#*fond grumbles*💗💗💗💗

[professional-benaddict]

totally not a self indulgent/projecting ask but Peter being sick while his boyfriends are at work. he’s taking care of himself alright for the most part but after another round of sickness, he starts a hot bath and almost immediately falls asleep in it, which is where his two lovers find him a few hours later, the water gone lukewarm.

(this is totally not based on what happened to me today except i only slept for like one hour and my sister wome me up knocking on the door because she had ro use the bathroom lmao)

within just a few days sydney has made me worry like a tiger mom for her tWice sksks i wanna strangle you and just make sure youre okay and give you kisses and popsicles sksks💗💗💗

Tony and Stephen usually go to work way before Peter even wakes up, so of course they have no way of knowing that Peter woke up feeling pretty sick. And neither does Peter tell them by phone…

Peter wants to be brave about it, knowing Tony has many meetings and Stephen has at least three surgeries. And he is brave about it, but then he also gets a lot worse and ends up passing out in the bath.

Tony finds him first and nearly has a heart attack, thinking something terrible happened. He curses at Peter when he wakes up, saying how scared he was. Peter would probably burst into tears. He feels bad for scaring Tony, plus being dehydrated and sick and hungry and just overall very sick.

Tony apologises and shushes Peter while grabbing a towel and helping the poor boy out of the now cold water. He also helps Peter find some comfy and warm clothes, and then crash onto the sofa.

Stephen comes home then, just as Peter is recovering a bit with a tall glass of juice, but still looking very miserable. Tony is cooking dinner in the meantime. Stephen goes into doctor-mode right away when he spots the state Peter is in. Peter fusses a bit and tries to bat Stephen away, but secretly he loves it.

The three of them end up eating on the sofa that night, and Peter gets head scratches and a foot massage from both his loving boyfriends. He still feels pretty bad, but at least he is taken care of now.

[fairyhaos]

◈ adorable and insufferable // joshua hong

joshua x gn!reader, 1.5k+ words

tags: sick fic, fluff, crack, established relationship, joshua makes small snuffly bunny noises when he's sick

warnings: food mention at the end

notes: for his birthday present, i give him a cold. as you can see, i love him very much.

Your boyfriend is sick.

He is, also, an absolutely terrible liar.

That leads you to the situation right now, where you’ve cornered Joshua in the kitchen, hands on your hips, a bunny spa headband pushing your hair back, and it’s not the most intimidating sight but Joshua gulps all the same, eyes darting around the kitchen nervously.

He’s looking for an escape route. You can see it in his eyes, clear as day, so you step even closer, voice dangerously calm as you speak.

“No, keep your eyes on me,” you say, face set into an angry frown. “Shua.”

Joshua looks at you, and tries not to breathe too weirdly. “Um. Y/N?”

You look him up and down, and then slowly fold your arms. “Shua,” you say again. “Are you sick?”

He blinks rapidly, and then has to stop, because it makes his head feel all woozy. “No?” he tries, and then coughs a little. He’ll claim it was out of nervousness, because you look kind of terrifying right now, but your eyes immediately widen at the sound, and he knows he’s busted.

“You are!” Instantly, you lunge for him as he tries to dive past you and escape this interrogation. “Joshua, come back! You’re sick!”

“I’m not! I’m not, I swear I’m not,” he insists, trying to pull away from the iron grip you’ve clasped around his wrist. Resistance is futile, though. You’re not letting him go, now that him and his wellbeing are involved. “Y/N, baby, please, I’m totally fine.”

“No you’re not,” you say firmly, and then begin dragging your whining boyfriend out the kitchen and towards the stairs. 

“I—” He sneezes, then, a loud and wet sneeze that scrapes at his throat and makes his eyes water, and he pauses, shocked. He sniffles, rubbing his nose. “Okay. Maybe I am.”

You shake your head, partly exasperated, partly fond, and continue pulling Joshua up the stairs.

He’s been shuffling around the house looking mildly ill all day, and you’ve been waiting for the right moment to pounce on him and get him up to bed. Because Joshua, when he gets sick, utterly refuses to give in and accept that he’s coming down with something, always waiting until the last moment to finally admit defeat to whatever illness has plagued him this time.

By the time you’re opening the bedroom door and ushering Joshua inside, he’s looking considerably worse than before, face all flushed and eyes watering from the sudden coughing fit he had while coming up the stairs.

“Come on, baby,” you coax, tucking him into bed. You press a hand to his forehead, a little alarmed and a little amused by how quickly he managed to look severely ill during the short walk upstairs. “Sleep.”

“I can still function, you know,” he insists as you pull the covers over him. “I can—I can do things.”

“I’d rather you not,” you say, smoothing down his hair and tucking away a few stray strands. You shake your head in faux disappointment. “I knew you’d get sick from all those days where you went out wearing all those thin layers in winter. What were you thinking?”

Joshua huffs petulantly. “It’s called fashion.”

“It’s called making yourself sick,” you return, and then chuckle at his pout. Leaning down, you press a quick kiss to his forehead, brushing a finger over his cheek fondly. “Now sleep. You’re going to feel way worse tomorrow if you don’t.”

He grumbles, but there’s a small smile on his face as he bids you goodbye and asks you to shut the door properly on the way out.

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Your boyfriend is very, very self-sufficient. He tries not to bother other people with his struggles and his concerns, but he’s also very terrible at hiding it away when someone asks him directly if everything’s okay.

He’s also really weak in the face of attention.

Which means that while he’s very self-sufficient, the moment you notice he’s unwell and call him out on it, he melts instantly and gets taken over by his sickness so quickly that it surprises you every time.

Slowly, you creak open the bedroom door, peering inside to see Joshua staring blankly up at the ceiling. His head snaps towards you as you walk across the room, but his eyes are all glassy.

“Y/N?” he murmurs, and all he’s said is your name but it’s like he’s speaking through a ball of cotton. 

“Yes, it’s me,” you say, smiling a little, because his eyes positively shine when you confirm it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you place a damp towel over his forehead, feeling his cheek with the back of your hand, and wince a little at how warm he is. “Goodness me, Shua, you’re burning up.”

“No, I’m not,” he murmurs. “You’re burning up.”

You smile a little, pinching his cheek lightly. “If you were this sick, then why didn’t you say anything, hm? You should’ve told me earlier.”

“I’m not that sick. I can still do stuff,” he says, eyes falling shut just slightly as you begin stroking his hair, a relaxing movement. “Hey, hey, Y/N, watch this.”

“Hm?” You stop stroking his hair, sitting back and waiting patiently. 

There’s a long silence, and then Joshua cracks an eye open to look at you. He looks expectant—well, as expectant as a person with an extremely high fever can look—but when you don’t say anything, a small frown creases his brow.

“Didn’t you see it?”

“See what, baby?”

“The cartwheels. I did cartwheels.”

The statement is so absurd that you think he’s joking, but his face is set into such a serious pout that you can’t help but laugh a little, because there's something about fever-drowsed Joshua that is so adorable.

“You didn’t do any cartwheels, baby,” you say gently, and go back to stroking his hair. “You didn’t even get up.”

Joshua frowns, the pout deepening. “Oh.” His eyes close, and then open again. “I did them in my head, though. I’m sure I did.”

Cute, you think helplessly, unable to stop the smile spreading across the face. “Okay.” You kiss his nose. “I believe you. But I’m gonna go get you something to drink and eat, and then you’re gonna take some meds, okay?”

He makes a small noise of discontent when you get up, and then coughs, giving a pathetic sniffle like a sad little bunny, and you almost want to just stay next to him and never leave his side.

“You’re gonna need to take the meds to get better faster,” you say at the door. “I’ll be back soon, promise. Wait here.”

Joshua makes that sad noise again, but he watches you go. “Okay,” he says, all mumbly. “I promise not to cartwheel away.”

You laugh a little, because good lord, he’s so adorable. “Okay. I’m trusting you, alright?”

“Mhm.”

You close the door and walk down the stairs, shaking your head fondly.

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It’s only several days later that his fever finally lets up, and he’s well enough to walk around the house once more. You wake up to Joshua in the kitchen, a blanket around his frame, making pancakes.

“Baby?” you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “What are you doing?”

Joshua turns to you, and then grins, eyes crinkling fondly. “Hey, sweetheart,” he says, and deposits the last pancake onto a plate. “I’m making you breakfast, of course. Here. Eat up. Want some french toast too?”

“Wh—huh?” you say, incredibly intelligently, slowly sliding into the seat that, like the gentleman he is, Joshua had pulled out for you. “Why?”

“It’s a thank-you present, obviously,” Joshua says, as he busies himself making french toast. As if the pancakes and spread of fresh fruit and waffles (he cooked waffles too?) aren’t enough. “I’ve been insufferable over the past few days.”

You chuckle a little, thinking of Joshua insisting he can do cartwheels while you try to spoon feed him soup. “Yeah, you have. But I didn’t mind. You’re my boyfriend. Of course I’m gonna put up with you.”

Joshua laughs. “Thank you, Y/N. What would I do without you?”

“You’d be dead without me,” you say, incredibly seriously, and it makes Joshua laugh again. His eyes are still a little puffed up, but he beams at you, all full of life, and it makes you grin too.

“You’re totally right,” he says, and leans over to peck you on the cheek. “I love you.”

You smile, taking hold of his chin and bringing him down to press a longer kiss to his lips. “I love you more.”

Joshua quirks a grin at that, kissing your forehead for good measure before going back to the bread. “Let’s not start that argument again. Eat your pancakes, sweetheart, before they get cold.”

You look over at him as he busies himself making yet more food, and it makes you a little dizzy, really, just how much Joshua loves you. And how much you love him in return. Even when he’s doing cartwheels in his head and insisting he’s doing them in real life.

“Hey, now you’re all better, you can do those cartwheels you kept wanting to do.”

“Really? Should I?”

“Yeah! I bet I can do them better though.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

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[saltywithsarcasm]

I saw your one piece oneshots fanfic on ao3. Can you do a one shot of Penguin/Shachi realizing they love each other? Or anything with those 2 being in love those 2 forks need all the love they can get.

They’re just being silly little goofs who care about their captain

Click here to be linked to the AO3 chapter 💗

Shachi suddenly awakens to the sensation of a familiar, fuzzy paw gently shaking him and slowly opens one eye to find Bepo standing beside his hammock, wearing his usual concerned expression. Still groggy, Shachi mutters, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes and asks Bepo what he needs, watching the polar bear nervously shuffling on his feet.

“The Captain isn’t going to sleep again.” Bepo speaks softly, sounding concern because he’s anxious about Law's restlessness and the impact it's having on him. “Can you help me get him to bed?”

Not only is Bepo concerned about their captain’s sleepless nights but also because Law's restlessness affects him too. The polar bear is used to having their captain sleep beside him after all these years, making it difficult for Bepo to sleep when Law is working throughout the night. Shachi lets out a groan, muffling it with his hand then decides to rouse Penguin by kicking at the hammock above him. Penguin grumbles about already being awake then leans over the edge to peer down at his partner.

“Just slip him something and carry his stubborn ass to bed.” Penguin smoothly slips out his hammock and lands right on top of Shachi, knocking the wind out of the other man. Shachi pulls his head up by his hair, scolding him but Penguin remains unfazed by the lecture, ready to just rest his head on his chest and drift back to sleep. “I’m tired-“

“Get up already.” Shachi gives Penguin a firm smack on the back, causing him to tumble out of the hammock so he can sit up to rub his tired eyes. “We can’t have our captain self-sabotaging himself, it’s our job to keep him in check.”

Penguin wonders over to rummage through their dresser, finding a bottle of liquid sleep aid and tosses it over to Bepo, telling him to brew some tea with a few drops of it.

“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable giving him this without his knowledge-“

“It's all for his own good, besides, he's usually grumpy the next morning.” Penguin replies, dismissing his concern with a wave of his hand then stifles a yawn. “If you're not up for it, just prepare the tea and I'll handle the rest.”

“Got any chamomile tea stashed somewhere?” Shachi questions, piquing Bepo's interest in the alternative, a far more appealing option compared to Penguin's suggestion of using sleep aid.

“I do have some but...” Bepo fidgets with his paws, shuffling uneasily with a frown. “He's not fond of the taste.”

“Why not crash here with us tonight?” Shachi suggests, though both men are aware that Bepo dozes off faster with their captain's scent than with anyone else on the crew but still offers, which Bepo declines because he still wants Law to get some sleep. “Fine, let’s make the tea and go with Penguin’s idea.”

“But-“ Bepo tries to reason, fully aware that Law would be furious if he found out his own crew was attempting to drug him but before he can continue, he is interrupted.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures!” Shachi calls over him and before Bepo could try to change their minds, both Shachi and Penguin were already out the door to go brew the tea; He quickly follows after them.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Bepo tries as the two men carry mugs of tea, each holding two in their hands; Law’s mug rests in Shachi’s left hand to avoid mixing them up. “Our captain trusts us, we shouldn’t take advantage of that trust-“

“Relax, Bepo; It’s not like we’re poisoning him.” Penguin explains, glancing back at the anxious polar bear and gives him a sincere smile to help calm his nerves. “It’s just a little something to make him sleep better, that’s all.”

Bepo attempts to reply but both men shush him as they knock on Law’s door, hearing movement from the other side. A few moments later a weary Law opens the door, resting against the frame as he raises a hand to rub his eyes, only to find two grinning men staring back at him. He appears utterly exhausted and as they look past him, they catch sight of the research he's been immersing himself in over the past few days.

“Hey Captain, Bepo says you’re having trouble sleeping.” Penguin says, shrugging his shoulders then nudges Shachi to say something. “We figured you could use a break and have some tea with us.”

“We made your favorite.” Shachi chimes in, extending his mug towards Law, who shifts his gaze between their faces and then up at the clock.

“Shouldn’t you all be asleep by now?” Law asks, accepting the mug and leaning away from the door frame to raise the drink towards his lips but just before he can take a sip, his attention catches Bepo, who’s standing there awkwardly behind them. “You can’t sleep because I haven’t yet, right?”

“Yes…” Bepo nods nervously, feeling like Law's intense gaze is putting him under investigation, causing him to squirm uncomfortably under his captain's stare.

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can go to bed.” Law tells him as Bepo's eyes flick back and forth between his face and the mug in his hands, causing the man to raise a questioning brow; Despite this, Law raises the mug back up towards his lips.

“Please don't drink it, captain!” Bepo exclaims, shoving both Shachi and Penguin aside in his attempt to snatch the cup from Law's hands. The man allows him to take it without much resistance and watches as Bepo downs the entire thing before any of them can stop him.

“Bepo!” Shachi tries to stop him but the cup is already empty by the time he manages to snatch it from his paws.

“That was meant for the captain!” Penguin snaps sternly, frowning at the polar bear who’s nearly in tears, claiming that he couldn't bring himself to go through with it and apologizing profusely for even considering the idea. As the trio bicker amongst themselves, Law simply leans against the door frame once more, arms crossed, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Neither of you thought I would recognize the smell of melatonin?” Law asks, getting the three of them to stop fighting to look at him and steps aside, motioning for the three to come into his room; They all did without question. “Whose idea was it to put it in my tea?”

Law glances back and forth between Shachi and Penguin, fully aware that Bepo wouldn't have came up with something like that.

“I suggested chamomile tea!” Shachi quickly replies, waving his hands in front of himself in defense then points at Penguin. “He’s the one who brought up a sleep aid-“

“Yeah but you went along with it!” Penguin argues. In response, Shachi explains that he did it because he cared about our captain's health, the two men about ready to scuffle when Law steps in and tells them to knock it off.

“I appreciate the concern…” Law tells them, noticing Bepo is already sluggishly climbing onto his bed, about ready to pass out then redirects his focus back to the two of them. “But I don’t appreciate how you both handled it. Head back to bed and we'll pick this conversation in the morning.”

“Got it, Captain.” Shachi and Penguin say in unison, bowing as they quickly apologize and scurry out of the room to give him some space.

Once they were at a safe distance from their captain's quarters, Penguin lightly shoves Shachi to express his frustration for being thrown under the bus like that.

“We can't pull a fast one like that on him, man.” Shachi responds, casually shrugging and slipping his hand into his pockets as they walk back to their quarters, noticing Penguin's annoyed expression with his arms crossed. “Come on, don’t be like that, Pengy.” Shachi tries to turn the mood around and bring a smile to his face. Penguin shoots him a look, still holding onto his stubbornness but the frustration begins to fade and he finally shrugs in response. “…Why don't you crash in my hammock tonight?”

“Fine.” Penguin gives in with a hint of reluctance, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer as they make their way back to their sleeping quarters.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello ! How do you feel now? I hope you're better now, I love all your yuumori fic so much,they're so comforting and pretty in characters!❤️

May I request some fic about clingy Albert James Moriarty x reader please?But take your time to write that and rest properly,I will wait🤗

By the way congrats for 2k,sweetie💕

CLINGY - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : none I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.8K words (oops)

Additional notes : Hi there!! I’m feeling much better now, thank you. I’m so glad that you enjoy my fics, because I love writing them so much! Sorry for taking so long to get to this; I had to finish my event requests first. Hope you like this one!💗

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“How about now?”

“No.”

“Please?” Albert dragged out the word, his emerald eyes begging them with all the charm he possessed.

Sighing, they set down the knife on the counter, and turned to face him. “If I went to cuddle you right now, we’d starve. No one’s home to cook us anything, and lord knows what’d happen if I let you in the kitchen.”

“Louis came back a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, his expression pleading once more. “We can leave it all to him and go upstairs.”

With a roll of their eyes (though they both knew they actually felt no annoyance whatsoever), they hummed and began to wash their hands in the sink. Already grinning mischievously at them as he knew he’d gotten his way, Albert dragged them away as soon as they’d dried their hands on the small cloth beside them.

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“Happy now?” they asked, despite their grumbling holding no malice and their eyes full of only fond exasperation.

The man currently in their arms nodded, a satisfied quirk to his lips as he nuzzled deeper into their chest. Their nails scratched at his scalp in the way he so liked, and their other hand busied itself with rubbing soothing circles on his back, inching lower and delighting in the sight of him visibly shivering with satisfaction.

Sheer exhaustion was evident on his face, and the bags under his eyes told them that he’d probably been incredibly busy the few days he’d been away doing God knows what. The least they could do when he looked like that was embrace him and hold him tight in their open arms, even if he was being more demanding than usual.

After all, indulging him also meant indulging in their own desire to have him close at all times. Giving in to their own urges, they tucked a soft strand of hair behind his ear, and pressed a soft, barely-there kiss on his forehead. It was impossible; holding back their own affections when he was right there, his weight comforting ontop of them.

Albert clung impossibly tighter to their shirt, as though the closer proximity would somehow fuse them together. A hand crept under their clothes, splaying across their waist in a manner that was so intimate, and yet so chaste. Deft fingers climbed up their spine and left a tingling trail on their skin, and it suddenly felt like all was right in the world.

“What’s going on with you today?” they chuckled, sifting through his soft locks. “I haven’t seen you this clingy since… forever, I suppose.”

Without uttering another word, their lover simply kissed the exposed skin of their chest that he could reach, eyes closed in bliss, so it seemed. It only made the warm feeling in their chest swell to twice its size and threaten to burst through their ribs.

“Fine, don’t answer, you big baby.” They shook their head, and watched as Albert burrowed even further into their warmth, his eyelashes fluttering and his fingers gently squeezing their hips, as though reminding them that he was enjoying every bit of his childish charade.

In all honesty, they liked it all the more, seeing how he reveled in the feeling. Perhaps he was acting a bit spoilt, but he deserved it; what with all the time he was forced to spend away from them. And besides, they had always been the clingy one, so a switch in places was a rather welcome change. They were more than willing to return the favor of being loved so hard it healed all the wounds they never even knew they had.

When he finally spoke up, it was nothing more than mumbling against their shirt, “Do you have anything scheduled for the rest of the day?”

Thinking for a few seconds, they came to the conclusion that they had nothing left to do. “Not really. I finished everything I wanted to get done early in the morning. Moran’s snoring woke me up from the end of the damn hall.”

He breathed out a short laugh, before he stilled once more, hands all over them in the best way possible. Their bodies so entwined they couldn’t tell where they started and ended, it felt like falling deeper in love with nothing to stop them or hold them back—especially when every sound he made brought forth even more adoration from their depths.

“I’ll fall asleep like this,” he huffed out, his words coming out slower than usual.

“You can take a nap, just for a little while. It’s alright, you know.” Patting the back of his head tenderly, they offered their body up for a pillow.

“Just for a little while…” Albert muttered, already drifting off into a dreamland, where none of his usual worries could follow him, and where his darling was ever-present.

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

[xandy-toady]

Lopez x Scientist!Genderneutral!Reader || Him waking you after your first night sleeping together

Request ; If you’re in the mood to write something more fun to get your mind off of it, pick the recom you’re vibing with most right now and do how they would wake you up. 👀💗

I’m the mood for Lopez ngl, just some softness to kick off the writing as I’m still really sad deadass lmfao, just want to be woken up gently and with love LMFAO hejhshshs

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Lopez’s eyes blinked open, not a sound to be heard, no lights to be seen but the faint glow how his bioluminescent spots.

There was no movement but the rise and falls of the blanket that sat on him and the bed he lay on.

He was always up early, a habit he had to grow used to, but something that was new was the person who lay beside him. His eyes drifted across your form, you look so snug beside him, Lopez reaching a hand to caress your cheek with a fond smile.

Your clothes were astray, and your mouth hung open, if he looked close enough he would even see the drool running out of your mouth.

But those things didn’t matter, you were still gorgeous in this form, he loved seeing you look so comfortable, so secure looking by his side.

It had been your first night sleeping together, you had been dating for a few months at this point, but finally you asked him to stay the night the evening before, and he had never felt so excited.

Your night was so peaceful in each other’s arms, Lopez couldn’t help but smile even more thinking about the previous day, a gentle purr emitting from him. It felt like minutes as the time went by, not realizing it hadn’t just been minutes and in fact it was a whole hour of him admiring you.

When he turned, he found himself squinting as the light hit his face, he knew he sadly would have to wake you, especially now with the light creeping through.

He promptly maneuvered to have you under him, essentially pinned with his tail starting to come to life, thrashing about and hitting your covered legs.

“My love.” He starts softly, morning voice evident as he leans in to nuzzle your cheeks together. He decided he’d go with a gentle approach, not wanting to make you too mad to be woken up. When you did nothing but stir a bit, his brow quirked and he sat up, legs trapping you under him as he sat on top of your stomach (not his full weight, he kind of just perched there so it would only be a slight pressure—)

“Time to get up love, the suns out which means we should be too.” He chimes in a now singsongy voice, playfully swaying you from side to side. Finally, you were stirring, but awake this time, blinking up at him!! Then a grumble, “Five more minutes, get off you giant dog—“ You grumble, not pleased to be woken up. Lopez couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you, grumbling away as you rubbed your eyes.

Despite just calling him a dog, somehow you looked precious to him in this moment, watching you waking up from vulnerably sleeping by his side.

He felt his heart swell a bit, soon realizing your eyes were now staring back. “What, not getting up fast nough’ for you?” You rasp with a yawn, now in the stretching phase of waking up. When your arms went up, his own hands leaned in to hug you to him.

“Lopez love, you’re being so clingy this morning.” You mumble unable to contain a smile, face now planted in his chest hugging him back. You weren’t complaining, no, quite the opposite, despite how annoying it was that he had woken you, he was being so fucking loving, and so tender.

It was usually all play with him, and though he was still being playful he was actually being much softer than he usually was, it makes your heart smile big for him

He didn’t realize he didn’t even respond to you, eyes fluttering closed as he just held you to him.

He himself wasn’t sure why he felt so needy, but why ask? You were so warm, you smelt so good, you felt so nice under him—

“Lopez?” You whisper, and with no hesitation he found himself maneuvering beside you, dragging you along easily with him making you squeak in both delight at the manhandling, and overall surprise.

“Maybe we can take five more minutes, yeah? Let me hold you for a while..” He whispers, a hand on your cheek so your eyes could meet.

And who were you to deny him of what he wanted?

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>Overall rlly sad and kind of feeling unmotivated after losing so many drafts, but I really liked this one, just needed a soft moment tbh lmk if I should do some horny Lopez sometime lol

[tortoisebore]

time after time (because its a funny name) approximately 3 years 2 months and 19 days into the future s'il vous plait

specific & unusual asks game!!!

eeeeeeee 🤭🥹😊💞☺️✨💓 this is gonna be very short and purposefully a little vague bc i don’t want to spoil the epilogue but here’s a quick and fluffy little callback to a particularly sappy and mildly angsty moment in chapter 6, three years, two months, and 19 days later 💞💓💕💖💗✨💞

The end of January brought a biting cold that seemed to embed itself into Sirius’ bones. The commute to work had become more of a waddle to the subway down the street, hopping down the stairs and straining to get his arm high enough to scan his MetroCard around the layers and layers of sweaters and jackets and scarves wrapped around his body. Winter in New York meant looking ridiculous, sporting frizzy hat hair four months out of the year and sweating under two puffer jackets to keep the chill out on the way to work, but it was a small price to pay to live in the city again, happier and lighter outside of the looming threat of being sent back to Lenox Hill.

The problem now was that he woke up freezing, curled into a ball under the heavy duvet at seven in the morning on a Saturday he was supposed to be sleeping in. Watery gray light filtered in from the windows on the other side of the room as he squinted one eye open, frowning at the empty space on the right side of the bed and grumbling unhappily to himself. That’s why he was awake two hours early; his big and tall and gorgeous—and usually very cuddly—personal heater was gone.

That simply wouldn’t do.

Sirius slid out of bed with a list of demands ready to go. It’d been a long fucking week, what with the new exhibit opening and trainings at the rink in Brooklyn every other night, and Remus had promised a relaxing weekend after Sirius had stumbled home exhausted from the opening on Thursday night. A relaxing weekend did not call for waking up by himself, let alone by himself and cold, and his sleep-muddled brain was was ready to argue about it.

He shuffled down the hall with what he was sure was a comical kind of frown, stopped in the doorway to the kitchen-slash-dining-slash-living room and spotted the culprit there at the table. He was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously for a moment before sitting back with a huff, squinting at the screen, and Sirius wanted to smile. Of course Remus was up working, he was always working nowadays—writing papers and prepping for exams, meeting with his thesis advisor once a month and worrying to Sirius about it over the phone immediately after. Sirius had gotten very good at soothing his thesis-related anxiety, whether that meant talking him off the proverbial ledge or making him close the laptop and go the fuck to sleep, and his Remus-attuned instincts were telling him this was a go the fuck to sleep kind of moment.

And if that meant Sirius got another couple hours of nice, warm sleep himself, well that was just icing on the cake.

He padded through the living room, dodging the giant armchair that was definitely too big for the space but Remus argued was too soft and comfortable to get rid of, and wedged himself against the wall behind Remus’ chair. He bent over a bit to slide his hands around his shoulders, tugged him back and pressed his nose to the blissfully warm skin of his neck.

Remus turned his head a bit in surprise—he’d been too busy reading what Sirius could now see was his open thesis draft to notice he’d been coming—and leaned back into him, took one of his hands and muttered “Hi, baby,” against his knuckles. “You’re up early.”

“Cold,” Sirius mumbled, refusing to remove himself from the delicious heat of Remus’ skin for even a moment.

“You’re cold?” Remus asked, a fond little smile in his voice that Sirius had memorized the shape of a long time ago.

“Too cold without you.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus said through another kiss to his knuckles. “I just have to send this back for review by eight, I was coming right back.”

Sirius grumbled something incoherent even to his own ears, gave a light, displeased scrape of his teeth to his neck and said, “Come now, ‘m tired.”

“Hold on just a second,” Remus said, drawing little shapes on the back of Sirius’ palm to try and soothe him into patience. “Let me save it and send this email.”

Sirius supposed that was reasonable, but he made sure to voice his complaints at being kept waiting in the form of squeezing Remus tighter and mumbling vague threats against his neck. Remus just smiled, took Sirius’ promise to throw all of his clothes into the street in stride because he was a saint, and only reread his email twice before hitting send and closing his laptop.

“Okay,” he said, tapping Sirius’ arm twice in an attempt to get him to let go. “Come on.”

“You come on,” Sirius mumbled, holding him tighter, and Remus snorted a laugh before he got with the program and wormed out of his chair with Sirius’ arms still locked around his shoulders. Sirius realized quickly that he had miscalculated a bit, and when his feet threatened to leave the ground when Remus stood up straight, he moved his grip around his middle instead.

It was better, he decided as he pressed the side of his face between Remus’ shoulder blades, hands tight around his waist to feel a breathy little laugh vibrate against his ribs as much as he heard it. Remus’ hands circled his own as he started a shuffle back across the room, and Sirius smiled against his back as he was led back to bed.

[the-widow-sisters]

I am in love with your adaptations of these characters. You're a really good writer. I remember that you said Melina was good with swords. I was wondering if you could do a story where Melina and Alexie visit the compound, and Melina challenges Kate to a duel. I just think it would be funny to see Nat freak out that Melina will hurt Kate, but then shocked that Kate is holding her own. Plus it would nice to see Kate's sword fighting in action.

A/N: Aww, thank you so, so much!!! I’m so glad that you like my fics and the way I write the characters 🥺💗

I’m sorry it took so long to do this one! ��💖 I hope it was worth the wait, though! I had to wait for the inspiration to recharge for the widow fam, lol 😂🤣

I hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: 4.4k+

  “Where is he?! Where is Captain America?” Alexei questioned as he entered the gym of the compound, nothing but childlike glee written in his features as he turned to look at Natasha.

  Alexei and Melina had come for a visit, and after much pleading and begging and attempts at convincing Natasha, they finally ended up coming to visit the compound. From the moment that it was confirmed they were going, Alexei had been constantly talking about Steve, and Natasha had been ready to pull her hair out from how much he had been yammering on about it. When they had finally gotten there, she had resolved to take them straight to the gym so this thing with Steve could get sorted out.

  She had also asked Yelena to go fetch Kate so that she could see Melina and Alexei again. Kate was fond of them after meeting them that one time, and she had asked Natasha to tell her next time they visited. Well, as long as that visit was without Alexei the pig, of course.

  Natasha let out a deep, long sigh at Alexei’s question, and she looked up in the vague direction of the ceiling.

  “FRIDAY, can you please tell Rogers that he has an eager fan down here who’s excited to meet him?” Natasha spoke up, and Alexei furrowed his brow, looking at her like she lost her mind.

  However, when FRIDAY spoke up in reply, he practically jumped out of his skin, looking up in surprise. Melina remained perfectly and completely calm as she looked up momentarily, listening to the AI speak.

  “I will get right to it, Ms. Romanoff,” FRIDAY answered compliantly.

  “I would not say fan… More colleague…. Or contemporary,” Alexei grumbled, and Melina nodded slowly, taking in all that was FRIDAY.

  “Impressive. This Stark… He is quite advanced,” Melina expressed as she looked at Natasha with surprise and interest. Her eyes were sparkling in that manner that was so typical of her when science and technological advancement was brought into the equation. Natasha could not help the slight smile that came to her face, shrugging as she thought of one of their resident geniuses.

  “Yes, definitely one of the smartest people in this compound. Just don’t let him hear you say that. We’ll never hear the end of it long after you two are gone,” Natasha explained with a small chuckle, and Melina nodded slowly, completely understanding what Natasha meant.

  “He is braggart. I remember you saying as much,” Melina acknowledged, huffing ever so slightly. Natasha could not help how her smile grew a little more. What she would not have given for Tony to have heard Melina say that.

  “He is more than a braggart. He is a narcissistic rich boy,” Yelena pointed out suddenly from where she came in behind Natasha. Natasha smiled gently, looking behind her as she took in the sight of Kate following Yelena into the gym.

  “Kate Bishop!” Alexei cried, and Kate glanced at Natasha briefly before looking back at him as she grinned widely. Natasha knew what Kate was wordlessly saying. That was where Yelena got the saying both first and last names thing from.

  “Hey!” Kate greeted, and her eyes suddenly widened ridiculously as Alexei dragged her into a hug. Kate hesitantly brought her arms around him, not really knowing how to handle it but going with the flow anyway.

  He finally released her with a warm chuckle, and Melina approached her with a kind smile, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder.

  “Kate,” she greeted simply, and Kate smiled happily back at her, straightening a little as she remembered last time that she had seen the two of them. One of Melina’s gripes was at Natasha for keeping her back hunched.

  “It’s good to see you. And look, you keep back straight. Natasha, look at this girl. She keeps back straight. You hunch, see,” Melina rolled her shoulders forward, exhibiting her point, and Natasha groaned. Kate could not help a chuckle and a somewhat sly smile, and Natasha offered her a playful yet very much wicked glare as she silently promised trouble later for the mischievous kid.

  “Hey, everyone,” Steve greeted suddenly, entering the gym, and Alexei instantly homed in on him. His entire expression lit up with an insane glint.

  “Captain America… We meet again,” Alexei declared in a manner that seemed very much half-crazed, and Steve narrowed his eyes uncertainly, offering Alexei a onceover. He then looked at Natasha questioningly.

  She just shrugged, unable to help a small smirk as she enjoyed his slight confusion. Even though Alexei had driven her insane, she could not help amusement at Steve. She always got a huge kick out of messing with him when she could.

  “Umm… Hello,” Steve greeted, and Alexei grinned widely and wickedly, moving closer as he puffed himself up to his full height.

  “You remember me, don’t you?” Alexei asked, stalking toward him as he attempted mysteriousness but ultimately pulled off goofiness. Steve eyed him for a long moment, not sure what to say and definitely not remembering him.

  “Well… A refresher would be good,” Steve tried to keep his tone amicable despite the fact that he looked utterly confused beyond belief. Alexei looked at him with slight disappointment, but he quickly recovered, keeping his back straight and a confident gleam in his eyes as he watched him.

  “I am… the Red Guardian,” he told him. Awkward silence filled the room as Steve was desperately scanning his mind for any memory of the person before him, and Alexei was proudly standing before him.

  After a moment, Alexei looked back at Melina smugly, grinning as he raised his eyebrows.

  “I have left him speechless,” Alexei winningly told her as if it were some manner of great accomplishment. Melina let out a tired sigh, not knowing what to say but not bothering with trying to spare him of inevitable embarrassment.

  “Umm… Red Guardian… That’s a DC comics superhero?” Steve questioned, squinting a little as he looked at Alexei questioningly. Alexei instantly looked terribly crestfallen and utterly offended.

  “No! I am not fake hero from comic book! I am the Red Guardian!!! Soviet Super Soldier!” Alexei proudly declared, puffing up a little more as he tried to muster his most fearsome stance. Steve was quiet for a moment, finally nodding slowly.

  “Okay… You’re a super soldier?” Steve questioned, and Alexei looked offended at the fact that Steve had the nerve to even remotely question his words.

  “Yes!” Alexei cried in reply. Yelena chose that moment to make her approach, a smirk playing across her face as she decided to take this opportunity to hurry the process to making things interesting.

  “This is dad, Star Spangled Speedo. He formally challenges you to a spar here in the arena,” Yelena explained, stepping up next to Alexei as she patted his shoulder. Alexei furrowed his brow, looking at her unhappily.

  “I wanted to say that!” Alexei whined, and Steve squinted, looking between them in shock.

  “Your dad?”

  “Yes, it is our dad,” Yelena declared, gesturing between her and Natasha. “Keep up.”

  “Do you accept the challenge?” Alexei asked, mustering his greatest and most threatening voice. Steve finally nodded, getting it as he finally understood what Alexei was wanting him to do.

  “Well… It can be arranged… Let’s just give each other some time to warm up—”

  “No time for warm-up. We put on gloves and go straight for it like men. Like our real battle so many years ago!” Alexei excitedly declared, smacking his fist into his hand. Natasha just groaned, she and Melina sharing a glance as Steve reluctantly agreed.

  Alexei and Steve headed over to the equipment, putting on their gloves, and they headed to the arena. Melina, Natasha, Yelena, and Kate all approached the edge of the arena, getting ready to witness the outcome of this fight.

  Kate leaned close to Natasha from where she was standing at her side, and she whispered to her softly.

  “Do you think your dad’s going to win?” Kate questioned, her tone soft, and Natasha just shook her head.

  “I hope not,” Natasha drily replied, and Kate just huffed, grinning as she leaned into Natasha’s side playfully.

  “Don’t you want your dad to win? He’s your dad,” Kate pointed out, laughing a little as she kept her voice down.

  “Yeah. And that’s exactly why I don’t want him to. We’ll never hear the end of it, and we’ll have to suffer through countless future visits with him recounting the time he beat Captain America for a second time,” Natasha explained, and Yelena suddenly leaned in on Natasha’s other side, raising an eyebrow.

  “What are we discussing?” Yelena glanced at Kate but primarily focused her attentions on Natasha.

  “Not wanting your dad to win,” Kate laughed a little, and Yelena rolled her eyes, looking just as impressed with the situation as Natasha seemed.

  “If he wins… It’s going to be bad,” Yelena declared, her having nothing but the utmost of confidence in the statement.

  Kate raised her eyebrows, shrugging as she decided to watch and see what happened. She did not quite know their dad as well as they did, but she suspected that they were probably right.  She just wanted to give them a little bit of a hard time and mess with them a little.

  Alexei and Steve hoisted themselves into the arena, the both of them taking off their shoes. Steve rolled his shoulders, loosening them, and Alexei stretched his arms, his elbows extending as far backward as he could make them. Steve bounced on his toes lightly, getting the blood pumping, and Alexei pulled his shirt off as he got into his pose as he prepared to fight.

  Melina whistled in admiration, and Yelena instantly facepalmed. Natasha wrinkled her nose just a little in disgust as Yelena lingered close to her. Kate snorted, no doubt enjoying their somewhat childish display. Seeing them both cringing and squeamish over their parents was such a typical kid-like thing, and it was odd to see two full-grown widows acting so hilariously goofy.

  Alexei gazed at her proudly as he puffed up a bit, far too pleased with himself as he looked at her happily.

  “I will win this one for you, my dear,” Alexei promised, nodding to her, and Melina just smiled a little in reply to him. Yelena turned her head to look at Melina.

  “Ugh… Did you really have to do that?” Yelena asked Melina, nothing but the utmost revulsion in her tone. Melina shrugged, smiling a little as she redirected her attention to Alexei. Yelena and Natasha shared a disgusted glance before mirroring her action.

  “Are you ready, Captain America?” Alexei questioned, ready to go as he eyed Steve. Steve had not bothered taking his shirt off, but his feet were bare.

  “Yep. You can call me Steve, though,” Steve said, smiling kindly, and Alexei shook his head slowly.

  “No, I must call you by your title. It is form of respect for my opponent. After all, we are like two sides of same coin, yes?” Alexei stated proudly, and Steve just huffed a little, shaking his head.

  “I guess,” he conceded, quite obviously not sure what Alexei meant but humoring him anyways. He nodded to him, and the battle begun.

  Alexei wasted no time as he lunged forward, attempting to grab him. Steve quickly dodged, and while it was apparent that Alexei had the size advantage even over Steve of all people, it was also equally apparent that Steve had the advantage in speed and in almost every other skill.

  Alexei turned quickly, facing Steve as he chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

  “You are fast… But not fast enough for the Red Guardian,” Alexei proudly announced before moving in and swiftly throwing a punch, attempting to grab him just afterward. Steve evaded the punch easily, and Alexei’s hand gazed him.

  At that moment, Steve took the opportunity to lightly punch him in the stomach, not truly wanting to cause harm but also offering just a bit of a fight. Alexei let out a sharp breath with the hit, turning toward him as he narrowed his eyes.

  “You’re a bigger guy. Try shooting more for defense and striking when my guard’s down,” Steve instructed, and Alexei snorted with disdain.

  “The Red Guardian does not sit and wait. The Red Guardian attacks without warning,” Alexei told him before suddenly reaching out and striking. Steve brought an arm up to block him, and Alexei did actually manage to make contact this time.

  Alexei took the opportunity to throw several more punches, and Natasha just watched, quietly and wordlessly hoping that Steve would quit taking it easy on him and do something already.

  Steve finally moved forward, punching him with more force than he had before, and Alexei stumbled backward, surprise written in his features. Yelena took that as her opportunity to speak up.

  “Come on, you pansies, stop holding back!” Yelena called, announcing Natasha’s thoughts. Yelena flashed Natasha a knowing look, having apparently known what Natasha was thinking and having chosen to help her out. Natasha gazed at her gratefully, a slight smile on her face as she redirected her attentions back to the two fighting.

  Steve waited for a moment, Alexei throwing out a kick as he tried to throw Steve off. However, using the fact that Alexei was off-balance in the aftermath of the kick, Steve grabbed his leg, pulling forward. With the movement, Alexei suddenly hit the mats with a loud boom, and his eyes went wide, shock written in his features. Steve looked down at him, offering a smile as he extended his hand.

  “Best two out of three?” Steve suggested, and Alexei shook his head, quick to argue against the fact that Steve had actually won this one.

  “Look, look, that was not technically win. See, I let you have upper hand to trick you,” Alexei insisted, and Steve just huffed a little as Alexei started trying to sit up, his beer gut getting the better of him as he fought against it.

  “Sure,” Steve replied simply, and Alexei finally managed to get to his feet.

  “No, no, let’s go again! I will show you this time!” he cried, and they went at it again.

  Melina let out a breath as she shook her head. The women headed away from the ring, stepping back a bit as they moved to talk amongst themselves.

  “While he is having legendary battle with Captain America… I remember you said you are good with swords? Why don’t we spar and you show me your skill?” Melina suggested as she directed her attentions to Kate, her eyes glowing with the idea of the challenge. Kate glanced at Natasha uncertainly, but despite that evident trepidation in Kate’s expression, Natasha could tell that she was about to agree.

  Therefore, Natasha herself stepped in, not about to allow Kate to fall into that trap. She knew Melina, and she knew that Melina sometimes did not know when to restrain herself. Despite the kindness that lived within her heart, there was a cruel streak as well, and Natasha was not always sure where they each began and ended.

  Natasha shook her head, speaking up.

  “Look, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Kate’s good, but you’ve… You’ve been through extensive training your entire life, and—”

  “C’mon, Tasha! She won’t hurt me. It’s just a spar, so we won’t even be using the real sharp ends,” Kate tried to persuade her, and Natasha just looked at her carefully as another thud from Alexei hitting the floor sounded off again.

  Natasha assumed that Kate likely wanted to do this both because she loved sword-fighting and also because the idea of training with someone this experienced was a tantalizing thought. She just wished that Kate did not want to take Melina of all people up on a sparring offer.

  Just as Natasha opened her mouth to speak and continue her argument, Melina suddenly interjected, adding in her own comment.

  “I was trained using sharp ends, but I suppose exception can be made,” Melina pointed out, and Natasha let out a long breath, looking at Melina in warning. This entire idea did not make Natasha feel too good, and Melina’s words were not helping.

  “Look, Natashka, if Little Bishop thinks she can handle Mom Melina, let her go. I would like to see her thrown on her butt,” Yelena explained, and Kate nodded along in complete agreeance until she fully focused on the last statement. She furrowed her brow, looking at Yelena swiftly.

  “Wait… Which one of us are you talking about?” Kate asked uncertainly, and Yelena shrugged nonchalantly, nothing but the utmost of indifference in her body language.

  “Either, honestly,” Yelena laughed far too wickedly, and Melina just eyed her daughter wisely.

  “Do not worry, I will not disappoint. Kate is skilled, I am sure, but not everyone has been through Red Room over four times,” Melina declared, a certain weariness in her tone but also a decided pride in her ability to endure and survive.

  Kate raised her eyebrows, looking at Natasha in horror as she took in fully what that meant. Natasha sighed, looking at her tiredly as Kate finally realized what she had been trying to tell her all this time.

  They headed over to the swords, and Melina examined the weapons on the wall. She considered them for a long moment before finally picking one that she wanted.

  Kate looked at Natasha worriedly as she realized that this was not going to be quite like fencing. This was going to be heavily dependent upon how well that Kate had learned from Clint as well as some of her fencing skills. Kate let out a breath as she went for the sword that she always chose during sparring practice.

  Kate took down a chest piece and Melina turned to face her as she let the tip of the sword touch the ground, her hand resting on the hilt as she waited for Kate to put on her armor. Kate looked at her uncertainly.

  “Umm… Aren’t you going to put on some armor?” Kate asked tentatively, and Melina shook her head, nothing but utter calmness in her gaze as she regarded the girl.

  “That will not be necessary,” Melina answered levelly, not betraying any emotion as she continued to wait. Kate swallowed, raising her eyebrows as she slipped on her chest armor.

  Natasha stepped up next to her, grabbing a helmet. As soon as Kate looked up at her, Natasha reached up and sat the helmet on her head, pushing it down so that it was fully covering her face and neck. Kate just huffed a little, and Natasha looked at her carefully.

  “Are you sure about this?” Natasha asked softly, and Kate nodded.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well… Be careful, and give her all you got,” Natasha whispered to her, lifting the helmet just enough to lift herself on her tiptoes and kiss Kate’s nose.

  Kate grinned and Natasha slid the helmet back down over her head. She moved out of Kate’s way, letting her head over with Melina to the mats on the floor that were not part of the arena that Alexei and Steve were currently sparring in.

  At telltale thud sounded again, and Natasha glanced over, noting Alexei on the floor yet again. Natasha shook her head, looking back at the situation at hand.

  They bowed to one another, and they drew their swords, preparing as they got into stance. Melina eyed her carefully, remaining loose yet disciplined in her motion as she prepared. Kate watched her closely, and Natasha and Yelena stood to the side.

  They were circling around each other, and Natasha already did not like the looks of it. She did not want to see Kate hurt even on accident.

  “Somebody move already. You look like hermit crabs with how you’re walking sideways around each other,” Yelena rushed them, and with the urging, Kate suddenly moved forward, striking.

  Instantly, Melina blocked it, starting to move in on Kate. Kate stopped her swiftly, the clang of metal resounding with her forceful halting of the movement.

  “Hm. Quick reflexes,” Melina nodded slowly, observing Kate.

  “Thanks. One of my strong points,” Kate grinned a little before moving in for more action.

  Natasha held her breath inadvertently, unable to help the fear running through her. She mostly trusted Melina but things happened. Melina simply maneuvered her sword, stopping each of Kate’s hits, and with Kate’s last blow, Melina hit her sword, bringing up her hand as she shoved Kate backward. Kate was thrown off a bit, but she quickly recovered.

  “You focus too much on offensive tactic,” Melina pinpointed, and Kate shrugged just a bit.

  “I like winning,” Kate admitted, joking in her tone but also quite a bit of truth in the statement. Melina narrowed her eyes.

  “Perhaps. But trying to land hits only tires you out. Opponent takes advantage and makes strike when you are catching breath,” Melina pointed out just before leaping into action, pulling out moves that were not exactly the clean techniques taught in fencing. Kate dodged the first one and successfully blocked the second. She then moved in with a counterstrike that actually made notable contact with Melina’s windbreaker jacket where it had gathered up around her waist.

  Natasha could not help but find herself extremely impressed with her other baby sister figure. For Kate to have actually gotten in a hit on someone as seasoned and skilled as Melina spoke volumes of Kate’s own ability at her young age.

  Melina paused, raising an eyebrow before looking back at Kate.

  “Impressive. I suppose time for holding back is passed,” Melina told her, and Kate’s eyes went wide as Melina moved in swiftly, throwing strike after strike as she relentlessly fought Kate. Kate swiftly blocked her, dodging and doing all that she could to keep Melina from getting a hit.

  “Holding back? I’m barely breaking a sweat,” Kate managed to breathe as she blocked Melina.

  “Keep garbage talk at minimum,” Melina successfully used the phrase completely incorrectly, and Kate could not help but laugh despite how much of her focus was being centered on keeping Melina’s hits at bay.

  Natasha watched nervously, having to hold herself back from moving in and interfering. Yelena took her hand softly, squeezing it in reassurance as she excitedly watched the fight without a word.

  “Wow, you’re good,” Kate confessed as she continued to block. Melina huffed slightly.

  “Flattery will get you nowhere,” Melina informed her before unexpectedly jabbing a couple of times, and Kate barely managed to block them. Melina then laid a blow across Kate’s chest armor. Kate happened to lose her footing as she reached the edge of the mats, and Melina threw in a final blow to her chest, causing Kate to fall on her behind. Kate looked up at Melina in surprise, and Melina smiled just a little, amusement reading in her features.

  “Wow… Fake-out followed by hitting while they’re down,” Kate breathlessly acknowledged the technique.

  “First rule of Red Room fighting. Play dirty if needed,” Melina said, and Kate could not help but laugh a little as she took her helmet off. She reached up, grabbing Melina’s offered hand, and Natasha stepped closer with Yelena at her side.

  “Well, this isn’t the Red Room. But playing dirty is a valuable skill,” Natasha allowed, looking at Melina with some fondness in her eyes.

  She was pleased with the older woman for not hurting Kate, and while she had not been entirely convinced that she would, she knew what Red Room training could do, especially when someone was cycled through as many times as Melina had been in her lifetime.

  Melina just smiled, a poorly disguised love in her expression as she gazed at her oldest daughter.

  “You have trained her well. She is better than some widows with her sword,” Melina complimented, and Kate’s eyes lit up with excitement as she eyed her.

  “Let’s not blow Kate Bishop’s head up too big,” Yelena declared, and Natasha just huffed a little, smirking playfully at her.

  Despite Yelena’s comment, Natasha could not help but feel her heart swell with pride. It was both a compliment to her ability to teach and to Kate’s talent, and Natasha was proud on both accounts. Of course, Clint had taught her sword fighting primarily, but Natasha had a role in it as well, and she had been the one to teach her the concept of fighting dirty.

  “Thank you. Hawkeye trained her primarily in sword fighting, but she’s had experience with me pulling dirty moves on her in sparring,” Natasha explained, giving credit where credit was due, and Kate could not help but laugh a little as she looked at her.

  “I’ll say. She’s knocked me on my butt tons of times with those dirty moves,” Kate spoke up, and Natasha smiled at her slyly. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, however, they were suddenly interrupted by a thud. It was different from the giant, earth-shaking, telltale thud of Alexei hitting the floor, and it immediately drew the attention of all four of the women.

  To their shock and horror, Steve was lying on the floor, and Alexei was looking down at him in surprise as he stood there, his mouth hanging open. He slowly looked up at Melina before grinning widely, raising his arms victoriously.

  “I defeated Captain America!!!!” he cried, and Natasha just gaped, trying to figure out how. The floor where Alexei and Steve had been fighting was covered in wetness, and it was then that she realized that Alexei was dripping in sweat. He must have gotten the floor wet from the amount of times that he hit the floor from Steve knocking him down, and Steve must have slipped and fell as a result.

  Natasha could not help but feel her stomach turning just a bit from the thought of that much sweat coming off of him.

  Melina clapped for Alexei, offering a small and short whoop, and he bowed as Steve dragged himself to his feet, the unexpected fall having knocked the breath out of him.

  Yelena slowly looked at Natasha in utter horror and Natasha looked at her and Kate, nothing but the utmost dread in her gaze. There was a moment of silence between the three until Kate suddenly burst into laughter, far too amused, and Yelena rolled her eyes with a groan.

  “At least you don’t have to visit them on all holidays… We’re never hearing the end of it,” Yelena pointed out.

  Kate just laughed harder.

[samspenandsword]

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Warnings: 18+ (minors gtfo): implied smut, aftercare, afterglow, tooth-rotting, heart-pounding fluff and sweet nothings and confessions.

Ship request 👄

When I was thinking of your request and what I know about you, I really couldn't help but think of our beloved Commander Wolffe. The first time he saw you, you were wearing washed out black skinny jeans, a red crop top with lips to match, your hair in loose waves looking perfect for gripping, and to say Wolffe's eyes were glued to you is an under-fucking-statement. I see Wolffe as someone who in theory would love to have a partner, a companion, but in practice is just far more comfortable with a physical relationship that develops into something more. So you guys would have hot fucking sex to start, and slowly, over time, you would see more and more of Wolffe's golden heart showing. Our commander eyeroll doesn't open up his heart to others easily, but once he does, you can't help but cherish it. I like to think that you'd be the one to introduce Wolffe to the gift that is pizza and pasta and good carbs. He's particularly fond of spicy sausage pizza, homemade lasagna, and a good brown wheat bread, like the kind you'd get at space-Cheesecake Factory. I also think you would be the one to introduce him to cold brew, and though he prefers just regular, black drip coffee, he does find himself occasionally liking the mellower, smoother flavor of cold brew. He's also become quite adept at making your blends and iced coffees in the mornings, both of you a little grumbly until the caffeine fully hits.

Wolffe could feel his heart calm as he came down from his climax. He'd never realized how simultaneously fun and intense and passionate sex could be until you came into his life. And he had quickly become addicted to the feeling of you around him, surrounding him, on top of him, beneath him. He simply became addicted to you. In the same way you always (semi-jokingly) said you couldn't live without your morning iced coffee, he had come to realize that you were simply essential. Essential to his life and his heart. Essential to him. You were curled up into his side, leg thrown over his, dark hair a spectacular mess he proudly owned up to. Your skin was slightly tacky, still slightly slickened from the aftermath of your activities. But Wolffe found he didn't mind, hand smoothing down the curve of your spine. You simply wiggled closer, sighing happily, and Wolffe knew he'd do anything to hear that little sigh as often as possible. For it, too, felt essential. "Comfortable, cyar'ika?" Wolffe's tone had a hint of his normal, dry humor in it, but was overwhelmingly fond. He dropped a slow kiss to your crown. "Mmm." "Should get you cleaned up," Wolffe rumbled, not making any effort to get up and do so. You didn't move either. "Mhmm." Several minutes passed, nothing but content silence and loving touch passing between the two of you. And then, as if in sync, you lifted your head from where it lay on his shoulder and he dipped down. The kiss was sated, slow, and contained a rare tenderness for the two of you. Wolffe instantly knew he wanted to kiss you like this more often. "Come on, mesh'la. I'll make coffee after we shower." The speed at which you leapt up and bounded into the fresher made Wolffe chuckle. Forty minutes, and another pair of orgasms later, you were perched on the kitchen counter, smiling as Wolffe set down a glass of iced coffee, straw curled into a fun little twist. You sipped it happily and Wolffe smiled fondly at you, raising his own steaming mug to his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gentle, content curl of his lips, just as it always did. "Come here," you said, reaching forward to cradle the back of his neck. Wolffe leaned forward, returning your kiss. He tasted heady and of coffee, and it made your head spin. "Thanks." Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper against his lips. You weren't just thanking him for the coffee, but you weren't sure you had the courage to speak your heart quite yet. But Wolffe didn't need you to. Your words were confession enough for him. "Anytime, cyar'ika," he murmured back, pressing your lips together once more. "Anytime." And his words were confession enough for you, too.

[wromwood]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 

Was tagged by @penny-anna​ to do this!

.... OK, I’m gonna be upfront. Since I’ve been focusing on my original work, I haven’t written/published an actual fanfic in a long time. All my fanfic is old, and since my writing has gotten a lot stronger since then, it’s a bit hard to share things. As a result, I’ll only share four fics, not five.

Still, let’s get started from oldest to newest!

Different Shoes (Doctor Who)

In which the Doctor and Jamie visit Victoria, along with three babies and some stories to tell. (Parent AU- Triplets, during season 6B)

Just reread this short piece and GOD I just flipflop in terms of who the narration is focusing on. I wish I could say I’ve improved since then, but according to my recent writing workshops, I might have just gotten worse. Anyway, I’m still very fond of this piece. It’s a little clunky in parts, but it shows off my three lovable parent AU OCs as adorable babies.

Dungeons and Dragons and Dad (Stranger Things)

Bob Newby is alive and well, but worried when he finds out that Will's friends have been ditching his Dungeons and Dragons campaign. What better way to cheer up his stepson than to play with him? 

Ohhhh, my “Bob Newby marries Will’s mom and becomes his stepdad AU”! Of all the AUs that I wish I had the time, dedication, and talent to fully write out, this one is certainly up there. I’m glad I was even able to complete this fic. I just HAD to manifest Will getting some attention and love from one of my favorite characters in the whole damn show. (You can tell I wrote this not longer after watching Season 3)

Still Hot (Lord of the Rings)

In which Sam bakes a pie for Frodo and has to keep it safe as it cools. 

There’s not much to say about this one. Sam baked a pie. It’s cute.

Mad Science (Doctor Who)

 “And we assumed...that, like myself, you had brought a donation.”

 “Well, I can’t see how you convinced yourselves of that,” the Doctor grumbled, “when I never had anything even like a donation-”

 The Doctor’s throat tightened; he swallowed around the words trapped there. He shivered, this time in fear rather than disgust.

 “Where’s Jamie?”

The Doctor encounters a horrific society of mad scientists that has gathered under the nose of a respectable biology convention. To make matters worse, he's lost track of Jamie, and this society does rather shocking things to lifeforms they see as lesser species.

... WELP. I forgot that my most recent and therefore strongest fic was a relatively hardcore smut fic. But at only a couple years old, it’s the closet to my current quality of writing, and I’m still pretty proud of it. It’s exciting, tense, and (according to feedback) it more than just gets the job done as “aliens made them do it�� fic. Technically I didn’t “finish” it, but I just need to add an epilogue at some point.

Thanks again for including me in this game! Even though I get more sheepish about my past work with each passing day, it’s still cool to see both how much fun I had writing these stories in my early days and how far I’ve come since then.

[tojisun]

okay but toji calling you “kid/kiddo” bc of the age and size difference between you two 😮‍💨

ive read a few fics where he does this and its the hottest thing ever 😵‍💫

YES! i always go feral whenever i see fics of toji just casually dropping "kid." like? the visuals are so strong, i cantt. and ur so right! it perfectly encapsulates the age and size difference between you two 💞💕💖💓💗💕

that said, my brain went brr and i sped through these little snippets of toji calling you "kid." hope u like it bb <33333

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Sleepy mornings:

You pad downstairs, rubbing your eye with your fist, trying to rouse from the sleepiness. It’s not even that early anymore, and yet you still feel so exhausted, trudging about until you reach the kitchen. You beeline towards the already-filled coffee pot, mumbling a quick good morning to the familiar silhouette in the kitchen who is watching you stumble about with vague amusement.

He huffs a fond laugh when you bumped into the counter, and it makes you smile a bit even as you grumble in pain.

With shaky fingers, you reach for the coffee pot only to have it snatched away by Toji. You turn to him, a look of betrayal overcoming your sleepy features.

“Wha? Toji, whu?” You ask, words slurring, eyes still squinted in exhaustion. You can barely see Toji’s face but going by the fact that he’s taken your coffee, he’s either frowning or grinning. Maybe even a bit of both.

“Nah, kid, no coffee today,” Toji replies, placing the pot on the counter behind him. “How about we just sleep in again?”

That makes you perk up, a small smile replacing your pout. “Mkay,” you say before walking out of the kitchen and climbing up the stairs to your shared room. Toji hovers behind you, watching over your fumbling steps, your feet slowly shuffling about until it misses the landing. Toji curses before completely snatching you up and carrying you.

“Careful,” he whispers, worried face peering down at you. “You coulda been hurt.” You blink, feeling more awake as your heart thuds loudly in your chest, awareness slamming in you the moment you lost your balance and ended up in Toji’s arms.

“M’sorry,” you whisper, voice quiet. Then, you smile. “But thanks, hero.”

You clamp down on a squeal at the sight of tan skin blossoming into a flush.

“Whatever,” Toji grumbles, shyly looking away. But with the way his ears and neck flush, staining his skin redder, nothing was able to wipe away the fondness in your eyes.

. . . . . . . . .

Worries:

Toji shifts to stand in front of you, pulling at your wrist until you are fully hidden by his back. There’s a tense silence between the two of them, and despite the comfort that Toji brought with him, you still tremble in fear, skin cold as dread continues to spread through the webs of your veins.

“Whatever,” the thug finally grouches after the heavy stare-down. Toji huffs, fist still tight around your wrist. He doesn’t move until the echoing footsteps fade into silence, completely leaving you in the comfort of Toji.

You do not even notice your erratic breathing or the way tears trickled from the corner of your eyes, focused on nothing but the warmth of Toji’s hand. But you feel him let go and a whine bubbles from your throat, locked knees buckling as you pitch forward to chase him.

“C’mere,” Toji whispers, gentle as he pulls you in his embrace. You fumble with your steps, before collapsing on his chest, head ducking underneath his chin. Your eyes flutter when you feel his warm palm rubbing soothing circles on your back, careful as they slide down your spine as if chasing away the thug’s awful touch.

Toji presses a kiss on the crown of your head. He says, “You’re safe now, kid,” his voice still quiet and tender. “I promise you that.”

And you believe him completely.

. . . . . . . . .

Subsequently, its sibling, “brat”:

You squeak, ducking to the other side of the table as Toji rounds towards the opposite where you were just hovering at. He’s dripping wet, having been doused with soda after you sat on his lap, popped open a can which proceeded to explode on his face.

“It was an accident, Toji-san, I swear!” You say, jolting away when Toji almost got too close.

“No it wasn’t,” Toji responds, hissing and eyes narrowing in accusation. “I saw you shake the damn can.”

You gasp dramatically, pressing your palm flat on your chest. “I did no such thing!”

Toji rolls his eyes but his scarred lips quirk in a small smile, eyes sparkling in amusement. Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling giddy.

A blink and then Toji is swooping you off your feet, hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You squeal, legs thrashing and accidentally kicking Toji’s stomach. A grunt escapes his lips and you start, stilling, your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you cringed in guilt.

“Caught you, you brat,” Toji says, voice still winded.

“Sorryyy,” you reply even though you can only see his toned back, your voice drawling out and not really sounding apologetic. He smacks your ass in response.

“Toji-san!”

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[writing-good-vibes]

otis driftwood x reader (polaroid photos)

bonus content, bonus content !! written for @lucifers-horror-harem because i forgot a whole half of the summer prompt she sent me 👀 what can i say, the spirit compelled me in such a way and now i get to deliver another little drabble for y'all !! WARNING for talk of murder but other than that, surprisingly fluffy. 💗 also it weirdly feels very mama firefly centric but i swear it is still technically otis x reader.

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

Mama loved taking photos.

She loved a lot of things that helped her keep the family together, or to keep mementos of them, anyway. Cooking dinners, keeping scrap books, taking photos. Family bonding.

Mama may have been a lot of things, but she was always best at being a mother.

You'd fitted into the family just perfectly; joined her precious hoard of children. Kept Baby occupied and pulled your weight around the house with RJ, you always found time for Tiny and you made Otis happier than Mama thinks she might of ever seen him.

Mama's scrapbooks usually lean towards the more grotesque side. Blood and skins and anguish and pain. A real horror show held within leather bound pages and pasted in polaroids.

But there was one she kept, had been keeping since long before her any of her babies were born. In this scrapbook she kept the other parts of her life, of all your lives.

Baby pictures, locks of hair, candid shots on sunny days and posed pictures on special occasions. Mama, with a sash across her chest and a tiara on her head. Baby, with a gap still between her teeth, and Otis give a smile around a birthday cake. RJ poses bashfully by one of the first cars he fixed up proper. Long before the fire ever touched him, Tiny half-smiles at the camera.

Nowadays, Baby is usually the only one receptive enough for these types of pictures. She poses and smiles while her brothers grumble and snap "get that away, mama". Even you're not too fond of the camera, shying away unless Baby can convince you otherwise.

That doesn't mean that the photographs with you in them aren't mama's favourite. Quite the contrary, actually. Because where you are, Otis is sure to be close by.

There are several pictures, mostly candid, of you and Otis, pasted proudly in this album. Photographs where Otis doesn't have that cold, cutthroat look in his eyes. Instead he looks fond. Fond of you tucked against his side. Fond of the way you smile self-consciously at the camera, or at least Mama, who is holding it. In almost every picture he looks fond of you. Nothing more, nothing less. That's how mama likes him best, though she'd rather be dead than the day ever come that she had tell him so.

But even so, here in these pages, with their polaroid memories, Mama can see what could have been and what always is, somewhere below the surface but there all the same.

[naivesilver]

wait, nevermind, I forgot the most important prompt ask. please, pick a prompt from any of the ask games and write for whatever character you so desire. whatever catches your eye. ;) 💕

Thank you so much for all these prompts, and especially for the freedom and trust you've put into this one - I hope you'll be happy to learn I have decided to make a treat for you with it :^) I don't know, I thought you deserved a win and some old people sappiness 💗

Found Family Prompts

I want to grow old with you.

"Pierrot came to speak with me today, did he tell you?"

"Did he?" Leona muses, distractedly, pulling at the thread in her hand to finish the last stitch. "What did he want to talk about?"

They're both sitting on Marco's living room couch, him fiddling with the remote, her patching up a hole in one of the boys' shirts - she's not sure whose, at this point. It's like both of them spend most of their week running headfirst into thorn bushes, honestly, and their pieces of clothing make the rounds at a speed she can't hope to keep up with.

If Leona were a couple decades younger she'd make herself more comfortable in that spot, huddling against the man's side and tucking her feet under her body, but she fears her spine would never forgive her if she did, so she makes do with leaning her head on Marco's shoulder as he replies, amusement in his voice: "He wanted advice about charming girls. He's going after one, I believe-"

"Yes, yes, young Olympia, I've heard all about her," she scoffs, and then, as she grasps the full meaning of his words: "And he came to ask you for help? Really?"

"Now, don't sound so surprised," Marco grumbles, with a mock-gruff voice that makes her laugh out loud. "I didn't do so bad for myself, did I? I got the most beautiful woman in town."

"Yes, and you've taught my son all about how to be a shameless flatterer, I bet."

"He's a fast learner, I'll admit." He goes quiet for a second, his free hand stroking her hair, then, much lower than he spoke before: "Do you mind? That he asked me, and not you?"

Leona shoots him a puzzled glance, her brows knitted together. "What? Marco, my love, why would I mind?"

"You're his mother. You're the one he should be in confidence with."

"But I'm not a man, which is what he needed today, from the looks of it." She abandons her needlework to put a comforting hand on his leg. "And besides, look. I want to grow old with you, so-"

A guffaw escapes his lips, jostling her somewhat. "Our children would call us old already, Leona, don't you think?"

Leona sighs, but it's fond, not at all as tired as she pretends to be. "Because they're little fools, just like we were at their age. May I continue?"

"Go on, go on, don't let me interrupt you."

"As I was saying- I do mean it, dear. I want us to be a family, all four of us. I want you and me to still be together when we're wrinkly like prunes and I can't see my stitches anymore. That comes with knowing my boy can talk to you, and yours can talk to me, and- and I'm not unhappy with it, really. They need us both, and we love them both. Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, it's not." Marco presses a soft kiss to her temple, and Leona fancies she can feel his smile in it. "You're so wise, did you know? I don't know how I managed to- to pull you, to use Pierrot's words."

"Oh, gods, did he really say that? What did you tell him?"

"That it was my endless charm that attracted you, of course."

"Flatterer and untruthful, then. You know what, I've changed my mind- I don't want those boys near you any longer, you scoundrel. You're a bad influence on them."

"Oh, how the tables have turned. I'm sure Lampwick will be happy to hear you say that, my heart."

[firewoodwander]

bc my dude, i just read an adorable crosshair-wrecker fic earlier today and rent free in my brain baby, so for a request 😤 crosshair is being a bitch (as he do) and wrecker drags him back to his bunk, and gives him a reason to be happy and not mean instead....... via tickle fight! (maybe also ticklish kisses bc shippy stuff allowed) which. is incredibly one sided. crosshair gets his ass handed to him 1v1. grumbling jerk to laughing his lungs out, perfect cheer up (۶•౪•)۶💗 basically: fluffy fluff i need it after how the season went, if you're up to it! i think it's called crosswreck 🤔

I can do my best!

“Tech,” says Omega, for the fifth time, “what’s this one do?”

“That is a game,” Tech says. “Echo and Wrecker like it.”

“A game? Oh… cool. And this?”

“That one—”

The datapad Crosshair was toying with clatters piercingly to the floor. He gets up and wanders back through the ship on heavy footsteps, gaining an unimpressed glare from Echo on the way.

“What,” he growls.

Echo arches a brow. “Hunter is trying to sleep.”

“I don’t know how he can, when those two won’t give it a rest.”

“Doesn’t help when you keep crashing around,” Hunter himself mutters, arm over his face where he’s sprawled over a chair. “Calm the kriff down.”

“Why is it—hey!”

Crosshair cuts himself off with a yell when he’s jerked right off his feet. He immediately brings his hands down on Wrecker’s arm, bent over it and dangling. “Wrecker! Let go.”

“Nope,” Wrecker replies gleefully, turning them around and walking them right down to the back of the ship. No squirming Crosshair does gets him to budge, although there’s no betting he knows Cross isn’t exactly trying his hardest.

“Wrecker! What’s your problem?”

“You haven’t smiled in ages now.”

“And what has that—ah! Ah, oh no, no, ahaha—Wrecker, no!”

Having landed heavily in Wrecker’s bunk, there’s barely a second before Crosshair’s sides are practically assaulted by his large hands. Fingers tap and dance along his ribs, potent even through his blacks; Crosshair finds himself convulsing with ticklishness, rolling with a wheezing laughter he’s mortified to find he can’t fight against.

“Stop it!” he gasps. “Ah, Wrecker! Wre—cker, lay off!”

Wrecker does, sitting back with a tinge of concern around his grin. Crosshair gasps for air, twitching the leg he has over Wrecker’s lap to nudge him in the side.

“You’re awful,” he says. There’s no bite whatsoever in it, and once he’s levered himself up onto his elbows Crosshair throws himself forward, grappling Wrecker around the middle and attempting to pay back the indecency.

Wrecker cackles loudly, shifting along the bunk as if to escape. His hands grasp at Crosshair again, and he’s strong enough to lift Cross clean off (unfair) and dump him on the mattress.

“That’s more like it!” he laughs. “You can’t beat me now!”

Cross rolls and lurches towards him again, only to be stopped by Wrecker’s fingers finding those weak spots again, unerring, and gusting a wheeze of air right out of Cross’ lungs.

“There we go!” Wrecker beams. “We needed more laughter around here.”

He barely pauses his attack to lean down and kiss Crosshair’s neck, making him jump and jerk away from yet another ticklish spot that Wrecker crows about and continues to kiss down. Crosshair grabs at Wrecker’s arms, ignoring the high pitched giggling from the front of the ship, but can’t quite leverage himself to safety.

“Okay!” he gasps, “Okay! I give—I give!”

His frantic tapping on Wrecker’s arm makes the big guy finally ease up, though his mouth is still warm on Cross’ throat. Crosshair pants for breath, his own hand sliding up to pat Wrecker’s shoulder. He can’t say he minds having him for a blanket. Even a particularly affectionate one.

“Well that’s one way to do it,” Echo murmurs, but his voice is unmistakably fond.

“Yeah,” Hunter snorts. “Maybe we should try that next time.”

“You’ll find your knife in an uncomfortable place,” Crosshair warns him, and then squeaks when Wrecker hauls him closer and kisses his mouth instead.

“Yeah,” Hunter says. “Good luck with that.”

Crosshair gives him the finger with one hand and slides his other around Wrecker’s neck.

[beneathashadytree]

Alright hm!

mirko x gn!reader but college AU

Usually after classes they’d make out in the bathroom stalls and usually the reader is alone in school but she always catches up to them and gives them affection after school at the dorms

RECHARGE - MIRKO/RUMI USAGIYAMA X READER

Warnings : college AU in which they are both in their junior year, making out, exam stress, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff!

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : I’m so so sorry for taking so long to get to this. The writer’s block and complete lack of motivation I had were unreal istg. I’m hoping you haven’t forgotten about this😭 This was nice and relaxing to write about; a good way to get back into writing! Hope you like this 💗💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp.

Masterlist

A hand had inconspicuously dragged them by their shirt, pulling a small surprised noise from the back of their throat as they were tugged into the abandoned bathroom on the second floor.

Before they could yell a few choice words, they were met with a cheeky grin that had their shoulders slumping with relaxation. “You need to work on your sneaking skills between classes.”

“I think they’re perfectly fine, thank you very much,” their girlfriend retorted, mock hurt in her voice as she took their hand in hers.

As had become of their routine, Rumi pulled them into an empty, slightly run-down bathroom stall, locking it behind them just for good measure (though they both knew that no one ever bothered to venture there anymore). With a chuckle at her eagerness, they felt a budding feeling of love swell in their chest at the sight of her brilliant ruby eyes glittering up at her so fondly.

With just about as much restraint as a freshman frat boy at a college party, they gently held the small of her back, cradling the back of her head as they leaned in and pecked her lips sweetly. Though Rumi’s eyes had fluttered closed of their own accord, a small frown etched itself on her face as they pulled away.

“I don’t get to have a single class with you all day, and this is what’s supposed to tide me over?” she huffed, before taking things into her own hands—quite literally—and grabbing the lapels of their shirt to pull them into a proper kiss.

Soft lips nibbled at theirs, her tongue hot and wet in the warmth of their mouth. She tasted as sweet as ever; something so uniquely hers that they couldn’t help but cling to her just a little tighter and hope she could hear their heartbeat thrumming in her throat. Her hand felt sinfully good as it reached up and stroked their cheek, kissing them deeper as she did. A low moan escaped their lips, and Rumi seemed to grin into the kiss as she heard just how deeply she was affecting them.

With a quick playful tug at their bottom lip with her teeth, she pulled back to admire the way their cheeks flushed and that hazy, lovestruck look settled in their eyes.

Still, they would never let her think she won. With a smirk on their face, they asked, “Think you could last another couple of hours without me?”

Rumi snorted, an exasperated but nonetheless fond expression on her face as she pushed them out of the stall. “I’ve lasted the entire junior year so far. I think I’ll survive.”

***

“You are such a liar,” they laughed out, looking down at the way she was currently cuddled into their chest, dressed in the shirt and sweatpants she’d nicked from their wardrobe sometime in the beginning of spring.

“What was that? Thought I heard a little shit complaining about being on the receiving end of their lovely girlfriend’s affection.” Her menacing tone was muffled out by the fabric of their hoodie, and it only served to make her sound all the less threatening.

That pulled another chuckle from them. “I wouldn’t dare. I’m just glad to have you in my arms at the end of the day.”

“You would’ve missed out on ever holding me again if I’d died after tripping over that pile of junk in the doorway,” Rumi grumbled, opening one eye lazily to glare at them.

They sheepishly looked away, their hand reaching up to finger through her thick platinum hair. “Was too tired this morning when I got ready for class. Sorry.”

“Nah, just messing with you,” she replied, gently squeezing their waist a little tighter, “I’ll help you clean up the dorm tonight. You’ve been swamped with midterms, haven’t you?”

They sighed, and for a moment, Rumi could spot the visible signs of exhaustion on their face and detect it in their voice. “You have no idea. Juggling classwork, studying, and attendance sucks ass. I desperately need a breather.”

Their girlfriend looked up, resting her chin on their chest as she grinned. “Lucky you got me, huh?”

For a beat, they remained quiet, before an adoring smile unknowingly crept up on them. Tenderly kissing her forehead, they could revel in their shared warmth that seemed to make up for all the hellish work of the week.

“Yeah, very lucky.”

Taglist: @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hi I really love your writing!! You totally make me fall in love with jaskel, thank you very much for that!! 💗 I was wondering if it'd be okay to make a fanart from one of your fics? Thank you sm for your stories, please have a good day!

Hey! Thank you so much! ^^ They’re a great ship, and the more love for Eskel the better in my book! (The bard has a lot of love, he can share XD)

And that’s so amazing! Uh, yes, definitely. I would be honoured; truly. Sorry, I get a bit flappy and ineloquent when I’m flabbergasted.

Much love and I hope you enjoy the other bits and pieces (on here and AO3). Here, have a little ramble:

Jaskier lounged against Scorpion’s saddle and dangled his feet in the cool water of the river. It was a scorching summer’s day and Eskel had removed the great war horse’s tack to give him some grazing time in the shade. The sun blazed in a cloudless, azure blue sky and Jaskier was grateful for the opportunity to shed his doublet and boots. If one went by his songs alone, one would assume that travelling at a Witcher’s side was glamorous; all monsters, all the time. The reality was... simpler.

Perhaps, in his younger years, he might’ve seen this as a bad thing. He trudged the Path in Geralt’s wake in pursuit of grand ideals; heroics and heartbreak, death and destiny. He’d learned quickly that the grand ideals were a tiny fraction of the story. Witchering was dirty, often boring, work. Lots of tracking, sniffing, waiting and then the battles were often over quickly. If they weren’t, then something had gone badly wrong. With the liberal application of creative license, he’d extracted a living for himself, and a better life—and reputation—for Geralt. Glorious days. Fond memories.

But the White Wolf was far from his mind that afternoon. His lute tucked away with the rest of their packs, he sat and enjoyed the blissful serenade of nature’s music, and admired the view across the river bank. Eskel was fishing. He liked to do this shirtless, bootless, with his trousers rolled up over his thick calves. The glisten of sweat made his bronze skin sparkle, the dark hair on his chest and arms damp with it, his hair swept back from his face so that Jaskier could admire those two golden eyes. His time with Eskel was calmer. Perhaps some might say slower, but as Jaskier’s autumn years progressed and his hair began to tinge with grey, he realised he didn’t care a single jot.

Witty, intelligent and kind, Eskel was the perfect travelling companion. The fact that he was an absolute delight to look at didn’t go amiss either. Look at those arms...

“Are you going to get the sketch pad out?”

“Why’d you ask?”

“You haven’t blinked in three minutes,” Eskel reeled in the line, and then flicked the rod over his shoulder. “And you’ve got a little bit of dribble, right—.” The Witcher indicated the corner of his lip; Jaskier slapped a hand to his face in wide-eyed alarm, only to find his lips and chin perfectly dry thank-you-very-much. With a scowl, he kicked a small cascade of water in Eskel’s direction.

“Cretin,” Jaskier grumbled, but couldn’t hide his smile. “If you will stand there shirtless...”

“You don’t like me shirtless?”

“I don’t like you shirtless and so far away...”

With a hum, Eskel reeled in his line one final time, and then waded to the river bank. Those muscular thighs slid between Jaskier’s legs, two big hands rested on the grassy verge either side. “How about now?” The scent of sweat was so exhaustingly masculine that Jaskier had to take a moment to conserve himself. With all that chest so close, and the way his hipbones dipped in such a scandalous way beneath the waistband of his trousers. Oh sweet Melitele...

Once more or less composed, Jaskier smiled as he cupped that sculpted jaw, thumb brushing gently down those twisted scars that made so many turn away from Eskel in horror. They were just blind. They didn’t see what Jaskier saw. “Much better,” he leaned forward, their lips a whisper apart, “my Witcher wolf.”

Their kiss tasted of comfort, of happiness... and that cheap, god awful wine Eskel had bought from the nearest tavern. A definite three out of ten. Well, noone’s perfect.

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So consider, making love with Shino without his glasses and just buttering him up and edging him cause you wanna see it in his eyes. Hes got such bad abandonment issues, baby needs some love 💗 thanks for the great content op!

Hi.. I wasn’t sure if this was a request, but NO THIRST GOES UNANSWERED!!!!!!!!!

Fuck Man. Jesus. I forget how attracted I am to him until I see his face and then im like woah!!!! hold on??? holy shit he’s a BABE.

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You pressed him deeper into the mattress, lips moving to press sweet kisses to his strong hips. Shino’s hips jerked, hands reaching for your hair. You managed to swat him away, leaning to press a kiss to the back of his hand. He seemed to get the message, and he pulled his hands back up to rest on his chest. 

Your trail your mouth down over the curve of his hip, and then back up. A soft whine resonates through the room, and it shoots pleasure down your spine. He looks beautiful like this. He always does. You want him to know. You want him to remember that you’ll be here. You shift back up to settle on his hips sliding against his cock slowly. His hands instantly clench your hips, pulling you closer to him. This time you allow it. You move your hand to brush against his lips. 

There it is, the look in his eyes. The fondness you have for him rises into your chest, and you sink yourself down to hilt him inside you. You guide yourself slowly along him, and ignore the clench of his hands. He’s trying to pull you, tug you along. He wants more, needs it. You don’t back down, and continue to roll your hips against his at the slow, smooth pace you had set. 

Pressing your fingers softly against the high point of his cheek bone, you make eye contact with him. You watch as his mouth falls open when you bounce against him quicker. The noise that catches in his throat is beautiful, and you wish to hear it again. He stares up at you like you are the only person that matters, and you are, to him. You always will be. 

He wants you to know. He knows you won’t leave. He’s forever grateful for you. You move both hands to rest against his chest as your pace quickens. You watch him now. You watch as his eyelids flutter. You watch as his breathing quickens. His hands clench you harder as he rocks you down against him. He’s close, you can tell by the flush on his neck. Just as quickly as you picked the pace up, you slow it back down. You ignore the grumble that comes from his chest, hips rolling slower again. 

His eyes open again, and you lean to press a kiss to his mouth. He brings a hand to tangle into your hair, bringing you closer. You can taste the desperation on his mouth, and you pull back. Smiling down at him you whisper, “I love you.” Shino knows. He does.