can you imagine Cisco having the God of Speed, or the God of Motion was it, curled up against him with his head in his lap just content to be there.



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can you imagine Cisco having the God of Speed, or the God of Motion was it, curled up against him with his head in his lap just content to be there.

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Girlsâ Night (Plus Klaus)
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy
Requested? Yes
Requested By: @savannaoddle
Fanfic where Klaus, Allison, and Vanya have girls night
âHave you noticed Klaus acting strange, lately?â
Allison looked up from the magazine she was reading, an immaculately groomed eyebrow pointed at Vanya. âWhat?â
It was a miracle that when they went back in time, Allisonâs throat and voice box got fixed. No oneâs entirely sure how.
âI donât think Klaus is as okay as he makes everyone believe,â Vanya said.
Since they had managed to stop the apocalypseâshe still wasnât sure how that was possibleâall the siblings had gotten closer, including Ben, who talked through Klaus. And though he kept his happy-go-lucky personality since he had gotten sober, Vanya couldnât help but think there was something troubling the man.
Allison glanced over to where Klaus and Ben, in his semi-corporeal form, were playing a hand clapping game. Ben stuffed up, and Klaus whooped with joy. She looked back at her sister. âAre you sure?â
Vanya nodded.
Allison closed her magazine and uncrossed her legs, leaning towards Vanya. âWell, what do you suggest we do? We canât outright ask him, heâll just brush us off.â
âHow about a girlsâ night?â
She looked at her sister in surprise. âYou want a girlsâ night? You?â
âItâs for Klaus, Allison,â Vanya explained. She looked over at the boy on the other side of the room. âI just want to see him happy. Heâs been through too much.â
Allison hummed in agreement. âOkay. Do you want to help plan or do you want me to do it all?â
âIâll help. Heâs my brother, too.â
ââââ
âWhere are you taking me?â Klaus asked, arms outstretched in front of him in case he bumped into anything, a blindfold covering his eyes.
âItâs a surprise,â Allison said, pulling him along by one of his wrists. Vanya was standing behind them, a smile on her face, glad to be apart of something for once.
âOoh, I love surprises.â
They entered Allisonâs room, as it was the biggest out of the three of them, and Vanya closed the door to the room before reaching up and taking the blindfold off Klaus. He blinked at the bright light, but gasped when he saw the room.
There was makeup and nail polish strewn across Allisonâs vanity, fairy lights put up around the room. A set of Klausâs pyjamas were lying on the bed, accompanied by Allisonâs and Vanyaâs, and scrapbooks they could fill out however they wanted, and her closet was wide open, her clothes ready to be used for dress-up.
âGirlsâ night!â the two girls shouted, doing jazz hands at Klaus.
He looked at the two of them as Vanya took her place next to Allison, grins on both of their faces. âFor me?â
âWe noticed you werenât okay,â Vanya said, âso we thought weâd cheer you up.â
Klaus said nothing. He reached towards his two sisters and hugged them both.
âThank you,â he whispered into their ears.
Vanya hugged him back. It was nice to see her siblings being happy.
Tagging: @savannaoddle @sleepytimefocc @candyflossclouds
Masterlist
200 writing prompts // Henry Bowers x Reader
request: can u do a henry imagine with 73, 47, 162 and 194?
73. âOh, are you ticklish?â
47. âYouâre cute when youâre angry.â
162. âMake me.â
194. âGood boy.â
A/N: thank you @sociopathicpiglet for the request ;) hope you enjoy this lil bit of fic! (based on the prompts found here)
The best times youâd have with Henry were when you were alone together. Strangely, theyâd always be calmer times, without Henry trying to look cool for the guys or any parents keeping a constant eye on you. Laying on his bed one afternoon after school, you listened to his heartbeat, head laying on his chest as the two of you closed your eyes.
âCanât fucking stand Mrs. Braxton." Henry murmured. You snorted.
âJust cuz youâre bad at anatomy doesnât mean sheâs a bad teacher.â
âDoesnât mean sheâs a good one, either.â
You lifted your head and looked at him with a narrowed-eye smile.
âThat last test was so easy. All you had to do was label the stomach.â
âYeah, fuck that. Iâm best at the bones.â
You rolled your eyes.
âWhat, you didnât know where the spleen was?â You joked, poking him where it was located. He immediately jumped, putting his hand where youâd poked.
âFuck off.â He chuckled, and you gasped.Â
âOh, are you ticklish?â
Henry shook his head, moving quickly away from you.
âIâm not. Get away.â
His words only enticed you, and you continued moving towards him as he continuously backed up until hitting the wall behind him.
âYouâre cornered, Bowers.â You teased, and he put his hands up to stop you.Â
âThis wonât end well for you.â He said, eyebrows raised. âDonât fucking do it.â
Only a single moment passed before you tackled him, grabbing his sides and poking him repeatedly, forcing him into a fit of giggles he tried desperately to suppress, resulting in odd squeaks that made you laugh in turn.
The very second you let up, he flipped you onto your back and grabbed your wrists, securing them at the sides of your head. He sat on your legs, keeping you wholly immobilized.
âKnock it off.â He sternly warned, and you beamed up at him.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre angry.â
Thatâs all you had to say to push him over the edge. Though you knew he was ticklish, he didnât question whether you were or not - up until right then.
In a frenzy he began to tickle you back, and you were simply no match. You erupted into laughter, trying your hardest to fend him off but continually failing.
âStop! Henry, fuck, stop, stop!â You laughed, tears forming in your eyes. He didnât let up, but instead turned from angry to entirely amused.
âMess with the bull, you get the horns.â He joked, squeezing your sides hard, fingers moving quickly from your stomach to your neck.
You could barely breathe. You finally managed to hold his hands back, and you looked up at him once more, this time with a pleading expression.
âKnock it off.â You wheezed. He grinned down at you.
âMake me.â
Though the two of you werenât completely matched in strength, you had all the tools necessary to overpower him.
âOkay.â You replied with a grin, grabbing the bottom of your shirt with crossed arms and pulling it over your head. Throwing it off the bed to the floor beside you, you could already see his expression shift from valiant to shaken.
You promptly leaned up and gently kissed his neck, forging a trail of kisses down his chest. Within seconds he pulled off his own shirt, his breathing slowing drastically. You leaned up and kissed his lips gently, with more and more force each time. Henryâs body relaxed against you.
As he turned into putty before your very eyes, you pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him, smiling victoriously.
âGood boy.â You teased.Â
He rolled his eyes at you with a sleepy smile.
âYou cheated.â He murmured.
Beyoncé did this. Just take it.
Youâre a stripper. A damn good one. But he wants more than that.
âââââââââ
Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobodyâs business...
His breath on the back of your neck made your skin shudder as his hands found their way skimming the contours of your hips and thighs. Normally they werenât allowed to touch, but for him you made the exception.
You always made the exception.
That devilish grin and the way you saw the fabric of his shirt stretch over the muscle in his biceps made it hard for you to say no. He was handsome, always dappered down in deep blue hues and black dress shoes. Yet he was respectful, knowing the rules and adhering to them - at first.
But when heâd found you one day on your day off, book in hand at the cafe a few blocks away from work, you found he was quite charming. Comfortable conversation carried in small laughs, cups of coffee, fresh cheesecake and stolen glances. His eyes shone of confidence with an interesting tinge of mystery. He was compelling the way heâd talk about work (he was a lawyer), or how heâd describe his brothers (there were five!) and you didnât miss the light in his eyes when youâd tell him little things about your life.
College was difficult, and your bills wouldnât pay themselves. Youâd tried your hand at anything you could apply for, but when the phone never rang, your desperation increased. It wasnât a perfect job and your sleep schedule was completely unstable, but it was what paid. You were thankful it wasnât as sleazy as you feared. Knowing all of what he did, it wasnât a surprise that he showed up more often during your shift. The wad of cash he handed to your boss each time was enough to keep envious eyes away from you spending time alone with only one man.
It was different with him.
You shed the skin of your work persona and settled comfortably into that gentle smile and airy feeling you had when he was around.
And when the deep bass of the music matched in time with your currently rolling hips, you felt unalike anything else. You spread your legs, allowing your back to arch and your ass to slide over his lap in small circles. His touch felt electric, pricking your skin in short bursts as he moved with your grinding.
This wasnât for money. This wasnât for approval. This wasnât because you were beautiful, or sexy, or even a great dancer.
It was just because.
The two of you had connected, you both knew it, and this...this was just part of it.
So when you felt lips on your shoulder and the soft slide of his hand down your thigh, you moaned. He made you feel this way and he needed to know it. This spark he started in you - you needed him to fully ignite it.
The nibble on your earlobe that followed after youâd wrapped your arm around his neck wasnât nearly as enticing as the sound of his voice purring,
âCome home with me.â
Your hips ceased their sensual dance against him as you slowly turned to face him. Eyes searching his own, you needed reassurance that this was more than just scratching the surface - that you wanted more than just to be under him, back arched and lost to ecstasy.
You needed solidarity.
You needed to be sure that those coffee dates and conversations that pushed work to the farthest corners of your mind were for a grander reason than this.
His hand gently grasped your own as he brushed his lips against your knuckles.
âCome home with me,â he repeated.
Sincerity stared back at you. Those dark eyes were steady in their glance and you felt clarity.
Hands combed gently through his thick black hair as you leaned forward and kissed him. Passion poured from your lips, desperate to give him a glimpse of the emotions that swelled in you. Teeth and tongue clashed in the fray of your kiss, and you found yourself needing to pull back, your breath literally stolen from you.
You flashed him the same smile he was accustomed to as you uttered one phrase before taking him for another kiss,
âYes.â
Contribution to the Fandom
An attempt at fluff, for the sake of @incorrectprinxietyquotesâs sanity!
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Everyone gets sick, and thereâs nothing you can do, but take medicine and sleep it off, usually. Of all of the Sanderâs Sides, Anxiety was the one who was sick the most. Which was understandable. The darker trait rarely went outside and usually huddled away in his room until summoned for Thomas;s Snader Sides vlogs he did for YouTube.Â
As of late, Anxiety didnât really work his job, because of the illness and the neglected feelings he had begun to harbor after the latest Sander Sides video. Thrown away, trashed and practically disowned for being himself, Anxiety reclused into his room once more.Â
After several days of being trapped, Morality began to worry. Normally, loud, pulsing music could be heard from Anxietyâs room, but now it was quiet, something that disturbed the Fatherly-figure of the four sides. He finally had teh gall to approach Anxeityâs room and knock.Â
âHey kiddo, you okay?â Morality asked.
âGo away.â Came the weak reply, followed by coughing. Alarmed and worried, Morality disreagrded Anxietyâs commands and entered the dark room. Black coated the walls, along with very punk bands like My Chemical Romance, Sleeping with Sirens and some older bands. On the bed sat the trait, huddled and wrapped in sheets and blankets.
âI said go away, Morality.â Anxiety said, his voice faint but slightly stronger than it was when Morality first entered.
âIâm aware, but those coughs say come in.â Morality said, before taking on his fatherly duties and checking Anxietyâs temperature.Â
âIâm fine. Donât you have Dad Jokes to annoy Logan with?â Anxietyâs temper flared briefly.
âLoganâs busy helping Thomas and Roman with the next video. So, my afternoon is all free to help you, get better.â Morality said, before formally checking ANxietyâs temperature. âAh, well it seems you do have a slight cold. Probably from holing up in here. Why donât we go downstairs and Iâll make you some soup!â Morality said, a cheerful smile crossing his features.Â
Knowing better than to argue, Anxeity grabbed a black blanket and followed Morality down stairs into their living room.Â
âYou sit on the couch and Iâll get some Chicken Noodle soup, and we can watch whatever you want!â Morality cheered. Anxeity gave in and curled up on the couch, and began flicking trough the channels on the TV, before settling on La La Land, which was currently running.Â

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