just your f/o(s) being there for you when you have a rough day. doesn't matter the cause of it but it definitely took its toll on you. maybe they hold your hand, tell you it's okay to cry, scream or stay quiet. the outside world is harsh and scary but when you are with them it's okay, maybe not perfect but at least okay again.
Or maybe they promise to burn the world down for wronging you in whatever way. you are so precious to them, any transgressions against you is one against them.
regardless, they'd want you to know they are always gonna have your back on your best days and worst ones.
You wake up one morning to a shock of pain to your abdomen and a horrible stretching feeling in your guts. It’s that time of the month. Week of blood and pain and feeling gross. You groan, the pain too much to ignore as you force yourself to stand. There’s a soft sympathetic mew from your cat Yoongi as he walks over and rubs against your leg, definitely sensing the shift in your health. It distracts you from the pain for a moment as you leaned down to pet his soft dark fur. Period or not, you still had things to do today…
***
You go about your day as usual, perhaps just a little slower and less coordinated. The cramps on the first and second day always were a little hard to stand… literally. But you already took pain medication and drank water, so there wasn’t much else you could do. Finally, you found yourself back in your apartment. You drop your bag by your bedroom door and flop face first into your bed with a groan.
“Eugh….” You groan, wincing through another wave of cramping. “Surely I can take some more medication by now…”
Ding!
Oh. Right. You somehow completely forgot about the… predicament you’ve been having over the internet for the past week. As stupid as it is to put into words, someone who claims to be the Grim Reaper has been pestering you over chat messages and video calls about needing to get your overdue soul. Apparently you weren’t supposed to still be kicking at this point, yet here you were.
Grim, as you started calling the odd stranger, made a significant point proving his supernatural status the other night when he created a “soul bridge” briefly between the two of you. Usually you’d gently brush off those kinds of spiritual experiences as purely self-reflective but you definitely felt something last night, an interaction between you and him on a level you could only start to wrap your head around. It was almost exhilarating to finally have a semblance of proof of the metaphysical…
Ding! Ding ding! Ding!
And he’s blowing up your DMs right now. You whine at the thought of having to stand up and walk over to your desk, but you know how impatient that pretty boy could get. Hey, maybe seeing his face can be another good distraction from the pain. With that thought, you hobble over to your desk and slump onto the swivel chair, curling your knees up to your chest as you open the message application.
GRIM: i have a question.
GRIM: something seems amiss and it has been bothering me all day. i suspect it may have to do with our lingering soul connection from last night.
GRIM: do you by any chance feel unwell?
GRIM: soul connections that go smoothly typically do not have lingering negative effects, but i cannot help but sense something is wrong and i am worried.
GRIM: …for the condition of your soul, of course. yeah.
GRIM: i would rather there not be any complications whenever i come to collect it.
GRIM: please respond as soon as possible.
GRIM: hello?
GRIM: mortal, you better not have done something foolish to yourself in the hours since we’ve last spoken.
GRIM: ren.
Your eyes blearily scan over your unread messages. You never expected Grim Reapers to be this clingy. With a sigh, you finally type a reply.
REN-054: I’m alive, pretty boy, don’t worry.
GRIM: …why must you always call me that?
GRIM: you’re so…
GRIM: i mean, obviously i am likely the most beautiful and charming person you’ve ever met! i can’t blame you for wanting to acknowledge my beauty every day.
You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers at the painfully obvious display of bravado. Along with this man’s existence briefly slipping from your mind, you seemed to also have forgotten how much of a frustratingly attractive headache he was.
REN-054: Yeah yeah yeah great. Anyway—
REN-054: You were wondering if I’m feeling alright, yeah?
GRIM: yes that is what i asked.
REN-054: Well as a matter of fact, I am not well. I am currently bleeding quite profusely, it’s pretty tragic </3
GRIM: WHAT?!
REN-054: Hold on, princess, I wasn’t finished.
GRIM: …
GRIM: i am neither female nor of any royal lineage, i don’t know where you keep thinking of these nicknames…
You let out a snort.
REN-054: Well you’re pretty like one and you act petulant like one
GRIM: EXCUSE ME??
REN-054: Yes. Anyway, you’ve probably been around long enough to know about human menstrual cycles yes?
GRIM: i cannot say i’m that familiar… i only really deal with the cycle of life and death, but i know vaguely of this.
REN-054: Well I experience those. Got the uterus and all. And I’m in a LOT of pain right now… so that’s been what you were sensing probably
GRIM: is… is that normal? you are both bleeding and suffering enough pain that even our weak soul connection made me aware of it.
GRIM: you mortals and your weak maladapted bodies….
REN-054: Nah it’s normal, unfortunately. Well—it’s not the ideal scenario with these kinds of things, but it’s a commonly held experience. I guess you wouldn’t really get it
GRIM: what do you mean? i could “get it”! do not underestimate me, mortal.
REN-054: … Underestimate your ability to understand period cramps?
GRIM: if that is what you are experiencing, then yes.
GRIM: it may be easier for me if i see your face.
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Incoming Call! || Accept? Yes ✓/ Yes ✓
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Well, here’s your highlight for the day, finally. Without much a choice, you accept the call.
When your webcam finally connects, the screen reveals your usually smug and relaxed reaper sitting up from his seat in attention. You stare back without much reaction, already feeling your energy begin to drain at the prospect of presenting in front of another person. Grim definitely notices, his brow furrowing with worry. You could only imagine the sight he sees—your face is probably all puffed up and red, skin visibly scratched up and oily from a bad night’s sleep, all reacting to imbalanced hormones.
“What’s the damage, doc?” You deadpan at him.
“Sunshine…” He leans in further as if he could actually check your health through the screen, voice softer than usual. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Came to talk to you,” you shrugged. “It’s better than lying around doing nothing…”
The white haired reaper leaned back, seemingly appalled. “Wh—Why would you want to use your energy to speak with me when you’re like this?
You let out a huff. “What? Do I look that bad to you right now?”
“That is not what I meant, and you know it.”
Now that wakes you up. You hadn’t expected him to get so serious all of a sudden.
“Woah man, sorry. I didn’t meant to strike a cord—“ You attempted to sit up in your chair only to be hit with a wave of pain. Grim winces, whether because he sensed the pain with you or your reaction simply concerned him, you couldn’t tell.
“You don’t need to move, Sunshine. Be still…” His voice was so painfully soft, you weren’t used to it.
“Fine by me…” you mumble, still preoccupied with soothing the ache to poke at him about his uncharacteristic behavior. “How’ve you been?”
“A normal day as usual. No one caused me much trouble today during my work, thankfully,” he replied, sensing your want to change the subject despite his worries. The reaper shifted restlessly in his seat, gaze never leaving you.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” There goes changing the subject… “Have you had your needed sustenance for today? Food? Water? I know some of you mortals are prone to forgetting these essential things for your survival.”
You let out a groan, knowing he wasn’t wrong. “Honestly, I was so busy today that I actually did forget to bring lunch to work. Thanks for reminding me I need to do that after this call.”
“Good. Be grateful that someone was here to remind you before your weak mortal body keeled over.”
You laugh dryly at the irony in his words. “Wouldn’t that make your job way easier though?”
…
You’re met with silence. The air suddenly felt heavy, like you said something you shouldn’t have. Grim stared at you, conflicted. He seemed almost hurt, for some reason. You opened your mouth to backtrack what you said, but the reaper beat you to it.
“You really must be unwell today,” he sighed, still staring like you could crumble into dust at any moment. You looked away, almost as if in admission of guilt. Yeah, usually you aren’t so casually joking about dying at your own expense. Not around him, at least. It’s a little funny that the Grim Reaper would give you more motivation to live than you’d get out of any normal day. He must really not be used to this kind of attitude from you. Grim sighs again.
“How about you head to bed. I’ll get off call.” He phrased it like a statement rather than a suggestion.
“Wait, huh?” You’re taken aback, feeling just a little hurt all of a sudden. You blame the hormones. “So soon, Grimmy?”
“It’s not anything bad,” He asserted, his expression earnest. “Just get off call and go lay down. I’ll see you soon. Don’t go anywhere.”
Imagine helping your f/o wash their hair ! Do they need to use a specific brand or have a specific routine ? How long is it, and how long does it usually take to wash it ? If their curl pattern is tighter, did they teach you how to help them with taking care of it, or are you already familiar with it ? What about black f/os with protective hairstyles like locks or braids ? How do you help when their wash days finally came up ?
No matter what hair type they have, it's clear that your f/o has a lot of trust when it comes to you helping with their hair. For some, hair is a really important thing. And to let you help with something so big and important is huge to them. ♡
ship: Days Lie Dormant (nova [transfem!Clancy] x axel)
wc: 1, 589
rating: g
summary: axel has a rough day, and nova decides to come visit him with some dinner to make his day a little better (pure fluff)
need to know
That when I fail you'll still be here
'Cause if you stick around, I'll sing you pretty sounds
And we'll make money selling your hair
It was getting late. The skyline had foregone its sunset hues of oranges and reds and now, in the center of the city where his apartment building was located, the sky glowed with the lights. Rather than the stars resting atop the blackness of the smoggy evening, they clung like an ocean to the streets and the buildings.
Axel watched the clock on his phone change from 10:59 to 11:00 pm and his heart ached.
Each time he had tried to lay down and relax the same thing happened. His mind would remind him of a danger. A problem he had yet to solve at work or online. A reminder that he should not be resting because, well, there was simply far too much to do at the moment. Each though brought with it a stab to his limbs, transforming them into things that tingled with anxiety. They made their way to his throat, where the nerves formed a tight and unpleasant ball and it made seal want to scream at the top of their lungs.
Instead they stood from his couch and meandered past the curtain dividing the living room from the kitchen, where he flipped the light on and began to rummage for some sort of food to eat, hoping it might drown out his thoughts to focus on something like a task. Still, the second his mind wandered, the thoughts hit him again, and he felt his entire body shrivel up in a physical flinch.
The sensation of concern was interrupted by the sound of Axel's discord pinging with a notification. Pausing his momentary restless searching, he picked up his phone to swipe it open and check. Nova, her name decorated with a star emoji and a heart, had messaged him. She must have still been up in her home across the hall. He felt his heart leap in excitement as he read her words:
🌟❤ SUPERNOVA ❤🌟
hey u awake?
i saw your lights were still on
i was coming home from picking up fried chicken i wasn't just standing outside of ur window lol
unless you want me to
i'll get a boom box or something
pick a song and i'll blast it ;D
Axel laughed to himself, admiring the excitement in her texts in comparison to his own, heavy and exhausted energy. He tried his best to keep his own tone upbeat as he replied to her:
Axel
hey starshine <3
yeah i'm up
not doing too well tonight is all :c
thinking too much
help me /silly
Her name appeared and the signal of her typing appeared, making Axel blush. Had she been waiting to text him back? Well, they were dating. As new and nervous as they both were in the situation, the sensation of crushing, puppy dog love never left him. If anything, he appreciated star for the effort.
🌟❤ SUPERNOVA ❤🌟
im sorry to hear that :c </3
do you want company?
i havent' started eating yet
i'll let you have a wing if you let me pick a movie we can watch ;p
Axel
Yeah, sure!
That sounds nice, if it's not bothering you c:
🌟❤ SUPERNOVA ❤🌟
lol if it was a bother i wouldn't ask!
silly boy <3
i'll be right over i need to change
Axel took the time to put the items he had pulled from the kitchen away, favoring going back into his living room and fiddling with the stretch of his outpulled futon. He liked sleeping in the apartment bedroom, but, sometimes on cold nights it was simply too chilly. Sleeping on the couch next to his working fireplace was a lot easier. He took the time to get a fire going, knowing how cold Nova got when she came over.
After a while there was a knock on the door. Axel stood from his final stoking of his fireplace, now alight with the warm embers of a fresh flame, and opened his apartment door. Sure enough, Nova stood before him with a loose plastic bag in one hand, her other leaning on his doorframe as she looked down and smiled shyly at him. Her cheeks were rosy and warm, probably from walking to get her dinner still, but she had dawned a comfortable looking woolen sweater with a high turtleneck that wrapped around her throat. She had her favorite long, flowy black skirt. The one with the overlaid fabric of the same black shade decorated with subtle flower patterns.
"Hey," She greeted. Axel leaned up, and soon their lips met in a tender kiss in the doorway.
"Hey," He responded, "Come on in, I have the living room set up for us."
"Always the gentleman." Nova giggled as she swayed into his home.
It didn't take both of them long before they settled comfortably into spots they had come to associate with one another on the couch. Axel lay down first, stretching himself out and making sure his phone and remove control for his television was nearby. Once done, Nova took her spot at his side. She was leaning against him, head pressed to his chest as he wrapped an arm around her and let her snuggle against him. She reached for one of her chickens, a drumstick, and handed it to Axel with a napkin.
"Woah a drumstick?" He gasped, "I'm being spoiled."
"It's because you've had a rough day," Nova kissed his cheek, "And I love you."
"Oh." Axel blushed red as she grabbed her own food, taking the remote from him and turning on his television as if she had owned it. She might as well have. Axel only ever used it when she was over, preferring to watch things with his headphones on a laptop while coloring or idly scrolling through his socials. The noise he made caused Nova to chuckle as she turned on what looked to be some sort of Real Housewives reality show.
"Do you want to talk about anything?" Nova wondered, adjusting herself so she could take a quick look up at her lover with a curious expression, "We can just eat and laugh at trashy housewives if you want."
Axel shrugged lightly, exhaling as he picked off a piece of fried chicken skin and ate it tentativley.
"I don't know. I just feel like....I'm falling behind somehow. That life's coming for me, and, I don't really have a chance in it. Every time I think of doing something I just....freeze and can't. It feels like my limbs are made of bees and moving them disturbs the hive. Its exhausting."
Nova hummed, shifting herself to look at him fully.
"My poor boy," She mused as she kissed the corner of his chin with a sigh, letting her lips linger on the rough patches that were still growing uneven patchy spots of hair. Testosterone had made him much fuzzier, certainly, but he was still bad at growing hair consistently. Star continued:
"You work really hard, Axy. I almost never see you take a break. I think you're giving yourself too much flack, when all you're really needing to do is rest and relax yourself."
"I can relax when I'm dead." Axel laughed with an effort to push away the guilt of knowing she was right.
"Well, I think you're allowed to relax while you're alive. You enjoy it more that way."
A pause. He adjusted himself so that star was wrapped more in his arms. He held her close, reaching out to take a piece of fry from the side dishes on the table, and smiling down at her as she followed him for one of her own.
"Well," Axel admitted softly, "I feel relaxed when you're with me. You always make me feel safe."
Nova's eyes widened. Her face was blossoming with a red blush, even in the light of the fireplace and television as the scenes changed. Something about his words honored her, even if he couldn't understand why they would. After all, he was just Axel wasn't he?
As if sensing his doubt, her hand went to his cheek and held him, caressing his face with her thumb as she smiled up. Something about Nova's gaze was dreamy and awestruck, like she had witnessed the most beautiful shooting star cross her vision. She always looked at him like he was something so unique and beautiful in the world. He reached up, holding her hand in his own and smiling bashfully back.
"I'm glad," She whispered softly, "I want to be someone you're safe with, Axy. When I'm around, when you don't have work the next day, when we do this...I hope you know that I do it because I love being with you. Truly, I....I love you. After all."
Axel thought about the lingering vulnerability in her words, and soon could not stop himself from leaning forward and capturing Nova's lips into a tender kiss. She eagerly returned his motions, bringing him to her so that she might suck out the rest of his negativity and push it into the air as they separated.
"I love you, Nov." Axel smiled.
"I love you too, handsome," She kissed his neck, "Now come on, the skin gets all soggy when you leave it for too long. Do you want any sauce? I want sauce."
"I want your sauce." Axel joked, but reached for a pack of ketchup while Nova grabbed the signature buffalo sauce of the restaurant. Star laughed at his sentence, nudging his feet with her own.
"Maybe after dinner, big guy."
In the end, they both fell asleep on the couch in one another's arms.
In which you want to do something nice for Emmet after a bad week, witness some rude customers and the Subway boss gets something off his chest.
Content: Basically a full story of autism venting that's disguised as a selfship fic, depiction of people not getting neurodivergent people and neurodivergent people trying to deal with that. hurt / comfort fluff, barely proofread pardon, word count: 4587
All in all its a regular Wednesday in Nimbasa city when you make your way onto the single battles line amongst the eager passengers and trainers waiting to compare their skills against each other and make their way to the coveted last wagon where the subway bosses are residing.
The station is packed today and has been for about two weeks now. The reason for that being that the first two weeks of winter usually being the time where both battle lines take a short break to get a general overhaul. This means that challengers from all over take the weeks before that to test their skills in full for one last time, flocking towards Nimbasa en masse.
You make your ways trough trainers of all ages, carefully dodging the little wrapped package from any harm that might befall it until you stand at the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. A depot agent jogs past you lightly and you both nod at each other in recognition, you've been here long enough that you know most of them by name now but this one is one of the younger ones and its escaping you right now. You doubt that she's late, most of the workers tend to take their punctuality very seriously, but you know that people have been getting antsy waiting their turn on the trains or just barely missed the last item they wanted to get with their collected BPs, so not quite as good natured Pokemon fights that had to be broken up by the staff tended to become more frequent.
This chaos was precisely the reason for your visit today.
The rumbling of the approaching train and a familiar voice calling over the speakers ,reminding you to stand behind the yellow line till the train has stopped, interrupts your thoughts and you turn your attention back to the now. The challengers beside you wait until the voice declares the train is safe to board now, at which point they practically rush towards the doors sucking you with the flow of people, until a stern and booming voice breaks trough the squabbeling.
“ALL CHALLENGERS BOARDING THE SINGLE LINE PLEASE FORM A LINE OF TWO BEFORE BOARDING. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PATIENCE."
You and the girl next to you make it to Ingo, but before you both can get on the man holds out an arm.
“Dreadfully sorry madame, but we are at full challenger capacity."
The teen next to you groans but steps back from the train immediately, until you step forward and board the the line yourself.
“Hey! Didn't you hear? He said-"
You lift your package up revealing the lanyard dangling from your neck
“I got a permit! I am not here for battles."
“Ah! Okay, I'm sorry I didn't-"
You smile at the flustered challenger and shrug.
“It’s fine. Have a nice day."
the door closes behind you and you see the girl stepping back in line to wait her turn on the next ride before you turn towards the man next to you.
“Hello Ingo."
Ingo straightens his back and gives you a stern look.
When you first met him it was like he was staring into your soul, but you have known both twins for long enough by now to know that they both just had a habit of making extremely prolonged eye contact.
“Ah. A good day to you too my friend. I am glad to see you, however I must inform you that we are already over capacity today so I don't think- ... What do you have there?" You grin when his gaze falls down onto your hands and the little brown package in them.
"Oh I think you know what this is Ingo."
You shake the paper playfully, making it crinkle, before unwrapping it under Ingos intense gaze. You grab one of the little brown baggies inside of it and wiggle it in front of him.
"... Is that-"
“Marmelade filled crossaints from that little Kalosian corner store you all like so much? Maaaaaybe ~ "
Ingo reaches for the bag with so much gratefulnes it feels almost overblown, taking off his gloves immediately to not soil them with the sugary convection. When he takes a bite he closes his eyes blissfully and you can see them rolling back behind his lids.
"... Cheri flavored."
You laugh, happy to see your little impromptu cafe run seems to have had its desired effect. "Thought you all could use it."
Ingo opens his eyes again and nods.
“Definetly. This is just what I needed. Thank you."
“That bad?"
He sighs. "Not bad. This is not an emergency level threat to the station. I assure you we are all more than happy to see so many challengers. We have been getting more visitors to our line than we have for five years now."
".... But it's exhausting."
Ingo looks down like the admission of him needing a break is a deeply unfortunate and emberassing personal flaw of his he had been working on getting rid off for years. "Unfortunately yes."
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You move trough the wagons as quickly as you can manage. It would be too dangerous to squeeze past the several ongoing fights, so unless an agent waves you trough before the next one starts, you end up watching several battles. You can't help but notice that fights against the depot agents seem to lack a bit of an edge tough and it's becomming more and more obvious how much everyone is looking forward for the scheduled break at this point. None of the agents who receive a treat from you turn it down. Furze even almost falls to their knees and keeps thanking you over and over rapidly, calling you a "Saint amongst patrons." And "Glorious giver of caffeine and sugary baked goods." After receiving the little espresso cake you bought for them.
When you make your way toward the last Cabin, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor makes you flinch before opening the door. Your hand hovers over the handle for just one second before you push it open to peek inside.
You see Emmet, politely clapping, and another figure, a young trainer, who flinches when he hears the door open. The look the man is shooting you over his shoulder can only be described as infuriated. Emmets monotone voice reaches your ears.
“Well done. You got really close this time." He is still applauding the challengers skills and while you know he is completly genuine, it seems more tired and slow than usual today. He looks up and locks eyes with you and his tired smile now spreads to something more sincere that makes your heart skip a little.
“A pleasant surprise! Hello."
The trainer yanks his eyes away from you and murmurs something incomprehensible, before putting away his Pokeballs. The train slows down. Emmet keeps talking.
“Last time you couldn't get past my first one. You made progress. Verrrry good."
“Pfft."
The young man makes his way to the door withouth looking at either of you. Emmet crosses the Cabin to close the distance between them, offering a good natured handshake and it feels like watching someone innocently trying to offer a rabid Tauros a sugar-cube.
“I had lots of fun. I hope you come and-" "Would you shut up?"
Emmets smile doesn't leave his face, but his eyebrows move slightly towards his hairline in surprise at the mans outburst.
“I don't under-"
“I get it okay? You beat me again and now you are coming up to me with that smug condescending grin like I don't get it?"
Emmet shoots a glance of confusion over at you. You can see the bags under his eyes. When he looks back to the man the train has reached its stop.
“I didn’t mean any-"
“SHUT UP. GOD."
The doors open and he trained steps out onto the platform before turning to face yoh both again.
"Maybe I should tell you in a way you understand."
The man puts on an overly wide smile and goes crosseyed, before speaking in a nasely high pitched voice, that may have sounded a little bit like Emmet, if Emmet was involved in a terrible accident at the helium balloon factory.
"You're Emmet. You won. I lost. And I'm not gonna let you gloat about it. Goodbye! Everybody smile and fuck off."
Before any of you both can progress the statement the man has stepped trough the door and onto the platform. You faintly hear the word "Freak." Muttered under his breath before the door closes shut again.
"...That wasn't very nice."
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Emmet is just as grateful for your cafe run as the rest of the professional subway battlers, digging into his tiramisu with almost childlike glee.
You've gotten a muffin for yourself and you almost melt on the spot when you bite into it. You don't know what kind of witchcraft they do or how many souls need to be sacrificed to make food this good but they can keep doing it for all you care.
“I wish my Thermos wasn't empty. We should have had some coffee with this." Emmet sighs, taking the last bite of his shortbread.
You crumple the wrappings of your finished muffin and toss it into the bin next to you.
“I thought about bringing coffee, but I couldn't have carried all those cups and the food at the same time so I just settled for the sweets."
Emmet nods in agreement, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his head on his interlaced fingers.
“I am going to treat you to coffee. I will take you to a place Ingo and me visited a while ago. Yup. Their coffee is the best. You're going to love it.”
“That would be great.” You answer, truthfully.
Emmet was one of the few people you would gladly cancel everything else for just to spend more time with.
He had a knack for figuring out just when to call you up when you felt stressed and needed some company, so you’re glad if you managed to do the same for him, even if he still looked exhausted.
Well, at least to you.
At first his unchanging smile and blank tone of voice made him seem as unreadable to you as it did to most other people, but you quickly realized there was more to Emmets expressions than that.
You've learned to read his moods more by his body language and subtle changes in his expressions over the time you spent with him, so at this point even a slight upcurl of his smile could alert you to wildly different moods.
Right now he looks happy to you, his eyebrows aren’t furrowed, his smile in a position that you come to know as relaxed and resting as opposed to customer service politeness and his leg is bouncing, one of the many telltale signs he's feeling good at the moment.
Emmet has a lot of those tiny eccentricities that he usually doesn't notice until someone tells him.
For instance when Ingo politely asks him to stop clicking his pen during paperwork because he has a headache, or when he notices a depot Agent has trouble keeping up with him during a very confidence and happiness fueled after battle stride, at which point he will look a adorably sheepish for a second before slowing down.
You have to admit that you not only managed to figure out a lot of Emmets quirks at this point, but that a good deal of them are also just ridiculously cute and delightful to you... Just as most of the things he does are...
Yeah, you have to admit, the thought that a little bit of food would probably make Emmet happy may have been the reason the idea of getting something for everyone sparked in the first place.
Your thoughts get interrupted by the trains intercom springing to life. Ingos voice halls through your cabin.
“Dearest passengers and challengers of singles-battle line 8, we deeply regret to inform you that our train will come to a stop due to a blockage of the tracks. Please be so kind as to finish up your battles and remain seated in your wagons after. We are very sorry for the delay and 50 BP will be awarded to you for your troubles at the information desk after our stop. Thank you for choosing to battle with us today."
Just as announced the train starts to slow down, the scenery behind your window not rushing past you anymore, until it finally comes to a full stop.
You feel the electrical humm of the engine, which has become a pleasant white noise in your head, stop under your feet. At least you aren't standing in one of the tunnels. There are probably prettier places one could get stuck in but there are definetly worse.
And the company is nice.
Emmet reaches for his intercom in his coat.
"I am Emmet. Do you need assistance?"
You hear Ingos muffled voice ring trough the phone but can't make out what he's saying. "Yupp. I will. Nope. Yes. Thanks."
Your friend shuts the device off with a click and turns to you.
“A route 12 Incident."
You know he wants you to ask. He likes to be the one who teaches you about new things or brings you good news, which is why he tends to react with slight annoyance if his brother takes the opportunity first.
Usually you like playing it out a little just to see him squirm until you let him answer but you are honestly too curious this time around.
“Whats a route 12 Incident?"
“Snorlax on the tracks."
"....Pardon?"
“Snorlax on the tracks."
You look at Emmets face for any sign of him making a joke and find none.
“Oh god you are serious!"
"It happens a lot."
“You'd think the'd find a way to keep it from happening"
“Nothing we can do. Unless you carry a Pokeflute with you."
You laugh, shaking your head and overlooking Nimbasa city.
“No. The last time I touched a flute was... Oh my stars preschool? Aeons ago."
He chuckles, clearly amused at the mental image of a 5 year old you trying their damndest to keep a tune.
You sigh and check your phone. It's already past 4 pm and no way you are both gonna get out here before the sun sets.
Emmet seems less perturbed than you by this situation. You take note of his body language as he looks out the window. Lips slightly curved upwards, eyes relaxed, he's humming a tune you recognize as a top ten radio song from a year ago and his hands are interlaced, resting on his knees.
His left leg is thumping the floor something fierce.
When you first met him you thought this was a sign of restlessness, until you realized the circumstances he did that under, which was pretty often. You saw it when you first met him working at his desk and filling out paperwork, you saw him do it the first time you went out on lunch break with the twins and he excitedly told you about his newly hatched Joltiks, you saw him do it watching movies on the couch, on a bench at the park, at Elesas, watching galarian tournaments with you and getting drinks with Ingo and you after work.
Emmet is completly and utterly relaxed right now. Or at least until he looks at you again noticing your eyes on his leg.
The thumping stops, the last smack down sounding harsher and more pronounced in the empty cabin.
“I am sorry, did I say something?"
When you look back at Emmet the change in demeanor would be unnoticeable to most people.
You however aren't most people. Something about his posture has changed and his jaw has locked. If he clenched his teeth any harder they would probably fuse.
“I am Emmet. I am sorry."
“For the shaking? It doesn't bother me-"
LIts weird." he interrupts before You can even finish.
You mentally trace your steps to find out whether or not you may have come across as annoyed and the confusion on your face must be evident, because he explains
“It’s a bad habit. I will stop."
You shake your head and smile at him.
“Hey, I don't mind, it's not that-"
“No."
He interrupts, unusually forceful. The beams of the setting sun draws harsh shadows on his face that don't mix with his "friendly" expression.
You look down and realize that his previously relaxed hands are now balled into fists, scrunching up the fabric of his trousers. Everything about him screams
“I am tense. Please do not notice I am tense. Please just forget about it entirely."
You try to deflect the conversation as fast as possible, you don't quite know what you said that made Emmet so upset but you'd be dammned if you left him like that.
"... I'm sorry. I mean... Of course you can do what you want Emmet but... You don't have to worry about making me uncomfortable... I don't mind, I find it quite endearing in fact. I think It's charming!"
"Most people don't." Emmet replies, matter of factly.
“It makes me seem crazy."
“Hey now, People like you." You counter.
It's true, both Ingo and Emmet are well beloved within Nimbasa and Gear Station, both having almost approached unofficial mascot status for the city. The answer that follows is immediate and uncharacteristically forceful "No they don't."
You are stunned into silence for a second "What.... What do you mean?"
You watch the conductor lean back in his seat, fists still balled but no longer abusing the fabric of his pants, his shoulders are drooping and he looks out of the window, overlooking the setting sun over Nimbasa city.
"Is this still about the stimming?" You ask, you feel like there's something else here, something you don't quite know about yet
"...No." He replies after a second.
“The week was rough. It's getting to me." "....Do you want to talk about it?"
He stays silent for so long that you're convinced he's gonna drop the topic and shake his head:
“Thank you, but it's verrrry irrelevant."
But against all odds, he clears his throat and speaks.
"I know what people say." he continues, his gaze could almost seem wistful to anyone who doesn't know better.
You do though.
Emmet is tired.
“They think I don't. I do."
"People say: "Emmet is mean.", "Emmet is scary", " Emmet is the irresponsible one", "Emmet is crazy."
You stay silent, after all you can't deny it, people... Do say those things about Emmet. You just assumed he never let that get to him.
"They say things about Ingo too.
“Ingo is stiff.",
“Ingo doesn't know when to stop talking.", "Ingo is too sensitive.",
" Why doesn't Ingo ever smile?"
That makes it even worse."
His smile is turning thinner and he actually lets out a single exhale of what could have been a chuckle that didn't stem from amusement at all.
“We both don't get it right."
"...Do you really believe that?"
“Not always. Sometimes."
You both sit in silence for a minute, you being unsure about what to say but also not wanting your friend to stay alone in that headspace. When you speak you speak like you planned your response out clumsily but carefully, like it's a house of cards and your sweaty hands struggle to place another one without it all crumbling.
"... I mean... What does "getting it right" even mean really? It's not that there's anything wrong with doing things the way you do. Who makes the rules on what's normal anways?"
It might have not been the most inspired quote but Emmet turns to look at you again, before his eyes fall back to his hands once more, picking at some loose thread at the edge of his gloves.
"True. People do it anyways. They make judgements. Being too passionate about battling is weird. Working best with a specific schedule is weird."
You watch as the thread comes loose and Emmet keeps unraveling at it, wrapping it around the pointer finger of his other hand.
"Swinging your arms walking is weird. Speaking in monotone is weird. Being too direct and upsetting people is weird. Not Smiling is weird. Smiling too much is weird. Bouncing your leg when you're happy is weird." Emmet gives a short yank to the thread making it snap.
“I'm weird."
In the following silence you can hear another train just a bit further rushing past yours, the vibrations carrying over to your cabin and you struggle to find the rights words to say.
Is there even anything you can say?
As much as you hate to admit it to yourself, as much as you want to retort that it's not true, you know better and it actually hurts. You don't like the idea of people thinking like this about Emmet. You don't like the idea of anyone not seeing him as the same person you see him as. Emmet. Hardworking, stubborn, smart, honest, goofy, blunt, loveable Emmet.
"... I'm sorry." You say, because what else is there to say?
"Don't." He answers, almost like a reflex. "People can't help it. You get used to it."
You feel hot anger starting to run trough your veins
“You shouldn't HAVE to get used to it."
A giggle snaps you out of your thoughts and you look up to meet Emmets eyes again. "What?"
"It’s funny." He states, plainly, like you just told a joke and didn't notice.
“Elesa said that a long time ago too."
That catches your attention. You met the resident gym leader a few times now, her obviously being a dear friend of both of the twins and having known them for quite a lot longer than you did. He leans forward and you mirror his movement, not wanting to miss out on an good anecdote.
"When we just started out." He continues. "Depot Agents. Someone didn't like that Ingo wasn't smiling when he took their ticket. Sent in a complaint to the higher ups."
You inwardly cringe. Some people.
“We went out to eat that day. And Elesa got verrrrry mad when he told her.
“You learn how to live with it." Ingo said.
“You shouldn't HAVE to live with it." Elesa said.
She even wanted to come to the station.
So she could give them a piece of her mind. Verrry funny."
"See?" You jump in immediately, while Emmet is still reminiscing about the scene in his mind. "She gets it! She gets- " you gesticulate wildly at Emmet
"... Well, YOU. Both of you!"
You slump back down.
“I wish other people did as well." You only get an affirmative hum in response.
"... For what it's worth Emmet... I like you whether you're weird or not."
Now what kind of bullshit answer was that? You feel like you found an opening to put your foot in your mouth and instead went for the whole damn leg.
“It doesn't fix the problem." He admits, making you feel even more embarrassed for a second. "But it's nice. It's good to know that. You're nice."
You feel relief wash over you and you can't stop the smile from forming on your face when you see the conductors own finally looking completly relaxed and genuine again.
“Well... Its easy to be nice to you Emmet."
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The coffee is every bit as good as Emmet had claimed. You don't know if it's the actual blend or the side effect of just being glad to be out of a very claustrophobic environment, maybe it's just being in good company that makes this taste like the best coffee you ever had. You take a sip and exhale from your mouth, watching the steam puff up in the early autumn air. The barista is flirting with the lady that came in after you and you can see her Meowth stretch and turn on the counter.
“It’s good right?" Emmet asks behind his cup.
“Very." You agree, taking another sip.
“You need to take me here more often."
Emmet looks at you over the rim of his coffee with half lidded eyes like he's contemplating something .
His collar is a tad mussed up and now that he's not wearing his hat anymore you can see the wild cowlicks of his hair sticking out in all directions.
His smile is smaller now, content, almost sleepy and still noticeable but not nearly as wide as his usual customer service resting face. You like to think you are one of the few people who get to see this smile regularly.
A shame... It's one of his prettiest.
He puts his cup down.
"... You like me more than a friend right?" "Hm?"
His voice brings you out of your thoughts and you aren't sure you heard that right.
“You like me. Romantically." He states.
“Am I right?"
Once again his utter brashness takes you by surprise and you don't manage to answer quick enough for his liking apparently.
“I don't think I am wrong. But I need to know. Because I really like you."
He cocks his head to the side inquisitory
“Do you like me?"
You scramble to grab both his hands in yours "No! I mean, I- no you're not wrong."
You sputter, as though you need to get it out as quickly as possible or he won't believe you.
"I like you Emmet. I like you verrrry much."
A beat.
Then you groan out in frustration as Emmet starts to giggle hysterically.
"I am so sorry."
You let go of his hands to hide your face.
"I didn't do that on purpose , I am not trying to make fun of you I swear-"
you feel his hands pull both of yours from your face again and when you look at him again he's positively beaming with happiness.
“You are so cute."
“Stop."
“I am lucky. Verrrry Lucky"
“Emmet-"
“The sweetest person in Nimbasa city likes me verrrrry much."
“EMMET!"
You don't know how much more teasing your poor heart can take right now, your face too hot and burning with embarrassment .
“I am Emmet." He simply states, matter of factly. "I never lie."
“Oh shut uuuuup."
“You could get me to."
Oh what a clichee!
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes you have come to know and love, a glint that usually is followed by a very devastating attack or a witty retort, a glint that says that he knows he has already won.
Yeah, yeah you could get him to.
The angling is a bit awkward over the table, you having to get up from your seat a little and Emmet almost crossing half of it with his upper body just to meet you in the middle. But the kiss is oh so much sweeter for it. It's chaste and short, but Emmets lips are soft and as soon as you're gone he goes in for seconds and a third, only growing a little bit bolder on his last try and just giving you a hint of tongue before pulling away again. Something tells you that there are more to Emmets kisses than that. And something tells you that you're gonna find out about them soon enough.
Characters: Dandy (insert), Ivy (fankid), Wally and Home
Fandom: Welcome Home
Summary: A quiet night in the Darling household just before bed.
A small tapping pulled Wally away from his painting.
For a moment, he struggled to blink back into reality, his mind having been so focused on the colors and shapes he was building on the canvas that he had hardly moved for hours save for the back and forth of his brush. His gaze wandered over to the door of his studio, the wooden appendage waving at him before rapping against the frame again. This time with Wally's full attention.
He spelled out along with Home with each gentle knock, nodding in understanding. “Oh! Check on Dandy? Why? What's wrong?” Wally asked, his tone calm and lacking in urgency and yet he was already climbing off of his stool and setting his paints aside.
A few more taps came as Wally began cleaning his hands.
“Hm… They did, did they? Oh…” He responded, a small twinge of guilt coloring his tone as he realized just how long he let himself get lost in his work. He had left Dandy watching their son alone, though they had insisted they were fine and encouraged Wally to have some time to paint in some rare quiet, as silence itself was hard to come by with a young child.
And now, according to Home, Dandy had reached exhaustion.
As Wally ventured out of his studio and into the main living room of Home, his smile softened at the scene in front of him. Because, yes, Dandy had in fact fallen asleep while watching Ivy, their head propped up on one hand where they had clearly tried to sit at alert while their son played.
And that lack of supervision had not gone unnoticed. Ivy, sweet, curious, wonderful Ivy, had made quite a mess on the floor. Papers strewn about haphazardly across the floorboard, all adorned in various colorful drawings and kept company by plenty of toys Ivy had brought out from his room. A chaotic mess that Dandy usually would have tidied up almost as quickly as Ivy had made it.
A sigh left the painter as he stepped forward, the wood beneath him creaking to alert the little bundle of joy that he had been caught. Ivy's large eyes snapped up from where he sat just beside his slumbering parent, where he had begun gently stacking toys on top of Dandy's form just careful enough as to not wake them.
Ivy's brow crinkled as he met his father's gaze before shooting a glaring pout towards Home's watching window. “Tattletale.”
Home's hinges squeaked out a laugh, echoed by Wally as he swiftly crossed the room and scooped his small son into his arms. “Now now, Ivy. You know it's past your bedtime.” He soothed, shifting the small boy in his hold as Ivy began to squirm.
He had thought Ivy would calm down, but the boy was stubborn and had really wanted to play a while longer. After a few short seconds of Wally attempting not to drop his beloved son, he let out a small breath and felt his patience thin. “Ivy.”
The tone hadn't changed, his father never raised his voice, and yet Ivy went still when he sensed that Wally wasn't in the mood to play.
“Good. Now, let's get you to bed. I'll have to clean up your mess before your papa finds out you've been a little stinker.” His words were soft and warm as he gave his son a loving squeeze and a kiss into his hair before making his way to Ivy's bedroom to get the little guy ready for bed.
The guilt he felt for leaving Dandy to watch over Ivy alone still lingered, gnawing in the back of Wally's mind as he got his son into his pajamas and tucked him into bed.
“Dada, I'm not even tired…” Ivy complained, only for his protests to be softly hushed.
“Tired or not, it's bed time.” Wally reminded him, leaning in to give him another warm kiss onto his cheek before pulling away. “I love you very much. Sleep tight.”
Ivy huffed and kicked his feet under his covers, attempting to look as upset as he could even as a yawn cracked through his act. “I'm not tired…”
As Wally stepped back into the hallway, he caught one more glance at Ivy just as his tiny hands clutched onto his nearest stuffed animal and his big beautiful eyes began to flutter shut. It always made Wally's chest feel fuzzy when he watched his son fall asleep, relieved that he didn't inherit his father's sleepless habits. That his son got to dream with ease.
Making his way back to the living room, there was just one more member of his family to attend to. Dandy. Sweet and peaceful even with toys stacked across their shoulders and legs. As much as he should be more upset at Ivy, Wally couldn't help but chuckle at how silly it was to see his partner like this. This was only a sight that was the result of having a child, a blessing of joy.
A squeak from the cabinets from the kitchen pulled Wally's gaze away from Dandy, a small curious hum escaping him. “Yes? Oh. Right. Thank you Home. I almost forgot to clean…”
Couldn't have Dandy waking up to an unwelcome surprise in the morning. So, he worked slowly to clear the floor of debris, meticulously picking up and putting away each drawing Ivy had left and storing it away somewhere safe, just like he did with every drawing his son made. The toys were put on the table, to be placed back in Ivy's room in the morning.
When he was confident that he had the place looking a little more neat, Wally then turned his attention back to Dandy, who was still fast asleep. He hesitated to disturb them, his eyes drinking in the way their hair fluttered over their features and how their features were so relaxed compared to their usual tense anxiety.
But, sleeping on his chair would only leave them aching in the morning. And Wally couldn't have that.
Gingerly, Wally moved to scoop Dandy into his arms, lifting their weight with ease as he tried so very hard not to wake them. His body stilled as he felt the other puppet stir in his arms, watching for any signs that they were threatening to wake up fully.
Unluckily, Dandy's eyes fluttered. “Wally..?” They groaned out, blinking away the haze of sleep the best they could as they tried to process where they were. “Ivy… Is-”
“Already in bed.” Wally answered in a whisper to swiftly calm any panic that might rouse them more. “Everything is fine. Go back to sleep.”
He watched in amusement as Dandy almost seemed to doubt him, turning their head around to make extra sure there wasn't a child running around somewhere out of view before they reluctantly relaxed again. Their head rested on his shoulder and they let their eyes close once more. “Okay…thank you. Sorry I-”
“No.” He cut them off, nuzzling his mouth against their forehead to soothe their worry as he began the walk to their shared room. “No sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you alone all night.”
“I volunteered.” Dandy corrected him with a sleepy chuckle, their head moving to lean into his touch. “You haven't had time to paint as much lately.”
He hummed, not quite happy with himself still that he allowed Dandy to tire themselves out for his sake, but he decided to drop it for now and murmur his own thank you as he pushed through the door and settled Dandy back down into the soft sheets of their bed.
He'd decided he'd simply return the favor for them another time.
For now, he crawled into the covers, carefully wrapping his arms back around them to pull the other puppet close, letting their warmth seep into him. Dandy immediately snuggled in as their body melted once more and almost instantly they were asleep again. Wally smiled, a wave of familiar intense feelings that used to feel so scary to him settled uncomfortably inside his chest.
He used to not have a name for such a feeling, used to not understand why the sound of Dandy's breathing would make this feeling twist and gnaw at him. It was once so new and so painful it would make his hands shake and his mind reel.
Now, he recognized it. Welcomed it as a part of his home. And he let it take hold of him as he closed his eyes and focused on it. Drowning in the feeling as he clung to the very source that made him feel so very, very alive.
Summary: Robert leaves Nevermore to her own devices in a hero-centered souvenir shop
Ship: EmberMech (Robert Robertson III x Nevermore Grimes)
Word Count: 1,058
Warning: Suggestive dialogue
Notes: Shout out to the fact that I haven’t been able to finish a single piece for months and was suddenly possessed by this idea and wrote a lil one-shot in one night (The muses love taunting me) 😵💫
The gaudy lightning bolt and cape patterns in the scuffed linoleum kept to the theme of the rest of the store.
Today, our heroes found themselves in Harvey’s Hero Must-Haves, a small tourist-trap a little ways away from Torrance’s shoreline, packed from floor to ceiling with a vast array of superhero merchandise.
As Robert asked the cashier to borrow a phone charger, Nevermore walked by Equilibrium mini-fridges, Brainbook school supplies, and even almost tripped over a clearance rack of Phenomaman costumes before finding an entire aisle dedicated to the Mecha Man lineage.
Mugs and coasters were dedicated to Mecha Man Prime, Astral’s face adorned cookware and ashtrays, and there were action figures lining the shelves of all three… Mecha Men.
Nevermore giggled like a gremlin as she took hold of a Mecha Man Blue action figure and seated herself on the floor to examine it closer.
She figured it was well designed for a toy. Sure, it smoothed out some of the features Nevermore was familiar with—She found the smooth chin as opposed to his usual scratchy stubble almost jarring—but the overall model was mostly true to its inspiration.
Beside the toy’s boots, the box advertised a mech suit accessory that was sold separately.
“The economy’s in shambles,” Nevermore mumbled to no one in particular. “They’re pimping out your mech-”
As she adjusted her grip on the toy, her thumb pressed into its chest, and a pre-recorded voice crackled to life through the small speaker.
“My family kept Los Angeles safe for years. Now, evil answers to me.”
Nevermore’s mouth fell open. She was silent first, taking a moment to process what she just heard. The line must’ve been recorded from a past interview, and the sound quality was as grainy as one would expect a toy’s internal speaker to be, but the voice within was unmistakably Robert’s.
Amused laughter spilled out of her as she filled with the same bubbly feeling his voice always sent through her. The feeling of suddenly walking on air through calls as that same voice directed her course of action. The tingling in her fingers and the tips of her ears as that same voice whispered kind things to her with his arms wrapped around her. The sudden urge to kiss him as he was paragraphs deep into an explanation on coding programs that Nevermore had no hope of understanding.
She bit her thumbnail as she contemplated how much she loved that voice in all contexts she had the privilege of hearing it. And now, that fact led to her growing excited over a miniature plastic version of her boyfriend.
Nevermore quickly glanced around at the empty aisle before daring to press the doll’s chest again.
“I’m Mecha Man.”
“I can see that,” She laughed out. Surely, a child wanting a Mecha Man action figure wouldn’t be confused as to who the doll emulated. Children were young, not stupid… Right?
Nevermore clapped a hand over her mouth. Shit, that was hot.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?” The same voice found her ears again, but this time it wasn’t through a grainy speaker.
As Robert appeared at the end of the aisle, shoving his hands in the pockets of his brown Detroit jacket—one of the many garments Robert owned that Nevermore grew thoroughly acquainted with through occasional “borrowing”—the elemental yelped, her back hitting the aisle behind her and sending a blond wig tumbling onto her head.
Robert’s laughter floated through the air as Nevermore dragged the synthetic hair off of her own and tossed it aside.
“What?” Nevermore picked some straggling strands out from between the studs on the shoulders of her own jacket. “You never seen a grown ass woman play dollies before?”
Behind Robert, the cashier from the register folded their arms and scowled. “That’s not a ‘dollie’. That is a collector’s item. Mecha Fans come here from all over California to get their hands on that model.”
“Mecha Fans?” Nevermore impishly grinned up at Robert, whose freckled cheeks dusted a faint pink as he quickly turned away.
“Yeah,” The cashier continued, oblivious to Nevermore’s silent ribbing at Robert. “And if you drain the battery you’re paying for it.”
“Okay, okay, damn.” Nevermore raised her hands in surrender as she took to her feet. “I was just messin’.”
“Yeah, messing up my store.” The cashier turned and stormed off in a huff, unaware of Nevermore raising her middle finger at their back.
“Well,” Robert bent over to pick the neglected wig off of the floor before returning it to the wall of Blonde Blazer themed items behind her. “If you’re done playing with ‘collector’s items’—” Nevermore rolled her eyes. “—my phone’s charged and I can take us home.”
“Coolio,” Nevermore sounded more relieved than enthused. “I’ll meetcha up front, yeah?”
Robert nodded and walked off as Nevermore turned to return the action figure to its shelf.
But, as she set it down, another trinket caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and she grabbed it before following Robert to the cash register.
“Didn’t mean to get your panties in a twist,” Nevermore set the trinket down on the counter as the cashier folded their arms. “I just wanna buy this and then I’ll be out.”
Robert and the cashier looked down at the elemental’s pick—a navy blue dog collar with Mecha Man’s logo printed along the band. A gold tag dangled off the front in the same double ‘M’ shape.
“You have a pet?” The cashier asked as they rang it up.
“Uh, yeah, actually,” Robert answered. “A dog. His name’s Beef.”
For the first time since Nevermore first walked into the store, the cashier cracked a small smile. “Now that your phone’s charged, you should show me pictures.”
Robert mirrored the smile with a bashful curl of his own lips. “Maybe another time. Me and my girlfriend should really be-”
He trailed off mid-sentence as he and the cashier looked at Nevermore in horror.
Nevermore, who’d extended the collar to its widest size and just finished fastening it around her neck, frowned back at them. “Uhhh, what?”
The cashier’s smile dropped faster than it appeared. “Get the fuck out of my store.”
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Imagine getting dressed for the day and you f/o helping you get ready if you need it!
Imagine picking out cute clothes and your f/o showering you in cheesy but genuine compliments!!
Imagine you guys singing your favorite songs off-key in the car together as you drive there.
Imagine when you get there, they open the door for you and pull out your chair before you can.
Imagine them thinking about how cute you are as you place your order with the waitress.
Depending on where you went you guys could end up sharing a plate or bowl together!
Imagine your f/o eating the food you don't like off your plate (and vice versa) if they got you order wrong.
Maybe you guys spend some time walking around looking at the shops before going straight home. Imagine your f/o pulling you you to the side showing you a small plush they got from a claw machine.
Imagine your f/o surprising you by taking you to a dessert shop and letting you buy whatever you want! You could get cakes, ice cream, candies, whatever!
Alternatively imagine your f/o making you a home-cooked meal!
Maybe they let you help with the prep or they keep you out of the kitchen and set you up somewhere cozy where you can rest and watch.
Imagine them getting the smallest, most tiniest cut on their finger and them being all dramatic about it till you kiss it better.
Imagine them letting you taste the food their making. They value your input on anything they make and love hearing you talk.
Maybe they make food from their home country / place-of-origin or they choose a dish from your home country. Imagine how excited they would get when they see your reaction to how it came out.
If your f/o is canonically a chef--imagine them whipping out some fancy knife work just to impress you (Nikki).
Imagine doing that weird TV/ movie thing where you put frosting sauce on their face / nose and giggle about it...
Imagine them feeling proud of themself when you compliment their food. Imagine seeing them with a cheeky grin as you gobble down your food.
Imagine helping them bake a cake or pie or cheesecake for dessert. Imagine them sneaking and eating majority of the filling for the pie!
Imagine you two decorating the cake together. Maybe you throw on some fresh fruit or toss on some sprinkles!
Pro.ship/Com/Neutral + Zionists/m.spec lesbians/radinclus/transphobes DNI nobody likes u, starve! Do not repost my work at all.
