Think about it, Jacks, most of the people who are gonna be at the ball don't even know who Marco is, meaning that'll leave them guessing who could be swooping their princess off her feet.”

“And that's a good thing?” Marco innocently asked, still examining the object.

“Yeah it is,” Janna exclaimed. “Trust me, girls like a little mystery.”

“But won't it be harder for her to recognize him?” Jackie pointed out.

“Are you kidding? Star could spot our dear Marco halfway across Mewni.”

The two turned to Marco, who was having trouble putting the mask on, somehow tying his hands together with the string, shaking his arms in panic and the two smiled. “Good point,” Jackie said, before reaching over to untie the boy.

“Where did you find this, Janna?” Marco asked, as the skater undid the troublesome knot.

Janna waved a nonchalant hand in the air. “Don't ask questions you don't want the answer too.”

Marco's eyes widened and Jackie turned to her friend with a suspicious glare. “Jan-”

“What?” she shrugged, shooting her friend an innocent grin, well what was supposed to be one anyways. “I just found it lying around-”

“Uh huh,” Jackie started, raising an eyebrow.

“On someone's face,” she finished, giving the two a smirking grin.

“You stole it off of someone's face!” Jackie screamed.

“Yeah, I know I was impressed, too,” Janna confidently responded, looking quite pleased with her charade. “He never even noticed it was gone.”

Jackie, finished untying the object from around Marco's wrist, moved closer to her roommate. “That's not what I meant!”

“Relax, he didn't want it anyways. It didn't have enough eye holes.”

“Eye holes? Wait did you steal it from Tom?!”

“Maaayyyybe?”

“Janna!”

Marco smiled at his two arguing friends, looking down at the mask again. He took a deep breath in, still feeling slightly jittery at the idea of dancing with Star, but he couldn't back down now. He wanted this. He knew he did, the familiar, warm feeling filled his every being as his grip tightened on the small mask. He could do this. He just had to go with the flow. Whatever happened tonight, he had to be ready. With that, Marco slipped the mask over his face, completing his disguise.  

#Star vs #star vs au #Light of the Sun and Stars #Starco #My Writing

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

이승협, Lee Seunghyub

anonymous asked:

hello sweetheart! can i request a prompt from prompt list#2, 22 and 13 with Seunghyub from N.Flying if that possible of course?

Group: N.Flying (엔플라잉)

Member: Seunghyub

Prompt: “Have you lost your damn mind?”, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice”, “Kiss me”.

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The small restaurant you worked at wasn’t the most popular place in the world, and that was true enough. But a person who had spent any amount of time there knew that it was a special place, filled with scented candles, enchanting wall-art, addictive appetizers and pretty fantastic fresh-brewed coffee.

It was a place where artists came and drew on the walls as they pleased, leaving pieces of their passion behind on the pale surfaces. It was a place where students came to study in peace and laugh over good food. 

It was a place where businessmen came to wind down after a tiring day, and it was a place where the staff was more like family than anything else. It was a place where you worked—not because it was necessary—but because you genuinely liked it.    

That’s why it was always such a shame when people disrupted that calming environment. 

There were twelve regulars at that restaurant that you worked at. 

The three trainees from JYP that always came for breakfast and lunch. You didn’t know what they usually did for dinner, but you hoped that they ate well. They were nice boys with positive attitudes and a butt-load of talent. 

They’d given you a mini-concert before, just for practice. 

The woman who’d been going through a messy divorce, but stayed unbelievably strong for her kids. She talked about them so fondly, so you knew she would make it through all right. 

The grandma and grandpa that had been coming there every Tuesday since they got engaged there over forty years ago. Although that’d been before your time, they told you the story in such detail, it felt like you had seen it for yourself.

The stock manager with a sharp tongue, but kind eyes. He knew how to complain about the serving portions, but he also knew how to tip very well and always ask how your day had been.

The childhood friends that had moved from Incheon to study in Seoul. You just knew that they would end up together one day. It was the way that they looked at each other, filled with tenderness, distant adoration and a certain shy hesitance.  

The brother and sister that were trying to reconnect after being separated for a long time. They were still a little awkward with each other, but they were getting better every day. They’d even found a common interest in musical theater. 

And finally, the aptly named: Question Mark Man. 

You didn’t know much about him, but he’d always been interesting to you. His schedule was somewhat erratic, but he made sure to come in at least once a week. He always kept a low profile, had never told you his name, never made a big fuss about anything and always sketched on the wall in the far-back corner.

He’d been coming for about three months now.

He was tall, handsome, charming and a complete mystery. You didn’t even know what he’d been working on so diligently for the past three months. It looked like a person, but it was hard to tell who it was. He added a new piece every time that he came. 

The first day he came, he’d drawn a very rough outline. 

The second day, he added more detail to the body. 

The third day, someone had drawn over part of the arm, so he had shyly asked you to reserve that spot for him and only him. You’d accepted. 

The days went on, and the drawing only got more and more detailed. All he did now was hesitate to finish the face. He had started multiple times, but he’d always end up erasing it and starting again, insisting it was never quite right. 

“It has to be perfect,” he’d said one day.

You had chuckled at him. “Must be a pretty special drawing then, sir.” 

You’d studied him for quite some time now. Everything down to his bright eyes, skilled, lovely hands and heart-stealing smile. 

“You’re obsessed,” your co-worker had once told you. 

You had politely told her to go screw herself. “He just makes me curious,” you argued. “If I got to know him, he probably wouldn’t be my type.”

But today, there he was again, sitting in the far corner, drinking a cup of hot coffee. As always, he slaved over that drawing. 

“It looks like he’s actually making progress today,” you mentioned to your co-worker. 

She playfully smacked your arm. “Stop staring! You look like a psychopath.” 

“Wow,” you scoffed, though a smile played on your lips. “Rude.” 

She shrugged. “You know me.”

“Unfortunately,” you joked. You both laughed before parting ways. You focused yourself on the mundane task of rearranging the menus, trying your hardest to keep your attention off of the Question Mark Man. You didn’t want your friend’s prediction to come true. 

‘Suspected stalker’ certainly wouldn’t look very good on any future resumes. 

Your ears perked up hearing the familiar jingle of the rusty old bell that hung over the door. You looked up at the man that’d just entered. After being at this for a while, you had gotten to be a pretty decent judge of character, just based off of first impressions.

This guys didn’t give off a very good one. 

He was well-built and he wore ripped jeans, a shirt with slightly too deep of a V-neck, one-too-many earrings in one ear and a worn, leather jacket. His hair was brushed cleanly (rather nerdy-looking, compared to the rest of him) and you could see a book-bag hanging loosely off his shoulder, almost like he was trying too hard to be cool. 

First impressions could be totally wrong, and he still had the eyes of a kid, but something felt off about him. Not usually the type to come into this place. 

A highschool student playing hooky, perhaps? 

You shook it off, giving him a polite bow. “Good afternoon! Feel free to sit anywhere you like and I’ll be with you in a minute.” You recited the spiel perfectly, a pleasant smile on your face. 

The man—or more so, boy—gave you a once-over. “Will do,” he replied a smirk playing on his lips. 

You groaned internally. “Oh, great,” you grumbled under your breath. “This is gonna be fun.” You grabbed a menu, setting aside your uneasy thoughts.

The customer’s comfort always comes first. It was basically a law in the business of serving. 

“Hi,” you said, trying to sound as naturally friendly as possible. “Anything I can get you?” 

The boy propped his chin up against his palm. “Yeah, there is actually,” he answered smoothly. He gestured behind him. “You see those guys outside, waiting by the door?”

You glanced to the front window. Sure enough, there were four of five boys, similarly dressed, peering in through the window, seemingly making playful jabs at each other. “Yeah,” you said. “And what about them?” 

“Well, those are my friends,” he said, “and they dared me to come in here and kiss you.” 

You almost laughed. “I’m sorry—what? Could you repeat that?” 

“They dared me to kiss you,” he chuckled, giving a charming smile. “Crazy, right?” 

You nodded exaggeratedly. “Yeah, actually, it’s pretty crazy. Borderline disgusting.” 

His smile dropped a little. “That’s a little harsh.” He shook his head, trying to ignore the discreet insult. “So! Do you think you’ll help me? I actually have a lot of money riding on this. Not to mention, pride.” 

You gave a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I guess I’m just not in a very giving mood today. I don’t really feel like helping you save money. Or your pride, sir.”

He frowned. “What?”

You shrugged. “That’s just the way life goes, I guess. But! If you’d like, you can still order something and I’d be happy to get it for you—”

He stood up, grabbing your waist. “Oh, come on,” he said. “What do you have to lose?” The other boys could be seen hooting and hollering from outside. 

You pushed his hand away. You were done playing nice. “I’m sorry, sir, but you need to leave.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Listen here—” 

“She said it was time for you to go, I think.” 

You recognized that voice immediately. It was the same voice you’d been hearing once every week for the past three months, whenever he ordered his Americano and biscuit, or when you made pointless small-talk together.

You were so grateful for that voice. The voice of the Question Mark Man. 

You felt a warm hand wrap around your waist. You tried to jump away, but he held it firmly. Not in a threatening way, but protective. 

“You asked what she has to lose,” the familiar stranger began, “and I have an answer.” He flashed that signature smile. “Her boyfriend’s temper.” 

Your jaw dropped, as well as the boy’s. This was the kind of scenario you’d only seen in dramas, and now it was happening in real life. You weren’t quite sure if it was surreal, or insane. 

He leaned in close to your ear. “Kiss me,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened. “Are you out of your damn mind?” you hissed back in a hushed tone. “We don’t even know each other! Besides, he wouldn’t even buy that—”

He cut you off by placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, never once breaking eye-contact with the boy. 

Despite his brutish outward appearance, the boy flushed a bright red, slowly backing away towards the door. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered before running out. 

The mystery man chuckled, still so close to you that you could feel the vibrations. “I think he bought it okay,” he said, slipping his arms away from your waist. “Sorry I kinda had to man-handle you back there.” 

You were still dazed and confused, your eyebrows furrowed. “It’s... fine,” you finally settled on. “It’s fine. Why did you help me, though? You didn’t have to do that.” 

For a moment, he looked a little shy, shuffling his feet. “Well... I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” 

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. Your cheeks lit up immediately. “Oh my gosh,” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry about that. I swear I’m not—”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he interrupted with a small grin, “but I guess you haven’t seen the way I look at you.” 

You were left confused again. “Excuse me?” He gestured to the far back corner. Your eyes followed where his finger pointed, eyes widening in wonder.

He’d finished it. The three-month-awaited art piece was finally done. 

And it was you. 

At first, you wouldn’t believe it. That was far too pretty to be you, wasn’t it? The hair was too nice, the smile was too princess-like, the eyes were too emotional. That couldn’t be you...

Yet it was. 

You slowly looked back at him, flattered and shocked all at once. “Well, okay then,” you laughed. “To whom do I thank for the amazing likeness?” 

He gave a giddy smile. “Seunghyub,” he said. “Lee Seunghyub.”

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N.Flying is one of the most fun and extra groups I’ve ever had the pleasure of stanning, so writing our multi-talented leader in this type of setting was very different for me. Different, but fun. We all want a potato in shining armor, don’t we?

Hey, Anon! Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with it and I hope you love it a lot. Feel free to stop by anytime! 

#n.flying #lee seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying seunghyub #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst #for anon #i actually love it #like genuinely

[artwork-mystery]

Books and Deals

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: ♡ | ♧

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness and language but that's pretty much it

Notes: Semi unrelated but Joonie in glasses is so cute and, and- help please... my heart has turned to mush. Idk what this really is, but as always, hope you enjoy.

Masterlist

Summary: Agreeing with the tall, cute stranger’s deal to share the only book you both happen to want, is the best decision you’ve ever made.

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You walk through the double doors and a content smile paints itself across your lips when you fully step inside the building you love the most - the library. The smell of old and new books alike and the calm, quiet atmosphere sends you into a state of complete and utter peace. There's nothing quite like reading a book that captures your entire mind and has you in a whole other world, where everything around you fades into the background and you're completely lost in the words, and lost to reality as you stay glued to the pages.

If there were contests for reading books - which there may be but you're too lazy to even check - you're sure you would be able to win first place, without fail. You're practically a marathoner, a champion, a true master of the books. You've read whole series within weeks - even within days! It's no easy feat and you pride yourself in it; having spent hours upon hours, through entire days and nights, continuously reading, so of course you should be proud of doing something you're not only good at but also love.

When you were younger, it surprised you greatly when people would say, 'I hate reading,' and other utterances because you couldn't fathom how they disliked something so great. True, it's not for everyone, but you often found out that those very same people hadn't even read a book - or at least one of good quality. You admit, not all books are great, but if people just took the time to dig a little deeper and not judge just from the cover of the book, they might be pleasantly surprised. You believe there's a book for everyone - they just have to find it.

You walk into the aisles and skim over the books, browsing, carefully reading the titles in search for a specific book you've heard about that has piqued your interest. You search for a couple minutes and as you make your way down a row of books, you finally spot it, making a grab for the book. Apparently someone else wanted to read the same one because another larger, warm hand grazes your own as you both grasp the leather binding.

Turning your head you're met with a pair of deep, dark brown eyes and you both stay frozen, staring for couple seconds before you left go of the book. You're immediately aware of how handsome this guy is. He's got a soft smile, glasses perched upon on a small, button nose, and a rounder face that makes him seem... squishy. You laugh a little nervously, having been so focused on getting this particular book, you didn't realize someone else had also gone for it. You have been wanting to read this book but you don't mind letting someone else have it; you can always come back later and check it out, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I'm so sorry, you can have it," you smile warmly, albeit a little awkward.

"Oh, no, I wasn't paying attention," the man says, holding out the book towards you. "Ladies first." A dimpled grin lights his face, eyes slightly scrunching.

You politely decline, poking it back towards him. "Nah, really it's okay, I can always read it later. I'm in no rush."

He shifts his weight, tugging his lower lip in between his teeth in thought. "Hmm, well thank you but I have an idea," he quirks a brow, another soft grin appearing. You look at him expectantly, interested in his thoughts. "If you'd rather wait, that's fine, but I'll propose a deal."

This really could be interesting. "A deal, huh? What's the deal?"

His dimples seem to pop out even more as he shoots you another cute smile. "We could both read it and meet here or somewhere else," he says, eyes watching your reaction.

"You want to meet somewhere to read it together," you ask, not entirely sure about this deal.

"Yes, but if you don't want too... I guess I'll just have to accept your offer and read it myself while you wait." Another grin but the way he's looking at you says that he won't actually go through with that; he'll probably just let you have the book anyways if you decline and he seems like a perfectly nice guy, offering a solution that only makes sense to two book hungry readers. Neither of you will have to wait, and it could be fun to read with someone else, giving your thoughts and discussing it as you go along - like a really small book club.

"Sounds pretty cool, but I'm not sure yet," you say amusedly. "I could be persuaded though."

His eyes shimmer and he bounces on the balls of his feet in his excitement, almost like a little kid, but he's pretty tall so he's like a giant, little kid and it's pretty cute. "Is that so? Well, I know a place that has some great coffee and other things. Free food, drinks, and getting to read this book seems like a nice deal, yeah?"

You pretend to think it over, fingers tapping against your chin for added effect. "Does seem like a good deal. Mhmm, alright deal!"

"Fantastic," he beams, "I'm Namjoon by the way, and you are?"

"I'm Y/n," you smile up at him.

"Y/n," he repeats slowly, storing it away to his memory. "Do you want to meet up here? What day would work for you?"

You don't have any plans or anything scheduled, besides work, which you don't have until another three weeks because of some renovations so you're free for awhile. "Sure, and any day works for me."

He nods his head, lip caught between his teeth, chewing on it before releasing it. "How about tomorrow then? The sooner the better, I always say," he grins lopsided, eyes hopeful.

"Sounds like a plan," you agree, brushing some hair out of your face. His grin only gets bigger, dimples on full display, eyes closed to slits.

"It's a deal then."

Before you had left the library, you had exchanged numbers and set up a time to meet, both of you agreeing on meeting up at 11:30 so you have time to go get lunch. You're currently texting back and forth with Namjoon as you sit in your pyjamas, eating some ramen and laughing at his cuteness; he's really funny and easy to talk with. Your conversations have been very entertaining thus far - going from light and silly to deep and philosophical topics.

As of right now, you're both flirting and joking around.

Namjoon 7:14 PM

I need to tell you something

Y/n 7:14 PM

What??

Namjoon 7:15 PM

I just thought that I should let you know but I'm very accident prone. I don't even know how it happens all the time

Y/n 7:15 PM

Oh no... I'm worried for the book's safety now. Maybe I should have just taken it like I've taken your heart?

You start quietly giggling to yourself, flirting and teasing Namjoon a little is quite fun, and he has a great sense of humor. It's nice seeing how he reacts to you because since you've been texting - which has

Namjoon 7:15 PM

Oh wow. My poor heart. But you were only in it for the book I see... You really just wanted my heart so you could break it and get to the book huh? A heart isn't as tough as a book and you took advantage of that!

Y/n 7:17 PM

Are you guilt tripping me? Because lemme tell ya, it's kinda working

Joon 7:17 PM

Well I had it coming though. I exposed myself!! Can't entirely blame you

Y/n 7:18 PM

Oh okay, then I feel less guilty now hehe

Joon 7:20 PM

You didn't have to break my heart though, Y/n, there are plenty of other ways to obtain something. Like, I don't know... asking?! But actually, you probably should have taken the book. I'm worried for it too haha

You can't even type properly; you're too focused on trying to breathe after laughing so much at his apparent clumsiness, and the way he just rolled with your teasing and flirting, even joking with you back, has you hunched over. The conversation comes to an end and you bid each other goodnight as you get ready for bed.

You wake up more energized than usual this morning, excitement running through your veins as you think about meeting with Namjoon for lunch and your little book club later. A small, quick breakfast is all you can manage to make and eat before you start getting ready and dressed for the day ahead. Once finished getting ready you start walking towards the library, nerves and excitement building up at seeing the tall, handsome and nerdy guy known as Namjoon.

Opening the double doors you're met with the sight of Namjoon standing near a broken chair, face hidden in his hands as he shakes his head, and sighing in exasperation as a lady speaks with him. You slowly make your way over, barely catching their voices.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I don't even know how I did this," Namjoon apologizes, eyes wide in bewilderment and brows furrowed.

"It's okay, sir, but I'll have to ask that you not use any of the chairs for now," the lady tsks.

"I understand, I'll just-" he pauses as he spots you, "I'll just be on my way." He turns on his heel and walks towards you, a hint of a smile gracing his features but as soon as he gets close enough to see amusement glinting in your eyes, his smile fades and is replaced with a shy grimace.

"You didn't see what happened did you," he inquires. "Please, tell me you didn't..."

You stifle a giggle, keeping your face straight. "I saw everything."

He looks embarrassed and begins holding his head in his hands again. "Hahh... that's great. Now you know to stay a safe distance of five feet away from me, but it's honestly for best," he chuckles lightly.

"I didn't actually see much but I'll keep that in mind," you grin, wrinkling your nose. "I trust you though - not to break me like you break other things. I don't need five feet," you say seriously, putting your hands on your hips.

"That's extremely brave of you," he laughs.

"Well, yeah, I'm pretty brave. Except when flying bugs are involved, then all hell breaks loose - I'm out." Namjoon laughs and agrees.

You guys leave the library and go get lunch quickly. You've come to find out Namjoon likes to make deals. You both just made a deal that whoever finishes their giant milkshake last will have to pay for lunch. You're winning.

"Y/n, slow down! You're sucking way too much and too fast!"

"Well you aren't sucking enough and too slow," you retort.

"I suck the perfect amount and speed, thank you very much," he huffs.

"You're just complaining because I'm winning," you smirk, raising your brows - in what you're to sure to win - victory.

"You suck," he grumbles.

"Better than you do," you say smugly. The both of you make brief eye contact as everything you've both said settles in your brains, cheeks flushing slightly and childish giggles seeping out of your mouths. "Oh my god- I can't... wait-"

"I don't doubt that," he sniggers, and you stop laughing, scoffing.

"Hey! Don't twist my words."

"I'm not twisting anything," he feigns innocence, eyes squinting. "I'm so pure."

"Pure my ass! You can't fool me, mister, I've got my eyes on you.

"Oh, so you're ogling me now?" A mischievous grin breaks out in full capacity.

"Am not! You know what I meant."

"I do. First you wanted my heart so you could take the book for yourself, and now you want even more; you can't keep your eyes off of me. What more do you want! You're quite insatiable aren't you?"

"Shut up and drink your milkshake!"

"I'm not thristy though... but it seems you are."

"I will not hesitate to whoop your butt. This belt isn't just for accessorizing."

"Wow, first date and we're already getting into the freaky stuff now. I didn't know you'd be into-"

You stop him from talking by smacking him a few times and flicking his forehead while he just bursts out laughing into the crook of his arms, shielding himself from your onslaught. You can't help but join him in the laughter, finding talking and joking with each other very comfortable and easy. Reading the book together could prove to be difficult for the two of you. You're both fairly childish and haven't stopped joking since meeting and trying to focus on anything but your new buddy so far is pointless but it's worth a shot.

After finishing lunch, he pays - not without complaint though, he said you cheated somehow - and you both head back to the library to start on the book reading. You step inside the building and see that the broken chair is still there. It looks like a crime scene because there's a bit of tape around it and a sign saying, 'Careful of chair, it's broken," and it seems as if they even tried putting it back together - key word tried.

You glance at Namjoon and he looks sheepishly at you. "I think we better use the bean bags, don't want you breaking anything else while we're here, now do we?"

"Ah, come on, really. Why you gotta attack me like that," he sighs.

"Why did you have to attack that chair, Joonie?"

"I didn't- Bean bags are great! Let's go." You grab his arm as he begins walking away, turning him around to face you again. He blinks at you, cheeks a little red from the nickname you unknowingly called him. "Y-yes?"

"On second thought... bean bags are off limits. We're sitting on the floor, you can't break it."

He throws his head back dramatically but a smile cracks on his lips. "I wouldn't entirely rule that out," he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wait what? How the- Nevermind, let's just go, everywhere has potential to be disastrous with you, Joon," you continue teasing.

"Rude but true. Let's make a deal. If I can go the rest of the day with breaking something, you have to go on date with me." His eyes twinkle and his dimpled smile breaks out.

"Are you sure about this?"

He falters for a second - thinking. "Okay, even if I lose, would you still go on a date with me," he asks unsure, eyes pleading.

"Yes, when you do lose, I'll still go on a date. You're really cool and I've had a great time so far." His previous dimpled smile comes, bigger than ever, and you swear his cheeks will burst.

You guys spent hours there and had lost track of time. It was possibly one of the best days of your life; happiness coursing through you as you leave. Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into a couple months, and you're still going strong with Namjoon. You've been on a couple dates since meeting but now you're officially dating; you’re glad you went to the library that day and went looking for that one book that essentially brought you two together. You guys still make a bunch of deals too, which have been crazy, scary, risque, stupid, and all around hilarious. You're sitting next to him in a quiet corner, finishing a new book when he closes it, looking at you with mischief but something else, and as he leans closer your heart stutters in your chest.

"Y/n," he whispers lowly, "let's make a deal." The low tone in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you stare, not trusting words just yet. "Whoever falls in love first has to grant the other person a wish," he grins, biting his lip.

"Oh, really,” you quirk a brow. “What's your wish," you ask, feeling a little nervous but excited with the way his eyes pierce your own.

He smirks a little bit, leaning into you, hot breath hitting your ear. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

You've grown accustomed to all the deals made between you two and you're always up for a fun challenge, besides the prospect of having him granting whatever wish - if you win, no, when you win - has your next word coming out with any hesitation. It seems whoever wins this deal doesn’t actually matter because you have a feeling you’ll both end up winning either way.

"Deal."

#bts #bts humor #bts fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts kim namjoon #kim namjoon #bts namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts fanfiction

[studiobeebo]

Confessions

Commission for | @smilingheroes + @simply-nerdy-gal

Pairing | Aya Hashimoto x Tao Ikeda

Word Count | 1,330

In some situations, no matter how many times ‘This is fine, I’m okay’ is repeated in ones head, it’s clear to see that things are truly not fine. Still, poor Aya was never one to linger on the sad things in life and instead always strived to focus on her usual bright happy feelings. Despite her focus however, she just couldn’t stop the tears that were beginning to spill from her eyes again, starting out slowly and then nearly drenching her cheeks.

She felt ridiculous, to cry over a boy, and that only made her feel even worse. She should have known she would never have a chance with someone like Tao, so why was she getting all worked up over the fact that she had caught him and one of her classmates tucked away in an empty hallway, almost interrupting the apparent confession to Tao from the other party before she ran off and found a hiding place of her own behind one of the posts of the front gate. There was no reason to be surprised, Tao was handsome and strong, and while he gave off a grumpy front surely anyone who had spoken to him a few times would know that he was still a bit awkward, but very much a sweetheart on the inside. That was why she fell for him, after all, she just never stopped to think that others would see just how amazing he was as well.

Aya was planning to spill her feelings eventually, to finally let him know just how much she liked him in more than just a friendly way, but now how could she? The girl he was talking to was beautiful, one of the people at the top of their class. Smarts, beauty, and most likely a personality to match if Tao was friends with her. Aya thought she couldn’t compete with that no matter how hard she tried. Either way she couldn’t stay hiding by the school’s entrance gate for the rest of the evening, so she took a few minutes to wipe her tears and try to make her face appear at least somewhat okay before gathering her things and stepping out onto the path to begin her trek back to the dorms, however before she even had the chance she was stopped by a voice that simultaneously made her heart beat out of her chest and sink into the pit of her stomach.

“Hey, Aya!” Tao called out, slowing down from his half jog when he got close enough to talk to her without having to yell. “I was looking for you, I thought-”

He stopped, only just now noticing just how puffy and red her eyes were and the dampness still coating her cheeks.

“What happened?” He continued, his voice sounding much more serious than it had a moment ago, but not mean in the least bit. He’d never really seen her cry before, and even though he hadn’t technically caught her in the act, it still hurt all the same. His heart was hardly even suited for the way it would beat erratically whenever she would smile at him, so it definitely wasn’t ready to see her sad either.

“Senpai! Hiya! Nothing happened, just a long day, lots of homework to get done!” Aya laughed out, forcing a smile along with it that only made him even more nervous. It was obvious she was upset, why would she try to cover it? Was he not someone she could share her feelings with?

Now that was something he’d definitely prefer to not think about. It took him a while to figure out his feelings, but now it was almost painfully obvious just how smitten he had become of her and he didn’t want to think about her not liking him back. Her bright personality always managed to chip through his rather rough one and left him feeling like he was on a warm cloud nine for hours after speaking to her, and she was easily one of the cutest girls he’d ever seen. He was in love, to put it simply, and his recent brush with a confession from someone else made him realize he should do the same and hope she wouldn’t reject him as he had just done to the poor girl he had left behind. That was why he had seeked her out, but now that he saw her upset, making her feel better was his main priority.

“..That’s fine if you don’t want to tell me..” He mumbled, not wanting to leave her upset but also not wanting to push her boundaries. “But if you-If you do want someone to talk to I can try to help.”

“Ah, that’s..” She stopped, her words trailing off. The last thing she wanted to do was make him feel guilty. “That’s okay! I wouldn’t want to bring down your good mood, I’ll be fine, promise!”

Her words made him furrow his brows, not really understanding what she was talking about. He wasn’t really in a ‘good’ mood, he felt just as he always did.

“Good mood?”

“Yeah-er, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just...heard that girl. Her confession, I mean..” She mumbled, speaking about it only made her feel worse.

“Oh, her? Yeah that was..kinda awkward, I’ve never had to turn someone down before..She didn’t seem too upset though, I guess that’s good.” He said, figuring she was trying to lead the conversation elsewhere.

At first, he hadn’t really connected the two dots at all, but when he saw her blink curiously before her lips parted in surprise at his words, he began to realize what was going on.

“Y-You turned her down!? Why?!” Aya said, honestly shocked. Even she probably wouldn’t turn down such a catch, so why would he?

Her shock only made him nervous as he remembered why exactly he had come to find her.

“Well, I-” He grumbled, tapping his fingers in annoyance against his sides. His own cowardice was starting to piss him off, why was this so difficult! It was just a few words, just one phrase, but if he didn’t do it now he knew he’d never do so.

“I was going to ask if you would go out with me.”

His own words made his shoulders tense as he mentally smacked himself for being so stupidly straightforward, he was hoping he could at least ask her out in a cool way and the look of confusion and shock on her face only worried him that he had made the wrong decision.

It was quite the opposite though, and her brain was just taking a long while to catch up. Not only did he turn down some beautiful girl, but for the sole purpose of asking her out? She felt like she was dreaming, but she knew this was all too real.

“Really?” Was all she could squeak out, eyes wide as if he had just grown a second head, yet the cute look on her face only served to make his cheeks feel warm.

“Well, yeah, I mean..if you want. Which you don’t have to..Gah, I feel like I’ve messed this up somehow.” He said, rubbing at his temples in frustration. Was not looking like a nervous mess in front of his crush too much to ask for?

“N-No! I mean yes I’d love to, a-and no you didn’t mess it up!” Aya said in response, a smile finally creeping onto her cheeks.

It was that genuine smile that he had fallen in love with and finally seeing it instead of the fake one she had displayed beforehand settled his nerves somewhat. A smile and a ‘yes’, he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Alright..so that’s-that’s cool, right?” He asked, his awkwardness settling in comfortably next to his happiness.

“Yeah!” Aya gushed, the warm feeling of butterflies stirring in her stomach quickly replacing any sadness she had felt. “Totally cool.”

#commissions #aya hashimoto x tao ikeda #aya hashimoto #tao ikeda

[dearnamorrr]

Jealousy (Short-fic/Headcanon)

Summary : When Kaneki was saved by Touka and the Qs, he finally awakes and encounters the most important people in his life . Everyone wait for him to return as much he is loved . Kaneki meets Hide on the rooftop and they somehow manage to spend their time together after so long not seeing each other . At the CCG, Touka was quite popular among the male humans, and when Kaneki and Hide finally get to watch them fanboying over her is quite interesting .                                                        

Notes : Had this idea to initiate the writing from @catsoul2 post. Witnessing Kaneki being all clingy and jealous is so so cute. I hope that random ccg guy make his appearance.

Thanks to @catsoul2

"I want to see what I did to you."

"..."

Speechless, Hide finally removes the scarf that he wears to conceal his face from the public . When the mask abandons his face, Ken's eyes widen in astonishment .

Scars developed around his mouth and cheeks, and it even spreads around his neck . His beautiful smile on the lips is all gone now for what he had become . The scars bring terror within Ken . So hard to believe that his beloved friend had to face this kind of pain . Unbearable pain . What's more heartbreaking that it was his doing when he can not control himself .

Hide's mouth was ripped off, and even his teeth from the inside is visible right now . Despite that, he still can make the whole situation here to be more comfort rather than emotional . Staring at Ken who is sobbing and weeping in tears, beside him, makes him even more sad . He can't even cry anymore, he was fed up to . All these years, he suffered the agony but he struggled to stay strong .

"I'm sorry...i'm sorry..this is all my fault.."

"I did this to you....and you had to face this all alone.."

"Hide...i'm sorry.."

He keep blaming himself, blaming over and over again . Tears keep coming and unstoppable . His cheeks is drench by his tears . Hide softly pats his shoulder, calming him and finally he gave him a hug . 

"Jeez, you're a crybaby.."

Hide chuckled when Ken wrapped his fingers around him , leaning to his embrace . Ah, he misses him so much . He misses everything about them . Their bittersweet memories and their friendship .

This is not your fault, Kaneki .

Minutes pass away, they talk about their well-being these years before . Hide sucessfully lighten up Ken's mood after crying too much . So, he asked him a question that could make him happy or less stress . To alleviate the tension .

"So, how's your first time..?"

"My first time ? What do you mean ?"

Hide breaks a laugh when he find out that Ken is dumb enought to understand of what he's saying .

"Aw, come on.."

"Hide, I don't get -"

"Your first time with Touka-chan, that's what I'm sayin' ."

As Touka's name being mentioned, Ken's facial expression automatically change . His cheeks turns red like a tomato and he stutters .

"Wha..what the hell are you talkin' about.."

"Don't play dumb, will ya ? I know you're not just gonna let her go.."

"....."

"You guys did it, right ?"

Even without his mouth anymore, Ken definitely can tell that he is smilling with smug right now . His cheeks reddened and now it's finally his whole face is a blushing mess when the thought of him and Touka make love for the first time in the abandoned building cross towards his mind .

The heat, the sensation between just the two of them that night . It was an unforgettable situation, and when Hide suddenly drags it again in front of him, he can't even breathe properly, not anymore .

His mind suddenly flies away with the thought on when will they be together again . He is in absolute thirst, hungry to feel her skin and soft scent again , to catch her full and thick red lips with his lips again , to carress her whole luscious body with his hand again , to feel her inside and hearing her moaning out loudly, shouting out his name with an absolute pleasure again .

The ecstacy with her that he craves badly . There's no one can make him feel that way . No one . No one can replace her throne in his heart .

"I can't believe someone like you, the nerdy bookworm and weak guy loss the v card first rather than me.."

"Hey, that's rude . You really understimate me, you know.."

"That's a fact . You were so shy and petite back then and now.."

"Now what..? I'm gettin' the better look ?" 

Ken slightly pushed his friend's shoulder, to talk back for what had said to him seconds ago .

"Yea..yea.."

The rooftop filled with gags and laughs that coming from them .

"How's she..?"

"Yonebayashi is still the same . She really need to take her time, Sasaki."

"I see.."

After they ran a tour around the city, Saiko's condition is getting worse . The infection of ROS are getting more terrible right now, too. The world end up as a whole mess of infection, humans transform, becoming a ghoul and the ghouls RC cells might be increased and leads to another wrecking stage . All of it was very unstable .

"Are you okay, Urie..?"

"....Yeah ? (I hope so)"

"I'm off then.."

"Yeah, go on with Nagachika.."

Both of them, went to the main hall of the CCG office . Ken watches the people are now working together with the ghouls . I can't believe that this is true..the ghouls..the humans..they're somehow united..

"Hey, Kaneki. Come here." 

Turning to approach Hide. There's a guy who is working on the desktop, patrolling using the cctv from the hidden camera . Opening the status map of the whole Tokyo. Ken grimaces after watching the damage he had done to the city. The red spot from the map is very huge .

"This city is a mess now."

The guy talks with both of them as they watch the screen. 

"That's what happen right now."

Hide replied, switching his glance towards Ken .

Suddenly, there's a gasp from the guy and the others are the same too. The man in front of the computer also reacting the same thing. Ken's attention suddenly distracted by the changing atmosphere . From silence to a busy sound when his wife walk through the office . Touka's appearance makes him uprise .

"Ah, it's Touka-chan !"

Hide speaks to Ken with a small voice.

He can hear them mumbling about her. She didn't notice him with the guy and she just walk there passing all the men who are continuously watching her from up to down. 

And the man in front of him and Hide suddenly voice out.

"That ghoul girl..she's so pretty..I think I like her.."

"WHAT ?"

Both Ken and Hide asked the exact same thing, with exact same tone.

"I know right, sounds crazy because she's a ghoul.."

"Uhhh...haha.."

Nervous, Hide maintains his side and managed to stalk Ken's expression. He was very shock and he couldn't leave his eyes to glare at the man. Hands fisting up and he clicked his tongue when the other men say out to themselves.

"She's cute.."

"God, I've never met someone this beautiful.."

"What a girl..very hot.." 

"What's her name though.."

"I don't know..but someone tell me she was under an alias named, Rabbit."

"Don't you guys afraid of her..she's dangerous.."

"But she looks so kind.."

"Yeah, she looks so sweet.."

"I want to know her very badly.."

"Rabbit-san...rabbit-san please hear me.."

He could feel his unpleasant feeling coming through and it burns up and he feels like he hates it so much when he sees their eyes roaming over her clothed body..swaying a little when she walks without noticing his husband around.

Irritated, he really reallly wants to warn them that she is his right there, right now. Hide realize that it is interesting to see this sight of him, getting annoyed and jealous when he witnesssing other men adoring, go crazy about his wife, Touka. The urge feeling of wanting to tease his friend is captivating and he can't help himself to internally giggling over him getting pissed.

Entertained, he stated a joke for Ken and whispering to his ear.

"Looks like Touka-chan is also famous among humans, huh..well, that's nice."

"They're acting is too much..they don't need to stare at her.."

His lips drew a cute pout. Eyes narrows, and he frowns.

She's mine. She's mine. Don't you guys dare to stare at her that way.

"Can't blame them. It's true, anyway. She is gorgeous. Probably, the most gorgeous I've ever seen.."

"Hide..stop.."

"Go on, Kaneki. You should go see her."

"...."

She picks up the paper cup and put it on a small plastic table. The office rest room has a small lunch chamber and that's when she wants to have a cup of coffee. The already brewed coffee was placed in a jug and she pours it into her cup. The steamy, puffy heat warms her hand. She takes a sit on a chair, sighing after so many things that had happened within these days.

Ah, I left my cake at the underground. Should have buy it more. Kaneki..I wonder he's happy to see Nagachika. He should though.

Sips the coffee and there she smirks. Alone, in the rest chamber.

"Mine's better."

"Yeah, yours better than everything."

Twitched, she turns around and sees her husband, standing there and wears a smile. He walks to her and later have a sit right beside her. There's still a gap between them. She flashes a broad grin when he snatches her cup from her cup, softly. Taking a sip, then starts looking at her. She also looks into his ethereal grey eyes. Thinking about each other.

Oh, how can he still looks so good even when he just got out from that shitty kagune.

His intense stare makes her shy a little so she averts her eyes from him, bangs falls down enough to cover her pinky blush on her cheeks. She close her lips together and struggles to keep calm. Ken notices her, and he can't himself from smiling even more. Feeling very good when he can done something like this to her. Just by giving her an intense stare with a sweet smile, she's kinda lose her guard a little and slightly nervous. He finds it adorable.

"Don't do that to me with your good look."

"Huh. I'm just looking at you like usual."

She seems to be very bold when it comes to sex but in this kind of sitution, fluffy and romantic seems to make her nervous and shy.

"Adorable."

"H-hah ?"

"You're adorable."

He intentionally repeats it to make her more into a blushing mess.

"Shut up...."

She murmurs slowly. Her soft voice provokes something within him."

"How's it here..Touka-chan.."

"Fine, I guess..there's so many humans here..totally different from the underground.."

"Yeah..the humans."

Suddenly, the thought of the humans males talking about her flows inside his head. It distracts him when he thinks about it. Touka stands up and watches him filled with thought in his mind.

"Hey, you're okay ?"

"Ah, I'm fine..where are you going ?"

"I want to sleep, before the coffee kicks in."

"Tch. Looks like you need to pass by them again."

He mumbled quietly. Touka tilts her head to see him.

"What did you say ?"

"Nothing. I'm coming with you."

The married couple are now heading from there and they had to walk through the office and again, most of the guys lock their eyes to her. Touka didn't notices that she's been stared by them. Unlike Ken, who's getting irritate than ever. He hates the way they link their gazes towards her. His beautiful wife. In order to get rid of it, he approaches her, gets clingy towards her, abruptly that leads to her suprise. He holds a soft grip on the hem of her black sweater.

After that, a man suddenly asked Touka out of the blue.

"Rabbit, what's your name..?" 

He asked her shyly, nervous because it's his first time talking with a ghoul directly. She is suprise by his question. Stutters, she answered him.

"Uh..Kiri-"

"Excuse me ! My wife is kinda busy and tired, I think it's not appropriate to ask her right now."

Her gaze switches to her husband who is standing right behind her, now.

Ah, he just called me his wife.

"Pardon, your wife..?"

"Yes, she's my wife."

To get them for not asking him, again. He drew a malicous grin. A really creepy grin he had ever done. When they see his scary face, their face turns pale. Upon knowing his identity as Haise Sasaki, and also known as Ken Kaneki. They quickly back off when they finally discover that the beautiful ghoul that they talking about is the wife of the man who wreck the whole city. The Dragon.

Yes, now that's more like it.

"S-sorry.."

Satisfied after hearing the apology, he grabs Touka's hand and get out. Make their way to the room she had stayed in for a while. Touka enters first and then comes him behind her, closing the door, locks it. Later, he getting all clingy again as he engulfed her body from behind, keeps her locked within his grasp, resting his chin on her small shoulder, hugging her tightly. Never wants to let her go. Never.

Touka acknowledges his weird behaviour when he encounters the other guy from before. He looks overprotective towards her. It's not like the male humans can hurt her anyway. She feels very relax and the comfy when his overflowing warmth assaults her. She misses it.

"What is with you ?"

"Hm ?"

He lifts his head a little bit so that he can feels her warm cheeks. So soft.

"I see that you don't really like them."

"...."

"Oi.."

"I just want to protect you..that's all.."

"That's not about it..why..?"

"Well..they talked about you when you walk inside the office.."

Touka continues to ask him, throwing him questions as she keeps focusing to his voice. Straight to her ear. Whenever he speaks, his raspy voice echoes throughout her mind that makes her going crazy. His warm breath crashes around her ear that sends shiver to her spine.

"What are they talking about me..?

"Well, they say you're pretty, you're beautiful, you're hot..."

"So, you don't like them because they say I'm beautiful ?"

"No, that's not it..yes, they're right but they shouldn't stare off you like that.."

"Why not ? It's normal thing to stare at something that is good looking.."

Ken grunts behind her, grips her tighter, increasing the friction between them. He could feels her hips, feels so good when it comes to hug her. He is desperate to feel her even more. The jealousy strikes him too much that he feels like he wants to mark her as his own.

"But, I don't like it."

"Why..?"

"You're my wife and no one can stare at you like that except me."

Touka can't help but to bursts out afrom loud laugh. Confuse Ken loosen his embrace to make her body facing him, switching her over. He holds both of her shoulder and right now they're looking at each other. She have to look up to meet his face because of their extreme height difference. He looks so tall and her eyes land on his lips. Attractive and soft lips and his face is serious this time. 

"You're jealous.."

"..."

"Am I ?"

"Yes, you dummy.."

She pinches both of his cheeks and he lets out a yelp. 

"Ow, ow..Touka-chan, stop.."

She chuckled, showing her perfect white teeth and her eyes are almost close..and her giggles are too much to handle. She is too adorable. No wonder why most of the men are attracted to her. She is heavenly and sweet. Ken felt so lucky to witness her like this. If he could, he wants to see her like this everyday. 

Ahh, I can't take this anymore. I just can't. She's like an angel.

Her chuckle stops when he interrupts her, kissing her softly. She is in awestruck. Like an electrical waves hit her. His lips catches her bottom lips and that makes her mewls. Wanting to hear her voice more, he sucks her bottom lips.

Her lips are so sweet. Makes me hungry.

Moans coming out from her, muffles against his mouth. He takes in her upper lips and hands grab her round ass. Squeezing it, he licks her lips and she kisses him back. Earning his moan that drives her crazy.

The bed is shaking when their body crashes onto it. Ken is on top, wrapping his arms around her thighs, kisses it and she moans his name.

"Ahhh...Kaneki..."

Her wanton and seductive cry makes him can't even control his lust. His desires. His needs. All of that are because of her. He pulls her short and tosses it aside. Then, he removes her tight leggings, exposing her sexy long legs. He unbottons her shirt and finally she is shirtless.

The fabric from her black lacy bra and underwear is the only garment that covers her from his corrupted eyesight.

He roams her breast, buries his face in the valley of her large breast. Inhaling her nice scent, he sucked her beauty mark and makes cries out a moan.

"Aahhh. "

"Touka-chan, I want to eat you.."

"Have your delicious meal, my King."

#My writing #tg:re #touken #kaneki x touka #nsfw-ish #kaneki ken #Touka Kirishima #nagachikahideyoshi #kanetou #Shortfics

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“Titus likes you...too much” - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

I know I said I wouldn’t write anything until Friday or Saturday, but I just realized this story was done and for some reason I didn’t post it so why not post it now right ? So here we go. Specially written for @loverandomness2. Some fluffy love for the youngest Wayne boy. I’m sorry if you didn’t want an older!Damian and if that’s not what you wanted at all but...yeah, hope you’ll like it : 

PS : there’s a little surprise for @epickimmie somewhere in this fic. Hope it is ok that I did this. PPS : Also, this story kinda became some sort of sequel to another story I wrote with Damian, which is here : The First time is serious business. 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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It was early in the morning when Damian finally came home. Came back to you. 

It had been a few years since his father retired and Damian inherited the Batman’s cowl. Most nights, he was out fighting crimes in Gotham, though, since his dad’s younger years, G-city was way safer, and it often happened that Damian came home early, or sometimes, didn’t go out at all (besides, he still had the help of his brothers, and they took turn to watch over the city...so really, you often had times with him, even if he was also quite busy during the day, as he became Wayne Inc’s CEO as well). It didn’t mean that there wasn’t any work ever though, like tonight, a new guy who called himself the “Joker’s son” was menacing the streets, and Damian was exhausted as he finally came home...But really, more often than not, the city was now calm. 

Bruce was beyond happy about that, as he sacrificed his own life so others wouldn't have to. Sometimes, when you went over to Wayne’s Manor (you and Damian moved in a penthouse in the heart of Gotham quite a while ago), you felt a bit sad for your father-in-law...But nowadays, seeing his sons happy sufficed to make him happier than ever since his parents’ death. 

None of his children still lived in the Manor, but, now that they were all grown up and understood some of the difficult choices he had to take (it took Jason a little more than his brothers to get it), they all “forgave” him for any mistakes he might have done while trying the best he could to raise them, and often visited him and Alfred. 

Besides, since a little while, a certain Selina Kyle finally decided to move in with him so, Damian’s father wasn’t lonely, and that was great. He could finally live his life, after all those years, after sacrificing his youth and health...Finally, he was at peace (or almost, as sometimes, he couldn’t stay away from the bat-computer and such).  

As Damian came in your bedroom, shoulders hunched with fatigue, rubbing his face softly, you couldn’t help but be happy at the mere sight of him. You guys all came such a long way since you first met him...You were barely ten years old when you first encountered the youngest boy in the Wayne family, and so much had changed since those times. 

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Jason had a small flat on Gotham’s dock. He loved the ocean and its sound, and refused any bigger place his father offered to buy him. He was still Red Hood at night, but wasn’t as violent as he used to. He didn’t kill anymore. Especially since he found a girl that looked his opposite, and tamed him down (referencing this fic here : Cutie and the Beast). Hell, they even had healthy triplets. TRIPLETS ! Two boys and a girl. Quite a busy life, as those kids were a handful...You adored them. Cute little nephews and niece. 

Dick moved to Bludhaven ages ago too, got married to a certain Lydia, the famous Superman’s daughter (though most people knew him just as retired journalist Clark Kent) (this is referencing a story by @soepicsokim, go check it out :-)), and was his same goofy and happy self. Especially when he was around his wife really. He often visited you guys to your apartment, and even though Damian was now a grown ass man, he still treated him like a child. 

Tim was living in a house in Gotham’s suburb, and was still the same old nerd he always been. Except now, he shared his life with a nerdy wife, and one nerdy little girl of his own. Last time you saw him, they were building a rocket in their garden...Of course they would.

Finally, Damian, your Damian, was living with you in a beautiful apartment in Gotham Central, and after years of being lost, sad, lonely and angry, he finally found balance by your side. You were his rock, his anchor to reality, and to everything that was good in life. You helped him with your love, and he thanked god, or whoever was out there, everyday for putting you on his way, years ago. You were a student in his middle school, and the only one that didn’t judge him and such, and even talked back to him when he was being an ass. A damn smart (and quite stubborn) girl too. Of course he could only fall for you. 

You’d been together for a long time before he finally popped the question, giving you his grandmother’s magnificent wedding ring he got from his father. You got married three years ago, a small and intimate reception with only close friends and family (his best friend, Jon Kent, also Dick’s wife little brother, made a tear jerking speech...not because it was emotional, but because it was very funny and awkward, so everyone just laughed so much they cried). It made every newspaper big title, “The last golden boy of Gotham, the only Wayne boy who wasn’t hitched...got hitched. And with a nobody !” Oh you hated the press. 

Damian was so mad some newspaper disrespected you he bought them and made them apologize for six months straight...It was cute at first, but after the hundredth daily newspaper stating : “(Y/N) Wayne is the sweetest woman in Gotham”, you got a bit tired and embarrassed of it. Once Damian realized it, he made them stop, and of course, since then, no news from Gotham city (or elsewhere in fact) dared to even speak slightly ill of you. 

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 Every night, you’d wait for him to come home back to you, worrying when he’d come through only in the earliest hours of the day. 

When it was the case, it meant he had a rough night. Like today. 

He didn’t seem injured, but definitely drained and weary. But when he entered your shared bedroom where he found you, still awake, watching TV, a bright smile on your face as he came in, his features relaxed, and he lost ten years when he smiled back at you, of a genuine and happy smile full of sappy love. 

He undressed down to his boxers, and approached your bed...Only to stop in front of it, frowning quite like his father used to, and with a little “Tt” while he was looking at a massive form next to you, he says :

-...I think Titus really likes you. 

You smile at him and look at his huge dog besides you, that you guys were finally able to bring back from the Manor to your apartment. With a mischievous smirk, you say :  

-Oh ? What makes you think that ? 

-Oh I don’t know. Maybe the fact that this damn dog takes up more of the bed than I do ! 

-Hey, babe, it’s your dog. Besides, you’re not even in bed yet. 

-Because he takes most of it, he’s even taking my place in your arms...

-He’s protecting the baby. 

Damian cannot help the smiles that creeps on his face, as he tries to get into bed (difficult task with Titus in it already). The baby. His baby. Your baby. 

His heart beats wildly just at the memories of when he found out you were with child. He almost fainted of joy. 

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You waited the perfect moment. A family dinner at the Manor. The room was full of laughter, stupid jokes, and giggles from your nephews and nieces. Everyone was just talking about anything and everything. It was a joyful moment. When you just blurted out : “I’m pregnant”, quickly followed by a “The family’s gonna have one more little one soon”, and the room went silent. 

Bruce was the first to react, laughing like a mad man at the news, unable to hold his happiness about the prospect to be a grandfather again (he was an even better grandfather than a father). Selina quickly followed and congratulated you. Dick lost his shit and jumped up and down in the entire dining room, until Lydia got a hold of him and soothed him back to a slightly less excited him. Jason chuckled and, looking at his own kids, rubbed his little brother’s shoulders tenderly. Tim, his daughter asleep in his arms, smiled widely and said something about hoping he or she would be a genius like you and Damian, because he wished he could teach his nephews and nieces something, and Jason’s triplets were just too...full of life to concentrate on anything. 

The glare Jason gave Tim made everyone laugh, and the attention went back to you and Damian. To you and a very pale Damian. You were afraid he didn’t want this child with you until...He raised to his feet, and went to you, pulling you up in one of the best hug you ever received in your life. His warm embrace was everything you needed. 

Under his family’s applause, you truly became the happiest woman in the World. And he never felt such joy in his life. A child. Your child. 

-Our child...

He whispered in your ear, tightening his grip on you. 

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-Grrrrrr. 

Damian instinctually takes a step away from you and “his” dog, as Titus grunts at him. Visibly, “his” dog allegiance shifted to his unborn child, as the hound refuses to let your husband come close from you and your swollen belly. 

-He’s groaning at me ! He’s taking most of my own damn bed, and he dares to groan at me ! He never groaned at me before ! 

You can’t hold the little giggle that escapes your lips in front of your Damian’s pouty and stunned face, which makes him even broodier. You push Titus a bit on the side (he doesn’t resist, after all, right now, his sole purpose is to protect you and the baby from anyone...which includes his own master) and reach for the love of your life. 

-You trained him too well honey, he’s really shielding me and our baby from any danger ! 

-I’m not a danger, I’m your husband !

-But how does he know you’re not a threat ?

-I never even did anything that could make him think that ! 

-Hey, don’t yell at me babe, he’s gonna take it the wrong way ! 

Damian narrows his eyes at you and his traitor of a dog, but soon realizes you’re only mocking him, and he chuckles lowly. 

-Damn woman, you’re driving me crazy. Quite literally. 

-Even after all those years ? Yay, go me ! 

He chuckles some more, and it’s such a sweet sound that you wished you could freeze time and hear his soft laugh forever. You love when he feels so comfortable with you, that he lets go of his stoic self to allow himself to smile and laugh. Only you, have that effect on him (and sometimes Dick too, because that man was just so damn silly). 

-My problem still isn’t solved though. 

-What problem ? 

-(Y/N), there’s a dog where I’m suppose to sleep, I’m really, REALLY tired, and he groans at me whenever I approach you. I’d say it’s a problem. 

-Oh right. Yeah. Just a second. 

You lock your gaze on Titus, and the dog instantly stares at you. You turn your head toward the end of the bed, and the animal respond with a whiney noise. You insist, and with a small exasperated growl (yes, dogs can make exasperated noises !), he rises on his feet, looks at his own master suspiciously, and goes to lay down at the bottom of the bed. Said bed is so big, that he can sleep there without bothering you or your giant ass husband. 

Damian looks at you, a bit confused, and says : 

-...Did you just...Did you just talk to our dogs with your eyes ? 

You shake your head positively. Of course you did. You always had a special connection with animals, and Titus was a good boy. 

Damian looks at you, then at “his” dog, then back at you, and sighs. He almost miss the days when his dog was a puppy and did everything he told him to do...but in those days, you weren’t in his life, so he couldn’t really ever regret them. There was no living without you, no Damian without (Y/N). 

Making sure Titus won’t do anything, he slowly crawl into bed, and carefully comes closer to you, until you rest at his side. He’s still a bit uneasy at the way his dog follows him with his eyes though. Ready to intervene if there’s any problem (it kinda reassures him though, that his dog is that protective of you and your unborn baby, because it means he can leave you sometimes and know you’ll be ok). 

A loving hand on your stomach, his free arm behind your head, you snuggle against him, nuzzling his neck, and he lets out a content sigh. He’s finally home. He has you in his arms. He can even feel his future son kicking. 

Everything is perfect. 

You raise on your elbow and bend over his body, smiling sweetly at him. He, of course, returns your smile, and raises his head to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 

-Did I say I love you today ? 

-I don’t think so, no.

-Well, I love you (Y/N). 

-It’s funny. 

-Why ?

-Cause I love you too. Always have, probably always will. 

-Probably ?

-Well, you never know...

You tease him, he knows it. And he loves it. With his trademark “batsmirk”, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down on him, giving you an extremely cute esquimo kiss (he sure was glad that none of his brothers or friends were around, they would totally make fun of him for being so cheesy). 

-I hope you’ll always love me. It would kill me to loose you...

-So dramatic. 

-And yet I speak the truth. I cannot live without you (Y/N). 

Your heart skip a beat. Why did he have to be so charming and attractive ? He stares back at you with his beautiful green eyes, and you can’t help but plant loving kisses on his soft and sweet skin you love so much. You have a quick thought about how much he looks like his father, except for the eyes and darker skin, and you smile because if he ages like his dad...Well damn. 

-I love you Dami. So much.

-I love you too (Y/N), so much it hurts. Don’t ever leave, please. 

-I don’t make that promise unless you do the same. 

-I don’t intend on ever leaving you. Or our future child. 

-Well good, because I’m not going anywhere. 

-Good. 

-Good. 

He raises on his elbow, and as you plop down on the bed, he straddles you, as he knows you love how his body shields you. His hands are on each side of your face, deft fingers putting a strand of wild (H/C) hair behind your ear, and caressing your cheek with their tip. His legs are on each side of you. You’re trapped in his embrace. And you love it. He’s about to bend down and kiss you when...

-OUCH !! WHAT THE HELL TITUS ?! HE BIT ME ! TITUS JUST FUCKING BIT ME !?

The sound of your laughter at the overprotectiveness of “your” dog toward your unborn child resonate through the entire apartment. 

FIN. 

Hope you liked it. I’m a bit afraid it’s not what you wanted, @loverandomness2.

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[sexxmacfarlane-blog]

Hungry Eyes, Starving Heart

A Seth MacFarlane Fan Fiction

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hey everyone! I decided to make a fan account because my personal was not meant for writing. Its just random posts that I reblog. I honestly had no idea Seth had this many fans on tumblr. I used to write Teen Wolf fan fiction about a year ago so I’m a bit rusty but please leave feedback and if you want more chapters. Right now its PG but smut is to come in later!

What do most students do their senior year of high school? Party and have fun. They stay busy planning their prom dates, saving for senior trip and enjoying their last year as a child. But me? I am busy trying to make sure I get into my dream college, University of California-San Diego. I want to major in biology and spend my life studying various diseases then ultimately finding a cure for them. In order to achieve this sort of feat I am literally pushing myself to limit. Obtaining every possible credit I can get my hands on and perfecting my only extra curricular activity, choir. I am up to my eyeballs in things I have to get completed and if it weren’t for my best friend I wouldn’t know what to do.

“Top of the morning love!” Nora’s voice chimed into my ear. I shook my head out of my day dream.

“Morning you. Did you bring me one of those?” I asked while eyeing the large coffee she had in her hand.

“This one is yours, I already downed mine. Wow you look like shit El. What’s wrong?” She sounded like a total mom.

“Thanks and I appreciate the compliment too. I didn’t sleep much last night. Was up late finishing my summer projects. I had so much I couldn’t finish everything in time. My dad made me go on vacation for 2 weeks and that took up a lot of valuable time.” I finished with a shrug.

“Elise you have always been the smartest girl in school. Your grades are fine. Why so much worry? Its our senior year! Let’s relax before we both go off to big bad college.” Nora said sweetly. She honestly means well but simply doesn’t understand.

“Nora you know I have to get into San Diego. Its my dream. I have to earn my keep, I just can’t waltz in! Now please quiz me.”

I handed her a deck of flash cards for English and had her quiz me on the definitions. She showed me each word and I stated the definitions with ease. We were almost done with the deck when something, or someone I should say caught my eye. Entering the cafeteria was a man I had never seen before. He carried a brief case and was wearing a teacher I.D. badge. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him as he went through the line and grabbed a quick meal. He thanked the cafeteria clerk with a bright warm smile. My lips automatically twitched into barely noticeable a grin. He was contagious.

“Earth to Elise, hello? You mean to tell me you can’t tell me the definition of personification after acing the college level vocabulary in the first half of the deck?” I could hear Nora but I wasn’t able to speak. The mysterious man had me completely entranced. Finally she noticed what I was staring at.

“Oh okay, I bet that’s the new English teacher, you know Mrs. Holloway is on maternity leave for the rest of the year right?” Nora asked.

“Yeah he must be, I have never seen that man before in my life. Wow I had no idea she wouldn’t be coming back?” I replied.

“Oh yeah she said 6 weeks wasn’t long enough and she wasn’t ready to leave her baby just yet. I doubt she will ever come back! So I guess you did most of this summer work for nothing.” Her tone was playful now, she found this funny.

“Well hopefully he will pick up where she left off. I want to stay above the game regardless. Was it just me or was he kinda cute ?” I asked. Nora snorted and almost choked on her spit.

“What? That old guy? He’s was like what 40? No way El. What’s wrong with you? He is old enough to be our dad for christ’s sake!” My face instantly turned red. Yeah she’s right I thought to myself, too old and I was crazy for thinking he was cute. Get a grip Elise.

“Never mind I mean from a distance he looked cute.” Nora nodded and just like that brushed the whole situation off. She was too busy scrolling through her phone to continue caring. I nibbled at the rest of my breakfast while reading a book. After what felt like an eternity the bell rang out to dismiss us to 1st period. I had AP physics and had no idea who my classmates were going to be. Nora was my only real friend and no offense she didn’t care about school as much as I did. And all of my classes were AP besides choir of course which was the only class I had with her. The first 4 classes went by slowly. They were spent handing out books and going over the syllabus. I was starving by the time lunch came around. Unfortunately Nora and I didn’t share the same lunch period either so here I was stuck defending for myself while trying to find a seat. The indoor cafeteria was absolutely full, the tables outside were also. I wandered the grounds until I found an empty picnic table by a tree. It was vacant thanks to its distance from the school. I didn’t mind though, I always left lunch early anyways to ensure I wouldn’t be tardy. I sat down with my tray and continued reading in my book since I was alone. I popped earbuds in to better concentrate on the words in front of me. Mindlessly munching down on a cheese burger I was startled by a tray dropping on the table. I quickly jumped up while yanking my headphones out.  

“Oh my apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just looking for a spot to eat, apparently this is the most crowded lunch period and  I noticed you had this whole table to yourself. Mind if I join you?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the new teacher that I spotted from this morning. He was even more breath taking up close. His dark brown eyes that resembled coal earlier were now like honey in the sunlight, his smile was beautiful thanks to his spotless white teeth. His jet black hair was styled very casual in a sort of messy quiff. I noted then he was very tall too, especially compared to my short stature. I must have looked like an ant through his eyes. I struggled to find my words but eventually did.

“Oh of course pl…please sit. I was just really into my book and didn’t see you. No one ever bothers me when they see I have headphones in.”  I replied with a small smile.

“Thank you miss. I’m new here so I’m not too keen with all the rules. I’m Mr. MacFarlane by the way. You are?” He said while extending his hand out. I softly grabbed it as he shook softly.

“I’m Elise Goodman. You are the new English teacher correct?” I said curiously. I tried not to sound nervous. He was so gorgeous that it was becoming intimidating.

“Pleasure meeting you Ms. Goodman. And yes I’m Mrs. Holloways replacement. I must say I’m pretty nervous. I have been subbing at the college for quite sometime. High schoolers? That’s a whole new world.” His voice was beyond beautiful, it was deep and elegant. He sounded like someone who should talk on the radio or voice the previews in movie theaters. I was hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. He spoke about moving here from a neighboring town, he said most of the teachers here weren’t very welcoming. He claims because of his previous position but I think it’s because of his physical appearance. He looked like a model in comparison to the rest of the staff. Most of the teachers here were either old or super nerdy. His profession didn’t fit his appearance at all.

“Richard Dawkins? Really?” He asked while pointing down to my book.

“Uh yeah I am kind of a biology freak. Mr. Dawkins is my hero.” I said with a blush. He noticed and smiled at me.

“Why are you embarrassed? That is something to be proud of. You seek education. Do you know how rare that is these days?” He sounded like an angel speaking to me. Once again my cheeks told on me.

“Well I…I’m a dork. That’s not something to be proud of. I am literally teased for being myself which just so happens to be a huge nerd. I love science more than most 18 year old girls.” He laughed  at my reply. I felt hurt, that wasn’t meant to be funny at all it was the truth.

“You shouldn’t care what your peers think. In 10 years you will be successful and they will be assistant managers in a super market down town. You will go places while they are stuck with minimum wage.” Wow he was blunt. Not really in a rude way but in a literal manner. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and I envied that. I was always too scared to say anything in fear of making someone mad.

“I have never really thought of it that way before?” I bit my lip and looked down at my watch. I gasped and gathered my things up.

“I am so sorry but I have to leave now, I can’t be late for 5th period. I’m always early for class and this one is on the other side of the building. It was great talking with you Professor MacFarlane! Thank you for sitting with me.” I pushed my glasses up onto my nose and threw my bag over my shoulder. I dropped my book on the ground and quickly bent over to pick it up when I realized my skirt had climbed further up my waist. Damn uniforms were always messing up. I grabbed the book up quickly and threw it into my bag. I shimmed my skirt down hoping he hadn’t seen my underwear and half my ass. He cleared his throat loudly, I spotted a grin and I knew at that moment he had seen everything. How embarrassing! Great, I flashed the hot new English teacher after just meeting him. My face was now the color of a ripe tomato. I wanted to turn around and apologize but I couldn’t face him after that. I scurried away and bolted through the side door. Nora just so happened to be at her locker as I ran to her she laughed seeing me in my current state.

“Elise what the hell are you running from? The first bell hasn’t even rang yet.” She asked while I tried to catch my breath.

“Okay so the new English teacher his name is Mr. MacFarlane by the way, he joined me for lunch outside. And uh well I accidentally flashed him my whole ass! I bent over to pick up my book that fell and my skirt had slid up over my hips and bam. It was just on display. I could have died Nora! I was so embarrassed! He was way cool and now I ruined it.” Her eyes grew wide then she burst out into laughter.

“Only you El, only you. I swear that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now every time he sees you in class he is going to think about your ass! Wait you had underwear on right? Or was it a thong?”  She asked in a serious tone.

“Fuck Nora I have regular underwear on! Thongs are very uncomfortable.” She rolled her eyes at my response.

“No they’re not, virgins don’t wear thongs. I forgot you have yet to be deflowered my little friend.” She patted my shoulder.

“Oh hush. I just haven’t found a guy I’m attracted to in that way yet.” I grumbled while digging around in my locker.

“I think you have. You’re hot for teacher aren’t you! No need to confess, I know you are, after your little statement this morning. You want the English teacher! God that’s so gross. He is ancient Elise. I mean at least settle for a college guy.” Nora went on ragging me into the next century.

“I am not hot for teacher! I mean he is insanely attractive, nice, intelligent and…fuck it. I am. Kill me now Nora!” I admitted defeat.

 Nora and I parted ways, I had 2 more classes before AP English. It was my last class of the day and I am not going to be able to look Mr. Macfarlane in the face. The next 2 periods went by too fast for my liking. I was biting my nails in AP European History just knowing when the bell chimed I would have to enter his classroom. I gathered my books for 7th period and made my way inside. Of course I was early, but thankfully he wasn’t in the room yet. I took a seat in the back of the class near the window. Within minutes the room started filling up. I watched the door anticipating him to be next. Then finally he stepped in. He had an large coffee in hand and a stack of papers.  

“Afternoon everyone. My name is Mr. Macfarlane. I am the new English teacher. I was working at the college but took this exciting new offer. High school is a whole new ball park but I look forward to this opportunity. Especially the fact that this is an AP class so that means you all actually give a shit. Pardon my French but I am simply being truthful.” We all laughed as his comment. We knew exactly what he meant. He passed out the syllabus and went over it. He was picking up where right around where Mrs. Holloway left off and I was relieved. He told us the summer projects needed to be left on his desk at the end of the week. Thankfully he was easy on us since it was the first day and we spent the rest of the class talking amongst ourselves. I didn’t really like anyone else in this class so I went straight to reading. I was alone in the back corner and that’s how I liked it. Everyone else chattered in groups and my ears picked up on a nearby conversation. It was Laura Compton and her friends. They were the class bitches. No one liked them but every guy wanted to sleep with them. And they were known for getting around town. Okay now I sound like a 70 year old man. To put it bluntly they were just a bunch of whores. Laura was going on about how hot Mr. Macfarlane was. So I wasn’t the only one…Nora just has bad taste. Anyways the way they were talking about him was making my blood boil. Like he was an animal up on the auctioning block. They were only interested in a fuck. I actually wanted to get to know him better, he was so sweet and interesting. I ground my teeth at their words. I couldn’t focus on my book anymore. I looked up at the clock and it was almost time for the dismissal bell. When I looked up Mr. Macfarlane’s eyes were glued to me. I quickly looked back down. Then he stood up and made an announcement.

“I need to see Elise Goodman after class.” Hearing him say my name made my heart skip a beat. Laura and her clique casted their glares at me. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin. Minutes then passed like seconds and the bell rang out. I stayed seated while everyone else filed out of the room. I couldn’t help but squirm when I heard his footsteps. I looked up to see him smiling as he sat on top of the desk in front of me.

“Look about earlier, I’m so sorry. I am beyond embarrassed and ashamed. I swear it wasn’t intentional sir. I’m not like that at all!” I spat out before he had a chance to even say anything.  He chuckled at my distressed state.

“Elise please, you don’t have to apologize. Accidents happen. I know you aren’t “like that” And I’m not mad at you, far from it actually.” He said with a sweet smile.

“Really? I was worried all day about the whole situation. These old skirts are not easy to work with sometimes. And I didn’t want to make a bad first impression. “ I replied quickly stammering on before realizing the last part of his reply. He said he wasn’t mad, far from it…was he hinting to something else? He had liked what he had seen?  No way I’m overthinking it. I was now silent. I looked up to see him grinning. My face flushed bright red. That is when I felt something between us. Almost like a magnetic force. With every fiber of my being I wanted to jump at him and just kiss those perfect lips. How I kept myself restrained I’ll never know. That’s when I could feel my underwear soaking by the second. Never before in my life had I felt this way towards someone. Of course I’ve have had crushes before but that was the extent of it. I never pictured myself pouncing one of them. If I were being honest, I wanted to do more than just kiss the man in front of me. I remained silent though, I was afraid to speak.

“I look forward to reading your summer projects. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they interpret classic works of literature. The way a book speaks to a person is a reflection of their mind and some say even their soul.” He spoke like a true poet.

“I couldn’t agree more sir.” I replied in almost a whisper. I was completely drawn to this man whom I just met. Could he possibly feel the same way? No….stop it Elise.

“See you tomorrow Ms. Goodman.” He said while gathering my books up for me. He held them while I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder.

“Uhm thank you, see you tomorrow Professor Macfarlane.” I walked out of the room holding my breath. I skipped to my locker to put my books away. The hallways were almost empty. Aside from Nora who stood by our lockers with her arms folded.

“What took you so long El? I’ve been waiting on you forever!” She said in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry I had to stay after class. Mr. Macfarlane needed to ask me something about the summer project. I hope he goes easy on the grading.” I tried to act casual.

“Oh. Well I bet you liked that. One on one time with your crush.” She winked at me. I had to be inconspicuous about this. I didn’t want to start anything that could cause trouble.

“It was okay. I mean he’s cute but you’re right. Definitely too old. I do need to get out in the dating game, we just have slim pickings in our class though so it won’t be easy.” Nora slammed her locker and stared at me.

“Are you serious? Little miss book worm is wanting to try dating?” Oh no Nora was going to take this too far.

“Well not exactly. But if a guy asked me on a date I wouldn’t be so quick to say no. I mean it is about time I gave in.” She was literally jumping up and down. I could already tell she was going to make this a big deal.

“Say no more! If I find you a date you have to go on it okay?” She asked while tugging on my arm.

“I guess. I mean it depends on who it is. I have high standards you know!” She nodded and squealed. We left the building and made our way to the parking lot, Nora always had her brother pick her up after school, he went to college on the other side of town and I walked home. I only lived a few minutes from the school and I enjoyed the scenery.

“Want a ride El?” Nora’s brother Jake asked. I politely declined. I had to work this afternoon at the local book store. It was on down in town which was a 10 minute walk past my house. I didn’t want to make them go out of the way. The siblings pulled out of the lot and I began my journey towards the book store.

#seth macfarlane #seth macfarlane fanfiction #seth macfarlane imagine #seth macfarlane smut

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Mildly edited RP (because some dialogue are with other people and context would be needed) at the fall ball with Quill on disc.cord. Basically, Swap and the other hosts fake their deaths at the party and Yumi didn’t take it very well… among other things that happened. ((This is only part 1 because Tumblr has a 100 paragraphs limit, apparently.))

Yumi glared at Swap, even though she was very clearly angry, tears almost instantly started flowing out of eyes. She started walking towards him, quickly, running. I’m her head, she was going for a slap, but she was so angry that she made a fist-

Wait- YuMI NO YOUKNOWKARATE! YOU'REGOINGTO-

JBAF!

A second before the plushies hit him, Yumi did. Directly in the face. There might have been a very slight crack sound. It’s a wonder he didn’t get knocked out. He had no idea she could pack such a punch. A literal punch. He didn’t have time to think on it as a second later he was pelted by plushies and pillows, being buried alive. A soft demise.

Yumi almost regretted what she did, but anger was still present. But she didn’t actually want him to die for real this time. She grabbed whatever she could under the pillows who were suffocating him and lift him back up. She was still mad and crying, get ready for a scolding.

“S-Swap, what the fuck!? WHY would you do something like that!? Do you know… hic… how much I WAS FUCKING UPSET!?”

Luckily he couldn’t actually suffocate but it was pretty claustrophobic. He was kinda dizzy from that punch and clung to Yumi when she grabbed him. He managed to focus on her and felt so much guilt. “i-i meant to t-tell you!” He clung tighter. “i-i’m s-so sorry! i-i couldn’t f-find the time a-and i had a plan b-but it might spoil things a-and we worked so hard a-and- h-holy SHIT you punch hard.” His eyelights were shifting a bit in size and slipping out of focus from how dazed he was. He shook his head hoping to make the ringing sound stop.

She could not see him, too many tears, if she did she would be waited for later to scold him.

“That doesn’t matter! And you could’ve told me BEFORE! YOU KNEW I was coming! But that doesn’t mean you can still make believe people ACTUALLY FUCKING DIED!!”

“And I’m not just upset at you I’m upset at ALL the hosts! Doing something like that is- IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”

She was done now, clinging at Swap. Wait, nevermind she had one more thing to say. But, she kissed him where his lips would be, first.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again… okay?”

He sunk into himself more and more at her words. He was about to speak when he was surprised by a kiss. His whole face turning blue. He blinked in surprise, his eyelights were focused now and heart shaped. He nodded. Shouldn’t he worry about the room filling with plushies and pillows? He was too focused on Yumi to care.

Yumi had calmed down, all that yelling and crying had made her exhausted, not to mention she felt a little hot on her face, for blushing.

“I-I’m sorry for yelling so much… I just… just don’t do that again.”

“A-Are you okay, though? I punched you way harder than I wanted to… s-sorry.”

He had a very small crack on the side of his face. Nothing too bad though. “i-i’m fine. y-you’re really r-really strong!” He sighed in a lovestuck way. Seemed he was still a bit out of it.

It may not have been a bad wound but she knows how hard she punched and he doesn’t seem too much in reality right now. The crack and that worried her.

“Don’t be stubborn Swap. I’m not amazing at healing but you should get patched up and check if you don’t have a concussion.”

Although, she questioned if that was even possible, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room a little.

“Can you walk?”

He stumbled a bit but could stand fine. Probably walk. He just kept staring at her with shifting heart eyelights. Even he didn’t know if he could get a concussion. But he sure was dazed. “i-i’m fine. l-little dizzy”

“O-okay.”

She finally arrived at the office. She was worried Swap might’ve fallen while they were walking there.

“Sit down while I get some stuff. Do you know where bandages are?”

Swap stumbled in holding his head. Great. Headache. He managed to flop into a seat. “n-no? i…don’t remember. top drawer?” Yeah he was very dizzy. He pressed his hand to the spot that stung the most and tried to focus enough to use healing magic. It only sparked a bit, slightly lessening it for a split second. He groaned in annoyance. A small illusion on his right hand vanished when he tried to heal his face. It was just a small one making his hand look whole. Without it a hole in his palm was visible. Looked like an old wound though. And strangely clean cut. It would be easily hidden below the gloves he normally wore.

She did see it, his hand. It was similar, no… exactly the same as G’s. She wondered how it happened, to him. However she wasn’t too worried about it. Maybe she’ll ask later, for now there are more pressing issues.

“Hey, don’t! I can do it myself. You already look like you’re in pain. I’ll get the bandages, please be patient.”

She sounded more like a mother than his girlfriend right now. But she did found the health kit and took small-ish bandages to cover his wound and heal him as best she could.

“H-hey, I’m gonna try something, o-okay?”

She knew that her magic was a atunned to her emotions, so why not test it out. She kissed him without warning and hovered her hand over his wound.

Huh, her healing was a little faster but, God, why was it still so slow!? It’s just a small crack dammit. She is also unsure and too embarrassed to kiss him again.

He pouted a bit at having to wait. He hated waiting. At least it was sweet she was fussing so much. He loved seeing her care. It made the small voice that told him otherwise shut up for a while. Gosh he loved her. He again was surprised by a kiss. Dangit! Totally flustered again. She always got him while his guard was down. He decided to get a little revenge. He cupped her face and pulled her into another kiss, backing up after a second and smirking in a dazed fashion. He felt so proud of himself.

She basically fell because of how sudden and really an off position to be in to be suddenly kissed by your s/o. However, she didn’t stumble too much, grabbing the back of the chair for stability.

She was even more flustered, yes, but she wanted to kiss him again. She did, a longer one, this time, clumsily keeping herself from falling.

Her heart was beating a lot, she felt like their magic was giving small harmless electric surges to each other. She was blushing a little purple, like the first time they kissed. They should probably stop before some embarrassing stuff happens. She pulled away, clearing her throat.

“U-Um… I should probably continue healing you.”

And flustered again. He leaned into the kiss a bit. A few sparks popping. It ended so soon. He felt so light that he almost didn’t even feel the crack. He wanted to hug her and never let go. Be close and listen to her heartbeat. Hold her hand. He was soooooo smitten. He nodded a bit and giggled like a child who just got a treat. Heart eyelights sparkling. He was still dizzy but that didn’t bother him at the moment. He could only think about how pretty she was.

She placed her hand over his wound again and quickly finished healing him. It left a small scar but it was way quicker to heal him than before, probably because of the kiss she gave him. It did make her feel like her magic was sparking a lot more.

After putting a small bandage on his mostly healed crack she backed away a little and yawned.

“W-Well I’m all done. Do you feel better?”

His head cleared more when it was patched up. He pain had gone away but a headache remained. Which was annoying him. “y-yeah.” He was a little worried about the world spinning. Normally it calmed down by now. Oh wait- He pressed his hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath before a big spark of magic popped which made his eyelights vanish. It took a good thirty seconds for them to show up again but it evened out the dizziness. Something must have gotten set off with his magic levels. It was surprisingly easy to do. He squinted. Oh great. He forgot it made things more blurry for a time. He could hardly see like this. “m-much better! fixed the dizziness too. just…uh….” He looked embarrassed. “d-don’t laugh okay?” And with that he got a pair of glasses out of his inventory. They were large and round and when put on with tape they took up quite a bit of his face. At least he could see with them. Worth it to be able to see her. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever worn them around her before or just told her about them. But he still felt embarrassed for how nerdy they made him look.

“Why would I-?”

Oh my god, those glasses looked so big on him. He looked like a huge nerd, a cute nerd. Holy shit, she couldn’t help but shyly smile. She couldn’t help but say it ou y loud either.

“You look so cute. Why would I laugh?”

He wrung his hands sheepishly. “b-because i look l-like a dork…a-and not as cool as i normally do…?” Girls liked cool guys right?…She seemed to like this too though. Maybe she just liked him. Aaaaand there was that light happy feeling again.

She giggled.

“You are a dork, Swap.”

“You dont need to look cool for me. I like you because you’re you, a huge dork.”

She chuckled shyly. What is she even saying? Stop talking, Yumi, you’re embarrassing yourself.

He beamed brightly. She liked him for him? Well of course she did! Duh what was he even thinking? Worrying about that stuff. He was still a little embarrassed but it was okay. He hopped up and hugged her tightly. “you’re the best!” He paused and put a hand over where the crack had been. “a-and you can really pack a punch.” His eyelights turned into little stars and he looked up at her. “you’re cute and badass!” The best combination. He’d be sure not to get on her bad side.

She jolted a little by the sudden hug, but she did hug him back, giving him a warm smile. However, it turned into a much more embarrassed expression, as he continued complimenting her.

“U-Um… t-thanks.”

“B-But, sorry about that… a-again… I should’ve hold off, since I know karate and all…”

He seemed far too excited about getting punched. “it was super cool! i didn’t see it coming! probably deserved it honestly.” He just seemed to get more excited. “you know karate?! oh my gosh! that’s amazing!” He stood up straighter. “i’m actually pretty tough myself! training for the royal guard and all. so you don’t have to worry!”

Despite still feeling bad for punching him so hard, she couldn’t help but blush even more. He was complimenting her way more than she thought she deserved.

“T-Thanks… and I’ve heard of them, in my world but… I think they disbanded. Or… maybe they serve for something else?”

“But, it’s pretty cool that you’re training in it. S-Still… I shouldn’t have punched you so hard.”

Disbanded? Odd. “it’s fine! i’m use to taking hits.” He sunk a bit into himself. “i made you cry. probably would have punched myself for that.” He bounced back. “really it’s no problem! i get cracks all the time! don’t guilt yourself about it!”

“O-Okay…”

She lowered herself a little, hugging him tightly.

“I-I’m just… I’m glad you’re okay.”

“i’m glad you’re okay too!” He clung tightly for a moment before remembering something. “oh! do you need anything? been eating well? it’s been a little hectic.”

She paused. She hasn’t slept or eaten much, him reminding her of this made her suddenly feel exhausted, but also hungry. She yawned, as her stomach loudly growled.

“W-Well… not really…”

“But, I don’t want to sleep yet! We haven’t spent much time together… but… I should eat something.”

He nodded worriedly. “wanna go to the kitchen? elly made sure we’d have a wide selection of things. what you in the mood for?”

Her stomach growled again as she thought of what to eat.

“Maybe it’s not a good idea because it’s so late but… I could really go for anything that’s meaty.”

“we have lots of things like that! one of my favorites of course would be tacos. but we have other things too if you want! it’s pretty easy to gather things when you have portals. you can get anything from around the world! and everything that is made here by elly’s weird shadow chefs.”

“Nice.” she chuckles.

“But… yeah, tacos sounds nice. Why not?”

He grinned and took her hand. “tacos it is then! this way!” He led her off to the kitchen seeming to have fully recovered.

“U-Um, by the way, are you gonna eat too? You’ve eaten while you were ‘gone’ right?”

“i’m fine! got a stash of stuff in the secret passages. i’ve been taking care of myself.” He totally ignored the other two in the room and skipped over to find where the tacos were. There seemed to be a lot of stuff to pick from. Even more in the fridges.

It took a moment but he found what he was looking for. A plate with freshly made tacos. He picked it up and spun around to face Yumi. “here we are! take what you like!”

She hesitated a little, but decided to take two at random and leave it at that. She was hungry after all, why would she even hesitate? Well, there also was a lot of choices. She takes a bite.

“Mh! This is really good!”

She starts eating almost like a beast, making herself get a cramp for eating too fast. She pats her chest a lot.

He was glad she enjoyed it but worried about her eating so quickly. He did that all the time but he couldn’t choke. “c-careful! don’t eat too fast! you really haven’t eaten in a while have you?”

After a few more pats she was finally okay. However she shook her apologetically at his question, continuing on eating, but actually taking her time.

“S-Sorry… I was too worried and focused on finding clues to even think about it…”

However, she won’t tell him the last time she ate was YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.

“i’m sorry for worrying you so much. i didn’t think you would react that badly…” He pushed aside the negative thoughts that tried to surface. “but no more of that! just a relaxing party! oh! and i wanted to show you something. whenever you’re done eating we can check it out. plenty of dessert here too if you want any of that.” He sighed. “sadly most of it isn’t sugar free so i haven’t tried it.” He was tempted. Soooo tempted.

“It’s fine Swap, really. I forgive you.”

She gave him a reassuring smile. She was curious about what was the place he wanted to show her, though. She took a few more bites before talking again.*

“Nah, I’m good, I’m not much of a sweets person, anyway.”

“really? i love sweets! even though i shouldn’t have them. just tell me when you’re ready!” He stared at the tacos for a moment before taking one and eating the whole thing in one bite. It was weird how far he could open his mouth actually. How’d he fit it all in?? And it looked like didn’t even chew! Then again how do skeletons even digest things without a stomach. All the questions.

She was surprised but, then again she knew monster food didn’t need to be digested. She finished her food.

“Alright, I’m good.”

“you sure? that enough for you? can’t let my girlfriend starve!” He seemed excited for whatever it was he wanted to show her. Like he could dash off any second. But he also wanted to make sure she was okay. Didn’t want to rush her.

She shook her head and smiled reassuringly.

“No, don’t worry, I’m fine. Besides, I don’t want to eat too much before going to bed.”

“okay!” His excitement got the better of him and he grabbed her hand to lead her off to…the closet?

#fallball17 #dis.cord rp #thepositivescientist #~photon reading positive~ (yumi x swap)

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Confusion (Jasper Jordan x reader smut)

Request:"Could you write something where people only ever had sex with Jasper if they wanted something (like drugs or to get things I dunno) so when reader genuinely likes him he keeps trying to figure out what they want from him, cuz they're on the ground, but he doesn't really have anything, so he's just kinda stresses and maybe tries to give reader strange gifts until reader admits that they actually just really like him?? (If you wanna put a smutty scene in that could be fun too ;) )" ~ Anonymous Wow, quite the request, I love the creativity! ❤ A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been posting new pieces latley, just been a bit busy. I love your guy's requests! ❤ Warning: Sex, cursing, the usual! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You walked around camp, joining a group of friends as you came back from a shift from watch. The small group sat around a makeshift table, which was decorated with cups of alchohol, and food. You laughed and joked around with them as the sun began to set. Things were all fun and games, until you heard a loud cry of excitment from across the camp. The familier sound made your heart skip a beat, it was Jasper. You had a massive crush on him. And massive was an understatement. You're not quite sure what it is about the guy, but whenever you see him, you can't help but feel your heart race. You watched as the boy poured drinks for people, a huge smile plastered on his face. For the past week or so, you had been dropping hints. Trying to get him to notice you. Doing anything you could do to get close to him. Even forcing someone to trade shifts with you so you could work with him. You even went so far as to kiss his cheek. You just pulled him in by hid arm and quickly pecked his cheek and walked off. Only to glance back to see Jasper with bright pink cheeks and his mouth left open. You took that as a good sign. A sign that, maybe, just maybe he liked you too. And when you saw that lanky idiot that afternoon, you made up your mind. That was going to be the night you were going to kiss Jasper. Really, just, go for it. If he wasn't make the first move, you were. You took a deep breath, asked your friends to wish you luck, and made your way across. Your feet became led practically, you had to force yourself to make it across. Your heart burning in your chest. "Y/N!" Jasper raised his drink in your direction, and smiled. You smiled back, while he handed you a cup filled with the oh-so-famous, Monty's moonshine. You took it with a smile and sipped it. Jasper raised his eyebrows as you drink, and nodded his head at you when you took it away from your lips. Still with that nerdy smile. You nodded your head with a breathy laugh. "Its strong." "Haha! You like it?" You seemed overly excited, as if he wad looking for your approval. You shrugged. "I mean, its not too bad." His chuckle was deep, and he looked down then back around the two of you. He watched the rest of the group for a moment. Then he seemed to get an idea, he turned to you. "Hey! If you don't like that, yknow those nuts we stopped using?" "The ones that you tripped balls on?" "Yeah! I think I might still have them if you want some." He offered. "Oh, no. I'm alright." You refused. You really didn't feel like hallucinating. All you wanted, was Jasper. Thats all you could think about as you watched Jasper. How much you wanted kiss him, and hold him. Press your body against his as you made up until you couldn't handle it anymore and he'd have to have you right then and there. Okay maybe your mind was going a little over board, and maybe you were just a little horny. Jasper justed nodded, and looked back down before looking at you. "No problem. Look uh, is there anything I can get you?" You thought he was being so sweet, and caring. "No not really. Um..actually, can I talk to you? Like, alone?" You managed. "Yeah! Sure thing, um, Monty's in my tent so maybe..." "My tent, got it, right this way." You lead him to your substitute for a home. A simple tarp tent you shared with a friend of yours. You ducked into the small room, and looked back at Jasper. When he finally got into the space, you forced every bone in your body to move. So you could lean forward and pull him in by his jacket and kiss him. It took him a moment, and for a moment you were afraid that he would pull away. But sure enough, he kissed you back with a soft moan. His hands wrapped around your waist and you felt weak. This was really happening. The kiss just deepened as Jasper's hands roamed your body. He started french kissing you, and he held your close. For a moment you thought you were going to faint, it all felt like a dream. You felt so hot, like you were running a feaver, and you were so wet. Even more so when Jasper's hand groped you. You practically tore off his jacket, which was only the beginning of the shedding of clothes. Jasper only stopped once you removed your bra to gaze down at your breasts. Jasper couldn't deny it, he was a huge boob guy. He gropped, and sucked on your boobs and nipples. You couldn't help but moan. The rest was a blur until you were naked laying on your bed, while Jasper finally took off his underwear to reveal his cock. Fuck, it was even better than you imagined. In a passionate frenzy, Jasper kissed up your body from your pussy to your neck where he nibbled. He couldn't get enough of your body. He was going crazy for you. You were blissfully unaware of how many times Jasper had fantasized about you like this. Before you knew it, Jasper's cock was slowly sliding deep into you. You gasped, while Jasper grunted. "F-Fuck you're tight." He moaned, as he held your hips, and started thrusting into you. He slowly slid in and out, enjoying the feeling of you until he became impatient. Soon enouch he started to really fuck you. Started to moan, and look down at you with lust filled eyes. He leaned down and kissed you passionately as he pounded into you. All while moaning your name, every now and then bitting his lip to keep himself quiet. Trying his best not to lose himself within the moment. Trying not to fall so hard for you. It wasn't long until he reached down and started rubbing your clit while he fucked you. The intense feeling of pleasure warmed your body as you moaned, and made small noises of passion. You were so close to orgasm, and everything Jasper was doing sent shivers down your spine. You never expected him to be so good. You arched your back and gasped as your orgasm washed over you. Jasper watched you with a smile. "Ohh fuck yes Y/N. Is that what you want? Want me to make you cum?" He hissed while he kept on fucking you. You reached up and held onto him, held him close. He supported himself on one arm, while he held you close with the other. Which supported the back of your neck. He either kissed you, or your neck. Where he littered you with love bites. "Jasper I'm gonna cum again." You whimpered. He nodded, and kissed you while his last few thrusts sent you over the edge. You came again, while you felt his own orgasm filled you. The two of you were moaning, panting messes. He pulled out of you, and watched you for a moment. Before he shook himself out of it, and threw his underwesr on. He startef getting dressed while you watched him. "W-Wait. Where are you going?" You almost paniced, maybe you had advanced too soon. Maybe he thought this would just be a small hook up? But the way he held you, so intimate. That was more than just a hook up, wasn't it? "I-I just thought that maybe I'd leave you alone now?" "What?" "Well you just, I don't know, I thought this is what you wanted." "For you to leave right after...whatever that was?" "Yeah." "N-No. I don't want you to go." You started at one another for a moment. "Look, Jasper-" "Its just that, thats how most of them wanted it." "Who's them?" You asked. "Uh...Look Y/N," he sat down next to you, "back on the arch. Before I got arrested. Girls, really only slept with me, because they wanted something. Like, drugs, or test answers, or just used me." "Used you?" He nodded, that shaking, child like nod that made him soirresponsibly adorable. "Like...sexually. I thought thats what this was, I mean, why else would you-" "I like you Jasper." You blurted. His eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raised. You just stared at you. "I really like you Jasper, I don't want to use you. I couldn't even imagine just using you for something like that." You barley finished your sentence when Jasper kissed you. A tender kiss, his hands held your head and his fingers brushed over your cheeks. "Thank, fucking, god." He whispered before kissing you again. "Round two?" You offered, still completely naked, and aching for him again. "How could I say no to that?" Jasper smiled, and kissed you passionately. Jasper couldn't have been happier. He had fallen so hard for you, but had fallen before only to be hurt again and again. He was so thankful for you, and he cherished you. As you did him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Okay this came out a little darker than planned, but also sweeter lol❤

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