simon riley who shares every single thing he has in his possession with you.
the weather's cold? oh, just wear his jacket. it's not like he'll freeze to death anyway, he'd been through worse.
you don't like your food? have his! he's a big bloke, he'd devour anything that you give him
you miss him? don't worry, he'd left some hoodies inside your closet. (bonus point, it smells like his cologne)
you ran out of socks? have a pair of his, he still has a lot anyway (he ended up not wearing socks throughout the whole day)
oof, you forgot to bring your umbrella? don't you worry, simon's there to save you. he doesn't mind being a little wet from the rain anyway. (proceeds to hug you so the both of you can be wet together)
argh your pick accidentally fell into the guitar? aaand before you knew it, he already had some extra picks in his jacket.
oh noo you accidentally booked a hotel with one bed, will simon be sleeping on the chair?
not a chance. you ended up sleeping together with simon with your legs tangled around his and arms all over each other.
you forgot to bring your water bottle during a morning run? he'll share his with you.
you didn't bring a hairtie? oh, he has lots of your hair ties inside his bag, don't worry.
you didn't bring your wallet? haha don't even think about paying.
did you leave your charger on your nightstand? oh, use his. if it doesn't fit, he'll buy you one. consider it an extra charger, just in case you forgot again.
simon is a gentleman, no matter how the military describe him. he's a completely different person outside of work. he's no longer the Ghost or Lt or El fantasma. he's simon riley with you.
you call the chrysos heirs bro. how do they react to it?
warnings/tags : slight story spoilers (you'll only notice them if you squint your eyes), gender-neutral reader, crack, slight ooc behavior (for the comedic effect)
author's note : apologies for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere. I have severely underestimated how busy I'd be 🥀🥀 a bit of silly stuff before the dreaded 3.4 arrives. might edit this later
characters : aglaea, anaxa, castorice, phainon.
aglaea
in her many years of leading the flame-chase journey, the last thing she expected was to be called bro.
no. you aren't the first one to call her that. both children and teenagers in the recent age of amphoreus have approached her with that nickname. cipher and phainon are definitely at the scene of the crime as well.
if she dislikes you, she'll ignore you or politely tell you off. unless you're elder caenis which is an entirely different situation on it's own.
compared to the next person on this list, she doesn't mind it if you call her that around others. it'll be a bit awkward at first but she gets used to it. there are far worse names or titles that others have given her, and she's glad that yours comes from a place of no ill intent.
if you are associated with phainon and cipher to a good extent, expect her to ask you if you were dared to do that.
maybe she'll give you an amused smile or laugh a bit after you call her bro. aglaea enjoys the unpredictability you bring in her life filled with daily routines and responsibilities. it's a nice break from what she's usually used to.
the only time you shouldn't is if she's doing something important.
on the other hand, if you're her lover, she'll be a be more playful with you. she may or may not call you bro when you least expect it. what's even worse is that no one will ever believe you if you tell them. the demigod of romance calling you bro out of nowhere sounds more impossible than completing the flame-chase journey.
can you really blame her? it's funny to see you surprised. aglaea can and will be a tease.
if you try to catch her off guard, it won't work.
call her garmentmakers bro as well and she'll enjoy it.
"hm? I don't remember calling you by that nickname. perhaps you have mistaken the voice from one of my garmentmakers for me — some of them can be playful."
anaxa
first of all, why would you call him bro?
are you asking for a death sentence? an early entrance to the nether realm?
or to catch his attention?
we're talking about the man who doesn't want to be called anything but anaxagoras. the same one who corrects everyone to the point he's made it a personal rule — he has a voiceline ranting about his own name.
if the two of you are strangers, he won't hesitate to tell you off. if he dislikes you, he'll give you a glare too or straight up ignore you. he isn't going to waste his time on you when he has better things to attend to.
however, if you're friends or lovers with him, anaxa will stare at you for a few good seconds. the scholar's silently judging you. he doesn't know whether being called bro is better than being called anaxa. to put it simply, it's awkward. he still corrects you in the end.
continue calling him bro after the first time and he'll eventually get used to it.
no. he's not calling you bro. it'll only happen in your dreams.
the era nova will happen before anaxa calls you bro.
call him bro in the classroom or anywhere near his students and he'll give you the nastiest side eye you've ever received. anaxa does not need the troublemakers getting ideas from you. that includes the other chrysos heirs as well.
a huge emphasis on the other chrysos heirs. entertaining the thought of phainon, cipher or aglaea hearing about that gives him dread. give this man some peace please.
"first of all, that's anaxagoras to you and remember that well. secondly, i'm not your bro. refrain from referring to me with such nicknames next time."
castorice
she... doesn't know how to react.
speechless. quiet.
a bit flabbergasted, even.
no worries, you didn't offend her at all. castorice simply doesn't know how to reply.
you are most likely the first one who's ever called her that. congratulations!
not a lot of people approach the hand of death and call them bro casually. people have called her by many names or titles as well, similar to aglaea, and the last thing that comes to mind is a casual nickname. castorice is also aware that she isn't the liveliest person around.
whether you're a stranger or someone she dislikes, she'll give you an awkward nod or ignore you. if there's others around her when you call her bro, she'll think you're talking about someone else. anyone but her.
however, if you're a friend: despite the silly nickname, she likes it.
being called bro isn't something she's definitely used to, but it's a nice and pleasant surprise. it gives her a sense of normalcy and comfort. it'll take more time for her to get used to it compared to the others. call her that with other people in the area and she'll be a bit confused if you're talking about her or someone else.
castorice won't call you bro often, but sometimes she will.
not a lot will change if you're her lover. she'll still react the same for the most part, but I can imagine her surprising you with another silly nickname of her own. it has to be mutual.
please just don't call her that in front of aglaea or tribbie.
she will be a bit embarrassed.
"it's... alright. there's no need to apologize. I enjoy the nickname quite a bit actually. please— don't be scared to call me that again, or other similar words."
phainon
phainon takes it extremely well. too well.
in fact, he'll even reciprocate it.
no one is surprised at all.
it isn't the first time he's heard others call him like that or the first time he's called others bro. call him bro and he's calling you bro as well. equivalent exchange.
he has also called some of the other chrysos heirs bro as well. both of you are guilty of that.
the only time he won't do it is if he dislikes you a lot. if you've played the 3.3 story quest. depending on the situation and how much he dislikes you, he'll either firmly tell you to not do that next time, pretend you didn't call him that, or glare at you.
worry not, it takes a lot to have the deliverer hate you.
if you tell him to stop calling you bro, phainon will respect that. however, he'll find other silly nicknames to call you, ones that you don't mind.
if you're his friend or his lover... good luck. one way or another he'll turn it into a competition on accident or purposefully, and it'll only get more heated if you're just as competitive as he is. get ready to have bets over who can come up with the most absurd nicknames in one minute or something else.
just be careful to not drag anyone into it, lest the two of you want to replicate chaos that could rival penacony's disaster.
"bro? haha! I didn't expect that but I'm not against it either. I guess that means you're my bro now as well. what? don't look at me like that."
“JUNE 17, 2012 — OHA ASA’S PREDICTION OF THE DAY: TODAY’S LUCKY ITEM.. IS THE PERSON YOU’RE INTERESTED IN THE MOST!”
Shintaro almost choked on his tea while he ate his soba in his apartment. The surprise in his eyes dimmed, replaced with his familiar seriousness—a low grunt escaped his lips.
The person he’s interested in the most? Oha Asa has never suggested a live, human being before. But he knew never to question its predictions.
He can feel his ears getting hot when a certain someone suddenly pops up in his mind. His grip on his chopsticks tightened, while he adjusts his glasses perched on his nose with his fingers.
He thinks about his seatmate, you.
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You’re still asleep—you were actually planning to stay in and not go to school. Then you wake up when you hear the ringtone of your phone, making you groan.
It is Shintaro. You should check your phone before answering it.
“Shintaro, do you need something?” you mumbled with a raspy voice, it sent tingles over his ear.
Midorima noticed the tone of your voice and huffed. “Have you just woken up?”
“Yeah, I don’t plan to go today.”
He halted tying his shoes, making his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Midorima sighed, “It is unbecoming of a student to slack off.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what reason do you have to slack off?”
You smirked lazily over the phone, “I think I’m having a slight fever… are you going to take care of me?”
He scoffed on the phone. “As if.”
You nuzzle into your pillow, groaning. “Will you please just tell me why you’re calling me at this early hour?” You can feel your eyes growing heavy and droopy; you are already loosening your grip around your phone.
Midorima became quiet. He bit his lower lip, overthinking. He didn’t want to be too straightforward and just casually say it like nothing.
Who cares? It’s not like he is asking you out on a date. He only needs someone to be his lucky item—a person of his interest. You are one of his acquaintances that happen to be not boring like the others.
“Takao wants you to watch our match.”
What did he say?
You blinked your sleep away, dazed. You were confused and flabbergasted because why on earth would Takao want you to watch their match? You’re not even close to him.
And why is Shintaro the one telling you?
“Why can’t he tell me himself?”
The call ended abruptly, making you scoff at the audacity. You look at your phone in disbelief, before sitting up to curse him out.
“This guy—!”
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“Shintaroooo!”
You run quickly towards him and shout out to him with a worried voice, obviously panicking while holding out your unanswered assignment in front of his face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks.
“Please help me!” You shake his shoulders in panic. “I forgot to do my math homework! I’ve fallen asleep after I binge-watched Coffee Prince. I don’t want to fail, please! I want to keep being an honor student—”
Midorima trembles in annoyance within your reach before cutting you off with his finger pressed to your lips. “Will you calm down?! Your voice can reach all the way through the rooftop!”
“B-But my grade—!”
“Stop being dramatic. A tardy submission will not automatically make you fail; our teacher will only give you a deduction.”
“Every point matters, Shin-chan!”
“Don’t call me that!”
You pout before complying. Immediately scooting your chair closer to his seat with a pleading face. “But you’ll help me, right?”
You are too close.
You bat your eyelashes prettily, trying to persuade him. Shintaro’s breath hitched when he feels your face only few centimeters away from him.
He is only met with a bright smile before he is ‘forced’ to help you with your homework—downright snatching it from your hands.
Midorima ignores the fluttering in his heart when his fingers brush against yours.
Why can’t he find himself to resist?
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Takao watches his usual stoic, self-absorbent teammate act unusually. He narrows his eyes at the sight of Midorima mistakenly wrapping his fingers twice—he was unfocused, and it was obvious that something was weighing on his mind.
“Shin-chan, are you alright?” There is no way he is actually nervous about going against Kaijo, right?
Takao was only met with a silent glare from his friend, making him blink in confusion.
Shintaro instantly denied his claim, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I can see your fingers getting suffocated from up here,” Takao points out with a very concerned look on his face. He gasps so dramatically, like a thunder of realization flashes down in the locker room. “And… are my eyes playing tricks on me?!”
Midorima only looks at him like he has grown two heads.
“I’m not seeing you wiping your teddy bear—or what should it be today, a ceramic vase? A shoelace? That small acorn you asked me to steal from your neighbor’s garden?” Takao points out in surprise, because it was very unusual for him to not have his lucky item. “I’m seeing zero of those today. Is my Shin-chan okay?!”
Otsubo gives Midorima a worrying look. Is the world ending for him?
His teammates snickered at the sight, their coach letting out a tired sigh.
Midorima hears the ping on his phone, seeing your message that you have already arrived at the gymnasium. He does not back down at the teasing of his teammates without an answer—partnered with a scowl. “My lucky item is here.”
“What..? Did you seriously have it delivered here and at this hour?!”
If you look deep into his expression, you could see the red flush blooming on his cheeks, wanting to maintain his composure and give all of his teammates the meanest glare that he can muster. “My luck doesn’t require an exposure to all of you.”
Never in Takao’s life has he heard such a bullshit excuse.
“Are you saying it’s spiritual today? Can that stay permane—?” He was shut up by a kick on his ass.
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海常 KAIJO 秀徳 SHUTOKU
30 - 49
You’re in the bleachers, eyes never taking off the match. Excitement and nervousness fill your body—your leg bouncing up and down in your seat while you stare at the team of your school.
Your gaze landed on the four-eyed shooting guard. Pride swells in your heart every time he shoots a three-pointer. You never fail to show your enthusiasm whenever the whole team scores—especially him.
“LET’S GO, SHUTOKU!” You cheer loudly and proudly, and some of the audience thinks you were the leader of the cheerleader team.
Midorima hears your voice and still keeps his attention to his opponent. For some reason, he can feel the hot rush of blood pumping even more all over his body, passing through his teammates before lifting his arms to shoot a 3-pointer.
30 - 52
“Oh yes, Shintaro! That’s my guy!”
The audience cheer loudly with you—but your words can be heard all throughout the gymnasium. People who are close to you whisper in curiosity at your boldness, while others agree with you.
“You’re so amazing, Shintaro!” you shouted again with a bright grin.
Shintaro flinches, and his heart began to beat irrationally. He only lets out a ‘hmph’, not wanting to show his teammates the effect you have on him.
“You have quite the cheerleader, Midorimacchi,” Kise remarks teasingly, his eye focusing on the ball dribbling by the hand of his opponent. “I’m jealous.”
“Really? That’s coming from you?” Midorima comments snarkily at the hypocrisy of the blonde’s statement.
Takao who is getting screened by one of Kise’s teammates, quickly takes a glance at the bleachers to see you, his classmate who would rather be in an arcade than watch a basketball match.
Though their team is leading the game, he knew something was off with Shintaro’s performance today.
Like he can’t give his all yet.
Then his gaze falls on his friend, someone who is too silent—his hawk-eye didn’t miss the fidgety, uncertainty in his body language turned into relaxation on Shintaro’s face.
As if everything’s fine already.
He connects the two and stifles his laughter at his silent realization.
So that’s your lucky charm, Shin-chan.
“I’m so flattered! He made the basket because of my cheer, right?!” You said to a random stranger, who doesn’t know what to do with the question but agrees.
The match ended with Shutoku winning, and you jumped in your seat happily. You wanted to do nothing but congratulate them—you came down to the court excitedly, only standing by the side while you watched them catch their breath.
Shintaro sees you by the side, who only offers you an arrogant huff seeing the joy on your face. He sees you running towards him, holding a bottle of water and a clean towel (you stole it from their coach).
“Shintaroooooo!”
You engulfed him in your arms, not caring that he was sweaty. Unfortunately, he does not feel the same way—grimacing when he feels his sweaty skin touching your clothes. “You were so amazing out there!”
“Stop hugging me! This is literally so disgusting?!” He tries to distance himself from your grip; somehow, you’re stronger.
“I don’t care, Shin-chan! I’m just so happy for you!” You show him your widest and brightest grin, flustering Shintaro at your compliments. He yelps when he feels you slapping his back repeatedly. “You’re just like me!”
“What part of you exactly screams skilled?!” He was met with a harsher slap on the back, making him bite his tongue accidentally.
“That hurts!”
“ :D ”
Midorima grumbles and stops you by gripping your whole head with his hand. He glares down at you—the lack of anger in his voice tempting you to tease him further. “Hey.”
“Let me treat you out for dinner! All of you!” You have to crane your neck up to pinch his cheeks hard; the cuteness aggression in you awakens. “Awh, you’re just so adorable!”
“Shut up!”
Otsubo and Takao watch the interaction with a sweatdrop. The captain complains, “Do they really to have flirt here?”
“Can you really call that flirting?” Takao murmured uneasily. And it seems like his friend had heard him with how quick his head snaps towards him.
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“Say ah!”
You hold out the tip of your chopsticks with tempura in between in front of Shintaro’s mouth. He was trembling in humiliation at what you were doing.
“I don’t need you to feed me!” he turns his head away, making you sigh.
You are left with no choice but to force it down his throat, making him gag and grip your wrist to live. “Mmm! You are welcome, Shin-chan!”
You ignore his attempt to bicker with you as you happily eat down your food. Takao cannot stop laughing with tears, because watching you two has always been his entertainment.
“Hey, Takao. Is it true that you wanted me to be on your match?” You dodged Shintaro’s hand from silencing your voice. “You could have texted me, you know?”
Takao blinked before looking at Shintaro with a knowing smirk. “Oh, did I now?” Your four-eyed friend looks awfully freaked out. “I think someone else did.”
“Who?”
Takao deadpans at you, “You seriously don’t know?”
“I’m enjoying Shin-chan’s reactions, don’t stop me,” You already knew the truth right after he hung up the phone. You weren’t dumb. “You know how hot-and-cold he is.”
Midorima just wants to get the hell away from your table and bury himself in a hole.
Both of you relish in torturing the poor greenette with devilish grins.
The Lost Boys (1987) x Gender Neutral! Reader - Blanket Thief
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader
Title- Ticklish
“You’re stealing the blanket,” your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. It must’ve only been noon, you concluded as you twisted your body to try and grab onto the blanket. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Marko’s bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project but your body was so heavy with sleep, it seemed impossible.
“Am not,” Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. “You have too much blanket,” You didn’t have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paul’s chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips.
“You don’t even get cold!” you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids fighting you as you opened them to see the situation that lay before you.
“It’s not me stealing the blanket,” you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko. He looked peaceful, a soft expression on his face as he cocooned himself.
“Calm, baby,” Dwayne didn’t even utter a full sentence, saying just enough for you to get the gist as he pulled you flush to his chest, the warmth radiating from his being instantly pacifying you as you turned to bury your face in his neck. “Relax,” He murmured, voice deep and raspy with just having woken up to the two of you bickering.
The bed creaked as Dwayne rolled backward, a slow and careful movement as to not send the two of you sliding off of Marko’s bed while reaching his arm down to grab one of the throw blankets that slid off sometime as you all slept. He flung it over the five of you, deeply sighing through his nostrils as he got comfortable once again, rubbing circles on your spine.
David rolled, and a part of you briefly feared he woke up, body tensing as he shuffled around to spoon Marko.
“Thank you,” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his jaw as Marko raised his head just slightly to be seen over David’s shoulder. “Thank you Dwayney.”
Dwayne simply flipped the other off halfheartedly, too tired to cause a big fuss over the nickname. As Marko let out a sleepy giggle, Dwayne couldn’t help the grin that spread across his cheeks.
“Love you,” Marko murmured, burrowing more into Paul’s chest.
“Love you too,” Dwayne breathed out as he scooched you two closer to David, the group’s warmth now lulling you back to sleep as your eyelids slipped shut once more.
Request from my friend on Discord!! Sorry if the quality seems to slump severely at times, I wrote half of this while I was half asleep and dealing with a massive headache LOL. Hopefully they're still good??? Pls let me know if there's any spelling mistakes!! I did proofread it, but I'm still worried.
(Borders gotten from lavendergalactic on Tumblr!!)
A - Attraction - What attracted them to their s/o in the first place?
Volt was, as shallow as it sounds, initially drawn to you for your looks. You were absolutely stunning, and he could tell from the second that you entered the Breaker Box that you were something special. More than anything, he was attracted to your smile and how it seemed to light up the Breaker Box whenever you were around. What drew him in closer, however, was your persistence; Most people tend to take Volt at face value, as a showman and an entertainer, but you kept prodding, kept asking more, kept spending more time with him, and that was far, far more important to him than just having another pretty face around. Although… he certainly wasn’t complaining.
Eddie, initially, didn’t care much for you one way or the other. At best, you were fine, at worst, an active nuisance. This opinion shifted, however, when you began assisting him in fixing things up around the Breaker Box. Clumsy as you could be at times with all the unfamiliar equipment, your determination to see things through was endearing, to say the least. After that, he began to notice little things about you-- How your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how soft your skin was whenever his hand brushed against yours whilst trading tools back and forth, and how right you felt in his arms, even if the circumstances to get you there were less than ideal (maybe be more careful with that ladder next time, hm?)
B - Body - What's their favorite part of their s/o's body?
Broadly speaking, Volt’s favorite part of you is your face. More specifically, he adores your eyes and your smile. It’s the first thing he looks at when he sees you, and the last thing his gaze falls upon as you leave. Of course, that’s not the only part of you that he loves, as your hands are also delightfully soft, your figure perfectly shaped such that you fit right at home in his arms… Volt loves all of you, even the parts you don’t; Especially the parts you don’t.
Eddie’s favorite part of you is your hands and your neck. Your hands just feel so small and soft in his, even if they’re not actually all that much smaller than his. It stirs up that protective streak within him, making him want to keep you right where he can see you all night long. Your neck, on the other hand, is a place he’d never openly admit to favoring, but you can tell from the way he acts that it’s something he adores. Mostly, he seems to favor it when he’s got you held from behind, ducking his head down to leave soft, lingering kisses along the junction of your neck and shoulder. The goosebumps you get never fail to bring a smile to his face.
C - Cuddling - Do they cuddle? How?
Typically, the three of you will cuddle together when possible. Though Eddie’s a little harder to corral into bed, he has a tougher time resisting you and Volt bothering asking him over and over. When you do finally curl up in bed together, you’ll typically find yourself either sandwiched between the two men or tucked against Eddie’s chest whilst Volt spoons him from behind.
Volt is naturally very warm, which is only made clearer when the two of you are cuddling. His cuddling preferences depend on whether he’s snuggling up to you or to Eddie, as he prefers to honeymoon hug you, but knows that Eddie prefers to have a little more space. As such, when cuddling with Eddie, he prefers to spoon him from behind. With either of you, he’ll often tuck his head into the crook of your neck, puffing out soft, warm breaths to tease you from time to time, running his fingers along your stomach or back and letting out soft buzzes of electricity, just enough to tingle against your skin.
Eddie, conversely, is rather cold, especially his hands and feet. Despite how he might seem, he rather enjoys having you loosely cradled against his chest, a solid reminder that you’re there and with him; All the better if Volt is spooning him from behind. He needs a little more space than Volt does, mostly around his face, so it might be best to tuck your head in under his chest or rest it on a separate pillow from the one Eddie’s using. Either way, try not to move too much once you settle in-- Eddie’s a heavy sleeper, but he also has a deathgrip on things when he’s asleep. Choose your position wisely!
D - Dates - What is their ideal date?
As mentioned in my fluff HCs post, there’s something of a date schedule between the three of you. As such, you have pretty frequent dates with them both one-on-one and as a group!
Dates with all three of you tend to be a little hectic, but still very enjoyable! All the better if you go someplace the three of you can compete (in a lighthearted fashion.) They’ll both come out of their shells more when it’s the three of you than when it’s just two of you, so they’re open to way more options; Laser tag, rollerskating, a trip to the beach, even karaoke. Eddie doesn’t participate as much on the activities as Volt does, sure, but he’s mostly there to keep a ‘leash’ of sorts on the two of you. If either of you start going overboard, he’s there to rein you back in, which is pretty invaluable considering how carried away Volt can get at times. The only time Eddie ever really gets ‘carried away’ on your dates is when he and Volt end up competing over something, usually something small and ridiculous like a carnival prize. Despite the fact that the prize is probably only worth, like, sixty cents, the two men treat it like it’s life-or-death because it’s for you.
When going on a one-on-one date with Volt, he enjoys enjoying something classic with you, usually dinner someplace nice. He’s fairly flexible, willing to go wherever you want so long as it’s a sit-down place. After dinner, he loves to take you dancing, whether it’s out somewhere or just in your room (though he does have a preference for doing so in public, as it gives him a chance to show you off to everyone else!) He loves to end off each date by giving you a kiss on the back of the hand and walking you back to your room, even if it’s only a few steps away.
Dates with Eddie are pretty low-key, as he’s not really all that into the idea of going on dates, anyhow. He loves spending time with you, sure, but the pressure and expectations that come with a ‘date’ tend to make him reconsider. If you can convince him, however, he’ll tag along with you to whatever place you want to go. Though he’d never admit it, he has a soft spot for some of the cheesier stuff like carnivals. He especially loves it when you two head into the mirror maze or the haunted house and he gets a chance to hold on to your hand nice and tightly. For safety, of course.
E - Equality - How do they split things like chores/bills?
Eddie usually takes on the hands-on tasks between the three of you (cooking, maintenance, etc.), whereas Volt takes on the ‘emotional’ side of things (planning dates, lavishing the two of you in affection, and so on.) With you in the mix, it’s initially a bit tricky to find your spot, as they seem to be so perfectly balanced, albeit also very co-dependent, with one another. Still, if you’re serious about wanting to take on some of the work, either of them would be more than happy to let you help them. Eddie, especially, would appreciate the help, as he tends to overwork himself quite frequently.
As for bills, Eddie and Volt have no qualms about covering all of those. It wouldn't even occur to them to ask you to pay for anything, partially because they like to provide for you and partially out of habit. If you insisted, they'd be fine with going halfsies on stuff, but there's not a snowball's chance in hell you could convince either of them to let you pay for the entirety of something (a large bill, dinner, etc..)
F - First Kiss - Who initiates the first kiss? How does it go?
(A/N: Both of these happened PRE love confession.)
Your first kiss with Volt is nothing short of electric.
It had occurred late night at the Breaker Box. Volt had just finished escorting out the last of the patrons, leaving only you and Volt inside the bar. Just before you could leave, he had held out an arm to stop you.
Looking down at you with a dazzling smile, he had asked, “May I have this dance?”
Once you had taken his hand, he had guided you carefully back toward the main floor, weaving between the half-put-away tables and chairs to the center of the room. Satisfied with the space you had, he began to softly hum, alternating between playfully twirling you around the space and holding you against his chest, one hand resting against your lower back and the other one grabbing your right hand.
Abruptly, when the song he was singing reached its crescendo, he suddenly dipped you, his hair falling like a curtain around your face and his lips brushing against yours in the faintest of caresses. You could almost believe you’d simply imagined it, were it not for the pleased grin and pink hue to Volt’s face.
After another minute or so of dancing, he finally guided you back to the front door, urging softly as you left, “We simply must do this again, sometime. I’ll be waiting, Livewire.”
--
Eddie’s first kiss with you had been much simpler, but no less sweet. It had been late at night, and he had insisted on walking you ‘home’ from the Breaker Box. Despite the fact that it was only a couple feet, he had insisted, leading you to believe there was some other reason besides supposed ‘safety concerns’ that made him walk you back.
Once you had gotten to your bedroom door, you turned to face him, only to be met with Eddie’s lips pressing against yours. Eddie, for his part, looked equally surprised as you were, pausing for a second before jolting back as if burned. It was obvious he had been aiming for a simple peck on the cheek, and yet...
“That-- I didn’t—” he paused, attempting to collect himself before letting out a soft sound between a growl and a sigh, “Everything’s just so damn complicated with you, isn’t it?”
A few long beats of silence passed between you before he relented, rolling his shoulders with another sigh, tilting his head away as he spoke, “Get some rest, will you? I’ll see you around…”
Though you could’ve been imagining it, you could almost swear you saw him smile as he left.
G - Gifts - Do they give gifts often? What kinds?
Volt absolutely loves to shower you in gifts, especially clothing! He loves nothing more than to see a smile on your face, and giving you gifts is a fairly easy way to ensure that happens. Make no mistake, though, these gifts are heartfelt and very personal. He’s not just giving you a giftcard or something, no, he’s recalling months worth of things you offhandedly mentioned wanting but being unable to afford/ship in and using all of his available resources (around-the-house connections and Mac) to get them for you. His favorite thing to get for you is clothing, especially if it matches or complements he and Eddie’s aesthetics.
Eddie, on the other hand, doesn’t really get you that many gifts, as he prefers to show his affection via acts of service and whatnot. If he does get you a gift, it’s usually for your birthday or some holiday, otherwise it’s fairly limited to just fixing you whatever drinks you like at the bar and counting that as a ‘gift’. He has, on occasion, been known to break this habit and get you a thing here and there, particularly if you seem to really, really want it. Take him to a carnival and beg him for one of those prizes you can win, he may call it dumb but you will be leaving the carnival with that prize.
H - Honesty - How honest are they with their s/o?
Eddie and Volt are both fairly accustomed to hiding their problems from everyone, including one another. Though they’ve partially compensated for this by learning one another’s tells, you’re left, unfortunately, mostly in the dark when attempting to figure out if either of them are struggling with something. They’ll tell you if you’ve done something to upset them, sure, but outside of that and minor grievances they have in their daily lives you’d have an easier time pulling blood from a stone.
If you’re persistent enough, however, you might have more luck getting them to open up. It’ll be slow to start, but they’ll eventually feel comfortable enough to divulge just a few of their more serious concerns to you.
After helping with the power problems, they’re always honest about those. The last thing they want is another repeat of that whole situation.
I - 'I Love You' - How do they say/express "I love you"s? How often?
Eddie doesn’t really say “I love you” outright, not unless you’re already asleep in his arms or too far away to hear him. Something in him is just a little too nervous to make that leap, to say it instead of just feeling it. No, instead, he shows his love via little acts of service and devotion. There’s always a drink waiting for you at the bar, he’s always got a hand on your lower back when you’re working on fixing something around the Breaker Box with him, he’s always giving you a kiss goodnight before he goes to sleep, whether you’re awake or not.
Volt, conversely, is much more willing to say “I love you” out loud. Typically, he’ll say it just after giving you a kiss goodbye or cuddling up to sleep with you for the night, but he’ll also say it back whenever you say it first (unlike Eddie.) That said, saying it outright isn’t the main way he expresses his love. No, he prefers to express his love more boldly through gifts, affectionate touches, and flirtatious words. There will be no doubt in your mind that Volt worships the ground you walk on, especially considering just how many times he’s told you how much you and Eddie light up his life. <3
J - Jealousy - Do they get jealous? If so, how do they handle it?
Neither of them would openly admit to being jealous, but there’d be signs.
Volt tends to wrap an arm around you whenever you’re in public together, a silent ‘claiming’ gesture, especially when you’re near someone who seems to be taking a little too much of an interest in you. Whether or not you notice, Volt certainly does, his hair nearly buzzing with restrained energy as he stares down at the person talking to you. Though Volt keeps up his jovial, friendly attitude on the outside, he’s internally holding himself back from physically pulling you away from the whole situation. You’re independent, you can handle yourself, he knows these things, but damn if you don’t trigger his protective instincts sometimes…!
When you’re away from the situation, Volt wouldn’t immediately say anything about it, instead lavishing you with kisses and gentle touches, giving you dozens and dozens of small reminders that he’s yours just as much as you’re his.
Where Eddie is is a determining factor in how he’ll act when he’s jealous. If he’s in public with you, he has no qualms about giving the person a quick goodbye and pulling you away with him. If you’re at the Breaker Box, however, a little more decorum needs to be maintained. Just a little, though. He’ll keep fixing you your regular drinks, but when someone seems to be getting a little too cozy chatting with you, he’ll switch things up. You’ll still get your drinks perfectly fine, but the person chatting to you will suddenly find that their drinks are repulsive, a bitter cocktail that tastes like dust and battery acid.
The moment they leave to go rinse their mouth out, Eddie’s leaning on the bar counter to chat with you. He doesn’t say anything about the person who just left, instead taking the time to check in and make sure you’re alright. He’s not necessarily looking for a reward, but if you wanted to give him a quick peck, he wouldn’t say no.
K - Kissing - How do they kiss?
Whilst Volt loves cutesy little gesture-based kisses, such as kissing you on the back of the hand, he’s also a fan of very passionate, borderline indecent kissing. Be assured that if he’s had a drink or two by the time you show up at the Breaker Box, he’ll whisk your straight off your feet and kiss you with everything he has in him. Additionally, he loves to tangle his fingers into your hair when he’s kissing you, and he’d absolutely melt if you did the same to him!
Eddie is much more reserved about his kisses, at least publicly. He’s not much for PDA, so the most you’re likely to get is a peck on the cheek from him. In private, however, he’s much more passionate, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he leans in to capture your lips in a lingering kiss. The soft sigh he lets out through his nose and the quiet hum he follows it up with let you know he’s absolutely savoring every moment of it, and gods above help you if you gasp when he darts out his tongue.
L - Love Confession - How did they confess/react to their s/o's confession?
The love confession between you three had, in all honesty, been something of a mess. It was just after you had helped Eddie reset the power and the lights had finally flickered back on. There was a faint buzz of electricity in the air, drawing your attention to, blessedly, Volt, who appeared unharmed beside Eddie. A sigh of relief had barely passed over your lips before Eddie spoke.
“It actually worked,” he breathed, blinking slowly, as if in disbelief. There was a shakiness to his voice and an unfamiliar light in his eyes, as if he was readjusting to some new level of energy he was unaccustomed to. He began to ramble, talking about how hard he had been holding on and how he might not have ever let go and allowed things to be fixed if you hadn’t come along. That was when Volt cut in.
“Eddie?” he began, “Isn’t there something you’d like to talk about with our livewire, here…?”
Eddie’s complexion warmed, a pink hue staining his cheeks as he attempted to gather himself. “Right,” he muttered, “It was… dangerous. I’m not sure I’d have ever taken that leap without you here.”
“What he means is that he’s quite taken with you.”
“Volt—”
“We both are. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn’t you?”
Volt had slid his hand over, resting it on your lower back as he tilted your head up to face him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His gaze lingered on your lips before trailing back up to your eyes, the question hanging unspoken in the air. A question which you answered by pressing your lips into Volt’s, then, moments later, to Eddie’s.
M - Mornings - How are mornings with them?
Whereas Eddie is a nightowl, Volt is a morning bird, always rolling out bright and early to get his day started. Whether or not you’re also a morning bird is irrelevant, as the deathgrip Eddie has on you in his sleep ensures that you’re staying in bed for at least another half hour after Volt gets up, if not longer.
Once Eddie does finally decide to get up, Volt is already ready for the day, leaving you and Eddie to share the bathroom as the both of you wake up for the day ahead. Volt finds this terribly cute, especially how grouchy Eddie looks in the morning, although he can’t vocalize this lest he risk a toothbrush to the throat.
After the three of you are washed up and dressed, you have a pretty standard routine of heading downstairs together. Volt sets the table, Eddie cooks, and you help whichever of them needs it more in the moment. Is your ‘helping’ mostly just flirting? Yes. Do they still appreciate it? Definitely.
N - Nicknames - Do they use nicknames?
Volt and Eddie are both pretty fond of using nicknames for you! Of course, the standard ‘livewire’ and ‘spark’ are their favorites, but they can’t help but branch out from time to time. Aside from those two nicknames, they have fairly different tastes in what they enjoy calling you; Volt prefers terms like ‘love’, ‘dearest’, and ‘beautiful’/’handsome’, whereas Eddie prefers things like ‘mouse’ or ‘gorgeous’. They alternate a fair amount between using nicknames and your actual name, though Volt tends to lean on the nicknames a little more than Eddie.
O - Overprotective - What makes them overprotective?
Volt and Eddie trust you to handle yourself, for the most part, but they can’t help but be a little overprotective from time to time.
Eddie in particular is very protective of you whenever you two are working on repairs around the Breaker Box. After your near-slip off the ladder, he’ll hardly let you out of his sight if he knows you’re going to be working on something. He knows you promised to be more careful, but having him linger around certainly won’t hurt.
Volt, meanwhile, is more protective when it becomes apparent that someone is going to try to bother you. If you’re having an off day and need space and someone tries to bug you, Volt is stepping in immediately to create a safe barrier between you and the other person. Anything to keep you safe and comfortable.
P - PDA - Do they like PDA? What kinds?
Volt, as one might expect, is super into PDA. Holding your hand, kissing you, wrapping an arm around you, the sky’s the limit when it comes to him! Anything and everything you want, and maybe even some stuff you didn’t know you wanted. He's also bragging about you constantly, whether you're around or not. He just wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you and Eddie by his side. Also, not quite PDA, but he does love having his jacket wrapped around you in public. It’s so delightfully giant on you and it gives a pretty clear visual to everyone around you that, hey, you’re his!
Eddie isn’t quite so into PDA. You can convince him on hand-holding or having his hand in your back pocket, but that’s about it. It’s not that he’s averse to the idea, he just doesn’t see a reason to do it. If you want to shower him in affection in public, he might tell you to rein it in a little, but will still smile to himself later when thinking about it.
Both Eddie and Volt will also do pretty gentlemanly stuff for you in public. Holding open the door for you, holding your hand when you’re going through a crowd, having you walk on the inside of the sidewalk instead of the outside, little things like that. Honestly, they don’t even think about it most of the time, it’s just kinda automatic for them.
Q - Quality Time - How do they spend quality time with their s/o?
Volt and Eddie have their fair share of favorites for ways to spend quality time with you, but most of it revolves around the time you spend together in the Breaker Box. Taking turns dancing with Volt and Eddie after-hours, making dinner with Eddie up in the apartment above the Breaker Box, preparing stage props and such with Volt, all the little things that bring you closer and remain blissfully intimate between you.
Additionally, Eddie loves it when you sit at the bar with him. Whether they’re open or closed, he enjoys the company, even if you can be a little ‘distracting’ at times. Volt, similarly, enjoys it when you come and sit with him during acts, cozying up to his side until he has to go up to announce the next act. Whatever moments you can steal with either of them, they’re happy.
R - Romance - How romantic are they?
Volt is the dictionary definition of ‘romantic’. Flowers, candies, anything you desire and it’s yours. He’s no stranger to flattery, either, and will spend copious amounts of time flirting with you if you’ll let him. You’re just so cute when you blush, he can’t help himself…! If you turn it back on him, he’s immediately turning up the charm to 11. It’s so refreshingly intoxicating to see you so confident, and, honestly, he can’t help but find it a bit sexy.
Eddie isn’t your textbook ‘romantic’, but he finds little ways to show he cares. He knows your favorite drink by heart, what time you usually come in, what you can reach and what you need help grabbing around the Breaker Box. Sure, he’s not buying you flowers, but he’s always got your back, come hell or high water. Given that he’s not much for flirting, when you flirt with him, he honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s used to Volt’s antics, but you? Whole new story. He’ll scoff, roll his eyes, tell you to cut it out, but he can’t hide the pleased look on his face, or the smile tugging at his lips.
S - Secure - How secure are they in their relationship?
Volt doesn’t believe there’s a single person on the entire planet who could make you as happy as he and Eddie do, so why would he worry? Talk to whomever you like, do whatever activities make you happy; He knows you’re coming home to him at the end of the day, so it doesn’t matter. Besides, if he was worried about people knowing you two were together, he’d just leave a little reminder on you. A bite on your neck, a coat that looks suspiciously like his, something like that.
Eddie doesn’t worry that much about you leaving him and Volt. What he worries about more is whether you prefer Volt over him. He would understand why, as, in his opinion, Volt is so much more charismatic and appealing than he is. He’s everything Eddie wishes he was, and it tears him up inside that he can’t be that for you, even if he’d never admit that out loud. If you wanted to comfort him, some compliments would certainly be appreciated, especially if they’re compliments about things unique to him.
T - Teasing - Do they tease? How do they react to teasing?
Volt and Eddie both love teasing you, but about different things. Volt’s teasing leans more romantic, little things that lead into compliments or lines about just how gorgeous he finds you, whereas Eddie’s teasing tends to lean more into poking fun at you for ‘wasting’ your time helping him around the Breaker Box and being a ‘pain in (his) ass’ (said with the utmost exasperated affection.)
Of course, they both love it when you return this teasing in some manner. Volt just loves flirting with you, and Eddie loves it when you’re a smartass (even though he pretends to be annoyed by it.) Each time you do, it’s a little more proof of just how well you fit together, like a piece of a puzzle they didn’t even realize was missing until you showed up.
U - Upset - How do they act when they're/their s/o is upset?
Neither Eddie or Volt are particularly ‘good’ at handling their feelings, as their coping methods tend to be rather unhealthy (bottling it up and self-isolating.) As well, neither of them really want to open up about whatever’s bothering them, whether it’s related to you or not.
Eddie, especially, tends to self-isolate more than anything else when he’s upset. He’ll throw himself into his work even harder than usual, trying to focus on anything else except for what’s actually bothering him. If you were the one to upset him, he may not talk to you directly for a day or so, needing time to cool off. This is primarily because he’s worried about snapping at you, as he knows he’s likely to do if he talks to you whilst he’s still so frustrated and emotionally raw. If he does end up insulting you or blowing you off, it’s almost always followed immediately by an apology and an attempt to leave/get you to leave, at least for a while.
If you were the one upset, Eddie would give you space unless you explicitly asked him to be there for you/give you company. He doesn’t really know how to comfort people, especially people as important to him as you are, so he’s sort of at a loss. Whatever you want, he’ll try to do it for you, but don’t expect any miracles. He’s pretty clueless about this whole thing, but damn if he isn’t trying his hardest to make you feel stable, if nothing else.
When Volt is upset, he tends to bottle it up and refuse to let it show in any sort of way when he’s around others. Regardless of how upset he is, he does a fairly good job of hiding it around patrons, his partners, almost anyone, really. The only way you’ll be able to tell he’s upset is when you notice the strain in his smile, or how distant his gaze seems. If you’re the one who upset him, he’ll give you a bit of a cold shoulder whilst he’s cooling off, politely yet firmly urging you to go and do something else with your time whilst he attends to ‘private matters’. Only once he’s calmed down will he seek you out to talk things out and, hopefully, patch things over.
If you were upset, Volt would offer a sympathetic ear and, if desired, an arm as well. If you need space, he can oblige (he’s done it enough times with Eddie that it’s something he’s rather accustomed to), but he will be expecting you to seek him out once you’re feeling well enough to talk. In the meantime, he’s brainstorming ways to cheer you up once you’re back on the mend and preparing little surprises to lighten your mood the next time he sees you. If nothing else, the thought is sweet. <3
V - Vulnerable - How do they show vulnerability?
Eddie has an extremely tough time opening up to anyone, even if it’s you or Volt. That said, he still has some ways of showing vulnerability to you. When you’re sitting with him and he’s feeling particularly exhausted or overwhelmed, he’ll lean into your side and rest his head on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck. The comforting warmth of your body is enough to provide him a little relief, at least enough for him to somewhat relax under all the constant stress he’s under. If you’d like to help him relax further, gently running your fingers through his hair/wires would work wonders, especially if you hum whilst doing it.
Volt, similarly, isn’t the most straight-forward when it comes to being vulnerable with anyone, even his partners. He feels as though he always has to be ‘on’, and to maintain that showmanship and candor at all times, lest he be perceived as ‘failing’. When he’s alone with you, however, he feels comfortable enough to dial it back a little. He’s still energetic, sure, but it feels less performative, more driven by actual excitement and interest when it comes to the things you do together. Speak softly to him, tell him how well he did that day, and he’ll be putty in your hands.
W - Wounded - How do they act when their s/o is injured/sick?
The moment they realize you’re sick, they’re both horribly worried. Whereas Volt is acting like a mother hen, fussing over you and asking you dozens and dozens of questions about what hurts where and what he can do about it, Eddie is actually getting the practical side of things done. Unsurprisingly, given his cooking talents, Eddie makes a delightful chicken noodle soup, which is exactly what you need to start building your strength back up! Considering the fact that he doesn’t want to be caring for two sick people, Eddie will also pull Volt out of the room after a while, much to his dismay. Until you’re better, Volt will be texting you regularly to ask if you need anything, making any and every excuse to come to your room and visit you, much as Eddie might get on his case about it.
If you were injured, though, the roles would almost flip between them. Eddie would be checking in on you frequently, honestly feeling a little guilty over you getting injured, whether or not it was actually his fault. If the injury happened whilst helping him down at the Breaker Box, he’d feel especially guilty, blaming himself for whatever happened to you. Volt, meanwhile, would be preparing things behind-the-scenes to help you around the house; Any mobility issues your injury might’ve given you are being accommodated for, any objects who you might interact with regularly (sans Dateviators) are being informed of whatever injury you have that might impede your ability to use things ‘normally’.
X - X-tra - Random fluff hc
Eddie definitely has some issues with chronic pain, so he really, really appreciates it when you go out of your way to make a more comforting environment for him. Dimmer lights, a soft place for him to rest, generally checking in on him from time to time. He doesn’t need to be babied, but he absolutely loves it when you treat him like you care about what happens to him; It makes him feel wanted in a way things rarely do.
Volt loves having his hair brushed/having you run your fingers through his hair. It’s deceptively soft, despite how dangerous it looks to touch, and he only lets you and Eddie touch it. The way you found out he likes having it brushed through was actually pretty adorable, as he had been cuddling with you when you reached up to run your fingers through it. When his eyes drifted shut and he let out a soft hum of contentment, his features relaxing fully alongside his body, you knew you’d struck gold.
Y - Yearning - Do they yearn? How so?
Both Eddie and Volt yearn pretty hard, but they do it in different ways.
Volt yearns for you whenever you aren’t there, regardless of how long you’re apart for. He can’t help but think about how much brighter and livelier the room would be if you were in it, or how badly he wishes you were there to dance with him on the livelier nights at the Breaker Box. The weight of his empty hand is a constant reminder of the fact that you aren’t there, and it dampens his spark, even if nobody except you or Eddie could tell.
Eddie yearns for you when you are there. When you’re not around, he can at least distract himself with work, but when you’re there and so tantalizingly close, he can’t help but want you more. When you’re across the room, whether alone at a table and watching the stage or dancing around the room with Volt, all he can think about is how badly he wishes he was the one over there with you. It’s so much harder to focus on tending the bar when he can just glance up and see you at any time, having you just out of reach but still present. It’s torture, but the ache burns so very sweetly.
Z - Zzz - What's it like to sleep beside them?
Sleeping (in a perfectly sfw sense) with Volt and Eddie is, for lack of a better term, absolutely delightful. IF you can get them both into bed at the same time.
Most nights, you and Volt head to bed well before Eddie, as he prefers to stay up tending to various repairs around the bar. All too often, Eddie will return long after the two of you have fallen asleep, you tucked oh-so-tenderly against Volt’s chest, and Eddie will find himself staring for a moment, wondering just what he did to deserve this. Soon thereafter, he’ll crawl into bed beside Volt, wrapping his arms loosely around the other man’s waist and tucking his head against his back before falling asleep.
On the nights where you manage to wrangle Eddie into sleeping at a reasonable hour, you can typically convince him to let you sleep in the middle. Volt to your right, Eddie to your left, and you perfectly sandwiched between two men who love you more than anything else in the world. During these nights, Volt will take special care to play with your hair as the three of you talk whilst Eddie rubs small, comforting circles on your back. You never sleep quite so soundly as you do when you’re all finally tuckered out, Eddie pressed firmly against your back and your head tucked into Volt’s chest, the two men’s arms wrapped loosely around one another’s waists and sandwiching you firmly between them. The soft buzzing of Volt’s dormant energy is the perfect white noise to fall asleep to.
Author's notes: Happy (early) Valentine's Day Twst fandom!! I quite honestly wrote this late one night when I couldn't sleep and all I had on the brain was that I wanted to write a Twisted Wonderland Valentines Day fic. Beyond that, I had nothing. But this is what I got. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you all enjoy!
Type: Gender neutral reader/sfw/ fluff/ romantic/ Valentines Day fic/ featuring Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Crewel
Word Count: 1207
I felt my eyebrows arch at the sight of the delicate bag of chocolates that sat on the living room’s coffee table as Grim eyed it suspiciously. Which was odd in and of itself, since I really would’ve expected him to dive on and devour it at the very first opportunity. But then, in his defense, the door had been bolted shut for the night, and someone must have snuck into Ramshackle to leave the gift last night, so some worries were understandable.
I was more intrigued by the timing of the gift, though, because today was Valentine’s Day. Or, at least it would be if that holiday existed in Twisted Wonderland.
Which should’ve made this gift a very odd coincidence save for the fact that, from the small group of people I had told about Valentine’s Day, I could only think of one person who would both remember the holiday, act on it, and have snuck into Ramshackle without even the ghosts noticing. Especially considering his notable, if somewhat concerning, set of skills and hobbies.
I smiled slightly as I picked up the dainty bag, my motions eliciting a judgmental sound from my feline companion, “You aren’t planning on eating that, are you Henchhuman?”
I lifted my shoulders in a wholly unbothered shrug as I glanced down at Grim, smiling amusedly as I flicked the tag that clearly had my name written on, “Well it is addressed to me, and I know who it's from. I thought it might make a nice treat for later.”
Grim all but scowled at me, shaking his head before he slunk off with me following along. Laughing at his moodiness that I knew perfectly well stemmed from not having received a gift as well. But he’d live. Especially since I had a can of expensive tuna for him later. After all, I had told him that I’d get him a Valentine’s gift, though I doubted he remembered it considering his current mood.
And I was almost disappointed that I hadn’t been better prepared for what greeted me when I walked into class to find a crowd of students surrounding my desk. Honestly speaking, I should’ve realized the bag of chocolates wouldn’t be the only gift left for me today considering who I was dealing with.
Crewel barely even looked up from his seat as I stared in surprise at the muttering horde of students, “Congratulations, Pup. It looks like a gift was left for you.”
His characteristic dry tone was tinged with amusement, and I glanced his way with a slight frown, briefly wondering if he’d seen the man who’d left the gift. I stayed silent, though. Instead opting to meander over to my desk as Grim all but yowled at the people to move.
And gradually, as the sea of murmuring and snickering students parted, I caught sight of a massive bouquet of red roses that had me sighing slightly even despite the fond smile that slipped onto my face.
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Ace appeared next to me, elbowing me playfully as I rolled my eyes at his teasing tone.
Deuce, on the other hand, was leaning over to better inspect the admittedly over-the-top bouquet that almost swallowed my desk, “It doesn’t have a note, though. Any idea who it’s from?”
I nodded unsurprisingly as he looked my way with a curious gaze. and Ace outright grinned as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his expression practically promising mischievousness, “Need any help catching them?”
This time I outright snorted in amusement at his words, but I honestly wondered if catching my so-called admirer would even be a possibility. I shook my head lightly, my fingers brushing lightly over the flowers as I spoke, “No, I’ll see him after school is done for the day, I imagine.”
Ace shrugged, muttering a ‘suit yourself’ in response, before plopping down at his desk while Deuce and I went about convincing the oversized bouquet to slide into the vase Crewel had indicated for me to use until class was over with.
But that was hardly the end of it. Instead, my entire day was sprinkled with sundry gifts left for me at varying locations, from additional flowers to small baggies of goodies. And each gift left my friends and teachers steadily more amused as they whispered about who the possible gifter might be. Though I was pretty certain that at least a few people had already figured it out.
For my part, though, I couldn’t help but gradually feel myself grow both more amused by and fond of the man in question.
By the end of the day, Ace and Deuce had casually convinced Grim that he wouldn’t want any part in the supposed sappiness that was to come. And I hadn’t missed the exaggerated wink Ace had sent my way when Grim had quite vocally elected that he would spend the evening with them.
I’d just have to give him his tuna tomorrow.
I was humming quietly to myself as I walked home on my own. Taking my array of gifts with me as I idly wondered if he would be waiting for me.
I had to push the door with my foot as I supported the flowers and varying goodie bags, but I soon found myself receiving support in the form of being relieved of some of my burdens. “Mon Dieu, Trickster! You are practically engulfed!”
I laughed, nodding agreement before I found myself grinning at Rook, “You certainly outdid yourself. I was worried I wouldn’t make it home with everything.”
“Ah, pardon, Trickster. I may have become overeager.” Despite his words, there was little to no apology in Rook’s smile, and I found myself shaking my head fondly at his antics.
“You didn’t have to do all of this for me,” My tone softened as I spoke, and I gestured vaguely to the array of gifts with a smile.
But Rook was already shaking his head and soundly refusing my words with a smile all his own, “Non, I could not help it after you told me of such a magnifique férié. It is not often you speak of your home anyway. How could I ignore such an opportunity?”
His expression softened as he spoke, and I sighed. Defeated, but still amused as I held out a small bag of my chocolates that I’d gotten made last night and had held back all day. Because there had been no denying Rook’s delighted reaction when I’d first told him about Valentine’s Day.
I’d resolved then to give him something. I just hadn’t expected anything in return, much less the onslaught of gifts I’d gotten today.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Rook,” I smiled as he accepted the baggie with comically widened eyes before his expression softened and he caught one of my hands in his.
“Merci, and a Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Trickster.” He slipped into a half-bow as he spoke, and I felt him press the lightest of kisses to the back of my hand. Almost causing me to giggle as he straightened with a pleased smile.
But I guess Ace and Deuce really had been right. There certainly was some sappiness to be had today.
Could you do a Poe Dameron x reader/fluff/reader could be new on base and somehow befriends Bb; Poe wants to know who Bb is cheating on him with (lol) and develops a massive crush??
(Please ignore how long this took me). I had fun writing it! Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy.
the persistence of BB-8
Word Count: 1,080
Notes: No use of Y/N for reader-insert, gender-neutral reader-insert
If anyone would like to request something from the witch (me), the cauldron is always brewing. I also write character/character!
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Fic below the cut!
Since you had come to the Resistance base, you had met many people, but none of them had really been your friend. Of course, everyone had been nice to you — helping you find your way when you got lost, showing you how to navigate the computer systems, telling you that the Topato stew in the mess was overrated — but no one lingered. That was fine; you could handle yourself, and by this point, you weren't expecting many people to come forward to be your friend.
And that was the reason why you looked at the small droid with no small degree of surprise. The droid — a BB-unit, by the looks of him — had rolled up to you and beeped inquisitively, either not noticing or not caring of the fact that you were in the middle of trying to fix a particularly stubborn X-Wing motivator. "Well, hey there," you told it, and then winced as grease splattered from the tangle of wires, staining your jumpsuit.
The droid swiveled its head down to peer under the X-Wing, making a curious noise.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm usually decent at this, you know, but I can do it myself. Thanks for the offer."
You couldn't really turn your head to look at it without banging into the underbelly of the ship, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see the droid trying to roll towards you. Then came a clang and then a defeated bleep; the spherical body had gotten stuck. You could hear the servomotors desperately whirring, but to no avail. "You need help? Okay, just give me a minute."
It took embarrassingly longer than a minute to make your way out from under the ship — too many loose wires kept getting caught on you and your clothes — but eventually you managed to roll yourself out, immediately going to the other side of the ship. The astromech's head swiveled towards you.
"Alright, just a second." Surveying the situation, you bit your lip. You hadn't been using a jack to lift the ship up, so there was no way to raise it further; you'd just have to try and pull the droid out yourself. "Hold on."
The first time you tried to get a grip, the droid's round body slid under your hands, but after a couple of tries, you were able to tug it out. Those astromechs were far heavier than they looked — what were they building them out of now, solid durasteel? You grunted in a rather undignified way as you abruptly sat backwards with the force of removing the droid. "You better be grateful for that," you muttered, standing up.
The droid hastily beeped an affirmative.
"Cool. What's your name?"
It gave you it's code; BB-8 (you had been right about it being a BB-unit, then). "Okay, then. Let's get you back to where you belong. Who's your —"
But you are abruptly cut off at the sound of footsteps, coming closer, and you whirled around. At this angle and this distance, it was hard to make out the person's face, but whoever it was wore the orange jumpsuit of an X-Wing pilot. "BB-8!" he called.
Now you could see him, and you squinted dubiously at him. It wasn't someone you had met on base before, and you might've even introduced yourself, had he not only eyes for BB-8, trying to keep up with the droid's seemingly endless stream of beeps.
"BB-8! Where were you? I was looking everywhere!" The man must understand binary better than you do; he's speaking almost as fast as BB-8. "Got trapped? Who got you out?"
You took that as a good opportunity to clear your throat a little, and the man's head shot up. "Oh, I'm sorry! You got him out?"
"Yeah."
"Well, thanks for giving him a hand. He's a good droid, but gets into a few too many adventures for his own good. I guess I'm not one to talk, though. I don't think I've seen you around here before ...?"
His tone implied a question, and you answered it with your name.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Poe, Poe Dameron." The man, Poe, reached out a hand, and you shook it, only a little awkwardly.
"Good to meet you, too."
Poe smiled. He had a nice smile, the kind that reached up to his eyes, the kind that — nope. You were not going to allow yourself to think about that anymore. What were you, one of those hopelessly lovestruck characters from a bad romance novel? "I hope I'll see you around, then. Always like to see new recruits."
The next day, it was quite the surprise to see BB-8 again. Now working on a rather dilapidated Y-Wing today, you turned around upon hearing the little beeps of the droid behind you. "Oh! Hey, there. Guess you don't need help again?"
BB-8 replied that no, he did not.
"Cool. Well, it's good to see you, then."
BB-8's answer sounded rather carefree. If droids had somewhat interesting personalities, you would have almost thought that he was hiding something.
"Huh. Whatever you say, but you're welcome to hang out. Maybe help, if you feel so inclined?"
The astromech might have answered, had someone not begun shouting his name again. "BB-8! Where are you? I need your help! Who are you cheating on me with?"
A laugh tumbled from your mouth before you could stop it. Your face felt oddly warm. "You should go to him, BB-8. Don't let me get you in trouble."
He didn't even respond, just rolled away as quick as his servomotors would let him; you could hear the whirring noises of his metal body trying to compensate for his speed as he went to Poe.
Even as you turned away, not wanting either of them to catch you watching the interaction, you could still hear their conversation clearly.
"I need your help with stuff, buddy," Poe was saying. "And I'm sure other people do, too. Why did you just run off?"
It was hard to make out what BB-8 was saying from here, due to both the distance and your mostly rudimentary knowledge of binary, but you thought you could hear something about "nice people."
Poe laughed a little. "You like our new friend, too? I guess you're not wrong there, though."
Well. That was unexpected, especially for him of all people to say. More than unexpected. This man liked you?
Jason, being a wolf hybrid, is used to everything related to his animal side, although it was difficult for him to relearn everything again due to the Lazarus Pit, to get used to his strength, his more acute sense of smell, and the saber that was taller, wider and more muscular than his entire family combined.
It was also a little difficult for his family (at that time Dick, Alfred and Bruce) to understand how Jason looked and behaved, since he was no longer the scrawny wolf-hybrid child, who looked more like a grumpy, rain-soaked puppy, barely reaching their torsos, but a man over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and the musculature of a lumberjack.
Anyway, Jason had to relearn everything, and one of those instincts he had to relearn was his heat cycles, a week or so in which he's in a heat hell, unbearably horny and desperate, with veins bulging, his face always red, and his penis that never stops being damn hard, while the rest of the year he's "tamed" compared to how he was that week where everything seemed like a battleground, where his family couldn't get within several meters of his apartment, and for Jason it was hell when he was single, since he had more strength than normal because of the Lazarus Pit and didn't want to hurt some one-night stand partner.
until he met you.
You are also a vigilante, a strong one, capable of facing him in battle. You are not intimidated when Jason tries to intimidate you, always responding to him, and sometimes seeming to have him under control (which Jason loves, because it makes him feel that he is not entirely invincible), and with that certainty that you can achieve everything you set your mind to.
Your relationship starts slowly, yet with that subtle hint of compatibility; it grows so quickly that you even share your sexual cycles…
The problem?
You're a rabbit hybrid.
Contrary to popular belief, rabbit hybrids don't go into heat. Instead, they have an extremely high libido. all. the. damn. year.
Which leads to situations like this.
Jason, beneath you, gasped desperately, his face flushed, his ears flat against his head as you mounted him, his tail swishing from side to side, showing how much he loved being dominated by you. His penis slid in and out between your folds because you refused to let his ridiculous anatomy (thanks to the Lazarus Pit) hold you back. Thanks to all the time you'd spent with him, you'd learned how to dominate this man who was twice your size.
"No, no, Jason, no claws" you say as you feel the brush of his nails against your thighs, while your hands are on his chest to maintain your balance and at the same time helps you gain momentum to mount his penis, while Jason does his best to avoid grabbing your thighs and devouring you.
"Ugh… love please… you're killing me… let me… UGH!" Jason throws his head back as he drops you hard onto his penis, as a warning. You see how his lips are red from all the times Jason has bitten them as a way of holding back and from all the kisses he's been giving you the whole time.
"Let's go a little further, you can do it, let me have you, okay? My sweet and ferocious wolf…" you say, placing both hands behind your legs so Jason can get a better view of your bulging belly
"God, you're a sin… please, let me… fuck!" Jason groans, his abdomen where his autopsy scar is located tenses as another wave of semen fills you. You both sigh and your bodies tremble, both drenched in sweat. He grips you desperately and lets his snout bury its face in your neck, sniffing you, while you feel his fangs graze your skin.
"Come on, a little more, I'm not finished yet, okay?" You ask, as you bring your hands to his neck, hugging him by the shoulders and pulling him towards you, while you still rub yourself with his penis inside you to reach that perfect spot inside you, while you feel him squeezing your bunny tail.
"Of course!" Jason says as he drags you to the bed for more rounds, his tail slapping wildly against the mattress, showing his enthusiasm for your idea, but this time Jason will be in control
The next morning, you'll be bursting with joy, and Jason will be more relaxed than ever, as if he'd just had a revitalizing bath. After all, he's a wolf hybrid who's been immersed in the Lazarus Pit; he has a lot of pent-up energy. That activity is wonderful for releasing it.
Idea taken from a post by @rawme-price
Credits to him for the inspiration, here's the link if you want to see the post: https://www.tumblr.com/rawme-price/811251516339011584/so-ive-been-thinking-about-bunnyreader-and?source=share
This is the first time I've made a gender-neutral reader, sorry about anything (all of this is translated by a translator, sorry if there are any mistakes)(This is also the first time I've written anything risqué, so don't expect much from me.)
I'm working on something, but I have no idea when it will be ready, So I'll leave you with this.
