#a rare moment of emotional sweetness overload...

[i-love-yoi]

You flirt with them.

Characters:RW main cast (Sunny, Mari, Basil, Aubrey, Kel, Hero)

TW:GN!Reader, suggestive, romantic relationship, fluff/angst, takes place after the incident with Mari.

It turned out to be short, since it’s the New Year, and the whole family is cleaning the apartment and preparing food for the table. Also, it didn’t turn out very relevant to the topic, but again, I did it in a hurry, trying to write as quickly and better as possible.

Sunny

•In general, although Sunny does not show his emotions, and feelings in general, it will be clear from the redness of his cheeks and ears that he liked it and was embarrassed.

•He ends up with very pale skin because he didn't get enough vitamin D and other vitamins for that matter.

•In general, in your relationships, it is you who are dominant; in principle, thanks to you, these relationships develop.

•Just be sure that he will replay your flirting in his head over and over again, and each time he will blush like someone else.

•However, most of all he likes those moments of flirtation when you take him to the wall, whisper in his ear or then kiss him deeply on the lips.

•At such moments, he is absolutely defenseless in front of you, and in front of anyone else.

•I think he would have frozen stupidly, being in some kind of astral plane after the storm of emotions that happened inside him.

•To be honest, he has an overload of emotions inside him after your actions.

•I answer, he will play it over and over again, and out of embarrassment he would bury his face in the pillow, like a small, inexperienced schoolgirl who has just fallen in love, who screams into the pillow at any message from her object of affection.

•Believe me, in the dream world you will now tease him the same way Mari usually teases the Hero.

•Basically, you will have similar relationships there.

•Perhaps because Sunny watched their relationship too often, they were an example of a good relationship, and your flirting is similar to that of his older sister, Mari.

•Honestly, he would be embarrassed even by the most stupid and typical flirtations, such as: “Are your parents by any chance bakers? Then where did they get such a bun?” “Are your parents, by any chance, toy manufacturers? Then where did they get such a doll?” And much more like that

•Honestly, even this would have made him embarrassed.

•He's so hungry for love that he'll take anything he can from you, eating it all up as if it's the way it's meant to be.

Mari

•Well, your group of friends are off on new adventures again, so you're alone again.

•Honestly, Mari would be amused by your flirting.

•I think you would have a Battle of who can flirt the other one more and better?

•Honestly, your relationship is exactly that when two people are dominant in a relationship.

•When you take her to the wall and flirt, Mari will only giggle and flirt back, kissing you briefly on the lips, teasingly.

•For Mari this is very cute, in her opinion.

•However, no matter how difficult and rare it may seem, at some moments you were still able to take her by surprise.

•Basically, I think you are flirting with each other.

•But I think it wouldn’t interfere much with both of you in your relationship.

Basil

•Oh, you would embarrass him so much, even with those stupid flirtations.

•Basil himself is a rather emotional and shy boy, since childhood, and he takes everything to heart, but he can’t really do anything in his defense, and in principle he’s melancholic, so that’s it.

•Therefore, even simple and sweet flirting will be enough for Basil to blush like crazy and start stuttering.

•I think it will be difficult for him to get used to your flirting.

•And if you additionally press him against the wall or then kiss him deeply, he will simply faint without breathing, all red, and smoke will be visible from his ears.

•Basically, he will never get used to your flirting, no matter how much time passes.

•You can always take him by surprise every time.

•Especially if it is in a public place or in front of people.

Aubrey

•We all know that she is an obvious tsundere, right?

•So, although she will be clearly red from your flirting, she will deny her feelings about this and also grumble a little.

•Maybe even call you a little names, but it won’t be such serious insults.

•Something like: “Fool, stop!”, “This is too sweet, fool.”

•However, this is only in front of people, and then only in front of those whom she does not trust.

•For example, with her gang, she will normally accept your flirting, even if sometimes she grumbles quietly.

•Most likely she will flirt herself, but she will feel stupid, and most likely halfway through the flirting she will simply stop and say something like “forget it.”

•But when you are alone, then this whole image disappears, and in front of you is no longer such an angry and serious lady, but a gentle and more open girl.

•Even if she is a tsundere, she is very hungry for love and tenderness.

•And will accept it in any form.

•In the end, her mother doesn’t even really pay attention to her, sometimes even the opposite.

•Especially for how many days and years she was alone, and if we also count the incident with Mari, then she was clearly hungry for at least a drop of love and tenderness

•I think your relationship would be healthy for Aubrey.

•Thanks to them, Aubrey can easily relax and escape from reality, focusing on you.

•Just like I think, she, like Sunny and Basil, would replay your flirtations in her head, which could greatly improve her mood after her mother’s words, or make her relax.

•But there is no need to worry, I don’t think her personality will go away.

Kel

•He really likes your flirting.

•Basically, Kel generally adores your affection in any form.

��He is too loving himself.

•I think he wouldn’t see personal boundaries and any embarrassing situations, at least for you.

•But also everything doesn’t reach Kel as quickly as one might do or think.

•After your flirting, he will think for a couple of minutes, and then laugh awkwardly, blushing.

•However, some flirting is so embarrassing for him that it makes him a little angry, which is why he is even indignant.

•He likes it though.

•It's funny to watch how you, most likely shorter than him, pin him against the wall while flirting.

•But even though he is taller than you, he is still defenseless against your flirting.

•In general, in your relationship there is no division into dominant and passive, you are both equal, both active and both develop your relationship.

•But still, you are more active in terms of developing relationships, namely in terms of flirting and similar things.

•Yes, Kel is an active guy, he also often takes him on various kinds of walks, but mostly these are the sweeter and more innocent parts of the relationship, hugs, light kisses on the forehead and cheeks, but you are the one responsible for the more basic and adult part.

•Moreover, he reacts so nicely to your flirting that you simply cannot restrain yourself and still take him by surprise with your advances.

•Anyway, he doesn't mind.

Hero

•In principle, Hero is the most mature and conscious in terms of relationships.

•As for me, he is a monogamist, so at first it was difficult for him because of the loss of his first love, in principle, because of this, it was difficult for you with him, since he too often remembered Mari and compared your actions with her.

•Your flirtatious side and love for flirting reminded him too much of his old relationship.

•Therefore, at the beginning of the relationship, he only blushed slightly, laughed awkwardly and was a little sad.

•Over time, he finally began to let go of Mari and began to focus on you.

•Later he will become more open, and perceives flirting more violently, blushing, but nevertheless flirting back, trying to take you by surprise

•However, his flirting, I think, is typical and stupid, like something like: “I’m hugging a blanket, but I could have you” or “Are you by any chance a drink? Then why am I thirsty for you?”,”Are you by any chance not a fire, Then why are you so hot?" And much more like that.

•When you push him against the wall, he blushes more, embarrassed, and shrinks slightly, looking to the side with nervous eyes, and slightly pulling the collar of his sweater.

•In fact, he is the same emotional boy as Basil, but he more or less restrains his feelings and emotions, controlling himself and his entire body.

•He already had experience in relationships, so he already more or less understands what’s what, and how best to act in general.

•Therefore, it is mainly he who develops your relationship.

•Of course, when he is not busy studying and when he is free.

•As for me, he is committed to a long and serious relationship.

#omori #omori hero #omori kel #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori sunny #omori mari #hero omori x reader #omori x reader #sunny x reader #basil x reader #omori kel x reader #aubrey x reader #mari x reader

[insert-funny71119]

Soft Warmth

TWs: Suicidal ideation, sexual assault

CWs: Mentions of age regression(?), lots of use of petnames, mentions of sensory overload, emotional exhaustion

Word count: 982

“Such a good boy…” he whispered, pulling me into a tight, loving hug. “So sweet, so smart too…” he murmured, his voice dripping with nothing but love for me.

I had been so stressed and in (desperate) need of something soft and loving lately, just a day without lust. One day where it was just the two of us, loving each other’s presence. We both knew I couldn’t sustain this, constantly overwhelming myself by going haywire with excitement was taking its toll on me. I tried my best to keep calm but everything was just so exciting causing me to inevitably lose control, going feral and exhausting myself. Today however, had been slightly different, I had put all my energy into screaming at a rather volatile group of boys and eventually, the insults and the noisy environment all around had caused me to go into sensory overload and end up crying in a hot and stuffy bathroom.

“My sweet little baby…” he continued, cradling me in his arms, as if letting go would kill me. “My fluff ball, all mine…” he smiled softly, peppering my face with kisses as he spoke to me sweetly.

He was the only one allowed to touch me. At first, the only reasoning was sensory issues but as of recently a secondary reason has come into the picture. I had been sexually assaulted, a trio of girls approaching me before school, one of them walking up and getting into my personal space, alerting me of something on my shoe only for her to lift my face and tell me I looked sexy that day as the other ones were giggling profusely with their phones out, filming the entire interaction. I cried at the thought of anything sexual after that incident. I tried my best to handle it for him, but I couldn’t. Everything was so overwhelming to me, any time I had tried to do anything sexual I ended up crying. I had ugly sobbed because I felt gross and it was as if I could feel her hands on me still.

“My petite chére…” he pulled me in closer, allowing me to bask in his warmth. “Such a sweet little thing..” he complimented under his breath.

I soaked in all of his warmth, nuzzling into him. Purring almost. I got as close to him as physically possible, enjoying the rare moment when I felt soft and happy. Content, without fear of groping or being in a position that made me easy access to whatever was wanted of me. Sleepiness without fear of what would happen while I was unconscious. True happiness. I was constantly a hysterical mess, needing reassurance and attention and spiraling quickly without any of them. It was rare that I let my emotions spill without fear of hurting him. It was quite frequent that my emotions brought harm, whether it be myself or to others and if it was physically or psychologically. I didn’t like hurting people. I hate it. I don’t have the right to hurt people when I am not a person.

“My baby… my sweet little boy…” his soothing voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I love you so much, fluff ball..” he whispered sweetly, smiling softly as he gazed into my eyes lovingly.

“I love you too, mi amor..” my voice was a meek, squeaky little whisper. My eyes were watering and I was on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” He queried, stroking my hair softly.

That was when I had begun to ugly sob in his arms, incoherent babbling and sniffling escaped me, the things that were coherent were me begging him not to leave me. My parents had been threatening to get rid of me, they had no use for me anymore, why would they want me around? I was scared. I wanted comfort. I needed it. I needed someone to soothe me and treat me like glass. To love me and protect me. To treat me softly and with special care to my delicate parts. To treat me like they knew I couldn’t sustain myself if I kept continuing like this. Someone who knew how to handle people like me who often slipped into the mindset of a small child as a defense/coping mechanism.

“Oh.. my sweet baby…” he held me closer, rubbing my back up and down to comfort me. “I won’t let anyone take you, you’re my little one..” he whispered to me, wanting to keep as quiet as possible in order to not scare me with his volume.

I sobbed harder, I felt so tiny in his arms as I curled into his chest, my breaths sharpening, growing fast and shallow. “D-don’t leave me…” I sobbed, clinging onto him like a pathetic, abandoned animal. “…I-I’ll be good…” I whispered weakly.

“Mon amour…” he began. “I wouldn’t ever leave you, not for a million years.” He hugged me tightly, rocking me back and forth as I shook with each and every sob wracking my frame. “You’re always so good, I promise, you’re my good boy.” He murmured soft praise, welcoming me into the warmth of him.

I needed this. I needed the love, comfort, and safety he was providing me with. I was scared, tired, and emotionally exhausted. I didn’t know how much longer I could sustain myself, being an overly anxiety ridden, energetic, volatile thing had its toll on me and it was NOT doing me any good at all. To be quite honest, I was having thoughts of straight killing myself. I couldn’t do it anymore, I was so tired of life, it’s not like anyone would notice me gone.

My thoughts were interrupted with a hand being placed in my hair, slowly stroking it. The action soothed me enough to nuzzle into him, close my eyes, and slowly drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep in his arms.

If anyone asks, no I am not okay.

#vent stuff #vent story #vent fic #vent post #tw vent #tw sex mention #tw sex assault #tw self destructive behavior #Spotify

[firebirdtransam68]

Do I Really Like Giant Sentient Mecha Robots That Much?

Before I got into Mecha anime, I got into Transformers in the form of a live-action 2007 film; later, I got into G1 Transformers, and much later, I discovered Voltron: Defender Of The Universe (and especially Beast King Golion), and then ever since, I got into what I call Mecha robots, especially Super Robots, in which most Transformers works contain.

I discovered the anime show Transformers: Micron Legend (or the original subtitled version of Transformers: Armada) and Transformers: Superlink (or the original subtitled (and cleaner) version of Transformers: Energon), and I got completely hooked.  The two shows were very similar to The Transformers (1984-1987) and The Transformers: The Movie (1986), as well as Voltron (especially in Superlink); however, I may like these shows even more than G1, which I like even more than the first Bayformers film.  One reason may be because the Unicron Trilogy Transformers are a lot more human than the G1 characters.  Another reason may be that the shows have darker and edgier moments that make G1 look like a typical Disney show, but also have very heartwarming and heart-wrenching moments suitable for different ages (adults, included).  Another reason may be that I just find Mecha robots quite attractive.  (There are many other reasons, but I can only list a few that stood out more to me.)

In fact, I really like G1 and the original Unicron Trilogy to the point that other anime shows I like do not get as much attention from me.  For instance, I started delving into Sonic X (which is a really good anime show if viewed in its original language with English subtitles), and there are moments where I would obsess a little over it; however, the Transformers franchise dominated my interests, and I obsess over it even more than the Sonic The Hedgehog franchise.  2019 was the time where Transformers (especially the original Unicron Trilogy and G1, as well as Bumblebee (2018), on occasion) was my most favorite fandom of all time that I could remember; the fandom that emotionally and intellectually impacted me the most; even the original Sonic X and the earlier games involving Shadow The Hedgehog did not give me what most fans call “the feels” as much as Transformers did.

And then came 2020.

That was when I started getting into another work involving giant sentient Mecha robots much like Transformers (and yes, it is an anime show much like the two Transformers Unicron Trilogy shows), and the robots are just as human (if not more) as the Transformers in Micron Legend and Superlink.  The anime show is called Brave Police J-Decker.

The show is so much like Transformers, despite many differences (including the fact that the Brave Robots are from Earth, and that it is not recognized by mainstream robot fans as is the Transformers franchise), and it really impacted me emotionally, even more so than the original Unicron Trilogy (for instance, seeing Micron Legend Ironhide die in Superlink was very devastating since Ironhide is one of my favorite characters; but seeing Deckerd die in Brave Police J-Decker was profoundly devastating since he, too, is one of my favorite characters, but is much more loveable).

Ever since, I almost forgot that I was a Trans-fan.  Now I obsess over Brave Police J-Decker; and even more so, since I was severely impacted emotionally and intellectually (my IQ dropped when I saw the titular robot and a few other robots just like how many individuals’ IQs drop whenever they see puppies, cats/kittens, bunnies, young birds, and infants (which do not affect me as much), and I actually went “AWWWWW!” at one point, which is very surprising, since I rarely find anything to be cute!), and it is a miracle how (figuratively speaking, of course) my teeth did not rot from so much sweetness; and the characters are much sweeter than 100 kittens, 90 puppies, 50 young rabbits, 60 young birds, 10 infants, 20 young children, and literal rainbows and flowers (even that much would not affect me as much, since I am immune to such stuff, and my IQ would not even drop one bit).  Perhaps the reason why I rarely find anything or anyone to be cute is because many of the animals, characters, and offspring that are supposed to be adorable (especially on pictures and videos) is that they are one-dimensional, and that their looks (especially displayed in a caricaturized manner) is their only trait (which I do not find impressive, at all).  Perhaps I found a few sentient Mecha robots very appealing because of how complex their characters are, besides a few youthful features.

For instance, in Micron Legend (Armada), Ironhide (Demolishor) appears to be a teenager or an early twenty-something year old in many angles, and has a voice to match his apparent age, even though he is thousands of years old; he is quite naïve, kind-hearted, and is quite sensitive (he cried at least three times); however, he is a Decepticon (which is an Autobot’s enemy), can be really mean, is aggressive, stubborn, and is probably the most dangerous Transformer one would ever come across; he is also an anti-villain/anti-hero, much like Starscream is (whom I like as well, but not as much as the other Decepticon who happened to have an Autobot’s name).  In Superlink, he was allied with the Autobots, and cares about them just as much as he cared about his Decepticon comrades; however, he is very loyal to Megatron/Galvatron, so loyal that he had no choice but to betray the Autobots, despite his seemingly free-will; he never got angry at the Decepticon leader even once.  When he died in Episode 16, my heart nearly shattered, since I had high hopes that he would still be allied with the Autobots (and I even wished he had more screen time like he did in Micron Legend); when Irontread came along, I really wanted Ironhide back so badly that I almost stopped watching Superlink (yet kept going, because there are new characters that are quite likeable (including Shockfleet, Wing Saber, Springer, and the combiners), and when I found out Ironhide and Wing Saber shared the same seiyuu, I kept going until I saw the last episode).

Also in Brave Police J-Decker, I started really liking Deckerd since Episode One for similar reasons.  He is extremely sweet and kind, is very good friends with the human child Yuuta Tomonaga to the point where they are like brothers (as Seia put it in Episode 25), has wise moments, is diligent, dedicated, devoted, determined, tough, brave (of course), a great leader to the Brave Police, and an ideal law enforcement officer many of us wished we had.  However, he does have flaws; he is really naïve at times (which I believe is a minor flaw, but a flaw, nonetheless), does NOT take being neglected very well (as shown in Episodes 13 and 40), is not a perfect robot (having a 98.91% accuracy in shooting because the rest of the percentage is his human side (which makes sense, since having 100% accuracy would make him a calculating, soulless robot), or being inexperienced compared to most AI robots in most fiction), is very emotional and can act on impulse in such turmoil (looking at Episode 5 where he almost demolished the whole army when they were about to kill Gawn, whom has a still-alive Yuuta and Seia’s brother, for instance), is very dangerous (especially if you hurt those he really cares about), and has shown vulnerability many times (he does get hurt, and in the most severe cases, he is incapacitated to the point where he needed protection from the other Brave Police and the humans).  And yes, he does have youthful features (like most, if not all, Brave Police robots).

The only prominent difference between the two characters I mentioned are that one is on the villain’s side (but is an anti-hero/anti-villain), and the other is purely on the hero’s side.

That set aside, hopefully when I settle down a little more, I will get back to finding more Transformers content (the advantage of having a new fandom to obsess over is that I do not have to wait for more content for the Unicron Trilogy and certain G1 material to be posted), and incorporating a new fandom to find more content about, in the future.

No matter what happens, I will still be a Trans-fan, even if I find a new interest temporarily, for a long period of time.

#fandom #liking a fandom #transformers #mecha #mecha anime shows #mecha anime #transformers anime #transformers g1 #transformers: micron legend #transformers: superlink #transformers unicron trilogy #original unicron trilogy #transformers generation one #brave saga #brave police j-decker #a rare moment of emotional sweetness overload... #I rarely find anything to be cute (but I can make a few exceptions) #I see a picture of a puppy and my response is 'meh' but when I see a sentient mecha robot I actually went 'squee!' #no offense to those who actually find animals and children appealing (I just personally am not as affected as most) #I never had an IQ drop like this before (hopefully when it all calms down I go back to normal and regain my remaining IQ) #the most complex characters are the most appealing ones #one decepticon pulled a few of my heartstrings... one police robot pulled all of my heartstrings #what else is it about sentient mecha robots that I find appealing... #no matter what I will still be a trans-fan #no matter what happens I will still be a transformers fan

[artsyfangirl]

Michael Afton x Overstimulated Reader

A/N: Overstimulation as in sensory input and stuff like that, not the other kind. I don’t do NSFW. This is a self-indulgent fic as I’m really overwhelmed right now and not having a good day, which paired with the fact I was up literally all night, like, I can point out to you the fics I was reading all night long (after reading their descriptions and a bit of the first chapter of the one shot books), results in an overstimulated, unresponsive wreck. Like me.

“Y/N?”

You hear your lover’s voice call from elsewhere in the house, a sound which normally causes you joy, now just causing you to hunker in on yourself and whimper under your breath.

“Y/N, love, have you seen that screwdriver of mine?” He asks as he turns the corner into the living room, where you’ve got the lights off and curtains drawn, and are sitting curled on the couch.

In a side section of your mind, you know what he’s talking about. He has a specific screwdriver he uses for working on his mechanical components, which must’ve gone missing. This isn’t a rare occurrence, it happens every now and again as he performs maintenance on his parts.

He pauses once he sees you, assessing your curled body and hunched shoulders. “Darling, are you ok?” He asks quietly, already running through the list of possible ailments, whether mental, emotional, or physical. He walks forward slowly, purposefully softening his footfalls and shortening his stride to appear less intimidating.

“………” you don’t respond, sending alarms ringing off in his mind. In fact, you slightly lower your head further into your shoulders, almost like you’re trying to use your shoulders to press against your ears and block out any unwanted sound.

Alright, so some sort of overload. Not that there couldn’t be other things affecting you too, but Mike prefers to take care of the easier stuff first before checking in on your status.

With his keen eyesight, he spots your hair moving up and down, concluding that you’re flexing the muscles in your scalp to try to ground yourself. He looks around, what in your surroundings could be adding to your misery? He doesn’t see anything right away… he feels bad, knowing you probably cleared all the sources of excess input that you could before breaking down, never knowing when he would find you.

Not seeing anything that can be immediately taken care of, he continues his careful trek forward. He can’t tell how aware you are at the moment. “Darling, are you still here?” A small shift of the head, a sliding of a foot. You’re alert enough to hear him and be able to process his questions and requests, as well as be able to respond. That’s good.

After a few more short steps, he reaches the couch. He crouches on the floor in front of you, careful not to touch you. “Sweet, can you look at me?” He watches as you jerk slightly, a subconscious tell that you were considering whether or not the task was too much for you.

After a few moments, your head slowly lifts, eyes staring through him, and, he thinks for a fleeting moment, through reality itself. He smiles at you, not caring of whether or not you can register the expression. Up close, face to face, he can now see your rhythmic blinking, your mouth flattening, your nose scrunches, and your eyebrow furrowing.

He knows you well enough to understand that you’re overstimulated in some way, with the tics and vacant expression. He can see in your eyes and face that you’re trying to fight through the attack, trying to reach him. The blinks and other tics increase in frequency, all of even number, you’re trying to count, to form a pattern mentally.

“Dove, can you speak at all? If you can’t, don’t push yourself. I’m here to help you.” He watches as you pause with your eyebrows raised for a moment. You try to assess your current level of ability. You shrug, and Mike goes to speak, but you try to talk before he can use his voice. He quiets himself immediately, attentive to every sound you might make. It takes a few tries, but you eventually manage a weak, unsteady whine.

Mike takes over, “Ok, that’s enough, don’t push yourself love. Does anything touch bad?” Mike knows when you get this bad, it’s hard for you to formulate and understand more complicated words and sentences. He adapts to the level he guesses you’re at at any given time, in this case, broken English to make thinking easier for you.

You think for a moment. Your clothes are good right now, but your hair is doing the bad stuff. You tilt your head and give Mike a look.

He tries to guess what you mean. “Face? Eyes? Ears? Hair?” And stops when he hears you squeak quietly. “Ok sweets, do you want me to tie it up?” You think for a moment, your face scrunching up in thought. As a moment of thought passes, he offers another option. One he knows is risky, as it could either relax you or make you panic at the mere thought of it.

“I could braid your hair if you’d like?” You stop, still blinking twice per one blink for most people. Your cheek twitches in thought. He waits with baited breath. Your eyes light up subtly, and you turn a small smile onto him. If he weren’t so preoccupied with taking care of you, he’d be ascending to heaven from that smile alone.

He thinks for a moment, absentmindedly watching as you bob your head gently from side to side, literally just moving it horizontally, not even tilting it. One of your many quirks. In this case, it’s because you’re happy.

“Alright, the hair ties are in the bathroom. I’m going to have to go get them,” he says, watching as you immediately pout, your head slumping forward, looking at him pleadingly. “I know, I know darling, but I need them if I’m going to braid your hair all nice and pretty. I don’t want to leave you either, but I won’t be gone long, and once I have the ties I’ll be back here zappy. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You tilt your head in a reluctant ‘go ahead’ gesture, still pouting, and he stands up, still careful not to touch you, and turns around, allowing himself to lengthen his stride and quicken his pace once he’s reasonably sure you can only hear a small amount of it.

He quietly pulls open the drawer he remembers the ties being in, immensely grateful that he keeps on top of the maintenance of the house, in this case, the hinges and such. No loud, shrill scratching noises to bother you.

Once he’s retrieved a few ties, he closes the drawer, and walks back through the house. You visibly peek up when he comes into view, like a dog who’s missed their owner.

He chuckles, walking over to you once more, still maintaining a short stride and soft footsteps. He stops in front of you, and smiles at you. “Alright, can I sit on the couch with you sweets?”

You pause for a moment, before nodding a minute amount, which Mike catches. He smiles, “thank you love. Could you turn your back to me, please?” You shift your weight from side to side for a moment, before shuffling into position.

Mike slides the hair ties over his hand, letting them rest on his wrist, hovering his hands over your head. “Hair touch?” You hum an affirmative, and so he starts. He talks to you softly, walking through each step of the process and every movement he makes before he does it.

He feels so special, so loved. You hardly let anyone touch your hair, except for close family, and even they aren’t allowed to touch your hair when you’re having an episode. It’s moments like these that Michael adores: the domestic scene, the trust, the gentle touches.

By the time he’s finished, you’re far more relaxed, and as he ties his masterpiece safe, he murmurs, “you better dove?” You nod softly, and he hums.

“Can you talk now that you’re feeling better or does it still not work?”

“…..I-I can… do… it i-if I try…. hard enough…..”

He nods, and you can feel it through the couch. “Do you wanna stay nonnie?”

“….” You nod, and he hums in encouragement.

“I can get you my phone if you want to talk about it, and if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” Mike says, wanting to make sure you know that his first and foremost concern is you.

You take a moment, and then nod. He stands back up, “I’ll go get it real quick, I’ll be right back” as you nod at him.

Mike heads to the workshop, which is essentially just a medium-large sized closet that he converted into a workspace. He grabs his phone, and heads back.

He hands it to you and you find the text to speech, and start writing.

“I’m sorry, everything was just too much and everything was so loud. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

You feel really shitty about it. “Hey, hey, now, none of that, dove. You are perfect the way you are and I would walk the world for you. I’m so lucky.”

Quick guide of the lingo (most of which I made up by myself on the spot):

Zappy - Basically ASAP

Nonnie - Nonverbal

#michael afton x reader #i finally contribute to the tag #self indulgent fic #this ended up as being a self insert kind of #this also ended up being much longer than i thought it would be #comfort #michael afton fluff #michael afton fanfic #fluff #this is very domestic #and i love that

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Omega!America would absolutely be the type to try and hide that fact taking some kinds of suppressants that would make him come off as an Alpha to others. And just like he and Alpha!Darling not getting along and constantly being at each other throats. And just the two of them getting stuck somewhere with America's medications wearing off and the darling letting their instincts and nature get the better of them and things turning spicy.

I'm glad I finally got down to this ask!

Enjoy!

Warning: Sin and Spice.

Not suitable all audiences.

I have one word to describe how Omega! America would be Whiny like severely so

even when he is taking meds to be an ‘Alpha!’ He still sucks at playing the part. Most will just assume he is one of the rare flamboyant Alpha’s

Boy does he make your life hell as Alpha fem. But sometimes you find America’s shenanigans to be funny…. When he accidentally injures himself. Like bro, he slipped on a wet floor that had signs everywhere getting to you once or twice. Fam bro broke his own glasses doing it the second time.. He’s also a little dumb when it comes to women unlike how two fathers Alpha! France and Alpha! England who are smooth where he isn’t. Meaning Omega! America sucks at reading signals and acts purely on impulse and whatever he feels in the moment.

He will cling to you in public and when you hang out at home more so than usual. And these are normally smothering hugs that people don’t like to be in for extended periods of time. And that's for good reason especially when it comes to Omega! America. Man’s got major muscles. So he will be like a boa constrictor whenever he isn’t busy doing his duties as a preschool teacher.

“Y/N why’d you leave for so long I’d been waiting for you!” He will almost be on the verge of tears. You had been out getting groceries.

“Bro chill. You need to take some Adderall or something like I was doing errands like a normal adult. Have you been drinking again? You’re normally not like this….” You say while trying to get some air in your restricted lungs. “Also let go.”

“You know for an Alpha you’re whiny as hell and clingy. The hell is wrong with you?” You would stay with annoyance in your voice. Not want to set him off but clearly, there had to be a discrepancy in his genetics right? I mean both of his dads were Alphas…. So he is one too right?.... Right?

That day America had decided to up his Alpha dosage so he could try to impress his Alpha darling.

Yeah, that backfired.

Instead of giving him the added boost to his personality, he was looking for it in turn supercharged his body chemistry to be an Omega on overload. Even worse the medications put him on an early rut and made this one even harder to resist any of his urges, impulses, and emotions he felt. He simply was going to go with whatever he felt unfiltered.

“I’m not whiny you’re just too commanding for someone like you. Why are you never nice. Like you always have to point out some of my flaws. I have FEELINGS. You know. What are you some type of robot incapable of understanding that? Is that why you treat me like shit?” He would begin to let the waterworks flow. And there is no stopping them. He grips his darling tighter in his arms as if he would let them go they would disappear forever and he would never see them again.

“What is wrong with you? Get the hell off me!” You would begin to struggle in his ever-increasing grip on your waist which was beginning to become painful to you. You began to notice a subtle hint of sweetness in his smell and it was nothing like the strong musk of sage, bergamot, or spicy patchouli that many Alpha’s gave off.

“Alfred…..” You say in a low tone you were irritated and somewhat surprised.

“Yes?” He would say as a low growl he’s still trying to pretend to be an Alpha but he was beginning to lose his grip on his commanding aura which was fading. You could sense that something was off and you felt it in the way that Alfred was beginning to sweat and the fact that he hasn’t said anything else to you like he normally would have. (He would also finish off his statement with a boisterous like in an annoying way like he normally did.)

Silence followed between the two of you for just over a minute while you were trying to piece together what was going on. You felt Alfred’s heartbeat faster and faster the longer you were in his strong arm. His Alpha aura had faded completely and you could feel it in the way his veins pulsated and he no longer gave off the feel of being in control.

“You’re not an Alpha are you?” You say finally as the question had been lingering in the air for a little.

Alfred freezes. He hoped that you wouldn't find out.

“I….I’m not.” His voice is shaky and full of doubt.

Bingo.

“You are. You smell sweet like orange blossoms an Omega undertone.”

Still to this statement he didn’t reply. He was concentrating on how to maintain control even though his hormones were beginning to rage inside of his body. All the Alpha medication was making it worse. You felt his member begin to poke you.

“Oh HELL NO!” You abruptly try to get him off you. You manage to elbow him off you with a great deal of effort. Even though he was an Omega he was an incredibly strong one.

You stand back onto the kitchen sink taking in the information you knew was correct. No way in hell was this guy an Alpha the tears beginning to well up in his ocean blue eyes only proved your point even further. Alpha’s tend not to cry over things like simple accusations, they’d be quick to nip that lie in the bud if it was so.

“(Y/N) please, I know that I…. lied but please…”

He uses baby steps to approach you he’s doing his best not to irritate you more than he already has.

“No, leave my apartment. Just go. You’re the worse type of Omega there is one that lies! And one that devices. I want nothing to do with you!” You shout and you’re just about ready to fight him. Your blood was beginning to boil because you were enraged and slightly aroused due to the fact that his scent and raging hormones naturally turned on an Alpha if they were in close proximity for too long. You needed him out of your home before it was too late.

After that, you’re back into his strong arms again after he lunged at you with all his might. Nearly breaking your back against the sink.

“Ah! Alfred get the f*ck off me right now. I don’t want you here and you need to stop being an ass!”

“No! I want you and that shouldn’t be wrong! And just because I’m an Omega doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be able to get what I want! You Alpha’s are always telling us what to do and none of you jerks understand how that feels!” He would yell right in your face as more treas began to stream down his face. His glasses were holding some of his tears and he could see your face but it was fuzzy. Some of his tears touched your face and began to ignite a fire within you that you were not expecting or prepared to handle. Since his body was holding in at least 7 pills worth of Alpha hormones they permeated every cell in his body that including the cells that produced tears. Those hormones were being transferred into your body making it impossible for you to control your impulses.

He coils his thighs around your legs and your body and kissed you on the forehead.

Your body freezes and it begins to swell up with heat not only because he was so close but due to the hormone-induced rage and hunger that you knew only he could satisfy at this point.

There was only one way out.

“Alfred….” You say lowly as your hormones begin to kick into overdrive for you and dictate your every move from this point forward. You enjoy the feel of his bulge on you. You rub it with your knee to tease him. He mewls from the gesture it incentivizes him to go further. He trails his kisses from your forehead to your nose and down your lips where he enraptures them passionately.

You go along with the pace. And wrap your arms around his neck to make the kiss more intimate.

He hoists you up onto the counter and he presses his hardened member up to your heated region. The think fabric of his and your pants were getting in the way of building the fire and letting it burn hotter.

“You belong to me (Y/N) and only me.” He states as he grabs your hips ad you prepare for a painful night of soothing an Omega male in an amplified rut.

#hetalia omegaverse #omegaverse au #hetalia #yandere hetalia #hws #hetalia fandom #hetalia america #alfred f jones #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys spicy #x reader #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere america

[bonny-kookoo]

Remedy | JJK x Reader | 💜☁️🔞🤖

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Android!AU, Android!Jungkook, AI!Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of war, PTSD, Panic attack, confused!Koo, soft reader, like my god I just wanna put her in my pocket and keep her safe, aka that’s what Koo wants to do, protective!Koo, praise kink, unprotected sex but izz fine Kookoo can’t knock her up anyways, soft sex, it’s very soft ngl, there’s a bird, some sad Koo, kook cries here and there, comfort and rehabilitation

Summary: JJK, Or J-Jungkook097 was a tactical fighter-type Android, used in modern war as a simple weapon and nothing more. Now retired after serious injuries, he has to adjust to modern life outside the war zone or he’ll get scrapped; and that’s where you come in, a rare human being ready to take on that challenge.

"Ah, what a waste, really." A worker says, looking the body of the Android over. "You sure you don't want him?" He asks, and the older worker shakes his head.

"I can't let him around my kids by himself, and I don't want him to snap around my wife either. He's not suited for my home and family." He says, looking the male robot over, before he pulls out his phone. "I think I know someone who just might take him." He says, hurriedly texting, before he gets a call back.

"Huh. Is he factory reset, or still running?" You ask, as Seokjin connects cords to the back of the android's neck.

"We tried to have him reset himself, but there's been problems." He explains. "He told us he did already, but that can't be true since he'd need a command to do it- his model isn't equipped with those AI options. Maybe his memory overloaded and deleted stuff as a survival protocol, we don't know. He's a military model, after all, they didn't let us see his original save data- they just downloaded it and went their way, leaving him for us to dismantle if he couldn't reset him properly for a new system." He says, as you type in some stuff, before viewing the screen you hold in your hand.

"So he's technically still running on his original warzone-system?" You ask Jin, and he nods, sighing. You furrow your brows, and the older male looks over at your tablet to see what you're looking at. "Are you sure? This is.. his AI settings are all set to.. look at this; companionable, friendly, all his settings are set to a companion-android, not a fighter type." You mumble, confused by this.

"Wait no no no that wasn't like that when I last looked at him." Jin says, taking the tablet from you as he types in some stuff. "Huh. This is weird." He says, showing you something. "Look at the protocol."

You do. "Huh." You say, looking at the last line of code.

Last change made by: JJK_OSADMIN

"He changed his own system." You say, and Jin is standing up now.

"I'm taking him with me, I can't let him-" He starts, but you do as well, placing your hands ontop of the Androids chest as if you're guarding him.

"NO! I already signed, I own him- Jin, I have to look into this- and he's set to friendly, he won't get hostile that easily." You try to reassure him, and he sighs after a while, taking his jacket from the chair close by.

"Keep me updated." He says, as he leaves you be.

The Android still sitting limply on your chair.

"Alright JJK. Time to wake up." You say, closing the small panel before you sit in front of him, waiting for his system to run the commands you had typed in before unplugging him. It takes a moment, but there's movement after that; his body slowly starting to sit properly, muscles moving into place, and system running it's diagnostics to detect any change in hard- or software made. It marks down his eyes, the small patches of skin re-made, and that his body-liquids had been replaced.

He feels good.

His eyes open slowly, iris moving and focusing in Various degrees before they meet your form. "Hello." He simply says. "Are you my new owner?" He asks, and you nod, expecting that question. He's not been factory reset, which means even though his memory was scattered, and his system had been changed, he was still aware of everything vital. He nods, before he looks around. "I'm now supposed to run on the companion protocol, correct?" He asks, and you shrug. He's confused, as you suddenly smile at him.

"I don't know." You tell him. "Companion, Individual- what would you like?" You ask, knowing it will bring his current system to it's limits. He's not made to make decisions like that, and you think it's quite endearing to see him suddenly think like that.

"I.. choose?" He mumbles, before he looks at you seriously. "I'd like to be given a small time frame to properly research before I come to a conclusion." He says, and your eyes widen.

You look at him, still friendly as ever. "So, you want to figure out what you want first?" You ask, and he nods, a bit hesitantly. "Okay. Just tell me when you've made up your mind then." You say, and he nods.

"What are my daily tasks?" He asks, and you shrug again. "This is frustrating." He says, and you laugh at that.

It's weird to hear it. But he notes it down as a positive response from you.

"Just don't burn the house down while trying to cook or something." You joke, and he seems to take it seriously.

"Why would I set your home aflame while attempting to cook? I'm not even capable of either task.." He says, and you get up, grinning.

"Don't worry so much. Just properly charge for now- we'll see what's gonna happen as it happens." You say.

He nods.

Jungkook knows that around 75% of fatal accidents occur in a mere household. He also knows, that a regular home is the safest place to live. Yet there he was, on the floor, holding his ears as an attempt to block out the sound of his nightmares. "Jungkook?" You ask, as you turn off the microwave. He's still shaking as you sit down in front of him, close- but not touching, unknowing if he would react to that negatively or not. "Can you hear me?" You ask, and he hesitantly retracts his hands from his ears, letting the sound in again. The beeping of the microwave is now gone, only the soft ticking of your clock on the wall and the buzzing of your fridge remain. "I'm sorry that scared you." You say, smiling apologetically as he shakes his head, face serious. His eyes move frantically as they glow an orange hue, showing his system status.

"No, I should apologize." He says. "I don't know why I displayed this reaction to a mere household object." He admits, and you open the microwave to take out your meal, before sitting down on the kitchen floor. "You shouldn't do that- the tiles are very cold-" He starts, but you wave him off.

"Its fine. Both." You say. "You're probably still confusing some sounds and things with your past use as a warzone model. So it's normal- your system has to adapt. You have to adapt." You say. "We all need some time to heal after what you've been through." You say.

He sits quietly after those words, watching you as he goes through his research on you. You're a very unusual individual, displaying a lot of behaviors he hasn't seen before. You take care of everything with a sense of care that makes him come to the conclusion that you're probably treating the machines and robots like living beings. Such as the oldschool robot-dog that he's seen under your living room table. It's currently charging, but he's seen you interact with it- genuinely displaying happiness and excitement at the very basic AI of the pet-robot that's missing a leg.

Its broken, just like him. But you're taking care of it, just like you take care of him.

You're very caring with him, too. He's seen you search for skin patches that match his color almost perfectly, even though they were more expensive than the usual models found in stores. You apologize for 'hurting' him, even though it's sometimes nescessary to repair him. You ask him about opinions, and let him roam around freely around the house.

You're a very friendly person.

And he, unknown to you, starts to create new files inside his system.

You're not there when he wakes up the next day.

He scans the house for any movement, but there is none that would lead him to the conclusion that you're there. There's no sign of you, and he becomes frantic, suddenly.

If his system would've worked properly like it should have, he would've remembered that you had told him yesterday that you would make a small trip to the local grocery store around the corner. But his system isn't working properly, already displaying several scenarios of you getting hurt, or vanishing, or leaving him alone.

He’d seen it before, so many times, hell; he’d been the reason of so many deaths in the first place and it never bothered him. So why was his internal system going absolute haywire at the mere idea of something happening to you? It was to be expected really- with how fragile you are, mentally and physically, it was bound to happen at some point. So why, if he knew it deep down already, did it make his pulse race and his skin feel weird?

You’d told him to stay home, but there was no way he’d be able to let you out of his sight. Because no, there were no emotions involved; they’d been restricted for him at the beginning after all, he was simply looking out for you. Probably a bug, maybe his system thought you were someone to be protected, a new mission to keep him occupied, that was probably it. It wasn’t because you had been so sweet with him, it wasn’t because of how gently you were in correcting him whenever he did something bad, it wasn’t because you were an absolute divine being in his eyes.

“Kook?” You said, an almost painful huff of breath escaping you when he crashed into you, holding you, his arms squeezing you a bit and his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, every sense drinking you in, saving the proof that you were okay, you were real, you were completely fine. “I-“ you started, and his eyes ripped open, suddenly realizing that he may be hurting you. As if burned he reacted, hands hovering over your shoulders as he looked you over.

“I apologize, I’m so sorry, does it hurt bad-“ he spoke hurriedly, eyes already glazing over with tears he didn’t even knew he could shed. Why did he suddenly feel so upset? His entire system was overloading, tears finally flowing and disrupting his sight so badly that he didn’t see your face anymore; sending him into panic even more. “I’m sorry- I’m-“ he pressed out, but there was nothing working anymore it seemed.

Only a few minutes later did he slowly come back to his senses, first thing he noticed being the way you held his body close, softly speaking to him while you were petting his head. It was such a weird sensation, yet it somehow soothed his mind back, as he realized that you were both on the ground. He was way too heavy, why were you doing that? But when he tried to get up, you held him tightly. “Take a Moment, Jungkook. You’re okay, I’m okay, just a breathe, yeah?” You said, and he nodded. “Let’s go back inside then yeah?” You softly said, and he nodded.

“But you need to buy groceries. We don’t have sufficient stock of-“ he started, but you giggled, the sound something he knew he liked. He didn’t quite know what to think of his newly found preferences for things, but he simply let it happen for now.

Because liking you could never be a mistake, he decided.

He calls out for you one day, his hands holding something you can't see yet. His eyes are wide open, his optics moving around frantically as he calls again. "Creator, please!" He calls, as you finally spot him, walking over as he looks at you with a worried expression. "Please- I don't know what to do. She flew against our window and probably has a concussion- you can help her, right?" He says, and you don't get curious as to why he immediately knows the birds gender and diagnosis; he can scan the tiny body, after all.

"Ah, come into the kitchen." You say, and he follows quickly, still delicately holding the tiny body in his palm, careful not to drop it. "Lets put her in a box and a nice quiet place, yeah? She'll recover on her own probably." You reassure him as he watches you place her in an old box without a lid. "Put her where you found her, okay? That way she'll know her way back easier." You tell him, and he nods, determined, as he walks back towards where he had found the bird.

Jungkook, in a way, was slowly changing nowadays.

He was a curious being, always eager to learn about the most mundane things. True to his purpose he picked up on things very easily; learning how to draw and paint very quickly. He had recently gotten interested in a video game you used to play before your work took over your time- and you loved seeing him have genuine fun with it.

He wasn't doing things anymore because they were asked of him. Or because they were an order.

He was developing hobbies, you'd noticed.

Of course you kept Jin updated about all of these things, and he had been happy to learn that his reboot was going well- joking around that he was glad he hadn't killed you in your sleep yet. And while, at first, you were quite wary of him walking around the apartment, nowadays, you couldn't imagine Jungkook even hurting a fly.

Just like with that tiny bird.

He was a gentle soul, simply a bit clumsy sometimes- apologizing over and over after breaking your alarm clock once, the alarm setting off another one of his 'episodes'- moments of flashbacks he got from his past purpose in war. You had reassured him and had let him watch as you fixed it again, praising him along when he gave you the right tools.

Praise. That was something he seeked as well.

And it wasn't just that he wanted aknowledgement of his own achievements. It was more your attention that he wanted. He wanted to be around you whenever possible, even sometimes dancing around the topic of maybe sharing a bed one day- but he had also been wary of hurting you in your sleep, by rolling over or something alike.

Always so thoughtful.

But he would be able to hold you that day; when you had complained about being tired, he had suggested a nap to you. Instantly taking on that chance, you laid down, rolling over as he was still on the couch with you, already having laid down prior. He was unsure at first where to put his hands, until he decided to just go for the common human way of affection; holding you close.

And he made a note inside his system, that he truly deeply enjoyed the feeling.

He finds you on the couch, crying, after an argument on the phone. That in itself isn't the issue he's having, however- it's the sudden wave of protectiveness rolling over him, drowning his senses as he walks over to you, his orange glowing eyes now scanning your form. "What did he do?" He asks, knowing that it was a former partner of yours, constantly calling you asking for money. It's a bad habit of yours that you can't seem to say no; and now that you did for once, he had bitten your ear off with bad remarks and names you'd rather not repeat. "I'll hurt him, just say the word. He needs to feel the same pain you do-" He's shaking a little, you can see it now; his hands unsure where to place themselves, his eyes watching over you, his breathing a little faster. He starts again, and you put a hand on his shoulder to stop his words.

“Jungkook no, he didn’t hurt me in like, a physical way.” You tried to explain, tears now forgotten as you try to calm the Android on your couch down- still absolutely terrified by your state. “I’m gonna be fine.” You say, but he doesn’t seem convinced. Or is it something else?

“But why am I hurting?” He asks suddenly, and your eyes widen. Well, why was he? Technically he was capable of understanding emotions, that wasn’t shocking. What was confusing to you however was just how he was able to share your pain. And it was obvious he did; the way his eyes glistened and his body shivered, overwhelmed by whatever was happening. “Why does it hurt to see you hurt?” He almost whispers, lost with the situation.

Jungkook was indeed a very weird android- you’ve noticed that long ago already. He was emotional, sometimes moody, and slowly began to develop an actual personality the more he was living with you.

Something his model shouldn’t be capable of.

And maybe that should scare you- maybe that should worry you, maybe you should call up support for answers, but you don’t. You do what’s best for yourself and what you think is best for him in that moment; you lean forward, and wrap your arms around him. And it doesn’t feel at all like an android you’re hugging in that moment, because an android wouldn’t cry with you. An android wouldn’t hold you like this, wouldn’t tremble in your hold like this. It makes it easy to forget that Jungkook isn’t human.

And that in itself is absolutely dangerous.

Somehow, his system had bypassed the blockade to his emotional capacities.

He had noticed it ever since you had been out to restock groceries by yourself, but he had been a little unsure back then. He now knows, for sure, that something had happened.

It was confusing, to say the least.

So many things were somehow suddenly starting to fall into place for him; his favoritism to being close to you, or his system failing whenever you weren't nearby. It also makes sense that he's standing right in front of your bedroom door that night, knocking as you open it. He feels a weird sense of protectiveness seeing you tired and vulnerable like that, and he sits down on the side of the bed where you join him. "Is everything okay?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

Nothing is okay, everything is confusing, and he's unsure what to quite think of all of this. "I feel.. confused. Scared. There's.. fear, in me, boiling up and interrupting my thoughts." He explains, and you nod.

"Feeling is scary, huh?" You ask, as he looks at you.

"How do you do it?" He asks, and you lean your head a bit to the side in question. "There's.. so much of it. How do you.. separate it, keep it in order? Its all over the place, and it's.. so distracting. Its so overwhelming- I can't seem to calm down." He mumbles, serious face turning frustrated as his fingers play with the fabric of his pants.

"We don't." You say. He looks at you for a moment, before you continue. "We just.. let it run through us, I guess. If you don't, it'll make you sick after a while. " You say, and he looks at you.

"But.." He starts. "I fear I might start to display reactions a male android model isn't supposed to openly display." He almost whispers.

"You don't have to openly do it." You reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, before moving a bit, body facing him as you open your arms. "It's just me; and I won't judge. You can be whoever you want with me, Jungkook." You say, and he lays down next to you in your arms, momentarily enjoying the quietness and closeness of the affectionate gesture.

"There are no bad feelings, Jungkook." You tell him, and he listens, as he lets them run through him, just like you told him. The sadness, the comfort of your body against his, the.. adoration he feels towards you. Everything, even though it hurts him, physically, something he only ever thought was a artistic way of describing emotions. "There are only wrong actions." You say. "If you feel the need to cry, cry. If you're angry, scream, shout, or find something to channel that into. But if you bottle it up-" You say, "they will lead to mistakes. They will bring pain, and they will bring remorse."

His voice is strained as he talks. "But how do I know when to act on them, and when not to?" He says, and you chuckle.

"You'll learn, Jungkook." You reassure him. "You'll learn."

And he nods against your shoulder, before you can feel him shake a little less, quiet sobs racking through his body until his exhausted body falls asleep to charge.

"Remarkable." Jin comments, as he watches the lines and lines of codes. "He has started to self-code his own system. He's quite literally learning." He says. "All by himself. This is amazing." He says, before he disconnects Jungkook.

"He's still a bit jumpy sometimes, and the microwave is still his worst enemy-" You say, as Jungkook reboots again, eyes slowly focusing as they start to glow again. "But he really is amazing." You say, and Jungkook beams at that, proudly smiling.

It's rare for an android to display such emotions, and he's still often very much void of any clear visual feedback in terms of facial expressions- but he's learning, and he's evolving, growing, in a way. Seokjin closes the panel on the back of Jungkooks neck, as the android stands up to walk closer to you. "Jungkook." Jin says, and the android turns towards the young man. "Do you look after her well?" He asks, and Jungkook nods. "Make sure she stays hydrated during the day, yeah? I highly doubt she's told you she struggles with that." He says, and you whine, as Jungkooks head whips around, eyes scanning your body as he furrows his brows.

"Creator, you need to drink at least 2.5 Liters of water per day. It's vital for your health, which is already very delicate." He says, and you glare at Jin for telling him anything about that.

"I'm fine- and also, please don't call me creator. I'm not anything like that." You say, picking up the walking puppy-robot as Jungkook nods.

"What should I call you then?" He asks, and Jin perks up.

"Call her baby!"

"Jin NO-!"

"No matter what she tells you-" Jin says, holding Jungkooks shoulders as he looks at him seriously. "She likes it." He says, and Jungkook, serious as ever, nods, noting it down, as you groan.

"I hate you both!" You say, and Jungkooks eyes widen.

"You.." He says, voice almost not heard over the laugh of Jin. "Hate me?" He asks, and you immediately regret your words. Jungkook still hasn't figured out sarcasm yet- the entire concept still a little too complicated for his system to grasp, so you walk closer to him, holding his cheeks in your hands.

"No no no, I don't, I could never-" You promise him, as he nods with already glossy eyes. "I just said it as a joke, okay?" You say, and he nods again, biting his lip a little before Jin clears his throat.

"I'll head off now." He says, already putting on his coat. "Thank you for letting me see him- it's really amazing to see him grow like that." He says, and you nod, giving him a short hug before he leaves.

And for some reason, Jungkook feels jealous, watching you so close to him.

Jungkook is in love with you.

He's come to that conclusion all by himself, and he's proud of it, but he's also very unsure about it. He has done a lot of research, scanned every source he could find and validate; and he has found a new interest in activities humans do in relationships to show their partner love and affection. He's not stupid, he knows what intimacy is, and is also aware that he's capable of doing these things with you; but he's also a little unsure, if you'd want that.

After all, there's nothing he could give you.

So one night, he stands in front of your door again, knocking, as you open it.

"Do you think.." He starts. "I'm capable of love?" He asks, and you look at him. "Because I think.. no, I am very sure I love you." He admits, and you get up, but there's no stopping him. "I don't know what it's like for you, but I have observed my newfound emotions, and there's a pattern I've detected; whenever I'm with you, around you, whenever you give me attention, or when you touch me, theres always the same emotions involved; there's this need to take care of you, to keep you safe, to be close." He rambles, and you listen to him as he talks, walking closer to you as his hands find your shoulders. "There's this.. urge, to partake in human intimacy with you. I want to.. show affection the common way, like kissing you, or holding you, things like that." Your cheeks grow a little red. "But I don't know if you are experiencing the same things. My research shows that.. that we could only do these things, if it's the same for you." He says, and then, almost as if hes whispering. "Is it?" He asks, and you struggle to answer. "Do you.. feel the same.?" He asks again, waiting for you to say anything at all.

You stay silent.

Its a sunday when a letter arrives at your home.

When you open it, there's several papers inside; Jungkooks personality tests, official papers that make it possible for him to leave on his own. When he reads them, he's serious, as he watches you smile at him.

"Jungkook, this is great, isn't it?" You say, trying hard to not let it show that you dread letting go of him. "You can finally get an apartment- maybe make something out of your talents, and earn a living. You're free to go now." You say, biting the inside of your cheek as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"But.." He starts, softly. "I'm yours." He states, and you shake your head, swallowing hard.

"Jungkook no.. you're you. No one owns you anymore." You say, and he suddenly shakes his head, throwing the papers in the kitchen sink as he walks towards you, his hands on your shoulders.

He looks at you, serious, as his optics focus on you. "You were the one who told me that every machine should be treated with respect." He states, as you look away from him, his hands shaking you a little as he tries to get your attention back on him. "You said even we androids have souls." He says.

"I did, but-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"And if we do, if we really do-" He speaks, his hands now holding your head, his face drenched in desperation. "Than it belongs to you." He states, and your eyes widen. "It's yours." He repeats. "If having it for myself means I have to leave you, I don't want it."

"I don't.. want to take advantage of you, Jungkook." You say. "You're.. everything is still new to you, I don't want you to regret this-" You start, and he leans down.

"I won't. I've run every possible scan I could, calculated every possible outcome, you know I can't lie to you. I could never regret this.." He says, as he leans down a little. "Can I..?" He asks, and you smile, jumping over your own shadow in a way, as you give him a nod. "I.. can you.. say it?" He asks. "Just once?"

You take his hands in yours, as you lean closer. "I love you, Jungkook." You say, and he gasps, his systems going absolute haywire in the best ways possible. He's again filled with emotions, but this time, they don't hurt; they make him feel light, as if he weighs nothing, they make him close his eyes because suddenly even the slightest light is too bright for his optics.

"Again." He asks, and you comply.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

He sighs, as his lips finally meet yours.

There's no magical fireworks or anything like that- but Jungkook decides that he doesn't need these things. The feeling itself, the emotions flooding his body are enough to outshine any beauty of reality itself. There's nothing he could ever compare to this, he decides.

He's unsure if Androids have instincts, but in that moment, for the first time, he doesn't care. This seems to be one of those situations to let his emotions run through him, lead him, show him what to do, he decides. His hands roam over your skin, ears catching every sound you make as he moves on autopilot it seems. He's letting go, he's finally doing something he really wants.

And it's all thanks to you- you've given him the chance to be himself.

You've given him the gift of feeling loved, as he finally comes as close to you as lovers ever could; entering you carefully, senses on high alert as he feels your walls around his length. He had been unsure of why pleasure seemed to be described as fun and intimate, but now he can relate to these claims fully. He's so full of love, so overwhelmed, that he simply rests his forehead on your naked shoulder, eyes closed as he simply lets himself feel. He doesn't care about his whines and groans, only focusing on you and your body, on the feedback every muscle sends to his systems, enjoying the way you make him feel.

Its truly magical, he notices.

He doesn't even notice his nor your orgasm at all, but it doesn't matter.

Because at the end of the night, he finally holds you close. Not like before, but this time, as lovers.

"I've given her exactly 0.26 milliliters of a 1 to 1 water and fruit sugar mixture every day at appropriate times." Jungkook seriously tells the vet, as he looks at the bird on the metal table.

"I see. Good job." He praises, before looking at you. "A warzone-type?" He asks, and you nod. "Barely noticable. I have one too, that's how I knew." He comments, before he turns to Jungkook again. "I'd say the bird simply likes your company, Jungkook. She just want's to stay with you That's why she comes back." He explains.

"Like me and Baby?" He asks, and you giggle at the nickname Jungkook keeps using.

"Yes, like you and her." Namjoon says, utterly entertained by you and Jungkook. "So I'd say let her be around. She's perfectly healthy, otherwise." He says, and Jungkook turns around, box in hand, as he smiles.

It's quiet that evening, sun slowly setting and drenching the walls of your shared apartment in a golden glow. Jungkook watches your sleeping form, leaned against him on the couch, as he simply remembers all of the things he's experienced because of you.

He truly is a machine capable of love.

Because you taught him how.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #Android Jungkook #robot Jungkook #bts reactions

[darlinsam]

patreon preview spoilers for inversion !! video 5

please don’t read if you don’t want to see major spoilers

before we fully get into this post i just want to include the trigger warnings that were put onto this video: [listener mortally wounded][character mortally wounded][consensual turning into Vampire][character angst][serious emotional distress][empathic overload][trauma response][auditorily and emotionally intense][raised voices/screaming][wolf snarling, fighting sounds][aggressive tone and language][listeners and characters in life-threatening danger, emotional distress][crisis depiction][unresolved crisis situation] — oh my god ???

:) so as you can see this video had me shaking before it even started, this is probably going to be another long post as WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED

okay firstly, milo and lasko’s friendship keeps growing and it’s so so cute and so lovely :( lasko being nervous to talk in front of lots of people to put ahead milo’s plan and saying he’s not the right person for it and milo just being so encouraging and supportive of him telling him how because of that it makes him the perfect person to do it :( like it’s just so nice to see lasko being supported like that, and it’s so nice to see that of milo’s character

also milo being protective over sweetheart and not wanting them to be apart of his plan as he doesn’t want them to get in trouble with the department,, he’s honestly taking care of so much in these videos and looking out for everyone it’s really so amazing to see

and then we have the two big events that happened in that video…

asher getting injured </3 i honestly thought for a moment that we’d actually lost him. when he got hurt and david shifted and instantly called out for sam’s help, my heart was breaking for david. hearing david sob and show so many emotions is a side we rarely see of davey and it reminded of how we see him when he talks about gabe. but like, this was almost worst as we got to see davey in that moment of panic that history may repeat itself but this time with his best friend,,

and sam !! telling david that you don’t need to learn how to heal you just have to want to help and david saying he would do anything. goddddd </3 also the first thing asher saying after gaining consciousness is “ow” he’s so cute :( and the relief from davey after that was such a nice moment to see between them

i’m actually convinced david and asher are soulmates though like their connection and friendship really runs so deep and they really do love each other :(

okay and lastly, vincent and lovely… holy fuc—

OKAYYY um, oh my god.

the little moment we got to see before the shades came when they were sharing kisses and vincent was telling them how when the portal opened it reminded him of the feelings he felt when adam took them </3 it was all really sweet like you all know vincent is my number one and i was like this is so cute

HAHA WRONG

when lovely got attacked by the shades and you could just hear vincent in the background my heart was breaking because he loves lovely so so much and you could hear how scared he was

and then again, when he called out for sam and sam came and found vincent trying to heal lovely :( and vincent being like why won’t it work :( oh my god and sam saying it won’t do anything and no one can heal them inside or outside the ward

(at this point i was PANICKING i was like this is it the vincent story line is over what am i going to do with my life)

but then oh my god,, it finally happened vincent turns lovely !!! no but can we just take a minute,, because although lovely is on the verge of lifelessness vincent still asks lovely if it’s okay to turn them and he would only do it if that’s what they wanted. he’s so so respectful and it’s just the complete opposite to sam’s turning story :(

vincent telling lovely how this would be forever and that he would spend eternity with them . heart BROKE

the aftermath of this is going to be so interesting and their storyline is going to take such a turn i’m really excited to see what happens to these two especially as lovely just got used to their electric powers so i really wonder how this will now go

i don’t know what is going to happen in the finale video tomorrow i’m both so scared and so excited at the same time !!

(+ more thoughts on the video)

#✰ — redacted rambles #redacted asmr #major spoilers #i don’t know how i feel rn #my sleeping pattern this week 📉📈📉📈📉

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

The best love scenes tell their own story and TharnType’s lovemaking in the shower is one of them. Lovemaking consists an intergral part of their relationship, just like their cuddles, arguments, bickering and brutal honesty. Physical intimacy is one of the many ways they communicate their love to each other. Furthermore, watching Tharn and Type make love shows the audience how far they have come in those 7 years. 

When Tharn joins him in the shower, Type isn’t the least surprised. He knowingly smiles because he’s expecting it and welcoming it, just as he’s welcoming Tharn’s hands lathering soap over his chocolate skin, soothingly gliding over Type’s back, in a move that is more a caress than anything else. It comes as a second nature to Type to enjoy Tharn’s gentle ministrations; this has clearly happened many times before over the years, but he’ll never get tired of it.

Tharn has always understood Type so well, sometimes even better than Type himself, therefore he knows that his boyfriend is still bothered by something, even after they’ve already made love on the couch once, so he asks Type what’s wrong and Type tells him because he’s used to sharing what’s on his mind with Tharn and confide in him. There are no secrets, lies or denial between them. Not anymore.

Tharn weaves his unique magic, creating a world that consists only of them, and Type lets himself fall under his mesmerizing spell. He gave up resisting Tharn a long time ago, it was useless anyway. Tharn might not solve Type’s problems, but he can make them disappear, banishing them from their little world where they don’t belong and where no one but them two exists, and Type forget them, at least for a little while. He whispers comforting words against his ear while never stopping soothingly stroking his arms and then he pecks his ear. It’s amazing how every moment is an opportunity for them to touch anywhere they can reach so no part of each other’s bodies is a taboo. Furthermore, an ear kiss is a rare sight in dramas and it speaks of a very deep and intense love.

And when Tharn rests his chin on his lover’s shoulder blade, fitting their bodies together in an intimate backhug that leaves no space between them, virtually glueing them together, Type smiles his shy secret giddy smile that always appear on his face whenever Tharn cuddles him from behind and nuzzles his back. In Tharn’s warm embrace, Type feels happy and at peace, his worries forgotten, because Tharn, his personal recharger, always manages to calm and cheer him up. From the moment, Tharn entered the shower, he’s never stopped smiling.

Type might not have a penchant for grand romantic gestures like Tharn, but he’s thoughtful and romantic in his own unique way just like when he gathers his courage and shyly asks Tharn about the 7th anniversary present. The whole moment is a parallel to the time Type found about Tharn’s birthday 7 years ago. Type always asks his boyfriend what he wishes for because he wants to give Tharn something he truly desires and needs since Tharn has given Type so much and always manages to make Type blissfully happy with his surprise gifts, just like that glamping date in their living room. 

Tharn turns Type around and pins him against the wall, caging him between his strong arms, because he yearns to see those expressive bambi eyes, so soft and pliant just for him. 

Those dark eyes which tell him so much about Type, they are like a window inside his heart and soul, but above all, he sees himself reflected in them together with Type’s love and longing for him. And who can blame him when Type looks at him so expectantly and lovingly. 

It doesn’t matter what Tharn wished for because Type would have given anything he asked. But Tharn wants only him. He wanted only him for his 19th birthday and he’s always wanted only him since the moment Type had walked into their tiny dorm room 7 years ago. After all that time, nothing has changed. And Type grins like a fool because he realizes it. 

While the idea of marriage makes him reluctant, there is no doubt in Type’s mind that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Tharn, being loved by Tharn and love him in return. 

He promises Tharn those 70 years which is his whole life, his own forever,  without hesitation, eagerly and willingly.

Tharn and Type pledge their whole lives to each other and that instinctively leads them to consummate their love in the most beautiful and natural way possible. It feels nostalgic and reminiscent of another moment they shared together in a different shower a long time ago. 

The visual similarities only highlight the narrative differences. Back then, Type was hindered by his inexperience, trepidations, doubts and homophobia, making his touches shy and tentative. Type had a very limited sexual experience compared to Tharn when they met and Tharn became his teacher in many things, including sex. 

He was the one who taught him the difference between fucking and making love. Tharn might forever remain Type’s first man, but now, after 7 years together, they are equally matched both emotionally and physically. 

So no more sexual discoveries for them because now, they know each other’s bodies better than their own and what the other person likes, too. The stubble on their chins, a stark remainder that they are no longer teenage boys but adult men.

It’s incredible how both actors manage to express a wide spectrum of complex emotions - love, desire, physical release,... - using only their eyes, facial expressions and body language, making you feel exactly what they feel in this very moment.

Even before Tharn gently cradles Type’s neck and brushes his thumb sensually over his collarbone, their eyes have been roaming over each’s over taut muscles, travelling down to look unabashedly towards the other man’s crotch. 

Their eyes are smiling at each other and then their gasps and the smacking of their lips reverberating in the shower stall prove how palpably real, tangible and deeply in love these two men are. Lost in their kiss, devouring and sucking their wet lips.

When Tharn lifts Type up as if he weighted nothing and Type wraps his arms and legs around Tharn with ease, fingers digging into his neck, it feels so practiced like they’ve done it countless times.For Tharn and Type, seeking each other’s warmth, craving to be joined in flesh feels spontanenous and natural like breathing, they NEED to be as close to each other as physically possible on a visceral level, with no barriers and space between. No other series addresses the realities of gay sex like TharnType does. They have done it once on the couch so Type’s already prepared and Tharn can take him immediately, thrusting into his tight heat. Because no matter how many times they’ve been together like this, it will never be enough. 

Their lovemaking is a sensory overload - visual, acoustic, tactile, olfactory,... - the picture of them together, the echo of their moans and water flowing down their bodies and sounds of a body meeting another body, the scent of their skin, the taste of their lips,... Watching all of this through a glass makes you feel like you are intruding on a private, deeply intimate moment.

It’s hard to catch a glimpse of Tharn’s expression while he’s slamming into Type since the camera’s focus is on Type’s pleasure and so is Tharn’s. Because this has always been about Type, about making him forget everything that troubles him. It’s a way of allowing the audience to see Type through Tharn’s eyes. There is this fleeting moment of Tharn looking up to Type and watching him getting lost in pleasure through half-lidded eyes full of desire. Type has this innate ability to completely let go and lose himself in the overwhelming pleasure that Tharn gives him and Tharn gets off on the sight of it because he knows that in that moment there is no one else on Type’s mind but Tharn and the pleasure he brings him. The sight of Type being completely his - heart, body and soul - is his ultimate aphrodisiac and kink. 

Trapped against the wall, in his embrace, Type is his to keep, his to ravish, his to love. There, Tharn’s lips and nose brush against his favourite spot - the crook of Type’s neck - where he can smell Type’s sweet boy scent.

There are so many little details which add so much nuance to the whole moment, making it feel incredibly erotic, raw, passionate and real:  Tharn’s hands holding Type close, Type’s palms on Tharn’s on shoulders pulling him near, their lips mimicking the movement of their bodies below, Type being pushed up by the force of Tharn moving inside him,...

And when Type finally cums, he slams his hand on the glass, clenched in utter abadon, letting go of his hold on Tharn’s shoulders because he has complete trust in his lover and feels protected in Tharn’s powerful arms. He knows that Tharn will always keep him safe and never let him fall.

#tharntype #mewgulf #gulf kanawut #mew suppasit #tharntype 2: 7 years of love #analysis

[sopercabeth]

Coffee Cups & Terrible Liars

Hello! This is a fanfic I wrote back in 2017 when Scorpion still existed. Simpler times, I guess :-( It was originally published on my profile in FFN (@dauntlessmermaid) but I figured it was time for it to see the light of day here on Tumblr. 

If you wish to read it on FFN, click here

Summary:  "Well, he had talked to her, once. A very short, very uncomfortable conversation with his usual unfiltered self and a poorly delivered diagnosis of anemia that went just about as good as anyone would expect. " A Coffee Shop AU in which Walter is strangely fixated on a certain honey-colored haired barista and he's a little too keen on finding out why.

A/N: I do not own Scorpion or any content/characters related to the show. All rights belong to CBS :) Enjoy!

Unlike many people, Walter O'Brien found the thunderous bad weather sort of soothing. Especially given that the odds of seeing one in Los Angeles weren't very promising these days.

The surprisingly loud and rhythmic chirping of the rain drops against the roof top and the occasional thunder booming in the distance worked wonders by silencing his overloaded mind for a bit. Walter was inclined to believe that, even without his eidetic memory, the rain would always bring him back to Callan's endless green landscapes and simple lifestyle. This time instead, seeing the already flooded streets turning into rivers of dirt and all kinds garbage, he thought this thunderstorm was not really bringing back sweet childhood memories. Not that he had many of them to speak of…

The electricity had been down for almost an hour now, and even with the rain easing his mind he was beginning to feel as anxious as the blond-haired boy two tables ahead of him, who had been fidgeting with his bag since the first droplets of rain. Usually, Walter enjoyed spending time at Kovelsky's Coffee Shop; it was the most decent place to get his, and occasionally the team's, morning caffeine that was a comfortable drive away from the garage. But right now he wasn't very comfortable with the thought of how much work awaited him at the garage when he couldn't exactly drive there through the rain in his god forsaken Volkswagen. So he'd been stationed here, sitting on a vinyl lounge chair with no more company than an empty coffee cup, a kid suffering from severe anxiety and the shop's staff.

Walter remembered feeling quite proud about discovering Kovelsky's almost four weeks ago on his way home from a job. Ever since their first coffee pot had died, the team had agreed to take turns on who was in charge of buying their daily coffee and Walter stumbling into Kovelsky's the day prior to his turn, had been of the likes of a miracle; if such thing existed, of course.

A week after this astounding discovery, he'd been a little too proud enough to let it slip the moment Toby started his daily rant about having to get his coffee elsewhere again due to their second coffee pot —a gift from a client— also dying under suspicious circumstances.

He rarely shared personal information with the behaviorist knowing it would ultimately lead to an over-analysis on the potential emotional background of his most trivial choices, but this coffee machine problem had consumed his already sparse patience and truth be told, he ─or the team as a whole, for that matter─ didn't function properly before drinking an early morning dose of caffeine. That and the funny name he’d asked the barista to write on Toby’s coffee cup, had been the ideal set of variables that resulted in Toby successfully getting in his toes that morning. 

"I knew you were behind those ridiculous names on my coffee cups!" he said before taking a swig of his coffee "You tell that hot brunette barista that I'll be paying her a visit to get our order next time"

Walter choked on his drink. He grimaced, tongue burned.

An image of Kovelsky's barista, Paige, sprang in his mind flashing him a genuine smile as she handed him his order and change that same morning. Besides having Walter's lack of social skills as a disadvantage, he'd picked on the hint in Toby's snarky comment surprisingly fast. Walter made use of all his willpower to not blurt out more things that could potentially drag him even deeper into the hole, like the actual shade of brown of the hot brunette barista's hair, for starters.

"Just thought I needed an appropriate comeback for Emotional Dumpster Fire and Ego-maniac" he counterattacked, perhaps a little too late.

Walter cursed himself for hesitating on that last remark. Now, he was sure he had seen those nicknames in his coffee cups sometime in the past, but he didn't really know if either of them had been written on the ones Toby had ordered for him. So,as a result of him trying to cover up his slip, his brain had acted on his usual unfiltered auto-pilot.

Toby clicked his tongue, his lips curving into his trademark devilish grin. "You are such a terrible liar, mi amigo" he said, his fingers tapping on his cup excitedly "by the way I highly suspect of you deliberately messing up our new pot, but I'll let it go in the light of this new interesting chain of events"

Had he not being busy taking another glorious sip of his coffee, Walter might've even blushed at that last comment. He had indeed messed up said coffee machine, not intentionally at least and certainly not because keep going to Kovelsky's had been his plan all along (something he surprisingly didn't mind at all). In fact, and much to Walter's embarrassment, the sudden and disastrous malfunction of the machine had come off as a result of his first (and probably last) attempt at replicating Cinnamon dream, Paige's coffee recommendation of the week.

"T-that's not—"

"It was definitely a clever move to keep visiting our friend at Kovelsky's, actually" Toby said, cutting off his embarrassing stutter.

"What was a clever move to keep visiting our friend at Kovelsky's?" Sylvester, who apparently had been able to eavesdrop on Toby's last remark, asked as he joined them at the kitchen to get the lone apple that awaited him on the countertop "do we have a friend at Kovelsky's?"

"You all know, Kovelsky's?" Walter asked, his eyes shifting between both the mathematician and the behaviorist in bewilderment.

"That's the place where I get our coffee orders on Wednesdays, sometimes" Sylvester said as he proceeded to wash his apple in the sink behind Walter.

"You don't drink coffee" Walter added.

Sylvester hunched his shoulders. "You try telling Happy that"

"It's alright, pal" Toby added as he slid his free arm across Walter's shoulders "we've all had a crush on a coffee shop barista"

"What coffee shop barista?" Cabe asked. The homeland agent had arrived at just the perfect time to also eavesdrop on a conversation that should have never happened in the first place.

Walter visualized slapping himself hard in the face.

"The one this emotional dumpster fire is crushing on, of course" the behaviorist said, tightening his leverage on his shoulders.

"I don't have a crush on Paige" he snapped.

Oh boy.

While he listened to Toby and Cabe's frantic bursts of laughter, Walter finally said his goodbyes to a peaceful day at Scorpion's headquarters. There was no possible way that either of them would let go of that. Paige's name slipping from his lips had officially sealed his coffin.

"Did Paige put that cinnamon in your coffee as well?" Toby asked mockingly as he finally released Walter's shoulders and walked away in the direction of his desk.

Walter avoided visiting Kovelsky's for pretty much the entirety of the following week, something that did not go unnoticed by Toby, of course. He was fast to voice his utter disappointment regarding Walter's sudden interest in Yorkshire tea instead of his usual order from said coffee shop.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to buy a new coffee pot. Not out of sentimentalism, of course, but good old pride. Buying a new pot out of the blue would mean something for Toby, and he was definitely not backing up the shrink's theories on Walter's alleged emotions being awakened by the waitress.

A particularly loud thunder pulled Walter out of his reverie, his eyes falling to the empty cup atop the coffee table in front of him. The sight of his own name on it seemed foreign to him, as if he had somehow misspelled it his entire life. A ridiculous musing, if he actually put some thought to it, but the truth was that he found Paige's handwriting aesthetically beautiful, even when he had her write those absurd nicknames he'd come up for Toby.

Her little burst of laughter was worth the embarrassment, he thought.

Before this moment, Walter hadn't paid much attention to her handwriting, but he had indeed been observant of other things about her in the sporadic (but also uncomfortable) events in which they had interacted. And so he had come to associate the barista's light temper, energetic personality (surely a suitable behavior for someone who served at least a hundred customers per day) and overall appearance with a very neutral, pretty much basic handwriting style.

On the contrary, Paige had a very nice cursive handwriting with just the right amount of edges and curls to make it both elegant and practical enough to read effortlessly. 

He’d been wrong all along, of course. But when had he ever been right about people? It wasn’t exactly his department.The genius was a lot of things but a Harvard trained psychologist, so how in the world, ─and taking in consideration his close to non-existent social skills─ would he be able to decode a woman if he hadn't even properly talked to her?

He had talked to her just once. A very short, very uncomfortable conversation with his usual unfiltered self and a poorly delivered diagnosis of anemia that went just about as good as anyone would expect. Of course, not even a clinically addicted gambler like Toby would bet on the odds of him getting the chance to engage into yet another disastrous conversation with her. Walter wouldn't have blamed him either.

Walter shook his head in annoyance. He was definitely not happy with the turn his thoughts were taking. Especially since he was still incapable of figuring out what was that he found so intriguing about this woman. Or why he felt compelled to make these ridiculous assumptions about her, like the way she wrote his name on a paper container. Besides, by being a regular customer for almost three weeks, Walter couldn't act like he actually knew this woman. He represented 15 minutes of a 24-hour day in her life, not even a 2 percent of it, if put in perspective.

Walter sighed and risked a quick glance in Paige's direction. She had abandoned her place behind the bar and was trying to offer some kind of pastry to the fidgety kid sitting two tables ahead of him. 

He vaguely reminded him of a younger version of Sylvester, his feet tapping nervously on the floor as he examined a particular set of equations on the board of the garage. If the kid was anything like him, Walter doubted she'd make much progress in easing his anxiety.

But there she was, a couple of minutes later, gently ruffling up his hair as she handed him a freshly-baked chocolate muffin. “Thank you” the kid said a few moments later, both his hands too occupied picking on the pastry to continue their nervous tapping on the table. 

The streets had been unsually packed the day of his return to Kovelsky’s a few days later resulting in Walter arriving much later than expected. There was a relatively short line of customers, —probably because six forty-five was not quite the busy hour for the coffee shop— which meant he could possibly shorten his visit and return to the garage to finish the tedious task of testing governmental software security for the hundredth time. With the deadline approaching at a seemingly faster pace, Walter and Sylvester's progress turned out slower than anticipated and the genius had been forced to rely on Toby and Happy's coding skills to get the last patches of the firewall revised. It would have been the only way they’d be able to deliver the results in time to a very irritable Deputy Director Cooper, who had not only called for updates once, but twice in a manner of twenty minutes.

As of now, the team had worked tirelessly throughout the entire night with pre-scheduled 10-minute lunch breaks to increase efficiency. But as the morning hours approached, Walter and Toby had surprisingly agreed that they could definitely use a large order of egg bagels and coffee to get through the last couple of hours before the deadline was officially up.

Walter was functioning on auto-pilot by now, which was why he initially took no notice of the familiar voice that greeted him as he approached the end of the line to order. He was already blurting out his usual coffee order before the previous client had successfully retrieved his own order from the barista’s hands.

"Good morning to you too, Walter" a familiar voice said back, laughing softly.

Walter could almost feel the color running up his face, because damn it he knew that voice too well. He scratched the back of his head nervously, his eyes rising from the brown tiles to the delicately written 'Paige' on the name tag of the woman in front of him.

"I-I’m sorry," he stuttered back, feeling utterly ridiculous "good morning, Paige"

Walter had only pronounced her name out loud a couple times before, and so it felt kind of awkward coming out of his mouth. When he finally got himself together to look up at her, she seemed like she was holding back a grin.

Paige settled for a wide smile and proceeded to tap the screen of the monitor in front of her. Walter was a bit surprised to find out she’d changed a little since the last time he saw her. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and her bangs looked slightly longer, almost reaching her eyelids now. The early morning light brought out a nice sun-kissed tone on her skin and made her eyes shine a warm hazelnut color too. Sun bathing, maybe? And hadn't the bags under her eyes lessened a little bit? Moderate sun exposure increases levels of vitamin D and may help increase overall sleep quality…

She looked quite stunning, actually.

"…than usual, today"

Walter shook his head, eyebrows scrunched up together "I'm sorry, what?"

Paige flashed him another gentle smile rendering him slightly dazed "I said you look a little more tired than usual today. Walter, are you okay?"

Apparently he was also slower than usual because it took him a whole three-seconds' time to process that question "Yes, yes, I'm fine" he said, before he resumed to the suddenly difficult task of retrieving the right amount of money from his wallet.

She raised an eyebrow at him, seemingly dissatisfied with his rushed answer.

He frowned, evidently confused, as he quickly went over the whole exchange before it finally downed on him. "I'm fine, thank you" he added.

"You're getting so much better…I'm actually proud!" she admitted, handing him the printed receipt. "You know the drill: I'll call your name when the order is ready. It shouldn't take long"

Walter was about to deliver what was most likely a completely unnecessary scientific fact when his phone buzzed inside his pocket snapping him back to reality. The security software, he thought, alarmed, as he swiped left below Toby's caller ID to answer.

"I hope you're all done with the flirting and driving your ass back with our coffees right now" he said.

"Almost there" the genius replied, cursing out loud at the time on his wristwatch. "Has Cooper showed up yet?"

"No, but it shouldn't take her more than five minutes. I don't think that woman has ever been late to something, not even her birth"

Walter rolled his eyes and looked at his wristwatch once again. Even if he sped, he'd never make it to the garage in time if he waited for his order to be ready "See you there" he said, then hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Is everything alright?" Paige asked from behind the bar, a couple feet apart from him.

"Actually…no" he replied, a silent apology drawn all over his face "I have to go"

Paige blinked, puzzled "What?"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted as he dashed through the doors and towards the parking lot.

"Walter, wait!" she shouted back, a cup holder in her hand

He was not able to see the noticeable disappointment in Paige's face.

Walter always thought he was one to get things done without complaint. 

He could take on time-sensitive and dangerous missions every day, but it had always been the ensuing paperwork that got the best of him. He was vaguely aware of the few perks of working for the government, but having to write reports and fill out endless forms every time they worked on something was far away from being considered among them. Especially because no matter how many times he reviewed said reports, they always made sure to comment on virtually anything about them: the language used, the length, the blank space on the comments section…

Walter would've given anything to ditch that insufferable task and take a look at the equations Sylvester was working on the board or see what was going on with that faint smell of smoke coming from Happy's workplace… even take a look at the book Toby was reading at the living room with his feet over the coffee table. But he was well aware that the paperwork wouldn't do itself over the night and if he neglected to work on it for another day, he might as well never do it at all.

He sighed and frowned at the insurmountable pile of paperwork before his eyes wishing he'd have some sort of supernatural ability to make it disappear. At this point he thought anything would do, though he'd like to admit that laser-like vision was one of his favorites. Walter rolled his eyes at this ridiculous trail of thought. He had to be very desperate to bring up his sparse knowledge on sci-fi material to occupy his mind.

In fact, Walter was so engrossed in the many uses he could think of for laser-like vision that he missed the knock on the door. At first, it seemed like nobody else noticed, but Toby ended up being the one to answer it, not after shooting the rest of the team a skeptical look. Cabe had left thirty minutes before, so it was rather unlikely that it'd be him, at least not with L.A. traffic this late in the afternoon. Could be another lost delivery guy…

Except that it was neither Cabe nor the disoriented delivery guy from the recently open restaurant two blocks away.

"Hi—uh, I'm sorry," she stuttered "my name is—"

"Paige" Toby interrupted her, obviously amused. Walter's eyes widened. "What a pleasant surprise…"

"Yes, uh, how did you— "Nevermind. I'm looking for Walter O'Brien?" she added, doubtful.

Three pairs of eyes turned in his direction, Toby's exceedingly amused, of course, as of Happy and Sylvester's…well, they looked mostly confused, although he doubted the mechanic's grin and raised eyebrow could be classified under confused. Walter had never stood up so fast in his life.

Keep it casual, he reminded himself.

The behaviorist seemed like he was about to deliver what was most likely a very embarrassing remark, but luckily, Walter's own curiosity beat him to it. A bright smile appeared on Paige's face as soon as he caught sight of him by his desk and left him momentarily dumbfounded —for the second time in that day, he recalled.

"Paige?" he asked, evidently confused as he rounded his desk awkwardly "W-what are you doing here?"

Walter could almost feel everyone's eyes on him, even Toby's as he politely invited the barista in and rekindled his place at the couch. The genius would've swore he heard kissing sounds as he walked past him, but was happy to see Paige didn't seem to notice when he finally approached her.

She looked the same way she did in the morning, except she had replaced the dark blue apron and white t-shirt underneath, for a loose pink camisole and a denim jacket.

"I'm so glad I found you" she said, her hazelnut eyes were beaming with excitement "you're a very difficult man to find"

"I am?" Walter shook his head "How did you know where I—"

Paige held her finger up in the air as she started rummaging inside her handbag "Hold on”.

"You dropped your wallet at the coffee shop this morning" she said, finally fishing the item from her bag.

It was indeed his wallet what Paige was holding in front of him. It looked foreign in her hand though, had he not patted his back pocket, he would've probably contemplated she was mistaken just like the lost delivery guy. It had been more than twelve hours since he'd been at the coffee shop, how could he have possibly missed that?

"It is my wallet indeed" he said.

"I hope you don't mind me looking inside for some kind of information…" she trailed off "promise I didn't take anything"

"No, no, of course not" Walter added, "I-I would've never thought—"

Paige's eyes looked warm, she smiled at him shyly.

"Thank you" he said after a short pause, bowing his head a little bit.

"No problem" she said, hunching her shoulders "you still owe big time, though"

They stood there for about half a minute looking anywhere but each other, until Walter had the common sense to take the damned wallet from her hand and put it in the back pocket of his pants. What was so intriguing about the stray lock of hair that escaped her pony tail, anyway?

"Well...It was nice seeing you again" she said, offering him a smile before she turned on her heel and headed for the door.

Walter sort of…panicked. He stretched his arm, not quite sure about what he was actually doing, and was just in time to grab the strap of her handbag as she pulled the heavy door open. The cool autumn breeze did nothing to clarify his thoughts, but for once his familiar unfiltered self served him right by blurting out the words: "Is—uh, is there any way I could…repay you?

Paige stood there, halfway in halfway out, for a terrifyingly long second that got Walter thinking about all the ways he could apologize to her, before she finally turned on her heel and faced him again, a wide grin on her face.

She then proceded to fetch a pen from her bag and stuck it between her teeth as she said "You can always try" before grabbing his arm to scribble down a series of numbers on his skin.

Walter looked to his forearm, incredulous. Was that…?

"I like Italian food, by the way" the barista said as she exited the garage.

#stuffiwrite #cbs scorpion #walter o'brien #paige dineen #team scorpion #coffee shop au #waige #the early beginning of waige magic #fluff #i miss scorpion so much #walter's nerdy unfiltered self trying to decipher his crush on a certain coffee shop barista #scorpion reimagined by me lol #fanfiction #alternativeuniverse

[babykatsu]

Star Gazing.

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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

rating: mature 🌧

genre: fluff, lil smutty(?)

warnings: kissing, suggestive, indications of sex, sexual touches, for the most part, it’s just fluff 🤧

masterlist!

synopsis: Somehow you managed to drag your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, into coming to stargaze with you. How? Quite simply, he could never say no to you. So when you brought up this very cliche date idea, as much as he wanted to refuse and decline, he couldn’t.

The navy sky above was drizzled in glistening pearly stars, arranged in different patterns and shapes. Every one of those gleaming orbs having their own meanings in the vast universe that was beyond your reach. You felt so meaningless when the sheer size of your surroundings began to sink in. Your surroundings were black, the night's trail engulfing you. The only light present was soft, just barely illuminated the atmosphere. It’s source was the moon, shining gently through the pitch void that absorbed your two bodies. The two bodies that lay comfortably on the grass below. You rested your head on Bakugous chest. Every thump of his heart was audible, the way it calmly chimed in a steady rhythm. It made this whole moment worthwhile.

As much as Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying himself. The way you felt so warm under his grasp, the way you would shudder ever so slightly when he rubbed his warm fingers against your chilled skin, even the thoughtless rambling that flowed out of your dreary mouth. It was all so soothing to him. All his brain could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like you.

He never felt like he could have something so special in his life, never a priority or thought that crossed his mind. But when you showed up, you softened him up in a way he never thought he could. All the touches he never wanted to receive, all the presents, all the sappy dates. Suddenly, he wanted them all. But he didn’t want these things from just anyone. He wanted to share these moments with you and you only.

To say he was in love was an understatement. He loved you way more than words could describe, that’s maybe why he rarely used them. You didn’t mind however, it made his rare vocal affection all the more special in your opinion. He may lack in that aspect, but he damn well knew how to spoil you in his physical gratification.

Bakugou didn’t want to give in and say he enjoyed this moment, he didn’t really want to speak either but this moment just felt so right. It felt so right to give in to his rare desire to vocally praise you as he put his pride aside.

“I love you”

His words streamed out his mouth smoothly like it was second nature to him. It came as a surprise at how normal his words sounded, especially when he used them so infrequently. As dramatic as it was, he didn’t just throw that phrase around. That’s what made stuff like this so meaningful.

You felt your face slowly warm-up until you knew for sure it had a red glint to it. A sudden swarm of butterflies paraded in your stomach and a smile grew across your face. Like a child who just received a sweet, you felt an overwhelming amount of joy flood your system, so much so you could just barely speak. Stumbling for words, you felt them bottle up at the back of your throat.

“you don’t have to say it back, dumbass”

A low raspy laugh escaped his lips, only adding to your embarrassed state. He really made you a mess with just three simple words, but that’s the dominance he held over you, and he loved every god damn second of it. He knew exactly how flustered you got as something like that. Especially when he rarely lets you hear his gratitude.

Slowly, he trailed his warm fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prick up along the attend areas. His touch felt so soft yet it had a teasing aura to it, like he knew what he was doing. And he sure did.

He knew exactly what he was doing actually. From the words that spilled out his mouth to the carefully planned touches. He was no idiot, of course, he would strategically plot this. You might as well call this your karma for giving him no choice into part taking in this silly date.

This was going to be one hell of a night for sure. You couldn’t help but wonder what treat you were in for tonight, what was he plotting?

Though you kept pondering, thoughts looming around your brain as your body melted on top of his, the gentle touches continued. And as they did, they had found there way to your jaw. The warm pads of his fingers crept up your face, it’s sudden warmth shooting a chill to crawl all over your body. His tender fingers lifted your face, an overload of emotion causing your breath to hitch and mouth to go dry.

It was so weird how even after all these years of being together, he made every interaction between you two feel like the first time. His touch never got old and your body always seemed to fall apart whenever he did so much so as to look your way with that love-filled gaze in his eyes. And once again in this very moment, your body was erupting in all sorts of ways as he literally just caressed your face.

“fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

He admitted as his eyes darkened, glazed with a shadowy glint. At this point, you felt yourself fully weaken at his words and gestures. His touches were too overwhelming and his words were sending you to cloud 9. Just simply looking at him at this moment. The way a shy light brightened his handsome features, accentuating his vermilion gaze. It was all too much to take in all at once.

“nothing’s stopping you”

You somehow managed to choke those words out, though they seemed to coil up at the tip of your tongue, resulting in it coming out as just barely a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess out of you, princess”

He knew fully well that you were in fact already a mess, you were speechless, your nerves all over the place, and most of all your body felt hot all over. That cheeky piece of shit.

“oh wait. you already are”

his hot breath trickled down your neck as he came closer to your ear, whispering his teases. Your body tensed as you felt yourself quiver, his comments making you feel so helpless it was starting to get humiliating. In false annoyance, you pouted your plump lips, returning your focus to the night sky above.

That mischievous grin that had itself so comfortable placed on bakugous face, only grew wider as he watched you behave so childishly. He knew you weren’t mad at all, just being your usual childlike self.

Bakugou didn’t just enjoy this sappy date, he fucking loved it. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for this much satisfaction, and his laughter and jokey laid back nature proved it. You’ve never seen him so chill.

A sudden warm yet wet feeling made itself present on the delicate skin of your neck. A kiss. An overabundance of fluttery pecks peppered your neck, resulting in your eyes to widen and fingers to curl into the soft cotton fabric of bakugous shirt. As he showered your neck in his innocent praise, you finally gained just an ounce of the affection you were seeking so hard just a few seconds ago. You felt your body heat up again. Once more you felt the flutters fly throughout your body as you clung onto bakugous frame. It wasn’t just because you were so flustered at his touches anymore, but because it began to deepen.

The friendly pecks soon turned to passionate kisses. As his tongue trailed down from the bottom of your neck to your ear lobe, he nibbled and sucked in all the right spots, resulting in the echoing of a gentle moan coming from you. The way your boyfriend's lips curled up was evident as you felt, his lips brushing against you.

“if you want more, just use that pretty voice of yours and tell me”

He smirked against your skin and by now you were more than just flustering at his actions, you were beyond that. Every movement made you melt and you wanted more. Way more.

“p-please, kats-u”

Your voice trailed off to bliss as you hummed his name. His praises didn’t stop, not even for a second as his warm drenched tongue ran laps across your sensitive skin. He sucked harshly, but not enough to hurt you, yet enough to cause you pure pleasure. Wincing a whining as he left his mark on your neck.

Something about this little innocent date was suddenly taking a... mature turn.

Your slender fingers scrunched into a fist as tender gasps slipped out your mouth, music to bakugous ears. Carefully, he traced his lips along your delicate face, until they hovered over your needy lips, yearning to be kissed and attended.

“you’re so god damn beautiful like this, babygirl”

He spoke in a hushed tone, deep and husky before he finally connected his smooth saturated lips to yours. They felt amazing. The way his lips wrapped around your own, his warmth exciting you to every degree. Swiftly, he tugged at your bottom lip, trailing his damp tongue across it before eagerly slipping it into your own mouth. The heated muscle rubbed and explored every inch, circling your tongue and sloppily slipping in and out of your mouth. Each time when your lips came to meet again, the kiss deepening in a passion.

But it wasn’t just his mouth doing wonders, making your heart race and loudly beat against your chest. His callous hands did equally as much of the work, not hesitating to trail, grip and caress every curve and inch of you. That familiar buzz shooting through your veins, feeling yourself getting more and more hungry for his touch as the thought of all the things you want him to do to you clouded your brain.

His hands crawled down your spine, edging closer to all the more sensitive areas of your body. Breathlessly panting between each kiss you and bakugou shared, you suddenly felt his warm hand squeeze your ass causing a squeal to erupt from you.

“someone’s excited”

He broke the kiss, his mischievous glare taunting you as his iconic smirk appeared once more.

“let’s take this somewhere else but i wouldn’t mind fucking you under the stars either, baby”

The seductive tone that was laced in his voice made you weak at the knees. Maybe his idea didn’t sound so bad.

“Please do, katsuki”

And with that, he resumed his touches, hands wondering to your weakest spots.

This was going to be one hell of a night...

#bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou x reader #bnha #katsuki bakugou #mha #bakugoutextfic #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha au #mha au #my hero academia #baku no hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou bnha #bnha headcanons #bakugou au #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha smut #bakugou kagsuki smut #my hero academia smut

[language-of-love]

paper...

David and Patrick exchange gifts on their first anniversary.

...

The first hint of confusion arose during breakfast.

It was a lovely meal, with powdered sugar dusted pancakes and the expensive syrup they only use sparingly because no one should ever pay $18 for a bottle that small, even if the purchase had secured them a new vendor. He’d smiled into sticky kisses and blushed when his husband had whispered “happy anniversary” into this ear as he’d refilled his coffee mug. They’d even found themselves leaving to open the store about twenty minutes late after he’d backed Patrick up against the counter and nosed his way into the open collar of his shirt.

It had been a truly great start to their first anniversary.

But he hasn’t received any gifts yet and that just, well, it’s just not Patrick. 

As he futzes with the scarf display on the wall he can feel his face heat up from just thinking about those first few months and Patrick’s succession of anniversary gifts, each one more ridiculous than the next. He won’t linger on month four, for obvious reasons, but the autographed photo of Mariah Carey he received for month nine is one of his prized possessions. He wasn’t able to hold back his reaction to it, despite his professed continued annoyance at receiving the monthly gifts. 

So, understandably, he’d expected something grandiose today. And yes, he knows it’s supposed to be paper, thanks to someone back in the middle ages coming up with the rules that now everyone is apparently supposed to follow. But Patrick didn’t even give him a card, which would be the bare minimum when it comes to paper gifts. 

He’d given Patrick his gift this morning, telling him that he had to wait until later to open it because he’d be too embarrassed and needed to get through their workday before the emotional overload of it all hits. Patrick had just said thank you and kissed him and tucked the gift away in his bedside drawer before finishing his morning routine. Nothing was said about a gift in return. Not a word.

The sound of Patrick’s shoes against the wood planks alerts David to his arrival mere seconds before he’s engulfed in an around the back hug, the solidness of Patrick’s chest absorbing his own body's shock at being snuck up on.

“Didn’t mean to startle you.” Patrick’s voice is low and rumbly and tinged with just enough mirth for David to know that he absolutely did.

“Likely story.”

Reaching up he does one last, completely unnecessary, shuffle of the scarfs before turning in Patrick’s arms, quickly arranging his hands around his husband’s neck so he can get a good look at his face. With his head slightly cocked and his lips scrunching up at the corner, he narrows his eyes and tries to read this face he knows as well as his own to see if there’s some clue as to what he might be up to. There has to be a plan for something big, something designed to embarrass him while maddeningly charming him even more.

“Am I going to find myself on some horrifying Scavenger Hunt that takes me all over town talking to people I only mildly tolerate just so you can prove how romantic you are?”

Patrick’s brow furrows in immediate confusion before he’s scoffing through his nose and shaking his head with a wide smile.

“Um, no.”

“No?”

“No. But only because there was no way Roland or Ronnie would be able to keep their mouths shut.”

“And not because your husband would have divorced you?”

“Hmmm...no, that didn’t factor in.”

Patrick has begun to sway his hips, leaving them standing in the middle of their store looking like teenagers at a high school dance and David, huffing in mock annoyance, doesn’t do a thing to stop it.

“You know I’m not a fan of surprise parties, right?”

“David.”

“What?”

“Did you not enjoy your breakfast?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t mention that the wild blueberries they have out front would have made the pancakes even more perfect, because that would sound selfish and unappreciative.

“Good,” Patrick says, punctuating the single word with a quick kiss at the edge of David’s mouth.

Okay, so...maybe breakfast was his gift? A small, but sweet gesture, something just for the two of them to enjoy. He’s happy with that. Really, he is. So he leans in with a smile, welcoming Patrick’s lips as they come back for more. As he kisses his husband, swaying softly in this store that they built, he’s content, happy. 

Nope, he’s still really fucking confused.

Pulling back sharply, he shakes his head, anxious energy causing his muscles to tense as he narrows his eyes at Patrick.

“No, no, no. There is no way this is it. I know you. Where is it?”

Patrick’s smile has given him completely away and David welcomes the relief and triumph that immediately begins to calm his nerves.

“I have no idea what you’re…”

Lifting a single finger in the air, David cuts him off.

“Hand it over.”

Patrick’s hands fall from David’s waist and end up deep in his pockets and his head drops slightly, his smile small and a bit shy for a moment before he turns and heads towards the counter. Immediately, David feels bad and tries to make amends.

“Wait, where are you…?”

“I’m getting your present, David.”

Oh.

David’s stomach does a little flip of anticipation, his body giving away that he actually enjoys Patrick’s romanticism more than he’ll ever admit out loud. He takes a few steps towards the counter, but stops when he sees Patrick emerge from the back room with his wallet in his hand. This is very curious, he thinks to himself, but keeps his lips sealed as Patrick comes back to stand in front of him with his wallet open.

“Now, remember, the first anniversary present is supposed to be paper,” he begins, his eyes locking with David’s for a moment before he looks down at his fingers as they dig into the space behind his rarely used frequent flyer card. What he pulls out is small and white, hidden a bit behind his thumb.

“And this, it’s the most important piece of paper I have.”

David reaches out and within seconds, everything around them disappears and it’s just the two of them and this moment. With the small slip of paper caught between his fingers and Patrick’s, he’s hit like a tidal wave as soon as he recognizes what it is.

“Oh my god. You kept this?”

The paper is smooth and the v shaped edges are a little bent and his fingers are trembling slightly as he moves his thumb to reveal “B-13” in lovingly faded ink.

“Yeah,” Patrick admits, his voice so soft that David has to look up from the paper, desperate to cling onto the emotions dripping off that one single word. “I...uh...put it in my wallet that night when I was cleaning up my desk. It felt...I dunno, important somehow.”

David feels transported to another time and place, with a guy he was really starting to like sitting across from him in a blue blazer and expressive eyes, professing that his gift of their first receipt from the store was “nothing” when they both knew it was everything.

He’s at a total loss for words. 

But he’s learned that Patrick doesn’t always need them.

So, careful to protect the precious paper in his hand, he steps in close to his husband and lets out a deep, happy sigh and finds his mouth for a kiss he hopes is communicating “thank you” and “I can’t believe you still have this” and “I love you forever”. Patrick’s hand finds the side of his face to hold him close and they get lost for a while, eventually stumbling into the back room to make out between the storage racks until a very unwelcome customer sets off the bell above the door. 

David does, many hours later and in the privacy of their bedroom, find the words. 

But they were written years ago. Words of attraction and confusion and fear of heartbreak, excitement, love and acceptance, neatly sprawled on page after page of his journal, pages he’d carefully removed and had rebound into a book, perfectly wrapped in black and white paper in Patrick’s bedside drawer.

#david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #schitts creek #happy anniversary! #my sc fic

[worseandworser]

lacking

Ship: shizaya

Rating: T

Warnings/tags: omegaverse with a twist, possibly OOC, alpha!Shizuo, sigma!Izaya (lol)

ao3 

Izaya Orihara had no scent. Nothing. Not a whiff of it.

Shizuo was taken aback the moment they met — he heard the sound of clapping, saw crimson eyes matching a red shirt and pitch-black hair, but he couldn't smell anything. He couldn't sense anything. The only feeling that boy inspired was a strange perception that there was something lacking about him. Shizuo could recall the growl forming in the depths of his own chest, the mind-wracking wave of rage tangling around his heart like a vine, and then jumping into a fight that would seemingly have no end. Izaya Orihara had no scent; just a smile. Cunning, knife-sharp lips twisted upwards. He dodged Shizuo's attacks and stood unfazed by the intimidating effect Shizuo's anger brought out in every single person he had met in his life.

Being an alpha implied heightened senses, and being Shizuo Heiwajima implied taking that to a whole new level. He could smell a beta — the soft, monochromatic buzz they exhaled — from across the room. Omegas or alphas — depending on the scent, from across the block. Shinra had once theorized that the range of pheromones Shizuo can perceive could be the cause of his temperamental outbursts, as if he was living in a constant state of emotional overload, or something like that. Shizuo didn't really pay attention, much less understand. Though he did get that Izaya Orihara was not alpha, nor beta, and much less an omega.

Sigma, Shinra had said. He can't release or be affected by pheromones.

That alone had sent Shizuo in another surge of anger.

And after that, he went back home and asked his mother about it.

She frowned at him. "Sigma? Do you know someone like that?" Then, at Shizuo's explanation, she shook her head. "Stay away from him. That kind of person is not to be trusted."

In the beginning, Shizuo agreed with her. Not only that, but he thought it'd be easy. No scent meant he wouldn't be walking around Raijin under the constant awareness of Izaya Orihara and pretending he didn't exist would be the easiest thing. It'd be the first time Shizuo wouldn't have to worry about the pheromonal shadow of a bastard who pissed him off.

But of course, Izaya Orihara had different plans.

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* * * *

The next morning, the asshole was hiding on the school's roof, arms splayed over the railing and the devilish smile plastered to his face.

"You sent that gang after me," Shizuo accused.

With an almost-perfectly crafted innocent expression, Izaya Orihara tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, but the wave of pheromones Shizuo expected never came. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo's hands closed in tight fists. "Don't call me that!"

"Ah, since you're asking so politely," said Izaya. "What would Shizu-chan prefer, then? I'm thinking of 'Beast'." He grinned. "Or maybe Monster."

After that, everything became a blur of red, red, red — and black hair tousled by the wind, and the silver gleam of a knife, and the chirping tone of taunting, and crimson eyes that followed Shizuo's every movement like they could eat him alive. And no scent.

Nothing. Not a whiff of it.

It was disturbing, distressing, disconcerting: how could someone who could not feel others, who could not assess their intentions or states, be so quick on his feet and escape Shizuo's grasp like he was made of butter? How could he dodge Shizuo's strength, surpass his speed, predict his strike before even Shizuo could know himself? How could Izaya Orihara, when he was lacking? How could Izaya Orihara know Shizuo Heiwajima, when Shizuo Heiwajima couldn't smell a whiff of Izaya Orihara himself?

He was always so close, Shizuo's hand reached just right next to the black middle-school jacket, and Izaya slipped away by the width of a hair.

And then he laughed, tilting his head to the side, and the sharp breath Shizuo would take as a reflex brought nothing but the scent of their surroundings.

* * * *

Over the years, Shizuo learned more about sigmas. They were rare, extremely so. Izaya had been the first one in Raijin in years. Perhaps, one of the few in the entirety of Tokyo. And just like Shizuo had noticed on the first day they met, sigmas are lacking — no pheromones, no glands, no receptors. If betas are considered to have mild, flexible scents, then sigmas have nothing to show. No pheromones meant they couldn't communicate normally, they couldn't sense you and your needs and you couldn't sense theirs, so all the books, and pamphlets, and late-night TV shows said the same: therefore they can't be trusted.

"I'm always alone no matter what I do," he groused to Celty, after one of his and Izaya's fights. "I guess Izaya is the same as me. That bastard probably doesn't have anyone he can call a friend."

Must be a lonesome existence, that of a sigma. If Shizuo, with his heightened senses and all, had such a hard time with people, he couldn't imagine what it would be like. To not have the confirmation that he wasn't unwanted — to not have the soft sweetness of Celty's scent, in that specific brand that spoke of companionship.

But yeah, that flea did not deserve an ounce of his sympathy.

He is nothing like you, Celty's PDA said.

Shizuo nodded, with an odd hesitation almost weighting his head immobile.

* * * *

One day, Shizuo had his nose buried in Izaya's neck, right where the glands should be, and Izaya still had no scent.

He smelled of skin, sweat, fancy soap, and shampoo. Coffee. The city's traffic. But all of those were neutral, they were supposed to be background noise to the idiosyncratic experience that Izaya Orihara should be but there was nothing. Not a whiff of it.

"Stop slobbering all over my neck," Izaya snapped. "If you bite me, I'll stab your eyeball out of the socket. But thinking better, with your monster healing, you might as well grow a new one in—"

So Shizuo moved back to his lips. To shut him up, of course.

Shizuo wasn't one to sleep around — or better yet, with his particular strength, he couldn't be one to sleep around — but he had tried before. Two omegas and a beta. With the first two, he had felt intoxicated, out of control, it was like losing his temper except that it was good actually, and both smelled like strawberry cake and sweet vanilla, mouth-watering and mind-blowing. The second was an unlucky drunk night, red-dyed hair and a loud, obnoxious laugh, and rain and saltwater and whatever nostalgia he could get from Raijin's library. They all had scents, strong ones, and Shizuo knew what to do simply by breathing in and following his instincts.

But Izaya — just like everything about him, this was also difficult. When Shizuo breathed in, he was left on edge. The oddity of the lack of pheromones struck him over and over, as it did every time they met, as if Shizuo could never be truly prepared for the lack of instinctual balance, of communication, of that irrational connection he had no idea he needed until he met someone who couldn't create it.

To guide himself, Shizuo had to pay attention to other signs. The hitch of Izaya's breath, the twitch of his hips and thighs, the gasps, the whimpers, the moans. The bossing around — Shizu-chan touch here, right there, yes, faster, harder, don't bite don't bite — the way Izaya clawed at his arms and back and chest and did exactly what he told Shizuo not to and bit down, right on Shizuo's neck, right where it mattered, where it would matter were Izaya anyone but himself. But all they got from the bite was blood, the smell bitter and heavy, sending sparks of heat down Shizuo's spine.

Shizuo growled and Izaya let him. Let him. His body bending to Shizuo without the need for words. As if Izaya could sense what Shizuo wanted, as if he could feel it, and accommodate it like he was made for it.

* * * *

In the aftermath, when they laid down on Izaya's expensive sheets, Shizuo curled an arm around him to pull him close. This time, Izaya didn't slip away, no; he hid his face in Shizuo's neck, nosed the bite he left there, and breathed in deep.

Shizuo's hold tightened.

#shizaya #omegaverse #man writing shizuo's pov is so difficult i feel like banging my head against a wall

[sunflowersoonyoung]

words left unsaid | sinb

w.c ↠ 1.7k

pairing ↠ sinb x gender neutral!reader

genres/s ↠ fluff, a smidge of angst, friends to lovers au!

description ↠ You regret not speaking your thoughts after potentially losing your best friend and the love of your life, Hwang Eunbi. However, fate brings you together after years apart.

warning/s ↠ n/a

author’s note ↠ this took me an afternoon to write which is extremely quick for me! I did proofread it but I'm not sure if it feels rushed. regardless, goofy best friend sinb is my favourite~

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Your experience with Middle School had been dull and uneventful, until a fateful meeting with Hwang Eunbi.

The library was a sanctuary for you, a quiet place for you to focus entirely on schoolwork without distractions. The scent of dust mingled with old books was soothing, a smell you had learned to associate with relaxation. Back then it was not uncommon for you to be found there, tucked in the corner buried in schoolwork.

No one had ever approached you, not until Eunbi. Urgently scrawling out the contents of a closely due assignment, you had believed you were alone until she placed a hand on your shoulder, capturing your attention.

“Excuse me,” her voice was melodic, soft, pleasant to your ears, “do you think you could help me?”

A petite girl was peering down at you, silky raven hair cascading down her chest in waves. She offered you a smile and you felt a burst of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Immediately your face heated up, too shy to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous stranger.

“I-I can,” you responded, your attempt to swallow a stutter failing. Her smile only widened, perfect rows of teeth glistening back at you - a hint of awkwardness beneath the surface as she spoke again.

“Thanks. I don’t really know where anything is in here. I’m trying to find a geography textbook.”

She trailed closely behind you, weaving between bookshelves till you reached the far end of the library. You gestured broadly to a collection of books, “here.” When you turned to face her, dismay painted her features, and for a moment you thought you had lead her to the wrong section. She huffed and pointed to the top shelf out of her reach, “it’s all the way up there.”

After both of you took turns in attempting to jump and snatch the textbook, unfortunately with no luck, an idea seemed to cross her mind. She swivelled towards you with a mischievous grin, oblivious to how it made your heart flutter.

“Wanna try sitting on my shoulders?”

A coy giggle bubbled up from your throat at the image. How would this small-framed girl manage to carry you on her shoulders, let alone stand and sustain herself with you atop of her?

At her urging, you ignored the thoughts at the back of your head that warned you this was a bad idea and swung your legs over her front, flailing for purchase and grasping her hair to balance yourself. For a brief second, it seemed as if it would work out until she tried to stand on trembling legs. As you had predicted, she was not nearly strong enough to support you. With a yelp, you slid from her grasp and both of you tumbled back onto the carpet.

You both exploded with unrestrained laughter, disturbing the peaceful library. Glancing at her with her face lit up, you were overcome with joy, unable to tear your eyes away. There was no longer anything else you desired; you only wanted to see her laugh like this every day for the rest of your life.

You assured yourself that moment that you would become her closest friend, truly believing that would be enough for you.

-

The closer you were to Eunbi, the stronger your affections for her developed; in High School, she had been your universe in which no one else dared to enter. It was obvious from the outside that your bond was different, filled with a romantic tension that both of you were blind to.

It was a hot summer evening, a film of sweat sticking to your skin as you walked alone. This was a rare occurrence, as usually Eunbi would join you and overload your head with chatter along the way to your accustomed hangout.

It was a routine you both seldom broke. You would first stop at a small convenience store and spend pocket money on sweets and soda, or hot drinks in the winter. Then, whilst conversing the whole way, you would cross the road and sit on the bottom of a grassy riverbank, observing the ducks as they floated past.

Today, since you were alone, you paused only briefly inside the store for a cold drink, pressing it to your reddened cheeks. As you had hoped, Eunbi was waiting in your usual place, crouched with her back faced towards you. You neared and realised her shoulders were quivering. Sobs wracked her body, muffled but barely audible.

“Eunbi? Are you okay?”

She hurriedly rubbed her face with her forearms as if trying to hide that she had been crying, though her splotchy skin revealed all. You almost slipped as you hastily rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her as tightly as you could.

“We’re both graduating soon, and I’m scared,” she admitted, reluctant to meet your gaze, “I-I’m going to a performing arts university in Seoul.”

The abrupt confession dropped cubes of ice into your belly, overwhelming you with a dread that travelled over your skin from your toes to your forehead. You were numb as you pulled away from her, a belated response of betrayal beginning to swell in your chest.

“But...you promised you would go somewhere in the same city as me,” you finally spoke, having to pry the words from your dry throat.

“I know, (F/n), but this is my future.” She was frowning, her hands trembling in the wake of your disapproval.

“But what about us?” Your words carried a weight that you were not quite ready to explain. It meant something entirely different to you because you were worried about missing the opportunity to confess your affections to her.

You don’t realise that you are crying until Eunbi’s eyes reflect sadness at you. You are too hot with emotion to care for her sympathy, turning on your heel and fleeing. It would be a decision you would come to regret.

Closing yourself in the haven of your bedroom, the horror of the incident began to sink in. You bawled into your pillow, lamenting over every harsh sentence you had uttered.

The following day at school, you found yourself unable to speak to your best friend out of humiliation, and Eunbi seemed unbothered by this, proceeding with her day as usual - but without you. You didn’t blame her; you had hurt her considerably.

By the time graduation came, a wall of silence was still between you.

Years would pass by. Girlfriends and short flings would occur, nothing unusual for a college student - though none could take your mind off your goofy, affectionate ex-best friend. Some nights you would lay still in bed as you recounted all of the joyful memories you shared with her. You often pictured her lying beside you.

It was not until you had finally integrated into the working world that you were sentimental enough to revisit your old hangout. Usually, you made excuses to yourself that it was too far of a drive and that it would only reopen sensitive wounds. You considered turning around multiple times, but an invisible force drew you to that riverbank on that particular day.

You were mildly surprised to discover that the old convenience store still open. White paint was peeling off of the walls in flecks, but it was still upright and working.

For old time’s sake, you entered, purchasing a can of vanilla coke and a bag of potato chips. Traipsing down to the grassy slope across the road with a plastic bag at your hip, you felt invigorated by your decision to return this afternoon. Perhaps it was the association with your youth.

A woman sat at the bottom of the hillside, slender legs stretched out in front of her as she seemed to take in the fresh breeze. Her dark locks had been cut in a neat line around her jaw, the quality of her hair so silky that it shone. She was turned away from you enough that you could not see her features.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You inquired softly, and she turned to look at you.

Although so many years had changed, beautiful Eunbi had barely changed. Maturity settled on her facade like dust, but other than that she was the same. Her stunned expression tells you that you were equally as recognisable.

“(F/n)?” Her voice was small as if she hardly dared to ask. You answered with a curt nod, scanning the grown Eunbi that was struggling to her feet before you.

Abruptly she threw herself into your embrace, a sweet warmth overwhelming you as she gave you the contact you had craved from her ever since you had parted. An aromatic, flowery scent wafted from her, and you were embarrassed to admit that it made your mouth water.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her shoulder, earning a soft tut from her lips.

“I’m sorry too,” she responded, “there’s a lot I wish I had said to you.”

She withdraws, interlocking her fingers with yours tightly as if scared you would leave otherwise. An unexpected tension crackles through the lukewarm atmosphere, the kind of tension that only materializes between timid lovers.

“I love you (F/n). I’ve felt like something has been missing all these years without you. Ever since that day in the library.”

Whatever you were expecting her to say, it was certainly not that. Her confession was so confident that you immediately accepted it to be true, despite the doubt that sat in the back of your head. The air grew considerably hotter against your cheeks, warmth rising up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears.

“Me too, Eunbi,” you were stumbling over your words as you hurried to reciprocate, “I-I was always so scared you would reject me.”

A toothy grin stretched across her face once she realised what had just happened. Words that had been left unsaid had finally unburdened the both of you. She eagerly cupped your cheeks and swept you into a kiss. The sensation was far better than your first kiss, full of longing, relief and a little desperation. It was shallow but meaningful.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” she purred against your lips, that same mischievous twinkle in her eyes that you had witnessed all those years ago.

#gfriend #gfriend sinb #gfriend x reader #gfriend imagines #gfriend fluff #sinb x reader #sinb imagine #sinb fluff #Hwang eunbi #Hwang Eunbi x reader #Hwang Eunbi imagine #Hwang Eunbi fluff #girl group fluff #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #gxg #gxg imagine #wlw

[black-dragon1998]

Kryptonian in the mcu(chapter 1)

What would happen if a Kryptonian would land in the MCU instead of the DC universe. Pairing: Natasha x fem Kryptonian, all the rest is canon kinda.

preview

MCU 2008

 The ringing of a phone is what wakes you form your peaceful slumber. It causes you to cuddle closer to the warm body that is buried against your front.

“make it stop! Before I smash it.” Your voice is hoarse from sleep and makes the woman in your arms chuckle. She always found it sounded like home when she heard it.

“pleas refrain from doing that. You already broke two this year alone.” She teases, but you are too lazy to reply with your usual sassy answer. Natasha figured at mush and lets you grumble and turn around to bask in the light of the morning sun that seeps into the room. The image you present is that of a goddess, at least that is what she thinks.

She untangles herself from the sheets that had been kicked off during the night, your body heat more than enough to keep the both of you warm.

When she picked up the phone, she knew you would eavesdrop the conversation, with your super hearing it wasn’t that hard.

“Romanoff! Took you long enough.” Maria hill’ voice rings to the phone, clearly annoyed for having to wait.

“Hello to you too Maria.” Natasha replied drily. Maria decided to not pick up the usual banter and cut straight to the case.

“you and Danvers are requested at HQ. Fury wants to talk to the two of you immediately.” Maria ends the call before Natasha can react.

Natasha gets out of bed to get ready, but you stay put and bask in the morning sun. you didn’t want to go on another mission. You had just come back from one, it had left you drained.

It almost caused you to Solar flare, hens why you wanted to stay in the sun as long as possible.

“come on! We don’t want to be late.” Nat says shaking your shoulder, you don’t budge and only open one eye to look at her. Natasha catches this and smiles sweetly, a rare emotion for the master spy/Ex-assassin. It was only you who could invoke such emotions from her.

“if your quick enough we can get a cup of coffee on the way.” She knew just the thing to get you motivated.

A gust of wind blows in her face as you use your superspeed to get ready and back to her side, looking like an excited puppy. You grin at her, towering over her with a few inches.

“ready?” you step toward the door taking the keys. You hear her mumble something that sounds like a showoff, but don’t comment as her arm quickly winds around your waist. Plucking the keys out of your hands.

“I drive, I would like to get there in one piece.” You gave her your best pout, she only chuckles and kisses your cheek before walking out the door.

Quickly following you jump into the passenger seat.

  “You want Natasha to do what!” you slammed your hands down on the table in front of you, denting it in the middle. The anger you felled almost made you lose control and fry the person sitting at the head of the conference table.

“I want Romanoff to shadow Stark as Stark’s new assistant. He has recently promoted Pepper Potts to CEO and head shareholder and is looking for a new assistant. This is the perfect opportunity to see if Stark is fitted to be an Avenger.” Fury stated plainly, like always no singe of emotion whatsoever. He was also far too used to seeing your rage outbursts, most of them were directed to him.

“you want her to shadow that arrogant, childish son of a bitch?” if he wasn’t the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. you would have roasted him with your heat vision long ago.

“yes.” Nat turns you around to calm you down before you do something you regret. Like always she was calm and collected.

“(Y/N) it’s okay. I can handle Stark.” She gives you a sincere smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Fury again.

“What are you expecting from me, if you are sending Natasha undercover?”

“We want you to be her back-up. Stark is known to attract attention and I doubt he is going to stop anytime soon.” You give him a pointed look, but nod.

“fine, I do it. But step in whenever I see it as necessary, even if this least to me revealing my powers.” Fury stares you down, but you don’t budge so he reluctantly agrees.

After the meeting Natasha steers you toward her office at S.H.I.E.L.D., to prepare for the mission and to calm you down. Once inside she turns to you and razes an eyebrow

“care to tell me what that was?” figures nothing would get passed the famous Black Widow. She knew this wasn’t about her getting hurt. She had done far more dangerous missions, with far less information. So, she knew it wasn’t that. You turn so you are facing her, cupping her face and admiring her beautiful face. Her flawless skin, her beautiful long red hair.

“you know my species is territorial in nature and bonds for life. You know I would kill anybody who would even think of taking you away from me.” She nods, knowing this from when you first confessed your love to her. She presses further into your palm, giving it a small kiss.

“I remember. Nothing has changed I still love you, and only you.” You smile at her response. Both of you show each other enough how much you love the other but saying it is rare.

“I know you know, but just the thought of you having to seduce and extract intel form that arrogant man has my blood boiling.” You confess your insecurity. Instead of laughing like you expected her to do, she came closer and reached up to kiss you.

“you know I will do whatever it takes to complete a mission, but I will always come back to you.”

“I know that too. I just get jalouse sometimes.” She chuckles and gives you another kiss. It’s this kind of gestures that you feel at home.

Until you met Natasha home was a lost memory of flames and dead. The loses of your family haunted you every moment of the day. When you were with Natasha it was almost like you were back on Krypton and you be damned if you let that go. You don’t think you would be able to survive that.

  At this very moment, you were not impressed with Tony Stark. You were watching his boxing with his driver. Like he had to pay people to be around him. From your viewpoint, floating in mid-air you could see the whole mansion. Using your X-Ray vision to see every nook and carnie.

You did not see what Fury saw in him, he was as shallow as the tabloids made him out to be. The security in and around his house was also crap. No armed guards, no security cameras. I guess his personal A.I. would alert him if anything was off, but still, you were sure you could bust inside before anybody would be able to stop you.

A car stopped in front of the mansion and out stepped Pepper Pots and Natasha following the other woman. Natasha was going to make the first contact by presenting as a candidate for being Starks personal assistant

She got this if anybody were able to convince Stark they were the best it was Natasha. Thoughts consumed you when she walks in. actually, Stark’s attention was also on Natasha the moment she walked in.

You couldn’t help but laugh when he asked her to step into the boxing ring. He was a goner the moment they had prolonged eye contact. You knew the look all too well, she used it on you numerous times, mostly when she needed something from you.

Stark left her alone in the ring with his driver wanting her to have a little box match with Happy. He sat down next to Pepper, who looked unamused. She even warned him that Nat could a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit.

He would be dead before he could even try. You would make sure of it. On the other side, it did confirm that he wanted Nat as his assistant. While Stark and Pepper were having their discussion Natasha floored Happy with famous Black Widow move and as nothing happened she makes Stark sign some paperwork. Reeling him in again with lingering eye contact. And like every man before him, he took the bait.

  Natasha meets you back at your shared apartment. Her heels were off before she was even at the living room and launched herself on you, who was sitting on the couch.

“That was exhausting,” she grumbles into your neck. On instinct, you wrap your arms around her.

“I could tell. I like the skirt though.” Nat smirked down at you. She razed herself so she was sitting on your lap looking down at you while intertwining her fingers behind your neck.

“were you ogling me?” Nat teased.

“you know I can’t resist you. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet to me.” Her eyes soften before she kisses you. You deepen the kiss while pulling her closer. Your hand sneak under her dress shirt.

“you look like something sweet to eat in that skirt. I think your little seduction act didn’t only work with Stark.” You whisper in her ear trailing kisses down her neck, goosebumps following your trail.

You quickly aren’t able to talk anymore because Natasha crashed her lips on yours and pulling on your shirt to get it off. Without breaking the kiss you pick her up and walk toward the bedroom.

  There were too many people packed in this joint. Why did Stark have to come to Monaco for a freaking racecar, also to many people were excited about this thing. Justin hammer was also trying to impress a journalist, the poor women did look quite bored. He was giving you a headache and you wanted to punch him.

“Why are we here again?” Natasha almost giggled at your whiny voice. You hate being in crowded paces. It tended to overload your already keen senses.

“Because Stark is sponsoring one of the race teams. It is also Pepper’s first event as CEO.” She tells you without acknowledging you. Being undercover kind of prevents you from standing next to her and having a normal conversation.

Before you could start whining again you saw Pepper and Tony walk in followed with the flashed of the press. Their flashes were so bright it was giving you an even worse headache than Hammer did.

Natasha immediately walks toward them and leads them toward their table. Following the conversation with your hearing. He even had the nerve to demand another table.

While Nat made this happen Tony and Pepper went to the bar. Stopping right next to you. Being stuck next to Hammer meant having to witness the uncomfortable conversation. When the press starts to follow you discreetly start to make your way elsewhere. Ended up in the crowed between Nat and Stark. A feeling came over you that something was going to go wrong in the near future.

 Your feeling was confirmed when Stark Jumps into his racecar, making his driver quite. For the first lap, everything goes good when suddenly a man steps on the tracks. He starts cutting cars into two out of nowhere with. He is cutting them with something that looks like whips powered by a power reactor.

Well, there goes Stark’s statement that nobody but him can build them.

Not hesitating to help, you use your super speed to get onto the tracks. Immediately starting helping people of the track. Lifting a couple of cars to help trapped drivers. Luckily all eyes are on Stark and the current bad guy, big surprise. Staying in the shadows after helping the last driver of the track you see a car come crash down on the bad guy. Ramming him into the side of the track.

“though motherfucker.” You think to yourself when after several hit he just walks it off. After allot of screaming Stark finally got into his suit. Than Nat started telling you to back down into your earpiece. Saying it wasn’t worth it.

“oh come on sweetheart. Where is the fun in that.” You reply smirking, but you did what she asked off you. Angering Natasha was not something you liked to do on a regular basis.

You almost jump back into action when saw Stark being strangled with one of the reactor whips. Chocked wasn’t a good look on him. But you didn’t need to intervene, because he quickly blows up the power soars. Rendering the whips useless.

The police arrive and you take that as your cue to blend in with the crowd as they put the guy in cuffs. Crisis averted I guess, and you didn’t even have to go all Kryptonian on them.

You do keep trailing Stark, just to make sure nothing ells attacks him. Imagine your surprise when you see him walk into the police station to talk to the guy who just tried to kill him and is twice Tony’s size.

You can’t follow the whole conversation because you are unable to follow them inside the building and because of the incident the who place in on high alert. What you can make out of the conversation is that the bad guy’s father used to work with Howard Stark and that Howard somehow wronged Vanko. He also knows about Tony’s palladium poisoning. For a man without a name, he sure knows a lot.

 The media storm that comes down on Iron man is massive. After his statement that nobody was able to make tech as advanced as his, the media is having a field day with this. Luckily for you, nobody seemed to recall a woman lifting cars or pulling people out of fires.

Nat is swooped up in the madness, trying to contain the story as Stark’s personal assistant. You yourself are stuck watching it all go down while keeping an eye on Tony.

While Pepper is trying to safe the company from more bad press, he is searching for everything that as much relates to Anton Vanko. You try to follow his madness but with your X-ray vision, its hard to see the 3D projections but you manage.

For now, all you can do is wait, it’s like drama show unfolding before your eyes. It is kind of amusing.

part 2

#marvel mcu #Black Widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Kryptonian reader #Kryptonian #Krypton is still gone #Iron Man 2 #Iron Man #tony stark #pepper potts #nick fury #maria hill

[perditus-a]

                                  50 Headcanons Challenge

He has a unique bird language strictly specific to himself, but cannot understand other birds nor communicate with them. 

His feathers shift slightly as time goes on, so the ones on the ends and lower are older than the ones closest to the base. 

His two sword feathers are unique in that he usually uses them last if he can. They’ve been growing the longest, hence their size, and are his strongest ones. 

Keigo does rifle through his wings and clean feathers that get too old though, because if they become too strong and dense it makes it harder to fly. 

The larger the feather, the more it can carry and withstand. His two feather blades can handle several hundred pounds - but they’re slower to move so there is a limit to how big he should go. 

His wings are strong, but as a child he couldn’t really lift himself as easily. It took a lot of fluttering wings and tripping and falling to get to a level of flight that was respectable. 

His wings are trained not to react to his emotions, but when he isn’t trying they’re VERY emotional! They rise in excitement, droop in anger, and flutter with intense happiness and love. They also tense up in anger. 

Keigo’s visor nullifies the enhanced sight he gained from his bird-like qualities because it’s too much and causes eye strain. He also has contacts and glasses that do the same function. 

His earmuffs protect his ears during flight but also dull sounds so he can focus. Since he has his feathers and vibration sensing techniques, he can afford to lose it in exchange for greater focus on the field. 

Yes his eye marks are birthmarks! But he also adds on a little eyeliner to make them look smoother. 

He collects jewelry, especially earrings. He’s specifically fond of studs and has different sets. He even cheekily buys some to match his best friends as well.

Keigo can use JSL and ASL. He decided to pick it up so that he could communicate with deaf people on the field as well as vocal people. He thinks it’s important and advocates for it to be included in curriculum, though to little success. 

He also uses Morse code and has trained his sidekicks and interns to use it as well. He uses it in conjunction with his feathers. 

Keigo is well trained in hand-to-hand, but his specialty deals with swords and generally keeping his distance. 

Much of his training in his youth was geared towards flight. A lot of the little quirks about his...well quirk... were discovered along the way and then focused on if they proved to be useful ( his vibration sensing ).

He can play guitar sort of, he’s not specially trained or anything - he can recognize chords and play based off of that but can’t come up with much on his own. 

He has a pet falcon - their name is Kaze and they’re a TOTAL asshole to Keigo and everyone. But he trained them to deliver messages and do all kinds of things, so he’s stuck with them. 

Keigo is trans! He has opted to not do any surgeries and probably never will due to being comfortable enough as is. He does wear binders though! 

Keigo is bisexual - but tends to lean towards males. 

He despises the League of Villains, but does have sympathy for specific members and the MLA. 

He never went to any school before the commission picked him up, and learned things by reading newspapers and listening to people from the side. 

He never had friends before the commission - his father wouldn’t let him see anyone. 

Though he’s had social training, genuine stuff is actually a problem for him and more often than not he’s faking it. Completely. 

The spot between his wings on his back is a sweet spot, and feels relaxing to rub. It makes him calm down from a panic attack. 

Keigo is terrible at games unless they’re pay to win. Then he’s at least decent. 

Keigo actually makes nests when he sits around and stuff, and have blankets all over his office and stuff. It’s completely subconscious, and he just does it without thinking. 

He loves to kiss, it’s very very fun for him. 

His preference for pets is dogs, despite having a Falcon. He doesn’t have the time to take care of one...but he wants one BADLY. 

He can hold his breath longer than most due to his quirk, and it’s why he can fly in the air without requiring a mask. 

After the WAR ARC, his ability to hold his breath is severely weakened and he can’t fly as high anymore without a mask. ( if he ever even gets his wings back TO fly). 

His bones are dense but hollow and light, allowing him to take flight easier. It makes his body weigh a lot less than normal people his age, but it’s completely healthy. 

Keigo’s favorite food is chicken, followed by strawberries and peaches. He’s a big fruit guy. He makes all kinds of fruit smoothies during his own time. 

He has crazy balance, but losing his wings makes him stumble and fall a lot. Keigo is used to having a heavy weight on his back, and without it he’s clumsy and more likely to fall or knock in to things. 

Keigo’s wings actually glow under the right type of light! His wings are very much like normal bird wings, and thus have the same properties. The colors are red/blue/purple with dapples of white.

He can see ultraviolet things, when his eyesight isn’t being diminished by his equipment. He dislikes it though. 

He had always wanted a sibling as a kid, but has since grown out of that and desires a family instead. 

He hates his father, but he’s always loved his mom even when she neglected him or said mean things to him...he wanted her to love and want him. It’s why he left, so he could give her a better life and hoped that maybe she would finally love him. 

He didn’t start liking Endeavor until he busted his dad, though he grew more fond of him due to the plushie. He originally liked All Might, but he became more of an impersonal hero at best - Endeavor felt very real to him. 

He’s considered dying his hair, but decided to keep it the same. He would rather have something to resemble his mother. 

Keigo’s not really afraid of injuries and death because of his mom’s creepy quirk. It’s why it was easy for him early on to accumulate to it. 

He loves motorcycles and hate’s most normal modes of travel. He does have a car, but it’s specially modified to allow him to relax his wings and not feel cramped. 

Keigo only wears designer clothes while out and about, because it’s for his personal image as well as contracts his agency has. 

Speaking of which, he models on the side as well as hero work! It’s pretty fun for him, but he doesn’t do topless shoots unless it’s for charity aimed at supporting LGBTQ+ groups. 

Keigo can turn off his vibration sensing, but sometimes it’s difficult and he can get sensory overload. He usually counts under his breath when he’s feeling overwhelmed and needs a moment. He tries to hide this though. 

His feathers are also sensitive, and he doesn’t like them being yanked. They only remove painlessly when he uses his quirk to do so. 

He hates fire as well as storms. 

Keigo also hates swimming, because the water makes his wings heavy and it gives him a back ache. 

He has smacked in to a window once. Only once. He was a little intoxicated at the time since he very rarely drinks. 

Keigo can’t taste spicy food at all! So he tends to make overly spicy food and his friends suffer for it. Oops.

Keigo absolutely loves swords!!!

#|| ✦ || Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite || Headcanons #|| ✦ || Where flowers bloom so does hope || OOC #winks at u #I DID IT #bnharpchub

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Ready

Writing date: February 2021

Genre: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: none! I personally really like this one :)

Word count: 2.2k words

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It is rare, but there are moments in life in which you are aware, with every fiber of your being, that you're making a memory that will last forever. For you, one of these moments was right now. It was a late summer evening, the sun had been down for quite some hours now, but you and your friends were still very much awake. The entire afternoon, you'd prepared for this. You'd collected blankets and pillows in all of your houses, hung up a white sheet between two trees in your friend's backyard and installed a beamer in between the giant pillow fort and the trees. Your backyard cinema was born. At first, you'd been obsessed with the aesthetic of it all, your attention solely focused on the film that was playing in front of you, but soon, your gaze had drifted off to the fantastic people around you. Your friend group was made of all kinds of people, diversity was really the key element here. Apart from all sorts of skin colours, religions, and ethnicities, you had the funny friend, the mum friend, the one who shared all their food, the really intelligent friend, the geeky friend, the enthusiastic friend. Regardless of all these differences, there were a lot of things that kept you together too, like a mutual respect for each other and the world. It was a mix that allowed you to be the most at ease with yourself you'd ever been. 

"You're missing the plot." 

You looked next to you, where another friend of yours was seated. In your head, he was the sweet friend, the cute friend, the butterfly friend. He was the friend you were in love with. 

"Shut up. I've seen it like..thirteen times already." 

He grinned at that, lifting his arm as an invitation for you to crawl closer to him, and you did. It was something typical of the two of you. While you hugged all your friends, you were particularly clingy with him, and he was very physical with you, too. You never discussed it, it just happened, and it was absolute bliss. You nestled yourself closer to him, smiling as you felt his hand rub on your upper arm, tugging you even closer. You sighed in contentment. This was nice. And it sufficed for a few minutes, until you realised you weren't as comfortable as you could possibly be. Yet. 

Should you? 

You'd been as close physically as you were now before, but hadn't gone further than this, his arms around you and your sides touching. You really risked making it awkward, or even worse, one of your friends making a suggestive comment- God knows they all ship you like crazy, and you didn't want to face the consequences of your action not being welcomed with enthusiastic encouragement. But a light breeze reminded you of the magic of this moment, and a gentle squeeze on your upper arm gave you the confidence you needed. Carefully, you wrapped your own arms around his torso, lifted both of your legs so they could rest straight over his right one, and finally laid your head against his chest. For a few seconds, you were rooted there, waiting for him to react. He didn't say anything like you'd expected him to do, but then you slowly felt him release the air from his longs, his entire body becoming more relaxed once he realised what had happened. The arm that had previously been resting on your upper arm was now laying on you waist, and you found that you might like that even better. You were about to protest when he lifted it, but smiled once you felt him sweep the hair out of your face.

"I'm repeating my comment: you're missing the plot if your head is laying sideways on my chest." 

But there was something joyous in his tone, and you couldn't help the butterflies from fluttering inside of you. 

"Then I'll repeat my answer: shut up." 

After all, you'd seen it thirteen times already. 

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"Does anyone want some more strawberries?"

You were in the park, enjoying a well-deserved early afternoon picnic with your friend group. All your friends were there, and then there was a new face. One of your friends had recently gotten together with a girl you'd never met before, and you had decided that she could come on this picnic with you, you were all dying to meet her, after all. You'd been in the park, telling stories and sharing food, for about an hour now, and it was wonderful being able to just relax. You'd been a bit nervous to meet your friend's girlfriend, as you always were when meeting new people, but she'd turned out to be really nice.  You were sure you'd continue to get along and maybe even have a thriving friendship in the future. Closing your eyes, you leaned backwards and basked in the bright sunlight. This is what happiness felt like. 

"Hey, you have something on the corner of your mouth, here..." 

You burst with laughter then, opening your eyes and facing him, his eyes squinting against the sun, dimples in his cheeks. There was nothing on your mouth, it was his way of making fun of the cliche romcom you'd insisted on watching with him last week. He’d cringed particularly hard at that part of the story, and you'd thrown a pillow at him, entirely too engrossed in the movie to be annoyed with him. Because how could you ever be annoyed at him? Even now, the way he looked at you made you feel like you were melting, and not just from the sun. Okay, so maybe you had watched too many cheesy romcoms. The point was, you felt so utterly at ease with the way you were around him, and vice versa. It was so easy, so natural. 

"Hm, do you want to wipe it off for me, please?" 

You were trying to keep a straight face, but definitely failed as he ceremoniously picked up a napkin from the middle of your blanket and started to precisely poke the corner of your mouth, and then your cheek, nose, the arch of your eyebrow, a spot right under your hairline. Between fits of giggles, you managed to make him stop. 

"Hey, you're hurting me!" He knew you weren't actually hurt, and so his voice was still filled with amusement as he answered in the fakest posh accent you'd ever heard. 

"I am so sorry darling, let me kiss it better for you."

And so he came closer, quickly kissing all the places he had poked with the napkin, apart from the corner of your mouth, of course. Something inside of you twisted in disappointment at that. 

"They are so cute, what the he-" 

It was your friend's girlfriend, whispering to your friend, but they cut her off. 

"They aren't together though." 

"Wait...they aren't?" 

You saw from the corner of your eye how her eyes widened in surprise, and your own did too, because the breeze of satisfaction that had blown through you at the girl's words had taken you by surprise more so than what she'd actually said. 

"Nope. But they will, or at least I hope so." 

The smile on your face grew as you overheard their conversation. 

"Hey, are there any strawberries left? I actually wanted some but then I got attacked!”

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It happened in the late afternoon of one of the hottest days of that summer, at the beach. Your friends had gotten together and, packed with beach towels, inflatable beach balls, and what was probably an overload of snacks, you drove to the sea, to spend the day swimming, sunbathing, and desperately trying to keep the sand out of every small crevice even though? it would creep in anyway. You were definitely done swimming for today though, and had retreated to a quiet, shady area of the beach, to just lay down and listen to some music. You'd closed your eyes, your mind travelling back to the moment all of your friends had immediately shed their clothes and dived into the sea, while he had stopped you from doing the same, insisting on covering your back in sunscreen lotion first before you sought refreshment in the cool water. It's not like you minded having him rub your back. You'd done the same to him after he had been done, taking your sweet time making sure his entire back was glistening from the sunscreen, and by the time it had dried, your friends had already come out of the water, teasing you that applying sunscreen had never in the history of sunscreen lotion taken such a long time. You'd hid your face in his bare chest while they were laughing, and discovered that that did nothing to diminish the blush on your cheeks. 

"Hi...you okay? You were so far away all of a sudden." 

You opened your eyes, staring up at him, and nodded your head, smiling at his thoughtfulness. 

"Yeah, just… a bit too much sun. And I like how quiet it is here." 

He hummed in agreement, crouching down to offer you one of the snacks he had brought from your "headquarters" on the middle of the beach, and then went to lay beside you. You'd expected him to just fully lie down, maybe take your hand like he had done more and more during the last few weeks, but instead he turned so he was laying on his side, facing you, his left arm propped to hold his head up. You lifted an eyebrow in surprise, getting ready to make a dry comment, when you saw the way he was looking at you. It wasn't like he had done when you'd first arrived at the beach, the way his eyes had raked over your body while simultaneously looking like he wanted to chastise himself for doing so. You hadn't minded, not with him. If you were being honest, you had done exactly the same. No, right now he was looking at you as if he was ultimately fascinated by you. It was as if he was looking through you, or maybe he was just looking right inside of you. His eyes held a certain emotion you couldn't completely decipher, but you felt so worthy, so enveloped in him even if no part of him was touching you right now. It was in this sudden moment of clarity that you realised that this was it. There would be no other moment, you had to do it now. You felt as if on a crossroad, deciding right now what the rest of your life would look like. You felt it in every fiber of your being, in the way the cool breeze of the shadow swept over your overheated skin, in the way there was a smudge of sand covering his cheek for one reason or another. "Now. Now. Now!", your heart seemed to be chanting, but your head was so full, you were so acutely aware of your own body, and of his, and of all the things surrounding you, and- 

"You're doing it again." 

Your heart was pounding. Now. Now. Now. 

"Doing what?" 

He could hear it, he knew, you were convinced of it.Now. 

"Overthinking it." 

So why not be completely honest while you were at it? 

"And how can I not? You're...you're one of my best friends." 

His eyes held yours. He understood. 

"I know, and I'm not trying to be impulsive or rash, but don't you think it's time to let go of the thinking, and just...finally do it? Finally be honest with ourselves, each other, heck, with our friends? If you don't want to, we don't have to, you know full well that I don't care about labels anyway. But I like to think that I know you very well, and I think you want to put the label on. I- worrying about it is the only thing that's holding you back from being honest that this...us...was always loving in a romantic way." 

You let the words hang between you, letting them sink in your soul. He was right. You would love nothing more than to love him, officially romantically, for the entire world to see and to know. You were just worried. You didn't really know why. It was in your nature to be worried, it was the thing you knew how to do, the easy way. But you continued to look into his eyes, and it was like looking into a mirror. For the first time, your cloudy vision was clear and you saw the way you'd been living before, and the life you could've lived if fear hadn't held you back. It was in that moment that you started truly living. Tears started brimming in your eyes, and you closed them, letting out a choked sob that was audibly filled with relief, and an emotion so raw and pure that it took your breath away.   Laying one of your hands on his cheek, you finally placed your lips upon his, and you felt your heart let go of the heaviness of your worries. It was time. Your time. You were ready.

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