#I wanna go back and be cold and be under blankets and nuzzle my comfort blanket

[teethbomb]

I wanna go back in my bed

[f10werfae]

Sugar Plum Princess

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife

summary: Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: Story is completely fictional and may contain inappropriate content

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“Bunny, what were ya doin’ out there? Shoulda be in here gettin’ warm with me” Henry grumbled helping his precious little wife strip out of her white winter suit, her giggles filling his ears every time he’d lightly spank her ass and jiggle it in his warm hands. “M’sorry never seen snow so thick before! Look, Look!” She squealed excitedly showing him the cute selfies she had taken with her snowman she’d named ‘Hen Bear’ after him.

“Don’t ya jus look adorable sweet pea? Gonna send these to me alright?” He smirked seeing how irresistible she looked, the fact that she was all his and his alone made his cock twitch. Y/n on the other hand had butterflies zooming in her stomach, feeling one of her husbands hands fondling her ass while the other was busy typing on her new phone.

“Really pretty?” She twinkled twirling on her toes, her hands holding onto his blue t-shirt, standing on her toes to nuzzle into his neck; the scruff of his beard scratching her ever so gently. “The prettiest baby” He cooed cupping the back of her head, throwing her phone onto the armchair at the corner of their bedroom. “Now come on, get into bed before ya get a cold sweetpea” Clad in only a flimsy thong and a bra, Y/n found herself being smothered by cuddles and kisses once Henry had tucked them both into the mess of blankets; not that she was complaining she absolutely loved cuddles.

- - -

“Now what did I say about yesterday bunbun?” Henry asked setting down a cup of apple juice by the bed, Y/n’s tired eyes looking up at him lovingly as his fingers brushed over her face. “N-not to go out, but but, the snow s’pretty and I hadta” Y/n mumbled nuzzling herself into the comforters, causing Henry’s heart to crack itself open a tiny bit, his sugar babe was sick and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Earlier on in the wee hours of the morning Y/n had broken into a fever, one which Henry spotted when he turned her over to face him. At the start of their relationship Y/n had always asked that if she turned away from Henry while asleep, he was to turn her around and make sure he was cuddling her, or else as she said “I’ll be really angry and won’t talk to you ever again!” Which was a complete lie because when that did happen, Henry had acted cold as if he didn’t care, ultimately breaking sweet Y/n’s heart; leading him to snatch her up in his arms to show her how much he loved her in their beloved bedroom. “My sweet little wife, ya know you’re all mine right? No one else can have ya but me”

After helping her to take a sip of apple juice, Henry went to his side of the bed and was about to slip in. “Nuh-uh mister, y-you can get sick n’ I don’t wan’ you sick” Y/n squealed cornering herself to the edge of the bed, her legs kicking at Henry to keep him away from her. “No fucking kicking me honey” He grumbled grabbing onto each of her ankles, making her whimper and cower at his massive build. Using his sheer strength he dragged her to him, revealing her naked body, which felt hot to the touch; making Henry wince.

“B-but you’re gonna feel icky if ya come near me H-Hen”

“I don’t give a fuck sugar, you’re my little sugar plum n’ if I wanna cuddle on ya then I will. Do you not want me anymore?” Henry taunted, using his manipulative tone, seeing his bunbun’s mouth fall open and head shake rapidly from

side to side before she let out a loud sob. “O-ow” She whimpered holding onto her head due to the migraines, Henry scoffed before bending down and cradling her head to his chest, “S’okay baby, sometimes your brain is all foggy cause ya too precious, and ya need your husband to clear it”

His hands reached down and felt her hot wet juices start to leak out of her, her second set of lips warm and slick for him. “w-what are you doing b-bear? M’still feelin’ icky” She whined, her arms around his shoulders, her glossy eyes peering into his as his lips softly rubbed themselves against hers; to a point where she had taken initiative and let her tongue run over his lips to coax his out.

“Thought you still felt icky baby?” Henry pulled away, chuckling when he felt her legs lock around his waist to keep him closer, soft whines leaving her as she wiggled in his grasp. “S-stop teasing and bein’ a meanie Hen! W-want you to make the fogginess go away” She whimpered, her cheeks hot to touch along with the rest of her body.

“Course honey, I know jus’ how to make it go away, jus’ let daddy have some of his sweet treat, s’that okay bunbun?” He whispered nudging his nose against hers cutely, his heart clenching when she wrinkled her nose and nodded giddily. “Y-ya promise it’ll work?”

She asked worried, “Have I ever lied to ya sugar?”

“N-no”

Not that she knew anyway.

“S’okay baby, c’mere” Henry grunted, both of them were on their sides facing each other, his hand lifting her leg up whilst his cock slipped through her pussy lips, coating itself in all her goodness. “I-is it bad? Am-am I gonna havta see a doctor?” She asked nervously in between not so subtle moans, her hole was practically clenching around nothing.

“After a’ treat your pussy baby, you won’t need a doctor, promise” Henry smirked fitting his cock into her wet warm fuckhole, her hands around his torso, while his groped and massaged her ass like the rough lumberjack he was. “Let me taste those lips baby, stick that tongue out for me too bunny” His open mouth clamping on top of hers, his spit mixing in with her between their lips as she sucked on his tongue.

Pulling their lips apart, her lips were still wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it as if it was her favourite strawberry sucker, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked up at him as if he was the most amazing thing in the world. “Do ya want some of my medicine baby, promise it’ll make all the ickiness go away” “Mhm wan’ it all da- Hen” She said wide eyed nodding her head,

“Open wide wifey, n’ swallow” He said bringing one hand to cup her jaw, her mouth forming a circle as he spat into his lewdly, feeling his lover’s hole clench at the nickname he called her. After all these months she still found herself getting giddy snd excited anytime he’d call her his wife, “m’ your wife n’ you’re my husband” She’d say at least once a day, almost as if she couldn’t believe it.

Swallowing his saliva readily, Y/n’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head as Henry’s thrusts were deeper and slower, the nestle of curls on his cock itching her clit to a point of rawness, his balls slapping her like it was his hand. “Good girl, gon’ make ya all better honey, promise” He moaned feeling her lips all over his neck, her tongue lazily drawing over it letting it shine with her spit.

“L-love you s-so much, f-feels fuzzy n’ warm” Y/n hiccuped, her own fingers reaching down to hold her lips wider open, letting Henry’s thumb press down directly onto her swollen nub, “Oh- fuck” She gasped while his thumb rubbed rougher circles on her precious sensitive button, “language sugar” He snarked spitting onto her bouncing breasts, licking them up as his thrusts didn’t let down once.

“Fuck baby your tits are so pretty, your nipples beggin’ to be sucked on” He mocked laughing slightly, his lips surrounding a hardened bud while she pressed her tits smothering his face, letting him motorboat her soft pillows; fuck was he in love with his gorgeous wife, n’ he couldn’t help but feel proud at how easy it was for him to get her.

“Imagine these fleshy tits full of milk, all swollen and ready” His mouth greedily moved between each breast, her voice whining and whimpering at each of his filthy words. “N-nothin but my little hole, always so needy and wantin’ attention, but it’s okay baby, i’ll give ya everything ya need” He groaned looking straight back at her, his shaft nearly giving in with each clench and push, her tongue laying out with her eyes rolling back; her lips mumbling incoherent words , “Wan’ it so bad” “m’just your hole b-bear” “W-would you t-take

my milk too, n-not just my hole?” She screamed finally creaming around his shaft, her legs kicking involuntarily while her orgasm rocked through her body. His lips raining kisses all over her face and her lips, her tongue dominating over his lazily as she seemed desperate to taste him.

“I’d take your milk just like this sugar” He moaned gently pulling out, finding the strength to straddle and hover over her torso, his thick paws pushing her tits together dirtily as his length laid in the valley between them. Y/n’s hair was splayed over the pillows majestically, her face dazed and smiley as her tongue gave kitty licks to the head of his shaft, sweat visibly dripping down her face. “W-what else?” She asked.

“I’d fuck your tits everyday bun, treat it like a second pussy, your milk squirting all over me n’ you; letting me taste your sweet treasure that ya made” His balls suddenly felt heavier, his breaths deepening each time he’d thrust and his shaft would go straight into his wife’s mouth. Her breasts surrounding him like a blanket, causing more of his “medicine” to spurt onto her gorgeous face.

“y-yummy” She whispered picking some up with her finger and licking it lewdly, Henry’s lips smashing onto hers affectionately, not caring that he was tasting himself as he licked her face clean and spat it onto her waiting tongue. “W-will I still need the doctor?”

“No honey, you’ll be alright, m’sure of it” He whispered kissing her forehead, feeling her temperature, thankfully their activities had caused her fever to break; all thanks to him. “Y-you love me right?” She asked out of the blue, her fingers twiddling with his beard shyly,

“What sorta question is that? course I do”

“W-well earlier ya didn’t say it back!” She whimpered kissing his chest softly, all over the bite marks she left. “M’sorry sugar plum, swear just forgot, your pussy is jus’ too good” He smirked causing her to giggle and hit his chest, his fingers rubbing over her stomach gently, taking the extra bit of skin in his hands and bending down to kiss and love on it. “I love you so so much” He whispered against her stomach, the part he knew she was most insecure about, but if anything he just saw it as more of her to love. His sugar plum princess.

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[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Broken Furnace

The heat in the whole apartment building was out. With it being winter and a couple feet of snow on the ground, it made for a miserable time. 

Ian was curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown over him. Thank God he didn’t get cold easily. 

“Mick, come on! You’ll miss the movie.” 

“I’m coming, hold your tits!” Mickey’s voice floated out in slight irritation. “Jesus, how long did she say until it’s fixed? It’s fucking freezing in here.” 

“Don’t know,” Ian replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. “She just said she hopes it’ll be back on soon.” 

There was some unintelligible grumbling from the other room which Ian barely paid attention to. “We could go back home if you want,” he said. “Lip won’t mind.” 

“I’m not staying where Philip is anymore than necessary.” 

“You know that everyone knows you two don’t actually hate each other, right?” Ian rolled his eyes. They just tended to throw barbed insults at each other for the fun of it. It wasn’t unusual to find them on the porch sharing a joint and talking. 

Mickey came around the corner, and Ian had to bit his tongue so he wouldn’t full on grin at how fucking adorable his husband looked. 

“Doesn’t mean I wanna see him on my day off,” Mickey said, oblivious to Ian’s expression. 

He was wearing Ian’s hoodie, for one. It was a bit big on him, falling down on his thighs. The sleeves went past his hands too, had to be pulled up so they weren’t covered. That, plus his black sweatpants and thick socks. 

“Move over,” he said gruffly. 

Ian could have, but messing with his husband was much more fun. “No.” 

“What?” Mickey said, surprised. 

“I’m comfortable,” Ian shrugged. “If you want, you can sit on my lap.” 

“Sit on your-no, why are you trying to be so gay, man?” Mickey said, disgruntled. “Just move the fuck over.” 

But Ian just smiled sweetly, and alright, a little smugly too. “Fine, if you don’t wanna sit in my lap, take one of the kitchen chairs.” 

Mickey stared at him in disbelief. 

“Come on, Mick. It’s just us here. No one’s going to see you.” 

He wasn't actually going to force Mickey into it. There were only so many things his husband tolerated before he was uncomfortable. But Mickey must have accepted his fate, grumbling under his breath while plopping down in Ian’s lap. The red-head let out an oof, adjusting himself so he wouldn’t get a cramp. 

“This doesn’t leave this fucking room, got it?” Mickey scowled. 

Ian circled his arms around his freezing husband, feeling him start to relax when the warmth came over him. “Got it.” 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, Ian thought. He could handle a little bit more of this now that Mickey was cuddled up in his arms. If he wouldn’t risk his husband’s temper skyrocketing, he would’ve tried taking a picture. 

He still might. 

“You know, you look pretty damn sexy in my hoodie.” 

“Fuck off,” Mickey said, the tips of his ears going red. “It was the only thing clean since you didn’t do the fucking laundry.” 

Ian would be generous enough not to point out that Mickey’s own hoodie was clean and hanging up in the closet too. Instead, he’d focus on his legs which were currently suffering with the circulation being cut off by the added weight of his husband. “Turn around for me, Mick.” 

“Why? If this is you tryin’ to get a picture, Gallagher, you got another thing coming-” 

“This is me trying to get the circulation back in my legs, asshole,” Ian cut him off. Mickey stared suspiciously, causing him to sigh loudly. “I’m serious, Mickey.” 

He took hold of Mickey’s shoulders, maneuvering him so his back was against Ian’s chest, their legs stretched out and his arms loosely around his husband’s frame. The whole time, Mickey was kind of stiff, so Ian said, 

“If you want me to move, I can.” 

 “No...” Mickey said, voice a bit tight. “S’fine.” 

“You sure?” Ian said, a touch of concern creeping in his own voice. “We don’t have to do this.” 

Mickey nodded, nearly knocking into Ian’s chin in the process. “It’s fine.” 

“Okay,” Ian nuzzled in his hair. “You know, you should grow your hair out again.” 

“Fuck no,” Mickey said with a slight laugh. “That was a one time thing, Red.” 

“You sure?” Ian whispered near his ear. As predicted, he was rewarded with a shiver from Mickey that had nothing to do with the cold. 

“I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on the movie if you keep that up.” 

“Fine by me,” Ian said with a pleased grin. 

“And I ain’t taking any of this off. Too fucking cold for that.” 

“You don’t have to,” Ian tilted his head, kissing down along his neck, hearing the sharp hiss from his husband. He felt Mickey grab onto his knee, squeezing it hard, leaning his head to the side to give him more access. 

They didn’t often leave marks on each other where it could be seen and with the way he was going, it couldn’t be guaranteed that it wouldn’t be seen. 

And really, it was all thanks to the broken furnace. 

[ghostboneswrites2]

Hello hello!!

Love your writing so much just wanted to say thanks :)

I also have a request if you have time

May I request a Daryl x reader during the prison time frame when Reader is up in the watch tower and it starts to rain (they are dry in the tower) and they are just enjoying the smell and sound of the rain when Daryl joins them? Maybe Reader talking about how calm the rain makes them feel? Fluff ensues pls :)))

Again, if you don't have time seriously don't worry about it! Your writing is amazing and I don't want to make you stressed or anything!

Make sure to eat the foods you love and drink lots of water!!

Take care!

Thank you so much for the request anon you are so sweet!!

Note: Reader will be gender neutral since anon used they/them <3 ((also working on some more daryl x gender neutral reader and daryl x non fem pronouns if anyone wants to make those requests when my asks open back up!))

No warnings :) silly fluffy little one shot

Rained In

        Watch duty was always your favorite. You enjoyed the view of the treetops. Even more when it started to rain, and the inside of the tower got dim as the sun was blanketed in gray. 

        You sat near the balcony, just far enough under the awning that you wouldn't be drenched. You hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them, just enjoying the view as the rain showered over the trees.

        "'M supposed to take over for ya." Daryl appeared behind you.

        "Oh, that's okay." You said kindly. "This is my favorite time to watch."

        "When it rains?" He asked, sitting down beside you in a similar position.

        "Yeah." You smiled sadly. "I used to like sitting on my porch and taking a nap to the sound."

        "Mm." He nodded. "I like the smell."

        "Me too. So earthy and sweet."

        "Yeah." He agreed. "My mom used to open the windows when it rained and read to us."

        "That sounds nice. I bet she was lovely."

        "She was." He agreed quietly. You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder.

        "I could tell you stories." You offered.

        He scoffed.

        "Ain't a kid no more, darlin'." 

        "Me neither." You said sadly.

        "It's just so relaxing, you know? Like nature's white noise. It makes me.." You yawned. "Sleepy."

        He straightened his legs out. 

        "Take a nap." He shrugged.

        "Here?" You asked.

        "My legs ain't pillows but you can try."

        "Hmm..." You shuffled and curled up beside him, head resting comfortable on his thigh as you watched the rain. "Yeah, this could work."

        He traced his fingers over the side of your face, running them from your brow to your jaw.

        "That tickles." You mumbled.

        "Mm." He hummed, moving his hand up to your hair to massage your scalp. "That better?"

        "That feels so good." You moaned, eyes fluttering as your lids grew heavy.

        "Go 'head and nap." He said softly.

        "Well I'm trying if you'd shut up." You joked. He glared down at you and pinched your side. You yelped.

        "That tickled!" You whined.

        "Smartasses get pinched." He shrugged.

        You nuzzled up and got comfy again, shivering a little on the cold concrete floor. He slid his vest off and laid it over you.

        "Oh, wow. I'm honored." You smirked.

        "Wanna get pinched again?"

        "No." You smiled as your eyes closed.

        A soft half smile curled at the corner of his lips as his fingers played with your hair, brushing strands out of your face and pushing it all back softly.

        He hoped days like these would never end. He never felt more at peace than he did with you in that tower, rain falling down as you napped peacefully on his lap.

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[character---obsessed]

Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: R gets overwhelmed and goes to her favourite boy for comfort

Contents: fluff

Warnings: none

Jess was at the diner, doing his usual half argue half joke with Luke.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinically insane”

“Oh I’m the insane one? Really mr i sleep with banging music on at full blast every damn night”

Lorelei shared an amused look with Rory as they sat in the almost empty diner - just being inhabited with Bébete, Morey and Kirk.

Just as Jess was about to pipe in with another witty comment, the bell on the diner door started ringing. Jess was about to look over his shoulder when he felt a smaller body nuzzle into his side. Shocked, he moved abruptly and was about to shove whoever it was. A whine sounded out and he looked down and saw Y/N. She was clearly distressed, face scrunched up and arms wrapped around her own body tightly. Everybody else in the diner was in shock, waiting for Jess’ next move, including whichever townsfolk had walked in after Y/N had. Much to everyone’s - even Luke’s - surprise, Jess wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her bury into his chest without moving her arms from their tight position.

“What happened? Hm?” Jess spoke gently and quietly into her ear.

Another small whine came out of her mouth. Jess glanced over his shoulder to Luke before gently steering her to the stairs.

“C’mon,” he guided her up and into his bedroom (otherwise known as the left side of the open apartment) and stood with her in the middle of his section.

All she did was bury back into his chest, standing as close as possible without causing one of them to loose their balance.

“You wanna lay down?”

She nodded.

He gently led her to the bed and laid her down underneath the blanket, taking two extra pillows and slotting them behind her to help her feel comfortable. He pulled - with some struggle - the weighted blanket out from under his bed. He always kept it there ever since he first dealt with her feeling like this. He laid it atop her before laying on the other side of her. He didn’t get all the hoopla about weighted blankets or why she liked them so much, but she did and who was he to deprive her? He let her decide if she wanted cuddles and she made a prompt decision by whining the second he got in until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her side/front against him while her back was against the pillow wall he built. Pushed against by pillows at her back whilst under a weighted blanket on a relatively cold day all the while behind held by Jess was quick to calm her down. That is before she had a thought she didn’t like and took a big, sudden, jarring breath in and sat up abruptly. Jess however was unfazed as he waited for the moment to pass before he eased her back down and traced circles on her forehead and wrapping one arm around her to keep her close while humming a tune to a song he couldn’t pin.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms as Jess traced circles on Y/N’s forehead for a significant chunk of time. Y/N couldn’t seem to get close enough to Jess, burying her head further into his chest every few minutes before finally calming down and settling in the nook she had made for herself out of his body.

Luke stayed downstairs the entire time, not having a great grasp on whatever was going on in the apartment above but knowing well enough to leave them alone until he knows for certain Jess calmed Y/N down. The entire town by that point was bubbling with gossip about what had happened mere moments ago, all huddled up in Luke’s diner as he rolled his eyes in the corner.

[harryforvogue]

a blurb about harry and lucía vacationing in ecuador, but everytime someone mentions a wedding or marriage, the reader has to take a shot hehe. 4.2k words of fluff. happy reading!

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It comes as no surprise that half way through the movie that Lucía’s selected, she’s fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder. It’s kind of interesting how she sleeps though she has earbuds in and the movie, which is an action movie with lots of fighting and loud noises, doesn't even affect her. She snuggles up against him and sleeps as if it’s the most normal thing. She even sleeps through the turbulence that has Harry gripping his seat, muttering swears under his breath.

She wakes up halfway through the flight all glassy-eyed, and looks up at him. He’s thrown a blanket over them and turned her movie off.

“You slept for several hours,” he whispers. “Your neck is going to hurt so bad.”

She’s blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Should have bought one of those neck pillows.”

“Says you can buy them on the flight for a mere 30 dollars if you were interested.”

She frowns. “I’ll take your shoulder instead.”

“It’s quite comfortable isn’t it?”

“Quite. Can you come closer?” Despite her asking nicely, her hands are literally grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to her. He moves in and wraps his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her head.

“You missed all the turbulence by the way.”

“I don’t actually mind turbulence, you know.”

“I do know, considering the last time we went to Ecuador together, you loved the turbulence and said it reminded you of a massage.”

She has a dreamy look in her eye. “I hope there’s more turbulence soon.”

“I was literally sweating, by the way. It’s weird though because I would think that you’d be scared out of your wits about a plane shaking in midair.”

Lucía’s eyes refocus. “Wait, don’t say it like that.”

He smiles and leans down, pressing his forehead against hers, pulling her closer. “You wanna sleep some more?”

“Mhmm.” She throws an arm over his torso and sighs softly. “The air conditioning is making it too cold.”

He tucks the blanket under her chin. “That better?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head up. “Gonna sleep too?”

“I’ll try, yeah.”

“Are you excited to be in Ecuador?”

She’s asked him this more times that he’s been able to count over the past week, looking up at him so cute, it breaks his heart. “I am so so excited,” he answers truthfully, leaning down again to kiss her softly. “Especially since I’ll be with you.”

“Don’t do that. You know I love you even more when I’m falling asleep.” She closes her eyes and lets Harry kiss her once more. “Goodnight.”

Harry leans over her and pulls down the window shade. The sun is beginning to rise and if Lucía’s going to sleep for some more time, the light will soon bother her. Harry slides his arm away from her shoulder to avoid pins and needles, and lets her nuzzle his neck instead, grasping his arm to her chest closely.

This vacation is exactly what Lucía needs. Every year, she goes to visit her mother, and this is the first time since their breakup that Harry’s tagging along.

And despite Lucía’s insistence that her mother really really does not hate him, he can’t help but be a little nervous to visit her. But her mother knows he’s coming too, so at least the element of shock isn’t all there.

When they land, one of Lucía’s cousins is there to pick them up. Harry’s met her before, and falls into conversation easily with her. He’s holding Lucía’s hand, enjoying the way her eyes light up as she gazes out the street. The airport isn’t far from her mother’s house, and this he knows because whenever he’s visiting, the sound of planes wake him up at night.

Turns out, all his worrying about her mother not liking him is proven useless when she brings him in for a tight hug and exclaims, “Oh, Harry, look at you! Divorce has made you even more handsome than before!”

Lucía gasps, horrified. “Mama! Don’t say that!”

“It’s okay,” Harry laughs, hugging her back. “My father makes those jokes all the time. And none of them ever call me handsome.”

Her mother pulls away and holds his face firmly, giving him a shake. “Look at him, Lucía. A real man now. You were just a boy before.”

“A boy in my mid 20's, yes.”

“And time has brought the two of you together again.”

“Something like that.”

“This time, don’t worry. I won’t set you up in separate rooms.”

Her mother always did, though it didn’t really do much when Lucía would sleepily open the door to his room in the middle of the night and tuck herself into his bed. “Oh really?” Lucía says, taking her suitcase with her upstairs. She drags it on the stairs until Harry takes it from her and easily lifts it up. “Why’s that?”

“Well, it’s clear to me that this thing between you guys is serious. As serious as marriage I’d say.” Her mother does in fact say it so casually, Harry nearly misses a step he trails after them.

“Marriage,” Lucía says, laughing nervously, glancing at Harry. “Not sure that’s the next step.”

Lucía’s mother is smiling when they reach their room. “I’m only kidding. Wanted to see that look on Harry's face, that’s all.”

Harry looks around, confused. “What look?” 

“Oh, you are so cute, Harry. Maybe still like a boy. But no, don’t worry. It's because I knew you guys had to sneak around last time so I thought I’d make it easier for you.”

“Please stop,” Lucía says with her face in her hands. 

As she’s walking out, Lucía’s mother pinches Harry’s cheek. “You can’t hide anything from me. I’ll let you unpack and rest, but dinner is soon, okay? Good.” And then she shuts the door, leaving Harry and Lucía reeling.

When they meet eyes, Lucía is the first to break into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. He strides across the distance and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her down with him as he crashes onto the bed.

“How embarrassing,” he groans.

“It’s so embarrassing!” she giggles. “You know, I never would bring my boyfriends to see my parents even when I lived in Ecuador. I always thought it was weird because they would be interacting with a person that I kissed!”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s like how embarrassing it is to kiss your wife when you’re getting married.”

Lucía turns and kisses him. “I cannot relate to that.”

“Let's get married and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Her stomach erupts in butterflies. “Don’t joke about that, mi amor,” she whispers.

“You did!”

“It’s different when I do it.”

“But I admit,” he says, not arguing with her logic, “that kissing her even around people when we were married was weird. Now, I don’t seem to mind it with you.” Harry twirls a curl of her hair around his finger and tugs gently. “You’re special, Lucie.”

“You don’t mind PDA anymore, I’ve noticed.”

“I will kiss you whenever I want to.” He pulls her in swiftly and kisses her again. “Let’s just hope there’s a lock on this door now.”

“A lock?” she snickers, moving back. She looks at his tired face and bright eyes. “There are no locks in this house, I hope you know. Aside from the bathrooms. My mother is very much a barge-in type of person.”

“And I, as you know, am very much a sleep-nearly-naked type of person.”

“Oh I do very much know that.”

“See, now that you mentioned the no lock thing, I’m a bit worried about your mother popping up out of nowhere. She’s the type to do that.”

“She’s in an exceptionally good mood, isn’t she?”’

Harry hesitates. “I wouldn't exactly know what type of mood she is usually in given I haven’t known her for the past two years.”

“Well, I will say that she has been very sad and moody, which, given the situation, has been very understandable.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I mean, her daughter calls her crying nearly every day–”

Harry groans, dropping his head to her shoulder, hugging her to his chest tight. “You love doing that to me! So unfair!”

Lucía laughs. “I’m kidding! But now that we’re talking about her mood, I have long suspected that the next door neighbor that moved in a few months ago has definitely raised her spirits.”

Harry lifts his head. “Yeah? She’s made a new friend?”

“Oh yes,” Lucía says, squishing Harry’s face. “A gentleman friend.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Yup.”

“And…. how does she feel about that?”

“Well, we should make it a mission to get her to talk about it.” Lucía’s eyes are alight with mischief which makes Harry lean in and kiss her hard again.

When he’s done, he murmurs, “Did you not talk to her about it over the phone?”

“That’s where my suspicions came from,” she says, licking her bottom lip. “She avoided the topic every time.”

“Suspicious.”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we can go on a double date.”

“I don't think my mom would go on a date with him, but I definitely think she finds him charming. Plus, he’s divorced, which is basically the jackpot.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because,” she says in a voice that makes him think it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If he were single at that age just because that would be really weird, and if he had a dead spouse, that would be a lot of baggage. Which, I know my mother had, but I think she’s handling it fine.”

“Mm.” Harry kisses her cheek a final time before shuffling off of her and fixing his hair. “The jackpot indeed.”

“Precisely.”

“Well, for the next two weeks, all we have to do is get your mom and him in the same room as much as possible.”

“And then we can lock them in.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t be a very good wingman, Luce.”

“Okay, fine. When they're all caught up in each other, we can sneak away.”

Harry laughs. “Sneak away,” he repeats. “We’re nearly 30, you know.”

“I know that. But nothing is conventional about us anyways so we may as well be treated like teenagers, I mean, some of us can't even be trusted to manage a marriage for more than 6 months–”

“It was 8 months before I suspected anything, thank you very much,” Harry says, eyes narrowed with amusement. “And I’m so relieved that my girlfriend can make jokes about it too now.”

“It’s either that or I call my mother crying.”

“Are these the only options I have?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness, Luce.” He kisses her head. “I’m so lucky.”

She giggles and then sits up, reaching for her suitcase to begin unpacking. They manage to get a fourth of the way done before Harry falls onto the bed, too tired to move a single muscle. He feels Lucía tuck him in and then close the door behind her as she leaves.

To Harry’s surprise, Lucía is actually unable to rest between now and dinner since she’s slept so much on the plane. He, however, falls asleep almost instantly, and sleeps for several hours, completely missing dinner.

He wakes some time in the middle of the night with Lucía curled up next to him, wide awake.

“The time difference,” she murmurs, snuggling into his chest. “You slept for so long.”

“Yeah.” His voice is rough with sleep. He draws her closer and moves down, laying his head on her stomach. “I was so tired.”

She smiles and gently smoothes his long hair down. “We’ll have to get an early start for our day.” She lifts her head up and looks at the digital clock on the side table. “In 4 hours.”

“Got it.” He’s feeling refreshed, not needing extra time to wake up properly. The sight of the clock makes him realize that he’s yet to see a clock on the wall. He imagines Lucía taking them all down. Or perhaps they were never up. He decides to ask.

“Have the clocks never been on the walls?”

“Hm? Oh. My dad took them all down when I was 9. I couldn’t stand them.”

“I see.”

“And they never put them back up even after I left.” She sighs softly. “I want my mom to come live in Boston. I don’t like that she’s all alone here. Before, she wasn’t because of my dad, but after he got sick, I started thinking about it. I mean, dad was really sick, and I think both of us kind of knew that we were reaching the end. But Mama insisted on staying until then.”

“What of her gentleman neighbor then?”

“I’ll bring him too.” She’s smiling. “And besides, it’s not like it’s an overnight thing. Visas take years.”

“True.”

“And I want her to be closer to me, just in case.”

Harry knows what he means even without her explicitly saying it.

“Of course.”

“And honestly coming to Ecuador every year is really expensive.”

Harry laughs, lifting himself off of her. He lays back on his own pillow. The early morning birds outside are very loud, as if some are perched right outside their windows. “It really is, especially during the summer.”

“And you know I can’t control myself when it comes to shopping here.”

“Oh trust me, I know that. We were barely making the weight requirements last time.”

“Yup.”

“But tomorrow we’re going to the beach right?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing to buy there.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Lucía.”

“Don’t full name me.”

Harry laughs. “But hey, you’ll be my tour guide, right?”

“You’ve been here enough times to not need a tour guide.”

“I’ve been here three times, and I very much need someone holding my hand.”

Lucía kisses his neck softly. “I will happily hold your hand and not only because everyone stares at you when you’re here because you’re super hot.”

“You are so romantic this morning,” Harry murmurs, humor in his voice. “Too bad you’re not like this when you’re getting ready for work. I’m almost scared to approach you when you get all zombie-like.”

Lucía closes her eyes. “The first time I stayed over at your apartment was such a disaster, you know? Almost thought about breaking up with you over the spicy avocado toast you made me.”

Harry laughs. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“You were just way too happy for eight in the morning.”

“I’ve gotta ask now. How many times have you seriously considered ending things with me?”

She smiles, tucking her face into his neck. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Wow. More than ten times?”

“Shhh. Does it really matter since I only actually broke up with you once?”

Harry gently runs his fingers through her hair, shoulders shaking with laughter. “A divorce joke and a break up joke? Within 24 hours? I’m worried.”

“I’m a healed woman, don’t you know?”

He kisses her face. “My mistake.”

“You must be so hungry.”

“Absolutely starving and in desperate need of a shower.”

She pushes herself up, leaning back on her elbows. “I’ll make you something.”

He rubs his eyes. “Are you sure? Want some help?”

When he opens his eyes, she’s shaking her head, already heading to the door. “No. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty awake, I can totally–”

“Hey, you’re the guest.”

Harry laughs. “Aren’t you a guest too, kinda?”

“Shush. Stay here.”

He nods and stays back, letting her disappear from his sight. It takes some time, but Lucía returns with food, snuggling into bed, and then watches him eat as if it’s the most normal thing. 

And in that moment, it absolutely feels normal.

***

Harry has absolutely no idea what Luce turns into when they head down to the beach, but if he were to describe her as something close, it would be a possessive gremlin. And he loves his sweet girl very much, but it’s like he doesn’t even recognize her.

Currently, Harry can see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. She’s right next to him, and they both are very aware of the waitress flirting with him. She’d been in such a good mood, dragging him over to the outdoor bar, but now…

The waitress has brought Harry a larger size drink than asked, and told him that it’s on the house. She’s also been hanging around for a moment too long asking about what it's like to live in Boston and work his job (and though those are very boring topics, Harry’s way of vague and short answers are not getting through to the waitress).

Lucía takes the matters into her own hands when the waitress turns the conversation to how long he’s staying there. “We,” she interjects, ignoring the way Harry’s trying to hide his knowing smile, “are staying at my mother’s house actually. We’re looking at wedding venues for us.”

The waitress blinks, “Oh, a wedding. How wonderful.”

“Yes,” Luce says, leaning into Harry’s shoulder. “We’re very excited.”

The waitress looks at Harry and then Luce. “Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you both to your drinks then. Please let me know if you need anything else.”

She leaves after that, and Harry glances down at his girlfriend. “Absolute gremlin.”

“She wasn’t getting the hint!”

“Was the marriage part supposed to freak me out?”

Luce rolls her eyes, picking her head off of him. “I was making a statement.”

“And a statement it was. It could have been anything, you know? A baby shower for a relative, an anniversary, a birthday, a–”

Luce crosses her arms. “What are you trying to say?”

Harry holds her chin. “That you’re dying to marry me.”

She shrugs him off. “Whatever.”

“If you want a ring, baby, you just have to say the word.”

“Go away.”

“I can’t. I think if I get up, a flock of people will come to me and steal me away from you.” When Lucía looks murderous, Harry says, “But of course I’d reject every single one of them.”

“Not funny,” she says, reaching for his drink. “I want half of this.”

“Sure. Want me to get another glass?”

“Yes.”

Harry grins and raises his hand to flag the waitress down again, but Luce gasps and grabs his wrist. “No. It’s okay. I can just share with you.”

He looks at her innocently. “You’re so cute.”

She doesn’t answer, drinking silently.

But this isn’t the only time Harry’s caught by someone. When they’re laying on the sand, their umbrella over them as shade, Harry suddenly complains about the sand being too hot despite their towel, so Lucía tells him to go buy a towel from one of the shops. He leaves, but she realizes that he’s taking too much time to come back after 15 minutes have passed, and she peeks over to find Harry in another conversation with the counter person.

Harry’s halfway out the shop when he makes eye contact with Lucía, and he throws his head back and laughs. She gets it: he looks really good with his shirt off and his tattoos and his black sunglasses and his super hot British accent that’s kind of melting away into American territory, but still! 

He fixes another towel over theirs and lays down. “It’s really not my fault.”

“I know,” she says. She shuffles closer and puts her head on his butterfly tattoo. “You’re just too hot.”

“I think it’s the accent.” He puts a hand on her jaw, caressing her warm skin.

“You should start every conversation with ‘Sorry, I have a girlfriend’.”

“Luce, you’re never this possessive when we’re back home.”

She turns her head, looking up at him. “I don’t know what happens to me when we come here. It’s like I want everyone to know that you’re only mine.”

Harry’s eyes darken a little. “I understand. I don’t particularly like it when people get all flirty with you. I think the thing that eases it a bit for me is that I know you can’t flirt to save your life, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even realize it when you’re getting hit on.”

She gasps. “I know how to flirt!”

“You do, but only with me.”

“That’s not true! I’m such a good flirt! And I do have flirt radars!”

“Luce, the customs officer asked if you were single.”

“He wanted to know if I was traveling alone or not!”

“I was literally right behind you.”

She blinks. “Oh, right.”

“See?” He caresses her cheek again, lovingly. “Sometimes I wonder how you dated before you met me on an app.”

She thinks back to it. “Well, my college boyfriend was the result of a game of Spin The Bottle. We kissed and then we were like huh okay cool we’ll keep doing that.”

“Of course he was. And before that?”

“Um, before that, my high school boyfriend asked me out over text.”

“Right.”

She frowns. “But I know how to flirt with you!”

“You do. And it’s adorable every time.”

She sits up, looming over him. “Adorable? It’s supposed to be hot.”

He looks up at her innocently. “It’s hot at times. It’s just that…” He tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re so sweet. And your eyes are so pretty. And your smile is so perfect. It’s all so cute. But, I will say that it’s really sexy when you come on to me first.”

“I totally come on to you a lot.”

He hums. “I wouldn’t say a lot…”

“I think that I have the intention of coming on to you, but you see it as something else. Like when you said you were going to shower this morning and I offered to come with you.”

Harry blinks. “You were coming on to me? I thought you just wanted to show me how the new faucets worked.”

Lucía scowls. “I had sexy intentions!”

“Well, I didn’t know that!”

“How about the way I literally followed you into the bathroom?”

“I thought you were just being clingy! You are always a little extra needy in the mornings.”

“Being clingy can be sexy!”

Harry suddenly laughs, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I really just thought you were helping me out.”

“It was both!”

“So you were going to help me with the faucets!”

“And shower with you too!” She takes his wrist and pushes it off his face. “It’s sexy and helpful.”

Harry half sits up and kisses her softly. “I believe you.” He’s smiling against her mouth when she throws her arms around him and kisses him harder. “I’m sorry. I will try my best to be aware next time you’re coming onto me.”

“Good,” she answers, laying back down. She still has her arms around him, clinging to him. He holds her tightly, letting her press kisses to his face. She’s insatiable for some reason, spending a lot of time kissing his cheek and clean shaved jaw. Perhaps it’s all the pent up jealousy getting to her. She seems really into it right now so he decides to make fun of her for it later.

A while later, she says, “Hey.”

“Hey back.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too, green-eyed monster girlfriend of mine.” He gently knocks his head against hers. “Or should I say fiancée?”

She hugs him tighter. “So much wedding talk.”

“Let a man recover from his first.”

He hears the smile in her voice. “You recovered in my apartment, if you recall.”

Harry sighs playfully. “I did go running back to you didn’t I?”

“A few years too late, but yes.” She slowly loosens her arm and slides down his torso again, laying back on his butterfly tattoo. “But everything worked out.”

His hand returns to her cheek. “It worked out perfectly, Lucie.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, before she says, “I love when you call me that.”

 “Good thing I love calling you that,” he answers softly. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, smiling to himself.

Harry is ready to make this vacation the best ever, even if that means letting Lucía drag him away from women who want to flirt with him, and locking her mother in a room with her neighbor. Because after everything, it’s what she deserves. If he could give her the world, he would.

And maybe when they’re back home, they can have a more serious talk about that whole wedding thing. It may be too early to call it, but Harry knows that he’s either marrying this woman or nobody at all. Despite them not having talked about it, Harry knows that she feels the same way.

In the meantime, this is enough: this tiny happiness, away from their worries in a beautiful place, with nothing but love on their minds.

[sheawritesstuff]

The Warmth of Sleep

[Geordi x Cutie]

[Fluff - 552 words]

It was early - too early - when the outside cold snuck into Geordi’s bed. He shivered slightly and pulled the shared blanket up over his head, hiding beneath the covers like a child scared of the dark. He curled himself into a tight ball and screwed his eyes shut in hopes he would be able to fall back to sleep. His attempts at counting sheep quickly derailed into imagining sheep racing like horses with riders and betting and the whole nine yards. It simply wasn’t working. And he was still cold.

Warm palms startled him away from his thoughts as they rubbed soft circles into his back. Their warmth flooded through his body and he found himself absentmindedly scooting closer to the source. Cutie giggled and wrapped their arms around his waist, pulling him flush against their chest. He hummed contentedly as he relaxed into his new uncoiled position. 

“You’re warm,” he mumbled. His voice gave away the not-so-secret fact that he was still half-asleep. Cutie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his exposed shoulder. They nuzzled their face against his neck and hummed a soft “mhmm”.

He turned his head slightly and asked, “You wanna come in?” It was a gentle invitation that added an extra layer of vulnerability to the already intimate moment. It was sweet. They were always happy to share that connection with their lover, but they’d been more conservative with the use of their abilities lately. 

“You sure you want me in?” He squeezed their arm softly as he gazed at them. 

“I’m sure.” They entered his mind and found a welcome wave of thoughts waiting for them. 

Warm. Soft. Good, this is good. I think I like being little spoon…

They smiled and held him tighter. 

Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I like being big spoon, huh?

He breathed out of his nose in a half-laugh. 

Yeah. I like this. It’s comfy. It’s safe. You feel safe.

Geordi put his hand on their arm again. They rubbed the side of their face against his neck with a soft hum. 

Good. You’re always safe with me, my love.

I love you.

I love you too, Geordi. 

He smiled and then yawned, shuffling back down so his shoulders were back under the blanket. 

Comfy. Tired. More sleep? Sleepy cuddles? 

They huffed and tangled their legs up with his. 

Of course. Go back to sleep, baby. We can make breakfast when we decide to actually get up. ‘Til then, you can have all the sleepy cuddles you could ever need.

Oh yeah? All the cuddles huh? Ooh, don’t make a boy a promise…

They groaned and shook their head against his shoulder. He giggled and turned his body just enough to see Cutie’s face. He gave them a soft kiss and smiled for a long moment. 

“Good night, Cutie,” he said quietly, just above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Geordi. Sweet dreams.” They pressed a kiss to his cheek and helped him settle back into a comfortable position. He snuggled against them, basking in their warmth, and drifted off to sleep. The soft echo of Warm. Safe. Comfy. followed his descent back into unconsciousness. Cutie waited until he was fully asleep to leave his mind and settle themself back down to a restful sleep. 

[starry-eyed-adam]

For the ask game hehe

“I loved you. With everything I ever had. Why was it never enough?”

The words seeped vulnerability, pain, as much despair as Leo could muster. Eyes swimming, he met his husband’s own dry. Never, in all of his years of loving Yuichi so much, had he ever thought he’d see such a stony expression, such a cold, uncaring stare. The rabbit yokai’s face didn’t even twitch as a tear spilled down Leo’s cheek and his shoulders began to shake.

The silence went on, neither of them saying a word, neither of them looking away.

And then Yuichi cracked a smile, and told him, “Because, as much as you try, kisses and cuddles aren’t adequate subsitutes for actual medical treatment.”

They both burst into laughter, the sound unburdened by age or chest pain or infection, and instead free and weightless as their souls.

“I said I was sorry! An’ you’re the one who didn’t wanna go to the doctor anyway!” Leo grinned and shoved the other man’s shoulder.

“God, you’re too good at that! I wish I could cry on cue,” Yuichi lamented, arms crossed, sighing heavily with clear lungs as he laid on his back beside his husband.

Leo rolled over on the bed and propped himself up on his hand. “The things ya learn to do to survive as a middle child,” he dramatically gestured to himself. “Attention’s always on the youngest. So you gotta snag it for yourself somehow.”

“Oh, poor you.” Yuichi giggled, and settled back into the mattress, stretching out without pain. “I wish hugs and kisses were enough. It’d save a lot on medical bills and hospice.”

“Hey, your ghost was gonna hafta make a lot of trips to visit me if you wanted to try lovin’ me back to health,” retorted Leo. “An’ with all that ‘eternal rest’ talk, I dunno if that’s what you wanna do after ya die.”

“Seriously? Being dead is so boring.” Yuichi rolled his eyes. “Nothing to do but sit and wait for everyone else to. Going first sucks. Especially when you need to wait years and years for your partner to follow.”

“At least you could see me when ya wanted,” Leo spoke, voice suddenly softer. “I missed you, a lot.”

Yuichi sighed and shifted closer, pulling his husband into a cuddle as the blankets wrapped around them. “I know.”

The two shared a comfortable silence for a while, before Yuichi kissed the top of Leo’s head and glanced down at him. “Are you sad? That you died?” he whispered.

Leo shifted under the soft bedding, every texture exactly the way he liked it, the mattress more firm that the way it used to be at home, the comfortable warmth that Yuichi just radiated into his bones. Breathing didn’t hurt. His arm wasn’t full of IVs and monitors. It wasn’t cold, and lonely.

He had his husband again.

“No.” Leo lifted his head to return the kiss, taking it slower, holding on a bit longer. “I ain’t sad.”

“Are you sure?” the rabbit yokai asked, softer. He remembered being alive. He loved it.

“It was my time,” replied Leo, nuzzling his fluffy cheek. “I wish I coulda spent more of it with you. But now we got an eternity together, don’t we?”

“That we do.” Yuichi grinned down at him. “You wanna take me dancing tonight, like you promised?”

Leo returned it. “Hell yeah, cowboy.”

oops! they’re dead. it’s still bittersweet though :)

[raibebe]

Genre: fluff Words: 2044 Prompt: poly Dream 00 line x gn reader

Warnings: boys kissing and being cute

A/N: This has been in my WIP folder since like November and now I finally finished it because I was just craving to write something terribly domestic. (And I am trying to slowly but surely work myself through that folder and I knew I could complete this one the fastest.)

“You’re already awake,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s torso from behind, having followed the smell of food to the kitchen in your half-awake state. “You scared me, baby,” he laughed it off but you could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath your fingers. “‘m sorry,” you slurred into his back, eyes almost slipping shut again. “Go back to bed, darling. I’ll wake you up once I’m done here.” “Jeno’s snoring.” That made Jaemin chuckle, the sound so sincere it brought a smile to your face as well. “Then go take a nap on the sofa, I’ll get you a blanket,” he tried next when he felt your miserable attempt at stifling your yawn with the thin cotton of his shirt, “We wore you out last night.” “I’m not gonna break,” you pouted, holding Jaemin just a little bit tighter as if to prove a point. “I know, baby,” he sighed, turning off the stove for a moment so he could turn around in your hold to wrap his arms around your shoulders, “But you’re falling asleep on your feet and I can’t have you hit your pretty head.” To emphasize, Jaemin pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “M’kay,” you gave in, slumping more of your weight forward. “Go get comfortable, I’ll fetch you a blanket,” he smiled, quickly pecking your lips to avoid morning breath, leaving a gentle prickle of his minty toothpaste behind before he untangled your body from his to gently scoot you over to the living room.

You only mumbled indistinguishable accusations of him not loving you under your breath as you tried to get comfortable on the cold sofa. If only Jeno wouldn’t snore or you’d have it in you to slap him so he’d stop at least for a little while. But he had looked so peaceful, all starfished out on the bed and his pink lips forming a little pout as his strong chest rose and fell with his steady breaths.

“Move over,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts moments before a warm body curled around yours, fastening a blanket around you two.

“Did Nana wake you up?” “He stubbed his toe somewhere,” Donghyuck grumbled, his melodic voice always a little scratchy in the mornings. “You’re warm,” you sighed, nuzzling into his chest until not even a piece of paper could have fit between your bodies, pressed together head to toe. “Your personal heater,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sun,” you smiled into his chest, lured back to sleep by his warmth, the familiarity of his touch and the even rhythm of his breath.

What woke you for the second time that morning was way more pleasant than getting kneed in the back by someone only to realize that one of your boyfriends was snoring again and therefore preventing you from falling back asleep. “Wake up, angel,” a soft voice gently lured you awake, accompanied by a hand stroking through your hair. “Don’t wanna,” you mumbled, trying to bury yourself deeper into Donghyuck’s chest who sluggishly tightened his grip on you. “Breakfast is ready, angel. Nana cooked your favorite.” “What about me?” Donghyuck grumbled, making the other man giggle. “You’ll like it as well,” he promised, “And coffee is almost done as well.”

“Tea?” You asked, slowly blinking your eyes back open to find Renjun kneeling next to the sofa, his head cushioned on Donghyuck’s other pec as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Jasmine,” he smiled, “Good morning.” “G’ morning,” you smiled back, letting out a little squeak when he affectionately booped the tip of your nose before he straightened up again, the hoodie he must have stolen from one of the other boys hiding his hands and falling to somewhere mid-thigh. “No good morning kiss?” Donghyuck sulked, pushing out his lips. “Morning breath, Donghyuck,” Renjun rolled his eyes but bent back down to kiss his boyfriend softly anyways. “Stop playing hard to get,” Donghyuck pouted, watching Renjun’s frame retreat back to the kitchen to help Jaemin get all the food he had prepared onto the dining table.

“Don’t wanna get up,” you yawned, stretching your body on the exhale before you curled it around Donghyuck again, one of your legs thrown over his hip. “I bet they’re being meanies and let Jeno sleep,” he pouted, squeezing you tightly against his chest, “But of course, we have to get up and eat.” “Their favoritism is showing,” you agreed, giggling softly. Donghyuck simply hummed, his hands slowly caressing your back, dipping beneath your shirt that you were pretty sure actually belonged to Jaemin.

“Come on, you sleepyheads,” Renjun called from the table, the smell of breakfast and coffee accompanying him. “With milk please, no sugar,” Donghyuck just groaned. “Not what I asked,” Renjun scoffed but left the room to fetch the milk anyways. “You think he’ll ever stop playing hard to get?” You quietly asked, finally sitting up to look down at your boyfriend, his hair messy and sleep clinging to his every cell. “One can hope,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands over his face before raking them through his hair. “Kiss?” You smiled softly. “Just because I love you,” Donghyuck replied softly, sitting up as well so he could carefully cup your face and press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Stop making out, food is getting cold,” Jaemin scolded you two when you were seconds away from climbing onto Donghyuck’s lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re just jealous,” he teased, sticking out his tongue at the younger. “Don’t,” Renjun sighed, squeezing Jaemin’s shoulder, “I don’t want you two arguing first thing in the morning.” “We don’t argue,” Donghyuck pouted, pulling you up and towards the table filled with food, “It’s our love language, Junnie.” “This looks so good,” you beamed at Jaemin, kissing his cheek, “Thank you.” “Can’t have my babies be hungry,” he simply smiled, pulling out a chair for you to sit on.

“Did no one wake up Jeno?” Donghyuck asked, sitting down next to you before filling his and Jaemin’s cups with coffee. “You can try but he is out like a stone,” Renjun shrugged, carefully pouring tea into the remaining cups, “Didn’t wake up even when Jaemin opened the curtains or when I showered and changed.” “He did get a lot of attention yesterday,” Jaemin grinned, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows as he filled up each of your plates, having memorized what everyone liked best since months ago. “Is that what the kids call it these days?” Donghyuck just laughed but threw Jaemin a kiss anyways when he received his plate. “Won’t he be confused if he wakes up all alone?” You asked, carefully taking a sip from your tea. “He’ll follow the smell of the food,” Renjun assured you, gently squeezing your hand before he dug into the food. “Baby needs his beauty sleep,” Jaemin agreed, skipping his meal in favor of slurping his first cup of coffee.

None of you were particularly talkative in the mornings, so the silence in the room was simply filled with the sounds of your cutlery on the plates and the occasional slurping of your hot drink of choice. The silence also made it very easy to tell when Jeno woke up, clearly hearing the groan he let out before making one of his trademark confused noises that made Jaemin snicker into his second cup of coffee. “He’s so cute,” he sighed dreamily. “You’re down bad, Nana,” Donghyuck snickered, stealing a piece of scrambled egg from Renjun’s plate while he was busy furiously typing on his phone, probably starting an argument on Reddit again. “Can you blame me?” Jaemin just sighed, turning his body towards the hallway door where you could already hear Jeno’s footsteps.

“G’ morning,” the man in question mumbled, a lazy smile on his lips as he scratched the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “At least wear a shirt to breakfast, you animal,” Donghyuck snorted but raked his eyes up and down his boyfriend’s body anyway, admiring the purple hickeys all over his chest and down his abs, some even on his strong thighs. “Thought you wanted to see your handiwork,” Jeno stuck out his tongue at him. “But you’ll get cold, grab a sweater so we can have breakfast like normal people,” Renjun nagged, quickly going back on his typing spree. “There’s a cardigan on the armchair in the living room,” you simply smiled. “See, this is why I love you the most,” Jeno grinned, pressing a kiss to your hair as he walked past you.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Jaemin laughed, filling Jeno’s cup with coffee. Instead of an answer, you only heard a burst of laughter from the living room. “You good?” Donghyuck asked, leaning back on his chair to catch a glimpse of what was happening until he almost toppled over. Instead of answering Donghyuck’s question, you just heard Jeno giggle. “I think he lost it,” Renjun concluded, finally putting his phone down to shovel the scrambled eggs on his plate into his mouth. “Guys,” Jeno heaved, still giggling as he walked back into the kitchen, clad in what must be one of Renjun’s soft pastel cardigans with strawberries embroidered into it. But what made Donghyuck spit out half his toast over the table was the way Jeno’s muscular form stretched out the fabric, the buttons trying their hardest to keep the fabric closed and how it didn’t even cover half of his abs.

“Oh my god, you idiot, take that off, that was expensive,” Renjun screeched, jumping up from his seat to all but rip his cardigan off of a still giggling Jeno. “If there is even a thread out of place on this, you will buy me a replacement,” he threatened, digging his pointer finger into Jeno’s now naked chest. “You’re not as intimidating as you think you are,” Jeno simply smiled, scooping Renjun’s smaller frame up into his arms to lift him up from the ground before peppering his face with soft kisses. “I swear to god Lee Jeno, put me down or-” But Jeno didn’t let Renjun finish his threat, instead pressing a kiss to his lips to shut him up.

“Naaaw,” Jaemin cooed from his seat at the table, his phone up and recording the whole scene. “Love in fact isn’t dead,” Doghyuck sighed, dramatically clutching his chest. “It’s not,” you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Smiling tenderly, your boyfriend nodded before he gently cupped your face to tenderly kiss you as well. “Well this is not fair,” Jaemin sulked and you had to stifle your laughter because you could basically hear his pout.

“Nooo, Jaeminnie,” Jeno cooed. “You’re so dramatic,” Renjun snorted and Donghyuck just fondly shook his head before all four of your crowded around your boyfriend to share all the love and kisses the confided space at the table let you: Kissing his cheeks and his lips, wrapping your arms around him and gently patting his head. “Okay, okay, enough,” Jaemin giggled, trying to escape Donghyuck’s tickling fingers, “Enough, I believe that you love me.” “More than anything,” you smiled, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I believe you,” he smiled, pressing quick kisses to everyone’s cheeks.

“But I still won’t serve breakfast to naked people.” “I’m literally wearing boxers,” Jeno whined, making you and the other boys laugh. “Go grab a shirt, you dumbass. It’s not that hard,” Renjun smiled, nudging Jeno back towards the bedroom. “But I’m hungryyy~” “Then you better be quick or I’ll eat all the pancakes,” you teased, loading your plate up with more of the tiny, heart-shaped pancakes Jaemin had made. “You wouldn’t dare,” Jeno glared at you. “If I help her, you’ll have even less time,” Donghyuck grinned, shoving a whole pancake into his mouth. “Stop teaming up on me, I just want to have a peaceful breakfast,” Jeno wailed, skidding back to the bedroom. “I think we gave up peaceful mornings the moment we decided it was a good idea to date more than one person,” Jaemin smiled, finally putting some food for himself onto his plate. “And still, I don’t regret a thing,” you smiled back, blowing a kiss in his direction.

[masonmtxo]

Family

Dad!Mason

Summary: just a little fluffy/broody dad Mase at the beach

Word: 700 ish

Notes: its so so short and wasn’t coming out the way I wanted but here we go

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You watched as Marley squealed, excited little giggles leaving her mouth as Mason dipped her down every now and then, letting her little toes touch the cold water. It was still something you struggled to get your head round, that you and Mason had created this perfect little human and as they played together in the water you placed your hand over your stomach, silently pondering over when you would be welcoming a new addition.

“You alright sweetheart, you look a bit dazed?” A soft voice appeared beside you as Mason’s mum shuffled over to sit beside you on the blanket spread out on the sand. You turned to look at her over your shoulder, giving her a small smile and a nod of the head which she returned. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as Marley splashed around in the shallow water, her daddy and grandad keeping a watchful eye as they stood and chatted as she played.

“I’m still waiting for the two of you to give her a sibling,” his mum quietly joked, lightly nudging your arm as you smiled in response.

“It’s a work in progress… the thought of having two under 3 is a little off putting, but Mason’s desperate for a boy already.”

“I agree, a grandson would be lovely but any grandchild will do. I'm not fussy.” The two of you giggled again. It had been a while since you and Mason had taken the time to venture down for a weekend in Portsmouth, with his busy schedule you rarely got to take trips outside of London but you had jumped at the opportunity when his mum had mentioned going for a short holiday to their hometown, desperate for some family time away from the hustle and bustle of your day to day lives. And you loved spending time with his parents, particularly his mum, who seemed to be able to read you like a book and was always just seconds away to lend a helping hand when motherhood was getting overwhelming.

“Mase,” you called, waving a bottle of suncream in his direction when they looked over. He pulled away from his conversations with his dad, reaching down to lift Marley to his chest. She immediately snuggled into him, small fists gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt, a sign she was beginning to tire.

“Hi mumma,” she whispered as Mason placed her into your outreached arms.

“Hi baby girl, you having a nice time with daddy?” She nodded into your neck as she wrapped her little arms around your body. Mason sat behind you, legs either side of yours as he encouraged you to lean back onto his chest. You carefully rubbed the cream onto her arms, Marley letting out little grunts of protest as you and your boyfriend chatted back and forth, Mason nuzzling into your hair every now and then as the pair of you conversed.

“I love you two so much, you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, his hand reaching round to hold Marley firmer to your chest as the three of you sat cuddled together on the blanket.

“We do, and we love you just as much. You really are the best daddy she could ask for,” you murmured back, fingers tracing patterns up and down the arm he had wrapped around you.

“I want another one. So bad,” this time he spoke even quieter, conscious of his parents overhearing as he voiced his desires once again.

“I know baby, so do I.” You tilted your head into his neck, placing a soft peck on his skin, cradling your sleepy child impossibly closer as you were overcome with love and affection for your little family.

“Maybe Marls can have a sleepover with mum and dad tonight, wanna spend some time with my girl for a bit before we go back home? Maybe practice making another baby?”

You were abruptly pulled away from your bubble, his dad letting out a deep laugh having overheard him.

“Oi Mase, maybe you should put a ring on her finger first!”

[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[judeswhore]

BFF I am glad your request are open , so one with mase where y/n is mad because she just had an argument with her parent and he just conforts her

i’m sorry this took so long bff

always there - mason mount

"Can you come over?" Your words were harsh down the line, harsher than you'd intended and you heard the clear confusion in Mason's voice when he replied.

"I'm just finishing up at training but I can come straight there. What's wrong?" You could hear his teammates in the background and the ruffling of fabric as Mason pulled his coat on and you felt bad for pulling him away them. You let out a sigh, knuckles digging into your eyes to stem the flow of angry tears you were afraid were going to slip.

"Nothing, I just.. I just wanna see you." You mumbled out, bottom lip wobbling slightly and Mason made a gentle noise down the line, the comfort of his voice and his touch being the exact thing you needed right now.

“Give me half an hour, yeah? I’ll pick up some food for us on my way, you want anything in particular?” You shook your head but then quickly amended when you remembered he couldn’t see you.

“No, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, baby, won’t be long. I love you.” You repeated his words before clicking your phone off and throwing it to the other end of the sofa, fingers swiping beneath your eyes. You felt so grateful for Mason, for the fact he didn’t even hesitate when you asked him to come over, for the fact that you knew without a doubt he’d always be there if you needed him. He was a constant in your life, everything else came and went and constantly changed but you could always count on your relationship with him.

Mason used his spare key to let himself into your flat just over forty minutes later and he frowned when he saw you curled up on the sofa, blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you glared at the TV. Your phone was on the little table beside the sofa and it lit up with your mums photo and Mason watched as you angrily switched it off, a harsh curse floating from your lips.

"What happened?" You startled a little at his voice, head whipping around and you spotted him standing in the doorway, white takeaway bag clutched in his hand. You let the blanket fall from your shoulders and made your way over to him, arms wrapping around his waist so you could bask in his warmth. "Baby, what’s wrong?“

"She's just being unreasonable." Your words were muffled against his chest, his free hand coming up to massage the back of your head, the feeling of his fingers in your hair helping to ebb your anger ever so slightly. Mason’s lips pressed lightly to the top of your head and he held you tight against him.

“Who?”

“Mum. She doesn’t think I should stay here over New Year because she’s under the impression I’m not working or attending classes because apparently the only thing I could possibly be doing here is partying all the time.” You let out a sigh, eyes closing briefly so you could will yourself not to get mad again and then you stepped back, false smile forming as you reached for the bag of food. “What did you get?”

“Chinese,” Mason frowned when you started towards the kitchen and trailed behind you, shrugging his coat off and dropping it on the back of one of your chairs. You went to pull two plates from the cupboard above your head but Mason beat you to it, stepping up behind you and nuzzling into the side of your face in the process. “So she wants you to go home?”

“Yeah, as soon as the semester ends. She thinks a few weeks back home will get my mind back on track.” You started dishing out the food between the two plates, humming softly at the gentle caress of Mason’s fingers on your hips.

“Why does she think you’re, like, going off the rails?” You snorted a little at his choice of words, batting his hand away when he reached for a chip.

“Because I haven’t been going home as often.” You let out another sigh and turned in Mason’s arms, back pressed against the cold counter as he towered over you. He reached up to brush your hair behind your ear, eyes softening as he took in just how wound up you really were and he hated that you were trying to hide it from him.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He grazed his thumb over your cheekbone and watched you tilt further into the palm of his hand.

“She thinks I’m avoiding them and that I don’t want to go home because I’ve fucked up here and don’t want them to know. She said they all think I don’t want to go home or spend time with them because I’m too busy partying here and that must mean that I’m failing uni so she’s just pissed off and not listening. I tried to tell her repeatedly that I’m staying here because I’m swamped with uni and shifts but she doesn’t believe me, she’s convinced I’m a completely different person and it doesn’t matter what I say she won’t have it.” You blew out an exasperated breath and dropped your forehead against Mason’s chest.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know how much you wish you could spend more time with them and her saying that probably doesn’t help how you feel.” His arms wrapped around your body and he held you against him again, his cheek against the top of your head. “Maybe give her some time to cool off if she’s as mad as you and call her in the morning. Try and explain again?“

You managed a half nod against his jumper, nose smushed into the fabric as you took in a deep breath. Mason’s words weren’t anything spectacular but they settled you immensely, his soft voice wrapping around you in the same way his arms had and you’d stay there forever with him if you could.

“It’s just ridiculous that I’m a 21 year old woman and she still treats me like I’m a child. I get that she worries but she should just trust me. She should know me well enough to understand that the second I had any free time I’d spend it with them.” Mason shifted so he could slide his hands over your jaw and tilt your head back, his soft eyes meeting yours again.

“She probably just misses you, the same way you miss her and I think you both just need time to cool off and then you can approach the situation again.” He bent and pressed a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, his nose bumping over yours. “I’m free Wednesday and Thursday so why don’t you take the days off work and I’ll drive you home? We can stay for the night and then I’ll drive us back that way you’re not worrying about paying for train tickets.”

“Mase,” You shook your head a little, not wanting him to rush around after you. As much as you wanted to go home even for a little while, you didn’t want Mason going through the trouble, you could settle things with your mum without having to see her.

“No, don’t try and give me excuses. You can miss two days of uni and you can go and prove to your mum that you’re not living some party animal lifestyle. Explaining over the phone is horrid and it’ll be better to speak to her in person, she’ll understand.”

“You’d do that? Drive me up there for no reason?”

“I’d do anything you asked me to.” He rubbed his thumb over your chin, gripping it gently so he could bring your mouth up to his. “But it’s not for no reason. I want to make sure you’re happy always, Y/N, and if seeing your family, even for a few hours will do that then I’ll happily help. I know you and I know this fight will eat at you until you see her so the sooner the better, okay?”

A little smile fell onto your lips and you pushed up to kiss him, tightening your arms around his waist. His tongue swiped over yours and you half slumped back against the counter, tugging him with you as he let out a soft hum of appreciation. His fingers slid into your hair and he sucked softly on your bottom lip, tugging it and then letting it go with a snap.

“How about we eat before the food gets cold and then you let me pamper you?” Your brows knitted together as you pulled away, Mason leaning past you to grab a chip.

“Pamper me?” He swivelled you around and playfully tapped your bum before taking over your job of serving out the food, your body still trapped between his and the counter. He kissed the side of your head.

“Yeah, find a movie or something, I’ll do a face mask for you, give you a massage, whatever you want.” You tilted your head to look at him and he flashed you smile, hip bumping yours. “Can’t have my favourite girl going to bed moody can I?”

[dokifluffs]

Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu

Pairings: Oikawa X Reader (female), Atsumu X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy domestic haikyuu goodness

Author’s Note: oh to be y/n 

Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi // Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima

Warnings! All post time skip! Spoilers to manga end for Iwa! and also they have kids

OIkawa: 

"Yoohoo, Y/N~” Oikawa’s silky voice sounded from the front door, immediately pulling you from the sleep you were about to fall under as he shut the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes and letting everything drop to the benches near the door 

Your head that was slowly falling, suddenly jerked upright against the couch, baby monitor still on before you on the table still giving you a view of your baby girl fast asleep in her crib upstairs 

“Welcome home, Tooruuuu,” you stretched out every word as well as his name as his smile brightened the room even more as he jogged a little to the couch where you sat 

“I’m home, Y/N~” he leaned down, cupping your head as he kissed you all over, repeatedly to your cheeks and forehead, fits of giggles erupting from all his affection tickling you 

“And how’s our little angel?” He plopped himself down beside you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer 

“She’s sound asleep,” the two of you looked fondly to her through the night vision camera as she laid still, asleep with a bit of her tongue sticking out, a small habit of hers already developed 

“Hm, we should sleep too. Thank you for waiting for me, but next time if you’re about to fall asleep, I don’t mind if you go to sleep first,” he smiled gently, leaning close to peck his lips to yours 

“I might just take you up on that,” you yawned, almost losing balance as you stood but Tooru steadied you 

He smelled so fresh as you walked beside him, you couldn’t wait to sleep 

especially since tomorrow was a rare day off where Oikawa didn’t have practice and you had finally convinced him to rest

tomorrow was going to be one of the first days in so long since the three of you would spend the entire day together as a little family 

You playfully swung his arm as the two of you held hands, walking up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom 

He twirled you around as he nudged the bedroom door open with his foot

“Oh my god, I’m so excited to sleep,” you practically threw yourself into the center of the bed, pulling and burying your face into the comforter and pillows, letting the silky fabric rub against your skin 

“I’m gonna change, don’t fall asleep without me just yet,” he hummed as disappeared into the closet 

“Mmhm,” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point 

By the time Oikawa came back out, donning a loose alien tshirt and pajama pants

and you were basically asleep at this point, your body laid on top of the covers 

“Y/N, you need to actually get under the blanket,.” he laughed as he got onto the bed beside you, laying on the blanket as well as he draped his legs over you 

but just as he did this 

sad cries sounded from the baby monitor 

“Aw, D/N,” you yawned as you naturally gravitated to her nursery whenever she cried 

“Don’t worry, I got her. You get some sleep, alright?” He scooted himself off the edge of the bed as you melted back to your spot. “But asleep beneath the blanket” 

He walked down the hall towards the semi-lit nursery as a nightlight cast dim stars and moons across the room’s walls

“Oh, oh oh, my sweet princess, what disrupted your precious sleep, baby?” Oikawa carefully lifted his daughter from the crib, his presence immediately able to soothe her cries 

“Shh, it’s okay, papa’s here,” he chimed quietly as he swayed side to side, wiping her tears away as her cries got reduced to sniffles 

“Papa’s here,” Oikawa repeated, his voice no louder than a whisper as his daughter leaned close, her tiny hands clinging onto his shirt as he rubbed his hand in a small circular pattern on her back 

her small head resting on his shoulder, her short brown hair that matched Oikawa’s, tickled his jawline and cheek 

“My sweet angel,” he hummed as he just absorbed this moment

Atsumu: 

Atsumu let out a deep yawn as he entered through the sliding door of the side door the two of you mainly used, slipping out of his non-practice shoes, feeling the cold floor through his fresh socks before he slipped into his slippers, scattered around the smaller shoes of your guys’ children

Glancing at the time as he stepped into the main hallway, he was glad he showered back at the gym now since it meant now that he could go straight to sleep

Or so he thought as he plopped his bag down to the side near the coatrack in the corner of the hallway near the front door yet instead of being met with a dark house, the lights were still on

“Didn’t Y/N say she was goin’ ta sleep?” He scratched the back of his neck as he pulled out his phone, rereading the last messages the two of you sent to each other but he was right

That’s what what your last message had read, so why were the lights still o-

And then he saw it as he reached for the light switch, turning off the light to the main hall

“Hey, baby,” his voice was gravelly as the little nickname for his little girl as he locked eyes with his princess

He shuffled his feet over the wooden floors as he walked around the couch where you laid fast asleep, half a blanket draped over your legs as your son laid on your chest, fast asleep with his cheek squished to your collar

“Hm, lucky,” he thought to himself, envying his little son as he knelt down, nuzzling the back of his index finger to the infant’s cheek

You slept peacefully, body and face completely relaxed in the couch cushions, one of your hands draped lightly over the little boy’s back

But before Atsumu could continue giving any more admiration, his finger was suddenly latched by his little girl as she babbled, whining for not having her fair share of attention from her beloved dad

“Shh, I got ya,” he smirked as he plucked her, from her spot not he couch as she wore her little onesie, holding her beneath her bottom, over his sides

She continued her little babbles as she looked up to him with wondrous eyes yet he looked at her with the stars in his eyes as all he could see was her as he held her

“It’s sleepy time, princess,” his voice was even softer as he brushed his hand over her soft, silky hair

He knelt down as she let out a small yawn, resting her head on his shoulder

“Mama,” he rest his hand on your arm, his skin rough meeting yours

He gave you a light squeeze, shaking your arm, rubbing his thumb repeatedly. “Mama,” he called, his voice the slightest bit louder but careful to not wake your son

You took a deep breath in as your eyes cracked open, your eyes burning now that they were open when they should’ve been closed

“Welcome home,” you whispered as you carefully sat yourself up, Atsumu’s hand on your back, helping you up

“Let’s head upstairs and sleep,” he stood, bending down to kiss the crown of your head as you repositioned your hold on your son

The two of you switched off the lights, making your way up the dark stairwell as you tiredly walked up the stairs, anticipating the feel of the bed sinking beneath your weights with Atsumu by your side

You each held a twin as he walked behind, holding his daughter as the warmth transferring from his body into hers began to lull her to sleep The two of you brought them into their rooms, setting them in their cribs on the opposite sides of the room, tucking them in

You leaned on the edge of your son’s crib as memories from the day they were born, from the day the two of you brought them home flooded your mind until a pair of hands snaking around your waist pulled your attention back to the present

“Bedtime for us too,” Atsumu’s voice was velvety in your ear, his chest rumbled against your back as he spoke

He led you by the hand, the door closing behind, his hold never leaving you and it never did the entire night

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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Bucky drabbles?! Yay! Imagine having to cancel a date with Bucky because you aren’t feeling well and he comes over to take care of you. 🥰

Summary: Bucky takes care of reader when she is sick.

Warning/content: sort Bucky, fluff, reader is sick

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: thank you for the request! Hope you like it ❤️

Bucky has been staring at his phone for minutes now, a deep frown wrinkles his forehead, small dimples stretching his cheeks as a result. Thumbs fiddling over the keyboard, it's the second time you canceled this week.

'Gotta cancel tonight again, sorry buck'🥺❤️''

It's worrisome, from what he thought everything was going great, fine up until the middle of last week. He's been meaning to just stop over, make dinner for you two instead of just going out but between therapy and helping Sam rebuild his parents business, the timing was never right.

It's a cycle, typing something then deleting it, over and over again until he takes a deep breath, finger pressing over the call button as his heart flutters inside his chest, expecting the answering machine or for you to even hang up.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end is muffled due to the burn in your throat. Bucky pauses, maybe answering the phone with 'do you wanna break up with me?' isn't the best way to start this conversation. "Buck?"

He must have been taking to long to answer as his brows furrow and form wrinkles as he scrunches his nose. "Hey baby, everything alright? You sound --."

"Terrible, I know." You answer, the small sniffle clears his mind from any lingering insecurity. It makes sense, the canceling and not answering the phone for hours at a time. "I'm sick, doesn't want to go away."

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have came over."

"You're busy with Sam and he really needs your help besides I don't want you to get sick." Bucky hears the unsteadiness of your voice, a cough catching your sentence short as a permanent frown graces his lips.

"I'm never to busy for you and I'm a super soldier, I can't get sick. I'll be over in 20."

***

Bucky knocked, actually a few times but there was no answer. He lets himself in, placing the bags into the kitchen counter before entering your room.

He sighs at the sight, curled up in a ball, pillows and piles of blankets messily thrown across the bed - not to mention the piles of tissues that scatter the dresser and floor.

Bucky picks a few up along the way to your side of the bed until he's cleared enough space to kneel onto the floor, biotic noises follow as he uses the nightstand for support but the flesh hand follows to rub finger against your hair line. Pushing any stray hairs away and also collecting the line of swear that gathered there.

Bucky watches as pretty eyelashes flutter open, red with large, dark bags underneath them. You look exhausted. "Hi honey, I'm here."

You nod weakly, sniffling and nuzzling deeper into the comfort of his touch as he reaches for the blanket, pulling it up to your chin as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Did you eat yet?"

"Not hungry."

Buck nibbles on his bottom lip as he watches your eyes close, visibly shaking as a wave of coldness hits you. Your whole body aches, skin burns and your chest has to much pressure it feels as if it's going to explode.

"Got some stuff to make my mom's soup, it'll have you up and moving by tomorrow morning." He promises, his hand now running gentle fingers through your hair, nails scratching at your scalp. "Need you to eat for me, okay? No one's been here, you haven't been eating. I'll get you some medicine too."

***

By the time Bucky returns your eyes are fluttering weakly, sleep becoming more and more of a promise.

"Can you sit up for me?" With every ounce of strength you manage too, Bucky sits right next to you, bringing the cup of tea up to your lips.

"Drink, it will help your throat." The tea is hot, but it soothes that ache as a hand encourages you with small circles against your back. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder.

"Here." The bowl of broth in his hands is hot, steam and warmth coming from it as the spoon is brought up to your lips. "C'mon sweetheart, you need to eat."

"I don't want too." There's a small pout, cute enough to make him smile but not enough to break him.

"Half the bowl? Then I'll let you go back to sleep." This times the spoon slips past your lips, the taste is amazing, well as good as it's going to get with your taste buds being compromised but the savory broth warms your stomach.

Once finished Bucky places the soup on the stand next to the bed, he waits until you lay back down to place another pillow under your head and also to fully cover you in the blanket before curling up next to you.

His flesh hand never leaves your hair, leaving comforting and soothing scratches. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Before he could say a word, "I love you."

He says it back but it's already too late, your eyes are closed and chest is slowed but his is anything but. Heart pounding so fast he swears it's going to break some ribs, the first time the words ever left your lips and a big, goofy grin fills his lips as he stares up at the ceiling with a soft chuckle.

[ticklishfiend]

Of o were to give you a lee Deku fic, I’d say something where Todoroki is obsessed with giving Deku raspberries especially on his tummy. He’s super ticklish there and Todoroki thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 💖💖

A/N : okay while i was writing this i got carried away and wrote lee!todoroki instead bc i completely forgot that i LITERALLY ASKED FOR LEE!DEKU PROMPTS...i’m an idiot and i sincerely apologize LMAOO i hope you enjoy it anyways but i WILL be writing a lee!deku in the very near future so don’t you worry lol

So Comfortable (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Todoroki / Ler!Midoriya

Summary : Todoroki and Midoriya are cuddling in bed when Midoriya decides he wants to feel Todoroki’s heartbeat under his hoodie. When he realizes his boyfriend is a little sensitive, he can’t help but take advantage of it.

Word Count :  1905

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Todoroki breathed in the comforting scent of green apple shampoo, his nose nuzzling into the mess of curls snuggled underneath him. The boy with the power to control fire had never felt a cozier warmth in his life, the back lying against his chest substituting as the best blanket in the entire world. One of his hands held onto Midoryia’s front protectively, while the other was laced with the green-haired boy’s own scarred and calloused fingers, though to Todoroki, nothing had ever felt softer.

Everything felt so right. So perfect. So comfortable. The bi-colored boy hadn’t known real comfort in so long, and somehow this shorter, timid kid he had only met a little over a year ago now had brought more comfort into his life than he had ever truly known. He felt safe close to him, which to most people wouldn’t mean that much. But to Todoroki, closeness meant everything. He wasn’t going to let just anybody be this close to him, and he wasn’t going to be this close to just anyone. Midoriya had managed to wiggle his way into Todoroki’s comfort zone, and the previously-thought cold-hearted boy hoped he never, ever made his way out.

Todoroki felt the mess of hair under his nose move, tickling his face slightly, and he looked down to be greeted by Midoriya looking right back up at him with a small, relaxed smile.

“Hey,” Midoriya spoke gently, his thumb caressing the top of Todoroki’s hand.

“Hello,” Todoroki smiled a little awkwardly, but Midoriya knew he was sincere either way. Midoriya shuffled a bit under Todoroki’s protective hold, repositioning himself on top of the boy’s body completely, but this time with his stomach down on the other’s so he could look right up at him.

“You’re nice to look at,” Midoriya smiled dopily, his head tilted slightly. Todoroki chuckled, not being able to help the small blush on his cheek from the most endearing compliment. He looked at his partner with the utmost fondness in his eyes, bringing his hand up to stroke a thumb over his cheek.

“Right back at you,” Todoroki’s words were laced with a smile, Midoriya humming in response. The green haired boy leaned down to nuzzle his face into Todoroki’s warm chest, his cheeks smushing against the firmness of his muscles created by years of training.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Midoriya’s words were muffled by the fabric of Todoroki’s hoodie. He brought his face down lower towards the boy’s stomach, Todoroki gasping slightly when he felt Midoriya’s hands creep underneath the fabric and onto his sides, worming their way upwards towards his chest. “Wanna feel it with my hands.”

His hoodie was now pushed up towards his lower ribs, pale tummy on display as both of Midoriya’s hands rested over the spot on Todoroki’s chest that concealed his heart, which at this point was beating harder than it had the whole afternoon. Midoriya smiled down at his belly, nuzzling his face into it’s pale, taut expanse. Todoroki let out another small gasp at the strange feeling, his hands moving up to gently tangle into the mess of green hair.

“Midoriya, what are you doing..?” Todoroki’s words were soft from fluster, his eyes a little wide at the odd display of affection. He couldn’t help the small tinge of smile on the corners of his lips, however, as the boy’s nose felt just ticklish enough to ignite that nervous flame in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re just so cuteee,” Mirodiya cooed into his belly, bringing his hands down to hold firmly onto Todoroki’s sides to make it easier for him to continue his playful nuzzling. The dual-haired boy choked on a small giggle, squeezing a little harder on the boy’s hair. He could feel Midoriya’s lips smile against his tummy, a blush creeping up from Todoroki’s neck to paint over his cheeks and ears. “Does this tickle?”

Todoroki let out a huff of air, embarrassed and oh, oh so flustered. “Um, a-a little, yes,” he mumbled out in a stutter, his partner chuckling in response.

“That’s adorable,” Mirdoriya hummed, kissing right above the boy’s belly button with an intensely gentle softness that made Todoroki feel like he could combust at any given second. The freckled boy didn’t just stop at his one kiss however, oh no. He started peppering them with that same softness all over the boy’s tummy, and Todoroki was helpless to the small and obviously flustered titters that escaped from the softest parts of himself he didn’t even know he had before meeting the boy.

“Ah- M-Midoriyahaha-” Todoroki breathed out the smallest of giggles, which only pressed his partner on further, his gentle lips now journeying over towards his left side, the ticklish feeling making Todoroki choke out a real giggle this time. “It tihihickles!”

“You’re so ticklish, it’s too precious,” Midoriya smiled brightly against the boy’s skin before lifting his head up to gaze at his face. Todoroki’s cheeks were painted with the most delightful blush, a dopey smile taking over his features,making Midoriya genuinely feel like the single luckiest person on the planet to be able to see such a stoic boy from this perspective. 

“Have you ever had a raspberry, Shoto?” Izuku asked with a tilt of the head and a mischievous smirk. Todoroki blinked.

“Like...like the fruit?” Shoto asked, his brows a little furrowed in confusion, Midoriya just chuckling at his response. “I don’t understand, why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” Izuku said, enjoying the blush and pout Shoto gave him. “I’m not talking about the fruit, Sho. Here, I’ll just show you.”

With that Midoriya leaned back down towards his partner’s tummy, drawing in a rather large breath, expanding his lungs as much as he could, before pressing his lips back down on the soft skin of Shoto’s belly and-

“PPPBBBTTTHHH~!” Midoriya blew hard onto his tummy, his partner letting out the loudest surprised squeal he had ever heard before cackling as Izuku continued placing smaller raspberries all over the expanse of Shoto’s sensitive tummy.

“GAHAHAHA! IZUHUHUKUHUHU! NAHAHA! WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIS?!” Todoroki screamed, kicking his legs out behind Midoriya as the mischievous boy began kneading at his oh so sensitive sides, throwing Shoto into an entirely new wave of cackles as he now gripped tightly onto the boys shoulders (though he wasn’t pushing him away, much to Midoriya’s amusement).

“Raspberries, silly! Do they tickle?~” Izuku asked, blowing more ticklish raspberries all over his sensitive tummy and sides, even travelling just far enough upwards to blow one right on his bottom ribs, making the writhing boy underneath him jerk hard with a scream.

“YEHEHES! IT TIHIHICKLES!” Shoto cackled, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His body instinctively tried curling in on itself, folding forward until his own nose was nuzzling unintentionally into Izuku’s messy curls. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Midoriya chuckled. “Please what, Sho?”

“I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!” Shoto shook his head frantically through his laughs as Izuku moved his hands downward to squeeze and knead into the boy’s hips. Shoto bucked at the sensation, throwing his head back against the pillow in mirth, digging his heels into the bedsheets behind Izuku.

“Aw, you don’t know? Does that mean you like it? You don’t want me to stop?~” Izuku teased, before inhaling sharply and blowing another torturous raspberry into Todoroki’s tummy, making the boy scream out another fit of high-pitched cackles.

“NAHAHAHA! NO TEHEHEASES! YOU’RE SO MEHEHEAN!” Todoroki babbled around his laughs, his giggles becoming more frantic. Midoriya thought it might be time to give the boy a breather, slowing his tickles down to just his nails tracing teasing little shapes into Shoto’s sides and on the bottoms of his ribs. Todoroki absolutely melted into a puddle of breathy giggles, his grip on Izuku’s shoulders still just as tight. Izuku rested his cheek onto Shoto’s tummy, looking up at his partner’s ever-flushing face with the utmost love in his eyes. 

Todoroki finally calmed down enough to open his eyes and look down at his partner, who was still lightly tickling at his sides enough to keep him on a giggly edge.

“Sohoho that’s a raspbeheherry?” Todoroki asked, his face suddenly scrunching up in a clenched smile, his eyes squeezing shut as Izuku found a particularly sensitive spot right on the backs of Shoto’s lower ribs. Todoroki arched his back a bit, frantic breathy giggles escaping his throat as Izuku’s fingers stayed on that one torturous spot. He teasingly traced shapes into the area, smiling as he realized just how sensitive the boy under him truly was. “Izuhuhukuhu! Nohohot thehehere, ihihit-”

“-Tickles?” Midoriya asked, Shoto just nodding his head through his snickers and titters. Izuku just chuckled, moving his fingers back down a little to tickle at a less sensitive area and calm his partner down a little. “So sensitive. I could do this all day.”

“I don’t thihink I could survihihive,” Todoroki snickered before finally bringing his hands down to stop his partner’s torturous and wiggly ones at his sides. Izuku pouted a little as he was forced to stop tickling until Shoto laced their fingers together and looked the boy in his eyes. “Kiss me? Please?”

Izuku just smiled, his heart overflowing before melting through his ribs. He nodded, bringing his face up to meet Shoto’s lips in the middle. He dissolved into the kiss, feeling as if he was melting into Shoto’s face with how jelly-like he felt. He unlaced his fingers with Shoto’s to cup at the dual-haired boy’s cheeks, his thumb caressing at the scar he thought brought out Todoroki's eyes. 

Once their interlocked lips parted, they both looked into each other’s hazed over eyes. Midoriya brought his face down to gently nuzzle into Todoroki’s neck, leaving tiny kisses wherever his lips could reach. Todoroki’s shoulders instinctively tried bunching up at the ticklish sensation, his giggle fit coming back, this time much softer and much breathier. 

“Really? Ticklish here too?” Izuku smiled into his neck, leaving peppered kisses again on purpose this time just to hear the boy giggle. He felt him nod, and he knew they boy had to be blushing.

“Cahahan’t help ihihit,” he giggled, scrunching up so much his cheek smushed into Izuku’s head. Then he felt Midoriya draw in another big breath, and before he had the chance to do anything about it, Izuku blew another fat raspberry, this time into the boy’s sensitive neck.

Todoroki screeched, shoving his heels into the bedsheets and grabbing at the boy’s shirt for anything to brace himself with. “GYAHAHA! QUHUHIT! YOU’VE MAHAHADE YOUR POHOHOHINT! I’M TICKLIHIHIHISH!”

Izuku pulled himself out of Shoto’s neck with a wide grin, kissing Todoroki’s nose before laying his head back down onto the boy’s chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt. “M’sleepy…”

Shoto chuckled with a shake of his head. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just so wiped out from nearly killing me just moments ago,” He snickered before placing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. Izuku giggled with a nod.

“You know it,” Izuku yawned, and before Shoto knew it, the boy was snoring on top of him. Todoroki just smiled down at the boy, thumb caressing over his freckled cheek. 

“I love you,” Todoroki whispered to the sleeping boy he knew couldn’t hear him, gently laying the blanket beside him over him and his partner’s sleeping frame.

Todoroki was finally truly comfortable, and he only had one person to thank.

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A/N : thanks for all the support i’ve been getting recently! sorry this is kinda short, i’ve been having a lot of migraines recently so i haven’t felt like writing much, but i’ll be getting to more of those prompts soon! hope you enjoyed! much love <33