#I’m gonna run away and take a nap bye !

[sugarcoated-lame]

Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

or

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

joel masterlist

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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Thank you for reading!! x

[thoselethalarts]

ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

(R) Gym Uniform: "I’m not gonna stop you."

(NRC: Sports Field)

(Track and Field Club Meeting)

(Fweeet!)

Vargas: Alright, everyone! While I hate to interrupt your ongoing muscle development I have a brief announcement to make. Vargas: I have a staff meeting I’ve been called to attend this afternoon. In my absence, I'll be having Phobos here in charge of overseeing everyone. If you need anything, please report to him.

Phobos: …Understood.

Vargas: Excellent! That is all, carry on with your practice and training

(Vargas leaves the club, footsteps crunching against the grass as he goes.)

Phobos: …’Kay, you heard him, carry on with whatever. I’ll be over here.

(Phobos walks away from the remaining group and lays down beneath a nearby tree)

Savana Mob A: Tch- Why’d coach put HIM in charge? He barely does anything all day when we have club meetings!

Pome Mob A: Truly! Even now he’s just gone off to loaf about in the shade and play on his phone! If there’s anyone that doesn’t take this club seriously, it’s him!

Scara Mob A: It’s always the Ignihydes, man… Lazy geeks, all of them. Why’s he even here in the first place?

Jack: Hmph. It doesn’t matter who’s put in charge. The most Coach Vargas does when he’s here is time us on circuit runs and tell us to “go faster”, anyway. Jack: Besides, there’s no point in arguing when it’s not going to change anything.

Deuce: True… though I will agree it doesn’t exactly leave a good image when our substitute coach is basically lounging while the rest of us work our butts off in the sun.

Phobos: …Oi. You know I can hear you all from over here. I said “carry on”.

Savana Mob A: Yeah?! And what’re you gonna do about it if we don’t? Savana Mob A: All ya do all day is sit around and do nothin’! What’re you gonna do if we ditch?

Pome Mob A: With a physique like yours I doubt you could stop us from leaving, let alone catch up with us if we try and run.

Scara Mob A: Yeah, yeah! What’re you gonna do about it if we try~?

Phobos: …Nothing.

Scara Mob A: Yeah! That’s what I- …Wait what? Scara Mob A: Aren’t you gonna, ya know. Try and stop us?

Phobos: I don’t care what you do. If you wanna leave so bad, then leave. That’s your decision to make, not mine.

Savana Mob A: Uh… I mean I guess that’s true, but… aren’t you supposed to be the substitute coach? Aren’t you gonna, you know, keep us corralled?

Phobos: What am I, your babysitter? Do you want me to change your diapers and bottle feed you too while I’m at it?

Savana Mob A: Wh-! What was that?!

Pome Mob A: How dare you say that sort of thing to us?!

Phobos: I dare because you three are acting like dumb babies and I’m not in the mood to play your stupid, petty game of defiance. Phobos: You’re the ones that decided to join this club in the first place, so it’s your choice if you wanna show up or ditch. It always has been. I don’t give a rats ass what you do. Phobos: Stay and train, or fuck off and do whatever you want. I don't care how you spend your free time. Just make a decision and leave me alone.

Savana Mob A: Tch! Wise ass. I’m leavin’ then.

Phobos: Okay. Bye.

Pome Mob: Me too!

Savana Mob: Yeah, I’m done with this. I’m outta here.

Phobos: What part of “fuck off” and “leave me alone” did you not understand? Just shut up and go if you’re going. Assholes.

(The three mob students leave, trudging away through the field)

Hearts Mob A: He didn’t even bother to stop them…?! Is he allowed to just let that happen…?!

Hearts Mob B: I mean I guess he’s not technically wrong… he’s just here to coach us if we need it, not keep us from leaving…

Savana Mob B: Ugh, his mood is putting a serious damper on mine. I think I’m gonna take a nap or something.

Deuce: Should we be worried? It looks like at least half the club is gonna ditch at this rate.

Jack: (sigh) ...While I'm not a fan of his attitude I guess he's kind of right. Jack: I joined this club because I wanted to. I'm here because I want to. If I didn't want to be here, I just wouldn't be.

Deuce: True... It's not really up to others for me to be a good student and club member. Deuce: Lets just get to it, then. Laps aren't gonna run themselves.

Jack: Right. I'll go get the stopwatch then. Jack: Hm...?

Deuce: -? What's up?

Jack: I can’t find the stopwatch… Did it get misplaced?

Deuce: Oh. Yeah, I have no idea where it went. Maybe Coach Vargas took it with him by accident?

Jack: Maybe… Well, now I’m not sure what to do. I left my phone in the locker room, and that’s the only other stopwatch I can think of.

Deuce: Hm… Hang on, I have an idea.

(Deuce approaches Phobos)

Deuce: Hey, uh, Phobos, can I ask a favor?

Phobos: Yeah.

Deuce: Someone misplaced the stopwatch and we need it to time our runs. Can you use your phone to time us?

Phobos: No need. Vargas left me with one before he left. I’ll time you both with that.

Deuce: Oh! That’s perfect then, thank you!

Phobos: Mhm, no prob. Hang on. lemmie get up 'n I'll time you guys. Phobos: So I’m guessing you both already have an idea of what kind of circuit you’re going to do.

Jack: I wanted to work on my short burst sprints. I already do fine with the longer ones, so now I want to perfect my time as best I can.

Phobos: That so… With confidence like that I’m guessing you’ve already done short burst races then.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean?

Phobos: …or maybe not. Alright then. Phobos: You do what you want, I’m not gonna stop you, but if you wanna see the most improvement in your time, you should consider doing some racing every once in a while, too.

Deuce: Racing? Like, between each other? How will that improve our times?

Phobos: Well, logically, your time will only get so much better if you’re sprinting on your own. It’s borderline impossible for you to judge how fast you’re going when you’re just doing the same thing over and over again. Phobos: You’ll get better times if you get the chance to actually compete and compare yourself to someone else alongside you. Phobos: Having a rival is good, cuz it’ll help you both get better at the same time. That's how I got my good times when I was still a noob-ass first year.

Deuce: Oh, I guess I never thought of it that way. Let’s try it, then!

Jack: I’m interested, too. Let's give it a shot.

Phobos: Alright. Both of you line up and get ready, and I’ll meet you at the finish line.

Jack & Deuce: Yes sir!

Phobos: ...Don't call me "sir". That feels weird. Whatever...

(They both go to line up, and Phobos walks several yards away from them)

Phobos: Alright. On your marks. Get set…

(Fweet!!)

(Jack and Deuce both take off soaring down the track together, footsteps pounding against the dirt)

Phobos: Time. That’s a good sprint, you both. Phobos: Your times are-

Deuce: HOO-AAAGH! That felt AWESOME! I really did feel like I was going faster!!

Jack: You’re a damn good runner, Deuce! I felt like that was the first time I really felt a good drive to go harder than usual.

Phobos: ...Heh. Told ya. Rivalry’s good, especially in a sport like this.

Deuce: Can we go again?!

Phobos: Uh- Well, yeah. I’m not gonna stop you. You wanna know your times first though, I assume…?

Deuce: Oh-! Right! I got so fired up for a second that I forgot we actually were doing this to get better times.

Phobos: No problem. So it looks like your times are…

Hearts Mob A: Huh? Are they doing races over there now?

Savana Mob B: Wait, did you say race?! I wanna race! Nevermind napping, I wanna do that, that sounds fun! Savana Mob B: Hey, hey coach! Mind if I join too?

Hearts Mob B: Wait! Me too, please!

Scara Mob B: If there’s room for more, I’d like in too please…!

Phobos: Alright, alright, settle the hell down. Phobos: We only have so many lanes on the track, so if all of you want in then we’ll have to split you all up into different groups… Phobos: Everyone that wants in on racing come over and line up. I’ll decide the groups, then you’ll all take your spaces on the track when it’s your turn to run. Got it?

Everyone: Yes, Coach Banner!

Phobos: …and don’t call me Coach Banner, that also makes me feel weird. It’s just Phobos. Just call me Phobos and nothing else. Sheesh…

/ End

[quodekash]

—- —-

Tinn: You have an impressive pain tolerance.  Gun: Thanks, it's the trauma.

—- —-

Sound: Win! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.  Win: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

—- —-

Tinn: Tiw! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.  Tiw: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

—-(it worked for both of them)—-

Sound, joining chinzhilla: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart. 

—- —-

Gun: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW! 

—-(adhd gun hcssss)—-

Yo: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...  Por, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?  Yo, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES??? 

—- —-

Tinn: I’m this close to falling in love with Gun.  Tiw: Your fingertips are touching.  Tinn: Exactly. 

—-

Gun: So, Pat is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.  Sound: Why?  Gun: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.  Pat, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

—-

Tiw: Why would anyone want to harm Tinn?  Sound: Maybe because they met him? 

—-(you cant tell me this didn’t happen)—-

Tiw, teaching Tinn to drive: Okay, you're driving and Gun and Por walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?  Tinn: Oh, definitely Por. I could never hurt Gun.  Tiw, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

—- —-

Tinn: Bye Gun! Bye Win! Bye Sound! Bye Yo! Bye Por! Bye Pat! Bye Gun!  Tiw: You said ‘bye Gun’ twice.  Tinn: I like Gun. 

—- —-

Tinn: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

—- —-

Pat: I drink to forget but I always remember. Gun: You're drinking orange juice.

—- —-

Tinn: Hi- Sound: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

—- —-

Gun: I haven't seen Yo and Win for fifteen minutes now. *Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Yo and Win running after it in a panic. Gun doesn't look outside at all.* Gun: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

—-(yo and win's friendship means everything to me)—-

Pat: Hey Win, can you give me the opposite of these words? Pat: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Win: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Win: The fucking satisfaction.

—-(pat likes rickrolling i decided)—-

Gun: Can you keep a secret? Tinn: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

—-(hes literally told tiw everything and idek if gun knows that tiw knows)—-

Tinn, trying to reconcile with Sound: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Sound: It’s not water. Tinn: Vodka! I like your sty- Sound: It’s vinegar. Tinn: …What? Sound: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

—-(im a sucker for these sound-tinn rivalry quotes. mostly cos i desperately need to know wHY)—-

Gun: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Tiw: ICARUS?

—-(his poor nerd heart)—-

Pat: I’m gonna die alone. Win: Pat, you’re not gonna die alone. Pat: Gun, was my safety net, okay? He got married and now I have to get a snake. Sound: Uh-huh. Why is that? Pat: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Pat: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. Pat: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

—- —-

Win: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

—-(that's why he's always late for school)—-

Win: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Win: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Win: Go big or go home.

—- —-

Tinn: Your smile? It makes my day. Gun: Your happiness? I live for that. Yo: A room? Get one. Pat: Hotel? Trivago.

—-(i will milk pat's loneliness dry bc its funny)—-

Tinn's mum: Where's Tinn and the music club? Tiw: They're playing hide and seek. Tinn's mum: Where? Tiw: I don't think you get how this game works.

—- —-

Gun, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Yo: Hey. Win: Hi. Sound: Hello. Por: Hey! Gun: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Pat: We were out of Doritos.

—- —-

Por: I’m the smartest person in my friend group. Tiw: You hang out with Gun, Win, Pat, and Yo. Tiw: It’s not as high a compliment as you think.

—- —-

Pat: Dumbest scar stories, go! Tiw: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Por: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Win: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Tinn: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Gun: I have emotional scars.

—- —-

Squad reactions to being called straight: Por: The fuck, no I'm not. Tiw: Excuse the hell out of you? Tinn: Ding dong, you are wrong! Gun: Who told you that? And why did they lie? Sound: Rude. Win: *punches the person*

—- —-

(I couldn’t decide who would fit this next one best so you get all three versions of the same quote)

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Win. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Win!  Sound: Nope.  Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Sound's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Win right on the lips!!!

—-

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Por. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Por!   Tiw: Nope.  Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Tiw's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Por right on the lips!!!

—-

Tiw: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Tinn. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Tinn!  Gun: Nope.  Tiw: In that case, as the archbishop of Gun's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Tinn right on the lips!!!

—- —-

BONUS-

Pat: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.  Pran: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!! 

—- —-

BONUS AGAIN-

Korn: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Pat: Ooh, yes please! Pran, with his laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Korn: It's not a bug though... Pran: ... Pat: ... Pran: Well I still don't want to see. Pat, realizing: Please don't throw- Korn: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

[the-astral-idiot]

Voice Lines for Timepiece

Pick Agent:

“Don’t worry, bạn. We’ve got all the time in the world.” (friend.)

C (Just A Moment):

“The clock ticks forward.”

“Seconds to moments.”

“If I may…”

Q (Wind Up):

“Away we go!” 

“Let’s go!”

“Try this out!”

E (Waste Of Time):

“Slowing them down!”

“Slowing them!”

“Slowing!”

X (Beat The Clock):

“Need a break?” (Ally)

“Your time’s run out.” (Enemy)

Resurrected:

“I’ve still got time, haha.”

Match Start:

“I’m not used to working in a team… Hope this works out.”

“Sorry in advance. Time distortion can be… disorienting.”

“We’re going? Already? Sigh… Chờ một chút…” (Wait a bit…)

“Let’s get our plans in motion.”

“Mệt quá… We just started? Huh.” (So tired…)

“Bit of a change of pace, I’m not usually the one guarding stuff.” (Defenders)

“They won’t get too far. They won’t have the time.” (Defenders)

“Time for one hell of a heist.” (Attackers)

“Don’t worry, I’ve got experience in taking things.” (Attackers)

Round Start:

“Normally, I’m in and out. I’m not used to this much action, haha.”

“Focus, guys. Bullets still hurt when they’re slowed.”

“Keep an eye on your stuff. I’m not responsible if things end up in my pockets, haha.”

“Let’s make this quick… Though, I guess I should be telling myself that.”

“You’d better be using the openings I make. Phí quá…” (So wasteful…)

“Let’s try something new. Old plans are predictable plans.”

“Time does not heal all wounds. I am not a doctor.”

“Check your magazines. Maybe a few rounds go missing when I skip time, who knows.”

“This job is intense! Haha, I like it.” 

“I could use a nap right now… Nap done! Let’s move.” 

“Everything feels so fast when time resumes…”

Last Round Won:

“Let’s keep this going!” 

“Let’s do this a couple more times, haha.” 

“They didn’t see us coming.” 

“It’s our golden hour!” 

“Keep up the good work! It’s all about momentum.” 

Last Round Won, In The Lead:

“Time and time again.”

“A string of successes. Wonderful!”

Comeback: 

“It’s about time. …No pun intended.” 

“It was only a matter of time, haha.”

Last Round:

“Spend it all. We can���t take anything with us.”

“Buy whatever. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”

Match Point:

“Almost done! This has been a wonderful job.”

“Just a little further. Or should I cut to the end?”

Spike Forgotten:

“…Anyone gonna get the spike?”

“Grab the spike! We can’t afford sloppiness.”

Shop:

“Spend your money.” (Call for buy)

“Save your money.” (Call for save.)

“Anyone want something?” (Offer to buy)

“Can someone get me this? Cảm ơn.” (Thank you.) (Requesting)

Barrier Down:

“Ready?” 

“Here we go.” 

“Một, hai, ba…” (1, 2, 3…)

“It’s time.” 

“Let’s get this done.” 

“And the heist begins.” 

“Time to focus.” 

“And the clock starts…” 

“Tick, tock…” 

“They won’t see us coming.”

Whistling

“What to do, what to do…” 

“Let’s see what they’ve got.” 

“Time for some action.” 

“What will I get my hands on…” 

“Hope you’re all set.” 

“No backing out.” 

“The clock ticks forward.” 

Kill:

“Time’s up!” 

“One down.” 

“Got you.” 

“See you!” 

“Bye!” 

“Tạm biệt.” (Bye.)

“Một chết.” (One dead.)

“Dễ.” (Easy.)

“Target down.” 

Headshot:

“Clean!” 

“The clock strikes midnight.” 

“Ouch, must’ve hurt.”

“Đau đầu?” (Headache?)

“Sorry!” 

“Easy!”

Melee:

“Back up!” 

“Sneaky, aren’t I?”

Triple:

“Ba chết.” (Three dead.)

Quadra:

“Bốn chết!” (Four dead.)

Last Kill:

“Hết chết rồi!” (All dead already!)

“And that’s that.” 

“Làm tuyệt vời lắm!” (Great job!)

“Good job, everyone!” 

“Now, anyone want to go kill some time? Haha.” 

“Pfft- Hahahahaha! Sorry, sorry…” (Melee)

“Even the best can’t beat time.” (Killed MVP)

One Kill Left (Deathmatch):

“Một cái nữa.” (One more.)

Spike:

Defuse Resumed:

“I can do this all day.” 

“No. Bad.” 

Defuse Running Out:

“I’ve got time. I’ve got time.” 

“Chết rồi…” (Literally “Already dead”, used as “oh god”, “oh shit”, etc)

Defuse Successful:

“Done and dusted!” 

“And that’s time!” 

Ace:

“Time claims all.” 

“A job well executed.”

“I’m an expert. This is what I do.”

Clutch:

“Guess it wasn’t my time.” 

“No witnesses, then…”

“Next time, I’ll just skip that mess...” 

Flawless:

“Effortless, damn!” 

“Haha, hay quá!” (so good!)

Low HP:

“Now, I take my leave…”

“Wish I could wind back my wounds…”

Thrifty:

“A job done cheap!”

Match Win:

“And that’s a wrap!” 

“Tạm biệt, các bạn! Have a nice afterlife!” (Goodbye, you all!)

“Now, for our grand exit!”

“I guess time just wasn’t on your side.” 

Match MVP:

“What else from a master at his craft?” 

“Now, where to leave my calling card?”

“Thanks for the help, các bạn!” (you all!)

[calyxthenerd]

Writing promps? Okay, give me Lutteo's (or someone else's, you decide) reaction to Gastina having gotten back together at Oxford

They were cuddling on one of the couches at roller, when his tablet started ringing with the ringtone he set for Gastón

“Nooo, I don’t wanna moveee” his tiny girlfriend whined

“Well, someone has to pick up that call, it might be important”

“Fine” she got up, picked up the device and answered the call, flopping back against his chest

“Hi, I need to tell you somethi- oh hi Luna” the tan boy said

“Hey, ignore me, I’m gonna take a nap” she nuzzled against Matteo’s neck, closing her eyes

“Wait, you should hear this too”

She stood at attention “gossip? Tell me now!” Matteo chuckled “Chica delivery, let the man speak!”

“Thank you Matteo, now,” he turns away from the camera, motioning for someone to come closer, and suddenly Nina comes into the frame “look who I found?”

“So you guys met again and didn’t tell us???” The paler couple chorused

“Not only that” Nina piped in, showing their joined hands to the camera

“WHAT?!” Luna yelled, doing a little celebratory dance when she processed what that meant

“THE FUCK?” Matteo shouted, starting to cuss them out in Italian, which Nina responded in tandem, surprising everyone, but they were too shocked to say anything about it

That’s the scene Juliana walked in on “Opa, opa, opa, you both to-“ she notices the call’s still on and grabs the tablet “Hello Nina and Gastón, your friends will have to say goodbye if they want to qualify for the couples competition they got coming up”

“Hey Juliana, it’s fine, just turn the camera to them real quick?” Gastón asks, and she complies, knowing how deep the bonds between these four run

“Bye Luna, bye asshole” Gastón said, turning to his newly rekindled girlfriend

“Bye Luna, bye Matteo”

“Bye Nina, bye Gastón”

“Bye Nina, bye idiot” and they disconnect the call, the britain-based couple going to study and the argentina-based one going to practice their skating

[ashetherando]

Date Night| Glitch! Turbo x Human! Reader

Requested by JulianToons

Ps. I’m writing this on my phone, so this is kinda wonky-

Context: Turbos body cannot handle the sudden changes to his world to our world, so he will glitch to his regular form (Turbo) to King Candy, and his Cy-Bug form based off of his emotions (sorta like turning red) aggressive emotions (anger, obsession, and jealously) will be his cy-bug form, happy emotions (joy, excitement, and hyper) will be his King Candy, other emotions (fear, disgust, etc) will be in his Turbo form.

3rd POV It’s been at least a few months with Turbo living in your home, Turbo would constantly ask for you to at least go to the the park for your first date, but you would say no due to how his body is like. You would be brushing your teeth or making coffee before Turbo would ask that specific sentence “can we go on a date” “no” “damn it!” And he would walk away. Today was different though, he didn’t mentioned about at all, in fact he was in his King Candy form half of the day your were awake. You grabbed your coat before you left for work “alright, what’s the hub up?” “What do you mean, my dear? I couldn’t be happy with the love of my life!” “You are allowed to do that, but I have a feeling that you did something, you didn’t even mentioned about that date thing!” “I just thought that you were right, until I get my emotions straight we won’t be in any dates!” You blinked in confusion “uhh, you listened to me? For once?” “Hon, you are gonna be late for work if you are gonna stand here with your jaw open” you snapped thoughts and nodded “right, bye, turbo! You know the rules!” You put on your coat “foods in the fridge, don’t answer the door for strangers, and don’t destroy anything and blame it on my cy-bug form!” Turbo list the things what not to do “thank you” you smiled as you opened the door and step forward out the door “wait!” You turned and Turbo kissed you on the lips “see you later, sugarcub!” You blushed and smiled “see you later, Turbo” you get in your car and drove off.

Turbo watched you drove away, waving at you bye before he cannot see your car. He went inside and closed the door “okay, I need to be more pushy with the whole date thing..hmm” he thought for a long while “I’m sure (y/n) would kill me if I would raise the electric bill for a date” and idea popped in his head “I got it! A Movie night! Both a date and I get to have my emotions run wild!” He cheered, he ran over to the TV and got on to Netflix and scroll on the options “why dose the Netflix originals suck, we watched almost half of the movies here!” It’s quite rare to find good movies or shows that it don’t get canceled or removed from the platform, he remembers very vividly that it was 12pm and he heard you yelled angrily at the TV because they gotten rid of the cartoon adaptation of him or at least one nostalgia show that you wanted to watch with your lunch while Turbo was having his afternoon nap. Turbo switched over to Hulu which took awhile from how uneducated he is with the internet and technology, he’s only good at messing up coding and racing! He scrolled a bit more before he gave up. He’s eyes was now hooked on the VHS player next to the older Nintendo. He tilted his head he does remember a bunch of boxes in the basement where he slept. He got off the couch and went down the basement and over to the boxes that was covered in cotton candy webs, he swiped the cotton candy away and start opening random boxes. From weird stuff that he see inside of the boxes like random clothes, books, and holiday stuff that is not hung up yet, he now knows what clothes he now owns and smells next! He finally found the box full of VHS tapes some of the them have covers and some of them don’t, he picked up the box and struggle to stake up the stairs to the living room, he’s height didn’t go well along with the box weight, he was leaned backwards and struggled to take up the stairs “come on!” He was scared that if he would fall down the stairs and destroy your VHS tapes! He managed to get to the door and try to use his other hand to open the door “almost..Got it!” He opened the door and placed it on the coffee table. He looked inside, there was allot of Disney Movies, cartoons like Super Marios Brothers Super Shows. He placed it on the coffee table gently, he managed to finalized what he wanted to watch Halloween! Fall is coming up and he wanted to be theme oriented! He doesn’t know why there’s a person with a mask, but he doesn’t care! He gets to hang out with you! He glitches a bit to his cy-bug form then back to King Candy he giggled as he placed the rest of VHS tapes back into the box. He doesn’t want to go back downstairs with the stairs of death and the box of the grim reaper, he’ll wait until he goes to bed to place them down. He pushed the box next to the couch then placed the tape down and think about the things to make this date successful!

After a long day, he heard your car pull up from the drive way. He decorated almost half of the of the living room, he ran over to the door and opened the door “(y/n)! Welcome home!” Turbo smiled at you as you closed your door and yawned, oh no… ”are you okay? Did you sleep well? Do you want coffee?” Turbo bomb barded (y/n) with questions “I’m fine, Turbo, I just need a nap or a full blown sleep until I’m 40” you smiled and chuckled “don’t worry! I’ll be right back! Stay here!” “There’s no way I’m getting kicked out of my own home!” You heard a bunch of noises and a couple of crashes “that’s it” you pulled out your house keys and unlocked the door “Turbo!” You closed the door, removed your shoes and coat then ran into the kitchen/Living room, it was a mess the kitchen was in while turbo was glitching like crazy, shifting to his multiple forms while grabbing coffee cups “turbo!” Worry filled you “don’t worry, (y/n) hohoho! We’ll have this movie date!” That is what is about!? “Turbo” you went over and placed him down, and grabbed the coffee cup and placed it on the counter “Turbo, what is up with you about this whole date obsession?” You we’re concerned about him, he was stressed out to the point he was glitching like crazy! You went to him and crouched down to his level “listen, I understand that you want to do something romantic between the two of us, but not until you get your behavior under control or figure out how to me calm. No outside dates” he looked up at with confusion “you didn’t say ‘no dates’” “well, you worked hard to make all of this, so our first date will be here having a movie night” you smiled at him. His eyes widen and smiled as he glitched to Turbo “alright! Let’s go, let’s go!” He pushed you to the couch and forced you to sit down. He ran over to the VHS player and played the movie “what movie did you pick?” “It was called Halloween, so theme oriented! Hoho!” He cling onto you as the movie rolls on “uh-Turbo-“ “hush! Movie starting”

After the movie, you fell asleep but Turbo was still awake, glitching from his turbo and king Candy form. He was thinking of the gory scenes that put him in the fear state but he’s happy to be with you, he looked over and see you asleep “so…(beautiful/handsome)” he went over to you as he glitched to his Cy-big form, he does still have some obsession for you ever since he managed to glitched to your world to see you. He grabbed you and curled into a ball, spooning you. You were small compared to him, he closed his eyes and also fell asleep.

[starksdaughter-3000]

~Her Surprise~

*Not my GIF*

Stucky x Little!f!Reader

Warnings~Smut f/m, 18+ ONLY, ddlg, oral/fem reciving,

Summary~Steve thinks you've been a good girl so he gives you a reward...

A/N~ Hi again this is my first titled story tehe. But enjoy this while I brainstorm some more. I have a lot of drafts btw.🙃

~

You and Steve are home alone missing Bucky, he had to go on a last minute mission with Sam but he said they would be back in about a month or two. That still didn't stop you from trying to keep him here with you and Steve.

"Oh bunny." He cooed. "I'll be back I promise. Be a good girl for Stevie. You won't even notice I'm gone." He said as you cried out and clung to his leg like a koala.

"Pl-please Dada!You can't leave me! Nooo!" Steve shushed you as he pried you off of Bucky's leg. When Steve finally got you unatached from his leg you cried into Steve's shoulder and hid your face away as Bucky picked up his bags and went to the door as Steve followed.

The door opened and Sam appeared. "Aye Buck we gotta get going." Bucky sighs. “I love you both.” He gives Steve a kiss on the cheek and on your forehead. You sniffle. “Bye bye Dada.” He smiles and walks out the door shutting it after he’s out.

2 weeks later~

After Bucky left that day it didn’t take you that long to get over it, Steve assured you he would return and you believed him. You have been Steve’s best girl like you always are but you have been extra good these past weeks.

Eating every last bit of your food. No trouble at nap time. Cleaning after playing with your toys. Overall an absolute angel. Steve has been pleased with you so he wants to give you a treat for being so good.

At the moment Steve is fixing you a sandwich so he decides to bring it up.

“Hey doll.” You look up from your Barbie coloring book and ‘hm’ “Yes Daddy?” He turns towards the fridge to get the cheese. “You have been such a good girl, I’m so proud of you so after you finish lunch I will give you your gift!” Your face lights up at the word ‘gift’. You gasp. “A gift! Tank you swo much! Luv ya Daddy!l”

~

After Y/n finished her and her Daddy went upstairs together holding hands. When they got to the room he told her to lay down. “Daddy please don’t tickle me!” She told him as he put his knee into the mattress making the bed dip.

Don’t worry sweetheart I have something better than that.” He smirked. He laid down on his stomach rubbing your thighs as he pried them open. “Relax doll. I got you.” After he said that he felt you relax your tense muscles. “Good girl, you’ve been such a good girl for me while Bucky is away. I’m sure he’ll be proud of you when he comes back.” You smile at the mention of Bucky. As Steve keeps praising you he slides your skirt down your legs giving you kisses all the way.

He teases your special button through your underwear with his finger, that makes you whimper and pushing your hips up to get more friction. “Ah ah, be patient doll you’ll get your reward soon.” With that he lightly pushes your hips back down to the mattress.

He slides his hand up your body to reach its destination at the bottom of your pink t-shirt with a small teddy bear in the middle and pulls it up your chest to expose your breast. Steve roll your nipple between two of his fingers slowly and teasingly. You whine. “Dada please give me more!” He stops and that makes you look at him confused. “You don’t run anything doll, I do and I’m gonna do whatever I want to your body. So either you shut up or I put the gag on you. You chose.” He looks for your answer and you snap your mouth shut. He smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

A few minutes more of him teasing and your quiet whimpers still afraid if you make to much noise he’ll put the gag on you. Until finally he pulls aside your panties and takes the first lick to your aching core, he wanted to hear your screams for him to stop now.

Surprised at how fast he got into it, you shrieked. “Dada!” That’s what he likes to hear. He looks up to see your head tilted back hands grabbing at anything that’s in your reach.

He focuses back down to the task at hand. Licking faster at your clit. Fingers teasing your entrance before sliding inside of you.

You gasp at the wonderful feeling. Moaning even louder as Steve sucks your clit into his mouth. He nipped at your button and moved his other hand to massage you nipples. That pushed you over the edge.

“Dada! Ahh-mmh please!” Even after your orgasm he still kept going removing his fingers from your entrance, replacing them with his tongue.

“N-no more! Too much! O-ohhh!” He pulled away and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You did so well sweetheart. Now it’s time for you real surprise.” Steve whispers lowly.

Bucky smiles while leaning on the door frame wondering when they would notice him. But what he didn’t know was that Steve already knew he was there. Steve sits up to take off his clothes you look past him to see something in the corner of the room to see your other Daddy looking at you with a smirk on his face. You blush and look away.

“Cmon Buck don’t be a stranger, help me give our girl her surprise.”

Bucky chuckles making his way to the bed while stripping.

~

edit- i’m such a dummy i forgot to tag people whoops

@sunaswifi @dimples1026 @pinkflamingo2000 @peachykeen3502 @lovelyxjanett@cybersry @keepingitlokiii @aleemendoza2425-blog @xxmizzmariexx

[frenchrebelfries]

Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

.

You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

.

.

You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

.

.

One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

.

.

“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

.

.

Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

.

.

“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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.

.

They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

[twinkleimagines]

* Don’t be jealous princess*

You and Drew have been dating for over a year now, you had actually gotten together right after Chase and Maddie has. Usually you weren’t the jealous type but when you noticed that your boyfriend spent more time with Your shared friend Maddie than he did with you it had started to bother you.

“ hey chase” you spoke as you saw your friend and coworker from the show OBX’s face pop up on your screen.

“ howdie y/n what’s up?” He responded running his hands through his hair fluffing it out.

“ howdie howdie” you responded smiling down at your phone. “ I was gonna go live later this afternoon on the obx page and I was gonna see if you and Maddie wanted to join me at some point” you responded , flopping down on your sofa.

“ uhm duh” he beamed out.

“ awesome “ you responded nodding your head . “ where is Maddie ?”

“ oh she’s at Drew’s” you sat still for a Monet, your brows furrowing together.

“ huh” you responded, a frown placing on your face. “ that’s funny” you responded. It was really to yourself but Chase heard you.

“ what?” He asked getting curious himself.

“ Drew hasn’t talked to me all day” you responded softly, the expression showing clear on your face.

“ oh” was all chase could say, not really knowing what to say.

“ does it not bother you?”

“ what?”

“ they’re Always together Chase. “ you responded. Chase sighed heavily looking out one of his bedroom windows , thinking how to respond to your statement .

“ well, we’re all so close . The whole group. And they live in the same apartment complex. I’m also always busy so I can’t be around as much. “ you nodded slightly agreeing with him.

“ but” chases interrupted causing you to look back up at the phone. “ Drew could at least tell you he’s with her. If Maddie didn’t tell me and didn’t text me all day that would definitely have me worrying. “

“ I know! I feel like all day I’m fighting for his attention and they’re always together. It use to not bother me but when I’m waiting until the end of the day to hear from Drew just to find out he’s been with her all day is beyond annoying”. Chase nodded sighing heavily. You could tell by what all you were saying was starting to cause a concern for him as well.

“ I’m sorry chase I just-“

“ no no I get it y/n I do” he responded . “ I don’t personally think there is anything going on between the two of them but I would talk with Drew just to clear up and confusion and stuff” he suggested . You both spoke for another 30 minutes before hanging up. You sighed before attempting to call Drew, his phone going straight to voicemail which only angered you. You sighed with frustration as you dialed maddies number, pressing speaker as you waited for her to answer.

“ hey y/n” she responded with her bubbly voice.

“ hey” you responded kind of stern. It was honestly harder than you thought it would be to hide the envious of her being with your boyfriend .

“ what’s up you okay?” She asked , noticing the tone in your voice.

“ yeah” you responded, hardly convincing. “ where’s Drew?” You asked .

“ hold on” she said her tone lowering .

“ here Drew, it’s y/n” she said . You could hear her say in the back ground ‘ I think she’s upset’ before you heard Drew answer.

“ hey princess” he responded. You frowned, you were so happy to hear his voice but you wanted to be with him so bad and you hated how you were feeling jealous over his friendship with Maddie.

“ hey babe” you sighed out. “ what are you doing?”

“ I brought Maddie some of mommas casserole and then we’ve been playing board games. What are you up to princess ?” You rolled your eyes of the image of Drew and Maddie playing board games but quickly shook your head pushing those angered thoughts away.

“ well…. I was waiting on you” you replied softly, messing with the strings on your pajama shorts .

“ waiting on me?” He responded . You scoffed slightly. Of course he’d forget.

“ my OBX live is within the next hour, you were going to come over remember ? “ you exclaimed.

“ ahh… shit princess I’m sorry my phones been dead so I hadn’t even paid attention to the time. I’ll come over” he said moving around.

“ No no it’s okay, you won’t get here in time anyways..” there was a moment of silence between the two of you before Drew spoke up excitedly.

“ you can just add me and Maddie to your live!” He suggested excitedly . You pushed your lips together in frustration, squinting your eyes In anger.

“ yeah sure ok” you responded without much enthusiasm but Drew hadn’t caught on.

“ awesome princess I’ll charge my phone okay I love you “ he said .

“ I love you too” you said before hanging up.

“ ughhh” you groaned before throwing yourself back against your couch.

****

“ okay thanks chase we’re gonna bring Maddie and Drew on next ! “ you said into your phone. You had been on Instagram live with chase for a good 45 minutes , answering wild questions from the fans , waiting for Drew to text you that they were ready to come in the live .

“ okay love you y/n bye guys!” Chase said before ending his side of the chat.

“ okay let’s get Drew and Maddie on” you said quietly before biting your bottom lip as you searched Drew’s name in the view list .

“There they are!” You beamed before clicking Drew’s name .

“ hiiiiii!” Maddie said excitedly waving into the camera. Drew was sitting next to her on her couch, waving into the camera. You could feel the jealously pooling back through but this time you really had to hide it since over 20k people were watching . You had only been 5 minutes into it with Drew and Maddie when you started noticing comments from the views mentioning how it was weird that Drew was with Maddie and not you. You had even seen one comment

‘DREW- why are you not with your GF????’

You watched Madelyns face to see if she would notice the comments too and you could tell she had seeing as her smile went away. The live didn’t last much longer considering most the comments were nothing but shaming Drew and Madelyn for being together and not with you or Chase. It blew your mind since the fans never really pointed it out when it was chase on live with them but when it was you it was like that’s all they could speak on.

***

You were awoken from your nap to the sound of your doorbell ringing, your living room dark as it was night time.

“ coming” you said pulling one of Drews t-shirt down that he had left over at your house.

“ hey princess “ Drew said as you opened the door, a set of flowers. You were honestly very excited to see him, but being annoyed as to how much he’s being leaving your out for Madelyn was over powering your excitement.

“ thanks” you mumbled while grabbing the bouquet of flowers before stepping out of the door way letting him in.

“ I’m sorry I’m sent here for the live but I figured movie night can make up for it “ he said, his tall figure slouching down pecking your cheek.

“ sure” you answered walking towards your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

“ comedy? Horror?” Drew questioned following behind you. You sighed as you felt his large hands wrap around your waste, “ romance” he said seductively in your ear. You pushed his hands away stepping away from him.

“ Drew stop” you said walking towards your counter, pushing your hair behind your hair.

“ princess what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. You furrowed your eyebrows, almost in anger at the fact he was being so clueless to it all.

“ really drew?” You responded . You really didn’t want to be one of those toxic controlling girlfriends, but you knew if you didn’t bring it to attention it was going to honestly eat you alive.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” He stated straight into his figure up looking at you with confusion.

“ ugh” you scoffed, throwing your hands up. “ isn’t it obvious?” Drew just looked at you dumbfounded and completely lost.

“ I miss my boyfriend “ you stated , leaning back against the counter , looking down at the floor.

“ what? Princess what are you talking about?” He said walking towards you.

“ we’ll drew, we’ve been together for over a year and yet you’re with Madelyn more than you are with me. And it’s becoming like an excessive amount.” You stated, pushing your hair back. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“ are you fucking laughing ?” You scolded pushing yourself up off the counter .

“ yes I am “ he stated crossing his arms as he propped himself against the counter next to you. “ are you jealous?” He replied in a mocking tone, clearly amused. You went to speak but nothing coming out as you didn’t know how to respond.

“ don’t be jealous princess”

You rolled your eyes before brushing past him, purposely brushing your shoulder into his bicep since his figured towered over you. “ whatever Drew don’t take me serious then” you spatted out before flopping down on your couch , pulling your phone out.

“ princess I do take you serious” he said before standing in front of you , looking down at you. “ it’s just you’re so cute when you’re jealous, especially when you have nothing to be jealous about” he replied before grabbing your hands, pulling you up to stand with him. “ all of us are just such close friends, and Madelyn lives below me so we’re just closest to eachother when we need company. There’s nothing going on between us princess you never have to worry about that” you looked over looking around in your kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“ I don’t mean to be jealous” you said still not making Eye contact. “ but when my boyfriend is with another girl s day and can’t even call me or text me at all the whole day… kind of hard to not question things. “ he sighed heavily nodding.

“ yeah honestly that was kind of shitty of me. I got lost in time and I had my phone up and - it doesn’t matter. I’ll do better princess. “ he said before leaning down to kiss your lips. You sighed with relief into the kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around his abdomen, pulling his muscular figure against yours. You giggled as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck , and then back up again to peck a quick one on the tip of your nose.

“ so” he said , holding your face in his hands. “ comedy, horror, or romance?” He asked again, with a big smirk playing on his face. You shrugged knowing the smile he was giving meant you guys weren’t going to make it through the movie anyways.

“ what ever “ you responded staring at his plump bottom lip, fantasizing about pressing against it once again.

“ whatever” he mocked before leaning down again to kiss you, this time his hands landing on your bottom, giving it a squeeze.

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୨୧ izuku is a pro hero with a 6 year old kid and it’s not mf easy

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ you're not too big on kids but you're good with them and that he experiences first hand ~

୨୧ he’s at the store one weekend with kiddo and he’s in the chip aisle looking for which type he wants to get

୨୧ mumbling to himself about which type he’s craving now but what if that craving changes later and he wants a different flavor instead

୨୧ he lets go of the little one’s hand for a split second to get the bag off the shelf and once the grocery is in his arms he turns to his side to grab the little one’s hand once more, only to find him not there

୨୧ he looks up and down the aisle - no kid

୨୧ he goes to the neighboring aisles - not there

୨୧ he goes all around the store, nervously sweating, muttering insults to himself that he lost his only kid - how stupid and unfit of a parent he was

୨୧ until he comes upon an aisle and hears the sniffles of a small child the child took a bit after him when he was a kid, a bit of a crybaby

୨୧ but he sees you

୨୧ calmly reassuring the child, patting his back, telling him to calm down and not to worry that you’ll go look for his father together

୨୧ he doesn’t know why but the sight tugs at his heart, there is something so pure and natural about how you are treating his child

୨୧ but he’s breaking up the sweet moment with a call of his child’s name causing the little boy to turn around and rush into izuku’s large warm arms

୨୧ you’re standing there a little shocked because omg that’s pro hero deku in the mf flesh

୨୧ but you're also happy that the lost boy has been reunited with his father

୨୧ you're about to walk off with a smile when he stops you

୨୧ he thanks you profusely for your help and you’re shyly like ‘it’s no biggie’ with blushed cheeks

୨୧ he asks if he can properly thank you and you’re like dude it’s really no problem

୨୧ he really is thankful but there is also something deep inside him that doesn’t quite want to let you go

୨୧ so he’s like let me buy your groceries and take you out for coffee

୨୧ and you’re about to refuse but you’re a poor college student so getting this weeks groceries for free was one thing

୨୧ but also how are you gonna pass up having coffee with the number one hero and his cute little mini-me ???

୨୧ so yall are at a cute lil cafe where he learns that you're a college student and looking for a partime job over the summer

୨୧ he’s like, you know what, why don’t i hire you as my nanny

୨୧ you��re like i’m not sure, i’m not really a kid person

୨୧ he’s like, i saw you with him, you’ll be just fine - besides he’s a good kid, he just needs someone to watch over him and feed him

୨୧ also i pay really well

୨୧ so you’re like … say less

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୨୧ so the first day on the job you arrive at like 8 am, he gave you the code to his door so you just let yourself in

୨୧ you see kiddo at the kitchen table just eating his cheerios or whatever but no sign of izuku

୨୧ so you just go over and take a seat next to the kid and make small talk with him

୨୧ then you hear some shuffling coming from behind you causing you to turn around and investigate

୨୧ lo and behold you see a shirtless izuku with nothing but gray sweatpants hanging low on his wide hips

୨୧ he’s got a towel across his broad shoulders that he’s using to dry the jade curls that haven’t been shaved off as a part of his undercut

୨୧ you follow the droplets of water as they slide down the crevices of his pectorals and abdomen, drifting down his v line and the small tuft of hair leading down from his belly button and melting into the waistline of his pants

୨୧ you’re trying not to salivate at the sight but you also can’t bring yourself to look away just yet wanting to memorize and study the location of every scar and freckle littering his muscular torso

୨୧ he stops drying his hair for a minute and finally sees you like ‘oh great you’re here - how was the trip over here? it wasn’t too hard to find right?’

୨୧ and you’re burning eyes finally tear away from caramel torso and you’re like ‘nope, i found it just fine’ ahaha

୨୧ he gives you a little low down on like, what kid likes to eat, what he doesn’t, what he likes to do, when he goes down for a nap … all that good babysitting stuff

୨୧ after he’s dressed in his hero outfit, he’s kissing his lil nugget goodbye, telling him to treat you nicely, and with several final thank you’s he’s out the door

୨୧ and that’s the start of your job nannying the kid of the number one hero

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୨୧ he was right, the kid is a really easy kid

୨୧ he goes down easy for his nap, he’s potty trained, inko raised him like she did izuku so he’s basically the perfect kid, he’s really sweet and will sit down and watch movies with you or he plays really easy by himself playing with his deku, all might, and dynamite action figures

୨୧ and if how easy a job it was, or the smoking hot employer wasn’t enough, the first time you got your paycheck was

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୨୧ one day, there was a sudden summer storm that hit right as you reached your stop on the bus

୨୧ you didn’t have an umbrella, forcing you to run to izuku’s house in the pouring rain

୨୧ you show up through the front door and he comes in to greet you only to see you drenched and shivering due to the ac in his home

୨୧ he’s like, “hey y/n how- oh my god, you’re soaked.”

୨୧ and you’re rubbing at your arm awkwardly and trying to create any sort of warmth as you tell him how you got in this mess

୨୧ he’s taking in your soaked form and suddenly his worrying eyes turn into curious ones as he watches a droplet slide from your chin, down your neck, and down your chest to fall between the top alley of your breasts due to the first few buttons of your top being opened

୨୧ the white top you decided today was the perfect day to wear, and without a bra no less

୨୧ but in your shivering and embarrassment you forgot all about that minor detail

୨୧ oh but izuku didn’t forget it

୨୧ he imagined that water droplet sliding down the valley of your breasts underneath your blouse and gliding over your stomach, almost getting lost in your belly button, only to disappear under your waistband

୨୧ he imagined what it would be like to lick the droplets off your hot skin

୨୧ he scanned back up and noticed the tight see-through material of your shirt hugging your tits, dipping into every crevice leaving nothing to the imagination

୨୧ he sees the dark hue of your nipples from behind the cloth, along with the 2 little peaks your buds have made due to the cold air circulating in his house bonus points if you have your nipples pierced, i’m jealous of you

୨୧ he pulls his gaze away when he sees a violent shiver rack your body

୨୧ he leaves for a moment and comes back with a warm towel, almost sad to see the sight of your tits gone but your comfort and warmth was more important to him

୨୧ he tells you to dry off a bit as he goes and gets the shower started for you

୨୧ you’re thanking him yet apologizing for the trouble as you’re gonna make him late for work

୨୧ and he’s denying any negative comments coming out your mouth saying that he technically is at work as helping people is his job and he wouldn’t be a good hero if he didn’t help someone right in front of him

୨୧ he tells you to take as long as you need getting washed up and getting the temperature back in your body

୨୧ he doesn’t have time to think about how you’re just a few feet and a closed bathroom door away from him, naked ~ as he picks out the smallest pieces of clothing he has in his closet

୨୧ he finds an old t-shirt and shorts from his high school days and lays them on his bed telling you through the door that when you’re done he has clothes waiting for you

୨୧ you don’t take too long getting washed up as you know he needs to get to work so only about 10 minutes later you’re walking into the living to izuku sitting on the couch watching the movie his kid wanted to put on

୨୧ he sees you come in from his peripherals as his heart damn near stops seeing you in his clothes

୨୧ the clothes were so small they couldn’t fit him any longer, not after getting a post-high school growth spurt and getting broader due to his hero work

୨୧ but the fact that his already small clothes were swallowing you just did something to him

୨୧ blame it on his size kink he don’t know he has quite yet

୨୧ he pulls himself together to tell you that he threw your soiled clothes in the wash before he says his good byes to his kiddo

୨୧ he’s heading out the door while you and his son are telling him to be safe out there when just as he’s about to leave you call out to him

୨୧ he’s turning around maybe a lil too fast, but he sees you with an umbrella in your hand telling him that you ‘wouldn’t want him to make the same mistake you did’ with a cute bashful smile on your face that almost made him call in sick to work

୨୧ but he knew he couldn’t do that

୨୧ screw being number one hero and all that

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୨୧ a few weeks later he comes home from work, tired af as one would

୨୧ but he gets to the door and sees you and his kiddo waiting for him inside

୨୧ you have a cake in your hands and his little one pops one of those little confetti canons at his father with a loud “happy birthday”

୨୧ he’s a lil shocked, a lil surprised, but in a good way

୨୧ he looks at you

୨୧ “well kiddo told me it was your birthday and with a quick little google search i confirmed it to be true. and i felt bad that you had to work on your birthday so we decided to bake you a cake while you were gone and wait for you to get home.” you said softly

୨୧ he had totally forgotten it was his birthday but if it being his birthday meant that he could see you in a little apron waiting for him to come in the door …

୨୧ damn he wished it was his birthday everyday

୨୧ y’all move into the kitchen to start cutting the cake and as you’re plating slices you lean down to the little one and tell him to ‘go get the birthday card he made for daddy’

୨୧ and izuku who wasn’t quite paying attention is like “hmm?” and you just like look at him

୨୧ and he’s like, “oh i thought- you were calling for me-“

୨୧ and you’re like mf, i don’t call you daddy yet

୨୧ but yall just kinda like awkwardly get past it and move on when the child comes running in with his folded construction paper with a green stick figure on the front labeled ‘dad’

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୨୧ it all leads up to the day about a month later when you arrive at their home to no sign of the kid

୨୧ and you’re like ~ wtf? he always comes to greet me at the door with a hug and he’s not doing that

୨୧ and you’re looking in the kitchen and the living room to see no sign of the child

୨୧ when you’re about to head into his room to see if he somehow decided to sleep in today, izuku comes out his room

୨୧ and you’re like, where’s the kid?

୨୧ and he’s like, oh, i meant to tell you that my mom came by just a few minutes ago and decided to take him out for the day

୨୧ so you’re like, okay, should i just go home then?

୨୧ and he’s like, you could but i just so happen to have the day off and i think it would be nice if we got to spend some time together, without the kid around

୨୧ and you’re like, what am i gonna do ?? say no ?!

୨୧ so y’all go out for coffee, take a walk around the park, and then go out for lunch before going back to his house to watch like a movie or whatever

୨୧ y’all get back home and he sits on the couch scrolling through streaming sites looking for a movie and you’re coming back from the bathroom

୨୧ when you’re walking to the couch, your foot catches one of the kid’s toys that was lying on the floor causing you to trip and stumble forward

୨୧ izuku moves to catch you causing you to fall into his chest and practically on top his lap

୨୧ you’re out of breath from the sudden adrenaline spike but the close proximity between the two of you isn’t making it any easier to catch said breath

୨୧ neither of y’all are moving, just staring into each others eyes as he quietly asks “are you alright?”

୨୧ his warm breath dancing across your face as you give him a light nod

୨୧ his eyes suddenly move to your lips and out of his mouth comes the words you thought you’d never hear

୨୧ “can i kiss you?”

୨୧ and with a split glance to his lips you’re nodding fervently

୨୧ not soon enough his lips are on yours : plump, warm, and soft ~ tasting of the coffee and the mint gum he chewed after lunch

୨୧ you two pull apart reluctantly but he sets his forehead against yours as he catches his breath

୨୧ “please tell me you feel the same way for me as i do for you?” he whispers

୨୧ you bite your lip, “and how do you feel about me?”

୨୧ “like i want to hold you. kiss you. and come home to you everyday. not just as a babysitter.”

୨୧ “is that all?” you ask

୨୧ “i have a few other things i feel about you but i think it’s too early to tell you.”

୨୧ you link your arms around his neck and play with the stubble of emerald that is his undercut, “i wanna know.” you whisper.

୨୧ he’s like, are you sure…. you won’t think it’s inappropriate ?

୨୧ and you reassure him cuz little does he know of the countless nights you laid with your hand between your thighs imagining it was him getting you off

୨୧ “well uh- i-i really wanna fuck you.” he quietly admits

୨୧ you readjust your position to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs

୨୧ “how?” you ask

୨୧ “how what?” he replies as he tentatively places his hands lightly on your waist

୨୧ “how,” you start, leaning down to ghost your lips atop his, “do you wanna fuck me?”

୨୧ his breath stutters, something about those words coming out of your mouth

୨୧ he’s quiet for longer than you would like, “c’mon tell me” you whine, moving your lips from his mouth, down his jaw, and along his neck

୨୧ his breath quickens, soon letting out a low groan when you stumble upon his sweet spot

୨୧ you pull away causing him to almost whine, “start talking ~ tell me how you wanna fuck me.”

୨୧ “well f-first i wanna kiss all over you. your cheeks. your neck. your hands. i w-wanna feel your warm soft skin under my lips.”

୨୧ he pauses a bit but you urge him to continue

୨୧ “i wanna play with your tits. i wanna suck on your nipples. i’ve wanted to ever since you came in soaked by the rain that day.”

୨୧ as he gets more confident, his voice gets deeper, raspier, laced with lust

୨୧ “i wanna kiss all the way down your body until i reach that sweet pussy of yours, i’ve been dying to get a taste.

୨୧ you let out a low moan into his collar bone, “and then what?”

୨୧ “then after i’ve made you come on my tongue a few times, i wanna stuff you full of my cock. not stopping until i breed you. gave you a baby of your own since you’re so perfect with kiddo already.”

୨୧ “i wanna make you a mommy.”

୨୧ you gasp, your breaths coming out in short hurried puffs as you come up from sucking on his neck

୨୧ “so why don’t you?”

୨୧ he’s frozen

୨୧ “why don’t you fuck your child in me, daddy?”

୨୧ and just like that whatever submissive izuku moment you had going on, is gone

୨୧ he’s on top of you in seconds, squishing you into the couch cushions beneath you as he does just what he said he would do, and then some

yoooooo, happy belated birthday to the actual love of my life. i cried like three times over him yesterday. i hope he’s doing good.

also i’m not gonna sit here & pretend i know anything about how the japanese choose to name their offspring so that’s why kiddo is nameless

[violetlilysunshine]

Like a Sleepover

Tom Holland x Female Reader

Requested

Anon: Sleeping over Tom Holland house for the first time. Lots of fluff please

WC: 3,544

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I'm seeing this take place in Atlanta, but it’s not really specific if you wanna imagine it somewhere else!

REQUESTS OPEN - Or just come chat :)

MASTERLIST

You and Tom had been together for a little while; you were getting serious, spending more and more time together.

Last month, you finally put a label on yourselves, “is it...ya know, uh… can I, well…” he stuttered.

“Spit it out, Tommy,” you joked.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You were taken aback for a second, “well, uh, to be honest, I kinda thought I already was…” you giggled.

He laughed at you gently, “well alright then, girlfriend…” he trailed off with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Okay, boyfriend.”

TUESDAY

Flash forward and you’re making plans for this weekend seeing as you're both off from filming.

“Yeah, so they’re showing Outsiders at the drive-in on Friday, and we’d have to go to the later showing after I finish filming, but uh, I thought it would be fun and something different for us and I know you love the movie. Might be fun to dress like Greasers too,” he proposed through the phone, calling you between scenes.

“Ooh that does sound like fun, but I wanna be Cherry,” you said, giggling a bit.

“Okay, you can be Cherry, I’ll be Ponyboy,” he finalized.

“Sounds good, well I gotta go,” you said, “duty calls.”

“Yeah, me too, but uh, one more thing real fast?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?”

“Well seeing as it’s going to be really late, I just thought maybe after it’s over, you could maybe stay with me?” his voice tweaked up at the end. He was met with silence on your end for a minute before he added, “ya know, like a sleepover…”

“Uh, yeah, maybe…” you trailed off, “we’ll see what the wind blows, huh?”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, “yeah sounds good.”

“Okay, well I really do have to run.”

“Alright, darling, talk to you tonight.”

“Bye,” you said, already walking out of your trailer and back to set.

“Yeah, bye,” he answered to himself, seeing as you’d already ended the call.

You had never been nervous with him before, but now he’d casually invited you to stay over at his house for the night, something you’d never done with any boyfriend, ever. You didn’t know how to act, and it kinda freaked you out.

Was he expecting anything? What would you even wear? Should you bring a change of clothes? Would late night last into early morning? What if you woke up before him and didn’t know what to do in his house? What if he woke up first and you slept in really late, leaving him bored and trapped?

Questions swirled your mind, and you knew he would bring it up again, but you had to force them away. You hustled back to set, getting into character and trying to forget about everything.

He called you later that night, “wanna grab a bite with Harry and I?” he proposed.

“Uh sure,” you thought since Harry would be there, he wasn’t likely to bring it up again.

You met him just down the street from his house at the forgotten diner you frequented, never being recognized and getting some peace together. You grabbed burgers and chatted about your day as you ate and everything seemed fine. He didn’t bring it up again, and you thought you would have another few days to process everything and hopefully get over the hurdles in your mind. You wanted to stay with him, but you didn’t know how that would play out, exactly.

“Finished?” he asked, gesturing to your empty tray as he stood up.

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled, and he cleaned up the table and took the trash to the can.

“I’m gonna walk back, if that’s okay,” Harry said, standing from the table, “got some photos I wanna edit.”

“Sure, bro, I’ll be right behind you,” Tom answered, coming back to you.

“Bye,” you waved as he left you and Tom alone.

“Walk you to your car?” Tom offered.

You stood up, turning around to thank the workers as the two of you left the diner. He walked you to your car, one hand secured around your shoulders, hugging you tight to his side.

“So, uh, I kinda got the sense that you didn’t want to stay with me earlier,” he said slowly, testing the waters to see how you would react.

You swallowed hard, turning to lean on the door of your car, “oh,” you whispered, “well uh, it’s not that, it’s just that I don’t - I’ve never really, uh, done that before.”

“Yeah I know we haven’t, love,” he chuckled.

“I mean, like ever,” you whispered, looking at the ground, “I just uh, don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh, well, uh, it’s not that hard really,” he soothed, “you just sorta sleep at my place, and I take care of you, and make you breakfast, and we just be together.”

You looked into his chocolate eyes, nothing but love pouring out of them. You don’t know how long you held his gaze for, but he started to get a little nervous at your lack of response.

“I mean, we’ve napped together before, it’s kinda like the same thing, just longer,” he added, trying to put you at ease.

“But like, what’s gonna happen?” you said, fiddling with your hands.

He understood what your emphasis meant, bringing a hand to your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “I’m not expecting anything, love,” he soothed you, “if it happens, fine, I’m ready for that. If you’re not that’s fine too, just wanna cuddle with you. Feel you pressed against me. Have my sheets smell like you when I get in ‘em the next night.”

You felt more at ease about it, but wrinkled your nose at his last statement.

His eyes grew wide, “no no no,” he hurried out, “I didn’t mean it, like, in a weird way! It came out wrong!”

You giggled at him, “it’s okay, bub, I get it. Why do you think I like wearing your hoodies all the time?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah, and to be honest I don’t really even like hoodies. I’m a sweatshirt kind of gal.”

“Noted,” he answered, saving that info for later, “so what d’ya think about Friday?”

“I’ll stay, but like, do I bring anything?”

“You can bring whatever makes you comfortable, love,” he answered quietly, stepping towards you and cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay,” you breathed, connecting your lips to his.

You kissed for a while, his body pressing yours into the door. You pulled back to take a breath, resting your forehead on his, “but really, do I bring like, a toothbrush and stuff?”

“Yes, love, bring a toothbrush,” he chuckled, pecking you again. He swung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you off the car, “let’s get you home, yeah?”

He opened your door, letting you inside the driver’s seat and closing the door. You started the car, him still standing there watching you. You rolled down the window, “are you coming or what?” you laughed.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’m taking you home, obviously,” you giggled.

He ran around to the other side, hopping in quickly and buckling up. His hand rested against your thigh instantly, stroking his thumb across your skin.

You made the short drive to his house, lights on downstairs showing that Harry was already there.

“Thanks for the ride, baby,” Tom said, leaning over the console and giving you a quick peck.

“Anytime,” you whispered, pecking him again.

“See you Friday,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah, Friday,” you answered quickly.

He pecked you one last time before slipping out of the car and jogging to the front door. You watched him go inside, waving to each other before you drove off.

THURSDAY

After you were off, you took a long shower, exfoliating everything and shaving your legs, in preparation for tomorrow night. You carefully packed your bag: toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash, hair brush, extra ponytail holders, face wash, cute pajamas, fuzzy socks, extra undies (more than you’ll ever possibly need but can’t be too prepared, right?), a cute outfit for Saturday, and a book (because who knows what the tide will bring?).

You’d spent so long worrying about what you would take with you, that you’d forgotten that you had to find something to wear to the movie. You’d already agreed to be Cherry, so you had to come up with something.

You slipped to the back of your closet, finding an old-plaid-navy-school-uniform skirt. That’ll work. You pulled out a plain white sweater that you’d never found a chance to wear, thinking you could tuck that in, and a lace bralette to go underneath it; after all, you wanted to feel a little sexy. You pulled forward some old blue Vans and some white crew socks, planning to fold them over. You also planned to ask your hair and make-up artist to help you with your hair before you left set tomorrow, saving a few pictures for her.

By the time you’d done all that, you figured you better go to bed, turning off the light, crawling into bed, and thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

FRIDAY

You’d had a long and stressful day filming, stuttering over your lines, missing your marks, and overall just not giving your best performance. Everyone has their off days, but you knew this was coming from your worries about tonight.

You called Tom as you were getting your hair done after wrapping for the day.

“Hi, bub, am I interrupting you?” you asked as soon as he answered.

“Never, love,” he answered, “what’s up?”

“Well, I’m getting my hair done for tonight, then I was going to head home. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want me to stop and get anything at all or bring anything specific with me..”

“Course not, darling. You just have to bring that pretty face…” he trailed off.

If you were with him, you’d have slapped his shoulder lightly. Instead you just giggled, asking, “you’re positive?”

“Yes darling,” he insisted, “I’ll pick you up at 9:00.”

“Alright…” you trailed, “guess I better let you get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, beautiful,” he whispered, “bye.”

“Bye.”

Your hair and make-up artist finished her work, expertly recreating your example images. You thanked her profusely, complimenting her over and over.

She answered with a simple, “it’s nothing dear,” and a wave of her hand.

You hugged her thank you, heading back to your trailer to collect your things.

By the time you got back to your apartment, it was already 8:30. You quickly dropped your work and other set junk on the table, scurrying to your room to collect your bag for Tom’s. You checked over everything in there, playing all the possible scenarios in your mind before deciding you were prepared.

You changed into your outfit for the night, lacing your shoes and admiring yourself in the full length mirror. You snapped a few pictures, deciding that one was cute and posted it to your Instagram story with the caption, “where’s my Pony?” and a cherry emoji.

As soon as you put it up, Tom knocked on your door. You rushed through the living room to the front door, flinging it open to see what Tom had concocted for the evening. You took in his appearance, mouth watering at the sight. You admired his slicked back hair, tight grey t-shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit of course, loose jeans, cuffed at the hem, beat up black converse, and red flannel hanging over his shoulder; you didn’t realize the effect this dress-up would have on you. You giggled, eyeing him up and down as he did the same to you.

“Hey, doll,” he grinned, meeting your eyes again.

“Hey, Pony,” you laughed.

“Ready to go?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, let me just get my bag from my room,” you said, turning back to grab it from your bed.

At the last second you decided to throw a box of tampons in. You weren’t expecting to use them, but you didn’t want to get stranded without them. You sighed, zipping up the bag and turning off your bedroom light.

You emerged from the room, walking towards Tom, standing by the table.

“Ready,” you said, voice kind of quiet.

“Let’s go then,” he smiled brightly, taking your bag from you and grabbing your hand. You locked the door behind you before following him to his car.

~~~~

When you parked to watch the movie, Tom was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of the title screen and posting it to his public story. You knew fans would be in a tizzy, considering your earlier post, but they always were so what’s the point in worrying. Then he turned to you, “take a photo with me, love?”

“Course, Pony, anything for you,” you said dramatically, even though you loved it.

“Are you gonna call me that all night?” he chuckled.

“Maybe forever,” you answered, laughing loudly.

He pulled his phone up to take a selfie. You smiled wide, pressing your faces together, and he turned to peck your cheek. He snapped another, smiling as well, saving it and setting it as his lock screen.

The movie was great, as expected, and the drive-in atmosphere made it even more fun. You didn’t have to worry about fans interrupting you, a big plus, but it also just fit the movie so well, and it was fun to be in costume.

When it wrapped up and you were waiting in the traffic to pull out of the lot, Tom asked gently, “still wanna come over?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, trying not to overthink things.

“Okay, just making sure. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just want you to be comfortable,” he said, dropping a hand to your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, well I wanna give it a go,” you said with a small smile, placing your hand on top of his.

He smiled wide, picking up your hand to give it a kiss, before dropping it back into your lap.

The drive to his house was quick after you finally made it out of the parking lot. He hurried around the car, opening your door for you, before grabbing your bag from the backseat.

He placed a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to the front door. He shuffled around to unlock it, pushing open the door and allowing you to enter first. You stepped inside, making note of Harry on the couch. It was almost 1:00 AM, so you’d assumed he'd be asleep.

“Oh, hey Harry,” you spoke lightly.

“Hey, was wondering when you’d get here…” he trailed off, “I was just about to turn in. Outfit’s great by the way,” he said, standing from the couch and gathering his laptop.

“I don’t mean to chase you out,” you said, not wanting to be in the way.

“No, no, you didn’t,” he soothed, “it’s time to turn in anyway, gonna go golf in the morning.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight.”

“Night,” he said, trudging down the hall.

Tom had set your bag on the bench in the entryway, coming up behind you. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his front, as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Hi,” he whispered in your hair.

“Hi,” you giggled back, attempting to turn in his grasp.

His hands held you in place, wrapping around to cross over your stomach. He rested his weight against you, slowly swaying the both of you back and forth.

You eyed the mirror across the room, desperate to take pictures like this. After all, he got a new lockscreen earlier…

“Bub,” you giggled, feeling his breath fan across your neck.

“Mmm, yes, my love?” he grumbled, pressing kisses against your skin.

“I wanna take a picture,” you giggled, “over in that cool mirror.”

He squeezed you tighter for a second, before releasing you, “mmkay,” he answered, letting you lead him over to the mirror.

“Do that again,” you told him, guiding his arms around your waist.

He was quick to settle back into you, breathing in your scent as you snapped a few photos in the mirror: a few of him kissing your neck, a few with you both looking in the mirror, a few of him looking at you, lovingly. He buried his face even further into you, hiding completely, as you took just one more. You asked him if it was okay to post one.

“Let me see it first,” he said, wanting to check all of the surroundings for spoilers and whatnot.

He was quick to approve the photo with his lips pressed to your jaw, making you smile.

You put it up on your story, captioning this one, “found him,” with the horse and cherry emojis.

He kissed your neck a few times, watching you post, before mumbling, “ready for bed?”

You yawned slowly, “yeah, I think so.”

“Alright,” he whispered, pecking your cheek one final time.

He slid one hand down your arm, locking your fingers together, and pulling you towards the staircase. He picked up your bag, carrying it with him up to his bedroom. You followed him in and he set your bag on the end of the bed.

“Alright, darling,” he said, rubbing his hands together gently, “make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you giggled, stepping towards the end of the bed gently.

He’d placed your bag in the middle, next to a sweatshirt. You looked at him, making note of its presence.

“Oh, well, uh, you said you didn’t like hoodies, so I uh, pulled this one out for you, ya know, if you want it,” he said, shuffling his feet.

All you could do was smile, You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him gently, lingering for just a second.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You turned towards the bed, stepping back from him.

“So what’d you bring?” he asked, one hand finding the zipper of your bag as he tried to get a peek inside. You were quick to stop his hands, not wanting him to see the box of tampons thrown on top.

“Things,” you said giggling, “teeth stuff, hair stuff, clothes, a book…” you trailed off.

“A book?” he laughed lightly, “what book?”

“Looking for Alaska,” you answered, “it’s my comfort book.”

“Well, you’ll have to read it to me,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered with a sheepish smile.

“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom real quick, alright?”

“Of course, it’s your house,” you laughed.

In his absence, you changed clothes, dragging on your tiny sleep shorts and matching tank top and pulling his sweatshirt over the top. You moved your bag off the mattress, dropping it on the floor. He came back quickly, seeing your new outfit, and smiling widely.

“Looks good on you,” he grinned.

“Thanks,” you said, “can I take my makeup off?”

“Course,” he answered, gesturing to the bathroom.

While you did that, he changed as well, dressing in a new t-shirt and clean boxers; he didn’t want to get in bed with you for the first time in dirty boxers of course. He shuffled under the covers, tucking into his usual side and propping against the headboard. He scrolled through Instagram, reposting your stories to his own and liking a few posts of yours.

You returned, dropping your items back in your bag, and grabbing your book. You flipped off the overhead light and stepped into the other side, enjoying how utterly domestic everything felt.

He flipped on the lamp on the side table, opening his arm for you to rest against him. You settled against his chest, opening your book to start to read to him. He kissed your head and rubbed small circles into your arm.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you read, but you would gladly stay up all night reading with him. Unfortunately, he started to doze off, snoring just enough for you to hear. You closed the book, marking your page but knowing you’d have to go back a little bit tomorrow, and reached over to turn the light off.

He woke up a bit, grumbling, “what’re you doing, love?”

“Just turning off the light,” you whispered, “go back to sleep.”

He sank down to lay against the pillows. You dropped back over to your side, curling up, but leaving some distance between you two. You faced him, admiring his face as he slept.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled, eyes still closed.

“What do you mean?” you giggled, “going to sleep.”

“No, c’mere,” he said, reaching an arm out to wrap around your waist.

He pulled you into him, tangling your legs together and pecking your cheeks. You giggled at him, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him goodnight.

“G’night, my love,” he grumbled, tipping his head back to rest his chin against your forehead.

“Night, Pony,” you whispered back.

He chuckled, squeezing you tighter before you both drifted off to sleep.

[drrewstarrkey]

8 Letters , 3 Words

“”Can it be were I’m a pogue but I’m secretly dating Rafe and during the scene where he comes to John B’s house searching for everyone and they are hiding in the trees I convince them to let me be the one to tell him to leave but I didn’t know he was going to kiss me and once he leaves everyone gets down from the tree and we get in a argument when I rush off and meet with Rafe and I tell him I love him for the first time and we kiss and it’s all teasingly cute. Lol thanks :) sorry if it’s long I’m big on details””

@gpiggy98 <3

Requested

Warnings: Fluff , angst. I didn’t proof read SPOILER!!!!

You and Rafe have been together for about 5 months now. You were a pouge and he was the kook prince. An considering your friends and him do not get along you had to keep y’all’s relationship a secret. You’ve been depressed lately considering you thought John B was dead. Your boyfriend Rafe, was the one who actually killed sheriff Peterkin. Also one of the reasons why your friends don’t get along with rafe.Sarah and John B were on the run and their boat went down during a storm. No one knows if they are alive or dead, but we all have hope.

You haven’t spoken to Kie , Pope and JJ considering they had went to Charleston. Pope had gotten a letter to see Mrs. Limbrey for some answers on clearing John B name considering they know it wasn’t John B who killed the Sheriff.

You didn’t want to leave Rafe after what he’s done. You promised him you would stay with him through it all and you have. You didn’t wanna go with your friends to Charleston, you wanted to stay with Rafe. You had told them you had to help your mom out with cleaning someone’s house in Figure Eight. In reality you were on Figure Eight just not cleaning.

You were laying in bed, with your head on his chest. Rafe had come home from Nassau, last night. He had called you to come stay with him last night. He has his mouth parted a little bit. You couldn’t help to just lay there and stare at him. You couldn’t believe that Rafe Cameron the Kook Prince was yours. It was about 8:30 am, you had to sneak out before anyone sees you with him. “ baby , I gotta go “ you say whispering, shaking him just a little. He moved groaning a little, still not waking up. “ Rafe, honey I have to leave. “ he open his eyes blinking, trying to adjust to the light in the room. “ no baby stay a little longer “ he says groaning holding onto you a little tighter.

“ baby you know I can’t. Your dads going to be up soon and I need to leave before hand. “ you say kissing his head. “ UGH cmon on baby I’ll walk you out” he says standing up. Before you walk out the bedroom door Rafe grabs and kisses you. “ I don’t want to to go “ pulling away before giving you another kiss. “ I have to baby “ “ I know , come on let’s go “ he pokes his head the door making sure he doesn’t see anyone, then motions you to go. “ see you later tonight ?” You ask holding his hand. “ yes baby, call me later “ he says rubbing your hand with his thumb. “ I will bye ! “

You walk down his long driveway to your car. You start driving and head to McDonald’s to get some breakfast. You pull into a parking spot to eat. You text in the group chat, it’s early you don’t know if they are awake but worth a shot.

P4L

You : You guys back yet ?

JJ🍃: no, the truck broke down last night. We haven’t even made it to Lembrys house yet. We are otw now.

Kie🐢: had to sleep in the bed of the truck last night 🤙🏽

Pope🧠: can’t talk right now , driving.

You: lol poor kie, y’all stay safe and let me know when your home!

You finished eating and go home to take a shower and take a nap. It’s about

Fast forward 4 hours

You wake up, you check the time it’s 1:30 you don’t even realized you had been sleeping that long. You check your messages.

1 message from Rafe.

Rafe♥︎ : Hey baby, I haven’t slept since you left. Miss you too much. See you tonight.

4 messages from P4L

Kie🐢: We got some exciting news! Phones gonna die. Ttyl

Pope: I’ve calculated that we will be home in about 5 hours.

JJ🍃: we are bon voyaging out of here. Just like the Spanish.

Pope🧠: what? That’s not Spanish that French JJ.

JJ🍃: stay at home, Kie will come get you ! BYE

You don’t reply to the group chat considering their phones are probably dead. You reply to rafe saying a short “ call me tonight xo” You decided to get up and clean your room and then watch to Netflix. You couldn’t decide on Greys Anatomy or Lucifer. After 15 minutes of deciding you picked Greys you thought to your self that time could go by watching that.

5 episodes later, 1 bag of chips. Two hot pockets later. You get a knock on your door. You jump up from your seat and run to the door. You open it to see a happy, jumpy kie. “ come on, come on grab your stuff let’s go “ you hurry back to your room and grab your things and run back out. She already has the car started yelling at you to hurry. “ alright alright I’m here , what’s the big surprise “ you say out of breathe from being rushed like that. “OMG I can’t tell you but you’re going to freak out !” She says. She’s trying to speed but not get a ticket at the same time. On the drive she catches you up on everything that had happened. How mrs. Limbrey wanted a key, and tried to kidnap Pope. How their truck broke down again. You had asked her how they got home, but she would just raise her eyebrow at you and say you’ll see. About 5 minutes after the conversation ended you had pulled up to the Chateau.

You get out and look over at the hot tub and you see all the lights had turned on and you hear multiple voices. You look up at where you’re hearing the voices and see what you never thought you see ever again. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Once you seen that smile you know it was him. John booker Rutledge. “ Close your mouth you’re gonna catch flies and get your ass over here and give me a hug.” Before you know it you’re in John bs arm, he swung you around. “ I can’t believe it’s you, you’re not dead” At this point you were crying. You just couldn’t believe he’s here. you look over at every one and see Sarah “ Sarah” you go give her a hug and she winces. “ oh shit sorry, did I hug you too tight?” You ask. “ A little bit I had gotten shot in Nassau “ she says pointing down at her stomach. “ oh my what how “ you asked worried at that point. “ It’s a long story but Rafe shot me “ You eyes go wide. You know something was wrong with him but you didn’t think he would shoot his sister. “ enough of this sad shit, let’s party !“ JJ says.

About 2 hours of y’all having a good time, just laughing. You haven’t heard from Rafe, but you didn’t mind it considering John b and Sarah are here. You guys had been smoking, drinking, just having a blast. John B hears this car door shut. Everyone goes quiet. Scared that the cops had found out about John B being in town and had come looking for him. You guys all jump into the tree, sitting on the branches. You hear voices. You’re body runs cold, you could pin that voice anywhere. You look down and see Rafe and Barry, holding a gun. You look up at Sarah eyes wide. John B looks at you and puts his finger to his lips telling you to be quiet. But you had to do something. You go to jump off the branch and JJ grabs ahold of your shirt and shakes his head. You push his hand off.

You had quietly slid down the tree. The noise from you getting down had made Rafe snap his head towards the sound, with the gun pointed at you. You put your arms up in surrender. “ hey it’s just me” you say softly. His gaze softens a little and he puts the gun down. “ what are you doing here Y/N” he says his voice is stern. “ I’m here with my friends Rafe” you say. You start to slowly come towards him. John B , Sarah and JJ, don’t understand what’s going on and why you had gotten down.

“ Baby why are you here with a gun” you ask at this point your right in front of him. You know that your friends don’t know about you and rafe but you had to calm him down. “ I’m here for John B . “ Rafe responded his voice slightly raising. You go and grab his face. “ baby you need to calm down. Put the gun away. “ you say softly pressing your forehead to his. Your friends in the tree couldn’t believe it. You were dating the enemy. The guy who had killed the Sheriff, who was trying to frame your friend for doing it. The guy who shot his sister.

“ I can’t Y/N, I need to do this “ he says pulling away looking around. Barry had went in the house to look for him but obviously he wasn’t there. “ you know where he is, where is it “ He asks you sternly. “ Rafe, you can’t baby. I love you Rafe please stop. Just calm down” you said , you didn’t even realize those words came out until after you said it. Rafe looked at you eyes wide. “ Y-you love me ?” He says softly. “ yes rafe I do. Besides everything that has happened. I cant help my self but love you “ you say. Rafe drops the gun and hugs you. “ I love you too Y/N “

“ come let’s go “ you say, you bend down and grab the gun and his hand and walk off. “ Country Club Killer in love, never thought I’d see the day.” Barry says shaking his head walking toward the truck. You look up at the tree when you know rafe and him won’t notice. They had their mouth wide out. JJ looked pissed, if looks could kill you would be dead at that moment. You give them a slight smile, knowing that they are beyond upset with you. You’ll talk to them tomorrow, hopefully but all you can think about right now is how Rafe and you finally said those words. You know that, that you shouldn’t just be thinking that considering what has happened in the last 15 minutes but you can’t help it…

[voxel-loves-you]

NAME: Francine “Frankie” Harjo

FOUND: Fallout 3 Woosy and gagging outside of Vault 106. If you get too close without putting your weapon away, she’ll scream at you to get the hell away from her or she’ll shoot. You will be given the option to assist, if you help she’ll offer to help you in return.

Fallout 4 South of Salem. You will either run into her scavenging and she will ask for some extra muscle to carry her crap. OR you will find her in a shootout with some Children​ of Atom. After the shootout, she’ll question if you're one of those religious crazies.

COMPANION PERK: Serendipitous Setback  Boosts critical hits by 50% but there is also a 50% chance speech checks will fail.

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Scoped .44  Silenced 10mm - “Lullabye-bye” At full affinity, she will start to use her sniper rifle, Deimos, when you get into fights at long range. This will halve her health as she doesn’t have the strength to actually use it and the kick injures her.

I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER: “Ready to raze this shit hole to the ground?”

USE MELEE: “And you mean for me to do this how exactly?” “Oh fuck you!” “Maybe, and hear me out here, *maybe* you can eat my entire ass.” If you have given her a cattle prod or shiskebab: “Yeah, I think we could make that work, not for long, but it might be fun for a few minutes.”

USE RANGED: “I see you want to utilize my skills. Excellent choice.” “Pew! Pew!” When asked to snipe specifically: “Yeah, we can do that, but you better be ready with stimpaks.”

OPEN INVENTORY: “Do you go digging through everyone’s pockets or is this a special thing you do just with me?” “Sure! Just take my shit. I don’t mind at all.” “Do you fucking mind?!”

IF OVERENCUMBERED: “How much shit do you need?” “Have you considered that I might start throwing your shit on the ground? Starting with the most useful bits.” “Oh boy! I sure do love being your personal pack mule!”

STAY CLOSE: *gagging noise* “Let’s talk about personal hygiene. Yours specifically.” “If this is you confessing your feelings, I’m flattered but not interested.” “Good idea. Give them a single target to aim at. That’ll definitely yield the most favorable outcome.”

KEEP DISTANCE: “You know I do this professionally, right? That was the plan.” “I’ll miss you. Kind of.” “Yep.”

STEALTH: *says nothing*

BE PASSIVE: “I hope you plan on doing all the talking.” *deeply annoyed noises* “... why?”

BE AGGRESSIVE: “You’ve met me, right? *under her breath* Fuck… you’re a moron.” *dancing aggressively in your face* *spins the cylinder on her .44* “Like in a pew pew way or a dowse them in flammable liquids kind of way?”

USE STIMPAK: “Thanks.” “Jesus fuck, I thought I was gonna die.” “If I die.. tell Butch… tell Butch that I still think he’s a fuckerhead.”

WAIT HERE: *annoyed* “I’ll be at your beck and call.” “Sure thing. I’ll just be digging through this pile of scrap.” “Is it frowned upon if I nap while you do… whatever it is you do?”

FOLLOW ME: *exasperated* “Why not.” “Can we hit up a Hubris later? I have my pull list ready.” “Yeah, I don’t really want you behind me anyway. I don’t trust your aim. Like at all.”

DISMISSED: *takes off her PipBoy* “Alright. I'm off the clock. See you… whenever I guess."

HER REACTION TO COMPANIONS: Fallout 3 Companions Butch Deloria [initial reaction] “You’re pretty. And dumb. And I kind of like it.”  [eventual reaction] “I’m done, Butch. I don’t ever want to see you again. Have fun drinking yourself to death without me.”

Charon [initial reaction] “Nope. Nope. Nope.”  [eventual reaction] “Do you want to go scaving with me later?”

Clover *violent avoids eye contact*

Star Paladin Cross *refuses to acknowledge her*

Dogmeat “Who’s a good boy! It’s you! You’re a good boy!”

Fawkes - “Whoa, you’re really big.”

Jericho *retching at the sight of him*

Sergeant RL-3 “Oh look! A metal ball I can piecemeal!”

Fallout 4 Companions Cait *nods at her*

Codsworth [Female SoSu] “Hey. This metal ball thinks you’re its mom.” [Male SoSu] “You make the ball call you sir? What the fuck…”

Curie *stares nonplussed*

Paladin Danse “No. No. No. Lalalalalalalalala.”

Deacon “You are shady as fuck. Pun intended as well.”

Dogmeat “Why does everyone name these dogs Dogmeat. Isn’t that a little weird?” *to Dogmeat* “I’m gonna call you Droolius Caesar, okay?”

Preston Garvey “Don’t you ever take a day off?”

John Hancock “I know way too many mayors, you know that?”

Robert Joseph MacCready “Wanna go say bad words with me in private later?”

Strong “You’ve gotta stop talking about milk… It’s really souring the conversation.” *snorts to herself*

Nick Valentine “For the love of god you have got to stop synth-splaining everything to me. I either already know, or I don’t fucking care, Nick.”

Piper Wright “Whoa there Handsy McGee! Watch where you’re waving your mitts.”

X6-88 *does a secret handshake with him* 

Ada “How do you feel about a girls night in? I have software enhancements I permanently borrowed from RobCo. Untested, to be completely transparent. I also have a backup disk to store your current install.”

Old Longfellow *gags* “You smell like a mirelurk nest.”

Porter Gage *regards him suspiciously* “You don’t need that eyepatch, do you?”

COMPANIONS REACTIONS TO HER: Fallout 3 Companions Butch Deloria [initial reaction] “Well if it isn’t my girl, Frankie! What’s the story, morning glory?” [eventual reaction] “She ain’t nothing but a damned wet blanket.”

Charon [initial reaction] *says nothing* [eventual reaction] “Do you think you could take a look at this thing on my back later?”

Clover “Oh gosh, if it ain’t the cutie that killed Daddy!”

Star Paladin Cross “She’s rough around the edges, but she’ll fight tooth and nail to survive. You’ll be safe with this one. Just… don’t try to aggravate her.”

Dogmeat *bark bark*

Fawkes “If it isn’t my small friend! Happy hunting out there!”

Jericho “I hear Burke was sniffing around for you, gutter rat.”

Sergeant RL-3 “RL-3 comes equipped with everything a good soldier needs! But you’re trading it in for some foul mouthed civie?”

Fallout 4 Companions Cait “Why don’t you ever want to talk to me? Huh? Is there something about my presence that makes you uncomfortable?”

Codsworth “I don’t think this one has your best interests in mind, Sir/Mum.”

Curie “Françoise! Ça fait longtemps, dis donc. Ça va?”

Paladin Danse “Citizen.” 

Deacon “Whoa-ho there! Excellent choice. Hettie Harjo is definitely who I’d pick to travel with too.” 

Dogmeat Droolius Caesar *bork bork*

Preston Garvey “About that day off you keep recommending I take, I think that’s today.”

John Hancock “Francine, I got a job for you next time you’re in my neighborhood. Pest extermination if you catch my drift.”

Robert Joseph MacCready “What if you leave me here with Frankie instead and you take someone else?”

Strong “This one never had milk of human kindness.”

Nick Valentine “Don’t go getting into too much trouble. Francine has a penchant for finding it.”

Piper Wright “So. Francine. I hear you are having a torrid love affair, care to comment?��

X6-88 *more secret handshakes*

Ada “I don’t care how many times you ask, the answer is still NO.”

Old Longfellow “For as much as you curse, Frankie, I would swear you were a sailor.”

Porter Gage “Gotta be honest with you, boss, my money is on Francine if you guys get into it.”

SEND HOME: *dances away humming off tune*  “Yeah, I was kind of done anyway. If you need me again… consider waiting at least a week before bothering me.” “Aww. I’m really sad. Guess I’ll have to go home and do all the things I want to do.”

ENEMIES (long range): “Nice. Nice-nice-nice.” “You’re almost as good as Willow.” “I’d high five you if you didn’t smell so rancid.”

ENEMIES (close range): *spitting noises* “Blegh!” “I don’t think I’ll be eating any of those strawberry preserves I found.” *laughing* “Oh-ho! Shit! I’ve never seen a head fly like that!”

AGGRESSION: aggressive/not aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

ACTIONS THAT INCREASE AFFINITY: Mod Weapons: Loves Mod Armor: Likes  Hacking: Loves Healing Dogmeat: Likes

ACTIONS THAT DECREASE AFFINITY: Enter Power Armor: Hates Chem Addiction: Hates Easing Settlers’ Troubles: Dislikes (feels others should be self sufficient, as it's cruel to help people if you don't plan on sticking around)

LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY: Fallout 3: Giving her Med-X to hold.  The first time she’ll immediately remove it from her inventory. “Don’t give things like that to an addict.”  If you do it a second time she’ll remove it from her inventory and threaten you “I said don’t give me that shit. Don’t fuck with me, asshole.” Third time she will turn hostile and start shooting.

Fallout 4: Helping the BoS is the main way to lose her. “I’ve got a whole jar full of kerosene waiting for you. If I see you again you’ll be wearing one half and drinking the other.”IF you choose the BoS ending and speak to her after completing the game: She will start shooting at you unless you reached max affinity with her. Only then will she talk to you first. “Why did you help them? They're bad people. They just want to take everything you have and leave you to die. I hate them. I hate you.”

[knivesareout]

My Best Decision

Pairing: Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18!!!+), Oral sex (fem receiving), Unprotected sex, Filth, Possible typos and bad usage of commas.

A/N: I have a whole ass universe to these two tucked away somewhere in my mind and this scene felt like it needed to be written so here we are. I haven’t written anything substantial in years so pls be nice to me, thanks. You can also read it on AO3 here. Big thanks to @dirty-holy-things​ for being a general gem of a friend and proofreading this for me. Hope y’all enjoy!!!

Summary: Time to yourselves is something hard to come by for you and Javi. When his dad offers to take your little one for the night, you have a few things in mind on what you can fill the quiet with.

Texas was a different kind of hot, you quickly came to realize. Colombia had been sticky and humid, the feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin the absolute worst. Texas came with a dry heat compared to Colombia and it was a change that was welcome in your book.

It’d been about two years now in Laredo and it always made you wonder when you’d stop comparing the two places. It’s not like you lived in Colombia all that long, anyway; just the time it took to complete your Master’s Degree and a few months after, staying behind with Javier until his assignment with the DEA was over. Javi had warned you of all the different things moving to Texas entailed when the decision had been made, even offering up a few other options- like Miami, where Steve had tried to entice the two of you to join him and Connie and their kids. But, Texas had felt right for some reason. Being close to Javier’s father and having that sense of family was something you craved and so, Laredo became home.

Once you had your first child, it just cemented that moving to Texas had been the right decision. Javi had been a mess in the delivery room, pacing constantly and offering to get you anything every 10 seconds. It would’ve been funnier if you weren’t in pain and almost screaming at him to fuck off. Your daughter was born screaming and crying into the world, Javi’s tears unstoppable as he cut the cord and passed her over to you, the gentle grip on her so tender and careful. 

The sight of Chucho crying when he’d met your little girl at the hospital, whispering to her how spoiled she was going to be by her abuelo, was something you’d never forget and with Javi rolling his eyes behind his father’s back, you knew he was going to be just as bad as his father, if not worse, and he was. Tiny little Emilia Anaís Peña had the two men wrapped around her finger the second she yawned, her fists popping out of the blanket she was wrapped in, in search of a finger to hold on to. 

Now, at just six months, your little girl was a handful and that was putting it lightly. She was crawling everywhere and yanking on anything she could get her hands on, and that included yours and Javi’s hair. A moment of peace was hard to come by, her cries loud and piercing if no one was paying attention to her. Javier was always the first one to give into her pleas, placating her wails with quiet songs sung under his breath and a soothing hand across her back. She was a daddy’s girl and you couldn’t even find it in you to be upset about it, the sight always putting an instant smile on your face. 

It was crazy to think there was a time where you believed something like this wasn’t possible- the family, the house together, and anything really beyond a late night hook-up with Javier. Yet, here you were, and Emilia was the perfect blend of you two as you caught her dark eyes slowly drifting close on Javier’s shoulder. 

“Javi?” You ask, shuffling the bills that cluttered your kitchen table into a neat pile and setting them aside to go through after dinner.

“Yeah baby?” He slowly turns to glance at you, his hand spanning across your daughter’s back as he holds her to his chest. You could already see the drool mark on his salmon colored shirt and smile softly to yourself. It was still early, and any sleep she got was a blessing. 3am wake up calls were getting tiring and Javi was taking the brunt of them, letting you sleep.

“I was thinking,” you start, walking towards him to brush a fallen strand of hair across Emilia’s forehead as she breathes in slowly. “Maybe Chucho could take Emilia tonight? He called earlier and mentioned I sounded tired, asked if we needed a break. I thought it would be nice to have a night to ourselves. Maybe actually catch up on sleep, watch a movie.”

You would’ve been offended at Javier’s father calling you out, a quiet chuckle escaping you when he brought it up, but you knew he was right. Sleep was a myth at this point and it was only made worse now as Emilia was slowly starting to get her teeth in. You told him you’d let him know what Javier thought by lunch time, giving him a quiet thank you before you’d hung up. 

The look on Javi’s face was one you knew well. It was his thinking face. Brows furrowed in thought, lips pursed. He was silently going over the pros and cons of being away from your daughter for the first time, his lips pursed. “It’s gonna have to happen at some point, right? I guess that’s fine,” he finally acquiesces, hiking Emilia higher up on his chest while she snoozes. “Call my dad and let him know we’ll be over in an hour. I’ve got a few things I need to finish up.” With a kiss to your forehead, he turns out of the kitchen and whispers quietly to Emilia that her ‘daddy was going to miss her so much’.

You nod mostly to yourself as he leaves, watching as he heads through the house to no doubt hole himself up in the office with Emilia on his chest while he read over papers he needed to grade. There wasn’t a task he did day-to-day where he didn’t try to have Emilia with him. He’d take her to class with him if you didn’t physically remove her from his side in the mornings. Watching Javier hand her over to Chucho would be interesting and you smirk as you walk back to the kitchen to call your father-in-law, a little pep to your step as you thought about all the things you could do in the next 24 hours.

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The handoff had been hilarious, your giggles quiet behind your hand as you watched your daughter reach for her grandfather with a giant smile on her face and paying no mind to Javi’s scowl. Emilia was just as smitten with her abuelo as she was with her father and she wasn’t nearly as torn up about the goodbye as Javier was. She’d giggled and waved bye with the help of Chucho as you’d left and it almost looked like Javier wanted to cry. He’d huffed once you were back in his truck and remained quiet on the short drive back to your house, your hand reaching for his in a comforting squeeze. 

The house seemed strange, feeling almost empty, without Emilia’s presence despite her toys being scattered throughout the living room. Some part of you felt guilty at your excitement to finally have a night without your daughter but, it was needed and you’d be damned if you didn’t try to make the most of it. Locking the door behind you once Javier was sitting on the couch, you kicked your shoes off and sat down to curl yourself into his side, his arm wrapping around you tight.

“Are you gonna mope around until we pick her up tomorrow?” You tease him, reaching up to tilt Javier’s gaze towards your own.

A slow smile breaks across his features and he shakes his head, looking guilty. “No. I’m sorry,” he sighs, taking your hand from his chin to lace your fingers together. “It’s just weird and I know it’s something that we’ll have to do but I just. Miss her.” 

“I know, Javi,” you nod, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t we take a nap and then I’ll make us lunch and we can just bask in the quietness for a little bit, hm?”

“Yeah, that sounds,” he yawns, making you chuckle. “Good. Yeah, a nap sounds good.”

As you push yourself up off the couch and stretch, Javi’s calloused fingers reach out and brush across the bare skin of your hip, your t-shirt raising with the stretch of your arms and the feeling of his hands on you sends a slight shiver up your spine. It’d been far too long since the two of you managed to be intimate, your mind blanking on the last time it wasn’t just hurried hands and covered mouths to muffle the moans and grunts from seeking a quick release before running off towards Emilia’s cries.

It’s like Javi’s tiredness is suddenly forgotten, the bareness of your skin a reminder that he hasn’t touched you in so long. A smirk slides across his lips while his hand travels further up your shirt, squeezing along your side until his fingers skim across the underside of your left breast and this thumb seeks out the hardened peak of your nipple to pull between his nimble fingers. 

“Javi,” his name is quiet on your lips and you’re not sure if he even heard it until you feel his hand engulf the entirety of your breast and he squeezes and kneads the sensitive flesh in answer.

“Please.”

In a flash, Javier is pulling you down onto his lap where he still sits on the couch and you’re almost winded at the move as you sit on his strong thighs to steady yourself.

You hate that you want to stop this and move it to the bedroom where his back won’t hurt as bad, where you both can spread out and enjoy each other because the spontaneity of it all is sexy and a call back to your time in Colombia where you and Javi couldn’t get enough of each other. 

When you don’t automatically start grinding down onto his lap, Javi glances up at you curiously, “What’s wrong, baby?

“Take me to bed?”

He gets it then with a quick nod and you know he’s thinking the same things you are and pulls you close to his chest as he moves off the couch and slides you back down to the ground. Taking your hand in his, he guides the two of you down the hallway towards your bedroom. It’s almost comical, the eagerness of your steps, and he presses you against the wall just next to the door of the room once you’re inside. 

“Can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner when you suggested dropping off Emilia at my dad’s,” he breathes against your ear, hands falling to your hips and squeezing them tight. 

You laugh against his ear, his mouth moving across your neck and his lips trailing across your collarbone to sponge heavy kisses on any bare skin he can find. “Kinda figured it was an unspoken thing. I’ll be more blunt next time,” you grin, running a hand through his dark hair and tugging him away from your neck to lock your gaze with his. “Fuck me, Javi. I’ve missed your cock, baby. Please.” 

His eyebrows raise in surprise at your bluntness but he wastes no time, pulling you away from the wall to back you up against the foot of your bed where you fall back, your hands reaching back to catch your fall. Biting your lip as you watch Javi’s chest heave, the tight pink shirt stretched across his chest, your legs instantly pressing together in search of some relief. Even just looking at him has you wet between your thighs and the movement isn’t lost on him. 

Javier is quick to undress, his clothes haphazardly tossed to the side, leaving him in only his boxers where his cock is straining against the seam in the middle. Seeing his clear arousal causes another wave of wetness to pool between your legs and you crook a finger, hoping to entice him to come closer. Kneeling on the bed, he brings you up with him to lay against the pillows and trails a finger down your thin t-shirt to where your leggings sit on your stomach, tracing along the waistband. 

“Tell me what you want, hermosa,” Javi asks you quietly, nose nudging against your cheek while his fingers dip just slightly under the fabric. 

Normally you weren’t so bold, but with how pent up you were there was no hesitation to your voice when you spoke up, turning to look him in the eye. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Javi. Then I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk the next day.” His fingers still against your skin, the side of his mouth quirking up and he sat up suddenly, yanking down your shorts along with your underwear to leave you bare from the waist below. 

“So wet for me already, hm?” Javier spreads your legs wider, putting you on display for him and your body is shameless in the way it opens itself for his greedy eyes. Your hands slide up your tummy and under your shirt to grasp at your breasts, tugging on your nipples while you watch him watch you. 

Rough hands smooth up your thighs as Javi moves to settle himself between your legs. Your eyes follow his movements, watching as he licks his lips once he pulls your pussy lips apart and sighs softly to himself. “Most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” he makes sure to tell you before flicking your clit with his tongue. 

Javi is relentless in the way he eats you out, mouth sloppy and slick after just a moment and when he looks up at you from his place between your thighs, you can see how debauched he already is. You blink quickly as Javi spits on your pussy, bringing a finger up to rub the wetness against your clit and you cry out. Your hands move from your chest to grip the comforter below you and you pant his name like a prayer once his two of his fingers slowly slide inside of you. 

“It’s been so long, baby. Gonna have to stretch you out a bit before I slide my cock in you.” Javi’s voice is rough, scratchy and you bare down against his fingers once he starts a slow rhythm of fucking you. “You always take me so well though. Like your pussy was made for me.” 

“Want your cock, Javi. Please,” you plead in reply, your left hand releasing the comforter from your grip and sliding it through his hair and tugging softly to get his attention, hoping he would look up and see the desperation on your face. 

Javier pays you no mind. His fingers start fucking you in earnest, a third slipping in next to the other two thick digits and you can slowly feel your orgasm building. A slow simmer through your body, like a current that was waiting to crash. Your whines fill the room, along with the wet sound of his fingers fucking you. Once his thumb starts rubbing your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers, you feel like you’re about to tip over the edge. 

“Come on baby, can feel you squeezing my fingers so fucking tight. Come on my fingers. Come.”

At the sound of his voice, something snaps inside of you and you cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure wracks through your body. Your body pulses around his fingers, back taut as you ride his hand. 

Javier’s voice is soft as he coaxes you through your release, “Such a good girl. So good for me, aren’t you?” Peppering kisses across your thighs and up your tummy, he slowly slides his fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean.

The sight is obscene as you watch him, your body still pulsing from your release. A smug grin is painted across Javier’s face and you bring a hand through the damp hair on his forehead and push it out of his eyes. “God that was good,” you laugh, scratching at his scalp. 

“Thanks for the glowing review, querida.” Javier kisses his way up your stomach, tugging at your shirt that had been bunched up under your arms to finally rid you of the last bit of material that was blocking your body from his.

You can taste yourself on his lips when they finally meet, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip before kissing you slowly. The kiss is languid and soft, your hands grasping at Javier’s back to pull his chest to your own. Your hands wander down to his hips, tugging at the band of his boxers with a frustrated groan when you can’t manage to pull them down all the way and you move away from his lips, “Javi, take them off. Fuck, please. I need to feel you.”

Javier pulls away just enough to tug down his boxers and kick them off before he’s descending back on to you, his cock hard and wet at the tip smearing across your thigh. Your hips move around as you try and line him up, a whine slipping past your lips, desperate. It’d been too long since you’d been able to fully appreciate the heavy weight of him inside you and you were needy, body wanton and open for him.

“Baby, calm down. I’ve got you. Shhh,” he quiets you, a quick kiss to your lips. 

Your eyes widen as you feel the tip of his cock running through the slit of your soaked pussy, the head catching on your clit and you cry out as he continues to tease you. The feeling is torture and you dig your nails into his back, a silent plea that you need more. Javier seems to get the message and presses into your cunt, the thickness of him splitting you open in the best way. He’s wide and long, the perfect fit and once he’s bottomed out you feel pure euphoria at the pleasure it brings you. 

“Shit you feel so good, squeezing me so tight,” Javier  grunts, his hips slowly starting a rhythm as he fucks into you. The slapping of skin fills the room, his cock slick with your arousal.

No one had ever felt as good as Javi did and he knew it, the smug bastard. You nod quickly, agreeing with him as you were at his mercy. “So good, Javi. So good. Harder, please.”

He’s quick to comply, his hips fucking into yours at a brutal pace. His hands pull your thighs up at an angle that makes your vision blurry, calves thrown around his shoulders and he’s relentless as he thrusts into you. You watch him lick at the pad of his thumb, the digit finding your wet clit quickly and he rubs in time with his thrusts. 

A moan catches in your throat as your climax nears, head dug into the pillow beneath your head, legs going rigid against him and you tighten around his cock as you cum, Javi’s filthy words muttered low. “God you feel so fucking good around me, squeezing me like this. Cum for me baby, fuck fuck fuck-,” and he finds his own release just behind your own, spilling hot and wet inside your cunt. 

Your body feels boneless, the tips of your fingers numb as you drag them across Javi’s back as he breathes slow and hot against your neck trying to catch his breath. Feeling starts to return to your limbs, and you card your fingers through the sweaty curls at the back of Javi’s head. “You still got it there Agent Peña,” you tease, tugging the short hairs up to get him to look at you.

The look on his face is pure annoyance and you give him your biggest shit-eating grin as he shakes his head and slowly pulls out of you with a groan before sliding next to you and tugging you into his side. “You’re lucky I love you,” Javier grumbles, arm wrapped around you and fingertips trailing along your upper arm in a soothing motion.

“I love you too,” you sigh against this chest, tucked underneath his chin. “How many more rounds do you think we can get in before we have to pick up Emilia tomorrow?”

Javi pauses before he answers and hums to himself, knowing he’s genuinely thinking about it putting a smile on your face. “Gonna shoot for 5 but, I’m an old man now so who knows huh?” He digs his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

“Shut up and go to sleep, Javi. I’m tired.” You pat at his chest blindly as you yawn, kissing his chest once you’re more settled under the blankets.

He grumbles quietly to himself but is out like a light a few beats later, snoring softly in your ear, filling the silence of the unusually quiet house. Your hands trace carefully along his chest, mind already filling with other things you two can get up to before you pick up your daughter, wondering if you still had your toys stashed away somewhere.

[hangovercurse]

Full House

Rook gets home from the hospital and life in the Baker-Cappelletty house is more hectic than ever.

Requests: “Can I get a JP Cappelletty imagine where you have help take care of him after his accident (at home) please”

“Idk if I’ve sent this one or not but can I have a Rook imagine where you take care of him after his accident and you have a daughter and live with Colson and how your life is then and maybe Colson helps out please (sorry if that’s a lot)”

Rook x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, implied smut, mentions of Rook’s accident

Word Count: 1459

“Look who’s home, Cameryn!” You cheered to your 2-year-old daughter, “Is that grandpa and daddy?” You picked her up so she could see through the window you were looking out of and then carried her to the front door.

Colson rushed over to the door and opened it for you, following you out, and then walked over to meet Rook and Johnny, who were still working on getting all of Rook’s things out of the car. You watched Colson’s interactions with your boyfriend as you moved over to them, Cameryn still in your arms.

Rook lit up when he saw her, “Hey princess.” He reached his arms up as you moved to set her on his lap, “other princess.” You pressed a quick peck on his mouth, a small smile spreading across your features. Your daughter squealed in excitement, having only been to see Rook once while he was in the hospital.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay with you guys for a couple days?” Johnny asked, Rook’s bag slung over his shoulder and a folder full of paperwork in one hand. You moved to grab the back of Rook’s wheelchair, only to be waved away by Colson, who was also attempting to take the position.

You smiled at the man, “We’ll be fine. You should go home; you’ve spent the past week in a hospital. We can take care of him now.”

Colson piped in, “besides, I’m here. I’ll take great care of Rookie!” There was obvious mischief in his voice, but you knew from years of living with Colson that he’d be there when it came down to it.

You grabbed the backpack and folder from Rook’s dad as Rook spoke, “Dad, I’m good. Go home, please.” Johnny reluctantly agreed, giving into the fatigue that was coursing through his body telling him to go to sleep in a real bed.

“Alright, text me if you need anything.” He moved to Rook’s side, picking up your daughter, who was poking at her dad’s new hand braces. “Bye bye, Cameryn,” he said, tickling her sides and making her scream with laughter.

“Bye, bye grandpa.” She said once she had calmed down, waving to him as she was placed into Rook’s lap again.

Johnny laughed, “she’s getting a lot better.”

Rook smiled down at her, “yeah she is. We were worried for a while because she wouldn’t talk, but now that’s all she wants to do.” He poked her sides gently, making her laugh.

“Alright, by kiddos. Goodluck with those three, Y/N.” Johnny waved as he got into his car.

You laughed, “thanks, I’ll need it.”

 Later that night you were trying to figure out how to manage life with one less pair of legs in the house. Luckily, Cameryn was having one of her calmer days and didn’t require the attention of three adults. She had sat on the couch with Rook most of the day, playing with various toys and being entertained by her father. You and Colson took turns in the room, making sure that Cameryn was returned to the couch if she ever ran off.

“Hide and seek?” Cameryn asked Rook while you prepared dinner in the kitchen. She had been on a kick with the game lately since Slim and Colson had taught her last week.

Rook sighed, “I can’t play hide and seek, kiddo. Maybe uncle Colson will play with you.”

Cameryn whined, “no! Play with you.”

“I can’t play, princess, my leg hurts. See?” He pointed to the boot on his foot with a frown.

Cameryn insisted, “hide and seek!”

You sighed, stepping away from the kitchen and peering into the room, “Cam, daddy can’t play hide and seek right now. Why don’t you ask Uncle Colson? Or play something else.”

Her lip started quivering and both you and Rook went into panic mode, trying to prevent the tantrum that was coming. “Wanna play!” She cried, starting to bounce up and down on the couch angrily. Rook tried his best to calm her down, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop her movements.

You moved towards her, only to be stopped by Kells. “I got this,” he whispered, “finish dinner and take a break, you’ve earned it.”

You smiled as you watched him scoop up Cameryn, bouncing her lightly in his arms to make her calm down. “Hey, Cameryn, let’s go play with some of your toys, yeah?”

Once the girl had left the room, you turned your attention to Rook, who was sporting a frown. “This fucking sucks,” he murmured, “I can’t do anything, can’t even take care of my own fucking daughter.”

You moved over to him quickly after checking that nothing would burn in your absence, “I don’t know if you were aware, but you got hit by a car, which is pretty badass.” You took a seat next to him, running a hand up his arm, “I know it sucks right now, but you’re not gonna be like this forever. And Cameryn will learn, she’s smart.”

Rook pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “she gets that from you.” You rolled your eyes at his lame words, standing up to move back to the kitchen.

“I don’t know what you think flattery is going to get you, but I promise it’s not going to work.” You called.

He chuckled, “damn, was hoping it’d get me another kid.” You rolled your eyes, picking a pillow off the couch as you walked by and chucking it at him.

 After the first week, you’d settled into an easy routine with Rook being out of commission. Luckily, you and Colson both worked from home, so you were only ever a shout away from your needy toddler and needy boyfriend.

The two of them ended up making quite the team against you and Colson, constantly whining for things because they were unable to get whatever it was for themselves. Most days, Rook kept Cameryn on the couch, reading to her and trying to teach her new words. Then Colson would take her outside to run around, something that Rook would normally do. You’d bring them all food whenever you could get a break, and as soon as you were finished with work, you’d plop yourself next to Rook on whatever piece of furniture he’d chosen to lounge on that day.

Today, he hadn’t had the energy to get out of your bed and move to the couch, so that’s where you joined him. Cameryn was on his lap, crawling over the bed to you once you’d settled in. “Hey you,” you said softly, “you’ve been good for daddy?”

Cameryn nodded firmly while Rook spoke, “we learned all about penguins and seals today. She loved them so much that she made me read the same book about them 5 times.” You giggled at his expression, “and then we watched lots of TV and took a nap.”

You hummed, “yeah? Did you work on any of those leg exercises the doctors gave you?”

Rook smiled, eager to show off his work, “Cameryn did them too. We did some leg lifts and we bent our knees, didn’t we?” The girl giggled when his attention shifted to her, “We’re still good to go back to the hospital tomorrow for that checkup, right?”

You pressed a kiss against his cheek, “yep. Colson’s gonna watch Cam for the day so we’re good.” Your hand reached out to stroke Cameryn’s hair lightly, “I don’t know what we’d do without him.”

Colson stuck his head in the room, “you’d die.” He laughed as he moved further into the room, plopping onto the bed next to Rook’s feet. “I was not listening to your conversation, I just happened to hear my name and you know I have a big ego.”

Rook rolled his eyes, “if I had a good foot, I would kick you right now.”

Colson laughed, grabbing Cameryn from you, and flipping her so she was hanging upside down over his shoulder. “I’m taking her for the night so you two can finally have some alone time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you both suggestively, walking out of the room. “How does ice cream for dinner sound, Cam?”

The girl cheered as you sighed, leaning further into Rook, and letting the tension out of your shoulders. He used two fingers to move your jaw so you were facing him, leaning down, and kissing you deeply. Once you pulled away you let your forehead rest against his own, noses brushing against each other. It was quiet for a minute, you and Rook basking in each other’s presence. “You know you’re gonna have to top, right?”

You chuckled, pulling away from him. “Way to ruin the moment, loser.”

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Baby Stevie having an allergic reaction and Harry is all paranoid because his baby is all red and puffy and she can’t stop crying and you’re not home so of course Harry is gonna feel like the worst dad ever because this all happened when you were away (can you tell I just watched the game plane lol)

this is definitely not as dramatic as the scene from the game plan, but I hope you like it!

not your fault

warnings: child having an allergic reaction, (not very serious, no use of EpiPens/needles) anxiety

word count: 2.6k

“Wave bye bye!” Harry said, holding up Stevie’s arm and waving it at you. “Bye mommy!”

“Bye H, bye Stevie! I’ll be home soon, don’t cause too much trouble!” You said, laughing as you got in your car.

“I think we can manage that, hm?” He said, looking at the six month old in his arms. “What do you think?”

She babbled in response.

“Yeah?” He said, sounding very interested. “Sorry, Y/N, she says no promises,” he called, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, giving one final wave as you backed out of the driveway.

“Alright, Miss Stevie, we have the house to ourselves. What are we gonna do?”

She didn’t respond.

“Not very talkative today, are we?” He said, bouncing her a bit.

She looked him, eyes scrunching up as she yawned.

“Yawning? What’s this? It’s only 3 in the afternoon, and you’ve already had two naps today! I’m the one who should be tired, carrying you around all day,” he said dramatically. He loosened his grip on her for a fraction of a second, letting her drop less than an inch. She squealed, laughing as she gripped his shirt with her tiny fists.

“You’re an adventurous little one, aren’t you,” he smiled, repeating the motion. His heart swelled when she laughed again. That laugh was probably his favorite noise in the world. Besides yours. Maybe it was a tie.

She babbled up at him again, gesturing with her hands.

“Is that so?” Harry said, getting very involved in the conversation. “No she didn’t,” he gasped when Stevie waved her arms. “I don’t believe her!”

Stevie nodded, babbling some more words.

“What a shocking turn of events,” he said, eyes going wide.

When she was done talking, she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he walked her to the kitchen.

“What do you say we find a snack?” He said, setting her in her high chair, hushing her when she fussed.

“Here, look at this!” He said, handing her a rubber spoon to distract her while he buckled her in.

She was instantly fascinated, investigating the new object by putting it in her mouth. Harry smiled, stepping away to open the fridge.

“What are we in the mood for today, Stevie?” He asked, turning around to face her. She stared at him with wide eyes, the spoon still in her mouth. “You’re not much help,” he laughed. “Maybe some yogurt,” he decided. 

“This?” He asked when Stevie reached for the container. She made a frustrated noise when he didn’t immediately give her what she wanted. “I have to open it, love!”

She got more upset, growling as she reached again.

“Fine, you can have it,” he said, handing her the yogurt. She looked at it, then back at him. “Right, you can’t get it, because there’s a lid,” he said, settling into the chair next to her. “Would you like me to open it?” He asked.

She allowed him to take the cup from her, watching carefully as he peeled off the tinfoil.

“See, just like that,” he said, handing the container back to her. He opened his own, laughing when Stevie smeared a glob of yogurt on her face. “Missed your mouth there, bug.”

She ignored him, continuing to make a mess. Harry just laughed, shaking his head.

Soon enough, she got bored of her snack. She communicated this by flinging her spoon onto the floor.

“Hey!” He said, leaning down to pick it up. “No throwing.”

She babbled defiantly.

“Don’t sass me!” He said, unable to keep himself from smiling. He already knew she was going to be a handful when she could talk.

Stevie pushed her yogurt away from her, smearing it all over her tray in the process.

“Done?” He asked, beginning to pull the cup away from her. When she didn’t protest, he threw it in the garbage can and reached for a washcloth.

She seemed to know what was coming and began squirming in her seat.

“Not this time, missy,” he said, remembering the other day when he had made the mistake of lifting her down before wiping her face off. The result had been food smeared all over his shirt. All over it.

He reached toward her, trying to wipe her mouth with the cloth. She turned her head every which way, somehow managing to avoid his attempts.

“Stevie,” he sighed, “Please?” He asked in a sing-song tone.

She stopped moving, intrigued by his voice. He used this opportunity to reach in again, but she was quick to turn her head. He groaned, lowering the cloth, before he had an idea.

“Stevie is my princess, my baby girl,” he sang, reaching forward slowly. She was so focused on his singing that she didn’t even flinch when he started wiping her face again. “My Stevie is so pretty, pretty like her mama,” he smiled, cleaning the last of her face. “See? All done,” he said, throwing the cloth back to the sink.

Harry went to remove the tray from her high chair, but stopped when she slapped her hands down on it.

“What?” He said, looking at her in surprise. “What do you want?”

She just looked at him.

“Come on, love, let’s go read a book!” He said, trying to remove the tray again. She fussed, banging her fists on the plastic.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to be so aggressive about it,” he said, stepping back. “Would you like some berries?”

She babbled, bouncing in her seat.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, going to the fridge and finding the container of strawberries. “I think you’ve had these before,” he said, inspecting the fruits. “Should be fine, I’ll just cut them up small,” he said, mostly to himself.

He was excessively careful with what food he gave her. He got dozens of pamphlets from the pediatrician, filling the front of the fridge with “can baby have...” and “best foods for infants” and “nutrition tips”. You almost banned him from going to Stevie’s appointments with you, claiming your fridge was running out of room.

He didn’t care that he was probably being a helicopter parent. It was worth constantly hovering if it meant Stevie would be safe and healthy.

He rinsed the berries, patting them dry with a towel before moving them to the cutting board. He hummed along to the song playing out of the speaker. “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac, because he wanted Stevie to be introduced to excellent music as soon as possible. It would ensure she had good taste later in life.

Once the strawberries were cut into tiny pieces, he set a few of them on Stevie’s tray. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing a handful and shoving them all into her mouth.

“Good thing I didn’t give you very many,” Harry said, laughing. He closed the container, putting them back in the fridge.

His smile dropped when he closed the door and saw Stevie. She had stopped chewing and her face was turning red. His eyes widened and he rushed over, putting his thumb on her chin to open her mouth. Harry sighed in relief when he saw she had swallowed the fruit and definitely wasn’t choking. Then he started panicking again, because her face was getting brighter and her cheeks were getting puffy. Her face scrunched up and she started crying.

He quickly unbuckled her from the seat, picking her up and patting her back firmly just in case. She cried harder, so she could definitely breathe. This didn’t help Harry’s panic much, because that meant something else was wrong.

His mind was racing as he thought of what this could be. She’s had yogurt before she’s had strawberries before why is this happening what do I do-

He shook his head, thinking of what to do next. Freaking out wouldn’t help him. He had to think clearly and quickly. This was not an easy task with Stevie screaming in his ear. As distracting as it was, he wasn’t annoyed at all, because it meant her throat wasn’t closing and she could still breathe properly.

“I know love, I’m sorry, I’ll fix this, you’ll feel better soon,” he said nervously, bouncing her to try and calm her down. “Just let me... Ah! I know what we need!” He said, running into the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet, searching frantically for the bottle he needed.

He sighed in relief when he found the Benadryl, pulling it out along with an empty syringe. He quickly went back to the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Stevie in his lap. He scanned the label for the dose, drawing it up in the syringe and holding it to her mouth.

“Come on Stevie, I know it’s yucky, I’m so sorry, you have to take this, come on,” he encouraged her, trying to get her to stop screaming. She finally quieted, sucking on the syringe as if it were a pacifier. Harry pushed the plunger, making sure she swallowed all of the medicine. As soon as he removed it, she started crying again.

His heart broke as he pulled her against him, rubbing her back.

“It’s ok, bug, I’m so sorry,” he soothed. “You’ll feel better soon, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Soon enough, the red started to fade and her cheeks went back to their normal size. Harry slumped back against the cabinets in relief, still holding her securely against his chest.

She was still crying, but thankfully her screaming had quieted and she was mostly just breathing unevenly.

After about ten minutes, he lifted her up to look at her. He inspected her face, making sure it was all back to normal. When he decided everything was good, he stood up and moved over to the living room with her.

He settled back on the recliner, pulling a blanket over them. She was laying on her tummy on his chest, head turned so she could hear his heartbeat. Her crying had all but stopped by now; the only noises he heard from her were a few sniffles every now and then.

Harry rubbed her back, humming softly to soothe her. She fell asleep quickly. All the crying and having an allergic reaction must have tired her out, he thought to himself. He was feeling worse and worse with every minute that passed. He was supposed to protect her. That was literally his job. He was supposed to keep her out of harm’s way. He was supposed to make sure nothing ever hurt her. He was supposed to know what foods she was allergic to, for goodness sake. That was just about the bare minimum of being a father: knowing what food could potentially kill your child and then not giving them that food.

Harry’s eyes welled up with tears. This was all his fault. He gave her those strawberries. He gave her something that caused direct harm. He hurt her.

He would never let you leave him alone with Stevie again. It wasn’t safe.

-----

“Harry, she’ll be ok!” You said, placing your hand on his arm to calm him down.

“No, she can’t be in there alone, please let me move her crib to our room,” he said desperately. His eyes darted around Stevie’s room as if he was looking for potential dangers.

“Harry, it’s alright, we have the baby monitor-“

“No, that’s not enough, she won’t be safe if we can’t see her!” He said, his eyes welling up.

“Ok,” you concede, knowing he’s in no state to argue about this. “But you can’t move her crib by yourself, why don’t we get the playpen and set it up by our bed, she can sleep in there.”

He nodded, moving to the closet and pulling out the large bag. He carried it to your room while you put Stevie’s pajamas on her.

She was totally ok. There was no trace of redness or puffiness on her face, and she had stopped crying before you had even gotten home. She was acting completely normal, her usually silly and bouncy self.

This didn’t seem to make Harry feel any better. He had been miserable since you got home and he explained what happened.

You had reassured him that Stevie had eaten strawberries before and had no problem. You explained that sometimes children just developed allergies. It was strange, and it was unfortunate, but it happened. You told him, multiple times, that this wasn’t his fault. You told him that he did a great job staying calm and getting Stevie the help she needed.

None of this seemed to matter. You could tell he was beating himself up for letting something happen to Stevie on his watch.

He didn’t even want to hold her. “She’ll be safer with you,” he said sadly.

You sighed, picking up your sleepy baby and walking to your room.

“Harry?” You asked softly, pushing open the door.

“Almost done,” he mumbled.

When he straightened up, he wouldn’t even look at you. You tried to hand Stevie to him so he could lay her down, but he quickly stepped aside.

“I’ll- I’m going to get her diffuser,” he said, leaving you and Stevie alone again.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, setting her down gently in the playpen. You smiled when she flopped over, falling asleep almost right away.

Harry came back carrying the diffuser. He plugged it into the wall, filling the room with the sweet smell of lavender.

“Harry-“

“Don’t. Just... don’t,” he said, avoiding your eyes.

“Harry, come on. Look at me,” you said, stepping closer to him.

He finally complied, looking into your eyes. Your heart broke when you saw how sad he looked.

You opened your arms and he walked into them, holding you tightly. You felt him shaking as he started to cry.

“Harry, please don’t blame yourself for this,” you pleaded. “This exact same thing could have happened to me.”

“But it didn’t,” he said shakily. “It happened while I was watching her. You trusted me to keep her safe and I couldn’t do it,” his words broke off in a sob.

You tightened your arms around him. “Harry, you couldn’t have known. She’s eaten them before, and everything was totally fine. This isn’t your fault.”

“No, but it is!” He said, pulling away. “I fed them to her. I gave her something bad. I basically poisoned her. I can’t- I can’t watch her again. You can’t leave me alone with her again,” he said, getting the same desperate look on his face from earlier.

“Harry, wait,” you said, grabbing his arms so he couldn’t step farther away. “What if it happened to me? What if you had gone shopping and I had been here with her? What if I gave her the strawberries and I was blaming myself? What would you say?”

“I would tell you it wasn’t your fault and that you were a wonderful mother,” he said quietly, looking at the floor.

“Exactly,” you said, leaning in to meet his eyes. “You are an amazing father, H. You’re so good with her, and she loves you. One bad day doesn’t mean you’re just suddenly not a good dad anymore.”

He exhaled, pulling you back into his arms. You listened to his heart pounding as he breathed in and out shakily.

After a few minutes, you pulled back to look at him.

“Think we can go to sleep now? Stevie knocked out pretty fast, you must be tired too,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I am,” he laughed. “Emotional trauma is exhausting.”

He fell onto the bed, pulling you down with him. You both giggled, shushing each other when you remembered there was a baby sleeping next to you.

He pulled you close, tucking the blankets around you.

“Goodnight, my lovely wife,” he murmured.

“Goodnight, my lovely husband.”