Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)
Word Count: 4,719
Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol
A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!
You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.
You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.
As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.
You were Lin-Manuel.
Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.
So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3
“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you
to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French
maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped
fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not
dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the
middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and
no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.
“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.
“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t
listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.
“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing
you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on
“No sir.” You chirped lightly.
“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your
privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his
eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the
past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door
walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank
top and a beanie.
“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.
“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We
both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit
to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling
Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked
at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping
anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was
for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.
“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be
cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.
“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping
your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed
the usual playful male down.
“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I
will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He
praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his
nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust
the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard
for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men
behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were
walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the
door and plopping face first on your bed.
It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you
and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and
you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust
but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all
kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your
room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals.
Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they
had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was
torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other
they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you
felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour
they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you
do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts
only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down
your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.
The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more
like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off
your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid
outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your
mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little
ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that
you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into
the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying
his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you
walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it
across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you
bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes
touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a
slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing
you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.
“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip
making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw
“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while.
Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in
front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over. He had fucking missed your body everything
about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he
pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he
knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.
“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I
got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after
sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting
a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok
reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling
in his eyes making your body tremble.
“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath
through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until
you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.
“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to
me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was
dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.
That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to
both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things
‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the
floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned
the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against
Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to
be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it
and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was
bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting
everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling
as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who
were having a shouting match.
“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something
else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.
“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a
hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”
“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to
learn her place!”
“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that
lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open
for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving
kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.
“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable
but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your
legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply.
You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards
their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every
step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the
door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the
room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his
“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you
perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink
“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking
rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If
you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing
you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is
after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch
us.” Namjoon sighed softly.
“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this
week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t
believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and
you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the
only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your
cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a
question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought
you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and
taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled
stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes
down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front
of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t
allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands
trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a
white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in
front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs
pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.
“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo
your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up
behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was
secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands
together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He
kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear
gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt
and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the
camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was
angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and
moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt
some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to
sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.
“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I
want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into
your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with
bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and
you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every
inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath
away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours
marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his
tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly
shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your
mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it
with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His
other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to
massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with
goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand
down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to
the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he
looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were
in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your
ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you
want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his
long fingers up and down your parted thighs.
Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands
drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because
of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly
started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them.
Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your
clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to
always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just
wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid
your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your
breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction.
Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping
from your throat.
“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why
would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you
until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower
lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how
needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok
could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just
wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.
“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going
to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.”
Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to
clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of
your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He
marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling
of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against
the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue
licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the
jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave
whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your
pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon
crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell
open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues
to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your
breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his
first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon
took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls.
Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more
“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you
called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for
you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue
all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He
bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the
crook of your neck.
“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon?
He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped
around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok
chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in
with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly
against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash
around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you
ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still
sensitive from the oral.
“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he
pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his
head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok
took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him. Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes
locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands
going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft.
Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying
himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your
lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you
down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found
yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your
stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt
you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just
kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself
inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to
give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He
bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for
Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his
slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned
his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your
cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain
so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to
you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him
you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment.
Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside
of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to
circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet
words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to
move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying
down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around
both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon
pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at
the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting,
different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for
sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes
drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they
silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening
around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon
went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as
hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing
and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a
yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to
spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot
coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he
loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward
to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it
was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give
into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up.
Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried
you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting
Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your
chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon
soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out
from contentment and exhaustion.
Prince is quite timid and he’s not a very daring individual. Due to his trauma history,
he’s not very into thrill seeking. As a result, he will absolutely refuse to go
on all the high velocity, topsy-turvy rides that you might want to go on. Therefore,
you usually end up on those rides by yourself, and when you step off with your
face green from being thrown around on the ride you’ve just been on- Noctis is
waiting for you with a smug smirk on his face and his arms ready to steady your
dizzy self. Noctis will not say no to the going on the teacups, or the ferris
wheel. Oh, and the flying swings- Noctis loves
those. Those make him feel like he’s floating pleasantly. Noctis is the type of
guy who will try to win you stuff at every little game stall, fail at most of
them, grumble, and then move onto the next one. When Noctis finally does win
you something, it’s something small… and not that aesthetically pleasing but… he’s so proud of it when he presents it to
you. So you take it, shove it in your back pack, give Noctis a kiss on the
cheek and divert his attention to the nearest buttered corn and lemonade stall.
Works every time.
Prompto: This guy’s
that person who takes his expensive ass camera onto every single ride he goes
on. Even if he’s hanging upside down and screaming his lungs off beside you, he
will take photographs from the unique angle- because where else is he ever going to get an opportunity to take such
a scenic shot?! Prompto will drag you onto all the rides, and he will cry
on every single one of them. He’s not even going to deny crying, but he’s just
that #yolo type of guy. He’s going try everything at least once. He’s an
absolute beast on the shooting games, and you have those amazing huge
tonberries, moogles and chocobos in your home to prove it. Prompto is actually so good that he’s not allowed to play at
the stalls more than once. Prompto will try ALL of the carnival food. Wait,
correction: he will try all the SWEET carnival food. Caramel corn is his
favourite- and he really enjoys the fresh red lemonade. This man will crash
hard towards the end of the day, and his head will kind of loll onto your
shoulder while the two of you are winding down for the day, looking at the
carnival from overhead on the ferris wheel.
Gladio: He’s not
one who cares much for carnivals. He doesn’t really enjoy the rides, he isn’t
too fond of the food (but he does like to look for his favourite homemade
cookie stall and buy a few cookies to consume during the day) and he doesn’t
quite have the patience for the carnival games. But he loves watching you struggle at your games, because you make this
cute little face where your nose scrunches up and your bottom lip sticks out in
an obvious pout of concentration. Gladio finds it adorable. It’s probably the
only reason why he agrees to come along with you to the carnival. One thing
that Gladio does really enjoy is the animal enclosures and the animal judging
shows. Not that he knows what’s going on- like, doesn’t that winning cow look
the same as all the other cows? And doesn’t the horse have the swishier tail?
Why did that other pleb horse win? Still- Gladio enjoys his time at the
carnival with you in his own way and… his running commentary on the animal
judging contests are pretty funny. If you really want to have a laugh though,
take him to the farm fashion quarter of the carnival… he’ll try on all the
hats, all the fur coats and all the leather stuff. And he will pose for you,
just to see your beautiful, mirthful smile.
Ignis: The Royal
Advisor is at the carnival for the food. Ignis loves street food- it’s his
guilty pleasure. So when the carnival rolls on by, you’re actually not the one
who has to ask to go. Ignis is the one who approaches you, with an itinerary planned
for what he is going to eat and when he is going to eat it. Ignis Scientia
gains weight at these carnivals. He lets loose. Honestly, he becomes a
different person. You worry for him a little when the carnival drops by town. “Ignis,
that’s enough of the buttered, fried cheese stick!” “Oh darling, live a little.”
Yeah. Yeah. The carnival brings out
Ignis’ #yolo moments. Ignis will ALWAYS complete the hottest chilli eating
competition. He sweats bullets, and his face goes adorably red for three hours
after- but he always does it. You
can’t stop him from doing it either- Ignis insists that it has become a
tradition for him to do it. Ignis will have you try a bite of everything he
tries. So go to the carnival with him on an empty stomach. Ignis enjoys taking
you into the haunted house rides, because he likes it when you cling to him. He
will never admit this though- he likes to protect you, but he knows that you’re
not the type to want to constantly be held, coddled and protected. But during
those horror rides… you’re all over Ignis, and this is his favourite thing ever about the
carnival…EVEN BETTER THAN HIS PRECIOUS FOOD! Mmmm, recipehhh.
A/N: To all my lovely followers, and supporters, thank you so much for the love and patience you have given me thus far. Also, stay tuned cause I got some great fics in the making! Love You!! Always Keep Fighting!
Living with the Avengers was everything you expected it to be and more. It was great to finally have a family of your own, a big, dysfunctional superhuman powered family. For far too long you were on your own, jumping from place to place, running from people who wanted to catch you and utilize your powers. When you had first arrived at the tower you were violent and scared. Tony was trying to make you feel better by showing you the Iron Man suit but thinking he was trying to knock you out you manipulated the air around you to throw him across the room. For the next two weeks, Tony was made fun of by the rest of the Avengers about how the ‘baby’ of the team knocked him out without breaking a sweat.
Steve turned into your mentor/father figure. He trained you at hand to hand combat, making sure you were always staying sharp. He was also the one that knew instantly if something was wrong with you, and wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were better.
Bruce and Nat took turns being the big momma. All you had to do was sneeze once, and Bruce would force you into the lab, running every test, he could think of. He wouldn’t let you out until he was sure that you were okay. In his defense, because you could control the five elements of nature if you were to get sick you could lose control, causing minor or major natural disasters. Nat helped you perfect your interrogation and persuasion skills. She taught you how to read people, as well her own technique of hand to hand combat. She showed you the strong points that all woman had and how to use it to your advantage.
Tony, well Tony was Tony. He joked around with you, but in a way, that made Steve shake his head. Tony once threw a knife at you when you stumbled into the kitchen early morning, to ‘check how sharp’ you were. Thankfully Bucky caught the knife before it did any harm to you, and as payback, you didn’t speak to him for a week. At first, he brushed it off that he didn’t care, and that it gave him more time to talk. However, after two days of you not responding to him, he was on his knees begging for you to talk to him.
Bucky and Sam were the arguing older brothers of the family. You had to referee so many of their arguments and push them apart when things got heated. Deep down you knew the two idiots loved and cared for each other, but were too stubborn and manly to admit to it. Occasionally when you felt down about a mission or something from your past got dragged back up you would go to where the two of them were. Knowing no other way to cheer you up, they would start arguing about the most ridiculous of things, effectively getting a laugh out of you.
Clint was the one to take you out to normal activities. He would take you to carnivals, movies, and even took you out shopping. Once you showed interest in his bow and arrow he trained you, pushed you to the best shot he could make you out to be.
Wanda and Vision were the ones who helped you control your power. Vision helped with the ‘technical’ bits of your power while Wanda helped you control your emotions.
Wanda and Nat also doubled as your girlfriends, gossiping, giggling and taking care of each other. Nat would talk for hours on end about how great Bruce was, and then proceed to deny that she was not in love with him. You knew that Wanda had an eye for Vision but kept it to herself because she didn’t want to ruin what they had. Both would berate you about who you had a crush on but see as how you saw everyone in the tower as family and you didn’t go out very often, coming across people of the opposite gender your age was difficult.
You had just come back from a week-long mission with Tony, and Steve. Everyone knew that that meant you spent a week being bossed around by Steve and as the bud of Tony’s jokes. Since the mission was in Khalistan your sleep schedule was completely out of whack, you tried to stay awake in the morning but failed miserably. Tony took it upon himself to help you out by squirting a water gun at you, pinch you or blow a horn at you when you would doze off during the day.
Today, Pepper who had been visiting took pity on your situation and forced Tony to go out with her.
Sighing a breath of relief at the peace and quiet that surrounded you, you stepped into the kitchen opting to bake a cake. Baking always soothed you, plus it was sure to keep you awake.
The wonderful scent of chocolate filled the entire kitchen as the cake was baking in the oven. Smiling and humming a silly tune, you pulled out the cake, and set out the ingredients for your favorite part decorating. You were looking around for the frosting (Steve hid it after finding you passed out on the couch with an empty can of frosting in your hand), when there was a loud crash followed by the voices of Bucky, Sam and a guy you couldn’t place. Suddenly the doors of the common room swung open with such force that you were surprised it didn’t fall off, Sam in his Falcon suit soared through the room, Bucky hot on his tail, both running away from something. You were a still panicked, thinking the worst, that someone had infiltrated the compound but the fire in your heart was doused as you see Sam and Bucky sporting a smile.
“You idiots want to take it outside?” you grunted, dismayed that the peace and quiet you were enjoying was disrupted.
“No!” they both screamed at the same time. As you groaned and got ready to throw them out the side of the building with your powers, something sticky shot out, pulling Sam and wrapping him up on the ground.
“What th-,” before you had a chance to finish the question, the cake you had worked so hard on was shot and to your horror, it smashed on to Bucky’s face.
“Still think I’m a little kid?” the guy asked, he looked to be about your age with brown hair and matching chocolate brown eyes. Had you met him under other circumstances you would have found him attractive, but right now you were blinded by rage.
“Yes, I do,” Bucky grumbled, wiping the cake off his face and swung at the kid with his flesh arm but brown- eyes was too fast and dodged the punch, grabbing the flour that was left from your baking, showering Bucky and Sam with it.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!” Tony yelled as his eyes took in the whole situation. You had to admit, the sight was hilarious, Bucky had cake slowly falling from his hair, while Sam was rolling on the floor to escape the sticky stuff, both doused in white flour, giving them a ghostly look. But your thoughts were immediately taken back to your beautiful cake, now smeared on the wall, and you didn’t even have the chance to decorate it yet. The frustration of not finishing the cake, added in the lack of sleep, made you lose all self-control. Manipulating the air around you to produce water, you showered brow-eyes, Bucky and Sam, but before anyone could react you grabbed the dirt from the plants around you, and sprayed it on all of them, including Tony.
The rest of the Avengers crew, who were out training, walked in on the scene stunned, their eyes moving from you to the boys. Nat was the first to burst out laughing soon to be followed by Wanda and Clint. “What happened in here?” Steve asked trying to keep a straight face but failing.
“What happened is that Bionic Arm, Bird- Brain, and Brown- Eyes decided to behave like little children, and ruin the cake I was working 2 hours to make. I didn’t even get to decorate it yet,” you say, sounding a lot more upset than you thought you were.
“And me?” Tony asked wiping the dirt off his face.
“Oh, that’s for ‘helping’ me by shooting me with water every time I tried to take a nap,” you retort.
“I’m sorry,” Brown-eyes apologized, he looked genuinely sorry for his actions as well as a little terrified of what else you would do, making you feel a bit better.
“Well, I’m gonna take a nap,” you say as you start to walk towards the elevators. “Oh and brown-eyes,” turning to face the attractive boy, “I expect a cake when I wake up, or I’ll do a lot worse than this.”
No one had dared to wake you up from your sleep, and when you did wake you felt fresh, rejuvenated and extremely happy, that is until your stomach started grumbling. Walking to the kitchen for some reason your thoughts were on the cute chocolate brown eyes. It hadn’t taken you long to make the connection that he was probably the Spider-ling that the media had been raving about for a couple of weeks now. He single-handedly brought down the crime rates in all of New York but what caught you by surprise was how young he was, and how attractive, but you would keep that to yourself for now. With your thoughts firing a mile a minute you walked into the kitchen in no time at all, the sight that greeted you made you burst into laughter. It seems that brown- eyes really did feel bad for ruining your cake, because he was trying to make the cake that you had made, with Bucky and Sam ‘helping’ by sitting on the counter and yelling de-constructive criticism at him.
“Come on kid! You can’t even read a recipe correctly? How are you gonna be one of us?” Bucky grunted stealing a couple of chocolate chips from the ingredients Brown- eyes set out, Sam smirked at this.
“I don’t think Brown- eyes wants to be a moron you two,” you sass making your presence known. Brown- eyes looked at you wide- eyed, he almost dropped the bowls in his hands. “Get out of my kitchen,” you shooed Bucky and Sam out.
“Hey this is a communal kitchen, you can’t kick us out,” Sam protested.
“You’re right, I can’t but I can splash you with water and dirt again, and this time in front of that receptionist you’ve been flirting with,” you warned, Sam, scurried out as fast as humanly possible. “Now, you,” you turned to Brown- eyes, and he gulped. Laughing you take the bowls from his hands and set it on the counter, checking out how far along he was on baking the cake. “You can stop an armed robbery, but you can’t bake a simple cake,” he chuckled a little at that. “Come on, you know what they say four hands are better than two!” you exclaimed.
“Who says that?” he asked curiously.
“ME, to anyone who’ll listen, every time I have to clean,” you replied with a straight face, “It never seems to catch on though.” He laughs at that and looks more comfortable in your presence.
After about an hour or so of following the recipe, occasionally “accidentally” bumping into each other, and stealing chocolate chips off the bowl when Brown- eyes wasn’t looking, the cake was finally finished. In the middle of decorating you noticed that Brown- eyes had a bit of frosting on his cheek, “Hey Brown- eyes, you got a little something on your cheek,” you point out. He tried to get it off but just made it worse, “Here,” you reach over and wipe his cheek, only your hand had frosting on it, you smeared it all over his face.
“Did you just do what I think you just did?” he asks standing up straight ever so slowly.
“Um, it was an accident,” you giggled backing away from him who was advancing towards you. When he plunged his hand into the frosting on the counter you made a break for it. “Brown- eyes I swear it was an ACCIDENT!!!” you screamed repeatedly.
“COME HERE THEN! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF!” he screamed while running after you. He was considerably taller than you meaning he caught up to you pretty fast before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist with one arm and twirled you around, smearing pink frosting all over your face. In the process of fighting his grip of you, he lost momentum which made you fall to the ground with Brown- eyes in tow. Once the laughing subsided you both noticed the compromising position you were in, without hesitation your lips met and shared a sweet kiss.
“It’s Peter Parker, by the way,” he said leaning his forehead to yours.
“Eh, I like Brown- eyes better,” you replied and pulled his lips down to yours, smiling into the kiss.
“You think they’ll mind if we take the cake?” Sam whispered to Bucky who was looking at the chocolate cake like predator to prey. Bucky focus went to Peter and you, who were in the middle of a heated make- out session.
“I think they’ve had enough sweets for one day, look at them they look like they’re eating each other’s faces,” Bucky replied in slight disgust and amusement. He swiftly grabbed the cake and snuck out of the kitchen, not before taking a picture of the scene before him to use as leverage for later.
Since it's Valentines day tomorrow, how about what the chocobros would do with/for their s/o. Could be SFW or NSFW
Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you all like it! I’m gonna make a full story out of all of these soon! I DID THIS IN BETWEEN CLASSES AND IN SHORT STUDY BREAKS. I WAS DYING. THIRST IS SUPER REAL.
He’ll take you to the carnival and even win you a bunch of prizes!!! (After A LOT of tries)
Dinner consist of cotton candy and a bunch of carnival food (Yeah, that’s right, Prompto loves his carnival food)
He’s going ti keep taking candid pictures of you like one moment you’re both laughing at something someone said laughing and the next thing you know you hear a ‘snap’ and he has his camera pointed at you.
“What was that for?”
“Nothing. You just look so… beautiful.” You don’t know who’s redder when he finishes saying this, you or him.
He’ll bring you home but he’ll want to get off the bus early so he can have more time with you.
Once he drops you off at your place, he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead then leave in the slowest pace known to mankind.
You watch him walk away from the doorway and when you call his name, his head snaps in your direction.
“Wanna stay the night?”
You’ve never seen him run so fast in your entire life, he practically knocks the door out of its hinges.
He’ll take you camping on a cliff overlooking Insomnia (Yep, THAT cliff)
He kidnaps you from work by saying “Official Crown Business” and it works. Mainly because no one wants to contest the claims of an Amicitia (Or it could be because everyone’s scared terrified of Gladio)
He blindfolds you the entire way going there and mind you, IT’S A PRETTY LONG DRIVE.
“Gladio, the inner part of my thigh is not the wheel. Hands off.”
“Great, can I take my blindfold off?”
OHHH BOY. That’s gonna happen quite a few times and by the time you get to the cliff, you’re gonna have a lot of bruises.
When you (finally) get there, he asks you to wait in the car and to promise not to take the blindfold off.
A few minutes later he helps you out of the car and asks you to take the blindfold off
A tent’s pitched up in the middle, blankets and pillows are sprawled near the edge of the cliff, and CANDLES. EVERYWHERE.
Who knew he could be such a romantic????
“Wait. I’m in the woods in my office clothes, you couldn’t have let me change first?”
“Don’t bother. You won’t need any clothes tonight.” He winks and SIX IT TAKES ALL YOUR WILLPOWER TO NOT LOSE ALL YOUR CLOTHES RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
He’ll cook a nice dinner for the two of you and he even gives you a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
He managed to “borrow” a projector from the Citadel so you guys can watch movies on the wall.
Don’t worry, before the night ends he’s gonna have you up against that wall moaning his name.
Best. Meal. Ever.
You guys watch the movie on his couch and the cuddling begins.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out tonight” boom your heart shatters because you hear the pain in his voice and you know that he would’ve wanted a more romantic evening but work has got him swamped.
“Iggy, this is perfect.”
“Actually, it’s King’s Knight.” …… Iggy plays King’s Knight??????
“Do you want to play a game?”
“Get ready to have your ass handed to you, Ignis Scientia.”
You guys play all night long and neither of you have had this much fun in so long, you both needed this break away from work. You both needed this time to be with each other.
“Hey what are we having for dessert? You never served it.”
“Oh wanna hear about dessert? It’s you.” He gets a can of whipped cream from the fridge and a bowl of melted chocolate from the microwave.
He doesn’t really believe in Valentine’s day but he buys into it for you.
He has an elaborate night planned for the both of you and he even picks you up from your place in his car. (Which is amazing because he doesn’t really drive)
You’re both dressed formally for a night at the fanciest places in Insomnia.
Dinner at the best restaurant in Insomnia? Opera? Drinks at the rooftop of the Citadel? A dream come true for any girl.
“Hey Prince Noctis, how about you let me show you around Insomnia plebs style?”
He looks at you incredulously but then he says “Why not?” and just like that you guys ditch the fancy night.
You and him end up having dinner in a rundown diner in your formalwear. (Your gown now doubled as a mop)
Who needs the opera for entertainment when you can skip stones at the lake?
The view from the top of the Citadel is breathtaking? Okay, let’s go for a walk in the park. Wait! Let me take off my heels!
“No, Noct, get off that bench—I will not dance with you on top of that bench!”
You end up dancing with him on top of the bench. Barefoot.
“We look like idiots”
“I don’t care” you see him smile, a genuine smile, and it’s absolutely priceless.
Either of you don’t want the night to end but it’s getting late and you’re both plastered with sweat and mud so he drives you home.
When the goodnight kisses and I love yous have been said, you say one more thing…
“Stay the night?”
And he says yes.
King Regis doesn’t even ask where Noct is because he knows that you guys are probably together MAKING HEIRS. WAT???? (He was right)
hi! i'm curious who/what pierrot is? and what sorta is the project ur doin with him?? they're real cute
For the project, I’m doing doodles of 200 variations of Pierrot’s costume (most of them based on real costumes, illustrations, dolls that I’ve found) and as for who Pierrot is…
Once upon a time, Italian improv troupes roamed around giving comedic open-air performances that exploited the character tropes of the day (servants, masters, officers etc) and it was called ✧ COMMEDIA DELL’ARTE ✧