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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 [Part 3] - Updated

5 times Iida was tickled and the one time he wasn’t.

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

[PART THREE] - Not updated

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa! Okay, You may be wondering “Wait, but I already read that!” But there is where you’re mistaken!! This chapter was edited by the amazing, lovely @made-by-jade-222 who honestly did a very good job and that is so cute sxdfghjkjhyg.

Just remembering: Iida is 12 years old now!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Tenya with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa with brief Ler!Tensei and Lee!Aizawa. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.800 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Take a very deep breath, sometimes that can be enough, drink water, sleep and eat! <33

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Iida sat at the kitchen table, smiling to himself as he thought about the day’s activities and drank his special orange juice. It was an expensive brand, so he was only allowed to have it on special occasions, and his birthday was certainly one of them. His parents had planned to host his party in the evening after work so they could be there, along with the rest of their family. As for the day’s activities, Iida would spend the whole day hanging out with his brother, and his two honorary Uncles, Aizawa and Yamada. Iida had offered to help with the decorations, planning, organizing and everything but he’d been forced by his parents to sit back and relax for once. It was his birthday, after all.

(Tenya one day protested at the nickname, pointing it didn’t make sense call them ‘Uncles’ since they aren’t blood related. However, his parents explained that this was just a way to express fondness and closeness for someone you care about. The younger one began to call them uncles with more frequency, except on social gatherings)

Iida finished his breakfast quickly, though he savored the last of his special juice. He was beyond excited to be able to spend the day with his brother and uncles, he didn’t get to do that very often since their work took up most of their time. He was putting his dishes away when the doorbell rang. He answered the door, a polite smile on his face, about to greet his guests. The smile quickly faded.

There stood his two honorary Uncles, Aizawa and Hizashi. They were standing there with mischievous smirks on their faces, sending shivers down Iida’s spine.

“Hello! ~” Hizashi chirped.

Hearing the sinister undertone of his uncle’s voice, Iida slammed the door in his face and backed away. He winced at how disrespectful that had been, but at the moment he valued his safety over his manners. But actually, he wasn’t anxious about what they were going to do. They were always nice and kind with him, making him smile and enjoy himself to give him a break from trying to be perfect, which he couldn’t. (Something they wondered if he’d ever learn.)

Tensei came into view as he quickly walked into the room, giving his little brother a smile as he ran into him. “Who’s at the door?” he asked.

“Uncles!” Tenya said, trying to move around him but being stopped by his brother’s hand on his shoulder. He frowned, blushing as he thought of his impending fate, which was all the more evident now that Tensei was here and would most definitely be on their side. “They are going to do the hideous tr-tradition that you started when I was a kid!” he said, or rather, whined, stumbling over his words.

Tensei laughed, and Tenya pouted, though he’d deny that till the end of time.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! It’s so nice of them to help me to remember our wonderful little tradition, isn’t it?”

“No! Far from it! Pro-heroes like you shouldn’t be committing such em-embarrassing, hideous acts in the first place, even l-less repeating it yearly!”

“Aww, you’re stuttering! You’re excited, aren’t you?” Tensei asked, smiling knowingly. His little brother could verbally protest all he wanted, but the eager gleam in his eyes gave him away. He ignored the squeaked “NO!” he got in responde and smiled even wider. Tenya made a move to leave, but Tensei grabbed him around the waist and held him close.

“You know, since they’re being so kind by helping us remember our tradition, it’s only fair that we let them participate, right?” Tensei asked, holding onto Tenya tighter as the nearing footsteps made him struggle all the more, trying to get away. “HEY, GUYS! THE BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!” he called.

“Tensei!” But the boy was already smiling, squirming excitedly on his brother’s hold, especially when a loud, happy ‘YEAHHH!’ boomed through the house.

“No, no! This is betrayal! Deception! Dishonesty! Trickery! Treason!”

Tensei laughed. “Now you’re just reciting the dictionary!” he said, no hint of regret in his voice, distractedly nodding at his uncles when they appeared at the door. “Look,” he whispered conspiratorially, “I need you to distract them until Shouta lets his guard down so I can sneak up on him. Hizashi would never pass up an opportunity to tickle him too, so while we’re doing that you go run and get something to bribe them with, okay?”

The younger gasped, quickly nodding.

“Right. So, are you ready for your part of the plan, sidekick?”

“YES!” Iida shouted, chopping the air. Tensei squeezed his side to remind him to be quiet, but that only made him squeal. Thankfully, the two men who were walking towards them didn’t seem to catch on to their conversation.

“Now, now. It seems like a certain little listener here is excited for birthday tickles!” Hizashi said, wiggling his fingers in his direction. “Oh! They grow up so fast!” he said, putting a hand on his chest and sighing longingly. “It feels like it was just yesterday that we were playing heroes! And I, the evil LoudChaos, would be defeated by Ingenium Junior and his vicious attacks of kicking his pillows at me!” The blonde ruffled his honorary nephew’s hair and then pinched his cheek playfully, grinning at the groan he got in response.

Iida batted his hand away and faced the two of them, a determined look on his face. “You will never be able to crack me, villains! Not even with embarrassing childhood memories!” he said, gesturing energetically.

“I don’t know about that,” Tensei said, smirking. “I can think of plenty myself, like the time we had to buy at least three more of your favorite plushie because you wouldn’t let us wash the original one was pretty funny- ack! Hey, hey!” Tensei snickered as he tried to dodge from Tenya’s warning kicks, “I was kidding! I was kidding!”

“Want me to hold him?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, a small quirk of his mouth showing his amusement about the whole situation. At Tensei’s affirmative nod he quickly grabbed Tenya’s wrists and held them above his head with one hand. He smirked at his nervous nephew, who was trying to fight a smile. He ruffled his hair. “Congrats on being another year closer to death, brat. You’re twelve, so that means you’ve got...what, seventy eight more to go?” he asked.

Tenya’s face deadpanned, unamused.

“Ooh, right, twelve!” Hizashi’s fingers were teasingly getting closer, slowly and then even slower, almost touching a spot before pretending to launch at others, resulting in kicks and muffled shrieks from the younger one. “You know what that means, right, Shou?”

“Yep. We’ll have to tickle him for twelve years.”

“Aw, what a pity.”

“No! Lies! That is incorrect!”

“Oh really, not-so-little listener? Please, enlighten us.”

“According to the silly and foolish tradition that you insist on doing every year, you should tickle me for twelve entire minutes. One minute for each year,” Iida said automatically, going into school-mode, unaware that he was only sealing his impending doom. “That’s how it’s always been done.”

Aizawa and Yamada exchanged an amused look, while Tensei was doing his best to hold back his laughter. His little brother was just too precious.

“I don’t think I heard you correctly. We should, what?” Aizawa asked, his voice emotionless. questioned.

“Tickle me!” Tenya repeated, then gasped, realizing what they’d just tricked him into saying.

“Well, if you insist!” Hizashi said, then attacked. He reached out and used his skilled fingers to tickle and tickle every spot he could reach.

There were fingers dancing on his ribs and poking his stomach. There were agonizingly ticklish scribbles and pokes and prodding at his sides, and even a couple squeezes on his knee.

Iida squealed and burst into loud laughter, squirming in his tickler’s grip. The anticipation made him skip the giggles and just laugh right away. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

A lazy and almost unbearably light touch drew shapes on his neck, then scribbled over to his ears and then all the way back to his collarbone, going from one side to another, over and over again. And no matter how much he scrunched his neck, that did nothing to deter the tickle monster.

“Coochie coochie coo, little listener!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

That unbearably embarrassing tease brought his focus back to his more aggressive tickler, who was currently targeting his armpits. His loud laughter, mixed with squeaks, yelps and guffaws at the mix of soft and aggressive tickles made him almost forget the teasing completely. Almost.

“Have a tickle, tickle here!” He shook his head, trying to dislodge the fingers on his neck as his sides were squeezed. “And tickle, tickle, tickle there!” Spidering, tickly fingers on his shoulder blades made him squirm all the more. “Have all the tickles! Tickly, tickly, tickles here, there, and everywhere!”

“YOHOHOHOU WILL NOT DEFEHEHEAT ME!” Tenya shrieked, grinning from ear to ear as chuckles and giggles spilled freely from him.

‘I have to stay strong!’ he thought. ‘I have to keep them distracted so Tensei can get Uncle Shouta!’

That was why he wasn’t fighting back much. He knew he could get away if he really wanted to. It certainly wasn’t because he enjoyed the silly, playful attention and affection from his uncles.

“Of course we will,” Shouta said, pausing to check the timer. “We still have five minutes left. I’m sure you’ll surrender eventually.”

“Nehehehehever!” Iida giggled, taking in several large breaths when his Uncle Hizashi decided to give him a break, leaving only the light tickles from Uncle Shouta to keep the smile on his face. But the break lasted only a moment.

“Hey, hey, hey, little listener!” Hizashi said in a sing-song voice.

Tenya knew that tone. He immediately shut his eyes tightly, a wobbly smile on his face, not noticing that the neck tickles from his other uncle had stopped.

“Aw, come on Tenya! Don’t leave me hanging! Look at me, pleaaase?”

The boy shook his head, eyes still firmly closed.

“Shoouuu, he doesn’t want to see the big, great, amazing birthday surprise I have for him! He’s so ungrateful!”

Shouta scoffed. “No, he’s smart. And besides, it’s not his fault that you’re not charming enough to get him to look at you,” he said.

Hizashi gasped dramatically. “Oh! You wound me! Friendship ended with Ereaserhead! Tensei, you’re my new best friend!” he said.

He thought for a moment, then smirked.

“Buuuut, the vacancy is still open if maybe, just maaaybe,” A wiggly finger tickled under his chin, making Tenya snort, “if a clever teenager with a cute laugh and navy blue hair decides to open his eyes…”

“Yohohou will not crahack me!”

“Please? Please, please, please please please!” Hizashi begged, punctuating every word with a poke to the boy’s tummy, getting faster and faster until finally-

“Stop!”

Iida opened his eyes, finding a very smiley Hizashi in front of him, who made a silly face. He half groaned and half giggled, the former action only due Aizawa’s renewed back tickles, of course.

“Aw, you didn’t find it funny?” The blonde crossed his arms, pretending to think about his next move. “Alright then, I know something that’ll make you laugh!”

And then, in a blink of an eye, he yanked up his nephew’s shirt and blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy.

Tenya squealed and fell into hysterics, the sudden change in volume surprising Aizawa and making him let go for a moment. Then the man began to snort and try to fight his laughter as his other nephew, Tensei, attacked him from behind, tickling his unprotected armpits. His rumbling chuckles filled the air as Tenya fell to his knees, hugging his tummy and giggling non-stop as Yamada knelt next to him tenderly ruffled his hair, then kissed his temple before standing up. He grinned wickedly as he saw his best friend being tickled to pieces.

“Is it already Tickle Shouta hours?” he asked delightly. He cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers in Aizawa’s face, making a show of getting ready. He chuckled, amused, as his silly antics only made his best friend laugh even harder, covering his mouth and laying limply against Tensei, a slight blush on his face. Hizashi descended upon him with tickles, pulling his hand away and sending him into gales of laughter, his legs kicking from the silly tickles and teases he was getting.

And, as Iida laid on the cold floor, still giggling occasionally as he watched his uncle get tickled silly, he found that he didn’t actually mind this tradition. It was silly, it was foolish, and juvenile, but...it was also a lot of fun.

And it made him feel very loved.

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loserslibrary · 4 years

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pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier [Reddie] written by: Jane rating: Teen word count: 2,306 prompt: “ hello! Could i please request a domestic reddie fic! Anything with kids will make me very happy, thank you ”

Richie’s resigned himself to a lot of things in his life.

Some which are still true—he’s never going to be able to fucking ice skate, giraffe human that he is, but he’s found a workaround in being very good at letting Eddie pull him across the ice—and some which aren’t—namely some thought-to-be hopeless yearnst for Eddie when he was sixteen which culminated in two very dramatic song-writing sessions, proven unnecessary five months later when Eddie captured his lips in a kiss at the quarry.

Still, one thing he hadn’t been expecting to resign himself to was his lack of future as a PTA Dad, and yet, here he is. 35 years old and seeing his brief dream of being the cupcake god of Ms Divega’s class turn to smoke before his very eyes.

Literal smoke, that is.

“Daddy,” Gab says, nose scrunched up, tone solemn, “they don’t smell good.”

His daughter is highly critical. Unfortunately, she’s also correct.

Richie reaches to open the oven, before pausing halfway, glancing at the smoke he can already see, and then back at Gab. There’s a teenage Eddie in the back of his head, lecturing him and Bev on all the different types of smoke, and how they’re all bad for you, stop inhaling carcinogens, you fucking nerds—-okay, Richie can’t actually remember the entire lecture, just the way Eddie looked with his hand on his hip and brow furrowed, but he’s pretty sure that the takeaway of it is that he should probably move his daughter well out of range of any smoke that might escape when he opens the oven door.

“C’mon, Gabs,” Richie says, scooping her up in his arms. Her arms settle around his neck obligingly, and he’s overwhelmed with affection. There were legitimately days when Richie had thought he’d never have anything like this—when he thought it would be swallowing his feelings down forever, watching all his friends find something worth holding onto, staying on the sidelines because he couldn’t be brave when it counted. But look at him now: married to the love of his life, getting paid to make people laugh for a living, and baking health hazards with his daughter. He’s always had dreams he’s striven for, but none of his imagined happiness ever came close to how he feels now, burnt cupcakes and all.

He puts her down on the other end of the countertop from the oven, then hands her a tea towel. He leans in close, like he’s about to tell her something Top Secret, and she leans in eagerly. “If the oven explodes, just, like, fan it away,” he says conspiratorially. Her eyes widen, but she nods firmly, her face settling into a resolute expression. For someone with no biological relation to either of them, Richie thinks, it’s astounding how much she looks like Eddie when she does that.

He heads back to the oven and, with a quick exaggeratedly wide-eyed glance at Gab, he opens the door. Smoke immediately emerges, and Richie’s stuck fanning his hand in front of his face and coughing for a few moments until it dissipates enough for him to actually see. Grabbing a tea towel to cover his hand, he reaches in and pulls out the cupcake tray, dropping it on the stove top with a wince and slamming the oven shut.

“Mission success,” Richie says, giving Gab a thumbs up.

She surveys him and the cupcake tray dubiously. “They look bad,” she says bluntly.

“Okay, Operation Survive The Smoke was a success,” Richie relents. “Operation Cupcake God is still in progress.”

“Operation what?” Richie hears, and turns to face Eddie, who’s surveying the kitchen like he can’t decide if he should laugh or groan.

“Operation Cupcake God,” Gab repeats matter-of-factly. “Daddy’s going to take over the PTA like Darth Vader. ‘Cept I think he shouldn’t cut off Mrs Colby’s arm because she needs it to bake brownies and I love her brownies.”

Richie throws Gab a betrayed look. “How am I meant to overthrow her PTA dictatorship if she can still bake brownies to tempt you with?” he asks her.

“Not by serving these, that’s for sure,” Eddie says, prodding one of the cupcakes with a chopstick—where did he even get that?—and sporting the same dubious expression Gab was before.

Gab clambers across the kitchen bench, peering at the carnage, and Richie swings her off, anchoring her to his hip. “Don’t get too close,” he warns, “the oven’s still hot.”

She throws him a very unimpressed look, and Eddie laughs. “He’s right, Gab,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “It’d hurt.”

“Is it because we acciden’ly made a volcano?” Gab asks frankly, looking at the carnage with a curious expression. She leans over to poke one, forgoing Eddie’s chopstick and simply using her finger, and lets out a distressed huff when she touches it. “It’s hard.”

“Too bad this wasn’t for science fair,” Richie says. “She’s got a point about the volcano thing.”

Eddie laughs. “What’s Operation Cupcake God for anyway?” he asks. “Casual Thursday afternoon world domination strategies?”

“It’s the class party tomorrow,” Gab informs him, “and everyone always wants to sit by El because her mom makes the best brownies and I want them to sit by me.”

Eddie’s expression doesn’t lose its amused undercurrent, but it softens into fondness, and he reaches for her. She obligingly puts her arms around his neck and Richie hands her to Eddie. “I see how it is,” he says dramatically, “I’m the favourite until he’s home, huh?”

“Yep,” Gab says cheekily, before cackling with laughter when Richie squawks in outrage and proceeds to tickle her sides. Eddie, because he’s stronger and has more control of his limbs than Richie could ever hope to, keeps hold of her even through all her wriggling, though he takes mercy after a few more seconds and moves her out of reach of Richie’s hands.

“So, Operation Cupcake God is purely about Gab’s popularity, hmm?” Eddie asks, giving Richie a knowing expression.

“There may have been some newly-discovered dreams of being her class’ Peak PTA Parent,” Richie admits.

“I thought that might be the case,” Eddie says with a grin. “Why didn’t you ask Ben for help? Or Mike? Mike’s good at directions.”

“I’m good at directions!” Richie protests.

Eddie gives him a flat look.

“Well, I’m better than Bill,” he grumbles.

“Not exactly a winning argument, Rich,” Eddie says dryly.

“Ben’s got, like, an actual job,” Richie says. “And Mike—well, I probably should have called Mike, but like, I didn’t realise we could recreate Chernobyl with a cupcake recipe.”

“I’ve learned to never underestimate you two,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss to Gab’s nose, making her giggle.

“Hilarious,” Richie says, but he can’t help but give them a fond smile. God, he’s so fucking happy. He has been for years now, but it still never fails to take his breath away.

“Yeah, Jason called, he’s giving me your next gig instead,” Eddie says.

“You joke, but he definitely thinks you’re funnier than me,” Richie grumbles, before brightening. “Though the idea of you on stage is amazing.”

Eddie visibly shudders, and Gab gives him a concerned look. “Yeah, for you, because you enjoy my suffering,” Eddie mutters. “I’d rather help you stage this PTA mutiny than that.” He notices Gab’s expression, and nudges her forehead gently with his own. “You and I are happy sticking in the garage, right? Daddy can have all the stage he wants.”

Gab giggles. “Yeah,” she allows, before adding, “‘cept when we’re dancing. We’re way better at it than he is. I wanna be on stage then!”

Richie laughs. “Yeah, okay, rugrat, if I get the call for Dancing With The Stars, I’ll send you in my place,” he tells her. “You’ll be half their height and still the best dancer there.”

“Will I get a trophy?” she asks seriously.

“Absolutely,” Richie says. “All of America will vote for you—well, actually, America and voting systems don’t really have a good track record, but I trust the public to make better decisions with pop culture than politics.”

Gab gives him a blank look, and Eddie stifles a chuckle.

“You’ll get a trophy,” Richie promises, “but first, your dad promised to help us with Operation Cupcake God—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eddie says, “back it up—when did I agree to that?”

“You said you’d help with the mutiny!” Richie says brightly. “Didn’t he, Gabs?”

Gab nods. “You did,” she says clearly. “I heard you. PTA munity then we hang in the garage.”

“Mutiny,” Eddie corrects gently, then sighs. “All right, fine. Let’s clear all this up, then start again.”

“Why do we need to clean it up? It’s just gonna get messy again,” Richie points out, which he feels is a reasonable objection.

Eddie throws him an incredulous look. Richie’s pretty sure Gab has no idea why that’s the expression he’s choosing, but she mimics it anyway. Double trouble, those two.

“A lot of reasons, like it’s going to be harder to clean later if we leave some of this stuff too long, and hygiene reasons for clean workspaces, but mostly that we only have one cupcake tray,” Eddie says, delivering his final point like the closing remarks of some law drama. Which, Richie has to admit, is kind of apt, because it’s a pretty hard point to argue against.

“Yeah, okay,” Richie says, but he swoops down and kisses Eddie on the side of his head, and then Gab on her forehead.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, but he’s smiling, and the look in his eyes is so soft that Richie thinks he could die of it.

“Just overwhelmed with love for you, Eds,” he says, and it sounds like a joke, but it’s not, it’s not, and it never has been. Eddie’s always been good at seeing the truth behind the laugh—except when it came to him, but they’re well past that now, thank fuck, and now Richie gets to tell Eddie he loves him every day and not only does Eddie know he means it, but he means it back—and Richie’s glad for it every fucking day.

“Sap,” Eddie teases, but his expression is so fond that Richie thinks his chest might actually split from all the love welling up inside.

“Yeah, yeah, stop trying to distract us from the cleaning,” Richie says instead, ignoring Eddie’s huff of indignant laughter. “C’mon, put down the rugrat, she and I can tackle the volcano if you want to find an actual cupcake recipe that works.”

“You managed to cause this much chaos by following a recipe?” Eddie asks incredulously, but obliges.

“I mean, loosely,” Richie says with a shrug.

“This is what I meant about directions,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Show me the recipe you had, I’ll see whether it looks useful.”

Richie nods his head towards his iPad—discarded on the couch in all the chaos—and turns to Gab. “You ready to scrub like our lives depend on it?” he asks, before adding in a stage-whisper that he’s perfectly aware Eddie can hear, “because they probably do.”

Gab starts giggling uncontrollably, and Richie turns his head to see Eddie pulling the finger at him. Richie’s face stretches into a grin even as he puts his hand over Gab’s eyes.

“Why, I never!” Richie says in his best Southern Belle Voice. “The absolute scandal of it—Gabs, I don’t know if you’ll ever be allowed to look at the world again. I’m simply gobsmacked—and from a gentleman, no less!”

Gab’s full-on cackling now, and Eddie’s laughing too, and everything in Richie’s chest feels light. She laughs at his Voices just like Eddie did when they were kids—though Gab actually thinks they’re good. To be fair, they’ve improved a lot, and Eddie probably had a point when they were younger.

It takes them a few minutes after that, mostly because Eddie and Gab would finally stop laughing but then catch each other’s eyes and set each other off again, but they eventually get the kitchen cleaned and a suitable recipe identified. Fixing the cupcake tray is an absolute mission until Gab has the bright idea to pour boiling water on the charred mess—“Like when we have to get blu-tack out of Saffy’s hair in class,” Gab says sagely, to which Eddie looks absolutely horrified—and it makes the burnt cupcakes soggy enough that they can scoop them into the trash with a spoon.

Even making the cupcakes is a lot easier with Eddie. Richie thinks everything is probably easier with Eddie, though he has to admit that following the recipe properly probably has some effect.

“Okay, sweetheart, what colour icing do you want to do?” Eddie asks.

Gab sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth as she thinks.

“She looks like you when she does that,” Eddie says quietly, and Richie starts.

“I didn’t know I did that,” he admits, and Eddie laughs.

“Only when you’re thinking really hard,” he says, then pushes onto his tiptoes to press a kiss against Richie’s lips. “It’s cute.”

“Cute, cute, cute!” Gab says, and Eddie looks at her in amusement.

“Where’d you hear that one, Gab?” he asks with a grin.

“Daddy says all your photos are cute, cute, cute,” Gab informs him.

Richie shrugs. “What can I say, Gabs? He’s always been so cute.”

“You’re cuter, though,” Eddie says to Gab, and she beams.

“Okay,” she agrees happily. “Can we do pink?”

And maybe Richie’s never going to be the Peak PTA Parent of Ms Divega’s class, or even just be allowed to bake anything without supervision ever again, but that’s okay. Watching Gab squeeze the piping bag too hard and Eddie lick his fingers of all the excess she got on him, Richie thinks he’s already got everything he needs right here.

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ours #ours: reddie #domestic #with kids #fluff #by jane

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soraegeeks · 4 years

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Review: Fire in the Blood

Fire in the Blood by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell) AU: Fantasy Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Main relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto; Katsuki and his harem of spouses Status: Ongoing Rating: Explicit

Official summary:

For the first time in his life, Shouto Todoroki thinks he might be happy. Freed from his father's rule by the hand of his husband and now king, Shouto finds himself swept up in his lovers' embrace, the impending threat of a powerful necromancer and his undead pet with a grudge little more than a distant anxiety easily ignored for the miracle that is being loved by Katsuki and Izuku, and watching them love each other. But, as he feared, such happiness can't last.

The Todoroki kingdom has fallen, sending its monarchs retreating to the mountains for shelter and aid. With the Todorokis unseated, Katsuki finds the threat of war on his eastern border more dangerous than ever before. A mad man has taken the Todoroki kingdom and he won't rest until the whole world lies broken at his feet. Tomura Shigaraki must be stopped, but the new alliance forged between the barbarian conqueror and the disgraced flatland king is tenuous at best. As tensions mount, Shouto finds himself trapped between two levees-- on one side, his kingdom, his blood, and his legacy, on the other, his lovers, his home, and the family that made him theirs. And he has no idea where he will be standing when the floodwaters break.

Hello kids, today's review is another fanfic by EllaBesmirched. (I need to figure out another name for my readers but that’s a problem for another day LOL) Fire In The Blood, also known as ‘Todoroki Shouto Can't Catch a Damn Break’ or ‘Welcome to the Fucked-up Todoroki Show’, is the sequel to Elle’s other work Fire in the Mountains. Check out my review of that fic if you haven't read it before or need a refresher.

Let me start by saying that I have no idea what it is about Ella’s writing but EVERY TIME I sit down to review her stuff I end up with pages and pages of notes. I have 8 damn pages of notes in my notebook for this review alone. Insanity. LOL

The story opens on a beautiful Spring day where Katsuki and his extended family are enjoying a picnic. It’s peaceful, it’s fun, and then Shouto gets the surprise of his life when his birth family appears. The Todoroki Kingdom has fallen and the Todoroki family, along with Hawks and the Iida siblings, have fled for their lives. When your birth family unexpectedly shows up on your doorstep you know there’s a shitstorm brewing.

I drew this polycule diagram so I could explain this story to my husband. The look of confusion on his face tickled me so much and I knew I had to keep it and add it to my review.

Intimacy growth

As the story starts it’s been about a month since Katsuki and Shouto’s joining ceremony. About a month since Shouto started being intimate with Katsuki and Izuku. Touching is still a big thing for Shouto and he probably would have burned Hawks when he touched his shoulder in chapter 1 had others not been around. He almost freaked out when Mina, Kiri, and Denki wanted to more intimately touch him in chapter 2 but he seemed to be more open to platonic touching.

Like I mentioned in my review of FitM, between Shouto’s upbringing and his demisexuality, he's still working on wanting to be intimate and accepting that it's okay. And that there are different levels of intimacy that he's learning with Mina in chapter 1, Denki in chapter 9, Kiri in chapter 5.

Chapter 5 was all-encompassing in my brain. I'm overwhelmed (in a good way) about Todoroki and Kiri connecting. Kiri helped Shouto open himself to other types of love. Like Katsuki said in a previous chapter, Shouto was caged in his upbringing. He wasn't given the room to learn human interaction. So when Shouto finds Kiri in their room, they have a mutual understanding. They both have broken familial relationships and a mutual connection with family members hating Katsuki. Shouto let Kiri in and learned more about himself and Kiri helped him see that it's okay to want sexual pleasure and not just “need” it. And Kiri was able to receive pleasure and not be treated like a sex toy in the way that others have treated him. It was beautiful how they connected and I loved that Kiri called Shouto his "soulmate’s soulmate.” They strengthened and developed another bond and that’s especially needed in a poly family.

Shouto had so much growth in chapter 9. The fact that he finally feels like he belongs and he was able to act on more of his desires. Being able to indulge in a dominant role with Katsuki, sexual activity with Denki, and acknowledge that he sees something in Mina and Ochako. His younger self would never have seen 21-year-old Shouto this way LOL. I read Shouto as having a “power” kink. He was always under Enji’s thumb but taking everything he learned from his experiences with Denki, Kiri, Katsuki, and Izuku, and even listening to Ochako were power-ups for him. Baby Dom in the making! Speaking of experiences, shoutout to Izuku for topping from the bottom. Whoo.

I feel bad for our poor baby Shouto. He’s still burdened with feeling ashamed about his scars. And he realized that he never asked Izuku about his scars because he assumed that Izuku had the same shame. Forgetting that scars are celebrated in the Outlands. Someone help the baby’s self-esteem!

I related to how Shouto reacted the first time he spoke with Hitoshi. After growing up in a cage and never having anything that was just HIS (not his feelings, not his thoughts) I’d feel violated and freak out, too. I don’t like people in my head and I’d never want someone in my head uninvited. Thankfully, Hitoshi's interaction with Denki put Shouto a little more at ease. I like Elle’s interpretation of Hitoshi as a mystic and his quirk as the magical ability to read thoughts/see emotions.

I found the references to Katsuki periodically taking a submissive role very interesting. While he’s comfortable during the act, Katsuki wasn’t so comfortable letting other people know. In chapter 1 he was uneasy when he, Shouto, and Izuku were talking about it out at the picnic and again in chapter 9 when Denki barged in on him and Shouto. Ochako's "domineering" qualities were referenced a few times and I love it. It's a recurring theme we also see in FitM and in the side story where Katsuki seems afraid of her and yet intrigued and turned on.

Family

Shouto is learning, growing, and trying to balance his newfound family with what he feels he ‘owes’ to his birth family. At first, he didn’t want to ‘traumatize’, his sister and brother about his family situation, but then he said, ‘fuck it’ LOL. He “realized politics and formality could take a flying leap for all he cared.” These are his loves and everyone will have to accept it. (Note that I DO include Izuku as one of Katsuki’s spouses. I know that he technically isn’t but he’s Katsuki’s first love so that counts for me. LOL) Shouto’s wedded family were very welcoming and looked to include Shouto’s birth family. Katsuki, in a totally Katsuki way, set the tone by telling Shouto’s siblings they shouldn't refer to him by title. “Nah, fuck that shit. Don’t highness me, I don’t play that bullshit with family.” And of course, Denki runs with it to flirt with Natsuo. I cackled when Shouto threatened him to behave, “I will freeze you to your seat, Denki, I swear it.” Katsuki, again, showed how much of a sweetheart he is when he made sure that Rei had her favorite foods during the Equinox celebration.

The burial ritual was beautifully described and I was so tickled by the narrator’s voice, “it was not, in fact, mostly the same” Shouto was exposed once again to a different tradition that he ended up liking better than the one he was raised on. There was such a sense of warmth with the spouses and extended family. And we got some introspection with Katsuki thinking on how he’d like to die.

I love Shouto’s little trio with Izuku and Katsuki. Their interactions tend to be a combo of chaos and insanity LOL. When Katsuki wants Shouto’s attention he has no problem bumping Izuku out of his way. “Katsuki reached back and shoved Izuku with his palm across Izuku’s face without moving away from Shouto at all” Like, sir, what?! LOL In pairs they like to tease the other and Izuku is a little shit cause he repeatedly teased Katsuki for liking to be dominated. And bless their hearts when they get into an argument. "We shouldn't yell at each other." Katsuki and Izuku’s baggage makes Izuku nervous but they’re going to have arguments. Katsuki has admitted to trying to be a better man so they’ll get through it. They can be serious and protective like when Katsuki and Isuku stood up to Natsuo because he was being very ‘Enji-like” in criticizing Shouto. And when it comes to Enji’s ass Katsuki comes at him with bite and Izuku meets him with his head raised like an equal.

Shouto’s relationship with his birth family is complicated as hell. Shouto swings from confusion about being relieved that his father was alive and Enji apologizing for not believing their warning about Touya to being pissed at his father for being an ass and asking why Shoto didn't fulfill his spy mission.

Shouto’s birth family members’ responses to his family situation were interesting. Fuyumi being “scandalized” but wanting more details, Natsuo being completely shocked and wary, his mother giggling, and even Enji’s utter disgust. Not like Enji has any room for judgment since he’s having an affair with Hawks. Hypocrite.

Shoto is in such a hard place of wanting to save and return the Flatlands to his family but being loyal to and choosing to follow Katsuki’s decisions.

I can’t speak about family relations without touching on the sadness of chapter 5. In which both Kiri and Shouto felt like they were on the outside. Upon the arrival of the other tribes, Kiri’s facing heartbreak that he’s shunned by his birth family, and Shouto is feeling distant from his. And can we take a moment to address the fact that after all of the spouses grow old and die, Kiri will have to return home? 😞

On a lighter note, is Ochako pregnant with the first baby of the extended family?! 🤔

Shouto’s Childhood

This is such an ouch section. From Shouto’s POV, he's always felt that Touya was unfairly treated. From the moment he learned that Dabi was really Touya he just knew that Dabi was a twisted version of his brother. But maybe as the youngest, his brotherly image was skewed and he didn't see the real things that happened.

“And he died before you were. Old enough to figure out if he was worth it.”

Shouto learns from multiple people that Touya was cruel and cared little for other people. Natuso told him that Touya had kidnapped him and took him to a dangerous place an hour away. Not the garden where his 5-year-old mind remembered playing and learning fun magic.

“He took you to the labyrinth,” Natsuo said again. “He didn’t tell anyone. You were gone for almost a day.”

And his mother, OH MY! To learn that his mother’s mental state was so wrecked that she confused him for his dead older brother and burned him. Heartbreaking. Something that I've been wondering, I don't think that Shigaraki just randomly picked Touya. I'm starting to think that when Touya started dabbling in necromancy they knew each other before his execution

“They didn't believe me when I said he had evil in his heart. Not all the time, of course. Loved his mother, loved his brothers, loved his sister. But. Sometimes. Enough. Set a servant girl's skirts on fire once, when she moved... something of his. Poor girl had a burn on her leg the size of my hand and I. Well. A mother does what she must. I didn't want to, but he needed to know. Know it's not nice to burn someone. Know what it felt like. Before he really hurt someone, you see. Your father was so angry he took my tea kettle away.”

Perceptions of Katsuki as King

There are conflicting views of Katsuki as king. Shouto, from an inside perspective, says that Katsuki is a good man and a great king. (I find it interesting that Hawks says that good men can't be kings.)

Lady Ashido and the Kaminaris raised a fuss about their kids not being at the meetings assuming that Katsuki thinks they are too weak and he's been tricked by Shoto the "doxy" (a new word for my commonplace book) and Izuku the usurper. In truth, Katsuki just worries about keeping his spouses safe and happy because he loves them. I cheered Shouto on when he snapped at Lady Ashido.

Izuku warns Shouto that the generals don't have undying loyalty to Katsuki because he conquered the other chiefs and collected the chiefdoms. And that there are snide remarks that he didn't take the chiefdom from Izuku. Tarloh acknowledges that he does have talent, “Man’s a tactical fucking genius. Brain of a king. Heart of a warrior.” They just think that he's young and idealistic. For Katsuki, though, he’d rather be that than anything else.

“We’re all fucking naive idealist bastards and I’d rather be a fool on a throne with my family beside me than wise and alone and powerless.”

HAWKS

What can I say about Hawks really?! There were so many allusions Elle left throughout the whole story that there is more to Hawks than anyone knows. In Chapter 2, Shouto notices that it is very odd that somehow Hawks hid behind Enji’s bulk when there should not have been a way for that to happen.

What is it about Hawks that really sets Shouto off but no one else?? Shouto is so disturbed by him but no one else sees it and they think Shouto just finds him attractive which he does but there's just something about Hawks that unnerves him. Hawks does a lot of things that don’t seem to make sense. He’s more open with Shouto and seems to hide less of himself when they’re one-on-one but he speaks in riddles. Shouto is the only one who ever sees Hawks’ slight facial or body twitches.

The quote “he’d seen exactly what Hawks had wanted him to see” says a lot about him. Hawks only does things that benefit Hawks and I sort of wonder if he was so purposely so loud while having sex with Enji. Shouto remembers in the past that Hawks appeared out of nowhere or was more visible in places than you would think a spymaster wouldn’t.

At the same time, the one person who SHOULD get a read on him can’t. His mind is completely blank to Shinsou and he tries multiple times. All of the sneakiness comes to a head in chapter 11. I won't give that away because it deserves to be experienced in writing.

I will end this by saying that chapter 11 left me screaming. I felt like this is why we can’t have nice things! LOL (If you’ve already read the chapter and want to talk about it PLEASE hit me up. I need to scream with others! LOL) Shouto’s gonna be a badass ruler when this is all over. If they all make it through the coming storm.

#bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku #So Rae Geeks Reviews #Fic: Fire in the Blood #EllaBesmirched (El_Bell)#mha #Bnha #fanfic review

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alienoresimagines · 5 years

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Date |Edward “Hillbilly” Jones x Gender Neutral Reader

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A/N : I love Hillbilly and I feel like there's not enough happy stuff about him so... I also feel like I wrote him wrong so please tell me what you think about it... If you want to be added to my tag list, just send me an ask (please specify if you want to be added for the tag list of The Pacific and/or Band of Brothers) Hope you'll like it!

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Posted : 07/08/2019

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You were woken up by someone shaking your shoulder. Crossing your arms under the pillow, you buried your face a little deeper into the flat pillow they gave you. Why you thought it would make Eddie leave still doesn't have an answer. You growled loudly as you heard a little laugh and it was all it took for you to know who was trying to wake you up. Your favorite marine. Edward "Hillbilly" Jones. If possible, your determination not to get up increased almost as much as your heart's beats' speed.

"C'mon, sleepy head, it's time to get up. I want to show ya somethin'.”

“Five more minutes.” you growled into the pillow. The pressure on your shoulder went greater and you could perfectly imagine your best friend raising an eyebrow.

“You're not in the army to sleep in, Y/N.” A frown made its way on your face as you refused to open your eyes to face him.

“I have a permission, today.” You heard him sigh before your blanket was brutally taken away from you.

“Hey! What's wrong with you, Eddie?!”

“You will have wanted it, Y/N.” he said before he began to tickle you.

“No! Stop, please, Eddie, stop!” You squirmed at his hands, a joyful laugh escaping from your lips not failing to make the heart of the man of the hills' country stop.

“Are you getting up?” A smile was stuck to his face as you catch your breath.

“Yes, yes I'm coming." You muttered, panting.

“Good. I'll wait for you outside." It wasn't until Eddie turned around that you noticed it; he had his guitar on his back.

You were walking the streets of Melbourne in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. As you looked for gifts for Eddie's siblings, you couldn't help but find that your friend was acting strangely. As if he were nervous. He fiddled with the shoulder strap of his guitar and just nodding at what you were saying or pointing. You had known him long enough to know that there was no point in asking him directly what was wrong, so you tried to start a discussion.

"So, what do you wanted to show me?" You saw his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed. Never once did he look at you in the eyes.

“I... I found a park last time I came. It's pretty quiet and...”

“Wait a minute. Is Edward Allison Jones really stuttering?”! He groaned and passed a hand in his curls while his face and ears blushed.

“Please shut up, Y/N...”

“Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you! So, where is that park?" He smiled at you before taking your hand in his in a bold gesture. Now, it was your turn to blush furiously, his calloused hand feeling like a fire onto your skin.

You were lying in the shade of a tree, Eddie gently scraping the strings of his guitar. You had long since closed your eyes, letting Eddie's music rock you. You could feel Eddie's gaze on you, and you started thinking quietly. You were fully aware of your feelings towards him and, even though it hurt you more than anything you'd been through, you accepted that he would never feel the same way towards you. And even if he would, he had been in the army for years and had siblings to feed. However, the army strictly forbade relations between soldiers and, if Eddie were to be taken out of the army, he would no longer be able to help his family. You couldn't do that to him. So, you buried your feelings deep inside you, contenting yourself with little moments like these. Where it was just the two of you and you almost forget that a war was raging. But part of you didn't want to lose hope. So, you found yourself saying one of the stupidest things in your life.

"Does it count as a date, Eddie?” As soon as the words crossed the barrier of your lips, you regretted them. You could only hope that Eddie would take them as a joke and not end your friendship while mentally slapping you. He looked at you with big eyes before turning his head away. You've never seen anyone go through so many shades of red in such a short time

“It depends greatly on your answer.” he whispered so low, you barely heard him. The music had stopped.

“Huh?” You tilt your head to the side, the dread in your veins being replaced despite yourself by hope. Eddie couldn't suppress a smile at your face.

“If I told you it was a date, what would you say?” At that moment, Eddie felt like he had just thrown his heart at your feet and was holding his guitar so tight that his fingers were white. You opened your mouth and then closed it like a fish outside the water. You could lie, but you were tired of hiding your feelings from Eddie. So, you took a deep breath and opened your mouth:

“If it were a date, I would be the happiest and luckiest woman in the world.” Eddie released a breath that he did not know he was holding and loosed his grip on his guitar. He smiled at you with joy, relief and love and, before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You, on the other hand, didn't understand what was going on. But when Eddie's lips were on yours, you sighed with contentment. You maybe didn't understand what was going on, but it felt right. You were both a nervous wreck nut you somehow managed to make it work and the kiss ended with you smiling softly at each other, still close enough to feel the other's breath on your face.

“You got no idea of how long I've been waiting to do this.” He muttered. You could feel his lips brushing yours as he spoke. You smirked, looking at his lips once more before looking up to his eyes.

“I think I got a pretty good idea, though.” You whispered under your breath, feeling like you were drowning in his blue eyes.

“Does that mean I can do it again?”

“As many times as you want, until the end of times.” He smiled widely at you before he leaned down again.

That day, Andrew earned 150 bucks on your backs through a bet. You were too blissful to be mad at him and all the ones who had bet.

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shes-soparticular · 5 years

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Slow Burn (Part IV)

Part One. Part Two.

Part Three.

A/N: Part IV of Slow Burn. If you can tell, Kraków is one of my favorite cities and felt like a great point for this particular chapter. Other Alex related one-shots can be found in my Masterlist. Hope you like! Comments, reblogs, likes are always appreciated!

Word Count: 3890

For fear of moments stolen I don't wanna say goodnight But I'll still see you in the morning Still know your heart and still know both your eyes

Since that night the moon has never seemed the same

He wakes up to the faint smell of coconut and a tingling sensation in his left arm. For a split second, the daily feeling of disorientation takes over him as he processes that he’s in yet another hotel room, in yet another country, living this incredibly strange existence. But there’s something different about this morning in particular. The smell of coconut is floating from the head of hair his face is practically buried in, the curls tickling his nose as he tries to take in the scent as deeply as possible and commit it to memory. The state of discomfort in his arm is owed to the fact that it’s nestled under her ribcage, his other arm draped over her stomach with fingers splayed over the skin underneath the t-shirt she’s sleeping in. His t-shirt. Even though his left arm is begging for relief, he doesn’t dare move a muscle. He knows as soon as he does, as soon as she wakes, the moment might be ripped away and brushed under the rug. So for now, for as long as he can, he’s going to breathe her in and relish being pressed against her in the early morning glow. Laying in the silence, basking in it, he lets his mind replay the prior evening. The bandage on the back of her shoulder jogs his memory and immediately takes him back to Kraków’s cobblestoned streets, the moonlight reflecting off of the windows of storefronts long since closed for the night.

They move through the streets slowly, cheeks warm from the Polish Vodka they’d been nursing since the end of that night’s show. A piece of street stall zapiekanka passes back and forth between the two of them, which Alex had spent half the night on the hunt for. When the rest of the group had slowly started breaking off to head back to the hotel in preparation for the early morning drive to Vienna, he had been the one to convince her to stay out just a little longer. Even though he was often mesmerized by her for the simplest of reasons, there was something about Kraków Alex that was more intoxicating than even the vodka. She’d been mentioning since the beginning of tour how much she loved this city, stars in her eyes anytime she spoke about it. But it was different actually watching her wander through Kazimierz and Old Town with her eyes wide, fingers brushing across the brick buildings and taking it all in with nostalgia as if it were a home she’d never known. It was yet another facet of her he hadn’t seen yet, this childlike wonderment, and it only softened his heart for her more. As if it wasn’t already a hopeless puddle anytime she was in front of him. Not wanting to sacrifice a second of watching the flush in her cheeks as the spring night air swept through her hair, he insisted on not letting the night end. Even as the rest of the team, Andrew included, shot him discerning looks on their way out of the final bar, all he could do was shrug his shoulders from behind Alex’s back. It was next to impossible to be rational and lovesick at the same time.

“God, I don’t know what it is about this city,” She sighs to herself, arm tucked through his as they strolled through Old Town. The moon, bigger and brighter than he’d ever seen it, lit their way and reflected off of her eyes as she looked up to him. “I wish we had more time here, I don’t want to leave.” It was clear to him that she was trying to stretch the night out as desperately as he was. There was no other reason she’d still be out in the middle of the night with no destination in mind.

“I know, I can’t believe we’re almost through with Europe.” His forlorn sigh matches hers as they weave past a couple necking on the sidewalk. He and Alex share a momentary smile at the couple’s expense, but there’s an undercurrent of jealousy that they aren’t the ones pushed up against the city walls, lost in one another. Granted, even if they were simply, innocently arm in arm, Shawn still feels as lost in her as if they were tangled in the sheets. “I’m dreading the end of this leg. I’m not ready.” With a rush of nerves, he looked off into the distance, not wanting to make the loaded nature of his statement any more obvious. Because what he was trying to say, what he really meant, was that he wasn’t ready to leave her. Even if it was just for a couple of months, he couldn’t imagine not seeing her every day. Breakfast wouldn’t be the same without listening to her tease Brian. His afternoons wouldn’t be the same without her forcing a smile out of him by asking in a dead serious tone if he ever planned to collaborate with BTS. And the nights? God, the nights definitely wouldn’t be the same. Not without laying across her bed watching her proudly show off her bad dance moves to Lizzo songs. Or listening to her geek out over Game of Thrones theories. He wouldn’t even get tired of the sinking feeling he got every time he caught that last glimpse of her face before her hotel room door shut in front of him. Although, he was certain he’d continue seeing her face nightly anytime he closed his eyes. Nothing was going to match having her in the room, though. The comfort of just knowing she was there and that was enough for all to be right with his world. He just wasn’t ready for anything to change, not in that way at least. What he didn’t realize was that there were plenty of similar thoughts running through her mind at that very moment. She didn’t want to miss out on those sweaty post-show bear hugs, where she’d never felt more at home than wrapped up in his arms. She wasn’t prepared to give up their nightly ramblings about everything and nothing. She was even going to miss bickering with him about the right way to chop vegetables (she truly feared he’d be missing a finger by the time June rolled around). Alex was just as afraid to let this moment in time pass and face the real world again, without one of his smiles to start her day.

“We’ll be running around North America before you know it.” Alex replies with as reassuring a tone as she can muster, rubbing his arm for added comfort. “And you have some exciting stuff coming up in May, I’m already planning my SNL watch party. I’m going to make everyone take a shot if you say, “sing it!”. Two shots if you forget the words. Three shots if you fall.” At the look of offense on his face, she hides in his shoulder, her laugh vibrating against his arm.

“Maybe I am ready to be Alex-free for a little while.” Shawn scoffs, shaking his head but secretly eating up her mocking. “I’m glad to hear you believe in me, feels great.” He still can’t help but laugh along with her. When so many people line up to kiss your ass, it’s always a breath of fresh air to hear from someone who doesn’t mind poking fun. Who can keep you grounded. “What are you going to be up to with your time off?”

She takes a beat to consider the question, obviously not having as impressive of an answer. “I don’t know, I mean, I’ll be back in the office.” It’s easy for him to forget that she has a real job, one with a desk and a cubicle and probably one of those “hang in there” posters with a kitten on it. And far more likely, a bottle of Maker’s Mark in her desk drawer. “I have a lot of contracting to do for a few fall tours, but I should be able to handle all of that from Chicago. I guess I’ll just be hanging out, back to the boring old grind. Gonna be tough to go back to civilian life.”

Continuing their aimless walk, the sound of a busker strumming away on his guitar fills the air. Neither of them recognizes the song, but it’s soft and sweet and only makes his hands itch to pull her in. Not letting himself hesitate any longer, he grabs her hand and gives her a sloppy spin into his chest, grinning at the way he’s managed to catch her off guard. Being that she had more of an impulsive streak than he did, it wasn’t an easy feat. A giggle leaves her lips as she lets herself lean into him, the hand that isn’t in his moving to his shoulder. “I guess I should ask first, if you want to dance.”

He’s fully expecting a snarky response from her, something just sharp enough to keep his ego in check but still kind enough not to bruise it. Surprisingly, all she does is look up at him, the moon lighting her features. “I’d love to.” Her hand brushes further across his upper back, settling on the nape of his neck. It sends shivers down his spine and he can’t decide whether he wants her to notice what she does to him. However, the way she’s melting into him? He’s confident the feeling is mutual. That maybe he isn’t exaggerating this connection between them. Maybe she’s in as deep as he is. They keep swaying together in the empty street, even after the busker starts packing up to leave. He imagines that had neon lights not caught the eyes of this spontaneous girl, that they’d have kept right on dancing until sunrise.

“Hey, I have an idea.” She squeezes his hand, already biting her lip the way she does when a scheme is turning it’s wheels through her brain. “Come with me.” Reluctantly, he drops his hand from her waist, trailing behind her as she takes off with purpose towards one of the few windows that’s still lit up. When he finally takes his eyes off of her long enough to judge the place she’s whisking him towards, he realizes with a chuckle that it’s a tattoo parlor of all places. While it’s true he hasn’t known Alex for long, he knows her well enough to be a little jittery about her plans. When they make their way into the small shop, he stands back and lets her do the talking. He watches as she digs through her purse for her phone, quickly bringing up a picture of a floral sketch she’d already had saved. Listening intently to her rambling, the artist starts drawing out his own version, a small branch of cherry blossoms. He already knew she had several existing tattoos, mostly small and simple. A sailboat on her inner ankle to represent her life growing up on Lake Michigan. A small mountain range on the back of her arm that she’d gotten after spending the summer between high school and college hiking Pacific Crest Trail with friends. The doodle made by her late grandmother dotting her right wrist was her favorite, and the way tears had welled up in the corner of her eyes when she explained it to him made him want to hold her and never let go. In the scavenger hunts to uncover her existing tattoos, she’d never mentioned having another one planned. But clearly, based on the photos saved to her phone, it’s something she’d been thinking deeply about. Being that he’s lost in his own thoughts of her, he almost doesn’t hear her when she turns to him, asking his opinion. “I think under the branch, he should add the words ‘let’s get lost’, what do you think?” The way her eyes flash this vulnerable look she only seems to have when she’s looking at him, he instantly understands the meaning without having to ask. It’s his lyric. A lyric to the first song she ever saw him play live. A lyric that easily represented the way they’d been stumbling together through Europe, falling harder for one another in each new city.

“Really?” There’s this weird sense of pride and humility that fills him, to know that a piece of their time together, a piece of him, was important enough to her that she wanted it to be emblazoned on her body. “I love it, Alex, I really do.” This earns the biggest smile he’s seen from her yet and somehow, he’s never been this tempted to kiss her. Even though that’s the baseline feeling he has every time he wants to kiss her…which is pretty much constant.

Before long, the artist has the design prepared and the stencil complete. For a moment, Shawn is nervous that she’ll want him to wait for her out front. But there’s something about her going off with a stranger that’s going to inflict a certain amount of pain on her that makes him immediately protective. Fortunately, she grabs his hand without hesitation and pulls him along with her to the back of the shop, not letting go as she lays chest down on the cushioned table. Leaning on her elbows for a second, she shimmies down the straps of her dress and bra, leaving her right shoulder bare. She does have to let go of his hand briefly to accomplish this, but quickly grasps it again as soon as she’s finished. When she blows out a shaky breath, he realizes she’s more anxious than he expected. Squeezing her hand as the artist makes the final preparations and applies the stencil, he gives her the same reassuring smile she’d flashed him earlier in the evening.

“So how long have you been thinking about getting this tattoo? You never mentioned it.” He wants to hear the answer almost as much as he wants to keep her mind occupied as the tattoo gun makes it’s first contact with her skin. When she winces, he almost can’t bear it. Seeing her in pain, even at her own request, stings in a way he almost can’t understand. But she’s resolute and manages a smile through the pain.

“Oh, I don’t know, a month or so, I guess?” Alex bites her lip, but it’s out of exposing herself rather than the physical pain. “I’ve been having the time of my life.” This time, she squeezes his hand instead. “I never want to forget it.” He doesn’t even think before reaching up with his free hand to brush her hair back, thumb brushing against her cheek and resting there too long to be considered innocent. They sit in silence for awhile, interrupted only by the sound of the tattoo gun, until the artist announces that he’s finished the line work and ready to start shading the flowers. Clearly picking up on the tender moment between them, a gleam enters the older man’s eyes.

“You know, I never do this,” He chuckles in a thick polish accent, “But would you like to fill in the flowers? I’ll tell you what to do, very easy.” He says this with confidence, as if it’s no big deal to jab a needle into someone’s skin. Especially someone you’re falling head over heels for. To say Shawn is caught off guard is an understatement. No way in hell does he trust himself to do this, to anyone, much less Alex. But the way her face lights up, brighter than when it was awash in moonlight, he knows there’s no way he can get out of it.

“Yes, Shawn, please.” She whines, knowing it’ll be an uphill battle to convince him. The look of determination in her eyes tells him that even if he fights her on this, tooth and nail, he’s going to lose. Now it’s him taking a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair while racking his brain for an excuse that will appease her. Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind.

“Are you absolutely sure? What if I hurt you? What if I fuck it up?” He rattles on, hand still snuggly grasped in hers. “Alex, this will be on your skin for the rest of your life. You need to be sure.”

At his reluctance, she raises to her elbows again for a second, wanting to be even the littlest bit closer to him. “Shawn, I’m sure. You won’t hurt me, you won’t fuck it up. Even if you do, I’d rather have it be your mistake than someone else’s best work.” She lowers her voice at the last part, not wanting to offend the artist that still has a certain amount of her fate in his hands. “If you’re not comfortable doing it, that’s totally okay. I get it. But I’d love it if you did.” Will he ever be able to say no to this woman? Taking one last nervous breath, Shawn accepts the gun from the artist and listens carefully to his instructions, asking him to repeat multiple points before he feels confident enough to move forward. It takes one last soothing look from Alex before he’s finally ready to bring the needle to the skin of her shoulder. Unexpectedly, he feels her relax instantly under his touch. The tension leaves her shoulders, melts from her back. The mere fact that she trusts him to do this, that she wants him to leave this permanent mark on her, something that might outlast them. Something that will be a part of her until her dying day. His imprint on her for a lifetime.

Through some miracle, he’s able to finish filling in the petals as instructed without making any mistakes or causing her an undue amount of pain. For a second, he almost thinks she’s drifted off to sleep before he’s finished, with the way she’s relaxed beneath his hand. But after the tattoo artist takes over to finish some final touches and wrap her tattoo, her eyes flutter open with a look of contentment. He feels her gratitude without her having to say a word, and he hopes she feels his. For letting him in like this, for sharing this moment with him. It’s so strange how something as simple of a tattoo can make him feel so bound to her, which is both euphoric and terrifying all at once.

It’s not long before they’ve finished up and are cast back on to the streets, the back of her shoulder bandaged and their hands interlocked once more. She goes back to leaning into him with her good shoulder and by the time they’re in the elevator up to their rooms, he doesn’t think twice about planting a kiss on the crown of her head. Even if they never go any further, they’ll always have this night. And it alone means the world to him.

They pass his door first and he’s surprised when she comes to a stop. It’s part of their routine that he always walks her back to her room first. “I…” Alex stammers for a second, eyes flicking between him and the door. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Can I…can I stay with you?” The pleading look she’s giving him isn’t even necessary, he wonders if she knows that, if she has any idea that he’d do anything for her. Without a thought. He’s aware how dangerous that could be, but so far, if it just boils down to tattoos and sleepovers, he’s more than ready to give her anything she wants.

“Of course.” He fumbles with the room key momentarily before getting them both inside. While he would have expected there to be an awkward tension in the air, there’s a comfortable familiarity instead. The way they maneuver around each other as they get ready for bed, it’s what he imagines a seasoned married couple is able to do. Except that he respectfully turns around as she changes into the t-shirt he’s tossed her, her boyshorts peeking out from under the bottom once he faces her. That sight alone is enough to make him blush, which he knows is a tad pathetic considering he’s not fourteen.

“Which side?” She asks as she glides towards the end of the bed, debating where to crawl in.

“Count of three?” He crosses his arms with a playful grin, earning one right back from her.

“Okay, one, two, three,” She counts off on her fingers before they both announce their preference. For once, their disagreement works in their favor as he says left and she says right. One more check in the mental “pro” column he’s been logging. He waits for her to crawl in and get comfortable before flipping off the light and crawling in after her. Not wanting to assume this is more than it is, he settles directly on to his back, leaving plenty of space between them across the king sized bed.

“You know, I can take the couch if you want, it’s actually super comfortable,” He has absolutely no clue if it’s comfortable or not…actually, he’s not even sure he’s picturing the right hotel room and couldn’t say for certain that there’s even a couch in the room at all.

“No, please stay.” Her voice is soft, the playfulness replaced ever so slightly with the same softness that was present during their impromptu dance. “Unless you want to, I mean, I don’t want to force you to cuddle with me. Please don’t feel obligated.” The way she sounds seriously concerned, as though she’s the one that’s overstepped, causes him to chuckle louder than intended.

“Cuddle? You didn’t say anything about that…” He inches closer to her, almost an unnoticeable distance, still reluctant to take a mile if she only means to give an inch.

“Shawn, I let you poke me with needles, I think you owe me a little TLC,” She rolls closer to him until they’re nearly touching.

“Okay, that does not get to be a thing you say to people by the way, you asked me to. Begged.” He can see her pout lip even in the darkness of the room, and just like in the elevator, his body moves faster than his mind as he pulls her into his chest. “But I’m glad you did. I hope you like the final result, it’s going to be there forever.” He’s beyond relieved when she settles into him, nuzzling her face into his neck, arm draping over his hip.

“I love it.” Her words are the last thing either of them hears before they succumb to sleep. Wrapped in one another in a way that they know they shouldn’t be but can no longer resist.

Which is what makes it that much fucking worse when the first face to greet them in the lobby of their Viennese hotel is that of a guy he’s seen only in Facebook photos and Instagram posts. A guy he frankly hoped he’d never see in person. Of course, he is tired as hell and probably not seeing clearly, so he’s fully prepared to ignore the dude entirely. That is until he hears the quaking of Alex’s voice next to him.

“Ethan? What are you doing here?”

A/N #2: Okay, yes, this was inspired by a tattoo I got last night. Check my blog for a picture of the fresh product, that’s basically what Alex got ;) Art imitates life, right?

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fic #slow burn fic #slow burn

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Into the Dark: Minghao (Rivals to Lovers)

Summary: You and Minghao are competing for the last place as permanent staff at a Haunted House. You are given one night to prove yourselves by scaring the most people. Genre: Fluff (I write fluff exclusively... fight me) Members: Minghao x reader, Seungkwan Word Count: 3,742 Warnings: Haunted House/Halloween-related creepy content/fake blood decorations Caratober: Day 1 Dark (just posted late, sorry! I’m a college student!)

Where is he? You wonder. I can’t believe he's my competition. I guess this already means I’ll get the spot?

“We’re open in five, everyone! Places!” Your manager calls. As she darts from room to room, her ragged, blood-colored cloak trails out from behind her like a shadow.

From across the room, Seungkwan, one of your closest friends (and someone you hope will be a future coworker) laughs. He is playing a servant, shirt and breeches tattered and smeared with dark-colored goop. His face is smeared too. “It’s always weird to see someone as cheery as her dressed as something so creepy. Did you know that every year, she always picks the creepiest costume?”

You laugh too, picking up the train of your long dress as you walk towards your hiding spot: an old, gnarly tree tree with a little panel that swings away when you push it, so you can hide inside. “No way, really?”

“Yup! It’s weird.” He disappears into his hiding spot: right behind a recess in the wall next to the door, which currently has been designed to look like it’s falling off its hinges. Seungkwan pops his head back out a second later. "Hey, Minghao is my friend... but so are you. So I’m wishing you both the best of luck tonight.”

“Thank you,” you say. “But I already like the environment here, so I’ll have to destroy him. Do you think I’d be a good fit?” I’m on time, at least, you add silently.

“Yes, but at this point, we can’t decide, so that’s why we’re trying to both out tonight to see.” Seungkwan breaks into a mock-serious expression. “ And please, no physical destruction. I don’t want either of you hurt.”

“Fine,” you say, faking a sigh.

“Are you ready?” Seungkwan asks.

“Well, I’m a little nervous, I have to admit,” you say, honestly. You’ve heard the stories from other coworkers: that some customers get mad when they get scared, and will take it out on the first person they see. You’re glad your spot has a panel that you can pull shut if you need to.

He frowns, opening his mouth to speak, when a rush of cold air passes behind you and a low voice tickles your ear. “Why?”

You force yourself to not give him the satisfaction of seeing you jump. Instead, you try to keep your voice nonchalant as possible, which is hard considering the scare, and how close he is. “Oh, there you are. I suppose you must not feel ready either, if you’re already getting a head start on scaring, hm?”

From across the room, your coworker laughs. “Admit it--she got you, Minghao.”

You swirl around to face Minghao before he can retort back, your velvety cloak awkwardly swinging against your back. His eyes are narrow and mouth open as he prepares to bite back, but he blinks quickly, taking a step back, as you meet eyes.

I guess I really did scare him that time?

“Two can play at this game,” you tease, encouraged. Your heart is still beating fast as you take a second to look at his costume--to judge your competition, you need to know what you’re competing with, you tell yourself. He wears a loose-fitting blue robe with gold trim, and dark makeup is messily smudged around his eyes. His hair looks like a rat’s nest, which is very different than the usual way he styles it. You find yourself smirking. He doesn’t really look like he belongs in a haunted house at all. There’s no gore on his costume whatsoever. In fact, it looks almost good. Flattering. If he picked it himself, he would definitely have an eye for fashion.

From behind the door, you hear what sounds like a snort, but you don’t really think your teasing was funny enough to warrant one. You try to peek over and look, but Seungkwan is nowhere to be seen.

The lights overhead flicker off, and the fake torches and candles overhead begin to glow softly, marking a minute til. You turn back to your competition. The lights cast strange shadows across his face, and you are forced to admit that you do find him attractive. Despite... everything.

You shake your head, clearing it, and step away. “Now’s our cue,” you say, ducking down behind the carriage. He finds his spot, a cobweb-covered old-timey carriage, and quickly disappears. The sound system clicks on, and the room is full of owls’ hooting and bats’ screeching. A wolf’s lonely howl is thrown in every once in a while, too.

If you and Minghao had met under any other circumstances... well, you know you wouldn’t hate him. In fact, he had a personality that complemented yours well--before the two of you were told that, with only one spot left on the permanent team, you’d have to compete to earn it. Before that, you’d actually hoped to at least befriend him, what with being the two newbies trying to prove your places. But apparently you’re both competitive by nature...and apparently that nature beat out anything else that could have grown between you.

“Good luck,” Minghao suddenly calls. “You'll need it.”

“And why is that?” You ask, expecting a punch line.

“Because tonight, you look more pretty than scary,” he says, so quiet you almost can’t hear it. “So the odds don’t look good for you. Even if you do.”

And this time, it’s you who is left with their mouth hanging open, because the first customer steps through the doors. And then another one right behind them. They must be a couple, because the slightly shorter figure dashes up to keep pace with the first, and grabs their hand.

He’s trying to get into my head, you think, as you watch their approach. I have to time it right, and he’s... saying stuff like that. Ugh.

You carefully lean towards the panel, and wait until you can hear the couples’ whispers. Then you swing it open and let out a shriek. The couple jumps away, squealing, and you settle back inside the tree.

Sighing, you stare at the hinges of the panel, waiting to hear what Minghao does. Seungkwan is here to gauge the loudness of the screams the two of you earn, and whichever one gets more, will win the spot.

You’re not sure what Minghao did, but you hear the couple squeal even louder for him. If you’re only going to get squeals, you’ll basically be handing the job to him.

I do look scary, you think. I don’t know what he’s talking about. He has to be trying to psyche me out because he knows he doesn’t look the part. You’d spent forever on your dark makeup, and it will pay off.

Then you hear Seungkwan, with his two years of experience, let out a very scary groan. The couple screams, their footsteps fading fast as they start to run.

When they’re gone, Minghao calls your name. You sigh again. But since you know there’ll be another few seconds before the next customers come in, you grudgingly peek out.

“See what I mean?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Just give me some time and I’ll easily prove you wrong.”

“And why would you win against me, when I obviously am the better candidate here?” He cocks his head, messy hair falling into his eyes.

“Because I could say the same for you,” you sputter out. Chill, you tell yourself. Don’t let him make you lose your cool.

He crosses his arms against his chest. “What does that mean?”

Ugh. “You look too good to be scary,” you hiss.

“Wha--” he stops, and something flashes over his face--and you realize what you just said. How it sounded. What it revealed.

He opens his mouth to speak again.

And then you both hear the laughter of a large group of customers coming. So you turn and fling yourself back. Back inside. Back into the darkness to hide your face as it starts to burn red.

Stupid.

* * *

The hours pass, and your throat starts to hurt. You hope Seungkwan is keeping good track, because to your ears, the reactions sound pretty equal. At least right now.

You’ve decided to switch things up sometimes--to leap out of the tree instead of sliding, to let the panel burst open instead of silently glide, or to duck low or stand high, depending on the people. It seems like switching it up causes better reactions, once you get a feel for who would be scared more by what. You wonder if Minghao has caught on to your tactics--because you know he can see you. But because you can’t see him, you don’t know.

In the slow periods, your brain keeps running in circles. Why did I say that? What he said... that’s just him getting to me. But the way I said it? It’s obvious I feel something. Maybe that’s why Seungkwan snorted earlier... was I staring too long? Oh, man. I guess I was staring if he noticed from all the way behind us.

You lean your head against the panel. So stupid.

* * *

Finally, finally, it nears the end of the night. Instead of seconds between customers, it becomes one minute, then two, then three. You know the line is dwindling now, and soon you’ll all be able to head home. And you’ll find out whether or not you won.

I don’t even know if it could be me anymore, you think, sighing.

Your phone buzzes in the little pouch you’re wearing at your hip (since your dress didn’t have pockets), and since you can’t hear anyone coming, you pull it out and read the message. It’s from Seungkwan and it says Almost time now. He’s put you and Minghao in a group chat.

Yup, you text back, unsure why he said that when you can keep on eye on the clock yourself.

Do you feel it? I can.

You stare at your phone, confused. But he always does this sort of thing--staring conversations with random, dramatic sentences like this. He lives for the dramatic.

Feel what? Minghao types.

Seungkwan sends back an annoyed emoji. The air of the room.

What is he talking about? Shaking your head, you text, what about it?

You hear him groan from the over side of the room and almost laugh.

The typing bubble pops up immediately. The tension!!!!!!!! he sends.

You blink, still confused. No one texts anything else for a moment, even though you and Minghao both have read it.

Minghao finally sends in an annoyed emoji, too. What are you even talking about?

Yeah, you’re being weird, you add.

Seungkwan spams the chat with literally all the annoyed emojis on his keyboard. You roll your eyes.

When he stops, he sends a message in all caps. THE TENSION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU! And then, Seungkwan leaves the chat.

Minghao sends a confused emoji. You don’t say anything back, just turn off your screen. Oh boy.

“Yeah, cause we're competing,” you say out loud, making sure no footsteps are nearing.

“That’s right,” Minghao says.

Before anyone else can speak, you hear a group of customers and the three of you go quiet, waiting.

As soon as they’re gone, Seungkwan sighs. “Fine, yeah.” He pauses, and you look down at your phone. Seven minutes until closing.

“But,” he pipes up again, “that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Minghao sounds like he’s standing up. “Then what are you trying to say?” he asks, his voice strangely tight. Maybe his throat hurts too.

“You guys were... friendly... before our manager announced the news that day,” he says slowly. “Some might say very friendly.”

“I wouldn’t,” Minghao butts in.

“Yeah, not really.” You add, agreeing. You have no idea where this is going, but knowing Seungkwan... it worries you.

“Fine, would you rather me say close? Flirty? Romantically interested? That the tension between you is sparks flying?” His voice gets louder and louder as he goes.

That, right there, shows that your gut is always right about Seungkwan. You love him but sometimes...he’s too much. You bite your lip, trying to ignore how his words affect you. You can’t believe someone else--especially the wrong person--noticed what you’d been doing. Because you had to admit that you actually had been flirting back then.

“Shut up,” Minghao says. You can’t judge his emotions from just his voice so you have no idea how he feels. But his words...you are glad to be hidden from view right now. Otherwise he may see the truth.

“Why? Because you know it’s true?” Seungkwan demands. “I’m close with you two and I’m not going to let--” he is forced to stop because Minghao shushes him.

“No! Customer,” he hisses.

You wonder why you, the closest to the door, didn’t hear him earlier, because it sounds like a youtuber who’s vlogging a mile a minute. “And this is the first room... here we go, guys. Oh, it’s dark.”

You wait until he’s right beside the tree before leaping out and screaming. You scare him so bad he almost drops his camera--which you would have felt awful about. But he laughs. “Oh my gosh, guys, did you just see that? Only the first scare and I almost smashed my lens.”

You settle back into the tree and are happy to say that he screams much quieter for Minghao. You shake your head, looking down at your hands. Sometimes you’d thought Minghao had flirted too, back then, but you’d never really been able to tell. You normally were a bit too shy to flirt first, but around him, you’d always felt comfortable. Or, at least, the good kind of shy.

You sigh. Obviously it’s different now. The competition ended everything. If you had the chance to go back and fix it... but I don’t.

You look down at your phone. Three minutes. The youtuber will be the last customer of the night.

Seungkwan realizes this too, and he steps out and into the main part of the room. “Alright, guys, I’m going to go talk to management about which one of you won.”

“Wait--you’re not going to tell us first?” You ask, stepping out of the tree.

He shakes his head, grinning. “Nope. And technically you’re required to stay here for--” he paused and looks down at his phone--two more minutes and thirty-five seconds. So, I’ll head out so you two can... talk. Or whatever.”

“Boo Seungkwan, what do you mean by ‘whatever’?” You call after him. He turns around, winks...and then starts running.

“You better run!” You yell.

You stand there, listening to the recorded spooky animal sounds you’ve grown to hate, and try to hold what’s left of your pride together. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this embarrassed. But you do know that the last time was definitely because of Seungkwan, too. You sigh. Minghao seems--wait, where is he? You turn, about to see if he’s still inside the carriage, but he’s right behind you. Like earlier.

You take a step away. “What are you doing?”

He shrugs, pausing for a second. But then he steps closer and clears his throat. “We probably should talk.”

“There’s no need,” you say. “One of us will get the spot. One of us won’t. We won’t see each other again. Like I said, no need. And it’s not like he’s right about what he said--I mean, he’s wrong all the time, so why not now? That’s... yeah. That’s what I think.” You’re babbling now. Is he even going to believe this? I wouldn’t. But that could be because I know it’s not true.

“It’s strange we’re both so close with Seungkwan but the two of us never met before the training,” Minghao says suddenly. “He’s steered me wrong a lot before, too, honestly.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, not sure how to respond.

“But... he’s good at reading emotions. Reading a crowd. A vibe. Whatever. And... I dunno. I just wanted to talk. Because of that. Maybe there’s some truth behind it.”

You cross your arms over your chest, turning to face him. “Well, you know, I’m pretty good at it too and I never... never felt anything 100% like what he was saying... from you.” You look up, into his eyes, which are strangely intense--and not just because of the makeup. He actually looks quite scary now.

“Then I guess you’re not that good,” he says, speaking quickly, but keeping the same facial expression. “Because even tonight, I was. Doing that. About the luck thing.”

You shake your head, trying to keep your cool under his gaze. Is he saying...? “Huh?”

He sighs, and looks away. You feel like you can take a breath again, with his eyes on something else for a moment. Just as suddenly, he looks back at you. “What I said, about you looking good. Pretty. I meant it.”

Somewhere in the back of your head says that the two minutes and whatever-seconds is up but... you’re not in a rush.

“Oh,” you say, in a small voice, because words have escaped you.

“Yeah,” he repeats, because words have escaped him, too.

It is quiet. The animal sounds have shut off. You suddenly miss them, in the silence. “Well, then...I guess it’s time,” you say.

“I guess so,” he echoes.

You both turn away, and start towards the door..

“I meant it too,” you suddenly blurt out. “What I said about you. Obviously. The compliment, I mean.” Oh no. Oh no. You panic and keep talking. “But... I don’t think you’re right for this. I’m not saying that as competition anymore, I just... You’re supposed to look creepy and scary, right? But your outfit looks... kingly. And you were just meant to be some haunted duke or whatever. Not even a king. But you look so fancy. And you just slapped some smudgy makeup on and messed up your hair and hoped that was enough. It’s not, though, so... yeah. But regardless of whether it’s scary or not, like I said earlier, I still think you look...” you stop then. You don’t know if you can finish.

“I look...?” Minghao is staring at you now.

And it’s still making you nervous. And when you’re nervous, you talk. Like you just finished doing. “What I said earlier,” you mumble.

Minghao furrows his brows. “And what did you say earlier?”

You turn away from him, for real starting for the door. “Good. You look good.”

He matches your pace with his long legs, and gently grabs your shoulder. “I know what you said. I remembered.” He grins, his voice quiet. “I just... wanted to hear you say it.”

You shake your shoulder out of his grip. “How rude,” you say, narrowing your eyes. But you stay beside him. And crack a smile, too.

“I know,” he says. “But... I wanted to be sure.”

"Sure?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t know how you thought of me. We were rivals, you know.”

You laugh. “True.” You shake your head. “So Seungkwan... was right.”

“For once! Just kidding, he’s right about a lot. Yeah, he... he was right. I definitely was flirting the first day we met. At training.”

You start to bite your lip, but then you just let yourself smile. “I see.”

He elbows you. “Hey, don’t say you weren’t, back.”

You two are at the main entrance now. “I was,” you admit.

“I thought so. Even then. That’s why I sat next to you the next day.”

You smile again. “I remember. I was looking forward to working with you, then.”

Minghao nods, smiling back. “Me too, honestly. But... I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”

You start to ask, why not? But then you remember. “Oh, yeah, that’s... true.”

Out of nowhere, Seungkwan appears, acting totally normal again. “Hey, ready, guys?” He asks. “Minghao, you’ll be second. Ladies first.” He brings you over to the manager, who smiles when she sees you.

“Congrats, girl! You got it! Seungkwan told me you were the winner. We’re glad to have you.”

You smile, shaking her hand, and after she gives you a few papers you need to fill out for your next shift, you’re out in less than five minutes. Minghao is waved over, and you decide to wait by the exit for him. What will he do? The haunted house pays pretty well... you wonder what he’ll say when he gets out. What you’ll say.

And then, he materializes besides you, a strange expression on his face. Before you can say anything, he immediately says, “Well, first, congratulations to you. But it’s not bad news for me: I guess they thought I looked good too, because they said they had a spot open for costume department.”

You make a face when he quotes you, but then the rest sinks in. “Wait, what? We just grab our clothes from the racks, though,” you say, confused. “We don’t have a costume department. I guess that explains why your costume was so off from your role...”

“I’ll choose to ignore that last thing, because now, we do! They said they want more of a cohesive look for everyone.” He smiles. “Like us, for example. We look totally different than everyone else. Just look.” He points at Seungkwan, and the manager. As they should, they look...scary. Goop and fake blood are smeared on their faces and clothes. You look down at yourself... and realize that you are only minimally smeared compared to everyone else. And Minghao isn’t at all.

“Oh,” you say, and you both break into laughter.

“I guess we will get to work together, then,” he says, looking into your eyes. But this time, you aren’t nervous, because they’re warm. Happy.

“I’m glad,” you say, because you genuinely are.

“Me too.” He’s still looking at you, and it makes your cheeks heat up. You notice that his are pink, too, and your heart beats fast like it did when he scared you earlier. “Here, let me walk you to your car.”

You nod, and he opens the door for you, and you walk side by side into the darkness. Unbeknownst to you, Seungkwan is standing at the door, watching. “See? I know stuff,” he whispers, smiling almost as big as the two of you.

#caratober #seventeen #the8 #minghao #minghao fluff #the8 fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #xu minghao #happypledis

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quickeningheart · 5 years

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Eight

"It's all good, huh?"

Alley tipped her head back to meet Stoker’s amused gaze over the back of her chair. "It would be, except Charley forgot to mention her supercomputer's possessed," she grumbled, glaring sulkily at the lines of foreign text flashing across the monitor. "I don't even know what I did! I just opened what was supposed to be a spreadsheet file and next thing I know..." She trailed off and shrugged, gesturing helplessly at the screen.

“Hmmm…” Stoker leaned over the back of her chair, eyes intent on the monitor. The fur on his arm tickled her neck as he reached past her to tap a few keys, and she leaned away to give him more space. A warm, strangely familiar scent hit her nose, musky and sweet. It reminded her of horses and hay and sun-warmed fur, and she found herself inhaling deeply.

He noticed, glancing at her with a raised eyebrow as a small grin twitched his mouth. “Something smell good?” he asked, voice low.

She scowled. “Just thinking you smell like a horse stable,” she snapped, attempting to cover her embarrassment. “Do you bathe regularly on your planet?”

His expression shuttered. “Actually, water is pretty scarce on Mars, no thanks to the stinkfish. Portions are strictly rationed, and baths are considered a luxury. We get by with what we have.” His voice held no anger, but Alley knew she’d just been thoroughly chastised, and she ducked her head, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t—”

“Ahhh, now isn’t this interesting,” he cut in, completely ignoring her pitiful attempt to apologize. “Somehow, you’ve managed to access a Martian programming file.”

She hesitated, wondering if she’d misheard. “A … what now?”

“See all this text?” he tapped the screen. “This is incomplete Martian coding. Looks like the beginning of a program, but there are parts missing. Here … and here… Looks to me like our Charley-girl’s been a busy little bee.” He chuckled. “The rookies always brag about how smart that lady is. I think they were understating. She’s a technological genius.”

“Wait…” Alley rubbed a hand tiredly over her face. “Pretend for one second that I have no idea what you’re talking about. What’s this mean? What’s she been busy at?”

“I’ve been attempting to build a two-way communication system,” Charley said from behind them, making Alley jump. She leaned over the desk, tapping a sequence out on the keyboard. The monitor flickered and went blank; a moment later, the regular desktop came up. “I’ve got the basic communication coding down thanks to the guys' bikes, but you’re right, Stoker, it’s incomplete. I need to study something a little more advanced than the bikes for what I want to accomplish.”

“You’re trying to build a communicator strong enough to reach all the way to Mars,” Stoker reasoned. “That’s why you asked me to bring some ship communication components next time I dropped by.”

She shrugged. “I know it’s hard on the guys, being stuck down here without any way to contact Mars, always waiting for some communication from home. I can tell they’re restless. They worry about what’s going on up there. I figure maybe if they could talk to their families and loved ones, it’d help. Even if they can’t leave Earth, at least they’d feel a little closer to home.”

“But, wait,” Alley interjected. “How can you do that? I mean, wouldn’t NASA or someone pick up on the radio signals or whatever?”

“And there’s the trick of it.” Charley nodded. “But the mice have been studying Earth for decades without anyone being the wiser. They’ve come and gone, and have always managed to evade Earth’s detection. They have ways of … cloaking the signals so they don’t get picked up. I’m sure if I can get a look at their technology, I can copy it well enough to build a makeshift communicator of my own. The guys do have a small port unit that can receive messages and orders from Mars. My plan is to build on it, so they can send them back without detection, as well.”

“Wow,” Alley breathed, deeply impressed. “You really are a genius.”

“That’s if I can get it to work.” Charley smiled wryly. “My Martian coding isn’t up to standard yet, I’m afraid. It’s pretty slow going. The war might be over before I can even get it up and running.”

“Why not ask the guys for help?”

“Well, it’s sort of a surprise. They have no idea I’m doing this,” Charley admitted.

“Then I’ll help you out,” Stoker offered. He chuckled at her dubious look. “Don’t worry, I can keep my mouth shut. They won’t get a peep outta me.”

“That’d really be helpful. Thanks, Stoker.” Charley beamed at him. “My hope is to be finished with it by Christmas. I figure it’d make a hell of a gift.”

"That it would," he agreed. "In exchange for my help, I want to be there for the unveiling. I'd love to see the expressions on those punks' faces when they get a load of this."

"So you're plannin' on sticking around for awhile?" Charley asked. "It'd be real nice to see you, but won't HQ get a little pissy if one of their best guys ups and disappears on 'em?"

"I told 'em where I was goin'. They can't complain."

"Uh-huh." Charley smirked at him. "Knowing you, you probably just tacked a note on the door before taking off. 'Gone to Earth. Be back soon!' Am I right?"

He grinned. "It's almost spooky how well you know me."

"Oh, it's no mystery," she snorted. "I practically live with a trio of Stoker-clones. If I haven't figured out what makes you macho mice tick by now, I don't deserve to be called a genius."

Stoker winked and chuckled before heading back to his bike.

As soon as he was gone, Charley gave her cousin a hard pinch on the arm. "Ow!" Alley yelped. “The hell, Charley!" She glared and rubbed her abused bicep. "It's not like I knew you were hiding some big secret in this thing!"

"That's not why I pinched you. You promised, Alley."

"Promised what?"

"To treat my friends with respect. That includes Stoker." Charley lowered her voice. "I heard what you said to him, and if I heard, that means the guys probably did, too. Retired or not, Stoker is a well-respected general, and insulting him in front of his subordinates is demeaning!"

"Come on, I'm not deaf. You guys have been goin’ at it all morning," Alley protested.

“That’s different. Teasing and good-natured banter are fine. Deliberate insults are not.”

"I didn't insult him."

Charley raised an eyebrow. "So telling him he smells like a stable was a compliment."

"Yes," Alley replied pertly.

"On what planet?" Charley threw her arms up, and Alley pressed her lips together to keep from grinning.

“Remember Pop-pop Davidson's horse ranch in Montana?"

Charley blinked down at her cousin, nonplussed. "What's that got to do with anything?"

Alley leaned back in the chair. "Those summer visits we used to have when we were little kids. Well, when I was a little kid, anyway. Fishing and swimming and horseback riding… And remember how he always let us sleep out in the horse stables, up in the hay loft? We'd pile all those hay bales together and make blanket forts and mazes out of 'em, and tell each other ghost stories. Yours were always way scarier, though."

Charley’s expression softened. "Wow. I haven't thought of the ranch in years. That brings back memories. Those were great times, huh?"

Alley smiled wistfully. "Yeah. Those trips were always my favorite vacations, getting to hang out with my cool older cousin. I was so mad when the family sold the ranch after Pop-pop died."

"Well, our dads weren’t exactly the rancher types,” Charley replied with a laugh. “And they had the garage to run, after all. Couldn't just drop everything and move out to the country. Selling it was the reasonable thing to do. ‘Sides, that money helped Uncle Chuck start his business in Florida, right?"

“Sure, I know that now. But I still miss those days sometimes.”

Charley pursed her lips. “That’s all well and good, but I still don’t see how the ranch relates in any way to the current topic."

Alley squirmed, embarrassed. "I'm saying, I always thought the stables smelled good. Clean hay and horses and fresh air. Like good memories. That's what … Stoker smells like. And that’s why telling him he smells like a stable wasn’t an insult." She felt herself blushing as a delighted grin slid over her cousin's face. "And if you ever tell him I said that, I'll kick your ass."

Charley held up her hands, her expression oddly coy. "I won't say a single word," she promised, sounding way too innocent.

Alley's eyes narrowed, and then she huffed and let her head drop onto her crossed arms. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?"

"Well, not right behind you. He's actually about five feet back and a little to your left."

She lifted her head to glare. "And it would've killed you to let me know he was listening?"

Charley grinned, winking at the tan mouse. “I figured his poor ego needed a bit of soothing after that bawling out you gave him this morning.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Alley muttered. “Gimme your truck keys. I need to head to the school for that paperwork and stuff.”

“What about the filing?”

“It’s almost done. I’ll finish when I get back.” Alley held out her hand.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know.” Grinning, Charley dropped the keys into her open palm.

Alley chose not to dignify that with a response. She grabbed her messenger bag off the back of the chair where she’d slung it and made a beeline for the door, pausing just long enough to shoot Stoker a threatening glower. “It doesn’t mean anything and I don’t wanna hear one word about it.”

He held up his hands in mock-surrender, affecting a serious expression. But he couldn’t quite hide the grin twitching at his mouth as she turned on her heel and stomped out of the garage to the truck parked around the side. He glanced at Charley, smirking. “What was that you said about me losing my touch?” he teased.

Charley laughed and threw a rag at his head.

#Biker Mice from Mars #bmfm fanfiction #humor #drama #romance #Charley #original characters #ocs #Stoker #the trio

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writeangstime · 6 years

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What am I feeling? (McCree x Reader)

The last giveaway story, this time it is @varthdater. The reader is pretty specified, so don’t be suprised.

Day was hectic as always, so many people going in and out the workshop, coming with more or less important issues, wishing to either have something fixed or asking you for the gun upgrades. You never minded the company, but for now you wished to stay as focused as you could, working on the rather detailed and delicate thing.

“What are you doing up there?” a voice from behind made you jump, dropping tools that rang on the metal surface of the table, Trying to act as cool and calm as you could, you turned around to look at the person that decided to surprise you, though you already knew who came with the visit.

“Jesse…” you sighed, your composure steady, though a part of you was freeze, not being sure what to do at that moment. The scent of ash and dirt hit your nose as he leaned more towards you, a smug grin appearing on his lips while he tipped his hat.

“I didn’t know you want to do me, but if you say so, I am more than willing to cooperate” he winked, his smooth and charming side showing, like he was waiting for you to make any mistake or misspell any words. A sigh once again escaped your lips – though you knew there was nothing mean behind his attempts, it still somehow bothered you when he acted like this.

“No…I mean, I am doing something rather important right now, but it is rather dull thing. I don’t want to bother you with details, nothing that is exciting enough to share” you wanted to gently let him know that you preferred right now to rather stay alone. A glimpse on his face showed that he caught the idea behind your words, though he was not ready to give it up.

“So, maybe after you finish this very boring yet important stuff, we would do something interesting? I know a cosy place if you are up for barbecue, if not, we can think of something else” he set down next to you, leaving enough space for you, so you wouldn’t feel drowned by his closeness.

“I…don’t know” you started. It wasn’t like you could say firmly ‘no’ to Jesse, while pushing him away and showing him the luck of your interest. Though he teased you from time to time, you couldn’t say he was bothering you or being creepily unpleasant – he always treated you with respect and made sure others also did it. Mostly it was the case that you didn’t decide how to respond on that.

Not that you were new to the whole idea of dating or even having a long-term relationships, but to be honest, when it came to your mind, some time after break-up they all seemed bland like there never was any true feeling between you and your boyfriends. With McCree case wasn’t that simple – now you felt like you would do so many things for him if he would just only ask, drowning into his warm-brown eyes, at the same time some of his actions coming into your dislike. There was a question if the thing that was inside you was a true feeling towards someone or once again a weird flame that will disappear after some time.

“I mean, I maybe would have something else, the projects should be ready by the end of the week and I don’t know if someone wouldn’t come….ummm….I mean…you know, right?” yes, this were probably the worst excuses you have ever come up with, but to be honest, now you felt a bit like you were in the corner, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but not being also sure how to break the suspense.

You saw that his face quickly turned into rather serious, somehow a disappointed gaze that quickly disappeared from his face. Standing up he grunted slightly, scratching the back of his head and nodding. “Yeah, I mean, right. I shouldn’t probably occupy your time” he moved himself towards the exit, but before that he stopped to turn away and look at you one more time. “Please, tell me, am I bothering you? Maybe I am too nagging? If I don’t have a chance, just tell me, I don’t want to became a creep” it looked like by your whole case of not couldn’t make up your mind, he couldn’t guess if you were playing just hard to get or there was anything else behind this.

Now you felt embarrassed about that, feeling that you misleaded him, giving him a bad idea not only about you, but also about the relation between two of you. Quickly standing also so he wouldn’t leave, you shuddered, not knowing how to start.

“N-no! I wanted to say, uh…. Shit, dat ging fout, hoe leg ik dit uit?“ you took the deep breath. “I am unsure…I know I feel something towards you, but I don’t want to mislead you anything that wouldn’t be true. What if I would do anything that would hurt you, being sure that I want to act in good manner?” you shoot him worried look, hoping that he would understand.

With a relieved sigh, he moved closer, gently taking your hands into his and joining your fingers. “How about we just try? With nothing that would be so serious or demanding, just being on the friendly dinner and try this out? What abut that?” he smiled and you breathed out, biting your lips. His eyes were now so sincere that you could hardly disagree with that, but soon you nodded, agreeing on his proposition.

“Just…I would need some space” you smiled to him and he carefully pulled you into the hug, placing a tickling kiss on your cheek.

“I will wait as long as you can and give you as much space as you need” he nodded. You send him a smile, the moment feeling good until both of you jumped on the beeping sound that came from the door.

“Sorry” Genji apologized, standing there and turning something off that was connected with his armour, beside him Gabriel Reyes looking at you with an amused gaze. “Don’t mind us and continue”.

#overwatch #mccree x reader #mccree

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thecrazyanimegirl · 7 years

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Here is one of my fanfictions from Wattpad, hope you like it ;) This is something new for our blog, if you like it we will try to post more similar stuff. Also we accept asks for headcanons and short fanfictions! Not just for Levi, but for other characters that we post on our blog ^^

NO NAME by @technostargazer

The most beautiful and meaningful event of the year bears the name ‘The Reluctance Ball’.

At the most formidable times, society changed to the worst. The gap between the classes was present as far as men started forming the first associations thousands of years ago but the types of slavery changed within every culture and time. Those who didn’t have luck to escape the harsh punishments of their debts are now are imprisoned to entertain the high classes in various ways. Depending on their talents they were devided into different sections, some worse than the others. One of them was the 'The Reluctance Ball’. Having no other gift other than the voice, you would be trained to perform all kinds of music on stage. And once in a year, the most talented ones had the honor to perform on the yearly ball.

One of the entertainment groups was called 'No Name’. A band consisting of three people who wore suits and white bandages over their eyes. A female guitarist. A male drummer. And a male singer.

They decided to discard their names after the verdict to mock the higher-ups, acting like mere pigs in the unjust world as they were judged. Their songs were provocative and sharp tongued, which was the reason why the elites liked them so much. It was very amusing to watch them struggle against the system, like fish trying to survive on dry land.

Today was the day of their performance and one particular lady was looking forward it.

Her story was different. She might have been a member of the most wealthiest class but few knew her struggles to the top. She wasn’t popular among the nobility because of her nasty reputation. The gossips whispered about all kinds of physical cruelties she had done in her early years only to emerge on the top of her group as a winner. Years passed after her uprise and she managed to build herself a steady income thorugh connections and some shady trades. But between all the masks she wore one thing remained: she valued life more than anything in this world.

Having rarely time to enjoy herself, she managed to spare some time to look into the event invitation she recieved from one of her work partners. Upon hearing that the notorious band 'No Name’ participated in the annual ball after placing under the top ten in the musical stand-off, she promised herself that this was something she would like to see with her own eyes. If someone could show her the beauty of life in a way only she could understand, it was deffinitely the convicted singer that had the guts to provocate the nobles on such levels.

A blood red dress hugged her curves while the rest of the gracious body was ornated with various jewlery. Silently she moved through the crowd to her arranged table in front of the stage. Some moments passed until the lights went out and dark silhouettes appeared. All eyes were on the figures, concetrated, awaiting for their first move, like predators patiently lurking the pray. They were only mere pigs on the stage, after all. The young lady took a sip of champagne focused on the current situation.

They endure the looks of humiliation with such resistence that it can be felt in the air.

The instrumental of the song started and the singer spoke the first words: “Kneel down, pigs…”

His voice echoed through the hall, catching even the attention of the waiters. The lady held her breath unkowillingly, listening to every twitch of the string and processing each word throughly that left his lips.

“I’ll show you, tearing it to pieces If you only Wish for salvation, for the future Then, kneel down”

She could feel every emotion that he leaked through the song. It reached her heart because she could relate to all the horrors that the unfortunate had to bear. Slowly but surely, her cold heart warmed up to him.

Not being in control of her body anymore and her sight fixed on him, their eyes met for a brief moment. His steel gaze peered right into her soul and a pleasant shiver went down her spine. Captivated by the enchanting sight of the man before her, her body refused to listen to the voice of reason. Now she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to.

Her limbs writhed with unknown desires as he sent her a wink during his performance. A sly smirk appeared on his handsome face upon seeing her sudden reaction to his teasing. He was pleased seeing such a pretty lady gaze at him with so much admiration. It was unusual for a female from the audience to give him this kind of attention, he was used only to them looking down onto him.

“For who, and for what sake, do you fight? Right now, with that brain of yours Think of it.”

There was no way she could let that man leave after sending such signals without exchanging a few words with him. They had to perform two more songs later so she had time to talk to him until then, if she manages to get to him.

Before the song ended, she rised from her seat and sneaked behind the scene, passing a guard without complications with a small bribe. She found his changing room, slipped inside and waited. It wasn’t long when the door opened again, revealing the good looking artist before her. He wasn’t surprised seeing her in here but it excited him a little bit so he had to mantain his posture.

“Did I really catch your eye so much that you wanted to meet in such private surroundings? You know that it’s not safe for a lady to be with someone like me without protection.”

He closed the space between them and lifted her chin with his silky hand.

“Men are sinful creatures…”

“Women are no different, you know?” she added playfully while raising an eyebrow. A soft smile graced his lips and he started to undo the bandages from his head to gift her with a better sight on his face.

“What do you hope to achieve with your music?” she asked shamelessly, trying with all her might to withstand the urge to trace her fingers along his sharp jawline.

“You are here with me, so you already know the answer. Both of us come from the same ugly place and know that there is no escape from the origin, no matter where you go.”

His breath tickled her skin while he brushed his lips along her neck. Resting her head on his shoulder, she shivered with delight and ecstazy.

She composed herself for a brief moment to speak: “I have enough money to buy you and all of your members out of this shithole, but I guess that isn’t what you want, right?”

“You are guessing right, brat. I want to spit all off my fucking thoughts at them as long as it’s possible. I can’t stand to look at all the bullshit here in any other way.”

“Then I’ll have to find an other way to get close to you…”

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes.

“Yes, you will do that brat, because I have claimed you now.”

Placing a short and yet passionate kiss on her lips, he separated from her to prepare for the next act. She watched him get dressed while only one thought raced through her mind.

We will see who holds the property upon the other.

If someone didn’t know, Levi’s voice actor sang a few songs other than Kneel you pigs. Their names are: Masked Bitch and Pomp and Circumstances, so go on yt right away and listened to them. I promise that you won’t regret it ;)

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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You’re not a freak, you’re my daughter; Sebastian Stan x teen reader

Now this request has some triggers in it mostly revealing the daughter to be a lesbian now I will say this now. I am NOT gay but that doesn’t mean I Hate gays. Bis, pans whatever sexuality you are. I do NOT discriminate that so if you give me hate for this piece just because it’s dealing with coming out of the closet, you WILL be sorry. Now I hope I did this piece justice for you guys on Tumblr (I did do good to some people who had told me they were gay on wattpad) I just hope I do good with this request I had gotten cause I really wanted to make this as real as I could with the fears ad doubts people have when it comes to revealing something like this to parents.

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Another day, another close call. Not only did I have to keep my secret safe from my dad and grandma but also the press. Swarming around celebrities and their children like buzzards to a carcass asking them questions about the latest dirt on them, yeah being the daughter of a celebrity especially one like Sebastian Stan has its ups and downs sometimes downs but mostly ups. Whenever I feel down or alone, my dad almost has this superpower of knowing what to do to make me feel better.

Whether it's taking me out for ice cream to the best ice cream shop in New York, to a picnic in Central Park, or just staying inside watching FRIENDS on Netflix. Even when he's away filming he always tries to call me even when the time zones are different just to talk with me while I say over at my grandma Elisabeta's place.

And being his daughter also has its perks when he allows you to meet some of his co-stars and dearest friends. Like I've known my uncle Chase Crawford ever since I was a little girl when he and my dad met on The Covenant, ever since then he's been the best uncle I could ever ask for taking me in whenever my dad or my grandma are too busy too, sometimes I think of Uncle Chace as a godfather than an uncle and I think my dad does think that sometimes too.

Then when my dad got involved with the Marvel films that's when things got really big for him and for me, I then got to meet Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Elizabeth Olsen and the rest of the Marvel family once Civil War came out. The Marvel family soon became my family as my dad had taken me to all three Captain America premieres as his "date". Since then, my dad has become the hottest celebrity and the hottest Marvel dad to appear in the media, if anything bad or shady to happen in his life would ruin his career for life, which brings us to the present day.

I was in my room holding on my phone waiting for a special someone that I had met while my dad was on the press tour for Civil War to call me. My phone rang and I answered it and said.

"Hello sweetie".

"Hey, I just saw the recent video of your dad at Wizard World, you are so lucky to be related to him".

I smirked then replied back.

"Yeah well I had to get my sexy Romanian genes from someone right?"

"Oh of course you gorgeous Romanian Goddess, so when do I get to meet him?”

That's when my stomach dropped. I couldn't do this to my dad, I mean if this got out, I'd ruin his life forever.

"I don't know...."

"Sweetie, I gotta meet your dad, he won't get mad. I mean he probably knows what this is like since he's played characters like this throughout the first part of his career, right?"

"Yeah but....but what if he does accept but the media doesn't? My dad is finally being recognized for his talents I couldn't do this to him, it would ruin his good name".

"I understand sweetie, but I also understand that if you don't tell him then I might as well just drop by and tell him myself".

"And if you do that, I'll punish you".

"Ohhh is mommy getting angry? Does mommy wanna spank me?"

"Very tempted to". I then heard footsteps coming towards my room and I quickly said, "Hold on it's my grandma I got to go!"

"Okay, I love you"."I love you too, bye-bye" I quickly hung up as my grandma opened the door and said.

"(Y/n) sweetie your dad's back from the convention in Philadelphia". I stood up and said.

"Thanks bunica". I kissed her cheek and walked down the hall and saw my dad standing in the living room.

"There's my number one girl in the world".

"Hey dad" I walked over to him and he kissed my cheek and brought me close to his arms.

"Were you good for your grandma while I was gone?"

"The best".

"Oh don't you go lying to your father now young lady. I caught her texting someone very late Friday night after I had sent her to bed".

"Really? Who was texting you?" My dad asked with a raised eyebrow. I couldn't tell the two most important people of my life about my secret so I quickly covered it up.

"One of my friends had texted me. She was on vacation in Spain and she was sending me as well as a few other friends some pictures and stories about her and her family vacation".

"Well for that little white lie, you get a visit from the tickle monster!" Dad then began to tickle me around my sides. I scrunched up against him and tried to get away from him but my dad's strong arms kept me close to him as I was soon pushed onto the couch and soon felt him tickling my stomach.

"No! Nohohoho dad stohahahap ihihihit!"

"Hmmm I don't know. Say my dad is the greatest dad in the whole world and he's better than Anthony Mackie then I may just stop".

"Tahahaha-Tahahaha!"

"Alright Sebastian she's had enough, let her off".

"Okay fine". He finally stopped tickling me. I breathed heavily then I sat up and he said, "I kinda wish you came to Wizard World with me, I had told the guys I would bring you".

"I'm sorry dad, but I had promised Aaron that I'd tutor him in Biology, the guy would be lost without me having his back".

"That he would, now go pack your stuff and we can head back home okay?" I nodded then I ran back to the guestroom and packed up my suitcase then I hugged grandma bye and then Sebastian and I walked a couple of miles to the subway and headed up street to our place.

When we got home, I settled my stuff in my room and collapsed onto my bed then I felt my dad collapse beside me and he said.

"So baby girl, I'm free for the next several weeks, what do you wanna do?"

"Catch up on Friends?"

"Alright, I'll set up Netflix if you order the pizza".

"You got it dude" We then got up and then spent the rest of the day eating pizza, junk food and binge watching Friends.

Later that night, I was all ready for bed when dad came in and he sat down beside my bed and said.

"You glad to have me back sweetheart?"

"Honestly I was hoping you wouldn't come back, I hated seeing your ugly mug everyday" I teased at him smirking. He smirked back at me and playfully tackled me into my bed. The two of us wrestled playfully for a while before he finally stopped and tucked me in.

"Baby girl, you know you can always tell me anything right?"

"Yeah of course I do, dad why are you telling me this?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm willing to listen to anything you have to say, cause I feel like something's bothering you".

"Nothing's bothering me I promise okay" I didn't intend for that response to be too defensive but nothing gets pass over Papa Stan's eyes.

"Okay. Goodnight micuţa mea" he kissed my forehead gingerly and walked out of my room shutting the door softly. As I laid there on my bed, tears ran down my face as I couldn't take hiding this from him any longer. I wanted to tell him along with bunica Elisabeta but I couldn't face the shame and humiliation that they'll look at me if they find out, not to mention if the press got a hold of it, I could just picture it now: "Sebastian Stan: Father of a freak!"

The next couple of days, I've been trying to avoid doing anything with my tata or my bunica because I had made plans with (g/n) to go out for a picnic at Central park. I had a feeling that they were suspicious of my behavior but I tried to act it off and play it cool with them.

"Hey (y/n)! Can you come down here a second please?" I heard my dad call out. I placed my phone down after texting (g/n) about our picnic and I headed for the living room where I saw my dad and my grandma sitting on the couch. "Come and sit down with us for a second baby girl," I cautiously sat in-between my dad and my grandma and I asked.

"What's up you guys?"

"(Y/n), iepuraș your father and I have been noticing you've been acting not like yourself lately. Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine everything is fine" I stated. My heart began to race in fear that they were beginning to piece things together.

"Are you sure? Lately you've been sneaking out to god knows where, you've cancelled on all our plans and you always keep your phone at your hand more than you usually do. Are you sure there isn't anything you want to talk to us about?" asked my dad.

"Why are you guys hounding me about this?!" I didn't mean to snap at them as I shot up from the couch.

"Sweetheart we're not hounding you. We're just concerned about you, are you doing anything bad? Is someone threatening you? Stalking you? I just need to know what's wrong with my dragă" my dad said as he reached out for me. I swatted his hands away and turned away and muttered.

"You just don't understand".

"Then help us understand".

"I can't!"

"Why not?!"

"BECAUSE THEN YOU'D BE RUINED BY BEING MY FATHER!!" I then raced out of the apartment and ran to the only place I knew I could hide well, (g/n)'s house.

My dad just stood there in shock as I had ran out and he immediately took out his phone and scrolled till he saw my number.

"Sebastian hold on," he turned to his mom and she continued as she placed a gentle hand on his arm, "give her some time to cool down, then give her a call".

"Mom I—I just don't understand why she's so mad at me all of a sudden? This isn't my little girl that I held before, in fact ever since her first date when she was 13 she's been acting odd. I don't know what to do anymore".

"All you can do is be there for her. You're a great father, you've raised her and loved her ever since the day she was born. You've always put her first and she knows you love her. Being a teenager is hard, you went through it too, especially when we first moved here to America".

"Oh god don't even remind me. That was practically Hell for me".

"Language young man!" His mother scowled as she hit him in the back of the head. "Just give her a few minutes, then call her and calmly talk to her, she'll come back around".

"I hope so Ma, I really hope so".

After about 10 minutes, my dad called my cell but was shocked to hear it so close by. He and his mother raced to my room only to find my phone sitting on the dresser by my bed but no me.

"Oh god, now who knows where she might be? It's getting dark soon, she could've ran away and got captured or mugged or god knows what else. I've gotta report this!"

"Hold on Sebastian, she's texted someone recently," my grandma said as unlocked the phone to reveal my messages. "Sebastian, do you know of a (g/n)?"

"No I don't think so". They sat down on my bed and scrolled up to see hundreds of messages between the two of us. Some of them just joking around to the ones wed speak of each other in endearment. And to be even more romantic I had even sent her some messages of speaking loving endearments in Romanian to her telling her she was the light of my endless dark tunnel. She was my soulmate and that I loved her more than life itself. It was then my dad and grandma knew why I had been acting strange.

I was gay.

"What kind of father am I? I should've seen the signs".

"Sebastian—"

"Mom I'm her father, how could I have not known this? Hell as the first part of my career I've played a gay character I should've seen the struggles she was going through but was so afraid to tell me. No wonder why she said that she'd ruin me. But she won't, she's my daughter and I'll always support her. But god—the fear that she must've been going through for years, too afraid to tell me even you, god I'm such a bad father".

"Now what did I just say to you Sebastian Stan. You are a great father to (y/n)! You've always put her first before anything else, and right now more than ever she needs you. As well as me".

"But ma, (y/n)'s head is probably telling her that we hate her because we're onto the fact that she's gay. Hell she's probably terrified".

"Maybe but if anything she may just be at this (g/n)'s house, thinking that might be the only safe place for her right now".

"What can I do to make this right to her?"

"What you've always done for her my son, be her father". Sebastian looked down at my phone then called "Chocolachino" on his phone.

Meanwhile I was curled up with (g/n) in her bed sobbing into her chest with her arms wrapped around me.

"It's okay, it's okay. Listen, I don't think your dad and your grandma hate you".

"But they know something's up. Like I've said over and over again it's only a matter of time before someone gets a wind of this and ruin my father's career". Suddenly her phone began to ring and when she held it, it showed my number. "Oh god, I'm such an idiot! Why, why, why did I leave my phone in my room? Now they really know".

"Well should I answer it?" My brain was telling me 'hell no!' Because I was probably in for it as it is for worrying them so much. But my heart was screaming louder than my brain and just wanted this to be over and done with because I couldn't take hiding this anymore. This has been weighing me down for years when I found out that I was gay and now that I have a girlfriend, the fear only weighed heavier on my heart and soul. I held out my hand and she handed me her phone and I answered.

"Hello?"

"Oh (y/n), thank god you're safe".

"What do you want dad?"

"Sweetheart—I know the truth, and I want you to come home". I closed my eyes sorrow-filled then I choked out.

"You're disgusted with me, aren't you?"

"I won't answer that unless you come home, just you. We'll sit down and have a long talk about this, just please come home". That's not the answer I was hoping for but again I just wanted to get this over and done with.

"Give me 5 minutes".

"Okay, see you when you get here". We both hung up and I looked to (g/n) and said, "he now knows. And he wants to talk about it. He didn't sound happy but he also didn't sound angry. He basically just spoke to me in the Winter soldier's voice at this moment, something inbetween so who knows what he wants to say, but he wants me home now".

"Do you want me to come with you for support?"

"No, no this—this is something that I have to do on my own, but thanks dragă". I kissed her then I left through the window and scaled down skillfully to the ground and got back on my bike and rode off back to the house. All the while my brain was kicking me down and my inner demons began talking to me.

'You've really done it this time'.

'Your grandma will think you're garbage and your old man? He'll boot you out the second you reach that door'.

'How could you do this to him? He's Sebastian Fucking Stan? You've tainted him!' Tears boiled in my eyes as I finally reached home and slowly made my way up the stairs to my floor. When I stood before my door, my heart was racing like I had just won the marathon and ran the Forest Gump trail all over the USA. My palms sweating and tears blurring my vision as I reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it.

When I opened the door, I took notice that it was completely dark inside. I guided myself through the hallways until I had found the light switch and as soon as I turned on the lights, I was greeted with people jumping out from behind the furniture, some balloons, streamers, a BIG (f/f) cake and a banner that stated in big bold letter.

CONGRATS FOR COMING OUT!!

And along with my grandma and my dad was Chris Evans, Elizabeth Olson, Anthony Mackie and my uncle/god father Chace Crawford.

"Wha?" I choked out.

"Oh man little Stanner's bringing in the water works, no worries I know how to handle this, come 'ere sweet heart and let me give you a Big Mackie bear hug, come on bring it in here" uncle Anthony came up to me and brought me into one of his famous Mackie-bear hugs. He gently rocked me back and forth a couple of times which made my stunned body relax then when he felt I was satisfied he separated from me and soon uncle Chris came up to me next.

Fans have always said they were lucky enough to get hugs from Captain America, what they didn't was the full satisfaction it was when his hugs really meant something. Strong and protective yet comforting and warm. Like a big cuddly teddy bear.

"Congrats for coming out like this (y/n), Team Cap is honored to have someone like you on our side". Next up was Elizabeth Olson, whenever it came to us, she was like the really cool and laid back big sister that I never had before.

"Congrats (y/n), you are a brave, brave soul to come out like this". She kissed the crown of my head and then came in uncle Chace.

"Alright my turn, get in here" he brought me into his arms. "I know it's never easy to admit to something like this, but you should feel proud to know you've got so many people who still love you whether you are straight, gay, pan or whatever you end up loving". Uncle Chace kissed my temple and rubbed my back soothingly in circles then he separated from me and there stood my grandma.

She immediately hugged me and said in my ear as she rocked me.

"Never scare us like that again. You never have to be ashamed to tell me or your father these things. You have always been my little iepuraș, and you always will be no matter what you choose". I sniffled and then finally I stood before my dad. Silence came over the room as everyone stared at us then I finally broke the silence, choking on my sobs as my grandma stayed by my side with a comforting hand on my back.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how you would react. I got so afraid that if the press had found out then they'd label you as the Father of a freak. And I just didn't—I couldn't put you through that. I didn't want my sexuality to ruin your career tata". Tears fell down from my cheeks to my neck or my jaw as I saw my father staring at me with a look of strength and empathy.

"I know how hard this is (y/n). Coming out as something that people claim to be "not normal", it's always hard for a parent to hear. And while some parents may not support their child's decisions, never think for a second that I would be against you on this. If the media or any of my fans even speak one bad word of you, I'll retaliate as the Winter Soldier and do everything in my power to protect you. I am not the Father of a freak, I am the father of (y/n) (y/m/n) Stan. She's smart, she's pretty, she's funny, and she's the greatest treasure that I could ever ask for from the moment I held her in my arms the very day she was born. She's my best friend and my number one girl and that'll never change". His words pierced my heart like a knife as he was killing me with love and tenderness.

"What did you want to talk about from the phone call?"

"I want to hear this from your own mouth and not a text this time, (y/n), do you love (g/n)?" I lowered my head then walked into my dad's arms which immediately wrapped around me as I finally let out my tears and cried into his shoulder.

I felt my dad rocking me softly one of his hands rubbing circles on my back while the other one held my head stroking my hair and the back of my neck. He adjusted me so that my head was now over his heart. The gentle beating of it soothed me and began to ease my crying.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here scumpa mea, I'm here. Tati's here. Shhh, shhh, never think for a second that you're a freak. I'll always love you, no matter what you choose. I'm happy you found someone, and I'm happy for both you and her". After what felt like forever being in my dad's safe and protective arms, I separated from him and sniffled one last time before taking a deep breath and my dad wiped away my tearstained cheeks before kissed my forehead and lingering there for more than a second before finally separating.

"Thanks—everybody. I was just—so afraid that you all would hate me if I came out and said that I was gay".

"You never need to worry about that kid, like I said it doesn't matter what you end up loving or what you do in the bed, as long as you're happy, then I'm proud to call you my favorite niece" Uncle Chace said.

"Uncle Chace I'm your only favorite niece".

"All the more reasons for me to be protective yah little punk" he leaned his forehead against mine and nuzzled my nose gently with his.

"(Y/n), never think that we'd hate you for something that makes you, you. And just like your dad Sea-bass here, we'll protect you too if anyone of our so called "fans" or the buzzards that is the press start talking trash about you". Uncle Anthony said as he ruffled my hair softly. I turned and looked at every one of my family members and couldn't believe that they all supported me with this. Most of them actors and they supported me being a lesbian.

"Now there's only one person we need to invite to start this party," my dad stated as he held out my phone with (g/n)'s name on the screen.

"Really? You mean it?"

"Of course, I want to meet the famous (g/n) who had stolen my little girl's heart as well as tell her and show her all of your baby pictures".

"Dad!" I whined out as I called her up and told her to come over to a party at my place and told her that my father wanted to meet her.

The party went great as (g/n) met every single one of my family members and of course did fangirl when she met Lizzie and Chris. And my dad of course met with her and he LIKED her, he had approved of my girlfriend and of course he followed up on his promise and showed her all the embarrassing photos of me when I was a baby. I tried to make him stop but (g/n) would hold me down and the two of them as well as everyone else began gushing adorably at my humiliation.

Yeah being the daughter of Sebastian Stan has its perks. Sometimes up, sometimes down and sometimes they go above and beyond from what I'd ever expect. I no longer had to fear of ruining my dad's career because he along with my Marvel aunt and uncles and uncle/god papa Chace protected me and (g/n) if we decided to go out for date night or a picnic and romantic walk through Central Park. I couldn't ask for a better father than Sebastian Stan and he couldn't have asked for a better daughter than me as he says.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan oneshot #fluff #minor angst #chris evans #anthony mackie #elizabeth olsen

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bloomsoftly · 7 years

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EEE! || Pairing: Darcy/Peter Quill || Prompt is: "Lucky Underwear" || (And thank you so much, doll!

okay, Dres, I am finally done with this thing—sorry for the wait! also, thanks to @amidtheflowers for name inspiration. :)

without further ado:

lucky underwear, darcy/peter quill

NSFW under the cut, lovelies

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send me a prompt!

Thenext time they sent a mouse through the wormhole, it came back. In fact, itcame back wearing a hand-knit sweater—an ugly monstrosity with swirling greensand blues and oranges that looked like it came straight out of the 80’s—and anote taped to its back.

Darcyand Jane looked at it each other in consternation. Shrugging, Darcy snagged thenote and unfolded it. It was torn at the corner, as if ripped in a struggle,and was covered in three different lines of text.

Thefirst—scrawled prominently across the page—was a frustrated line of chickenscratch.

For God’s sake, PLEASE DO NOT SEND ANY MORE MICE.There is no room on the ship for any more vermin. We literally already have aTALKING RACCOON.

“Well,”Darcy mused, “at least the aliens are pretty polite, all things considered. Imean, we have been dumping mice in their laps for the past week. Also, they canwrite in English?”

Janenodded distractedly, already re-calculating her equations. “Apparently we’vebeen sending the mice to the same place. A ship? Which means the wormhole haslocked onto an object and moves with it through space. And the writing could bea written form of All-Speak? Hmm, interesting…”

Shewandered away, leaving Darcy to read the rest of the note by herself. The lasttwo lines appeared to have been written by different hands, scribbled in ahurry.

SEND MORE RODENTS. THEY ARE ENJOYABLE TO PLAY WITH.

Well,okay then. Darcy was glad somebody enjoyed the mice, at least.

do u have music that doesn’t suck? the idiot insistson putting the same songs on repeat. over and over and over and over. and over.

over and over waswritten repeatedly across the rest of the page, right up to the torn edge.Darcy rolled her eyes and sighed. How someone could manage to troll her fromthousands of light-years away, she had no idea.

Figuringthat she and Jane were practically experts by now in getting to know alienspecies, Darcy decided to consider herself a diplomatic representative ofEarth. So, the next time they were ready to send something through the wormhole(Jane was determined to discover why it always connected to the mysteriousbeing’s ship, despite variations in date and time), Darcy sent her iPod.

Nother new iPhone, mind you. But the old iPod, the one SHIELD had stolen and thenreturned years later. It was old and battered and missing half herplaylists—and she was sad to see it go. Still, diplomatic relations sometimesrequired personal sacrifice.

Thenext time the wormhole opened, a crown of beautiful flowers plopped through,held up by what looked like a prosthetic hand. Darcy stared at it for a longminute, perplexed, then shrugged. It might be the strangest ‘thank you’ she’dever gotten, but at least the flowers smelled good. The hand, officially dubbed‘Flower Power,’ became the official mascot of the lab and oversaw all of theirexperiments.

Thefollowing week, Darcy sent a bulk-sized package of strawberry poptarts throughthe portal. Jane laughed at her, but Darcy defended her decision passionately.“What? We have a good track record with aliens and these things!”

Thepoptarts were a hit, as expected. Along with a demand for more came a littlecrystal frog.

Andso the weeks passed, marked by increasingly-strange gift exchanges. Eventually,Jane put her foot down and declared, “Alright, that’s it. We’re running out ofplaces to put all this weird space stuff. Time to take the next step.”

Darcylooked up from where she was munching on her space snack. It was weird—tasted alittle bit like pickles, but not. Glancing up, she asked, “What’s the nextstep?”

“We’regoing to send you through the wormhole, obviously. So you can meet your newfriends in person.”

Afterone last loud crunch, Darcy swallowed and replied nonchalantly, “Alright, bosslady. Just don’t send me somewhere weird on accident, alright?”

-:-

Thegood news was that Jane didn’t dump Darcy into the vast emptiness of space tosuffocate and die. The bad news was that she got dropped into a ship duringwhat appeared to be the middle of some kind of space battle. As she wandereddown the narrow corridor, there was a lot of yelling. Explosions rocked theship, and Darcy stumbled to one side. She reached a hand out to steady herselfagainst the wall,only to be bowled over by someone barreling down the hallway.

Theyfell in a tangle of limbs and leather, hitting the unyielding floor with aresounding smack. Darcy looked up, straight into—the barrel of a space gun?Well, she assumed it was a gun. It looked gun-like, something between a StarWars blaster and a Star Trek phaser. A nerd’s wet dream, basically. She lookedpast the blaster to the face of the guy straddling her, and—oh. That wasanother wet dream entirely.

Still,he was pointing a weapon at her face. Her hands came up in the universal signfor surrender. Her knuckles pressed against the hard floor painfully and Darcytried not to wince. Carefully, she said, “Woah, dude. I’m sorry to drop in atsuch a bad time. But, uhh, I think we’re kind of friends? I mean, pen pals atleast. I send you things through that nifty little wormhole that shows up everynow and then.” With a strained grin, she clarified, “I—I don’t know how manypen pals you’ve got from Earth, but I’m the one who sends poptarts and iPods?So, yeah.”

Theunknown guy chuckled and put his gun away. Still straddling her, he gave her anappreciative once-over and teased, “Well if I knew you looked like this Iwould’ve suggested a meet-up a lot sooner,—” He stopped and quirked an eyebrowat her, waiting expectantly.

“Darcy.Science minion and newly-minted space traveler, at your service.” He leered atthat, but before he could offer a cheesy pick-up line—Darcy’s been on thereceiving end of a lot of those, she could see it coming—another explosionrocked the ship. She gestured to where he was still pinning her to the floorand asked, “Uhh, shouldn’t you be doing something about that instead offlirting with me, space boy?”

Hewinked and clambered to his feet. Reaching down to help her up, he corrected,“It’s Star-Lord, and don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’ve got it all undercontrol.”

Darcysnorted. “Yeah, no, I’m not calling you that. You got a normal-person name, Star-Lord?”

Hehuffed in mock-exasperation, grumbling, “No one takes me seriously aroundhere.” Dropping his chin and looking up at her through his lashes, he brushed athumb across her cheek and offered, “I can make an exception for you, though.You can call me Peter.”

Darcywould like to say that it was a surprise that she ended up in bed with him, butthat would be a bald-faced lie. There was something about the sass and thesmirk that did it for her. The red leather jacket didn’t hurt, either.

Darcywoke up to Peter’s fingertips moving in sleepy, abstract patterns across herbare back. She shivered at the sensation, prompting him to stop and brush herhair out of her face. Half-squinting up at him, eyes still gummy with sleep,Darcy caught the gentle smile that swept across his face.

“Thatwas—fun?” he asked, almost hesitant.

Araspy chuckle escaped her. “Was that a question, or a statement?”

Petergrinned at her wickedly and slid his hand down her waist and around to grip herass. He nosed her hair aside and nipped at her neck, sucking lightly. Darcyarched into him, closing her eyes. She never would have guessed that a tripthrough a wormhole would result in amazing sex, but here they were. He rolledthem so that Darcy was on her back and teased, “It was a statement. But ifthere’s any doubt, I’m happy to prove it again.”

Insteadof a verbal reply, Darcy reached up to grab his face and bring him down for ahot, wet kiss. Their tongues slid lazily against each other for long minutes,sweet and slow. Eventually they broke away, and Darcy panted heavily againstPeter’s neck. Her lips brushed along his stubble in a torturous burn, and shepressed an open-mouthed kiss against his throat. The tickle of his beardagainst her skin brought back memories of the previous night, when he had beenkissing her somewhere entirely different. Darcy squirmed beneath him, grindingup against the leg he had trapped between her thighs.

Witha nibble to his throat, Darcy groaned, “There’s no doubt, trust me. But if youwant to remind me anyway, I won’t complain.”

Grinningwickedly, Peter worked his way down her body, nibbling and suckling as he went.Impatiently, Darcy pushed on his head. Her body was on fire, and the tease knewexactly what she wanted. Huffing a laugh, he allowed her to guide him down,down—and then his mouth was on her, licking up and in. She lost herself in themovement of his lips and tongue and then his clever fingers. She writhedmindlessly against him, eyes closed and hands fisted in the sheets at hersides.

Thealarm of her watch beeped loudly and insistently, and Darcy groaned. Barelylifting his face from her clit, Peter implored, “Just ignore it. Jane can waita little longer.”

Shefollowed his advice for long minutes, losing herself in the wet slide of histongue against her. His fingers pumped in an out leisurely, sending her into asimmering spiral. The watch went off again—she had fifteen minutes until theportal opened to take her home. “Peter,” she moaned, desperate. She was soclose.

Therewas no reply; instead, Peter doubled his efforts to make her come in the shorttime they had left. Crooking his fingers inside of her, Peter hit that spotthat made her hips arch off the bed. Desperate for release, she gasped out hisname. He suckled and swirled his tongue around her clit in response, over andover until she came with a cry, thighs trembling on either side of his head.

Sheslumped against the bed with a satisfied sigh, boneless in her afterglow. Hekept his mouth on her for a minute longer, until she huffed a laugh and pulledhim up toward her. They collapsed in a sweaty cuddle for a few preciousminutes, breathing heavily against each other. Once she caught her breath,Darcy apologized, “I’m sorry that we don’t have time for me to return thefavor.”

Helaughed, silencing her with a salty kiss. She licked his mouth teasingly,enjoying the taste of her on his lips. “Next time?” he asked tentatively.

“Nexttime,” she promised. After an adventure like this (and equally importantly,with a mouth like Peter’s), there was no way she’d miss out on coming back.With a groan, she gave him one last quick kiss and levered herself out of bed.She rushed through getting dressed, only to realize—

“Wherethe hell is my underwear?”

Peterlooked at her in confusion. “What?”

“Myunderwear? It was right here, with the rest of my clothing.”

Hegroaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “ROCKET!” he shouted.It took a second for Darcy to catch on, and then she was yelling too.

“Damnit, Rocket. Those are my lucky underwear!

Rocket’scackle echoed throughout the entire ship. “I need them! They’re—reallyimportant for a plan.”

Petergroaned. “ROCKET—”

“No,seriously, they’re—uhh—important to me!”

Darcy’s alarm beeped again—she was out of time. Huffing, shepulled on her pants sans underwear. Glowering at Peter, she stomped into thehallway and growled, “I will be back for my lucky underwear. You better makesure he doesn’t do anything weird with it in the meantime.” Peter just nodded, laughing too hard to say anythingin response.

Theportal opened, casting an eerie blue glow over the interior of the ship. Darcyturned back to him and asked, “Same time next week?”

Peterleaned down for one last kiss.

“It’sa date.”

#electric slide #darcy x peter quill #darcyland #writing prompt #reply #fic #dresupi

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samiam03x · 7 years

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Does this ring any bells?

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It should. It’s only been ripped off and repurposed thousands of times since it was originally published.

In 1927!

It used storytelling. To build interest. Connect with an audience. And get them to send in their information for a free product.

I.e. a lead magnet!

It was written by a dude named John Caples. A successful copywriter who also wrote Tested Advertising Methods. Which is like a sequel to Scientific Advertising, widely considered one of the best books on the topic. (Except unlike most other sequels, this one didn’t suck).

Here he is again:

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Sure looks and sounds and tastes like some good clickbait to me. A mirror image of what you might see today on info-pedaling sites across the interwebs.

And yet once again, this little ditty comes from the Roaring 20’s (or more accurately, the latter half during the Great Depression).

See. That’s what good clickbait does. It provides hope. For people experiencing the worst economic meltdown of all time.

It doesn’t lie or swindle or fool. The people behind the clickbait do that when their stuff sucks and can’t back up their claims.

Valueless work that owes more to sensationalism than research and investigation even has a name: yellow journalism.

The name comes from yellow cartoon strips that were inserted into newspapers, who were worried about increasing circulation in a time of massive competition and waning consumer preferences.

But we’re not talking this decade. Or the last. But waaaaaaaaaaay back in the 1800s.

So don’t shoot the messenger.

Because it wasn’t invented by Buzzstream to net pageviews. They may have perfected the art form. (Despite laughable claims otherwise.)

Seriously. Want to write better headlines? Want to stand out? Get attention? Drive more people into your products or services?

Study BuzzFeed’s headlines. Blasphemous, I know.

But you’ll thank me later. When your blog posts start getting shared. When emails start getting clicked. When ads actually drive some revenue to hit your goals, please your boss or client, and you can finally take a vacation one of these days.

Here. I’ll show you.

3 BuzzFeed Headline Tricks to Steal

BuzzFeed didn’t invent any of this. They just do it better than anyone else.

Their specific examples are absurd, of course. You’d never want to use them word-for-word on your buttoned-up website that caters to insurance agents.

But. You can look at what they’re doing, understand the basic fundamentals of why it works, and adapt accordingly.

Here’s a few examples.

#1. The Ultimate Newsjack

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Newsjacking’s been around forever. A classic PR technique even, to piggyback on successful brands in the news.

But you can also use it to unexpectedly ‘bridge the gap’ between your [boring] topic and something people care about deeply that’s top-of-mind.

Okay. This one’s kinda easy.

Literally anything related to Mr. President is sure to drive attention these days. Which mean anything he says or does or executive order’s. And c’mon, that’s almost an endless supply these days… do I have to do all the work here?

Look at the other stuff going on in this headline though. [Someone Important] “Secretly Told” [Someone/Something] “What He Really Thinks About” [Important Topic]. Adapt the wording in quotes and play some mad libs with a competitor or even a trend you’re against. Remember: polarizing sticks out.

Just ask fake news hustler John Egan from Vancouver, Canada, who told The New York Times that his pro-Clinton site didn’t take off as expected during the election. But when he switched to anti-Clinton, things hit a fever pitch:

“It’s all Trump. People go nuts for it.”

#2. The Hot Topic

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The Hot Topic (you know, kinda like that lame goth store in second-rate malls that probably sells Korn shirts… are they still around?) is similar to the last in that it’s ‘newsworthy’.

That’s a good thing. It means it gets attention. People care about it (one way or another). And it you can leverage that to gain eyeballs to your boring thing.

Check out this sensitive topic:

Okay. Pushing the envelope a bit. You might want to dial it back. But still. It perfectly appeals to a specific audience and plays against the fears, stereotypes, realities, and challenges they face.

What else might get people to “treat you differently”? There’s your hook.

#3 The Cliffhanger

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The best for last. My favorite. The Cliffhanger is pattern interruption at it finest. It teases just enough that there’s no way you can’t click to see more.

See. This one is so easy. “Things Nobody Tells You About” [Problem Your Customers Face].

Things Nobody Tells You About Term Life Insurance

Things Nobody Tells You About Email Open Rates

Things Nobody Tells You About Your Roth IRA

And on and on and on. You can even spice things up a bit and throw a number in front of “Things”.

Cliffhangers + Listicles? Now we’re talking clickbait.

5 Completely Random Outbrain Examples to Prove Clickbait Works Once and For All

I can already hear it now.

The objections. The excuses.

“But clickbait won’t work in MY industry.” “Those examples wouldn’t work with MY customers.”

B.S.

So. I pulled up ESPNFC. Clicked on a random article. Scrolled to the bottom of it. And started taking screenshots of the Outbrain syndicated articles that popped up.

(Think these ads are a waste of time? Go read this. Different channel, same principles. You gotta get eyeballs and attention before you can convert it into new customers.)

Example #1. Retail/Fashion

This ad could work for just about any retail site, product, or service that caters to women.

Celebrity in the picture? Check.

Mystery & intrigue (“The World Was Not Ready”)? Check.

Topical award show (“Emmy”)? Check.

Specific item of clothing (“Dress”)? Check.

Exclusivity (“After Party”)? Check.

Looks like it checks out to me.

Example #2. Finance

Interest rates are about as boring and mundane as it gets. Important, sure. Boring, nonetheless. Trust me. I have a (worthless) degree in Finance to show for it.

And yet something about this title makes makes you want to click to find out more. It’s the cliffhanger from above (as evidenced by the phrase “this will affect”). It hints at future problems or issues that you should know about (but don’t currently). It creates an information gap that you now have to search out to close.

Just toned down a bit.

Speaking of toning…

Example #3. Fitness Product

‘Member the whole dad bod thing?

C’mon. Nobody likes that. Not even the people with dad bods. You know, old dudes with kids and a desk job.

Guess where those power lunches and happy hours and food trucks go?

That stubborn, hard-to-rid belly.

This ad names that problem, for that audience, specifically. Which is key.

The odd (prefered to even) numbered list and “simple steps” speaks to a zen-like simplicity in the solution.

While “shed” is a classic power word.

Example #4. Business

This ad is good.

A photo of a realistic woman looking directly at you. (People like eyes.)

Piggybacking on a brand like “Apple” and incorporating a power word like “Disrupting”.

Once again, doesn’t get anymore basic and boring than American manufacturing. From a content and advertising point-of-view.

And yet this ad manages to somehow leap off the page. Thanks in large part to emphasizing what’s interesting or unique, FIRST, before going into detail about their own offering.

Example #5. Dental Procedure

Let’s be honest with each other.

Nobody likes the dentist. We delay visiting as long as humanly possible.

It’s awkward and uncomfortable. So dentists, like it not, gotta sell.

Insurance doesn’t force us to specific dentists like other medical professions. We shop around. So it’s no different than looking for an auto-body shop to fix your car. (Okay, maybe a little different.)

Dental implants can also be expensive. It’s not a decision to take lightly.

Which means the same content and information-assisted selling technique not only apply, but are required.

Conclusion

Clickbait has a negative connotation associated with it.

Because we’re on high alert for the bad kind of clickbait: the empty hyperbole and salacious claims sold by swindlers and tricksters.

Those people give a bad name to clickbait. Because it’s not all bad.

If you believe in what you’re selling and that it can truly help people, it’s your obligation to do whatever it takes to get it in their hands.

In that vein, there’s nothing wrong with clickbait. There’s a reason it’s been in use, successfully, for decades (and almost centuries).

It’s because it works.

It uses well-worn, psychological patterns that people are already looking for. It gives them what they need, when they need it.

About the Author: Brad Smith is a marketing writer, agency partner, and creator of Copy Weekly, a free weekly copywriting newsletter for marketers & founders.

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Why Clickbait Works (And Why You Should Do More of It)

Fake news is squarely in the spotlight.

It rode to prominence on the back of an absurd 2016 election (wait… that was a dream, right?!).

Since then, a slew of companies including Google and Facebook have publicly declared it Enemy #1. Any whiff of fake news, especially any salacious titles, and you can expect extra scrutiny.

But here’s the thing.

Clickbait gets a bad rap. When done correctly, it’s one of the best ways to get people to take notice and give you their most precious asset: attention.

Here’s why, despite your hesitancy or bold proclamations from companies, you should be using more of it.

This Unbelievable Copywriting Hack Will Save Your Job (Details Below)

We could talk stats all day.

But you already see it. Daily.

You see it in your ad campaigns. Banner blindness + ad blocking technology + declining CTRs = $22 billion loss.

You see it in your email campaigns. Exponentially increasing volume + declining deliverability + tabbed inboxes = declining click rates.

Turns out, there might be one.

But only if you’re willing to look….

We humans are simple creatures at the end of the day. Sure, we try to act smart. We look the part. However even the smallest inkling of danger or terror and we squeal like school kids.

At the end of the day, we just want to be loved, eat, sleep, not die, and get a little lucky procreate to further the human race.

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Clickbait knows this. Acknowledges it. Understands it intimately.

It tickles our curiosity while dumbing down concepts into a common language we can all understand. Like: fear, greed, jealousy, envy, lust, and more.

A completely-legitimate research study of 69,907 showed that the most powerful headlines are polarizing.

In a world faced with endless choices and options, we freeze. Clickbait is the way out. For both consumers (by simplifying their lives) and us marketers (‘cause it gets results).

Look:

We like what we do. It’s fun. Exciting even on some days (like Food Truck day!).

But we’re not curing cancer here. We’re not sending people to Mars or building sexy, luxury, electric vehicles that will one-day wean society off of declining fossil fuels.

So let’s get real. Lighten up. Have a little fun.

You gotta problem. We all do. There’s a clear way out of this mess. For now anyway.

Take the red pill and let’s get this party started.

Besides. It’s not like clickbait is new. Hardly.

In fact, it’s been happening for decades.

You Won’t Believe This is Where Clickbait Comes From (Until You Read It)

Does this ring any bells?

Image Source

It should. It’s only been ripped off and repurposed thousands of times since it was originally published.

In 1927!

It used storytelling. To build interest. Connect with an audience. And get them to send in their information for a free product.

I.e. a lead magnet!

Here he is again:

Image Source

Sure looks and sounds and tastes like some good clickbait to me. A mirror image of what you might see today on info-pedaling sites across the interwebs.

And yet once again, this little ditty comes from the Roaring 20’s (or more accurately, the latter half during the Great Depression).

See. That’s what good clickbait does. It provides hope. For people experiencing the worst economic meltdown of all time.

It doesn’t lie or swindle or fool. The people behind the clickbait do that when their stuff sucks and can’t back up their claims.

Valueless work that owes more to sensationalism than research and investigation even has a name: yellow journalism.

The name comes from yellow cartoon strips that were inserted into newspapers, who were worried about increasing circulation in a time of massive competition and waning consumer preferences.

But we’re not talking this decade. Or the last. But waaaaaaaaaaay back in the 1800s.

So don’t shoot the messenger.

Because it wasn’t invented by Buzzstream to net pageviews. They may have perfected the art form. (Despite laughable claims otherwise.)

Seriously. Want to write better headlines? Want to stand out? Get attention? Drive more people into your products or services?

Study BuzzFeed’s headlines. Blasphemous, I know.

Here. I’ll show you.

3 BuzzFeed Headline Tricks to Steal

BuzzFeed didn’t invent any of this. They just do it better than anyone else.

Their specific examples are absurd, of course. You’d never want to use them word-for-word on your buttoned-up website that caters to insurance agents.

But. You can look at what they’re doing, understand the basic fundamentals of why it works, and adapt accordingly.

Here’s a few examples.

#1. The Ultimate Newsjack

Image Source

Newsjacking’s been around forever. A classic PR technique even, to piggyback on successful brands in the news.

But you can also use it to unexpectedly ‘bridge the gap’ between your [boring] topic and something people care about deeply that’s top-of-mind.

Okay. This one’s kinda easy.

“It’s all Trump. People go nuts for it.”

#2. The Hot Topic

Image Source

The Hot Topic (you know, kinda like that lame goth store in second-rate malls that probably sells Korn shirts… are they still around?) is similar to the last in that it’s ‘newsworthy’.

That’s a good thing. It means it gets attention. People care about it (one way or another). And it you can leverage that to gain eyeballs to your boring thing.

Check out this sensitive topic:

Okay. Pushing the envelope a bit. You might want to dial it back. But still. It perfectly appeals to a specific audience and plays against the fears, stereotypes, realities, and challenges they face.

What else might get people to “treat you differently”? There’s your hook.

#3 The Cliffhanger

Image Source

The best for last. My favorite. The Cliffhanger is pattern interruption at it finest. It teases just enough that there’s no way you can’t click to see more.

See. This one is so easy. “Things Nobody Tells You About” [Problem Your Customers Face].

Things Nobody Tells You About Term Life Insurance

Things Nobody Tells You About Email Open Rates

Things Nobody Tells You About Your Roth IRA

And on and on and on. You can even spice things up a bit and throw a number in front of “Things”.

Cliffhangers + Listicles? Now we’re talking clickbait.

5 Completely Random Outbrain Examples to Prove Clickbait Works Once and For All

I can already hear it now.

The objections. The excuses.

“But clickbait won’t work in MY industry.” “Those examples wouldn’t work with MY customers.”

B.S.

So. I pulled up ESPNFC. Clicked on a random article. Scrolled to the bottom of it. And started taking screenshots of the Outbrain syndicated articles that popped up.

(Think these ads are a waste of time? Go read this. Different channel, same principles. You gotta get eyeballs and attention before you can convert it into new customers.)

Example #1. Retail/Fashion

This ad could work for just about any retail site, product, or service that caters to women.

Celebrity in the picture? Check.

Mystery & intrigue (“The World Was Not Ready”)? Check.

Topical award show (“Emmy”)? Check.

Specific item of clothing (“Dress”)? Check.

Exclusivity (“After Party”)? Check.

Looks like it checks out to me.

Example #2. Finance

Interest rates are about as boring and mundane as it gets. Important, sure. Boring, nonetheless. Trust me. I have a (worthless) degree in Finance to show for it.

Just toned down a bit.

Speaking of toning…

Example #3. Fitness Product

‘Member the whole dad bod thing?

C’mon. Nobody likes that. Not even the people with dad bods. You know, old dudes with kids and a desk job.

Guess where those power lunches and happy hours and food trucks go?

That stubborn, hard-to-rid belly.

This ad names that problem, for that audience, specifically. Which is key.

The odd (prefered to even) numbered list and “simple steps” speaks to a zen-like simplicity in the solution.

While “shed” is a classic power word.

Example #4. Business

This ad is good.

A photo of a realistic woman looking directly at you. (People like eyes.)

Piggybacking on a brand like “Apple” and incorporating a power word like “Disrupting”.

Once again, doesn’t get anymore basic and boring than American manufacturing. From a content and advertising point-of-view.

And yet this ad manages to somehow leap off the page. Thanks in large part to emphasizing what’s interesting or unique, FIRST, before going into detail about their own offering.

Example #5. Dental Procedure

Let’s be honest with each other.

Nobody likes the dentist. We delay visiting as long as humanly possible.

It’s awkward and uncomfortable. So dentists, like it not, gotta sell.

Dental implants can also be expensive. It’s not a decision to take lightly.

Which means the same content and information-assisted selling technique not only apply, but are required.

Conclusion

Clickbait has a negative connotation associated with it.

Because we’re on high alert for the bad kind of clickbait: the empty hyperbole and salacious claims sold by swindlers and tricksters.

Those people give a bad name to clickbait. Because it’s not all bad.

If you believe in what you’re selling and that it can truly help people, it’s your obligation to do whatever it takes to get it in their hands.

In that vein, there’s nothing wrong with clickbait. There’s a reason it’s been in use, successfully, for decades (and almost centuries).

It’s because it works.

It uses well-worn, psychological patterns that people are already looking for. It gives them what they need, when they need it.

About the Author: Brad Smith is a marketing writer, agency partner, and creator of Copy Weekly, a free weekly copywriting newsletter for marketers & founders.

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