#I will just handle the bun-bun and kitty-cat

[the-last-teabag]

A little Bunny-rus and Cat-starion cuddling for all eternity <3 Finally being happy in undisturbed togetherness.

Many thanks at @imagineitdearies for creating my favorite drow in the whole D&D universe.

Anyone who hasn't read it yet, please check out their fanfic Perfect Slaughter

[ofstarsandskies]

[for ludger!] Julius won't appear and terrify her for this right? Hopefully! "Here ya are, one cool dagger for ya! Made from the finest of materials from my forge! I usually engrave bun buns into the blade but for you I did a kitty cat and oh here is one for Julius too!" She even packaged them in cute pink boxes! "No take backs either!"

@pastel-lapin || A gift for the bros

Whilst vacuuming around the couch, Ludger heard the chime of his doorbell. Upon answering, he met someone who he thought would never step near his apartment again. "Good morning, Mana!" Just in case a certain someone was on her mind, Ludger'd assure her, "No need to worry if my brother's watching-- he's out buying Lulu new exercise toys. Quality time with his second favorite person is top priority."

Mana handed him two pink boxes: one for him, one for Julius. Ludger set Julius' on the counter to test how this new blade felt in his hand. Sturdy yet lightweight, perfect for a concealed backup weapon. And as promised, close to the handle was a happy cat on the prowl. He'd have to call the Elle from the Festival and tell her his new knife matched hers (though he'd have to one day ask why hers were all engraved).

"Thank you for thinking of us, Mana. I know it must've been tough coming to our door after the swearing incident; Nii-san puts up a front of level-headedness and rationality, but he'll knee jerk react the moment I'm involved."

[honeylovecult]

🐱🐱🐱

[the-night-writer1]

When there's too many monkeys

A sequel to Amnesia rules except when you're pregnant. Enjoy.

Wukong went pain stakingly quiet after Tang told him what went on the past couple hours. He found himself curling into the sleeping Macaque for comfort. None of this was going how he hoped.

Wukong didn't blame the baby for any of this though. They had no choice in any of this. Poor little one. Gods Wukong hated hormones, he was so close to crying as he buried his face in Macaque's chest.

Tang got up and joined Pigsy in the front seats. He was about to ask about looking for the others when guess who crashed into the van. Jolting Mac awake and into protection mode. Shadow bubble as the two monkeys fell out of bed thanks to the impact. Rough wake up call.

"hey guys! We got the first ring!" Mk said as he pulled himself away from the wind shield. Tang automatically noticing he had the first ring. Grabbing Mk's wrist to look at it. Tang was excited as Mac who hadn't been spotted by Mk yet rubbed Wukong's back.

"you okay? " Mac asked softly as he laid on the floor with Wukong on top of him. The protective bubble vanishing. Wukong still had his face in Macaque's chest. Physically he was fine emotionally though? No not in the slightest and Macaque was quick to realize that as soon as Wukong didn't look at Mk and his friends. He wrapped his arms around Wukong's upper body and rubbed his back. He spoke softly,"it's going to be okay I got you. You're both going to be alright -"

"What's Macaque doing here!?" Mk yelled in a panic as Mei got her sword out. To be fair the last time they saw him, he'd tried take them directly to LBD. Tang slide in front of them while Pigsy just sat there.

He wasn't even a fan of Wukong but now there's another monkey here. One that tried to kill them before. Then there was Wukong's bun in the oven which made things more complicated as they now couldn't rely on him to come to their aid. Pigsy was in a bit of a sour mode since he felt kinda of bad for shoving that pepper down Wukong's throat. Now he had the knowledge of that poor developing baby.

"wait he's on our side now no need to fight him!" Tang said as he put his arms out to block an attempted monkey murder. MK and Mei had skeptical looks but Sandy was convinced when his cat jumped on Wukong's back and looked back at them. Mo was a smart kitty if he backed up Tang clearly they could trust Mac. At least in Sandy's eyes.

"But he tried to kidnap us earlier with a fake van! How is he suddenly on our side!? This could be a trick-" Mei stated before Mk pushed past Tang. He heard light whimpers that definitely weren't Macaque's. Wait the monkey king was crying? What was going on here!?

"monkey king?" Mk asked softly as Macaque gently scooped Wukong up and got off laying on the floor. He had moved Mo first.

"I'm going to take him outside for a couple minutes. we'll work this out after.Be back in five" Macaque said as he portaled out of the van before anyone could protest. He sat down on the sand with Wukong in his lap. He spoke gently as he rubbed Wukong's cheek,"deep breaths okay? I know you don't handle panic attacks well so just let me help you through it okay."

Wukong nodded as he held on to Mac's hand. He didn't want things to go this way. He just wanted to collect all the rings. Including separating Mei from her's and get the flame. Not find out he's pregnant and that plan was partly out the window. Baby be burned out of him if he went with his original plan. He didn't know what to do now.

"what am I going to do Mihou?.. I can't use my original plan now...but they're counting on me" Wukong asked softly as he choked on tears. Macaque kissed his forehead softly as he rubbed the King's cheek.

"we'll figure something out...but for now we need to calm you down okay? Kid start losing his mind if he sees how panicked you are" Mac said sweetly as he went on with the soft comfort. He had a feeling the kid was watching them with the golden vision. Kid couldn't hear them though so he could talk cleanly,"let's try focusing on something else for now okay? How far do you think you are?"

"about 10 weeks" Wukong said he rubbed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. Definitely Mac's then. Mac pressed a gentle kiss between Wukong's eyes as he wrapped his arms around his invisible bump.

"think it's too early for nicknames?" Mac asked playfully as he nuzzled Wukong,"sunshine or fruit seed be fun"

"pfft... Sunshine be nice" Wukong said softly as he nuzzled Mac back. Just taking in the sweetness.

---

"so what's he doing to the monkey king MK?" Mei asked her sword still out and ready to fight.

"just talking but monkey king looks like he's having a panic attack." MK said as he stared through the wall," so why is Macaque suddenly on our side?".

" well the monkey king is -" Pigsy started to say before Tang covered his mouth.

"That isn't our news to give Pigsy! However I am going to say Macaque let us know why he's been attacking us in the first place" Tang said after scolding Pigsy for a moment. The pig rolled his eyes after crossing his arms," he's in debt to LBD. He'd only have his freedom handing Mk and the Monkey King over to her"

[writingbakery]

⤿ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 ! 🍪

bakery special; i needed to cheer myself up with some fluff, & these lil hello panda cookies are absolutely addicting. enjoy 💗

dessert pairing; daichi, ushijima, bokuto, kageyama, & hinata x gn! reader

pastry taglist; @beatific-drabbles @this-kitty-got-claws @the-iron-wife @sushizombie @bakugou-jpg @bear-kingdom-princess @marsbf @heroheads

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Daichi Sawamura

“just one, dai ? pretty pretty please?” you pout, & your boyfriend sighs as he weighs the pros & cons of two different protein powders.

“we haven’t even had lunch yet, [y/n]. you’ll spoil your appetite,” he tries to reason with you as he places the bottle in the cart, ignoring your pouty face with every ounce of his strength. “but they’re so tiny & delicious, one box won’t kill me. plus you said we couldn’t have the really huge box of mini chocolates, this is a fair compromise !”

he’s really regretting introducing the “snack compromise” rule; it was meant to balance out all your junk food with vegetables, & yet daichi feels like you’ve managed to con him with it more times than he can count.

“fine. one box, alrig— [y/n]! wait for me, you’ll get lost again—“ you’re too busy skipping towards the candy aisle, the shiny boxes of hello panda cookies calling your name. oh dear, daichi groans internally, watching you gather at least six boxes in your arms.

maybe he can sneak in a kale shake with your breakfast tomorrow.

[“are you going to at least share them with me?”

“maybe, if you ask nicely!”]

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“say ahh, toshi!”

the gym is absolutely silent, every single volleyball player practically breaking their necks to watch you as you hold the tiny, panda shaped cookie up to ushijima’s lips. tendou is far too pleased, & goshiki looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

ushijima doesn’t even hesitate, leans down to gently take the cookie from your fingers — even pressing a gentle kiss against them before pulling away. it’s a practically unnoticeable act of pda, but for him it’s like he’s pulled you in for a hollywood dip & kiss, tongue & all.

“i like the chocolate ones better,” he says after a moment of chewing, & you laugh a little at his teammates’ expressions. “i know, but the strawberry ones are superior, toshi. you & your tastebuds will learn,” you tease, patting his cheek, & he leans against your palm a moment in another rare show of affection.

goshiki coughs on his water, tendou slapping at his back with a cackle heard all the way out into the halls. they’re quite obviously gawking at the pair of you, not used to seeing ushijima so... soft.

“told you. captain’s not so stoic with his weak spot,” tendou whispers, & you can’t even bring yourself to chastise him for gossiping; he’s absolutely 1000% right, & both you & wakatoshi know it.

that doesn’t stop your boyfriend from making them both do laps around the gym for eavesdropping instead of practicing, but they sort of deserved it.

[“i have the chocolate ones at home, if you wanna come over?”

“i’ve got a feeling that was your plan all along, princess.”

“maybe...”]

Bokuto Kotaro

“hi baby !”

your overly energetic boyfriend is waving best he can outside your window, arms full of at least twenty boxes of hello panda cookies. he’s got all different flavors, & if you squint you can see a few littering the grass around & behind him like a cookie trail — obviously from carrying more than he could handle.

“ko, it’s one am! what on earth are you doing?!” you whisper shout, but his smile never wavers. “you were mad at me earlier cause i ate all your cookies, so i told myself i’d buy you more, but then practice ran really late cause akaashi wanted to work on some moves, and then i fell asleep in the shower, & then the one corner store didn’t have the ones you liked so i had to go to the one with the fat cat in the window!”

“kotaro, that shop is nearly an hour away!” your boyfriend is still absolutely unphased, bouncing ok his toes as he tries to balance all the cookies in his arms. “yeah, but you’re my baby, my angel, my sweetheart princess sugar plum honey bun ! only the best for ya, duh !”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but inwardly you’re touched; he never fails to make you feel special, even if it’s a little over the top. “well, come inside then, no use freezing your tail off out there. but you’re big spoon tonight,” you warn, smiling despite yourself at the happy dance he does.

“and don’t leave those cookies on the grass, ko !” “of course not, baby!”

[he accidentally leaves a few behind, & you’re finding stray boxes for days after, but it’s sweet nonetheless, & your heart swells every time you see one. ]

Kageyama Tobio

“i can’t believe you’re not sharing with me.”

the pouty look on your boyfriend’s face is downright adorable, almost laughable as he rolls over on your bed to glare at you. you’re sitting at your desk, homework long forgotten as you munch the vanilla filled panda cookies — the ones you’re refusing to share.

“you wouldn’t share your milk with me earlier, so this is payback. you even looked offended that i’d asked !” you counter, munching another cookie, & kageyama scowls. “that’s different ! you know how i feel about milk !” he whines, & you can’t help your giggles.

“well, i feel the same way about hello panda cookies, & you’re gonna have to deal with it,” you tease, & your boyfriend huffs dramatically before flopping onto his back.

one minute passes, then two as you patiently wait. any moment now, and — “what if i brought you your own milk when i go get mine ? & maybe ... i let you sip mine sometimes?” he asks finally, leaning his head back over the edge of the bed to look at you upside down.

got him. you nod with a smile, carefully pressing a cookie to his lips at the compromise, & he grabs your hand to tug you onto the bed with him.

he was a brat, but you’d learned how to get your way with him, & he was none the wiser — he’s just lucky he’s so cute.

[“kageyama ! you brought me milk, i knew you loved me—“

“get away from me hinata, this is for [y/n] & [y/n] only !” ]

Hinata Shoyo

“what do you mean you don’t eat the ears first?”

your boyfriend is looking at you like you’ve grown six heads, but you don’t really care — you’re pretty sure you’re not the crazy one here. “[y/n], the cookie is so small. you don’t eat it all in one bite?” he asks incredulously, crumbs decorating the corner of his mouth.

leaning over, you brush the crumbs off his face before sitting criss cross on the grass next to him, shaking your head. “no, that’s not the right way to eat them. you bite off both the ears, then the head,” you explain, even pulling out a cookie to demonstrate.

hinata is still looking at you oddly, & you shrug your shoulders a little self consciously. “it’s how i’ve always eaten them, i dunno,” you mumble, & you watch his face melt into something more fond, more loving. “i’ll have to try it then,” he decides, carefully nibbling off the ears of the panda cookie, & you smile at how attentive he is.

“hm, they do kind of taste better this way. like i’m savoring it kinda ?” he says, & you nod excitedly. “exactly ! you get to enjoy the cookie more this way !”

“i’ll never eat them any other way ever again ! all hail the superior [y/n] way of cookie eating,” he declares, kissing your forehead as you giggle at his antics.

no matter how weird or out of place you feel, hinata is always there to make sure you know you’re loved just the way you are, & you appreciate him more than you can say.

[“is this cannibalism then? you’re sweet as a cookie, [y/n], & you’re cute like these ones too.”

“hinata shoyo, you flirt!” ]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[acciowests]

For the Elucien Halloween au, could you please do one where Elain is helping Lucien put on his face paint for the night since they've decided to stay in and give out candy to the trick or treaters. And Elain makes a joke about how he should have dressed up as a giant pumpkin since it would match his hair. It also doesn't have to be smut! :)

just some fluff and a lil making out tehe, enjoy!!

Paints and Pumpkins

WORD COUNT: 1234

SUMMARY: It's Halloween night and Elain and Lucien are getting ready to hand out candies to hyped-up children. Only, Lucien is a little stubborn when it comes to his face paint and a little accident, while rather humorous, makes it worse.

"Lucien Vanserra," she cried, holding the paintbrush tightly in her hand. "If you move one more time I'll stop and you'll have a half-done face."

Elain had officially been trying to paint her fiancé's face for 45 minutes. It was Halloween, the artificial lamp light filling the room as she sat straddling his legs, eager to finish the skull face paint that matched his skeleton costume. He let out a sigh, smudging the black paint on his lips as he spoke, "I told you not to bother in the first place, kitty."

"Stop calling me that," she hissed, holding his jaw tightly with her other hand. "And you can't be a skeleton without the face to match so hold still."

Halloween wasn't her favourite holiday, not when there was Christmas and birthdays to celebrate, but since being with Lucien, she'd learned to love the spooky season. Their house was decked out properly in black and orange decorations: pumpkins, spiders, fake cobwebs and witch's cauldrons. They'd practically bought the whole Halloween section in Target. While Elain usually liked to dress up as a princess or mermaid (something overly feminine that made her older sister roll her eyes) she'd gone with a classic black cat this year—hence the nickname kitty which she already despised. She'd gotten the tight, black leather suit from Nesta, adding a tail and ears, and painting on the whiskers and nose. She'd gone for sexy, seeing as this was her first Halloween whilst engaged, but she'd ended up still looking rather innocent. Lucien hadn't seemed to mind though, had pressed a kiss to her hair and moved to slip into his costume for the evening.

"A skeleton is basic anyway, and I don't think kids care about face paint," he replied, remaining still despite his unimpressed tone.

With her sister heavy in her first pregnancy, the annual Halloween party that Feyre and her husband hosted had been cancelled. Elain had been more than happy to skip the night, but when Lucien had brought up his trick-or-treating idea, she couldn't say no. Not when they'd likely have tons of candy and chocolate leftover in the morning, plus she was excited to see all the children in their costumes. She was going to be an aunt soon after all.

"Of course they do, face paint is the coolest thing to them. They're going to love you, baby," she grinned, content in her work as she leaned back and added the finishing touches.

She'd painted his whole face white to match the bone colouring, adding black contour, blacked-out eyes and nose, and stitch-like marks across his lips and out slightly onto the cheeks. She grabbed two cans from her bag, one a black hair spray and the other dry shampoo. "Black or white hair?" she asked, setting the cans on the table behind them.

Lucien had already tied his long hair back into a tight bun. He settled his hands on her thighs, rubbing his large palms up them as he titled his head. "Black? It will hide my natural colour more."

She nodded in agreement, taking the hair spray and beginning to shake the can. She loved his red hair, the natural orange colour had been the first thing she'd noticed about him. She remembered wanting to run her fingers through it and considered herself lucky that she got to do it every day now.

"You know," she started, chest brushing his as she lent up close, holding one hand over his forehead so the spray wouldn't ruin the paint she'd just done. "You should have been a giant pumpkin for Halloween, you have the hair to match."

The house fell into silence, the subtle playing of a horror movie leaking from the front room being the only noise. She lent back slowly, looking down at her fiance who had raised his eyebrows and looked at her with such a grumpy face that she couldn't help but laugh. "What?" she giggled, beginning to spray the black into his hair.

He wrapped both arms around her waist, tugging her closer. "You think you're so funny, don't you?" he muttered, breath warm against her neck.

"I don't know what you mean," she grinned, happy he couldn't see the smug look on her face as she finished spraying, brushing some strands with her fingers and staining them black. "You'd make a very hot Jack-o'-lantern."

"That's it."

Before she could lean back and see what he'd meant by that, he'd stood up, her thighs slipping around his waist automatically as he lifted her. He simply turned before putting her back down, butt against the table as he pressed her gently against it. She dropped the spray from her hands with a small squeak as Lucien pressed his mouth to hers. She'd be more worried about the stain possibly on their floor if he hadn't brushed his warm tongue against her mouth, tasting the chocolate they had snacked on before getting ready.

"Lu," she muttered and wrapped her hands around his shoulders as he began to kiss down her neck. Her thigh wrapped around his back, feet rubbing his leg as he felt his way down to her hip. He had begun to unzip her suit, lips kissing the softness of her breasts when he looked up and laughter spilt uncontrollably from her.

His eyes went wide as he sat back, looking at her with utter confusion before he realised. She imagined her face somewhat matched his. Face paint was all good and well, that was until you smudged it. He slowly sat back completely, collapsing into the chair as she sat up, leaning on her palms. "I look ridiculous don't I?" he sighed, reaching for one of her hands.

"Afraid so, babe," Elain chuckled, giving him her hand, despite the black spray that was sure to transfer to his own hands. She now noticed the fingerprints she'd left along his neck and couldn't help but blush.

"All your hard work," he pouted, and she wanted nothing more than to squish his cheeks together. "We should wash this off before—"

The doorbell rang and the light laughter of kids flooded through the open porch window. She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh and failing terribly. She slipped from the table, walking toward the front door and reaching for the pumpkin basket that held all their trick-or-treat snacks. "What are you doing?" Lucien whispered, coming up behind her.

"Our first trick-or-treaters of the night require their candy, dummy," she whispered back, reaching for the handle.

He pressed a palm against the door frame and circled the other around his face in question. She only smirked, leaning up close to brush a chaste kiss to his lips. "I thought kids didn't care about face paint," she replied with a wink, repeating the words he had said to her only moments ago.

After rolling his eyes, he stepped away with slight reluctance and turned as she opened up the door wide. Three kids stood on the step, their parents at the end of the driveway. There was a princess, the little girl adorable in her golden dress, and what seemed to be two knights on either side with cardboard swords on their backs. Lucien complimented their costumes and she offered them the basket, happier than ever that they hadn't just decided to spend the night in front of the tv.

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[amethystkarl]

Sunflower Feelings -- Sapnap x f!oc

Hi friends, mcyt fic debut here! This is a fic I am in the progress of writing for a friend, so please bear that in mind if you choose to read. Most aspects have been requested, I just also decided to upload here for feedback and funsies.

If you do read, I hope you enjoy and come back for more when I eventually have it! :D This is essentially Dream and Sapnap Get a Roommate: The Sitcom.

Friendly reminder that of course, this is both purely fictional and loosely based on content uploaded by these creators. Please respect both their and my boundaries by not sending/tagging creators.

prologue.

chapter 1.

chapter 2.

iii. “I’m leaving you love notes in the kitchen.”

Nick has no idea what’s happening in this movie. All he knows is the title, but even that memory is long-gone. Dream, that motherfucker, had decided to sit on the other end of the couch instead of in the middle. With the cats somehow occupying the entirety of the big armchair, Nick is now sharing a blanket with Sarah and concentrating very hard on not moving either one of his hands folded in his lap.

It’s fine across the dining room table, while all the lights are on. It’s fine in the car, he’s just thankful he has someone to run errands with for once. It’s even fine when they converge in the kitchen at ungodly hours of the morning,

*****

Sarah turns her pillow to the cold side for the 3rd time in 40 minutes, and she huffs in annoyance. The glare of her phone screen screws a single eye shut, her phoneless hand flying up as if to shield her eyes from the sun.

She hasn’t been awake for that long; hell, it’s not even sunrise hours yet. The frustrating part, is Sarah had finally gotten to bed after a particularly brutal round of homework, and her lovely sleep was interrupted by Panda’s insistence on making noise regardless of the time of day. She had woken earlier with a start to hear Panda quite frankly, yelling, from his perch atop the closed toilet lid. Sarah curses under her breath before scooping the distraught kitty in her arms, weight immediately settling against the fabric of her enormous t-shirt.

“C’mon dude, you woke me up like half an hour ago,” she whines, walking over to her bed and lowering Panda onto the blankets. He immediately jumps off and pads to the closed bedroom door, starting to meow again.

“Are you seriously begging me for a treat right now?” Panda cocks his head, and Sarah swears this cat understands more English than he probably should. She sighs in resignation, opens the door and snorts as Panda immediately slinks past her legs and trots down the stairs.The kitchen light is already on, and Sarah frowns slightly as she tries to remember if she turned the light off when she closed the blinds earlier.

Nick unknowingly answers her question as he stands hunched over the kitchen counter. Sarah makes sure to step extra loudly onto the tile so she doesn’t sneak up on him, and Nick turns to see her in all her post-studying glory. Sarah gives him a lazy salute and opens the fridge, her bloodshot eyes sliding shut as the cool air hits her face. Nick wordlessly hands her a spoon and holds up the half-eaten container of Cherry Garcia.

“Thanks.” Sarah tosses her handful of chilled KitKats on the counter, accepting Nick’s offer. She swallows and “mm”s appreciatively, letting the spoon dangle from her mouth as she swipes the jar of peanut butter from the pantry.

“Goodnight,” Nick says, half-smiling as Sarah nods her head in acknowledgement, spoon handle bobbing in time with the bun swept on top of her head.

*****

Nick barely conceals a jump as Sarah’s thigh presses into his. She’s settled into her corner of the couch, blanket bunched up to support her head against the arm. He’s jealous of her ability to relax, ability to touch him without overthinking it.\

He doesn’t even realize his phone has vibrated against his leg until Dream’s toe jabs his other thigh, the blonde man giving him a pointed eyebrow raise. Sarah is too invested in the movie to notice, pose casual, but eyes bright as the screen flickers colors across her face. He unclasps his prayer hands, taking care to remove his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants with as little movement as possible.

McDreamie: you look insane, wtf are you doing with your hands?

Nick pockets his phone, making a point of not looking at Dream as he lets his hands relax in his lap. He feels awkward just letting them sit there like wet noodles though, so he places his hands palm-down on his thighs. Which was fine, until he started rubbing his pants up and down as a nervous habit, earning another toe-poke from Dream. He’s kind of flailing, mentally, and breathes an almost audible sigh of relief as Dream breaks the movie-watching silence that has filled the room until now

“Sapnap, cuddle,” he says simply, splaying his giraffe legs over Nick’s thighs. Nick laughs and jokingly pats Dream’s legs, settling with hands on his roommate’s ankles. Sarah giggles, and Nick looks over, mirroring her smile as she breaks away from the screen.

“Adorable.” Dream makes obnoxious kissing noises in response, and Sarah tosses a stray throw pillow at him. “Never mind, I take it back. You ruin everything.”

“Bitch, I will turn this off.” Sarah’s eyes narrow, and Nick suppresses a laugh as her and Dream lunge for the remote at the same time. Sarah is quicker, and Dream stretches over Nick to try and swipe it from her. She shakes her head and shoves Dream’s face away, palm smushing his cheek and muffling whatever smart-ass thing he was going to say next. Sarah laughs maniacally, turning the movie up to a home-theater level as Dream yells, “give me it,” and Nick has given up on hiding his laughter.

“It’s the last 10 minutes anyways, calm down,” Sarah says, rolling her eyes and turning the TV back down. The cats, spooked by the noise, have fled the living room, leaving the armchair empty.

Now, Nick has had to pee for the last half hour. Not only did he drink a lot of water with dinner, he’s also been nervously sipping an energy drink since the end of dinner, can warm between his thighs. Laughing at Dream and Sarah made it even worse. However, Nick would rather piss his pants than get up from this couch right now.

In the epic battle for the remote, Sarah’s position on the couch has completely changed. Instead of leaning away from him, her knees are resting lightly atop his thighs, and her shoulder is partially pressed into his, partially buried in between 2 couch cushions. Nick feels like he’s forgotten how to breathe, terrified she’ll realize how close she is and move.

Not that her moving is an issue; he isn’t psychotic. It’s more, the “oh, sorry,” she’s sure to throw his way as she moves. It’s the fact that Nick knows he won’t know what to say when that happens. It’s that, even though the words “for what?” could be stamped across the back of his eyelids, he knows he will sit there like a goldfish. Mouth opening as closing as his brain grinds to a halt, the way it always does when Sarah’s around. Living with Sarah is somehow the worst and also best thing that has happened to him lately. Worst, because it’s probably not exactly sustainable to have a thing for your roommate.

Best, because she’s not moving. Dream has shoved his toes under Nick’s legs, seeing Sarah’s closeness but still craving attention. He keeps making faces at Nick, and he would be more pissed off at Dream if Sarah weren't so into this movie. The man has never been subtle, and it’s really annoying at times like this.

The end credits start rolling, and Dream immediately starts getting up from the couch, headed to his bedroom to preemptively set up the MCC practice call. Nick waits for Sarah to get up, feeling stupid for missing the warmth of her side as soon as it leaves him. She walks into the kitchen and swipes 2 Red Bulls from the fridge, handing one off to him before cracking the second one open for herself.

“Long night for you too>” Nick asks. Sarah nods as she chugs half the can, finishing with a loud exhale.

“I have an exam tomorrow, so I’m cramming. Have fun with your blocks and boys.” Nick laughs as Sarah gives a lazy peace sign. Panda and Poppy pad behind her, as if they know her room will be the quietest to sleep in tonight.

*****

“George, I am begging you to shut the fuck up for 2 sec-”

Dream’s sentence is interrupted by another inhuman scream from George, and Nick laughs even harder, still giggling at the last ridiculous noise from his British friend. Nick screams, partially to add to the chaos, and partially because he just nailed this Ace Race map. He doesn’t even notice his phone lighting up in his slap-happy, 4:00AM chaos.

“He’s popping off, your honor,” Karl chimes in, over-the-top British accent just encouraging George’s boisterous laughter and Nick’s rise in volume. He’s so wrapped up in raining on Dream’s grumpy parade that he doesn’t hear his bedroom door open. Nick yelps in surprise as a hand touches his shoulder.

He slides his headphones around his neck and swivels his chair, eyes immediately locating the source of the hand. Sarah is standing in his room, eyes half-open, shirt pressed into weird wrinkles from the folds of the sheets. He’s suddenly very thankful he stopped streaming about an hour ago, facecam long turned off.

“It is 4 o’clock in the morning and I have class in 6 hours. Please, dude.” Nick’s stomach drops as he realizes just how loud he must have been. Him and Sarah share a wall between their bedrooms, but he has some pretty good soundproofing on his walls; him and Dream both decided to invest once they knew they’d be getting a roommate.

“I’m so sorry Sarah, I--” Sarah holds a hand up, and Nick immediately closes his mouth, terrified.

“It’s fine, I am just too tired to have a full-on conversation right now. Goodnight.” Sarah turns and shuffles out of the room, softly closing the door behind her. Nick is frozen in his chair, shame rooting him to the spot. He knows Sarah probably isn’t mad, he does. But he can still feel the guilt twisting his stomach in knots, anxious warmth flooding his fingertips.

“. . .everything good over there, Sapnap?” Nick’s bones well and truly lock up as Karl’s voice hesitantly floats up from his still-abandoned headphones.

He never fucking muted in Discord.

Nick’s next thought is, thank fuck for Dream, as his roommate wheezes into his microphone at some ridiculous meme George probably sent him. Karl quickly abandons his question in favor of some shared joke, and Nick steals the moment to breathe and take a look at his phone.

Sarah :): hey can u keep it down pls & thank u - Delivered at 3:47

Sarah :): nick I’m srs I have my 10am tom - Delivered at 3:59

Sarah :): nick - Delivered at 4:14

Nick rubs his face in his hands, and he realizes just how hot his room feels, pausing to pull his sweatshirt over his head, shaking out both his hair and the guilty feelings for tonight.

You’ll talk to her tomorrow, and it’s gonna be fine, he thinks, sliding his headphones back into place. The other 3 have moved on to arguing about who gets what Hogwarts house skin, and Sapnap chimes in carefully, taking care not to yell or even really raise his voice at all. He says his goodnights about an hour later and goes to bed, fully knowing he’ll miss Sarah in the morning.

*****

As he suspects, he wakes up around 12:30. Nick yawns and gets out of bed, physically cringing as he recalls what happened between him and Sarah last night. He trudges downstairs, resigning himself to a poptart for. . . brunch? He opens the fridge to find an apple or something with a hint of nutritional value, and grins once he sees the middle shelf.

In Sarah’s handwriting, there’s a sticky note with “Nick :D” stuck onto a small tupperware. He smiles and cracks the lid, the smell of fajita vegetables and breakfast sausage filing his nostrils. On the counter, the coffee pot is pulled from the counter, and upon an experimental lift, Nick finds it still half-full.

He still decides to go out and buy a case of Sarah’s favorite energy drink and a new bag of KitKats as an apology for the night before. He leaves them outside her bedroom door, taking note of the “Working!” message on her whiteboard she attached there last week. He decides to use the same sticky note from his omelet fillings, flipping it over to write “Sarah” on the back, drawing a haphazard little flower with his red sharpie instead of a smiley face.

Chapter title cred: Lucky People by Waterparks

[all-about-kyu]

aww please imagine the first time foster dad kitty!yong welcomes a bunny hybrid child and they're a bit nervous, especilaly if they're a slightly older kid who knows how cruel grownups can be just because they can. ofc he wants to do everything in his power to make them feel comfortable, so he calls in uncle doyoung (uncle jaemin is a bit... intense, maybe another time). i feel like doyoung would feel flustered for a moment to be trusted to help but then do amazingly

NAUR THIS FOSTER DAD KITTY!YONG IS MAKING ME MELT (and I love it) 😭😭 their first bunny hybrid foster would be hard to handle since some bunny breeds are really skittish and cats are a hunter animal and bunnies are prey it would be extra nerve racking for both yong and the baby bun :(( even if yong puts out welcoming/ comforting pheromones for the bunny they might still be nervous. Uncle Doie coming and helping would be perfect (you’re right jaem is a little hyper compared to Doie and might be a little intense) I love this so much 🥺🥺🥺

[all1e23]

Code Date Night [One-Shot]

Summary: Sparks ruin date night. 

Warnings:  A little bit of angst. Lots of fluff. Sweet, protective Bucky.  

A/N:   A new Astrophile drabble! YAY!  As a warning, Bucky is injured on the job in case that’s a trigger for anyone. No death. There is a bit of angst, but it’s still Astrophile fluff. It takes place roughly 5/6 years after the epilogue. Write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me if you like it. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.  

Catch up on the series here!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!*

Bucky leans forward in the back of the truck, adjusting his boots. His feet are killing him, and he just wants to be off this damn job. The love he has for his career and his brother runs deep, but he’s so ready to get home and see his wife. That is something he never thought he would say. He’s always loved work more than most things in his life, but here he is desperate to get back to the station so he can see his girl. He settles in next to Steve and continues to hum the same tune he has been humming for the last several turns. He pulls his hair into a tight bun at the base of his neck and continues humming. In just under eight hours, his shift will be over, and he will be holding his sweet Beck.

The tune repeats once more from the start, and the moment it finishes, Bucky glances at the men around him. 

“Okay, what’s it from?” 

Steve leans his head back against his seat and fires off a guess without any real pause to consider the melody. “Flintstones?” 

Clint tears his eyes from the road for a split second and sets Sam with a flat look. “Flinstones? What the hell? Sam, you need to sit down and teach your husband a thing or two.” 

Sam chuckles and sends a Steve wink who promptly blushes at the gesture.

“It’s Happy Days.” Sam glances at Bucky for conformation. “Right? Happy Days?” 

Bucky chuckles and leans forward to give him a high five. Same dumb game every shift. They have to do something to pass the time when things are less than exciting, and it never fails to end the same way. Steve never guesses right, Clint makes fun of him, and Sam wins.

“Yeah, it’s been stuck in my head since yesterday morning. It’s on all night on that rerun channel, and the twins have decided four in the morning’ means it’s time to get up.” 

“Let’s be real. You get up that early, or is Y/n getting up?” Sam asks with a snort, disbelief, and humor filling his words. 

“Screw off. I’m gettin’ up. I get up every time my babies cry, punk. What about you? You get up with Stevie over here?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. This happens every shift. Every damn day. “Of course, Sam wakes up when I do, Buck.” 

“Damn right, but we are kind of passed that stage, dumbass.” Bucky lurches forward and knocks his helmet off his head. Sam whips his gloves into the backseat catching Bucky on the side of his head. Bucky jumps ahead, but Steve grabs him by the back of the jacket and jerks him back into his seat.

“Hey, guys…” Clint shouts over their scuffle. “As fun as this round was, we got a real problem coming up on the right.” 

Steve leans forward to see a thick cloud of black smoke rolling out of the windows of a small four-story apartment building. The bronzed painted wood paneling on the outside of the broken windows is quickly turning black from the flames burning through the wood framing. Steve sits back and gives Sam an order before slipping his helmet on.  

“Call it in. I’ve got a feeling this one is going to be ugly.” 

By the time the truck came to a stop, the windows on the fourth floor had shattered. Bucky and Sam rushed in to pull out as many people as they could. The bottom two floors were cleared, the tenants could feel the heat before it ever reached them. Even with his gear, Bucky could feel it. Sam took the third floor, and Bucky ventured up to the fourth, pulling out a woman in her late forties who was trapped in her bedroom thanks to a fallen beam.

Steve waited for their all-clear before he breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was out, and they could focus on putting the fire out, not carrying out bodies. 

Steve made eye contact with Sam and shouted over the noise surrounding them, “Get that redline in here! We can get it under control before it spreads any further.”  

The woman Bucky had pulled out of the flame is sitting on a stretcher, fighting against the EMTs and clawing to get to Bucky. She kept shouting about going back in, and Bucky tried five or six times to tell her there was no way anyone could go back in now until they got the flames under control.  

“I don’t know what you’re saying with that mask on! My kitty is in there!" 

Bucky yanks his breath mask off in frustration and tosses to Clint standing nearby. He is not in the mood. He’s already running late for date night, and all he wants to do is get a shower, eat some damn pasta, and make love to his wife on the one night his kids spend at Aunt Natasha’s. 

Now he’s got to deal with a fire that the Gods had to dump in their laps.

As much as he would love to save this woman’s cat. They can’t go back in. All they can do now is put out the remaining flames and go in once it was safe. 

"Ma'am, I understand but–" 

"Mom?!" 

The unit looks up and sees a little girl about nine standing on the fire escape, and the woman’s voice catches Bucky’s ear. "I told you! My kitty! She was hiding in one of the cupboards!" 

"Shit.” Steve steps back from the truck. “Get the ladder!“ 

There isn’t enough time. Bucky shakes his head and makes a run for the fire escape on the side of the building. He Jerks the rickety metal ladder down and starts to climb up to meet the little girl. She is frozen from fear, and he wouldn’t leave her up there all alone and scared like that. He can hear Steve ordering him to back off, but he can’t. What if it was Orion? Or his sweet little Cassie trapped up there? He can’t just stand on the ground and watch. 

"Buck! Watch out for the–" 

——–

“He climbed up the fire escape to help the nine-year-old girl down before the building collapsed. The heat had cracked the window she climbed out of, so he covered her with his jacket before moving her to a safer floor. Flashover shattered the window, and that’s when he got the burn to his left shoulder and upper arm. There was a lot of smoke covering them for a good minute. Not sure how much he took in.” 

“Okay,” the emergency room doctor sighs and glances up at Steve. “We’ve got it from here. We can notify his family if you don’t–” 

“No.” Steve’s voice cuts through the room, and he attempts to soften it. “I’ll call. We are family– I’ll handle it. He’s in my company.” 

The doctor nods. He understands. He deals with injured emergency servicemen and women more than he would like, so he understands Steve wants to be the one to make the call. They are a family in the way none of the hospital staff could understand. He leaves Steve to make the call and makes his way back to where Bucky is fighting against the heavy sedation they pumped into him. Steve doesn’t waste another second and heads for the elevator, but Sam catches his wrist before he can get far and pulls him back just a step or two. 

"Where are you going?” His voice is soft and warm. He’s speaking as a husband, not a member of Steve’s company.

Steve gives his partner’s hand a squeeze and pulls his arm free of the shorter man’s grip. “It’s Tuesday. That’s their date night. I’m not going to call her in the middle of the restaurant and tell her what happened. It’s not far from here. I’ll tell her in person.” 

Sam doesn’t try to argue with him; just simply nods. Once Steve’s made up his mind about something, there is no changing it. He watches Steve go and then turns his attention back to Bucky, watching through the glass wall that separated them. 

"BP is good. His vitals are stable despite the injuries and smoke inhalation.”

The words coming from the blond nurse on Bucky’s right sound far away and almost muffled. As if his head was underwater, or the way Leo sounds from under his Spider-Man mask. For some reason, Bucky can’t work out, she continues trying to talk to him despite his drowning. The white lights flashing over his eyes make him wince, and his eyes focus on the room around him. He quickly recognizes where he is. He’s in the hospital, and that means… No, this isn’t good. Bucky has to get up and get out of this bed right now.

He has somewhere to be and someone he can’t let down. He can’t let her down like this.

Bucky groans and tugs at the tubes in his nose as he struggles to sit up. His left arm burns, but he ignores it. There is a pinch every time he tries to move his shoulder to pull out the IV. It doesn’t matter. He has somewhere to be. A gentle hand lands on his chest, “Lieutenant Barnes. You have to sit back for me and keep that in your nose. We need you breathing clean air.”

With the weight of the hand and whatever medication they gave him, he is too weak to push back against their gentle urging. Bucky falls back against the bed, but he continues to try to pull the sheets off his leg to climb out of the cold hard bed – nothing like his bed at home, it’s warm and soft and filled with the people he loves most. He wants his bed, not this sad excuse for one. 

“You don’t understand. I got a date– My wife–”

“We can call your wife and let her know. I’m sure she will understand. You can go on your date another night.” The kind-looking nurse on his life cuts in.

Bucky shakes his head rather quickly, making his head spin and tugs at the plastic tube in his nose again. He can feel his chest tightening at the thought of Y/n, his Beck, sitting alone waiting for him to show up. He needs to make sure she is okay.

“No, you don’t understand. My wife wrote it on the calendar. We have a calendar in our kitchen and, and she wrote it down for tonight. She– she wrote in pen, okay? I can’t not show up. I can’t.”

“Mr. Barnes–”

“I promised my wife I wouldn’t–” He takes a deep breath and repeats, forcing his panic down. “She wrote it in pen.”

——–

Y/n glances at her watch once more and drums her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. She’s not nervous. Bucky is only forty-five minutes late. The large glass door at the front of the dark restaurant swings open, she sits up straighter, and a small smile starts to curl up the corners of her mouth until she realizes it’s no one she knows. It’s certainly not the man she’s eagerly waiting on. She huffs out a breath and slouches back down in her seat, grabbing her phone to check for any missed texts – not that there will be, that phone hasn’t left her hand all night. 

She takes a picture of her nearly empty glass of pinot noir and sends it to Bucky with a small warning following the image, I’m on my second glass. If you don’t get here soon, I might have to find someone else to take me home. They both know she would never, but they tease each other and the foundation they’ve built all of this isn’t shaken by something that silly. It’s one of the things she loves most about their relationship. She’s never had that before, but she likes it, and she likes that it’s with Bucky.

No reply. No phone call, and it doesn’t look like he has seen the picture she sent. Her thumb hovers over Steve’s number, but she quickly talks herself out of it. This is getting silly. She doesn’t need to be that wife, the one that calls the second her husband is late and makes a fool of herself. Bucky said he would be there, and he will. He would never let her down, it’s not in him – his heart would never let him do anything to hurt her. 

Everything is fine. He’s just late. She isn’t worried in the least. It’s perfectly normal for him to be a little late every now and then. Only three weeks ago, he had picked up an extra shift out of nowhere, making up for someone on day shift that needed to trade out. It’s part of the job, and she knows that. It’s not like Bucky is an accountant, working a simple nine to five and home at the same time every night without question. She knew that going in and saw it several times with Nat and Orion before she even met Bucky.

There is nothing to be concerned about. He’s merely running late and will be there soon. He promised, and he always keeps his promises. 

She is not worried.

A tingle runs down her spine, giving her goosebumps and causing her to look up only to find Steve strolling towards her. The sight of the blond makes her breathe a sigh of relief. If Steve is here picking up dinner, everything is fine, and Bucky will be there in no time. 

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Y/n asks, forcing a relaxed smile despite the way her heart is pounding in her chest. “Picking up dinner?” 

“No, Y/n. I’m not here for dinner.” Steve holds out his hand for hers and nods towards the exit, gesturing for her to get up and follow him. “I called Nat, and she said she would sleep at your place tonight with the kids and take them to school the next few days.” 

“W-what?”

Her heart sinks into her stomach, and her fingers instantly start to tremble. There’s a buzzing in her ears that won’t go away with a few shakes of her head like she hoped they would. Steve’s gaze doesn’t leave her, but he’s not giving anything away; his face is utterly blank. Whatever he needs to tell her he doesn’t want to do it here, in front of a restaurant full of people and that makes her stomach churn even more. She hesitantly reaches up to take the hand that Steve is holding out for her.

“Why does Nat– Steve, please… Where is Bucky?“

The panic seeping out from her chest is starting to slip into her voice. She can’t help it. Steve came to get her, her husband is for all intents and purposes missing, and he never ignores her calls like this. Something is wrong. Steve squeezes his fingers around hers and pulls her up. His arm tightens around her waist to keep her on her feet.

Just in case. 

"Steve… Where is he?”

The crack in Steve’s demeanor tells her everything she needs to know before he gets a word out. Bucky’s hurt. He’s not making it to date night. Calendar and pen could do nothing to change that. 

“He’s at the Brooklyn Methodist. He’s going to be okay, but we need to get you there.” 

——–

“Mr. Barnes. For the love of–”

A deep sigh leaves the young nurse attending Bucky’s bedside, and it sounds as if she wants to throw her scrubs in the bin and never come back. It’s late nearing the end of her shift, and Bucky isn’t exactly the easiest of patients at the moment. “I know you’re upset. We’ve called home for you four times. The quicker we get you patched up, the quicker you can get out of here and back to her.”

“I have to see my wife now. Not in’a couple of days. She, She can’t go through that again. I know this sounds crazy, and I am sorry I am being a pain in the ass, but she wrote it friggin’ pen! Just give me the paper to sign that says I’m refusing care–” 

“I don’t think so, Lieutenant Barnes.” Bucky’s head snaps up at the sound of her voice, and his whole body relaxes at the sight of Y/n standing in the doorway, she’s not smiling, probably because of what she just heard, but she’s wearing that little red number he loves so much. It’s the one that falls off her shoulders and hugs every inch of her body, and it’s really got him regretting missing date night.

“You’re not going anywhere, and you’re going to let them do whatever they need to.” 

Bucky glances up to see the nurse smirking at how quickly he settles back against the pillow because his wife told him to. That might bother him if Y/n wasn’t walking around the slightly uncomfortable hospital bed and taking his right hand in hers. She regards his left arm, carefully. There’s no hint of what she feels, which is unusual for her. Bucky can nearly always tell what she’s thinking because she wears every emotion right there in those pretty eyes. If you just look close enough you can see everything that’s written on her heart.

The white bandage, littered with splotches of yellow and light red, is wrapped around his bicep and extendeds up his shoulder spreading towards his chest, and her eyes trace every inch of it. The stretch of the injury explains the lack of a shirt on her husband. Whatever happened though left the tattoo on his arm untouched and she breathes a sigh of relief, not only would that hurt Bucky, it would break Ori’s heart to see it gone from her father’s arm. Y/n’s hand finds its way into his hair, and she gives a gentle tug until his head falls against her chest.

“Beck,” Bucky whispers, whimpers, really, but no one is going to call attention to it. The way he’s clinging to her is for a husband and wife only, and those left in the room take the hint. Y/n runs her fingers through his hair, and he takes a deep breath before whispering against her skin, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t– I tried to get there.”

Y/n’s hands freeze in his hair while he babbles on about missing ‘it’ and apologizing for hurting her. She can’t work out why he is apologizing until she hears him say, I know I promised and you wrote in pen and ‘m sorry I made you worry.  Bucky, her sweet December, is lying in bed with what could very well be third-degree burns on his arm, and he’s concerned about pens, past hurts, and the promise he made to never leave a similar scar on her heart. 

All he cares about is the damage done to her.

“It’s alright,” She assures him with a simple kiss to the top of his head, his temple, and his cheek, right over the stray tear that slipped out before he could force it back. "We can do it another night. There are plenty of empty spaces on the calendar.” 

"But–" 

"I’ll draw an arrow to a new night. In pen.” She sinks down next to him on the stiff bed and leans her forehead against his. “I don’t care what night we do date night as long as you’re the one I’m meeting.” 

“You better not be meetin’ anyone else,” Bucky whispers in her ear. There is a hint of playful teasing in his voice, and it makes her grin. He is attempting to quell her unvoiced fears and give her back some of her equilibrium in the wake of what could have been their end, and she loves him for it. 

“I hear you had two glasses of wine tonight and were lookin’ for someone to take you home tonight? Whaddya say you come home with me darlin’?” 

“Mmm.” She considers the offer with a soft giggle and pecks his lip softly. 

“That can be arranged, handsome. Let the doctors give you a once over and make sure you’re okay, then I’ll let you take me home, December.” 

“Whatever you want, Beck.” 

——–

Four days it’s been since Bucky was admitted to the hospital. Four days since he’s been allowed to sleep in his own bed or be able to really hold his wife. It has been four tortuously long days since he’s seen his kids and Bucky won’t make it another day without seeing their sweet faces. 

Y/n wanted to bring them in, but the first few days he was in a lot of pain, and he didn’t want them to see him like that. It’s not something his kid should ever have to see. Ori was old enough to understand it was a burn and that he got injured on the job but that she meant she understood. Bucky is worried if she knows all the details, she will panic every time he leaves for work, and she may be that much closer to being a full-blown teenager, but she’s still his baby, and she should get to be a kid, worry-free for as long as she can. 

As for the twins, they wouldn’t fully understand, but he didn’t want them to be scared of him. He was hooked up to a lot of machines, and he didn’t want them to have nightmares. It was better to wait. 

Thankfully, today was the day. Bucky gets to go home, and Uncle Steve dropped all three troublemakers off about twenty minutes ago. Cassie and Leo ran straight for his bed and climbed up on his lap to smother him in hugs and kisses, which he happily accepted and returned. Orion, though, she hung back with Y/n at the foot of the bed, holding her mother’s hand and avoiding Bucky’s gaze. 

He really hates it, not because she’s choosing her mom over him or something as petty and trivial as that. Orion chooses Y/n over him more often than not, and he’s okay with it, loves it in fact, but she’s avoiding him because she’s scared and upset, and he hates that he’s the cause of ache in his daughter. 

Once they get home, they will have to talk, just him and his comet, but for now, he keeps it light for the twins. 

“What have you two been doin’ without me? Drivin’ your uncles and sister crazy?” Asked Bucky, forced humor therein his voice that only Y/n catches. 

Cassie doesn’t say anything. She curls into Bucky’s right side, under his arm, and hides her face in his shirt. She was scared, still is. She’s been terrified since Uncle Steve picked her up from Aunt Nattie’s and said daddy was sick at the hospital, so she would have to stay at their house till he got better. She cried the last three nights in a row and slept in her uncle’s bed, snuggled between them. 

Leo isn’t oblivious to what’s going on around him. He is just as upset, but he doesn’t show his feelings as quickly as Cassie does. He tries to be strong for his mama and sisters – just like his daddy does! So, he sits on Bucky’s lap and nods, “I slept with sissy and Oviver at Uncle Stevie’s house." 

"There’s an ‘L’ in Oliver, buddy. You slept with sissy, you said?” Bucky questions, and his eyes shift to Orion, who is trying her hardest not to cry and scare the twins any more than they already are. 

“You’ve got a pretty awesome big sister, huh?” 

Leo nods and beams at Orion, who gives him a small smile back. 

Bucky raises his left arm, ignores the burning on his chest, and ushers her over with a wave of his hand. Orion didn’t have to be told twice. She dashes over and snuggles into his left side, careful of the bandage on his chest and arm. It isn’t anything too serious. Second-degree burns that may not even leave a scar, and he gets to be home with the kids for two or three weeks until it heals fully. Bucky is thankful it’s nothing compared to what it could have been because he could have been so much worse. 

Still, he knows it looks pretty scary to his kids. 

“Okay, you three know I’m alright, don’t ya?” Bucky places a kiss on Ori’s forehead and the top of Cassie’s head. He motions for Leo to lean in and when the four-year-old does Bucky’s lips land right in the middle of his forehead, making him giggle.

There is a muffled yeah from his girls, and Leo nods hesitantly. Bucky sighs and catches Y/n’s eye, silently begging for help. She’s better at this, better at the whole words thing. As much as he tries, Bucky isn’t as good as Beck – regardless of what she thinks. Cassie looks up at Bucky and tugs his shirt, grabbing his attention. 

“Daddy?” The small voice coming from his side makes him drop Y/n’s gaze, and he finds Cassie staring up at him wide-eyed and curious. 

“Yeah, stardust?” 

“Your arm hurts?” 

Bucky shakes his head and gives his shoulder a couple of shrugs to prove his point. There is a little bit of pain if he keeps it in motion, but Cassie didn’t need those details. She just needs to know her daddy is okay and all good for their nightly cuddle sessions. 

“A little bit, baby. It’s just a little burn, but as long as I keep it clean and wrapped up, it will be alright. I promise I’m okay. Just need rest and cuddles from my babies, and I’ll be right as rain.” 

She nods seemingly approving of the answer and then pipes up again, “Can we all cuddles in bed tonight?" 

Leo appears to like the idea because he scoots further up Bucky and lays his head on Bucky’s stomach. Ori glances between her parents, waiting for what she clearly hopes is a yes. Bucky catches Y/n’s eye and grins. She grins right back and shrugs just light enough for Bucky to spot but not the kids. 

“Of course.” Y/n says with a smile and a wink for Ori. “I always want you three snuggled up with us. We might need to invest in a bigger bed, though, with our two little bed hogs.” 

Bucky chuckles and tightens his arms around his kids. “Nah, we will be fine, Beck. Just gotta cuddle real close, and everything will be just fine.”

[aizawawhore]

Kitchen Fun

Pairing:  Aizawa x reader

Words:   1348

Genre: smut

Warnings: blow jobs, slight edging, vaginal sex, kitten/master kink, a failed breakfast.

A/N: It’s been a hot minute! Sorry it’s so short but it’s something to keep you guys going hopefully! Sorry if I forgot to tag anything! Also I didn’t beta read this we die like men. 

You woke up before Aizawa, which wasn't very surprising since he was out patrolling the night before. You decided to treat him to breakfast in bed--well at least that was the plan at first. You got everything ready, bacon was in the pan and eggs were being cracked into a bowl as you danced around the kitchen full of energy. You had the radio playing on your phone and a song came on that you were enjoying dancing to as you whisked the eggs in the bowl. You were wearing Aizawa's long sleeved black shirt with nothing under it but a pair of black and white lace panties. You were paying no mind to that though, you were just enjoying dancing and making your boyfriend breakfast. While you were pouring the eggs into the hot skillet, your music on your phone suddenly shut off. You turned quickly wondering what happened--Aizawa was standing in the doorway where your phone was, his long black hair tied up into a bun and only wearing a pair of sweatpants. He looked hungry. And not for breakfast. "So that's where my shirt went." He simply states while you're frozen still just admiring his form. He cocks a brow and you try to find your words, you don't even know why you're nervous--it's not like you were doing something bad. "Cat got your tongue babygirl?" Okay now you had a reason to be nervous. He stepped closer to you, and you shuddered at how fucking hot he looked--how did you get so lucky? You some how find your voice again--though very dry--and speak. "I was making you breakfast." Aizawa smirks and looks over your shoulder to see the eggs almost burning in the pan behind you, it draws your attention to it as well. "Fuck!" You exclaim. You turn on your heel to take the pan off the stove and just as the pan is set down on the counter, Aizawa has his arms wrapped around you and his leaning his chin on your shoulder. "As much as I love that you're in my kitchen, wearing my shirt and cooking me breakfast while you dance around, I'd rather have you bent over on the counter while I pound into you." You whimper at the thought of it, you swear you're drooling and it's not over the food. Aizawa's strong hands come up to your chest and cup both your tits, fondling them and making you place your hands on the counter and grip hard. You're legs are starting to shake from the feeling of his clothed cock pressed against your rear, you need him and you haven't even finished making your meal. Fuck the meal though, you need him. "A-Aizawa...we're in the kitchen-" "So? It’s my apartment and I'll fuck you wherever I want. You can't just be this slutty and expect to get away with it." With that, Aizawa pulls away from you and flips you around to face him. He has a sexy smirk on his face as he runs his hands up your arms and to your shoulders. You're mesmerized by him and you don't even notice him pushing you down to your knees until your bare knees make contact with the cold floor. "Be a good slutty kitty and suck my cock to get me ready." You didn't need to be told twice. You immediately pulled his hard dick out of his sweatpants and started working him up and down with your hand. He groaned slightly, enjoying the feeling of your hands as you stared up at him with big glossy eyes. After a couple pumps with your hands--you took the tip into your mouth and sucked gently, loving the taste and feeling of his pre-cum on your tongue. Aizawa had one hand on the counter and the other in your hair as he grabbed your soft locks into a messy ponytail to start thrusting into your mouth. He was gentle at first, letting you get past your gagging and so you could savor the taste of his cock. You hummed and moaned trying to give him even more pleasure--it worked because within seconds of doing it Aizawa was giving deep moans and thrusting harder into your perfect mouth. "Ohhh fuck yeah kitty, so good at sucking my cock. Dirty little kitty, enjoying the taste of cock so much I bet you're practically dripping for my cock to fuck that pretty pussy hm baby?" All you could give was a slight nod of your head before going back to giving the best blowjob you could. Aizawa controlled the speed and made you slow down a little, before totally pulling you off of him. He was panting heavily and you were soaked with juices just from having his dick in your mouth. This man was amazing. You stayed on your knees, licking your lips getting all the pre-cum off them that you could before Aizawa spoke. "Can my pretty kitty show her master how wet she got with just having my cock in your mouth? I bet it would be so easy to slide into that perfect pussy baby. Go on, show master." He cooed at you, making you even more aroused. Even though you were shaking, you stood up and bent over the counter before hooking two fingers on either side of your panties and pulled them down, shaking your rear a little as you did. Aizawa let out of a groan of approval before smacking your ass and fondling it. You let out a yelp, which made Aizawa just smack you again until your ass was starting to turn red. His hand wondered towards your wet heat and rub the slit lightly. He then plunged two fingers into you making you jump and purr. The man behind you let out a throaty chuckle and fingered you for a bit, scissoring his fingers in and out of your cunt and feeling how wet you were. "Please master! I want you so badly I can't take it anymore!" You shouted, you swore Aizawa was going to get complaints about the noise. He fingered you for a little longer before pulling out, making you feel extremely empty and needy. "You have been such a good kitten, you make master very happy." Aizawa leaned down and kissed the top of your head, it was a sweet moment in the middle of such a hot situation. You then felt his cock go deep inside you with one swift move. His hips slamming against your behind and you both let out a loud cry of pleasure. Aizawa was slow with his pacing at first, making you cry for a faster pace. He gave you what you wanted in small amounts, going fast sometimes and slow others. You were getting closer to the edge, his teasing speed drove you mad as he reached around your body to play with your breasts under the shirt you were wearing. You were about to cum, you needed to cum. The feeling was too much to handle but you knew the rules, no cumming with his permission. "Master, can I please cum? I wanna cum so badly!" You barely could squeak out. Aizawa kept thrusting, his thrusts getting sloppy as he was getting close too. "You can cum kitty, milk my cock with that pussy of yours." Done. You were done with that. Shouting and almost sobbing you had the best orgasm of your life right there in Aizawa's kitchen. Your pussy clenched around his member as you milked his own orgasm out of him. Curses and deep groans were the only thing coming from your boyfriend and you as you both finished. When you were starting to come down from your high, you felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you up and close to his chest. He was breathing heavily, his cum dripping out from your pussy as you recovered in his arms. "I love you Y/N...my kitty." This plan to make your boyfriend breakfast turned out great, you should do it more often.

~~ END ~~

[zebrabaker]

Demon’s Daughter: 02

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Part 1

The same day at lunch, Marinette had just exited the classroom after everyone else had left when she was accosted by a figure dressed in all black. She stumbled back a step, barely catching her balance. She managed to look up at the figure, only to squeal when she saw who it was, and eagerly return the hug.

“Uncle John!” She cried when he picked her up and swung her about. John was not the man’s real name, but a nom de plume he used to blend with the humans. The full name was John Therapon, and he was listed as one of her legal guardians (she had a lot).

“Little Mari!” He shouted, setting her down. He was an odd looking man, with waist length platinum hair in a warrior braid and green eyes like poison, he would always draw attention. He only drew more with his fashion sense. Her Uncle wore a long black trench coat over black skinny jeans and a black button up, with a clunky looking wallet chain. He also wore a thick chain-link necklace and heavy motorcycle boots. Over all, he looked like someone’s goth/emo/punk cousin more than an ancient immortal being who reaped souls.

“Are you the one Dad said was coming to check on me?” She asked, stepping back and adjusting her buns, which had come loose when he had glomped her.

“Indeed, I am, little chaos bringer!” He twirled her around and bowed low, pressing a kiss to her hand. “And for your birthday, I have a very special surprise!” He reached into his coat and pulled out a small business card, presenting it to her with a flourish, and she giggled as she took it.

Turn around!

It read. Marinette spun on the spot and looked up, only to scream in delight.

“DAD!” She flung herself at the tall, slim figure. Sebastian caught his daughter, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Hello, dearest.” He smiled, flashing his eyes magenta. She flashed hers as well, making them shine a darker shade of gray.

“I thought you were in India, visiting Uncle Agni?” She asked, stepping back.

“A simple deception, dearest. Now, let’s go pick up your mother and Papa, I made reservations at Raven’s Writing Desk.” Marinette cheered. Raven’s Writing Desk was a Michelin-starred restaurant. The owner’s father had made a questionable deal with Sebastian (ten years of life and a successful business, then Sebastian got to eat his soul), so the family got reservations for the best tables and half off whatever they wanted. “We’ll even have some others joining us.” Sebastian teased, patting her head. Right as they reached the sidewalk, a crash echoed from a few miles away, and a plume of smoke filled the air. “Oh dear. It looks like we’ll all have to call and reschedule our reservation. You go handle this, dearest. I’ll go catch up with your mother and Papa.” She sighed, kissed her father on the cheek, and ducked into an alleyway, opening her purse. Plagg zoomed out with a sigh.

“Ooh! Raven’s Writing Desk! I love their cheese curds! Let’s finish this.”

“Agreed.” She grumbled. “Plagg, Claws Out!”

X0X0X

Hell-Cat raced over the rooftops, soaring through the air. The pads in the shape of a cat’s paw on the bottom of her boots silenced her steps, meaning she was a silent black and silver streak, soaring through the air. She landed in a crouch next to her partner and confidant, Coccinelle. Coccinelle nodded at her, twirling her yoyo in front of her as a shield.

Coccinelle’s costume was very different from Hell Cat’s. While Hell Cat wore a black body suit with silver highlights and a pair of pauldrons, Coccinelle wore a short red dress coated in ladybug spots and black leggings. Hell Cat’s boots reached her knees, while her partners went maybe an inch above her ankle. Whereas Coccinelle’s gloves were plain black and only went to her wrists, Hell Cat’s had wickedly sharp silver talons and reached her elbows, where they came to a point.

Even their masks were different. Coccinelle’s was round, and made her blue eyes look huge, while Hell Cat’s was slim and came to wicked looking points on each side of her eyes, making her look more feline. Another feature of Hell Cat’s mask was the magic that made her entire eye gray, the iris a few shades darker than the sclera. While Coccinelle had long, flowy ash blonde hair, Hell Cat’s, when transformed, barely reached her shoulders, and had a blue sheen. While Coccinelle was bright and colorful, Hell Cat was sharp monochrome. The only splash of color was the blue bow around her neck that tied in the front. Lots of small children tended to ask Coccinelle if she was a fairy, since she had wings (They were the tail ends of the scarf she wore) while teens and young adults tended to gravitate towards Hell Cat.

The Akuma was flinging a series of items at them, which all bounced off Coccinelle’s yoyo. The common theme seemed to be car repair. Hell Cat glanced at her partner.

“What’s the plan?” She asked.

“The Akuma is in his utility belt. I distract, you slash, I swing. From there, clear skies! Ready?” Coccinelle asked. Hell Cat nodded and crouched down, her ribbon tail flicking behind her. She waited until the Akuma reached for yet another projectile and Coccinelle began to monologue before diving at him, claws extended to their fullest. She slashed the belt as soared past the Akuma, who quickly dropped to his knees. As the dark magic bubbled from his skin, Coccinelle landed in front of him and captured the butterfly.

“No more rainy days for you, little akuma! Au revior!” She released the now-purified butterfly, and waved to the cheering people. “Kitty, can you handle the victim?” Coccinelle asked, reholstering her yoyo on her belt.

“Sure, I didn’t use my powers, so I’ve got a few minutes.” Coccinelle waved to the watching civilians and ran off, leaping to the roof of the nearest building with the help of her wings. Hell Cat sheathed her claws and knelt beside the victim; a young man dressed in a repair shop jumpsuit that was covered in grease stains.

“Hell Cat? Was I…?” The young man asked, staring at her.

“I’m afraid so, monsieur. May I ask why?” She set a hand on the man’s shoulder and guided him over to a nearby ambulance. The paramedic handed her a shock blanket and she wrapped it around his shoulders, as the other paramedic handed the victim a glass of water.

“My family repair shop isn’t doing so good.” He sighed. “My mom was diagnosed with cancer three years ago, and Dad remortgaged the shop so that he could still support the family and pay for Mom’s nurse. Now, we’re pretty successful, so we almost have it payed off.” He growled, clearly frustrated. “Except some big shot at the bank is demanding the remaining twenty-five-thousand euros in a month, or they foreclose the damn shop.” Hell Cat hissed. The bakery was the most successful in all Paris, maybe even France, and they catered a great deal of important events. Even during the busiest time of year, they would struggle to make that much, let alone have that much that didn’t need to go to other bills and buying ingredients. She had an idea.

“What bank is it, and who’s the one demanding the payment?” She asked, plotting. She did need to make another deal soon; her reserves were getting a little low.

“Um…Monsieur Gerard Lilac, at Goliath Banking. Curse his name!” No one asked why she needed the information. Everyone in Paris knew, if you had a problem, Hell Cat could solve it. No one knew how, just that she made problems (and occasionally people) disappear.

“Hell Cat!” Someone cried, and she looked up to see Alya charging towards her. This was yet another problem with Alya. She never considered the victims, just the next scoop. Hell Cat stood and blocked her view of the victim, and nodded to the paramedics. The two nodded back and hustled the man into the ambulance, quickly flipping on the lights and driving towards the nearest hospital. All Akuma victims got three one-hour therapy sessions, one right after being cleansed and then one each week for two weeks.

“Yes, mademoiselle?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Why was the victim Akumatized? What will you be doing to help them? Do you intend to use this to track Hawkmoth? Do you have a statement for the press?” Her phone was inches from Hell Cat’s face. Hell Cat’s ears were pinned back, and she was really trying not to hiss. How she was ever friends with the girl she’d never know.

“Mademoiselle, the reason for Akumatization is never leaked to the press. We use every attack to track Hawkmoth. And the only statement I have for you is to get your phone out of my face before I break it, along with your hand. Goodbye.” She drew her staff and extended it, vaulting away. 

[ghostlyhamburger]

Even More Awesome

Prompt: Try Everything

Request: Adrien/Multimouse

Rating: E

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Adrien’s stamina was, in a word, insane.

Cats had nine lives, after all, and that meant after using the Cat Miraculous for years, Adrien could last for nine ‘little deaths’.

Marinette’s Miraculous gave her no such similar stamina. She tried her best to keep up with Adrien, but she was sore and worn out too soon.

Adrien usually finished himself off with his hand, but Marinette felt bad about that. She wanted to be enough for him. But no one woman could possibly be enough!

So when Marinette told Adrien she had a surprise for him, in that tone of voice that implied a sexy surprise, he was excited, but part of him was also already disappointed. Every other time she’d tried this, she still couldn’t last long enough for him, and he ended up fucking his hand. Again.

But—this was Marinette, his Lady. He wanted to trust her.

So he headed to their bedroom when he arrived home. Through the closed door, he could hear Marinette talking to someone, and another girl’s voice giggling. He pulled open the door to see—Marinette, Marinette, and Marinette.

Or rather, Multimice. Three of them, their hair all done in mouse ear buns, nude except for their masks and the necklace the original one wore. Two of them were passionately kissing each other as the third stroked her hands along her sides. She glanced up with a smile. “Hi, Adrien.”

“H-hi,” he replied, the blood rushing to his dick so fast he felt dizzy. “You’re—wow.”

“I’ve been practicing using Multitude,” she said, standing from the bed as one of her clones started to grope the breasts of the other, causing her to softly moan. “I can hang onto three indefinitely now…and I might be small, but I’m still big enough to handle my kitty…”

“Fuck,” Adrien swore, practically ripping his shirt in his haste to disrobe. “Marinette, I—wow. This is for me?”

She nodded. “Take me till I’m worn out, Adrien…and then take me again and again.”

His pants were gone, and he wrapped his arms around the petite girl, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his torso as she kissed him hungrily. Her torso was much shorter than his, so her pussy rested against his stomach, just barely trapping the tip of his cock between them. He could feel just how wet she was, and he couldn’t wait to satisfy her. All of her.

“What do you want?” Multimouse murmured into his ear. “All of this, all of us, are for you.”

“Can I use your mouth?” he asked. “You’re so good with your tongue, Princess…”

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “Bring me back to the bed?”

He kissed her neck, making her softly moan and even squeak as he carried her the few steps to the bed. He gently set her down on the mattress as the other two Multimice crawled towards him, smiling and doing that little excited butt wiggle he loved so much.

The first Multimouse opened her mouth, taking in as much of Adrien’s cock as she could. Her smaller size meant she was gagging when she was halfway down his shaft, so the other two happily took care of the rest by kissing his shaft, his balls, letting their tongues trail along his skin, one softly sucking his balls. The mice let their tongues and lips meet, making out with each other with Adrien’s cock trapped between them.

It was so many tongues, so warm and soft and wet, that Adrien was groaning as he let his hands idly play with each girl’s hair. “F-fuck, Marinette, I’m going to—”

She pulled back and smiled before placing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. He groaned as he came, cum splattering along her lips, her chest. The other two Multimice pounced on her, giggling as they pushed her to the mattress and licked her clean, making a show of enjoying the taste of Adrien.

He watched the two gorgeous asses wiggling before him, two beautiful pink pussies open and wet for him, and he couldn’t help but grab one of the Multimice by her hips and press his still-hard cock against her. She moaned and pressed back against him, quickly turning so she was facing him. “Me first?” she asked with a shy smile.

Adrien just wordlessly nodded. He sat on the bed and Multimouse quickly straddled his lap, easily lowering herself onto his cock. She gasped as she settled onto him completely, her head just coming up to his chest.

“You feel so much bigger like this!” she cried. “It’s so good, Adrien…”

“And you’re so cute like this,” he murmured, his hands holding her waist, wrapping around her completely. “I just want to kiss you all over!”

“Adrien!” she cried, laughing as he showered the top of her head with soft kisses. Her laughing quickly turned into gasping moans as he moved his hips, thrusting up into her rapidly. “Oh, god, Adrien, don’t stop…”

The other two moved to either side of him, kissing his cheeks. He turned to kiss them softly, one after the other, his pace never slowing as he fucked the girl on his lap.

“Dibs on him next!” the Multimouse on his left cried, as the one riding his cock had her voice dissolve into the most adorable squeaky moans.

“He’s supposed to decide!” the Multimouse on his right replied, her face twisted into a pout. Adrien couldn’t stop himself from cupping that cute little face in his hands and kissing her as his second orgasm hit, filling up Multimouse with a low groan.

He gently pushed back the girl from his lap, letting her fall on the bed. He turned to the right and murmured, “Can you clean her up for me, my little mouse?”

She smiled and moved between her copy’s legs, eagerly licking her own pussy, her tongue catching Adrien’s cum that leaked out of her.

“You,” Adrien said, turning to his left. “Can you grab the lube and prepare your pretty ass for me?”

Her eyes widened, but she smiled and nodded, reaching over to the nightstand to grab their trusty bottle of lube. Adrien sat back and watched as she slicked up her fingers before pushing them in her ass, slowly fingering herself as she moaned softly.

They’d done anal a few times, but it was definitely not Marinette’s favorite thing. He was a little worried about hurting her when she was so much smaller than normal, so as he lined himself up with her ass, he pushed into her so incredibly slowly.

His cock was barely in her when he realized that she was too tight like this. He pulled back, his hands gently holding her hips as he readjusted and slid into her pussy in one swift move.

“A-Adrien!” she cried. “I could have—ahh!—handled it…”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, giving her a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “Besides, there’s something new I want to try in this position.” He settled back onto his knees and lifted Multimouse, sliding her along his cock as though she were a toy for him to use. The soft squeaks of pleasure she made as he slammed her down against his cock just added to the overwhelming sensation he felt as he fucked her.

“Ah—ah, Adrien!” she moaned, her pussy clenching impossibly tight around him as she came. His own orgasm followed, and he held her tight against him as he spilled into her.

“Oh, Adrien,” the other two Multimice chorused. He turned to see the two doubles lying one on top of the other, their legs both spread wide, their pussies pressed together, both glistening wet as the two girls giggled and kissed each other. “Come fuck us, Adrien!”

“I will as soon as you stop doing the creepy double voice thing,” he responded, moving over to them. He pushed his cock between their bodies, sliding against both their pussies at once. They moaned, wriggling and kissing each other, providing plenty of friction for him to fuck.

“Damn, I am hot,” the third Multimouse said, watching them from beside the bed. “Let me clean them up, I want to know what it’s like to taste myself!”

Adrien’s cock was slick now from the Multimice and the multiple loads of cum he’d released. He easily slid it along the Multimice bodies as he fucked them both, enjoying their moans of pleasure—but the visual of a third mouse eating out the other two was what pushed him over the edge, spilling white onto their stomachs.

“You should relax,” one of the Multimice said, gently pushing Adrien to lie on his back. “We want a turn to take care of you.”

She was licking her copy’s stomach, cleaning her skin of cum as the third moved to straddle Adrien’s face. His view was blocked suddenly by pussy, practically begging him to lick, suck, taste her. So he did, eagerly pressing his mouth against his girlfriend’s slit, his tongue working tirelessly against her.

He felt two sets of hands grasp his cock, slowly pumping along his shaft. He lowered his hands from the one mouse’s hips to his sides, and felt two more needy pussies rub against his fingers, inviting him to push his fingers inside them and rub against swollen clits.

He was more than happy to let them use him for a while, especially as a third pair of hands were on his cock, all three working together to milk him, make him come again.

He took a breath of air as Multimouse moved from his face, and was greeted with the sight of the other two playfully swiping their fingers through his latest load of cum that had landed on one of their chests.

He hadn’t had a cum fetish before, but the view of his beautiful girlfriend covered in his release, marked as his…he was starting to see the appeal.

“Me next!” one of them cried out eagerly, moving to straddle his face. He obediently got to work, flicking his tongue against her clit, exploring her folds with his mouth. He tasted traces of himself alongside the delectable taste of Marinette, and was so lost in it that he almost didn’t notice another girl lowering herself onto his cock.

He did notice two tongues joining the tight cunt in pleasuring him, one above his shaft, one below. The feeling of fucking his amazing girlfriend while she sucked his balls the way he liked was one he would never forget—it was enough to make him come twice in a row, the girls eagerly licking as his first release dripped out of her pussy.

The three moved away from him then, giggling as they locked eyes with each other, each having that face that meant Marinette had a devious plan.

“I got the lube,” one said, grabbing the discarded bottle.

“And I have the toy!”

The one with the bottle tossed it to herself, just out of Adrien’s sight. She then lay back on the bed with her legs spread and murmured, “Will you please fuck me, kitty?”

He was all to eager to push his cock into her, kneeling over her as he fucked her hard, enjoying the squeaking moans she made. He groaned as he suddenly felt slim fingers at his ass, lubing him up.

“So that’s the toy you meant?” he asked, as another Multimouse pushed his favorite dildo inside him. “You know me so well, Princess.”

It was a heady rush, fucking his girlfriend while she also fucked him, being surrounded by her scent, the soft feeling of her body against his. All he could feel was Marinette and he couldn’t ask for anything better.

The dildo angled just right to make him see stars as he groaned and came in Multimouse. Cum leaked out of her, around his cock as he pulled out, smiling at the sight of his cock-drunk girlfriend lying addled on the bed.

“You’ve got one left, right?” another Multimouse asked, reaching out to grab his hand as one pulled the dildo out of his ass. “You haven’t finished in me yet…”

He grinned at her. “Yeah, I can go again. You want to ride?”

“Yes please,” she said with a cheeky smile. Adrien laid on his back, his hands guiding her to straddle him.

“God, I love you,” he murmured as she sank down onto him with a moan. “You’re the best, Marinette, Marinette…”

“Adrien,” she moaned softly. “I love you so much…”

“I love you,” another Multimouse echoed, resting her hand on his chest and murmuring in his ear.

“Oh, Adrien,” the third said, kissing his forehead as she cuddled close to him. “My Adrien…”

Adrien smiled, completely surrounded by his girlfriend’s soft words and soft kisses as he slowly fucked her, taking his time and enjoying this last round before he was finally fully satisfied. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm, releasing into Multimouse while the other two kissed his cheeks, his neck.

She moved off of him and the three coalesced back into one Multimouse, lying beside Adrien with a wide smile on her face. “So—how was it?”

“Amazing,” he murmured. “Thank you.”

“I—I can’t do that every time,” she warned. “But, uh, sometimes?”

He kissed her gently, shifting to move his arms around her. “Every time with you is amazing, Marinette. You don’t have to worry about getting me off.”

Her cheeks pinked. “Um—it was a lot of fun for me too, I think—I’d like to do it again.”

“Well in that case, yes, please.”

Marinette laughed as she cuddled close to her boyfriend, intending to relax with him in bed for the rest of the night.

[hollyhomburg]

Cute Aggression (MYG + PJM )

Summary: When you get drunk with your boyfriends- 3 things always happen: Jimin gets bratty. You get needy. And Yoongi gets impossibly irrevocably mushy gushy sugar cookie soft. 

W/c: 1.5k (drabble!) 

Tags: Polyamory, Alcohol, everyone is drunk, Soft Min Yoongi, bratty Jimin

Song rec:  Needy ~ Ariana Grande 

“Oh my god Jiminie you’re getting this all over my face” you whine, half giggly and half drunk as Jimin smears about about three times as much of the recommended amount of foaming cleanser on your cheeks. 

“You’re supposed to use this much baby” Jimin giggles, sending Yoongi a mischievous look, as if you don’t know that you’re definitely not supposed to use even half that much. You grumble and rub the quite frankly ridiculous amount of soap on your face like you usually do because you’re dedicated even though it’s about 5 times as difficult to do your skincare routine when you're this drunk. 

And Yoongi watches from the doorway, you only have one sink in your too small apartment for the three of you. And Yoongi will wash his face when you’re both done not that he minds just watching the two of you in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact: he indulges in it. 

Yoongi watches the way your cheeks move as you try to spread the cleanser around, pushing them up and making them look puffy and flushed pink. your soft bunny ear headband keeps your hair back. It makes you look absolutely adorable, Jimin too- with his white kitty ear band that's a little firmer to keep his shorter bangs back. Yoongi feels the edges of his heart turning squishy as he watches it, feeling domestic and soft in a way he doesn't often let himself feel.

In truth it probably has to do with the alcohol still lingering in his system. Yoongi is a little tipsy, you’d gone to a bar earlier that night to hang out with the rest of Yoongi’s and Jimin’s friends and left when the bar got too crowded. Though Jimin is the only one out of the two of you who really likes to dance- and the only reason why you’d gone in the first place.

In the middle of the summer- he’d rather dance in the safety of your own air conditioned apartment than in the middle of a crowded bar. You’d only stayed long enough for Jimin to get his fix, and Yoongi had barely restrained himself when Jimin had fixed him with a thankful sultry look in the back seat of the cab. not able to kiss him no matter how much he’d wanted to as the cab driver had already seen Jimin kiss you. 

In your nearly 3 years of dating each other, you’d learned the hard way that people don’t take kind to polyamory in public. And that’s just fine, Yoongi has everything he needs right here in this apartment. 

“Minnie- Minnie it’s falling into my eye- help there’s so much- this is impossible” you laugh, as Jimin swoops in with a rag to keep it from falling into your eye, failing like a puppy fails to jump up on a couch, Jimin ends up laughing too hard to help you and therefor can’t see out of his own eyes. 

 “I can’t believe you let me put on his much!” 

“Minnie- Yoongi- Yoon oh- help- please help me” you finally give in and ask him, as Jimin is no help flopped around your shoulders still laughing, and Yoongi grabs a different rag and starts to wipe all of it of your face. Yoongi’s gentle as he stops it dripping onto your eyes. From behind you Jimin smiles up at him, still half on your shoulder- he might be a little more tipsy than either of you. He seems like he’s trying to hold onto you to keep himself up. 

“You two just-” Yoongi breaks off, he can’t stop himself from smiling- then you open your eyes finally free of the soap looking up at him adoringly.  Both of his hands are on your cheeks, making you kind of look like a bunny, and for a second Yoongi pinches them a little like he would a sticky bun. When you see Yoongi smiling, you smile too. The expression so giddy and completely involuntary, you’re always like this- can never stop smiling around Yoongi or Jimin. He can’t help it- he feels his heart contract with love, 

Min Yoongi is going soft. 

He crushes you too him, hugging you and probably getting the last little bit of soap on him, but he doesn't care. Something in him, just needs to squeeze you. because you're that cute. He just needs to squeeze or else he’s going to burst. 

Jimin washes the rest of his soap on his face and sends a glance over at Yoongi- and gives him a knowing devilish smile. His face a little puffy from the liquor but regardless, he’s handsome. And fuck him too- Min Yoongi wishes he could squeeze Jimin too so much so that he’ll actually ask for it. Instead of doing the grumpy cat thing that he usually does and just hint at it, then sit taciturn until he gets it.

Yoongi makes a noise in the back of his throat, flailing one hand to brush against his lovers arm, nuzzling his nose into the top of your head and blinking up at Jimin slowly. silently begging him to just come here already.  Jimin rolls his eyes- why he always gets so fucking bratty when he drinks Yoongi cant even begin to comprehend. What Yoongi also doesn't understand is how the fuck it works for him because it does. Jimin is quite possibly the cutest little brat that he’s ever known, the perfect sour to your sweet neediness. 

Luckily, Jimin won’t keep him waiting and folds himself along your back after rolling his eyes. His palms looping around Yoongi’s neck and curling in the short hairs running them up and down. Jimin can’t sit still though, and nibbles at your ear playfully, making you let out the most adorable squeak. 

And oh- Yoongi physically can’t stop himself from holding onto you tighter, he knows he’s squeezing a little too tightly. Enough that he forces a little bit of air out of your lungs and makes you squeak again, and Yoongi is absolutely wrecked with affection, his knees weak with it.

“Yoooongi” you whine, “too tight!”

Jimin laughs, “it’s kind of like that thing- about why baby animals are so cute that you just want to squeeze them?” Jimin’s smile is nearly feline. 

“Cute aggression!” you chirp, and Yoongi literally feels his heart give out- it’s done, he’s just bursting. Both of you are too much for his heart to handle right now when he’s too drunk to empty his overfull heart or do anything but crumple in the wake of the affection. You keep babbling to Jimin, about aggressive but superficial stimulus and hormonal responses. 

Jimin nods along like your geeking out and scientific babbling is the most enrapturing thing that he could be watching right now- and the softer realization is that it is. It’s a testament to his love as he looks down at you nodding along interested, his eyes drinking in your excited expression as you share your knowledge with them. His hand sliding down the lower part of your back subconsciously and your words break off. 

“Park Jimin!” You say, smiling too hard to really be indignant, “Are you feeling up my ass when im trying to talk to you about science?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Yoongi scoffs nose still buried in your hair at the same moment Jimin must pinch it. 

”Hey!” you say, but Jimin just looks roguish instead of contrite. 

“You’re cute when you’re talking about science- and your ass is cute too, all of you is cute” you blush, And turn to look more clearly at Jimin, connecting your lips together sweetly by lew of a reply. 

Jimin’s sultriness tempered with the gentle way that you go into Jimin’s arms easily, even as you're still standing between Yoongi’s legs and leaning back against his chest, half in his arms and half in Jimin's. 

Yoongi watches and melts into a burning caramelized gooeyness as Jimin’s mouthparts against yours and you sigh and finds that he’s suddenly had enough of this in the bathroom.  

“Alright- alright,” Yoongi says tugging both of you apart, your lips make a smacking sound, and you whine low and supine and needy and god you’re going to be the death of him. Both of the people that make him feel dizzy with love and softer than a freaking sugar-spun piece of cotton candy need to get out of this freaking bathroom before you do something ridiculous, like smear more soap on your faces, make min yoongi have a heart attack or both at the same time. 

“Both of you- my bed- now.” 

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(Sooooo totally inspired by your art and that’s reflected here with the use—- also I’m pretty sure Kalo is older then this but for this tale she’s prolly 7/8 — Hope you like it!!❤️)

Weedle’s nose scrunched as his sniffed the air.

“Honey?”

Weedle blinked as he looked to Amadi.

“What’s the matter?” Amadi asked with raised brows.

Weedle sniffed the air a few more times. His nose taking on an irritated pinkish tinge. His face twisted as his nostrils flared. But just as the tickle had come out of nowhere it disappeared just as quickly.

“Nothing... Just thought I was going to sneeze.”

Amadi knew as much already. He’d fallen asleep on Weedle’s chest, and the sudden rise and fall jarred him from sleep and into consciousness. The sound of cracking thunder drawled his attention as did the beating of rain on the window. The temperature hadn’t fluctuated to drastically so Amadi didn’t think Weedle was coming down with anything. But, Weedle had been pushing himself, and if he had been in close contact with a sick council member... Amadi dismissed that, he’d been at Weedle’s side for the majority of those and no one had so much as sniffled. And it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Weedle to ‘just’ sneeze.

“Huh!”

Like now.

“HiTTCHEE!!”

Just as Amadi braced himself Weedle had stifled his sneeze.

“Excuse me,” Weedle said as he rubbed his nose.

Fully awake now Amadi got up and stretched.

Weedle’s lips puffed out in a pout as he waited for Amadi to ‘bless’ him.

“I’m going to go get a drink of water. Would you like one?”

“No,” Weedle sighed.

He wasn’t sure why Weedle sounded frustrated but if he wanted to talk about it, he would. So until that time Amadi headed out of their room and to the kitchen. Sounds of the storm raging outside encased him as he made his way down the hallway. Amadi strode with confidence. He knew the layout of his home. He’d only tripped once when someone had dropped a book in their haste.

But he couldn’t shake a feeling that he wasn’t alone. Pausing he turned around to focus listening in that direction.

But there was nothing. Nothing but the noises from the weather.

Grabbing the handle, Amadi went back to getting himself something to drink. Reaching into the fridge for water he accidentally knocked something over.

His hearing aid picked up the low sounds of liquid gushing out.

“Fuck.”

Bending lower Amadi picked up the container. By touch he knew that it was the milk. Putting what was left of the milk away he went over to get a towel to clean up the mess. He hadn’t let the carton lay long so there shouldn’t be very much to clean. As he wiped up the floor, he could hear a low sound of lapping and another sound much like... bees.

A brush of fur against his arm mildly startled him. But in the next instant he smiled slightly.

Reaching his hand out, “Hello there,” he said as his hand met the wet fur. “Getting out of the storm?” He asked, not expecting an answer. As messed up as he was, he would always have a soft spot for cats.

But the warm feeling didn’t last long as his brows raised.

Weedle was allergic to cats.

“We have to get you out of here,” Amadi said as he scooped up to hold the little ball of fur in his arms as he made his way to the door, scratching the kitty under the chin as he carried it.

Turning the knob a wet and cold wind busted it’s way into the fortress. But it’d take far more then a little breeze to unsettle his footing. But it did give him pause to reconsider. And think about putting the purring squatter in a closed room until the storm passed.

The cat could sense that she was about to be tossed outside, back into the weather she’d escaped. The hesitation was all she needed to quickly squirm out of the man’s arms.

“Shit!”

The cat dashed down the hallway.

It was late. Everyone would be asleep. Sighing in frustration Amadi swatted at his arms and chest, removing any fur that could be on him.

Weedle set down the book he’d been reading in bed just as Amadi closed the door behind him. His face twisted in confusion at this. “Hon Bun? You know we keep the door open... Kalo might need me...” His daughter’s room was just a few doors down. Storms gave his little girl nightmares. He needed to be able to hear if she cried or screamed so he could be there to make her feel safe. So their bedroom door stayed open during bad weather.

Amadi leaned against the door.

“I just checked on her and she’s fast asleep,” he assured Weedle.

That set him a bit at ease, but still if Kalo woke up in a fright, he wanted to be able to hear her.

“There’s a cat in the castle.”

“...”

“...”

Silence passed between them.

Amadi knew he was allergic to cats. Everyone did. He was severely allergic to the furry, dander shedding ones. Weedle was rubbing his nose at just the thought of how itchy his nose became when a cat was around.

“How did this happen?”

Amadi had been wondering that himself as he’d heading back to their room.

“I was out a bit ago for a smoke when there was a break in the rain. The cat was wet... must’ve gotten in... sometime when I went out or when I came back inside.” It was hard for him to admit to being the likely cause, but it wouldn’t do any good keeping the truth from Weedle.

Climbing back into bed, “I’ll get some help in the morning and get it out of here... and have everything cleaned.”

Weedle didn’t like the idea of a cat running amuck. Getting it’s fur on everything. Those thoughts had him itching his nose even more so. But Amadi had a point, everyone would be asleep at this hour.

Well maybe not everyone. Jenkins was always burning the midnight oil. But Jenkins and Amadi were hardly a search team. Snuggling down next to Amadi Weedle accepted that this was just how it was going to be. He sniffed the air around Amadi, his nostrils flaring with the action. He definitely felt something stirring in the back of his nose, but it wasn’t enough to make him sneeze. Turning off the bedside lamp, casting the room in shadows. A flash of lightening lit up the room and Weedle could see that Amadi was laying with his eyes open.

“It was an accident.”

Amadi grunted, frustrated with this ordeal and that it was his fault. He loathed being the one to cause drama of any sort.

“I’ll hear Kalo if she calls for you,” he said as he turned up the volume on his device.

Leaning a bit Weedle placed a kiss against Amadi’s head. Hoping to ease some of the blame he knew Amadi was piling on himself.

“Sweet dreams Honey.”

Weedle blinked awake. The room was dark. What had woken him up—

“Daddy there’s a monster under my bed.”

Kalo’s quiet voice had Weedle turning to find his daughter at the side of the bed. The bedroom door was cracked, hall light spilling in for him to see that Amadi was passed out.

“Okay,” he said just as softly, not wanting to disturb Amadi.

Moving slowly he got out of bed, placing his hand at Kalo’s back to soothe her fears as he followed her to her room.

Kalo stopped at her doorway and pointed at her bed. “It’s under there.”

“I can promise you Sweetheart that there is no monster under your bed,” Weedle assured as he knelt down to look under his daughter’s bed, acting the part of a looking for the monster. “Just like there wasn’t a monster in your closet last week, th-the—re’s uUHhh— no-huuH—nothing un—“

Two reflecting circles came into view just as Weedle’s eyes closed.

“HAHH!!! HTCHOO!!”

Kalo screamed as something darted out from under her bed and ran passed her.

“H—-huH—- HUUH!! HAATCHOOOO!!”

“There’s a monster!” Kalo wailed as she hurried over to her father for protection.

Weedle sniffled as his nose ran. Shaking his head. “N-No Kalo it’s not a monster. It was just a ca—“

“Are you okay?” Amadi said as he hurried into the room. His fists clinched tight and ready for a fight at hearing Kalo scream that there was a monster.

Knowing there was no way she was going to feel safe alone Weedle scooped up Kalo to hold close to his chest.

“We’re okay. Kalo’s just going to sleep with us tonight.”

Kalo rubbed away the tears in her eyes with her arm before hugging her dad with all her strength.

Amadi gave a slight nod, following Weedle and Kalo down the hall and back to bed.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out for, but Amadi found himself awake, again.

“H—hH—hiH—!!”

Kalo squirmed in her blanket cocoon. Roused by the shaking going on beneath her. She saw sunlight pouring into the room through the windows. The next thing she saw was a black and orange fur ball licking her cheek.

“Kitty,” she smiled.

“HuU-H!!”

But her smile didn’t last as she looked up to see a bright red, angrily twitching nose with it’s flaring nostrils.

“Uh-oh.”

Capturing the cat in her blanket Kalo slipped out of bed and waddled out of the room.

“HUH!!! HEITCHIOOO!!! HiH—hiH!! HT—CHHOOO!!”

The bed shook with Weedle’s sneezes, disorienting Amadi just a bit. But once Weedle’s fit had calmed down to just sniffling Amadi grabbed a handkerchief out from the bedside table and and offered it.

“Than’gk you,” Weedle said, tone muddled with congestion as he brought the cloth up to clean his nose.

Kalo yawned as she climbed back into bed. “Cat’s outside,” she said. Pointing at the window where a cat sat looking in.

Although Weedle saw that the cat was on the other side of the glass his nose grew wider as his nostrils flared. He could just barely make out orange and black fur on his chest that disappeared as he sniffed it up. The cat had been on him! His mouth slackened, eyes closing as he prepared to sneeze.

[dreadlockholiday]

77, 89 and 90 for that ask thingy !! I love u and ur writing so much so thank u for u and ur amazing brain <3

Nonnnnnieeeeee you're making me melt AHHHHH!!!

My little heart!!! My little heart can't handle it I love you so much!! 😭 This put the biggest smile on my face, thank you! 💞

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable?

First of all, YOU! 💞💞 Second of all, cats and kitties and their tiny purrs and meows and mrrrphs! 😍 And then, and then– i love hamsters! And Bucky gardening and feeding his pets and knitting scarves for Steve! And them cuddling under blankets, giving each other forehead kissing and nuzzles and smiling against the others skin. Bucky in a half bun! 💫💫 Okay I'm gonna stop but I can go on for hours if you ever need me rambling about cuteness 😚

89. Three things you like about yourself?

Ummm this is requiring a lot of thimking™ on my part 😳 I guess I like 1) how my hands look, 2) my open-mindedness and 3) how it's easy and natural for me to create artistic stuff, I'm proud of it and it makes me really happy!

90. Ily and you deserve the world

Nonnie, I love you more and you deserve all the best! I have a special seat in my heart just for you <3 hope you have a good day/night because you just made my whole week! 💫

[ao3bronte]

Unseen Scars by @ao3bronte Part 7 | Part 8  Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

This is my eighth prompt for @badthingshappenbingo ! Please reblog and enjoy!

Concussion (8/8)

A few hours later, both Plagg and Adrien wake up with a start as a brown paper sack lands with a crunch beside them. Within the blink of an eye, the kwami tears open the bag and pulls out a wedge of comté, attacking it voraciously. Adrien, on the other hand, can’t seem to drag his eyes away from Ladybug, all silhouette and cinnamon sugar against the haze of light from the streetlamps of Paris.

“Hey Kitty. I brought you some freshly baked bread. I figured after two days of soup, you would be hungry.”

Adrien swallows thickly and reaches for the bag blindly, still staring. She steps closer and her face is suddenly illuminated by the ambient light from his computer screen, highlighting the shape of her chin and the bow of her lips.

“Ladybug…th-thanks.”

She hesitates briefly before sitting at the foot of his bed. She’s as stiff as a board and a blush begins to speckle her cheekbones. Somewhere to her left, Plagg groans.

“You’re welcome,” Ladybug replies after a beat, keeping her voice as steady as possible. She closes her eyes briefly to remind herself why she’s here and opens them again, determined, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he whispers, ripping off a small piece off the bun she’d brought him, “Much better.”

She smiles, “Good. How’s your head?”

“Um…” Adrien reaches back and gently pats the scabby lump still protruding from the back of his skull, “It still hurts.”

Ladybug settles more comfortably on the mattress, crossing her legs in front of her, “I’m not surprised, considering a building fell on top of you.”

“A building?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No…I’m not remembering a whole lot right now, to be honest.”

Ladybug presses her hand against the bulge in the duvet where his feet rest and squeezes gently, “I’m glad you’re being honest with me.”

“Who else can I be honest with? You’re my partner.”

Ladybug smiles and Adrien feels the gravity of the world start to lighten, “I’m glad. I was worried that…” she gestures between the two of them, “...this would make things kind of weird.”

“Our lives are pretty weird to begin with,” Adrien shrugs, wincing a little at the pain that slices through the base of his skull, “But yeah, no. I mean, I haven’t really had a lot of time to, um…”

She watches as his face scrunches up in concentration and tries to console him, “It’s alright...it’s been a lot to take in.”

“Yeah…” Adrien trails off, pointedly looking in any direction other than hers, “Sorry.”

He hears her sigh a little, “Don’t blame yourself for anything, mon minou. Now, Plagg,” Ladybug scoops the kwami into her palms and scratches his bloated belly, “Has Adrien been behaving himself this evening?”

Plagg’s elated purrs begin to fill the room, “Sort of. He threw up most of his dinner.”

Adrien blushes and shoves another piece of bread into his mouth, praying that it stays down this time, “It didn’t taste as good as yours. Your—your soup, I mean.”

Ladybug tries not to grimace at the graphic detail and glances back down at Plagg, “And you made sure he stayed hydrated?”

Plagg shoves his nose into the air, “Obviously.”

Ladybug shares a look of exasperation with her partner, “Good kitty. Now, go and eat your cheese.” She lowers her hand and lightly rolls him from her palm, smiling as he lays on his back with his cheese, eyes half-lidded in bliss, “Is he always this obsessed with cheese?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, now I see where you get your cheesy lines from.”

Adrien smiles, “You sure know how to hurt my felines.”

Snorting, she wipes a hand down her face in mock annoyance and tries to keep her own smile at bay, “You’re pawful.”

“M’lady,” he goes to laugh and blanches instead, his hand instinctively clutching his head. Ladybug is beside him in an instant, gloved fingers cupping his elbows and then carding through his hair.

“Are you alright? What is it?”

Adrien pinches his eyes closed and tries to stop the sensation of nausea from crawling up his throat, “I just…need a minute.”

Fighting her own panic coursing through her veins, she continues her ministrations, her thumbs rubbing circles on his temples, “You know, headaches are pretty common after a concussion.”

‘Y-yeah?” he stutters, his teeth chattering from the thundering of the axe splitting his skull. He tries to focus on Ladybug’s fingers as her left hand travels down his cheek and around his jaw, scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” she replies quietly, “By the way, when was the last time you had a shower?”

Adrien’s eyes shoot open, surprised by the sudden turn in conversation, “Uhhh…I don’t know?”

She laughs through her nose, “I can tell. Come on, smelly cat, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Sh-shower?”

“It will make you feel better, I promise. Now, do you need help getting over there?”

Adrien is struggling to keep up with the conversation, but the pain in his head has lessened and there’s a hand in front of his face, beckoning him to stand. He laces their fingers together and lets her pull him to a sitting position for a moment, pausing briefly to fight the acid building in his stomach. He swallows against it and she supports him as he stands, dizzy but otherwise stable. At last, she lets go and matches his wobbly strides as he crosses the floor, eyes focused on the open door of the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“I’ll be out here,” she says, the blush peppering her cheeks returning with full force, “Be careful and try not to slip. Yell if you need me.”

Adrien nods as she closes the door part way behind him, probably in order to save him more easily if need be.

The water stings his scalp when he dips his head beneath the rain shower and he winces when flakes of old blood begin to pool at his feet. Didn’t he shower after he got hit in the head? He doesn’t even remember when that was…a few days ago? Maybe?

Ladybug had said that a building had fallen on top of him as Chat Noir but his recollection was hazy at best. It feels like he’s trying to see his reflection through a fogged-up glass and the image he knows is there is somehow obstructed by some intangible force he can’t wipe away. Errant thoughts and murky memories filter through his mind like a sieve, ideas and entire sentences falling through the cracks.

He pours shampoo in his hands and begins to lather it through his hair, nearly screaming as he dislodges the scabs on his scalp with his fingertips. He doesn’t remember much of what happens after that, but his bottle of conditioner is wet so he must have used it. And his loofah is on the wrong shelf, so he probably washed his body with it at some point. Was it before he washed his hair? Or after? He picks it up and smells it, grimacing when he realises he’s just scrubbed his skin with conditioner.

Merde! He just can’t win for losing!

Tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, he shuts off the water and figures that he’s had enough stupid for one day. He towels himself off haphazardly as he steps out onto the shower mat and stares up at the all too bright ceiling to keep from letting his tears stream down his cheeks; he can’t let Ladybug see what an idiot he is, even if it means locking up what he’s feeling and throwing away the key.

She’s left him a pair of fresh pyjamas just inside the threshold of the bathroom door and he feels like crying all over again.

Ladybug is waiting for him when he finally leaves the bathroom, hovering just beyond mattress platform of his bed. She gives him a quick once-over, taking stock of his soggy hair and red rimmed eyes as he exits, and she leads him over to his divan.

“My Papa used to play football when he was a teenager,” she explains quietly, folding one leg beneath her before settling on the couch, “He said that he used to hit his head all the time on the field but they didn't know a lot about concussions back then.”

Adrien follows her lead and sits down beside her, “One day when he was at university, he was playing a practice match against his friends when he was tackled from behind and fell, hitting his head against his friend's cleat. He kept playing but he didn't feel very good and when he and his friends went to the bar for drinks afterwards, he fell asleep on the table and woke up in the hospital.”

“Papa said it took months for him to recover,” she continues, “He had whiplash and had to wear sunglasses all the time because the lights were too bright and he couldn't go out with his friends anymore because they were too loud. He failed a semester of school because he couldn't sleep at night and had headaches all the time.”

Ladybug sighs, “He flunked out of school and started working as a...well, it’s a kind of job where you don’t need to worry about weird sleeping hours. He still has insomnia and waking up really early is easy for him, which makes his job easier...things always happen for a reason, I guess,” Ladybug goes to place a hand on Adrien’s knee and hesitates, resting it on the cushion instead, “At least that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“So...you’re saying that I hit my head for a reason?”

“I know it sounds silly but…” Ladybug shakes her head, “I don’t know. I just know that I’m here for you now, to take care of you.”

“But what about the akumas? I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Adrien,” Ladybug’s hand finally presses against his, “I can handle the akumas on my own for now.”

Adrien frowns, “What if you need help?”

“I'll find a way like I always do.”

“But—”

“No buts Chat,” Ladybug shifts her hand onto his knee and squeezes gently, “Besides, Plagg and I have already come to an agreement.”

“Plagg…” Adrien warns, his eyes narrowing at the little kwami. 

Plagg shrugs noncommittally, “Ladybug is right. You're grounded until you feel better.”

“I do feel better!” Adrien exclaims, tossing his arms in the air. His voice sounds fragile in his ears and he folds in on himself in defense, “I'll be fine in a few days.”

“It's going to take longer than that and you know it,” Ladybug replies sternly, squeezing harder, “I'll come and visit you every night to check up on you. You won't be alone.”

“I'm always alone,” he grumbles and immediately regrets it; it's like he's missing a filter or something!

“No you're not. You have your friends! You have Nino and Alya and...and Marinette. We're all here for you.”

Adrien pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why didn't your stupid purification charm work on me?”

He doesn't miss the pained look on her face as she lets him go, reeling back, “I...I don't know.”

Plagg appears over her shoulder, frowning as he licks the cheese off his paws, “It healed most of it.”

Ladybug and Adrien take pause, “It was worse?”

Plagg doesn't make eye contact, “Oh yes.”

He doesn't elaborate. Ladybug has a vivid enough imagination not to ask and Adrien just sinks further into his seat.

“You could have died…” Ladybug’s voice trails off and she looks suddenly stricken, blue eyes wide and brimming with something Adrien’s not used to seeing on her features. She holds her breath and moves before her mind can catch up with her emotions, wrapping her arms around his body. She crushes him to her chest and he squeezes back, burrowing his forehead into her shoulder.

“Oh Chat.”

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until it’s spilling down his cheeks, the hot tears catching on the waterproof fabric of her suit. He tries desperately to get a hold of himself but the dam he’s built has been leaking for days now and it all comes streaming out in a deluge he can’t hold back any longer. She strokes his back with one hand and buries her fingers into the hair at the base of his skull with the other, scratching calmingly against his skin. He feels himself begin to relax again, the pent-up storm inside of him dissolving like steam, the heat of her body and heart boiling away the emotions beneath. He’s so tired, so fed up with being useless and used and he clings to her like a lifeline, scared she’ll dissolve, scared she’ll leave him behind.

(Plagg, for all his eccentricities, falls apart a little at the seams.)

“It’s okay, mon minou,” she continues to stroke his back and card her fingers through his hair, “You’ll be alright, we will take care of you.”

Adrien doesn’t know whether he falls asleep in her arms or not, but when he wakes up at 4h in the morning buried in his bedsheets with Plagg at his side, he feels a little less alone.

fin.

(I have’t decided yet if I will continue)