-Even though he can’t use his fire anymore, he’s still cautious and worried about hurting his s/o
-Cold? you now have your own personal heater
-Absolute best for winter cuddling
-He’s extremely smart and loves telling you little facts
-If you ever wanted to learn another language or 30, he’s your guy, very patient too and gives you kisses are rewards
-Did someone say heated massages?
-He’s gone so long without physical contact or much kindness at all, please love him
-Really clingy and cuddly in the mornings
-Chuckles if you don’t want to get up
anytime a cute female needs work done at the shop and doesn’t have the Gil or would just like an alternative option, Cindy offers for them to spend a little Quality Time with her and the tab be settled [Cindy has more experiences under her tool belt than Gladio and Ignis’ admirers combined]
On one less than eventful day at the Xavier mansion, Peter finds a fidget spinner laying on one of the small decorative tables. Looking around, Peter doesn’t see anyone or any clue who it belongs to and decides to see what the big hype is about. With nothing better to do and the colorful spinner in hand, Peter starts giggling wondering just how fast he can make it go, that being an obvious speedster mistake he spins with a little extra mutation boost. Combined with his loose grip, the fidget spinner flies out of his hand, still whirring on its way–right into one of Charles’ prized antique vases.
“Yikes.” Peter mutters quickly before leaving in a gust of wind, thinking he’ll make himself scarce around this part of the mansion for awhile. With luck, Scott was the next person to be seen sitting in the room, not even having noticed the broken vase as he entered.
Ok so, Peter was a smol nerd, sweater vests, glasses (even though we didn’t get to see them dammit), extremely smart, the stereotypic smart nerd.
What if Peter has asthma too, that also fits the ‘nerd’. But, every single spider ever has asthma, that’s why they can’t keep running.
So after Peter gets bit, he’s now a muscled up super Peter, his eyesight perfect, he can stop a truck barehanded he feels invincible! Nothing can stop him now.
Then he’s running late to class, all well, and he runs out of breath, air constricting and has to pull the almost forgotten inhaler out of his backpack just in time through fumbling panic.
Everything else about him is Super Built, and he still, somehow, he has asthma.
Peter is so close to just swearing. Peter is so done right now.
Just think of him being angered and all awkward hand waving cause he still has asthma.
ah it’s to late to think so I’ll just do a few random! kind of obvious guesses here and gals too…
Erik: Slytherin
Charles: Ravenclaw
Raven: Slytherin
Alex: Gryffindor
Sean: Hufflepuff
Scott: Gryffindor
Jean: Ravenclaw
Kurt: Hufflepuff
Warren: Hufflepuff
Jubilee: Hufflepuff
John: Gryffindor/Slytherin
Anna Marie: Ravenclaw
Peter: Gryffindor
Ororo: Slytherin
I wonder if Peter talks in his sleep
being seated next to him in class, Peter’s out for the count drooling on his desk and keeps mumbling, then a excited sounding “I’m Spider-Man!…zzz…spray cheese…”
Alois would find it hilarious~ He absolutely loves it, as there aren’t many who would act so improper. And he especially likes if you do it at the most inappropriate times, like during a boring meeting so he get’s so see a flabbergasted and highly offended high-class arse, the business men are astonished but he’s just giggling at your scandalous behavior
{I said female reader for this instead of doing gender neutral since a guy cursing would be no big deal, I hope no one minds I had just thought of this?}
Caution: Do not read if you somehow like Claude. Now onward to this jacka-I mean wonderful character’s scenarios.
(Y/n) walked out to where Claude was knitting linens in the gardens with two glasses of lemonade to share with him, their friend. As (Y/n) walked up and set one of the glasses down next to him on the table. “I brought you some lemonade!” (Y/n) said cheerfully. He just stared at the glass “What’s the matter?” (Y/n) asked “I don’t like lemonade. (Y/n) deadpanned. All that hard work and he doesn’t even say thanks. ‘b^tch’ they thought, and spilled the lemonade on his head and walked off enjoying the remaining drink.
One evening while sitting watching Claude do… whatever it is Claude does at the Trancy mansion, (Y/n) decided to ask the demon something "Hey Claude, why didn’t you eat my soul?” “It’s much too bland for my tastes.” He replied monotonously, then was punched in the face causing his glasses to fall crooked as Y/n walked off.
For the last few months (Y/n)’s house was crawling with spiders. They kept appearing everywhere all of a sudden (Claude tended to have some spiders stalk you at all times). (Y/n), never being one for liking spiders was always killing them. One after another. Squishing them under their shoes, bug spray, whacking them with magazines, you name it! All while Claude watched and gulped as his brethren died by your annoyed fury and random weapon.
One day when Claude decided to go visit (Y/n), when he found the door locked he turned into a spider to get inside (he got in a trouble worse than lemons for breaking through the doors last time.) and (Y/n) not knowing it was him saw the huge spider coming in (He never would tell you what kind of demon he was) and, wait for it, *STOMP* squishing the Claude spider beneath (Y/n)’s boot. “what the hell is with all the spiders!” they yelled. (Y/n), during this time had been waiting for Claude to arrive, but aggravatingly, he never showed. “Stupid demon.” (Y/n) muttered and wandered off to talk with a smirking Sebastian, a much politer and personable demon. Oddly, (Y/n) never did see Claude again.
*whistling innocently* Not even gonna apologize I hate this bastard XD
“It’s only a matter of time before you leave me too! you’ll run away and leave me all alone like every body else!” Alois shouted, his voice cracking at the end as a sob fell from his lips.
“Alois,” your voice even, trying to sooth him as he tossed a vase, glass shattering loudly against the wall.
His eyes downcast as he pointed to you, arm trembling slightly “You’re going to leave me all alone. Everyone leaves me.” his voice quiet and scared, he really thought you were leaving him. Alois fell to his knees on the floor, sobbing.
You slowly walked towards Alois, kneeling down in front of the sobbing boy. Gently your hand caressed his leg lightly, as not to startle him. Alois stiffened at your touch, usually your presence, your touch, was enough to calm him and make him feel better. But having it aimed at you, having him even think, let alone believe such things make your heart ache.
“Alois have I ever tried to leave you?” He balled his fists, rubbing his eyes furiously while ignoring your question.
He hated feeling like this, he hated feeling weak. Like once again, he could do nothing to stop from losing those he loves. It made him so angry and lost. He couldn’t take it.
Carefully you tug Alois’s arms down from his face, letting them fall to his sides in defeat. His eyes still tightly clenched shut refusing to look at you, his bottom lip trembling from crying. “Alois, look at me” you begged. "Darling please.“
As you gently brush the tears away from his cheek with your thumb Alois slowly opens his crystal eyes, like shattered glass and filled with tears. He stares at you looking so broken and helpless. "No…but you will. You haven’t yet-” his voice rises as the anger starts returning and he moves to get up, gripping the sleeves of his jacket tightly so he wont leave and tugging him closer to you.
“I haven’t left you Alois. I haven’t tried,” The softness of your voice now stern as you laced your fingers with his, something he always thought was adorable “and do you know why that is?”
Alois only swallows, staring at your entwined hands and awaiting your answer. “It’s because I don’t want to leave you.” his eyes shot up, staring at you with disbelief. Letting go of his hand you gently cup his face “Alois I don’t want to leave you, or abandon you at all. I love you Alois and I would never do that.”
Unable to fully comprehend your words, tears pour from his eyes trying to tell if you really said that to him. Pulling him into a tight embrace, his arms quickly flying around your waist to keep you from leaving. You hold his head to rest on your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he soaks your shoulder in tears.
“Never leave me (Y/n)…” Alois’s voice so quiet, barely above a whisper as his grip tightens around you “please. Never leave me.” he chokes out the words while holding onto you as if you are his lifeline.
“I would never dream of it your highness.” pressing a small kiss against his hair “My precious Alois.”
Location
Unsurprisingly, Ruka’s favorite places to have fun is somewhere wet. Pool sex is his favorite, especially in the Building 5 guard’s garden, he appreciates the scenery and having so much room. shower sex is also a big hit with him, and don’t expect to just relax when he joins you in the bath.
Quickies
He’s not a fan of quickies, too rushed and messy for his liking, though if you really insist he’ll take you to one of the many supply closets, but only if he will for sure have time to fix his make up when you’re finished. But from time to time (as in most times) on his lunch break he will take you to the building’s showers for a bit of fun. (poor Liang went to take a shower after his workout only to be scarred for life)
Toad's Cave 