#I'll get some fluff done later today

[chuluoyi]

my boyfriend will kick your ass !

- fushiguro megumi x reader

it's a date gone wrong when you get into an argument with your aloof boyfriend. but will he save you when it counts?

genre/warnings: tw. street harassment, catcalling. hurt/comfort, arguments and reconciliation, protective!megumi and fluff !

note: i miss my emo boi :(

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“Stay back!”

This is an utter plot twist. When you came out of your apartment today, all dolled up and ready to go on a date with your boyfriend, you never imagined you’d end up cornered by two creeps in a deserted alley.

“Easy, girl,” one of the guys in front of you cackled, lips curling into an unsettling sneer. “We’re just trying to get to know you better!”

“Listen— My boyfriend is super scary, you know!” you barked, willing yourself not to shake. “Now you better not come any closer or else—!”

“Or else what?” the other creep mocked with a snort. You gripped your umbrella—now your makeshift weapon—tightly, pointing it at him as a threat.

“Or else my boyfriend will be here in any minute and he’ll kick your ass!”

It was a partly a lie you hoped sounded convincing, because how could Megumi suddenly show up and find you in this dingy alleyway... right after both of you had a petty disagreement in the middle of Shibuya's shopping district?

Oh lord, how you regretted raising your voice and running away from him earlier.

"You are late!" you scolded him heatedly as he yawned, showing up twenty minutes later than your agreed time. "Can't you at least text me beforehand? I'll match your time if you do!"

Megumi sighed, fixing you with a blank stare as he scratched his head. "My bad. I overslept. I rushed here so didn't think of it."

It was so easy for him to say, and you would've understood if it was the first time, but you had noticed this pattern over the past two weeks. Whenever you asked him out for dates, his face always soured, and he didn't bother to be on time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reluctantly agreeing.

And by this point, you thought you knew better and that was really it.

Finally, you blurted out the burning accusation: "You never realize it, but it shows, you know? You never seem happy when we go out together."

He exhaled in exasperation, green eyes darkening at you. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that."

It seemed he had run out of patience. Standing your ground, you braced for his next words. But the glare he sent your way and the words he spat pierced your tender heart more than you thought—

"You're always nagging. Can't you stop being annoying just once? What a pain."

Perhaps he was right, you were annoying him all this time and dealing with you was a pain. You could imagine it if you were in his place, but you couldn't handle the very implication that you had done so, and you screamed at his face:

"So be it then! Fushiguro, you are the worst!"

—and ran off with tears in your eyes, deserting him altogether.

You knew you weren’t exactly a model of maturity, but in your defense, it stung deeply that he saw you as annoying and a pain. What girlfriend wouldn’t be hurt by that?

Anyhow, you loitered near the Shibuya station afterwards, and at first you heard some catcalls you didn't really pay mind to. But when those two guys started whistling and edging closer, it hit you—you were their target.

You quickened your pace, turning down several corners, only to find yourself trapped in a dead end. Just how much worse could your day get?

"Aha, the girl says she has a boyfriend!" Creep #1 snickered, turning to Creep #2 with a smirk, before pretending to scan the area. "But I don’t see him?"

"Miss, I swear we’re not up to any trouble," Creep #2 chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a predatory delight. "Won’t you be our friend? You’re too pretty to be alone—this is Shibuya, after all!" he said, eyeing your legs and whistled. "And ooh, have I told you that skirt suits you well?"

These guys were straight-up perverts!

"Get lost!" you yelled, your fingers trembling as you swung the umbrella at him when he tried to close the distance. "Can’t you just leave me alone?!"

You were at your wits' end, and it was clear this situation wasn’t going to improve with them still blocking your way. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and decided to do the only thing you could.

In hindsight, a stupid move—

You barreled towards the two of them with your umbrella—managing to push past them. For a moment, you thought you had a chance and ran as fast as you could—

"Ack!" —until you tripped and crashed on the ground.

You rose and immediately winced, looking down at the site where it hurt the most. Oh, you had scrapped your knees badly.

"Ahh, miss! Don't be too hasty~!" you heard the second guy's sing-song voice, and you really wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen to you?

"Don't come c-closer!" you stammered, backing away as they approached. Your whole body shook, desperately trying to think of ways to save yourself. "Or— I'll scream!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait just a minute! Why don't you just—"

You really thought you would scream, until suddenly the familiar scent of mint filled your sense and a strong arm pulled you from behind, and a broad back shielded your view from them—

"What do you need from her?" Megumi's voice boomed, his eyes glaring at the two men who had been harassing you. His breathing was ragged, as if he had run all the way here. "Fuck off."

At that moment, you couldn't help clutching his sleeve, hiding behind him further as you kept trembling. Megumi sensed it, and turned over to have a look over you—

You looked disheveled, spooked, and his eyes widened when he saw the blood trailing down both of your knees.

"Hey man, your girlfriend practically asked for it! Just look how she is dressed—"

Before you could process what was happening, Megumi had yanked the man by his collar and thrown a punch at him. You yelped and immediately got a hold of his arm to stop him further. "Megumi!"

The other guy quickly caught his friend, who spat out a string of curses, his lips bloodied from the punch.

"Fuck. Off." Megumi glowered at them, and they finally got the message, scurrying away in hurry. The moment they did, he faced you again and you finally let out a sob, throwing yourself into him. His body was warm, his heart pounding hard— yet it meant reassurance for you.

"Are you okay...?" his voice was noticeably softer as he wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug. "Did they touch you—?"

Megumi froze when he felt his chest dampen with your tears and heard your sniffles, your figure shaking like a leaf in his embrace. A wave of guilt washed over him, realizing how scared you must have been. Instinctively, he held you tighter.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm against your ear. It was as if there was an invincible knife that twisted his chest when it dawned on him what you just got into. "I'm here now, okay? You're safe now."

If it weren’t for his harsh words earlier, you wouldn’t have run off. He kept shushing you, his own heart breaking at the turn of events.

And when you nodded against him, he knew he had to make it up to you somehow.

Later, Megumi tended to your minor injury while crouching down before you, as you sat on a bench near the convenience store where he had picked up the first aid kit.

Your eyes were swollen, your outfit was dirtied, but you ignored the curious looks from passersby. Still shaken, you kept your gaze fixed on your lap.

You recoiled when the disinfectant touched your torn skin, tears welling up again in your eyes. "Ow..."

"It'll hurt just a bit," Megumi looked up at you worriedly, seeing you struggling to hold back tears. He gently blew air on your wound. "It’ll be over soon."

Megumi noticed how you were uncharacteristically quiet. Between the two of you, you were the chatty one and he was the silent listener. But now, you were completely silent, and he knew it was definitely not a good sign.

And so he thought it was a good time to finally explain himself. With a sigh, he began. "I... was on back-to-back missions last week."

You glanced at him, both surprised and confused.

“I was so burnt out— that’s why I’ve been oversleeping lately. Sorry for not meeting you on time.” Megumi applied the ointment to your knees, and you stiffened from the sting. He blew air on them again to ease the discomfort.

"You never told me," you pointed out.

“Yeah, uh, sorry...” he winced. “It’s so... lame. I’ve been exhausted for a week straight whereas Itadori bounces back so easily. Stupid, I know.”

"You... didn't tell me because you don't want to look uncool?"

As soon as you worded it that way, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Megumi remained silent, looking down, and you knew that his silence was a definite yes.

Totally stupid. But exactly how Fushiguro Megumi was always wired. A part of you was exasperated, but also forgave him for it.

When he met your gaze again, he finally saw the light returning to your eyes. It was a relief to him, so he let out a small sigh and put on a strained smile.

"How did you find me anyway?" you asked quietly.

"You didn't pick up my calls. I was worried. And then I ran around until I heard your voice." His eyes narrowed into a frown. "Did they do anything to you?"

You shook your head, and Megumi let out the breath he had been holding, gripping your right hand in his. "I’m glad."

You brushed away the trace of tears on your cheeks as he finished applying band-aids to your knees, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers.

"Sorry for being annoying," you mumbled softly, not meeting his eyes, feeling yourself so small all of a sudden. "Will totally happen again though."

"You..." Unwittingly, he cracked a smile at your blatant remark. "Just... don’t run off again, dummy. Do it where I can see you."

He ruffled your hair gently, then intertwined your fingers with his. "And sorry... for getting mad at you too."

Your cheeks felt warm, so you looked away, puckering your lips together. "...I'm hurt. You have to make it up to me."

He hummed, the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Let's go have that shaved ice you’ve been craving then."

“Huh? You remembered! But you don’t like them?”

“You like that kind of sugar dump, don’t you?”

Hand-in-hand, both of you traversed the Shibuya shopping district together. Your eyes were still puffy, but you were smiling and talking his ears off again just like you always did.

“I told those pricks my boyfriend will definitely kick their asses,” you giggled to yourself, swinging your joined hands in joy. “And you really did~”

“What are you talking about…?”

Sometimes you were beyond his comprehension. Sometimes you were also cute beyond comparison.

And Megumi thought... he liked you the best this way.

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you overworking yourself (hyung line) !

pairings: hyung line x reader (find maknae ver. here)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.6k

cw: light cursing, overworking, fatigue, fainting

a/n: i had to cut this in half since it was getting too long and i wanted to make sure i posted today! i have NO idea why i made seungcheol's so long lmao. hope you enjoy kings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also, i will be closing my requests so i can catch up on them over the weekend, i'll try to get them done by monday! thank you for all the support, it means so much to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

seungcheol - seungcheol is livid. you're still at your second part-time job when seungcheol calls you, "send me your location, y/n." you didn't tell seungcheol you had taken on a second job. you've never been comfortable with money, always having to work multiple jobs to stay afloat. that was until you met seungcheol, and since then he's always taken care of your expenses, even offering to pay for part of your tuition, and you decided it was enough. you didn't want for your (millionaire) boyfriend to think you were using him, so you told him you took on some evening classes.

today, you're covering someone else's shift. originally, you weren't going to, but after their promise of sending you a little extra money for it, you accepted.

"cheol, i told you i'm-"

"at class still? don't bullshit me, y/n. you didn't take on any new classes, you left your paper schedule on the counter."

your stomach drops. ah hell, you must be stupid. "y/n, what are you really doing?" he asks, almost pleading. there's absolutely no fighting it at that point, "i'm... at work. shift just ended, i'll send you my location." in defeat, you sit on a barstool at the restaurant and wait for seungcheol.

when he walks in, his eyes are immediately on you, walking over and grabbing your hand. "let's go," is all he says. the car ride is silent with tension; he only asks about it once you two are both home. "why? y/n there's no reason for you to be working another job. i'm right here; if you needed financial help, i could've helped you." he says gently, trying to maintain his frustration, but his brows are furrowed, exposing his true emotions.

"that's just the thing seungcheol, you're always here to help me. i don't want to use you because i can't support myself." you reason, but seungcheol obviously isn't buying it. "y/n, you're not using me, even if you did i wouldn't care. i don't want to watch you struggle when i know i can help." he takes your hand into his own. "don't do this to yourself, please. i love you too much to let this keep going." looks like you're quitting that job.

jeonghan - you and jeonghan are walking home from your date night. it's supposed to be romantic, you two walking hand in hand, but you're feeling the weight of the all nighters you've been pulling all week to finish your project, walking wobbily on the side walk.

"did you drink or something? you're walking a little funny babe." jeonghan teases before giving you a genuine look of concern. you try to laugh it off, "hah, maybe." but then your eyes start to droop ever so slowly. jeonghan notices, "have you been sleeping?" damn. did your concealer wear off or something? you're about to respond, but your legs give out and jeonghan catches you before everything goes dark.

you wake up on the couch, tucked in with a blanket with jeonghan caressing your forehead lovingly. "so i'm guessing the answer to my question is no," jeonghan murmurs, giggiling. "but seriously y/n- don't scare me like that," he adds. "i know i know, sorry-" you say, trying to sit up, but jeonghan interupts. "i don't think so, you need to rest baby," he gently pushes you back down before joining you on the couch. "we'll talk about this seriously later, let's just sleep for now." wrapping his arms around you, leaving you no choice but to comply.

joshua - joshua wants to trust you, knowing that you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can't help but worry when he looks over at you. you've been sitting at your desk for hours now, trying to finish all your assignments before the end of the grading period.

he walks over, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them. "you've been working for a bit, love. how about a break?" he suggests. you turn around, giving him a small smile, "i really would shua, but i've got like 2 hours till this is due. just let me finish this and i'll take a break." he frowns, "you promise?" "i promise," he hums in response, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before retreating to whatever he was doing.

2 hours later, joshua is back at your desk, only to find you slumped over your papers. he sighs, shaking his head before taking a look at your laptop. "hm, looks like you made the deadline," he says softly, gently shaking you awake.

"you did it, love. i'm proud of you, but i don't want you doing this often- it makes me worried." he murmurs, "come on, you need to take your well deserved break in a more comfortable space," taking your hand and guiding you to your room.

jun - honestly he gets it, between his singing and acting career, he knows what it's like to always feel like you're on the clock. he still doesn't approve of this though.

you just got home from working over time, it's 11:35- you both should be asleep, but he's waiting for you on the couch. looking at you, his heart breaks, noticing the eyebags, the bad posture, the way you're barely holding onto your bag, all of it. he makes his way over to you.

"oh, y/n," you don't process what's happening, about 30 seconds from fall asleep as he holds you. taking your bag from your hand, he then ushers you toward the couch. he helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"do you want something to eat? water?" he asks while laying you down. you shake your head, but he still hands you a waterbottle anyway. "i'm always scared when you're like this bǎo bèi," he comments softly. "please take care of yourself, but if you can't, i'll be here." he gives you a kiss before laying your head down, falling asleep almost immediately.

hoshi - hoshi is nothing short of assertive, literally showing up to your job. "soonyoung, what are you-" "do you know what time it is? i'm taking you home." he leaves no room for argument as he drags you out of your work place. you're going to need to explain this to your manager.

"i'm not letting you do this to yourself, y/n. it's late. why are you still trying to work at this hour?" he asks, frustrated. "soonyoung, you know why. i don't have a roommate anymore; i can't pay rent with one income." he sighs, "i know, but you just look so- i don't know- tired now. i can help y/n, just let me."

there's no talking your way out of this, you just let him drag you all the way back to your apartment while rambling about how bad working late could be for your health: what if someone kidnaps you on the way home? what if you faint while you're walking up the stairs because you're so tired? what if you're so sleepy you don't notice someone walking by and you run into them and fall into a storm drain?

wonwoo - he doesn't scold you, but he'll get all nerdy and tell you terrible facts about not taking care of yourself.

you're bent over your laptop, trying to finish a whole group project on your own since you got assigned terrible partners. he sits down besides you, whispering in your ear, "keep sitting like that, and you won't be able to walk properly at 40," you scoff, but adjust your posture anyway, you don't want to test this guy. smiling in victory, he kisses you before walking away, reminding you to take a break.

you don't listen to him though, getting carried away in your work. wonwoo comes back every so often to tell you that your brain will start eating itself because you haven't eaten, you'll get terrible wrinkles because you're dehydrated, all that stuff.

once you're finally done and in bed, he scolds you, of course. "i know you think i'm joking, but i'm not y/n. this isn't good for you, next time you do this, i'm forcing you to stop, okay?" he strokes your hair and gives you a kiss. "i love you a lot, so take good care of yourself, can't have you dying on me."

woozi - out of all the members, he's definitely the one who relates to you the most. he knows you'll drown out the sound of people telling you to take breaks, so he takes things into his own hands.

you're working at your desk when woozi turns your chair around and grabs your hand, dragging you to the couch. you try to argue, you really need to finish this so your group doesn't fall behind on the project, but he doesn't take no for an answer.

"shush y/n, just let me talk." he starts, "i know what it's like, i really do. you feel like everyone is depending on you, and maybe they are, but you don't have to do it all alone," when you try to dismiss him and get back to work, he's actually pinning you to the couch. in any other circumstance, you'd be turned the hell on... but he's serious about this. "listen, stop trying to shut me out y/n. i'm someone you can rely on, and i want you to. don't do this to yourself, i won't let you."

you nod in agreement. "good, now let's just stay here for a second," he lays on top of you, trapping you under him so there's nothing you can do but rest.

[felinecyan]

Untouchable

[Katsuki Bakugo x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When a classmate breaks a well-known rule within the dorm, you decide to take it upon yourself to “fix” the issue.

WC: 2863

Category: Mega Fluff, Kindhearted!Reader, Todoroki being an icon (like always 💅)

I don’t know about you guys, but writing for Bakugo is the single hardest thing I have ever done. He is SUCH a difficult character to get right 😭

I believe I did him justice, though 🙏🙏

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Kaminari had a death wish. That was the only logical explanation for why the electric blonde was currently in the common room with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, along with a bowl of ramen that just so happened to belong to one Katsuki Bakugo.

Food was the one thing the explosive hero didn't joke around with, and the rest of Class 1-A was painfully aware of that fact. It was like a rule that had been ingrained into everyone's minds after spending any amount of time around the temperamental blonde.

Do not, under any circumstances, mess with Bakugo's food. Ever.

So the moment you had walked out of the kitchen and saw the familiar spice-infused soup in Kaminari's hands, you knew there was about to be a disaster. And that disaster was going to happen at the cost of the boy's life.

You were about to warn Kaminari when a familiar voice stopped you, its monotone quality giving away that it belonged to the heterochromatic hero. "Don't."

Todoroki shook his head at your concerned expression, a sigh leaving his lips. "It's not worth the effort; he'll learn the hard way. I would suggest standing back unless you want to get hit."

As if on cue, the sound of a bowl shattering against the floor echoed through the common room, and you flinched as bits of ramen and broth splattered your pants and shoes. You could only imagine what kind of mess it would have made if you had been standing any closer.

At the same time, Jiro sighed, plugging her ears as she muttered, "So much for getting some peace and quiet today."

Kaminari stood a few feet away from the mess, his entire body trembling in fear. He was too scared to move, frozen to the spot. His golden eyes were glued to the blonde standing before him, a murderous aura surrounding the ash-blonde.

"Bakugo, look, I can explain—"

The blonde's crimson eyes flashed in anger, and his face contorted into a feral snarl as he cut the electric user off. You couldn't stop the flinch that shook your body at the tone. "You... you..."

"It's just one bowl of ramen, dude! I'm sure you could easily make another one!" Kaminari exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his chest frantically. "I mean, come on, I know you love spicy food, but surely you're not that much of a monster that you'd kill me over it! Especially with something so mild as that!"

The room went silent, and Kaminari's words echoed in everyone's ears, but it only took Todoroki’s comment for the tension to change from fearful to downright chaotic.

"That was his last packet."

It was almost comical how fast the blood drained from Kaminari's face and how fast it returned a second later. The electric blonde gulped, a nervous laugh escaping him.

"B-Bakugo, listen—"

He was cut off again, this time by an explosion, which had been aimed right at his face. Thankfully, Bakugo missed on purpose, but the sound had been enough to startle everyone.

"You're so dead, Spark Plug!"

And thus began the chase, with Kaminari being chased around the room by an enraged Bakugo. Kaminari's screams of terror and Bakugo's threats and explosions filled the air, and everyone watched on in amusement.

Well, everyone except for Iida. He was chasing Bakugo, trying to calm the blonde down and yelling at him for using his quirk indoors, but his efforts were fruitless.

"Stop running around the room! You're going to destroy the furniture and break something!"

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DUNCE FACE! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!"

Typical afternoon in the U.A. dorms.

After what felt like forever, the chaos eventually died down, with Bakugo calming down enough to sit and stew in his anger and Kaminari passing out from his quirk short-circuiting. You helped Iida clean up the mess that had been left behind, and everyone else returned to their activities.

But you felt bad for Bakugo. Yes, the blonde was a little intense and downright mean sometimes, but you knew what it felt like to crave something you didn't have. Especially when you physically buy that ‘something.' So, you decided to go out and get the angry Pomeranian a replacement packet.

Of course, given the fact that being empathetic was a common occurrence for you, the explosive hero wasn't at all surprised to see you walking toward the doors of the dorms with nothing but your wallet and a smile.

And he was not pleased.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the blonde, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Honestly, you were still shocked that he was still in his uniform, given he usually changes the moment he walks through the dorms. Not to mention, he even started wearing it properly, which was a feat in itself.

"Umm..."

"If you're about to say the damn store, I'll blow your ass to the moon," he threatened, and you couldn't help the frown that tugged at your lips.

"I'm just going to get you some more packets, okay? It's not a big deal," you said, your eyes softening. "I don't like seeing people upset, especially not over things that can easily be solved."

"Like hell, I'm upset!" He snapped, but the lack of bite in his voice gave him away.

You raised an eyebrow but kept your mouth shut. After knowing Bakugo for as long as you have, you've learned that the best way to deal with him is to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself—at least, all thoughts and opinions about him.

"I'll be back in an hour, okay?" You said, offering him a kind smile. "Is there anything else you need?"

Something about the look in your eyes and the kindness in your voice was enough to make the blonde falter, his resolve slipping. He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl on his face.

But, since he didn't respond, you figured that was all you were going to get from him. So, you turned back around and headed for the doors, intent on leaving.

You hadn't gotten very far, however, when the sound of the couch squeaking alerted you. You turned your head just in time to see Bakugo jump over the back of the sofa, his slacks making a thud sound as he landed, snatching his phone off the coffee table before he headed in your direction.

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, causing you to tilt your head, but before you could say anything, your wrist was being grabbed, and the front door was opening.

"If we're gonna get the damn ramen, then I'm coming with. It's annoying when people come back with the wrong shit, so it's better to go myself."

"Oh," you hummed, not expecting him to follow you. You smiled up at him, and the scowl on his face deepened. "Well, alright, then. The more, the merrier."

Bakugo grunted in response, dropping his grip on your wrist so he could shove his hands into his pockets. "Just keep up, alright? I don't want to wait for your slow ass."

With that, the blonde walked out of the dorms, and you were quick to follow.

For those twenty minutes, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how quiet the walk to the store was. Normally, Bakugo was yelling at someone for one reason or another. Whether it was because they were stupid, slow, or a bunch of other reasons that seemed to only make sense in his head, he was never silent.

But, currently, it was different. Bakugo wasn't talking, or yelling, or grumbling, or doing any of the things he normally does. He wasn't even walking fast, keeping his pace slow just enough so you could keep up.

He didn’t have a scowl on his face, either. He wasn’t smiling, of course, which would actually terrify you if he was, but there also wasn’t a sign of irritation or anger on his face.

In fact, he was the most relaxed you had ever seen him, his muscles not as tense as usual, and his posture was straight, yet not rigid. And his crimson eyes seemed to have a hint of softness in them, something that you had never noticed before.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized that the two of you had arrived at the store until the ash-blonde had started walking through the automatic doors, not waiting for you to catch up.

Shaking your head, you hurried inside, quickly scanning the store for a sign that pointed to the aisle where the ramen packets were. Bakugo was a couple of feet ahead of you, with a look of indifference on his face as he followed the sign. However, he stopped once he reached the right aisle and turned around to look at you.

"Hurry it up, nerd," he growled, his impatience getting the better of him.

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face. "I'm going, I'm going."

Bakugo didn't say anything as he turned back around and started walking through the aisles, and you were hot on his heels. Believe it or not, you were on a side mission, determined to not just grab the ramen for him.

He got distracted, and the two of you weren't in a hurry, so you went around and grabbed a few things that you knew your classmates had mentioned wanting. If you were going to take the time to go to the store, you might as well make it count.

After a few minutes, you ran into Bakugo, who had his arms full of different flavors of the ramen brand he liked. He took one singular glance at the contents of your basket and rolled his eyes.

"The hell are you getting all that shit for? I ain’t helping you carry anything."

"Well," you huffed, a pout on your face. He seemed to realize you were about to give him an entire speech because he immediately let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard from him and began walking away.

You didn't care, though, and continued speaking, following him around the store.

"Well, I was just going to get the ramen and be done with it, but then I ran into Mina, who told me she was craving some 'chocolatey goodness,' which are her words, not mine," you explained, pulling out the package of chocolate-covered strawberries.

"Anyway, so, then I ran into Kirishima, who was complaining that there were no manly snacks in the pantry, and the last of his protein bars were eaten the other day, ironically also by Kaminari," you added, showing him the small box of protein bars. "So, I figured I'd get him some more and make sure Kaminari has his own snacks."

Bakugo groaned once more, still refusing to look at you. And, again, you ignored him and kept speaking.

"Also, Sero wanted more chips, and Koda was asking for some extra treats for the animals," you continued, showing him the chips and animal treats. "I didn't run into Midoriya, but he’s been awfully kind with his notes, so I'm pretty sure he would appreciate some gummies and pocky."

"Alright, I get it," Bakugo grumbled, a grimace on his face.

"Mineta also asked if I could grab him a new bag of limes, but I figured, after that little stunt he pulled in the changing room, that he doesn't deserve to have his gross habits indulged." You scoffed, trying to make a dramatic gesture but failing, given the items in your arms.

Bakugo paused in the middle of the aisle, turning around to finally face you, his arms still full. "You done?"

"Hey, you asked." You shrugged, a smile on your face. "I wasn't finished, though. Jiro wants more popcorn, Ojiro needs some more protein powder, Hagakure needs—"

"Is any of that shit even for you?" He cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you.

You pursed your lips and tilted your head. "No. Why?"

"You came all this way, wasting money on everyone else's crap, and didn't even think about grabbing shit for yourself?" He asked, his eyes narrowing further. "Are you stupid or something?"

"Um, well, no?" You answered although it came out as more of a question. "It's not a big deal. I was already going here, anyway."

Bakugo clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He walked forward and, without a word, dropped his armful of ramen onto your own. "Hold these."

Before you could protest, the ash-blonde walked past you and disappeared from view. Confused, you spun around and tried to follow him, but the sudden weight in your arms made it hard to move.

"Bakugo, wait up! I can't move!"

"Then stop moving, idiot." His voice was muffled by the shelves, and you couldn't tell where exactly he was. But, as if he had a sixth sense for things like this, Bakugo returned to the aisle, his arms full of random snack foods and drinks.

"What are you—"

"Shut up and follow me," he said, not letting you finish your sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp glare from the blonde made you close it.

Bakugo led you through the aisles and dropped the items onto the conveyor belt, much to the surprise of the cashier. The young girl didn't dare comment on the large pile of utter junk food, however, and merely rang it all up, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Once the total came up, you pulled out your wallet to hand the girl the money, not wanting Bakugo to waste any of his own money on you, but the blonde snatched the bills from your fingers before you could pay.

"Hey, what—"

"I said, shut up." He clicked his tongue and turned away, his back facing you. You could hear the rustle of his pockets as he fished out his own wallet, and you were quick to shake your head.

"Bakugo, the whole point of me coming here was so I could pay. You were the one who got his last packet stolen, so I was supposed to be paying for the new one, and—"

"Do you ever shut the hell up?" Bakugo interrupted, his voice gruff. He didn't turn around to face you, but his tone was enough for you to shut up. "I don't give a shit about the money. It's my own damn fault for letting that dunce face near my food, anyway."

"But—"

"And it's not like I need the money," he added, pulling a couple of bills from his wallet and handing them to the cashier. "My parents are loaded. It's not a big deal."

Way to show off, Blasty.

But you knew better than to say that. Instead, you closed your mouth, your eyes softening. It didn't make sense to you, though, because not only was he buying his own replacement ramen, but he was also buying an abundance of junk food, which, while tasty, wasn't for him or you.

It's always about repaying the favor with him, but this was just... unnecessary.

"Thank you," you said instead, knowing that he would only get irritated if you kept protesting. "That was... unexpectedly nice of you."

"Don't make a big deal out of it," he grumbled, picking up a few of the bags. He handed them to you, and you struggled to balance the weight, but you didn't complain. "It was your fault for being too damn nice."

You blinked, not sure if you were supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult. Either way, you didn't say anything and merely nodded. Bakugo didn't spare you a second glance as he grabbed the rest of the bags and began walking toward the exit.

"You coming, or what?" He called out, not looking back at you.

A smile grew on your face, and despite him not even looking at you, something told you he could sense the happiness radiating from you. You hurried forward, struggling a bit to balance the bags in your arms and keep up with Mr. Grumps, but the smile didn't leave your face.

"So... does this mean we're friends now?"

"The hell? No!"

"I think we are, Blasty."

"Don't call me that." He narrowed his eyes at you, but you merely giggled.

"Would you rather it be Kacchan? Kaminari's been using that one a lot lately."

"Call me that, and I'll blast you into the fucking sun."

"Blasty it shall be, then."

Needless to say, the walk back to the dorms was the complete opposite of the walk to the store. But, just as the silence between the two of you was comfortable then, the bickering and teasing and overall playful nature of the conversation was comfortable now.

Bakugo would never admit it, and you knew better than to ask, but he didn't have a problem with the nickname or the new friendship that blossomed between the two of you.

And you didn't have a problem, either.

[buckyalpine]

You need Bucky’s cuddles

Bucky x civilian reader

Some angst with all the fluff

You needed cuddles. It was one of those days. Nothing was particularly wrong, you just needed to be held. Specifically by a certain super soldier. Bucky had been away on missions for the past 2 months, only staying home for a few days in between to recover before he was sent off again, leaving you alone in the large compound. Tony had been more than welcoming, happy to let you live with Bucky where you'd be safest.

You'd waited all day for him to get home so you could jump into his arms and snuggle up against his chest, desperate for his warmth. The low rumble of the jet had you running off to the hangar, your feet moving faster than you could comprehend as soon as the doors opened.

"Hi sweetheart" Bucky's voice was muffled as he kissed the top of your head, catching you with ease, chuckling at the way you practically crawled up him, your legs wrapping around his waist. "My pretty girl"

"Missed you" You kept your face tucked against his neck, breathing in his scent, sighing in relief at the fact that he had no injures. You wanted nothing more than to drag Bucky up to your shared bedroom and slip under the covers for some desperate cuddle time, but instead you found yourself being set back down on your feet.

"Missed you too sweets butI gotta finish up some stuff with Steve and I'll see you soon okay?"

Your reunion was short lived as he jogged off behind the captain, both men disappearing around the corner seconds later, leaving you alone again. Your heart sunk as you made your way back inside, shaking off the uneasiness you felt.

Cuddles. You just wanted some cuddles.

But his job was to save lives, keep the world safe and you were just a civilian. Nothing you did compared the the danger he put himself through on a daily basis, you had no right to burden him by being clingy and annoying, no matter how much you missed him.

You decided to busy yourself by making a snack for the both of you, placing his share on a plate for when his was finished while you ate at the kitchen island. You didn't want to bother Bucky by being overly clingy, glancing at the clock every so often, hoping he'd come down soon. You made your way up to see if Bucky wanted to eat anything, stopping when the sound of booming laughter coming from the conference room caught you off guard.

"Bucky?" You stopped by the conference room where the Sharon, Sam, Steve and Bucky sat, papers scattered across the table though it didn't seem like they were particularly busy, all washed and changed into comfy clothes.

"Hey doll, be done in a bit" Bucky smiled while the others greeted you, going back to looking over their mission report.

"Just wondered if you were hungry" You placed a sandwich and some cookies in front of him, hoping he'd take a break and hang out with you for a bit but instead he thanked you with a kiss to your hand.

You left the group to their task, putting on a movie n your bedroom to pass the time, still glancing over at the clock as minutes had turned into an hour.

Then two.

You found yourself holding onto his pillow, your throat oddly tight as if you were fighting against your body's attempt to release all your pent up emotions.

You needed your boyfriend.

You weren't sure why. You missed him so much and the gnawing anxiety you had been feeling all day kept growing with each second he wasn't there to make you feel better.

You felt awful because you had no reason to feel this way yet it only seemed to get worse. Around dinner time, you didn't bother going down, dragging yourself out of bed to change into your pjs and trudging down the hall in hopes that the team would be wrapping up.

It wasn't uncommon for post mission meetings to take a full today but surely they could excuse Bucky from this one at least for a little while. The scent of take out carried down the hall making you stomach rumble sending your emotions tumbling down further. You hesitantly stepped into the room where they were still gathered.

"Will you come to bed soon?" You asked hopefully, shuffling on your feet while Bucky set down the papers he was skimming over. Steve and Sam looked over at you with apologetic smiles while Sharon walked over with a tray of coffee cups.

"I'm a little busy y/n, I'll come up soon, alright?" Bucky glanced over his shoulder to where you stood with your soft pjs and fluffy slippers, not catching the way your face fell as he grabbed a mug and hummed, "we still have to go over a bit more of today's footage, give me about an hour"

"You'll come in an hour?" Your bottom lip jutted out slightly, unable to control the tiny pout that made its way to your face.

"Promise love, an hour and not a minute longer, wait up for me okay?"

"Alright" You kissed his cheek before bidding the rest of them good night, ignoring the way your chest felt tight, not having the guts to tell your boyfriend that you needed him right then and there. You curled up under the sheets, tossing and turning, the bed feeling entirely too empty when you knew he was home, the faint light of the clock staring at you in the face.

You waited and waited, the lonely feeling settling deeper in the pit of your stomach as one hour turned into two. You could hear the sound of laugher from the conference room again as more time passed.

He wasn't coming.

****

Bucky hadn't noticed the time as he chuckled over a video of Sam falling out of the air, snorting each time Sharon replayed it. As soon as the mission was over, he wanted nothing more than to spend the day with you but he figured it would be best to get the mission reports out of the way first. Nothing made him happier than being home, especially when the first thing he saw was your happy face.

He munched on a fortuned cookie, scribbling down his signature on the last few sheets of paper, getting up and stretching before glancing over at the clock, his eyes growing wide when he saw the time.

Shit.

****

Hot tears started to trickles across the side of your face and onto the pillow, no longer contained by your rapid blinking. You froze at the sound of the door creaking open, the faint light from the hall pouring into the room making you bury yourself into the sheets further.

"Doll?" Bucky quietly shut the door behind him, his heart sinking at the sight of the little ball wrapped up under a heap of blankets, the sound of your muffled sniffles breaking his heart further.

"Oh angel" He strode over, slipping under the covers to wrap his arm around you, your tear stained face stayed pressed against the pillow, your arms wrapped around yourself with how badly you wanted to be held. "What's wrong love"

"M-missed you. Just wanted cuddles" Your voice came out a strained whimper, melting into a sob when he pulled you into his chest, stroking up and down your back. "Missed you so much"

"M'sorry love, I'm so so sorry" Bucky cooed, feeling more guilty and awful than ever for neglecting you and not paying attention to the time, squeezing you to his body as if you'd disappear if he let go. "M'here babygirl"

"I didn't want to bother you" You hiccupped while Bucky hushed you, shaking his head, blinking back is own tears as he kissed your dampened cheeks, before cradling your head to his chest again, the steady beat of his heart calming you down.

"Never, you'd never bother me angel, you're my priority, you always come first" Bucky's voice grew shaky, the realization of how much he missed you as well hitting him all at once, feeling the soft warmth of your body against his, the scent of your shampoo, the feeling of being home. "You deserve all the cuddles my sweet little bunny, all the cuddles in the world"

You whimpered while Bucky slipped his hoodie off, letting you rest against his bare skin, holding you securely. He frowned at the sound of your tummy rumbling, pulling away making you whine, his fingers tilting your chin to meet his eyes.

"Did you eat dinner baby?"

"I was waiting for you" You whispered while Bucky internally smacked himself, he had half a mind of letting Steve use him for training instead of their industrial punching bag. The blonde would certain be on board if he found out.

"Come here my love, let me make you dinner" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, carrying you down to the kitchen where he set you onto the counters before quickly putting together his ma's pasta recipe, one of the few meals you'd live off of. He plated a bowl and taking you right back upstairs where he fed you while keeping you tucked in his lap, kissing you between giving you bites.

"Promise you'll drag me out by the ear next time baby, I'd drop everything in a heart beat for you" Bucky cupped your face in his hands after you'd finished eating, still feeling immensely guilty, especially when you asked for so little. " Especially when you want cuddles?"

"You'll cuddle me any time?" you asked curiously while he chuckled, pulling the sheets to cover you both, once again hugging you close to his body, this time the both of you shirtless, bare skin pressed against each other.

"Any time love. Could be in the middle of a mission, I'll find us an secret place to snuggle"

"Any time?"

He turned off the alarm that was already set to wake him up for training, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.

"Any time"

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Period Drabble; LADS

Word count; 1,267

Warnings; mention of periods, slight stereotypes like mood swings and etc, fluff

Notes; So, since mine just started, I thought I'd just do a little drabble. They're not the best to be honest, but I just wanted to post something and it seems cute/fluffy enough! Periods are only vaguely mentioned in Rafayel's, but I think it still works.

One of Zayne's secret times also inspired me, they all have at least one period related secret time– which I find really sweet. Zayne's mentioned the raspberry tea and the massage, which I actually did for a bit today and it 100% helped. At least, for a little bit before I woke up enough to take some tylenol.

Anyway! I hope you enjoy, it's rather short and I didn't proof-read at all, but it'll be fine since it's a just drabble. I have a few more drabble ideas, but this one was more of a random idea so apologizes that it's not formatted well!

Xavier

“Are you alright? Sorry– shouldn't have asked that.” Xavier immediately retracts his question whenever your head whips around to look at him. 

You were curled up in a ball, sitting on the floor, and trying to slowly breathe until your pain medication kicks in. 

The first few days of your period were always rough. The pain akin to…Well, it was hard to describe. It definitely hurt though, that's for sure. 

“I'll be right back.” Xavier pats your head as he steps past you, but you wrap your arms around his leg. “Where are you going?” You couldn't tell that you were being clingy nor did you notice that your mood swings were all over the place. You honestly thought you were acting as normal as ever. 

“I'm going to the store, okay?” He chuckles, kneeling down to remove your hands from his leg. He holds both of them in-between his and dips his head down to place a small kiss on your knuckles. “I'll be back in a flash. You'll never even realize I left.” 

Disappointment bubbles in your chest and you let out a sigh, but nod your head. “Okay…” you didn't exactly want to be alone, but if Xavier needed to leave for a moment, you didn't want to bother him and make him stay. 

And indeed, Xavier was back very soon. In record time. 

He re-enters the apartment, seemingly out of breath, but the moment you look at him, he stands up straight. He has a plastic bag in his hands as he walks over to you. 

He kneels back down next to you and starts sifting through the bag. “I got some chocolate…I didn't know what kind you liked so I got regular, white, dark, and mint.” As he sets them down on the coffee table, you quickly grab your favourite to open it up. 

You start eating as Xavier continues with a chuckle, “I got a heating pad, some chamomile tea, some raspberries…” 

“You didn't have to get all of this…” You say, but you can't hide the smile on your lips. While he really didn't need to do all of this, you did appreciate it. A lot. 

“Oh, I also looked up some massages that can relieve cramps. I could do those for you later, if you want?” 

Rafayel 

“Hey– stop throwing brushes at me!” Rafayel huffs with a hand on his hip. “I'm sorry I got some paint on you.” 

You pause mid-throw and raise a brow, “I told you I wasn't in the mood to play around.” A thick purple line of dried paint decorates your cheek. 

“And I just apologized for that!” Rafayel throws his hands up in the air before he walks over to grab a washcloth. He wets it and heads back over to you. “Truce?” 

“I–” you sigh before shaking your head. “Fine. I guess I'm sorry too.” 

The purple-haired man chuckles as he tilts your chin up with a finger. “Look, if I knew you were on your period, I wouldn't have done that. Seriously, do I look like I want to die today?” He gently wipes your cheek with the wet cloth. 

“I'll help you clean up your brushes.” You reluctantly say, a little embarrassed at your overreaction, but you did tell him you didn't want to play around today. 

“I have a better idea.” Rafayel tosses the washcloth onto the table once he's done and picks up a lone paint brush from the floor. “Here. Paint on me.” 

“Huh?” 

“You can paint on me to your heart's content and until you feel better.” He curls your fingers around the brush and then gives you a small smile. “After that, we can make something to eat. I picked up a few boxes of cake mix, so we can bake one together.” 

Sylus 

“Sylus–” 

“It's fine, sweetie. I just threw the bedsheets in the wash, along with your clothes.” The taller man says as he walks back into the room. 

You sat, curled up against the headboard of the naked bed, with your head buried into your knees. 

“I don't see why you're embarrassed over it. A period is a normal thing.” Sylus shrugs as he sits down on the bed, patting the mattress so you'd move to sit next to him. “I sent the twins out to go procure some pads, tampons, and whatever else you might need. It's a shame the N109 Zone doesn't sell any of it…I might have to fix that.” He hums. 

You sigh and slowly move to sit next to Sylus, doing your best not to move too much. “It's a normal thing, yes, but it's embarrassing to wake up and have…blood all over the bed.” 

“You should be glad it's only your period. I would've thought you were dying otherwise.” The white-haired man laughs before handing you a bottle of pills. “It's the only pain medication we have around here. If you can't take it, I'll have Mephisto go out and get some more.” 

“Stop talking about it.” You hide your face in your hands. 

“Alright, I'm sorry, kitten. Just take your medicine before the pain kicks in. I'll go make you some tea.” He pats your hand but, as he goes to stand up, you feel your body jerk forward. 

“Sylus–” you bite back your anger, momentarily thinking that he was dragging you by the wrist, but when you look down you realize your wrists were connected with that annoying red light. “Seriously?” Why now of all times?

“It seems like you really didn't want me to leave you alone.” Sylus muses with a raised brow before he carefully picks you up. “I'll have to make your tea like this then.” 

“Hey–” 

“Would you rather I drag you around? I really don't want to piss you off. I think I'd actually fear for my life if I did.” 

Zayne 

“Don't get up.” You hear Zayne whisper and the bed shifts as the older man moves to get up. “I'll go make you some raspberry tea for your cramps.”

“Zayne…” Your hand pats against the bed, searching for him and you hear him sigh, his hand resting on top of yours. 

“I'll be right back, snow angel.”

“Let me help you sit up.” Zayne places the mug of hot tea on the bedside table, his hand moving to rest against your back as he aids you in sitting up. “Is the pain too bad? I'd hate for you to rely on medication, but if it's hurting too much, I can get some for you.” 

“It's not…too bad right now.” But your facial expression betrays you as a sharp pain floods through your lower abdomen. 

“Here.” Zayne lifts a spoon from the tea, blowing on it to cool it off, and lifts the spoon to your lips. “These raspberries should help with your cramps.” 

After you drink some more of the tea, Zayne gets back in bed next to you. His chest against your back and his hands rest slightly under your stomach. 

“Sleep for a little while longer…I'll keep massaging here, so you won't be in pain while you sleep.” The black haired man places a soft kiss on your head. 

His fingers gently push down on your lower abdomen, moving in a slow, circular motion. 

It felt…soothing. It was also surprisingly taking the pain away, but that could also be from the tea. 

“Do you have work today?” You tiredly ask, a yawn escaping from your lips and you feel Zayne shake his head. 

“I'm taking off. A certain patient requires all of my attention, at least for today."

[holdmytesseract]

Mother Knows Best

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Frigga

Summary: Loki is quite a bit uncertain and afraid of becoming a father - but luckily his mother is here to soothe his worries. After all, mother knows best, right?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sweet Loki and Frigga moments, Loki being a mama's boy and very protective, pregnancy things

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Finally some Baby Fever again, yaay! 🤗 To write this sweet, lil' story has been on my mind for a long time... I hope y'all enjoy it!

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °���• Masterlist

divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

"Darling?" Loki opened slowly the door of the meeting room in which you were going to give a lecture in about twenty minutes for a few SHIELD agents.

"Come in!" You called out to your husband; allowing him to enter the small room.

Loki found you currently connecting your laptop to the projector hanging on the ceiling. He smiled watching you work and decided to step closer.

"Hey, babe!" Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes lit up when you met his gaze.

Those irises are shining even more now, Loki noticed; his mind immediately connecting it to the famous pregnancy glow. The mere thought caused his heart to skip a beat. Twelve weeks in and he still quite couldn't believe it.

"Hello, my love." The god reciprocated your radiating smile and passed by the huge table in order to get to you.

Greeting you with a lingering kiss, you welcomed him with open arms; crossing your hands behind his neck.

"And you, babe? Off to visit your parents?" Loki smiled; confirming your suggestion with a nod. "Well, rather my mother, since my father will most likely be busy as always - but indeed. I'm going to Asgard now. Is that alright, my love? Are you getting along... alone?" "Sure. I am almost done preparing and-" "That's not what I meant, Y/N," your husband interrupted you; slight worry reflecting on his face. One of his hands travelled to rest on the tiny baby bump, which became clearly visible mere two days ago. Concerned blue eyes looking from your face to the bump and back.

"Getting ready for your lecture?" He asked; hands landing on your hips; thumbs immediately starting to rub soft circles into your clothed skin.

You nodded and buried your hands in his raven locks. "Mhm. I hope the technology is working properly this time." You let out a small laugh. "Fingers crossed that it will work." Loki chuckled and leaned against the white, wooden table; pulling you softly with him, so that you came to stand between his spread legs.

"I hope it is showing you some mercy today." You nodded, "Would be favourable, yup." and paused for a moment to just admire the stunningly handsome man in front of you. His raven hair was wild and free; falling in gentle waves over his broad shoulders. Loki was wearing a traditional green, gold and black Asgardian tunic. You loved it when he wore the clothes of his home.

Your husband gave you a last look, before he vanished in the familiar rainbow light of the Bifrost.

"I know," You winked at him and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his for another kiss. "We're good, I promise. Please, go and visit your parents." "Are you really sure, my love?" You gave him a nod and smile. "To 100 per cent. You wanted to visit them since two months..." He swallowed - and you could see that a bit of guilt flashed in his eyes. "Yes, but... I-I couldn't leave you alone. You know I didn't want to. Not until you passed the first critical twelve weeks-" "Which I did today," you interrupted him; taking his free hand in yours and placing the other on top of his, which was still splayed over your stomach.

"Go, babe. I'm sure Frigga is dying to enfold her youngest son in her arms." Loki nodded; gave you a soft smile and a kiss. "I'll see you later. Call Heimdall if something is wrong. He can send me straight back." You smiled; squeezing his hand, before you let go. "Noted, babe. See you later - and please greet your parents from me." Loki walked to the open space at the back of the room, "Definitely, my love." and looked up to the ceiling. "Heimdall? Please take me home!"

"Thank you, Heimdall. I appreciate this very much." The man in golden armour gave Loki a small bow. "I informed the king and queen of your arrival. You are awaited." He gave him a nod in order to thank him and made his way towards the royal palace.

The first thing Loki did, when his feet touched Asgardian ground, was to straighten his tunic and run a hand through his long curls. He didn't want to look dishevelled when meeting his parents. He was a prince after all...

"Welcome home, my prince." Heimdall greeted Loki; giving him a nod. "Thank you, Heimdall. It's been quite a long time... Great to be back." "Indeed..." Heimdall started to smile. "But you had your reasons. Lady Y/N has probably already conveyed my greetings, but... Congratulations, again, my prince." Loki couldn't help but smile; grateful that he got along with the Gatekeeper so well by now - which certainly had not always been the case.

Once the younger prince of Asgard arrived at the gates of the palace, he already saw his mother waiting for him; a big smile displayed on her face. "Loki..." She welcomed her son with open arms. The god smiled; his heart sloshing over with love. "Mother."

Frigga immediately pulled him into a tight hug - and not letting go again. "Congratulations, my son - from the bottom of my very heart. I'm so, so proud of you. Of the wonderful man you became."

The god had a hard time to hold back his tears - but he couldn't. Neither could Frigga.

"I love you, mother."

"Thank you, mother," he choked out; hot, salty liquid dripping from his chin and soaking the fabric of Frigga's dress.

He felt how the queen started to shake her head, before she backed up a bit, in order to cup her son's cheeks. She wiped his tears away with her thumbs; staring into his matching blue eyes. The Allmother smiled; still seeing the little boy Loki once was standing in front of her.

"No, Loki... You don't have to thank me. You did this. You made all this on your own." The god smiled through his tears and pulled her into another hug.

Frigga buried a hand in his locks; squeezing his tall body. "I love you, too, son."

"How is Y/N doing?" Frigga continued to speak after a few steps. "Everything alright with her and the baby?" Loki nodded quickly. "Yes, yes. She and the baby are doing well." "That is reassuring to hear."

After the heartily reunion of mother and son, Frigga took her son on a little walk through the nature of Asgard.

"Where's father?" Loki asked, while strolling alongside Frigga down the forest path with her arm looped through his. "He's joining us later," Frigga answered and gave her son a little mischievous smile. "I allowed myself to take a selfish moment alone with you." He couldn't help but chuckle.

Another few steps passed in silence, until a small giggle slipped past the Allmother's lips. "I still can't believe that my littlest boy is going to become a father soon." Loki responded with a light-headed chuckle of his own. "Me neither, mother. It... It's still quite overwhelming from time to time. Especially now since Y/N is starting to show. I-"

Once again, he had to fight the tears.

He sighed; knowing that he wasn't able to hide anything from his mother. "I... I am excited, yes. But I am also so afraid. What if I am... A bad father? What if I can't be the person this child needs me to be? What if I fail, mother?" Frigga immediately stopped in her movements; causing Loki to stop, too. "Loki..." She took his hands. "You will not fail." "What makes you think that? Why are you so certain of this? Failing is in my nature, I-" The Allmother smiled; interrupting her child once more. "It's not. You did not fail your probation." Loki blinked. "You did not fail the beautiful relationship you have with your wife." "Y-Yes, but..." Frigga squeezed his hands. "No buts, son. You won't fail. You're going to be the best father. Your heart and the love you will feel for this small creature is going to guide you, believe me."

"I-I'm so incredibly happy." Frigga smiled. "And it shows, son. You have all the right to be happy. You deserve it and yet... I feel something overshadowing your happiness. What is it?"

The god's eyes widened at his mother's words. How in all the nine realms was she able to- "Motherly instinct, sweetheart. You'll know what I'm talking about as soon as you hold your very own child in your arms. Tell me." "M-Mother, I-" "Nuh.Uh," she interrupted him immediately again. "Loki, when are you finally going to understand that lying to me will never work? You may be able to trick all the others around you... But not me."

Loki’s features softened. "Truly?" "Yes. I know this is frightening and a big change, but... Don't let your fears overshadow your happiness. You've grown, sweetheart. You're stronger and wiser - and you have a wonderful lady by your side."

The god smiled; letting his mother's words sink in.

Loki nodded; letting go of Frigga and gestured towards the little path. "After you."

"Thank you. I really hope you're right." Frigga lifted a hand to cup his cheek. "I know I'll be right. I can feel it." Loki turned his head to place a soft kiss on her wrist.

The goddess smiled. "Let's head back to the palace, shall we? I bet your father is already awaiting us."

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[romanarose]

oooo I got a worst Logan blurb for you if that’s okay. But Logan with a new girlfriend that treats him like he’s her absolute world. Like maybe they’ve been dating for a few months, enough for it to be serious, and they’re both involved in each other’s lives pretty significantly. But she just really cares for him, genuinely, and not to overwhelm him, but he’s the background on her phone, and she’ll put him first compared to other important things in her life. Just super sweet and fluff. Feel free to change anything, thank you

Absolutly!!! I love this Idea!!!!

Whole World

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Logan loved coming home. Even better, he loved having a home to come to in the first place, and he loved his girlfriend that was so freshly living with him that her boxes were still unpacked, and several heavy ones were still in his truck bed.

Logan calls your name, and within a second he hears the pitter patter of your feet running, scampering down the stares and around the corner.

"LOGAN!!!" You're face brightens immidiatly and so does his day. You looked so cute, little blue jeans peaking out from under a big shirt, and mismatched goofy socks on your feet. You run to him, and Logan doesn't hesitate to pick your up and spin you around.

"Heya baby, how was your day?" He asks when he settles down, staying carrying you. Your legs lock around his waste as he takes you to the kitchen.

He sets you down on the counter. "Good! Got a lot unpacked, Sorry, I meant to have dinner ready." You pout, but he just chuckles, reaching around you to turn on the oven.

"You were busy, don't be sorry. Besides, I can cook too."

"You're making frozen pizza, aren't you?"

"Always." He grabs a pop tart packet.

You whine a little. "You need real food! You work hard."

"So do you, baby." Logan plops the pop tart in your mouth. "Now, talk to me while I 'Cook.' Been wait'n all day to hear your voice."

So you did. As the pizza cooked you watched as he nailed some pictures to the walls, nodding his head and occasionally making little comments, even as you caught him up on the newest episode of the bachelorette.

"I can't believe Tyler did that." He played along with your chatter. He was really so perfect. Your loving man did so much for you, he was your everything. He worked hard, did all the silly romance stuff like buy you flowers and you liked to think you returned the favor. Logan came before everything else, not that he asked for it. He asked for so little, and sometimes it hurt your heart that he didn't ask for more. Did he not understand he deserved the whole world?

After dinner, you guys go outside for a peaceful evening of some yard work. You wanted a garden, so Logan had been working o tearing up some of the lawn and creating a border. Meanwhile, you weeded the backyard, the two of you just listening to music together. When Logan takes off his shirt, you stare at him, hard. Tense, rippling muscles dripping with sweat, moving and flexing all for you. He deserved a treat.

"I'm gonna head inside, Lo."

"Okay baby, I'll be inside in a few, gonna get this section done."

You knew he'd say that. Gave you the perfect opportunity.

15 minutes later when Logan trudged upstairs, he called your name. "Where'ya at?"

"In here!" You call from the bathroom. When Logan entered, he found you in there, grinning up at him. The bathroom was dark except for the scented candles, gentle music playing.

Logan smiles down at you. "Whatcha planning here, bub?"

You rock on your heals. "I was thinking... you worked so hard today... maybe I give you a nice relaxing bath... I can wash you, if you let me..."

His perfect girl, so eager to please, Logan takes you into his arms, kissing the top of you're head. "Only if you join me?"

So you did. You got in the tub with him, dropping some lavender oils in but not to much to overwhelm his nose, and washed him with your loofa. You even take your exfoliater and scrub him down, even massages his feet. Logan had installed a detachable shower head, so you straddled his hips and even washed his hair. While letting the conditioner you insisted on work on his dark locks, you simply rest on his chest in a hug. He was so touch starved, you knew, years of isolation until he met Wade, but you were going to make up for that. Your were going to make up for every day he felt alone. Logan's hands cupped the water, drawing it up your back where it trickles down again, keeping you warm.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Logan mumbled into your ear.

"Hmmmm.... mid." You joke, but Logan wasn't taking it. He pulled you back, cupping your face and looking directly in your eyes.

"Not funny." Logan admonishes. "I want you to say it. Say, I'm perfect."

You knew better than to argue with him. So, you just smile. "I'm perfect. Your turn."

Logan chuckles. "Good girl. I'm perfect. You happy?"

You rest on his chest again. "Very."

[ericshoney]

Quen's Sister ~ Chris Sturniolo

Summary: When Quen does her video with the Sturniolo triplets, you always appear as a special guest. Chris finds you funny and asks for your number.

Warnings: swearing, flirting, rizz chat 😅, chaos, fluff

a/n: never thought i'd put rizz chat in my stories 😂

Based off these requests

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Today Quen was recording another video about feeding starving influencers. You loved the idea and often appeared as a special guest in each video. You were two years younger than your sister and were well known amongst her fandom, as you appeared in her videos, TikToks and occasionally did your own.

You sat on the sofa, waiting for whoever was turning up. Yeah, Quen hadn't told you who she was collabing with today. But she did say you knew them. You originally thought maybe Larray was coming over again, but she said it wasn't him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Quen shouted for you to open it as she set up some cameras. You laughed and went to the door, opening it to see the Sturniolo triplets.

"Hey!" You called, making the three smile.

"Hey Y/n, right?" Nick called.

"Yeah. Quen's in the kitchen." You replied, opening the door so they could walk in.

The three smiled as they came in and went to greet Quen. She said her hellos and then looked to you.

"Surprise." She said, making you laugh.

"What's a surprise?" Matt asked.

"Y/n's watched your videos for years, it was her idea for you to come today." Quen answered.

"Oh cool! Chris watches your TikTok's." Nick replied.

"Nick!" Chris shouted, slapping his brother on the shoulder.

You smiled and laughed softly. Quen smiled but didn't say anything.

"Shall we start?" Quen suggested.

They guys nodded as they started recording an intro. You then joined in as the regular special guest. You jumped in and cheered loudly making the group laugh. Quen then started to talk about what you were cooking, which you learned was Matt's suggestion.

When you all started cooking, you asked the guys various questions. That being your main part in the video.

"So what's the hardest part in working together?" You asked.

"Mainly just all being together for ideas, like merch drops. Like I'll get a message I need to share with Nick and Matt, but Nick might be in the shower or Matt is out." Chris answered.

"That makes sense, but even with all the silly arguments you have, it either over french toast, pancakes or waffles, it must be fun filming with your brothers." You replied.

The guys laughed, Nick groaning slightly, as Quen looked a bit confused. You said you would show her the video later.

"Can I ask you a question?" Chris asked.

"You just did, but go ahead." You replied.

"Kid throwing the bad jokes in there." Matt said with a laugh.

"When did you start watching our videos?" Chris asked.

"Well as Quen said earlier. Years. Probably just after you started posting on YouTube." You answered.

"Damn okay! OG fan!" Chris exclaimed.

You smiled as they continued cooking. You watched a bit and couldn't help but laugh as Matt screamed at Miso who walked in to see what was going on.

"Hi Miso." You cooed to the cat, she purred as she brushed up against her leg before wandering off again.

"Where is the rest of your body!" Nick shouted.

You then helped Matt with the pancakes, seeing it had turned out like a dough and not a batter. He was trying to read the box for any help.

"Dude it's not going to work, the damage is done." You said.

He laughed as Nick came over to help. You stepped back and saw Miso now on the counter and Chris fussing her.

"Miso doesn't like anyone." Quen mentioned.

"Really, she came up to me like this." He replied, mimicking what the cat did.

"It's probably because you didn't insult her body and haircut." You said, making him laugh loudly.

"I'm sorry your sister has a demogorgon as a fucking cat!" Nick shouted.

"Hey I just asked if the grooming was free." Matt said, putting his hands up.

You laughed as Miso ran off again. Chris smiled down at you, which sent butterflies to your stomach. You smiled back as he went to help Nick.

Quen then asked the guys some questions as you helped cut some of the potatoes. Quen started talking about fan edits and Matt's answer made you laugh loudly at how simple but honest it was.

"I get where he's coming from and I don't even fucking have as many fans as you all do." You said.

"You have a good following!" Chris cheered.

"Yeah I guess so. But I love just scrolling through TikTok and finding funny videos." You responded.

"Some of them are fucking weird." Quen said.

You laughed and pulled out your phone and showed the guys one of your favourite TikTok's. The three laughed as Quen shook her head.

"Can I get your number?" Chris then blurted out.

Quen, Matt and Nick fell quiet as they shared a look. You smiled and took Chris' phone and put your number in it before saving his in yours.

"Was that rizz chat?" He asked, before bursting out laughing.

You all laughed too the kitchen becoming even more chaotic. All of you joked about rizz and how kids these days were brain rot.

A while later, with many more jokes, teasing and some decent cooking, you all had a plate full of food. You dug in, happily eating and praised the guys cooking skills before finally wrapping up the video.

"That was a fun video." Matt said.

"Yeah the fans are going to have so much fun." Nick added.

"Especially over your flirting." Quen added, pointing between you and Chris.

Neither of you said anything but shared a look, smiling wide at each other. The guys then said their goodbyes, Nick and Matt giving you a friendly hug.

"Do you um maybe wanna hang out sometime?" Chris then asked you.

"I'd love too." You said, smiling.

"Awesome. I'll text you." He replied, also smiling.

You said bye, hugging him as well, Nick and Matt dragging him out the door, which made you laugh. He waved as they got in the car and drove off. Quen gave you a knowing smile.

"You like Chris and he likes you." She said.

"Maybe." You said, sitting on the sofa and scrolling through your phone.

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[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ bella luna / caleb x reader

synopsis; spring cleaning season came around, and no one was better qualified than your favorite pilot when it came to helping you out. only, finding a guitar you bought some time ago unearthed memories and unspoken feelings.

🍎 pomme's notes - heavily inspired by (and referencing!) jason mraz's song bella luna!! i recommend listening to it as you read..

⋆ 2k words / fluff / fem reader / 2nd person

"Will you serenade me?"

With a coy expression plastered over your face, you push all your shame aside and directly ask him.

How did you even get in this situation though?

Last week, you asked Caleb to come visit you a bit since it'd been a while since you saw each other — the Fleet taking up so much of his precious time. You never outwardly admitted that you missed his cooking, his silly jokes, him, but you hoped that he could guess how you felt without words, just like old times. The truth is, though, you really did miss him. After the explosion, it felt like the time you spent with Caleb was never enough.

However, since your reunion in Skyhaven, you've had a hard time with your feelings towards him. Seeing Caleb after the incident made you feel relief, but some pieces of him were new to you. Whether it be his position as a colonel of the Farspace Fleet, his newly modified arm, or the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, something about him was unrecognizable — but he was still your Caleb.

Then why did your heart beat faster at every accidental touch, every single time you stared at his eyes?

Why did you find yourself laser focused on his lips, wondering how he'd taste?

The familiar ring of your doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts. You shake your head, trying to maintain your composure as you go open the door, not expecting Caleb until later tomorrow — you're safe still. Only you weren't, because familiar purple orbs stared at you with the twinkle you knew all too well.

Your eyes widened, "Caleb?? What are you doing here?"

He chuckled at your incredulous look, opening his arms wide for a hug.

"What? No greetings? And here I thought you had missed me, pips."

Feeling a blush creep on your face, you take a step into his embrace, hoping he wouldn't feel your cheeks getting warmer against his chest.

"Yeah, I missed my personal chef. I thought you had work today and were too busy with whatever the Fleet's up to? Don't tell me you're playing hooky, colonel."

"You're doubting my work ethic? I'll have you know being a colonel has its perks. Taking an extra day off being one of them."

You punch his chest softly after laughing with him and invite him inside. Your living room's in disarray, having pulled out everything stored in cabinets and in closets in order to pick what to keep and what to give away or throw out. Mountains of books on your coffee table, clothes laid on the couch, some papers on the floor. you really did need Caleb's help because this was quickly getting overwhelming to even look at.

Caleb whistles, clearly not expecting everything to be out in the open, and you give him an awkward smile.

"Help me please?"

With a sigh, he responds teasingly; "What would you even do without me?"

Elbowing him, you quip back. "A lot, I'll have you know. But I like having you around to clean up with me, dearest colonel. We should get started before the night falls."

And on your way you two went — going from cleaning up your documents, whether it be tax returns, hunter's association files, to your clothes, and then, your books.

Finally, you were done with the living room. Moving to your bedroom next, you groan at the sight of the pile of clothes waiting for your attention.

You jump on your bed, sighing dramatically,

"Caleb, I think this is the end. I'm going to die from overcleaning. It was an honour to have known you.."

He snorts in response, kneeling down and patting your head. Faking a sob, and wiping fake tears, he thanks you for the memories.

"She was so young! I can't believe the gods of cleaning took her away from me.. My poor pipsqueak..."

Upon hearing the last 3 words come out of his mouth, you flush. His pipsqueak? This one might actually send you to the grave. Shifting and squirming away from him, you cough and make up some excuse about how "The dead don't speak, Caleb", anything to get away from his gaze.

Did he even know just how much of an impact he had on you?

A gasp from Caleb pulls you out of your thoughts and you quickly raise your head, looking at what made him gasp like that. A guitar? Oh, right — the one you bought a while ago. Tara mentioned wanting to try a new hobby, and you let her influence you into finding a new one as well, and you settled on learning how to play the guitar. Only because it reminded you of Caleb, really.

He used to have his own acoustic guitar back in high school, and you'd sit on his bed while he practiced. You remember closing your eyes and listening to his soft humming and the thrums of the guitar — he'd learn your favorite songs and you would quietly sing along.

It was your favorite thing to do with him. Just you two and some songs against the world — untouchable. As long as he was by your side, thunderstorms would never reach you, and sunny days were always bound to bless you both.

Then the sound of the guitar slowly started filling up your quiet bedroom. The gusts of evening air blowing against your curtains, while Caleb tinkered and adjusted his hold on the instrument, transported you back to your high school days.

You ask hesitantly.

"Do you.. know how to play still?"

He nods without meeting your eyes. You watch his nimble fingers move like this was second nature to him, and you felt a bit jealous of the guitar. He would pat your head and hug you often, but that was the extent of the physical touch between you two. Sometimes, you wished he'd lace his fingers with yours and felt the warmth of his palm.

"Never forgot. You liked it when I played, so how could I forget?"

Now it was your turn to look at your own fingers, avoiding his gaze. Caleb grimaced a bit, his right hand not moving as smoothly as he'd like it to, but it would do. Before he could think of something to say, you spoke.

"Will you serenade me?"

Shame be damned. Pride be damned. The nostalgia and yearning you feel towards him right now was too much to bear, and you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. When he didn't respond, you started stammering, trying to find the words to backtrack — to pretend like you never asked him to serenade you.

But instead, you hear his voice again.

"Sure, pretty girl."

Caleb now sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of your bed. He smiled at your demand, all while finalizing the tuning on the acoustic guitar. You turned pink at the pet name, but you quickly realized that he was also becoming more flushed.

"I can't exactly go play under your window right now, so hopefully, this is fine."

You nod eagerly in disbelief. To think he'd indulge your request this easily — that.. that meant something, right? Paying full attention now, he clears his throat and starts playing.

And singing.

God, you missed how his voice sounded. How intimate this was. He was mesmerizing. The two of you in the comfort of your bedroom  —  with the man you love, even if he didn't know that yet.

He raises his head, gazing straight at you with a look you'd recognize anywhere. A look of yearning. Of course you'd know — you had those same lovesick eyes when you'd think of him. This was more than just childhood best friends reminiscing about the past now.

Still looking at you, Caleb sings with more devotion in his voice now.

"May I suggest you get the best

For nothing less than you and I

Let's take a chance as this romance is rising

Oh, before we lose the lighting."

God, you were in love. There was no denying it, no repressing emotions anymore. Your heart felt like it was bursting at the seams, so full of Caleb. Thoughts of him, his smile, his eyes, his everything. You wanted it all — you loved all of him. No matter what the universe threw at him, no matter what the Fleet made him into, no matter what sins he committed. He was Caleb.

Your Caleb.

You didn't even realize you were getting closer and closer to him. His gravitational pull was too great, and you were caught, orbiting around him.

"You are an illuminating anchor of leagues too infinite in number

For crashing waves and breaking thunder

Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger."

His call from a few months back resonated in your mind. "You are the anchor tethering my soul", he said, as if it was the most natural thing he'd ever felt. And it might have been — for he, too, was your anchor, your guiding star.

How could you not notice just how much he adored you?

"Look, I'm just a singer, you're the world

All I can bring ya is the language of a lover."

Caleb's ears turned red upon singing the last word. He had wished — hell, he had prayed — for you to realize just how much he loved you.

How you were his world. How his very being depended on your existence. How loving you came to him as naturally as breathing.

How his eyes reflected your image, committing you to memory.

You were the only one who mattered to him. In this life and in the next one, it was always going to be you.

"Bella Luna

My beautiful, beautiful moon

How you swoon me like no other."

His only moon.

If Caleb was your Earth, then you were his moon. The object of his love. You orbited around him, and he admired you like a man in love, because he was. He was head over heels for you, doing anything to get you to look at him.

He learned how to play guitar for you. It was fun, sure, and he loved keeping his hands busy.

But no amount of fun was going to rival the way his heart's pace picked up when you looked at him like he picked the stars out of the sky and offered them to you on a silver platter.

Nothing could compare to your soft expressions and soft hums when he played for you.

As the song came to an end, you were laying mere centimeters away from him. Caleb raised his head to look at you, admiring just how beautiful you were. My pretty girl, he thought to himself, though you hadn't confirmed your feelings towards him yet. Reaching out to cup his cheek, you feel him nuzzling against your hand, smiling and asking,

"Serenaded you enough?"

And in response, you covered his eyes and leaned in. Where did this boldness come from? God knows, but you were so thankful for it. Pressing your lips against his own, you feel him melting into the kiss. His desperation, his love, his everything communicated to you through the warmth of his lips, and you could only wish he felt your love too.

After a minute or two, you don’t even know anymore, you reluctantly pull away — needing to breathe and to calm your poor heart. He opens his eyes, and he looks at you, oh so earnestly. With a small breathy laugh, he speaks.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes."

With a small laugh, you confirm it. "Yeah. Yeah, it does, silly. It's making me wish you'd serenade me forever, Caleb."

He hums, and gets up, sitting on the edge of your bed. Leaning in again, he kisses your forehead, then your eyes, your nose, and finally he presses another kiss to your lips.

“I'll serenade you until the end of time if you want me to. I'll love you forever, my beautiful moon.”

🍎 pomme's final notes - you know writing this made me realize i'd be a great lover like . pomme otome game character soon also I'M FREEEEE i love bella luna and jason mraz.. his discography is so calebcore....

also one of my caleb headcanons is that he's good at guitar and singing.. perfect man... (btw i tried no lowercase this time around!! let me know if you prefer it like this or if i should go back to lowercase🙏)

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

okay hi just a warning rq my autocorrect is off bc it autocorrected my friend’s name to fuckin malayalam on accident. i dont like autocorrect.

ANYWAY! ive been listening to my lovely olivia rodrigo lately, specifically her new song obsessed. i wanted to know if you could make a fic with Ethan x fem! reader where readers bitchy friend has this ex (Ethan) and she made him out to be a real dick. like, manipulating and everything.

reader eventually meets him and it turns out that she remembers… a lot about him considering her friend is a constant yapper and cant shut up about him. Ethan actually turns out to be a real cutie patootie and could literally never hurt anyone.

a few days later theyd meet again at some club or party maybe where they end up hitting it off… a little too well.. yeah so she ends up in his bed (smut part, very dom ethan plspls 😛😛). they could be talking about something really random and then reader brings up how her friend basically completely lied about him and said he was a piece of shit when he really wasnt. like a realllll fluffy end before a small cliffhanger thats never gonna get finished where her friend ends up finding out and texting her.

so sorry if thats too long or confusing idk but i actually love your work so much im lowkey your #1 fan. 😍😍😍

HELLO! I switched this up a little, I hope that's okay! 💕

Also, I fucking loved the 'leave it on a cliffhanger part that won't get finished' because WHY IS THAT WHAT I DO lmao

Obsessed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 1

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: Your friend told you horrible lies about her ex-boyfriend, and once you get to know him, you realize he's not the monster she made him out to be.

Contains: Mentions of a toxic relationship, Dom-ish cocky Ethan, rough-ish sex, oral - f receiving, p in v, fluff (If I missed anything, PLEASE let me know. I'm sleep deprived atm)

A/N: This was the one that pulled me out of my writers block, lmao. It's still not where I want it to be, but I'm TRYING. I'll try to post more this week, but I will be busy so bear with me haha.

You didn’t know Ethan Landry, but you knew you didn’t like him. He used to date one of your friends, and after hearing all the horrible things he’d said and done during their relationship, you thought he was really scummy.

They dated in high school and couldn’t get enough of each other, so they wanted to go to the same college. They broke up right before freshman year started, and after almost a year, she still talked about him every chance she got. She’d tell you how controlling he was. The things he’d call her when he was mad. How he cheated on her. You couldn’t believe that she stayed in the relationship for as long as she did, because she never had anything good to say, except that she loved him.

You’d seen pictures of him, and after walking into one of your classes at the start of the new semester, you saw him in person for the first time. He was so shy as he took his seat in the lecture hall, some of the girls making their little comments about the rumors they’d heard about him. He didn’t seem like the type that would do the things your friend said, but maybe he was just really good at playing innocent. All you knew was that you needed to keep your distance from him.

When you met up with your friend later that day for lunch, you didn’t know if you wanted to bring up Ethan being in the same class as you, but once she brought him up, you decided to tell her.

“Speaking of Ethan…I saw him today,” you said, before taking a bite of your food. Her face dropped as she looked at you.

“Where did you see him?” she questioned. You explained that you saw him in one of your new classes, and she rolled her eyes. “Can you believe he still tries to text me?”

“What I can’t believe is that you haven’t blocked him,” you said, “I know I’d hate to see someone that treated me like shit’s name pop up on my phone.”

She started to giggle as you curiously stared at her. “I have him saved in my phone as ‘Tall loser with a small dick’, so I laugh every time he does text me.”

“That’s not toxic at all,” you said, as you started to think about what she’d said. “Wait, he treated you as bad as he did and has a small dick? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“All he had going for him was that he was cute,” she said, “But seriously, if I were you, I’d stay away from him.”

“Oh, please. Like I’d even want to be near him.”

Your morning wasn’t going as expected. You slept through all of your alarms; you didn’t have time to stop for coffee. You didn’t think your day could get any worse, until you walked into class and noticed the only empty seat available was beside Ethan. You took a deep breath before you walked over and sat down. Once you reached into your backpack, you realized that your laptop wasn’t there. You were in such a hurry when you ran out of your dorm and didn’t even think to grab it.

“Shit,” you whispered, “I’m so stupid.”

“Here,” Ethan said, passing you a notebook and a pen. You curiously looked at him as he offered a weak smile. “I always keep an extra notebook, just in case.”

“Thanks,” you said, a half-smile playing on your lips.

Once class started, you were taking your notes, but you kept glancing over to Ethan. He was so focused on typing that he didn’t notice, but you couldn’t help but wonder if everything your friend told you was true. At that moment, he didn’t seem like a jerk. Then again, he had only spoken a handful of words to you.

Ethan was aware of all the things that were said about him. He hoped that after a few weeks it all would’ve blown over, but once you have an angry ex-girlfriend paint you as some horrible, emotionally abusive asshole, it’s hard to come back from that. He knew that it was best for him to just keep his head down until he was able to transfer to a different school, where no one knew who he was. He was miserable at Blackmore, and he really had no reason to stick around, aside from the few friends he’d made.

After class was over, you tore the pages of notes you’d taken from the notebook to give it back to Ethan.

“Thanks again,” you said, as you handed it back to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, shoving it back in his backpack. “I thought about just emailing you my notes, but I didn’t know if you’d want that.”

“You’re telling me I didn’t have to spend the last hour trying to write that fast?” you asked, as he flashed you a sweet, genuine smile. “Why wouldn’t someone want that?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because most people here hate me,” he said, sliding the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. “You’ve probably heard things about me.”

“Yeah…are they true?” you asked, as he shook his head.

“You’re the first person that’s asked me that. Everyone else just assumes everything is true,” he sighed, “But no, I’m not a bad person.”

You started to feel so guilty. You’d said plenty of bad things about him, but you only heard one side of the story. With your friends’ story changing so many times, getting more dramatic each time she told it, you were starting to realize that it was all bullshit. You still didn’t know exactly what happened, but you were curious to know what the truth was.

“You okay?” Ethan asked, noticing that you were lost in thought as you stood in front of him.

“I’m friends with your ex,” you said, as his smile slowly fell. “What’s the real story?”

He sat back down in his seat as the other students piled out of the room. You sat beside him as you waited for him to speak.

“I really loved her…but she was just so controlling. Then she cheated on me when she went to the beach with her family. I didn’t find out about that until right before we started college,” he said, looking over to you. “She was pissed that I broke up with her, then all these horrible things about me started going around.”

“That’s fucked up,” you said, as he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s still been trying to text me. I finally blocked her a few days ago.”

“Wait, she said you’ve been trying to text her,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your words.

“Her number’s been deleted from my phone for months. I have no interest in talking to her,” he said, “I know this must be weird for you since you are her friend, but I think it’s cool that you wanted to hear me out.”

“Well, I feel like I need to apologize…I’ve said some things about you that weren’t true.”

“She’s a good liar. She has almost the entire school hating me so it doesn’t surprise me that her friend does, too,” he said, as he stood back up.

“I don’t hate you,” you said, smiling at him. “I don’t know if you’d want to, and I know she’d kill me, but if you ever want to hang out sometime, let me know.”

“I’d like that.”

Ethan was kicking himself for not asking you for your number, or shit, even your social media so he could DM you. He thought you were beautiful, but he knew that hoping for a chance with you would be a reach. He really just needed more people in his life that believed him to make the time he still had at the university more enjoyable.

Your friend begged you to come to a random frat party that you didn’t feel like going to in the first place. After your talk with Ethan, you weren’t even sure you wanted to be around her. You still went, and after searching for her for almost an hour, you checked your phone to see a message from her that she wasn’t coming, and that she ran into one of the guys she’d been hooking up with on the way to the party.

“Why the fuck am I even here?” you said to yourself as you locked your phone and slid it into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hopefully to hang out with me, if your offer’s still good,” you heard from behind you, recognizing Ethan’s voice.

“Hey,” you said as you turned to face him. “I didn’t expect to see the most hated man on campus here.”

“My roommate told me that if I stayed in my dorm tonight, he’d throw my Xbox out the window,” he said, glancing over to the muscular guy that was watching Ethan talk to you.

“Ah, so you were threatened into being social,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“I guess you could say that. Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

Ethan wasn’t much of a drinker; you could tell by the sour look on his face every time he took a sip. It gave him a little confidence though, as the two of you talked and got to know each other a little better.

“I don’t think I can drink this anymore,” he said, sitting the cup down on a table. You sat yours down too, and as soon as you did, someone bumped into you, shoving you into Ethan.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him. Your chest was pressed closely against his, his hands on your hips from catching you.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, “You can stay this close to me all night, if you want.”

“Are you always this smooth? Or is it the alcohol?” you questioned as he smirked at you.

“I’m only buzzed,” he said, before he leaned down, placing his lips on yours.

Chad was still watching Ethan from afar, cheering and thrusting his fist in the air once he saw Ethan kiss you. He started to laugh against your lips before he pulled away to stare daggers through his roommate for interrupting the moment.

“I can’t take him anywhere,” Ethan said, as you smiled at him.

“We could go somewhere more private,” you suggested, as he took your hand in his.

“Want to go back to my dorm? He’ll be here for a while so I know we can talk without being interrupted.”

“Sure!”

Once you made it back to Ethan’s dorm, you were starting to think that he really did just want to talk. You enjoyed listening to him, though. He was telling you about all his hobbies and interests, and you were telling him yours. You started to glance around his side of the dorm room, noticing the cliché, dorky things you’d expect to see.

“Nice Star Wars poster, nerd,” you joked, as he smirked at you.

“Oh, I’m a nerd?” he said, as he nudged you back on his bed. He was hovering over you, his mouth inches from yours. The sexual tension got so thick as his eyes looked into yours, his hand rubbing your hip.

“Mhm,” you said, the corner of your bottom lip in between your teeth. “A hot nerd.”

He felt his cheeks start to heat up, and he really didn’t want you to notice, so he leaned down to finally connect his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get more intense, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip. You let him deepen the kiss, his tongue moving with yours as his hands started to roam. You whimpered into the kiss once his hand squeezed your thigh, your hips started to squirm underneath him.

He pulled away but still stayed close so the two of you could catch your breath. You were reading each other’s faces, and it was obvious that you both wanted more.

“How far do you want this to go?” he asked, his breathing still heavy as his eyes looked into yours.

“As far as you want,” you said, your sweet tone making him groan.

“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, as he leaned back down to kiss your neck. His curls were tickling you, but the only reaction you had were the soft moans slipping past your lips from how well his mouth moved. His hips were rutting into yours, showing you how hard he was for you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, as he pulled away to look at you.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Ethan was a little, well, very eager. He got you undressed in what felt like seconds, leaving you in just your panties. Once he stripped down to just his boxers, you got a little curious. You glanced down to see his hard cock straining against the fabric, and started to laugh to yourself, your gaze going to the ceiling.

“What’s funny?” he asked, as he hovered back over you to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your laughing stopped, a gasp slipping out when he started to suck. “I asked you a question,” he teased, before moving to the other side.

“She really does lie about everything,” you said, as his tongue swirled. “She said you had a small dick.”

He started to laugh against you, before he pulled back. “That’s funny, because she couldn’t take it.”

“I can,” you said, his smile turning to a smirk as his hand trailed down your body to rub you over your panties.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, as he moved lower down the bed to position himself between your thighs.

He slid your panties down your legs, before running his fingers over your wet pussy. Your eyes stayed on him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as he teased you. Your anticipation just kept building as he moved down the bed, positioning himself in between your thighs. He leaned in, slipping his tongue inside your entrance.

He was sloppily eating you out, his head moving from side to side. His arms hooked under your thighs to pull you as close to his face as he could as your hands went to his hair.

“So good,” you whimpered, your breathing getting faster as he worked you closer to your orgasm.

He slid his tongue out of you to focus on your clit, quickly replacing it with two of his fingers. Your back was arching off the bed as he moved his arm back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could to that spongy spot inside you as he sucked on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you babbled, as he started to chuckle with your clit in his mouth.

That was all it took for your legs to start shaking and your grip on his hair getting even tighter. Once your pussy started to clench around him, he slowed his fingers to a slow roll, not wanting to overstimulate you. His tongue gently licked your clit as he worked you through it, your whimpers getting softer as you came down from your high.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you admitted through your shaky breathing. Ethan started to laugh a little as you looked at him, your eyes hazy. “What?”

“Just wait until I’m inside you,” he cockily said, “You still confident that you can handle it?”

“I know I can,” you said, your legs instinctively spreading wide for him as his fingertips ran up your thigh.

“What are you going to do when no one else can make you feel as good as I do?” he questioned, as one of his fingers started to rub circles on your clit.

“I guess I’d have to keep you around then,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You’d only have me until summer starts,” he said, his finger moving faster. “I’m transferring to a different school after this year.”

“No, you’re not..fuck. I’ll convince you to stay,” you said, relaxing into the bed as he teased you.

Ethan pulled his hand away from your pussy before he slid his boxers off. He crawled back on top of you and reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom.

“I might let you convince me,” he said, as he lined up with your entrance. You tensed up a little because you knew how big he was. “Relax, baby.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as he inched his way inside of you. You were moaning as he stretched you out, and when you thought he was all the way in, he just kept going.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, feeling so full as he finally came to a stop, wanting to give you plenty of time to adjust. “Told you..Fuck, I told you I could take it,” you said, already struggling to speak.

“Don’t get cocky,” he said, your mouth falling open as he started to move. “I’m going to ruin this pussy.”

“Ruin it,” you said, challenging him as your lusty, hooded eyes connected with his.

It took everything in Ethan to not immediately start pounding into you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He started slow, your eyebrows already furrowing together, low moans slipping past your lips. The head of his cock hit that special spot every single time, but you needed more. He sped up a little as your legs wrapped around him, your hands gripped tightly around his biceps.

“Maybe you can take it,” he said, his breathing getting heavier. “Can I go faster?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, as his hips moved quicker.

Your brain was starting to turn to mush, the babbles slipping past your lips making absolutely no sense. The only thing your mind could process in that moment was how good Ethan was making you feel. He thought you were adorable, already so cock drunk, and he wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. He kept his pace, but occasionally thrust a little harder to see if you could take it, the loud moans slipping past your lips as your nails started to dig into his arms letting him know that you could.

He angled your hips to go even deeper. His pace was a little slow as he made sure you were okay. Your eyes were pleading with him to go faster, because you knew the words weren’t going to come out of your mouth. It was getting so hard for him to hold back, so he finally let go. He started to pound into you so hard that your skin was tingling, all the nerves in your body on edge. Your toes were curling as he slammed into your g-spot, your whimpers turning to cries as you felt your orgasm starting to build. It was hard for you to keep your eyes open, and you were sure Ethan was going to have your nail marks on his arms forever with how hard you were squeezing him.

“Fuck,” was the only word you were able to get out, your legs wrapping tightly around him as your body started to involuntarily jolt. Ethan was sure that everyone in the surrounding dorm rooms knew what was happening, because you were being so loud. He wasn’t letting up though. He loved that he was making you feel that good.

It only took a few more deep thrusts before your entire body started to tremble, loud whines flooding out of your mouth as the wave of euphoria washed over you. He chased his own orgasm as he fucked you through it, your pussy clenching him so tight that he was moaning himself.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he said, a slight rasp in his voice from all the panting he’d been doing.

You went limp, your grip on his arms and your legs around his waist relaxing as his hips started to falter, a loud groan slipping past his lips as he released into the condom.

He took a minute to catch his breath before he slid out of you. His abs were burning and his arms were sore from your nails, but he quickly got up to take the condom off so he could take care of you.

He crawled in the bed next to you as you adjusted to lay your head on his chest, still so fucked out that it was hard to process your thoughts. Ethan just held you close, his hands softly rubbing over your bare back as you relaxed into his touches.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, after a few minutes of you not saying anything. You lazily nodded as your hand moved to rub across his chest.

You laid there in silence as you started to think about what’d just happened. You knew your friend was going to be pissed if she ever found out, but did that even matter? She made almost the entire university hate Ethan for things he never did, and it made you sad that he felt like he needed to switch to a different school so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

“So…” you finally said, “How can I convince you to stay?”

He let out a nervous laugh, not knowing the best way to respond. “I can’t take people talking about me the way they do anymore.”

“Even if I convince everyone that it was all lies?” you questioned, your tone playful as you angled your head to look at him. “I think it’d be awful for you to leave because of her. You could miss out on someone that would treat you right.”

“Someone like you?” he questioned as he looked down at you. You nodded, before he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re good at this whole convincing thing.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” you asked, smiling as you sat up to look at him.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t break my heart,” he said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you back down to his chest.

“I won’t.”

You stayed in Ethan’s bed for a couple hours, making plans for all the dates he wanted to take you on. It felt like you’d known him for way longer than just a few days, the two of you having an instant connection. You hated to pull away from him, but you knew you needed to get dressed before his roommate got home.

“It’s late, can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asked, as he started to put his clothes back on.

“I can’t believe I thought you were this horrible monster. You’re so sweet,” you said, as he smiled at you. “Yeah, you can walk me home.”

Ethan walked you to the front door of your building, pulling you into a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“I’ll text you,” he said, as he started to back away.

“Yeah, let me know when you make it back to your dorm, please,” you said, as he nodded.

When you made it upstairs and got settled into your bed, you heard your phone vibrate as it charged on your bedside table. You grabbed it and saw a goodnight message from Ethan, a huge smile on your face as you responded to him. You were so exhausted from the time you’d spend with him, and you soon felt yourself start to doze off. You heard your phone buzz again, your eyes lazily opening to see if it was Ethan. You took a deep breath once you read the message that was sent to you.

‘Why the fuck were you kissing Ethan at that party?’

[maybankslover]

You must be sick of me at this point lol but I can’t stop thinking about Drew x costar!reader

He broke up with O and met reader filming a movie (in London) and they started seeing each other but reader can tell that they both have a lot of healing to do (mostly him) before they have a real shot at being together

(I’m going to sleep thinking about this😭)

free now- drew starkey

warnings: angst, bit of fluff, odessa. everything is fiction.

summary: the request

playlist: free now by gracie abrams live from vevo

a/n: my girl and i are obssesed with our girl gracie

he's one of those guys that you think wow this is one in a lifetime thing or at least that was what the text she sent to one of her friends when they first met said.

"c'mon starkey." she said from her spot on the couch he had in his trailer.

"we met three weeks ago and we're already on the last name stage? bold." she hums.

"anyways going back to my question, favourite movie?" she smiled at him.

"can't laugh but jumanji the one with robin williams, the 90s version." she nods.

"great ass movie if i'm being honest." he passes her a bag of chips they bought earlier.

"yeah? i was made fun of it for ages."

she laughs. "i assume an ex, well that's a person with no taste at all."

"you assume right, yours?"

"from when i was a kid probably the princess diaries and a more recent one the proposal with sandra bullock." he laughs.

"wouldn't have taken you for the romcom type." he gains a pillow thrown his way. "hey what was that for."

"that's literally an insult, i've done romcoms why wouldn't you take me for the romcom type?" he shrugges his shoulders.

"i don't know you seem more of a drama lover."

"yeah could be if i'm being honest." her phone's ringtone interrupting their conversation. "sorry." he nods.

"hey cass." she hums. "no yeah sure, i'll bring a friend is that cool?" he watches her as she continues talking to what he assumes is a friend. "see you tonight love ya babe."

when they phone call ends she looks at him again. "we're going to a party tonight well not really a party but a friend is doing something at her house."

"alright thank you for assuming i'm free" he laughs and she crocks an eyebrow.

"i know you are. we've spent almost everynight with each other joseph." the call of his name make his stomach twist a little.

"you're right. so who are these people?" he flopped next to her, their legs brushing.

"some friends i have here in london, the funniest people i've ever met." she smiles. "they work in fashion nothing related to our industry, have their own brand of clothes."

that night as she dragged him to the small dance floor her friends had made in their terrace, her squin shirt shined a bit more as the light hit on it, he couldn't stop himself from thinking if this girl would change his life forever.

and maybe it was a mistake to kiss her at the door of her hotel room and maybe it would make filming umconfortable and maybe waking up next to her was something he could get used to and maybe it wouldn't be that bad to wrap his arm around her while walking in london.

but maybe it would've been better if he had been over his ex girlfriend.

"hey." her voice as she walked out of her bathroom, only in her black underware but her bra was missing, made him turn his face towards her. he could get used to this girl.

the arm he extended her way made her smile, once she her head laid in his bicep he leaned down to kiss her. "mornin'"

"we got a free day today, wanna go see the city?" he hums before kissing her again. "won't get out of this bed if you keep kissing me."

"we can get out of bed later." she laughs as he pins her down on the bed.

"so who's your ex?" she asked while they sat at a park bench sipping on a coffe that wasn't really good but the conversation was so it didn't really matter.

"you really like asking questions." she nodded agreeing. "odessa a'zion."

"the one that did grand army." he's the one nodding now. "cool seems nice."

he laughs. "no she doesn't."

"yeah no i wanted to be nice but no." her sincerity surprises him. "so why it didn't work?"

"we're too different, took us three years to realise that tho." he avoids looking into her eyes, instead choosing to look at the people pass.

This isn't what you want, it's only how you feel

You openly admit you're far away from healing

And I hate to pull the plug, but I think I get your deal

"shit you've got a ton of things to heal from." he takes a deep breath in. "sorry didn't mean it like that."

"nah it's alright but yeah i guess so, ended three months ago but well it was three years y'know."

"yeah i get it it's not easy to move on." she links her arm with his. "but you can't also let it dictate your life, take it from someone who did that and regret it a lot."

"when was your last break up?" he looks at her.

"two years ago, took me a year to be over it, him." she sighs. "but he was an asshole and i'm free now, so free that my friends threw a party when i blocked him."

he laughs. "he was that bad?"

"not a bad guy just a bit pathetic."

I finally know better than to wait for you back here

And I hope you know I don't think

You're a bad guy, that you're damaged

Took you two months, only two to raise the bar

You're the saddest, but a good kid

Almost loved you, but I didn't

I could laugh now, how we tried to play those parts

she knew better than this, should've known better to not let feelings interfear but he looked at her so nicely and he wasn't a bad guy. she knew he was damaged and still opened her door to him every night.

I know that you're removed, I can feel it when we talk

You start to let me in, but then you shut it off

And it's half of you that hurts sometimes, the half that I don't get

I swear that I'm not mad at you, but I can't share your bed now

"she called me." drew said on their lunch break.

"your ex?" he nods. "what did she want?"

"to know if we were together." he chuckles.

"and what did you told her?" he looks at her, really looks at her. how her eyes widened a little while waiting for his answer.

"that it wasn't her business but we were friends." she hums.

"it's been what six months?" she hears him say yes. "maybe she wants you back."

"doesn't change the fact that we're still very different and want different things." he sounded defensive.

"sorry wasn't attacking you." he waved his hand dissmising it.

And I can imagine, when you go home

Does she follow like an echo?

Like your shadow, you can try, but you can't run

From the truth of what you both made

That she blew up on a Tuesday

How does pain taste when it melts into your tongue?

"you don't think about her when we're together right?" he stiffens at the question.

"no, why would you think that?" her shoulder shoot up a little.

"don't know, you seem to be thinking a lot about her lately." she continued eating.

"it's not like we're together tho." she squinted in his direction.

"no but it's basic decency even if we're just fucking, i consider you my friend." her words sharp as a knife.

"i'm sorry." he intended to grab her hand but she moved it before he could do so.

"don't but yeah you're right, you were honest with me on what this was. just thought you saw me as your friend too and not only as someone you bang on the side."

It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time

It's a shame that I memorized your outline

You were straight up with me, you were so kind

But I knew what you knew, honey, great minds

It was harsh 'cause I lost what I wanted

she had fucked up, almost catching feelings for a guy who wasn't emotionally avaliable. maybe she wasn't either and it was the reason she wanted people she couldn't have.

and there he stood at her door when she opened it that same night.

"wanna go get some pizza?" his way of saying sorry. he smiled when she aswered 'yeah why not'

she was brave kissing him in the cold london night while he wrapped his arm around her shoulder keeping her close to his body.

I was brave when I kissed you in London

We're collateral here, man, we got hit

Hope you find somewhere safe for your baggage

Every page that I wrote, you were on it

Feel you deep in my bones, you're the current

And I showed no restraint, it was something

I was scared of 'til you made me love it

"you know this has to end in two months when filming wraps right?" he sighs at her question but says yes. "i'm no fixer and you need to work on your unresolved baggaged with her."

"i know." his hand squeezing her waist made her wish they would've met at a better time. "wanna enjoy this while i can tho."

she laughed and it made him wish he would've resolved his baggage before meeting her.

If you find yourself out, if there is a right time

Chances are I'll be here, we could share a lifeline

If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down

Never been less empty, all I feel is free now

If you find yourself out, if there is a right time

Chances are I'll be here, we could share a lifeline

If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down

Never been less empty, all I feel is free now

rummors started once the film made it's big debut.

emmy award winner y/n l/n and luca guadagnino new 'godson' had a chemestry that crossed the screen, they had to have something going on right?

and their instagram posts didn't help much to calm the waters.

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"we're just really good friends." she smiled at the interviwer, it was te 10th time they were asked if they were together in the month they've been doing promo. "and very good actors too i'd say."

"i guees this is it." he said when they broke the hug inside his hotel room before she left to take her flight back home.

"don't be a stranger starkey." she pinched his cheek as if he was a little kid. "and if you ever find yourself out, there are chances i'll be here maybe we could share a lifeline."

she closed his door after that, boarding the plane she felt free now.

he stared at the closed door, he had never felt less free than right now.

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[sunday-kisser]

—» Cozy Tart & Sun's Blessing

pairing: baker!reader x florist!sunday!au

genre: fluff, more fluff, fem!reader, strangers to lovers-ish

notes: it's been a while since i've written anything of that kind, i might be back if my inspiration allows me to be hehe. (PS my style might not be everyone's cup of tea and i know this isn't the best piece but i do hope it's somewhat enjoyable nonetheless) have fun ~

One rainy, late friday afternoon was all it took for your life to change entirely. Your shift in the bakery was almost over, when a young, handsome looking man walked through the heavy glass doors into the ever-cozy bakery.

He was drenched, gray-blueish hair sticking to his insanely handsome face — which he ran one of his unoccupied hands through, to free himself of any uncomfortable sensations. He looked like he ran straight out of some shampoo commercial. How was it fair for someone to look that gorgeous? Enough of that, he's a potential customer, stay professional!

You wondered if he had forgotten his umbrella or if the storm outside blew it out of his hands. It did happen to you just a few weeks prior, but he didn't seem like the person to be clumsy, or did he?

Said man took slow but deliberate steps in your direction and as his eyes finally found yours already watching him, his expression changed from one of discomfort into something much more relaxed and he let out a sigh he didn't know he held back. After all, the comfortable atmosphere combined with the sweet smell of pastries already lifted his mood greatly.

You were stood behind the counter, already awaiting his order, as you gave him your best smile. He was the last customer after all, might as well make the best of it and help this handsome wet cat of a man make this evening less depressing than the weather outside.

You wouldn't want it to rain even more cats and dogs.

His gentle voice reached your ears, though he did sound a little bit worn out from a hard day. "Good evening ma'am, I'd like to order a hot herbal tea—" he paused for a second to think, watched your expression carefully and then added, "and please add the last two pudding tarts to the list, thank you."

Oh, so he's polite and handsome.

You were so deep inside your own bubble that you didn't even realize that you were staring right into his soul.

"Excuse me—" he looked at your name tag to address you properly, "Miss [name], is something the matter?"

Blinking once, then twice you finally managed to come back to your senses. Goodness, how many times in the span of the last two minutes did you start to imagine a future with him? Get yourself together.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, "Excuse me, Sir! It must be the rainy weather getting to me. I'll get your order ready this instant."

The man in front of you let out a smooth huff of his own as he replied, "don't you worry a thing. The weather surely does behave quite out of order today."

A quick glance out of the big window in the corner told you that it would be out of order for quite a bit longer. It was then, that you heard a quiet rasp from the man in front of you until he added, "And please, Sunday is just fine."

Sunday? Is just fine? But wasn't today Friday?

You didn't think too much of it, nodded your head in his direction and turned around to prepare his tea. The smile was still on your face, albeit a little bit wonky due to your confusion.

Two minutes later and everything had been prepared. One of his delicate hands put the cash on the counter while the other took the tea and the bag filled with his goods.

The business was done and he was about to leave, walking back into the mess that was called the world outside of your little warm shop. Letting him leave like that while he was drenched felt so utterly wrong but could you just intervene in a strangers' business? Well, it surely didn't hurt to be nice.

Reaching your hand out into nothingness, you uttered a soft, "Please Sir, consider staying for a little bit longer until the rain has calmed down. If you'd like, you can enjoy your tea and your tarts at one of our free tables." You then took a breath and pointed to his still very wet hair, "I can get you a towel too if you'd like!"

Sunday stopped walking, considered your kind words for a second and then turned to let your gazes meet once more, a warm and appreciative smile already on his lips. "I appreciate your offer Miss [name] but I fear I can't just overstay irresponsibly and take up more of your precious time. You're off your shift already, aren't you?"

Your gaze swiftly wandered to one of the clocks behind you and indeed, your shift had already ended 10 minutes ago.

Just as you wanted to give him one of your very smart retorts, Sunday had already started walking to the exit again. His right hand had lifted just high enough to let you see him wave at you.

The door closed behind him and a humongous sigh finally pushed past your lips. You didn't even get to know his name, what a shame.

But you know what they say. One always meets twice in ones life.

While you were cleaning up the rest of the tables and the counter, you couldn't stop thinking about everything that went down earlier at all. Was it weird to think that something felt different with him? You've never really thought of anyone after they entered nor after they left your shop, so why him?

Maybe you just needed some sleep, yes that was probably it. Tomorrow, everything would be back to normal, your heart would be calm again and your face wouldn't give away the shadows of today.

Say sike right now. This new day was something entirely out of this world.

The rain pitter-pattered it's way down onto the streets even harder than yesterday. Could a certain water god be any more generous with his soul shattering sky shower?

And to make things worse? You were late to your best friend's birthday. Could your day get any better? You swore you were a positive person but the rain truly made you question the odds.

The way to the flower shop felt like forever. The streets were flooded, your pants and the hem of your coat were splattered with mud due to the puddles everywhere and your hair was drenched. You looked like a wild cat that had been dropped into the bathtub after it rolled around in dirt. At least you didn't drink any coffee today or else you'd be the equivalent of a wild wet cat on catnip.

The task was simple, go to the flower shop, get a huge bouquet of your best friends' favorite flowers and then rush to her place and prepare the rest before she wakes up.

Your wet hand slipped off the flower shop's door handle twice before you managed to open it properly to let yourself in.

The bell at the door rang just as you let out a huff, finally being out of the rain.

A young woman with blueish hair greeted you just as she heard the bell chime, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. "Hello and welcome to our flower—" she quickly stopped herself after taking in your poor state.

She rushed into the back of the shop and then you heard some quiet, hushed whispers. Oh no, were you that hideous today that even the flowers were unwilling of being in your presence? Wait, flowers can't whisper, can they?

A few moments passed and another person emerged with the friendly looking woman in tow. Oh, this couldn't be. Surely you must still be dreaming because there was no way this was how you'd be meeting Mr. Drenched-But-Still-Handsome from yesterday?

Said man stepped forward, he eyed you with a gentle smile on his lips once more. "It seems the weather isn't in either of our favors. Please allow me to get you a towel."

Before you were able to even as much as utter a word, the woman introduced herself to you. You learned that her name was Robin and that she was the sister of the man who managed to worm his way into your brain over the course of 10 minutes.

You didn't know which facial expressions you were making right now but you were sure they must've been entertaining, considering the fact that Robin was holding back a chuckle herself.

Sunday came back with a towel in one hand and a mug in the other. "I wouldn't want to overstep but may I ask you to take off your coat? I'd rather you don't catch a cold."

And so things went their way. Sunday sat you down on one of the chairs in the back, towel over your head and mug in your hand. Robin hung up your coat to dry, they insisted you couldn't possibly leave like this.

Robin decided to "run some errands" soon after you settled in comfortably but didn't leave before telling you, "You know, Sunday — I mean, my brother told me all about yesterday. You must have left one kind of an impression on him. Rest assured that you're always welcome here."

While she was gone, you and Sunday spent some more time together. He eventually made you sit at the front with him while he took care of some of his own customers. What kind of gentleman would he be if he let you sit at the back all alone? After all, YOUR beauty didn't only brighten up his days — the flowers would like to have a word in too.

But wait, did Robin call him Sunday or were you just slow? You were pretty sure today was Saturday.

That very same fateful Saturday on which you scored yourself a date with the most handsome man you've ever had the honor to lay your eyes upon.

And while your best friend didn't get to wake up to the surprise you had planned for her, she still got to spend her special day with you. Just a little later, as the sun shone brightly in the sky again with no traces of rain left behind.

You wouldn't even know it had rained, weren't it for Sunday's contact in your phone, his message already reflecting off the display.

"Would you like to go out with me tomorrow? I heard pudding tarts taste the best when enjoyed under the sun."

On a Sunday. He is in fact just fine.

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loveholic ( jeong jaehyun )

jaehyun x male!reader

jaehyun just wants some boyfriend time

content : 1k words, fluff, established relationship, baby jaehyun agenda, uni au, baby/babe petnames, showering together ( sfw )

jaehyun bit the inside of his cheek as he continued to stare off into the distance, scanning the different faces that passed. his boyfriend was late. well, later than usual. jaehyun hadn't even agreed to meet him at a certain time, he just knew y/n's schedule, and he knew that y/n took this way back to his dorm after his class. jaehyun totally wasn't borderline obsessed.

"jaehyun? you coming?"

jaehyun looked over at doyoung and the rest of his friends, who were on their way back home after a long study group session. he quickly shook his head before turning his attention back to finding y/n.

doyoung let out a small scoff, unsurprised. jaehyun always seemed to put his boyfriend first, but his friends didn't necessarily mind. everyone knew y/n was jaehyun's world, and seeing their friend happy was enough.

"okay, we're heading to the party after we drop our stuff off at the dorms, so see you later." doyoung smiled while waving. jaehyun only nodded again as doyoung turned with the others and left him alone.

jaehyun sighed lowly. maybe y/n went a different way today? he pulled out his phone and rushed to hit the call button next to y/n's name.

after it a rang a few times, jaehyun finally heard his boyfriend's sweet voice coming through.

"hi, love."

"y/n!!"

y/n laughed softly at jaehyun's enthusiasm, "what's up?"

"are you done with your class? i'm waiting for you by the benches."

"oh, i agreed to get dinner with my friend tonight remember? i took a different way to go with her," y/n explained.

"oh, right.."

y/n could practically hear jaehyun's pout through the phone. he smiled to himself and quickly came up with a solution.

"tell you what, i'll come straight to your dorm after dinner and we can spend all night together. sound good?" he offered instead.

"mm, i guess."

"and i'll give you as many kisses as you want."

"alright, deal," jaehyun accepted, unable to keep his smile at bay.

"okay, see you soon!"

"bye, baby," jaehyun replied before ending their call.

jaehyun sighed and lowered his headset around his neck. he was trying to kill time by playing video games. it worked for the first couple hours, but now all he could think of was what time y/n would arrive.

just as he got up to go grab a drink, a knock finally sounded at his door. his eyes widened in hope while he skipped over to answer it.

"hi!" y/n chimed. he knew jaehyun was just about the most impatient man there was, so he tried his best to rush over to his room.

"y/nn," jaehyun hummed while pulling him inside. "missed you."

y/n smiled as his boyfriend held his face and placed small kisses all over him. y/n's hands lifted around jaehyun's waist, happy to accept the affection.

"how's my boy?" jaehyun asked once he finally stopped kissing. y/n blushed at those words.

"i'm alright. kinda tired.. you?"

"i'm good now that you're here," jaehyun answered quickly. "are you physically tired or mentally tired?"

"both."

jaehyun frowned. "wanna sleep?"

y/n shook his head, securing his arms tightly around the other in a warm hug. "no, i wanna be with you for a while."

jaehyun smiled. he was hoping for that answer. he cupped y/n's face again, kissing his lips this time.

"can i take a quick shower in your bathroom?" y/n asked.

"only if i can join."

y/n rolled his eyes and stepped away from jaehyun, his arms falling.

"we both know where that would go. i just want a quick wash."

jaehyun's lower lip poked out, grasping at the hem of y/n's shirt. "i promise no funny business! i just wanna be with you."

y/n stared at him with narrow eyes for a second. he sighed and nodded, "fine."

jaehyun instantly perked up. he gave y/n one more kiss on the cheek.

"thank you, babe."

y/n watched jaehyun skip into the bathroom happily, starting the water in his shower.

"i am dating a literal baby," y/n mumbled to himself before following after him.

jaehyun was already undressed and in the shower before y/n could blink. he found it amusing how jaehyun's demeanor always changed once they were alone. jaehyun needed a lot of attention and physical touch, but he hated being clingy around his friends. y/n didn't mind it though. if anything, he just found it adorable.

jaehyun watched as y/n slipped his shirt and bottoms off before he stepped into the shower with him. y/n was quick to duck his head under the water and rub his face in exhaustion. jaehyun reached up to help soak y/n's hair, his large hands gently threading through the other's locks.

a few moments passed in comfortable silence. y/n closed his eyes and let the water continue to run over him, while jaehyun watched with a content smile.

"long day?"

y/n only nodded at the question.

"can i do anything to help?" jaehyun asked.

y/n moved away from the water and wiped his face. he smiled and gave his boyfriend a light kiss on his lips.

"you already help so much, baby."

jaehyun couldn't help but grin at that reply. his dimples and pretty smiling eyes were y/n's favorite view.

"just keep being my jaehyun, okay?"

jaehyun quickly nodded before cupping y/n's face and kissing him again.

"i love you," jaehyun mumbled against his lips. he began moving down y/n's neck, trailing light open mouth kisses against his skin. y/n felt heat instantly rush to his cheeks.

"i love you too, jae.. let's not get carried away though."

jaehyun pulled away, still with his beaming smile, and nodded.

"okay, okay," he gave in.

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you in my eyes [8] l Javier Peña

Summary:  you weren't friends and you certainly weren't planning anything more together

Warnings:  angst, some fluff, smut (+18), some kissing, enemies (?) to lovers, misogyny and sexism at work, some bad language, Murphy shows up,

A/N: I'm giving you this chapter today and I just want to say that the next one will be the last. If you've made it this far, thank you. I like this story, but I've been feeling overwhelmed lately because I rarely add new chapters. Let's end this nicely, right?

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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When you left the hospital after a week with instructions not to return to work for a few more days, you knew that Javier would do everything to make sure you followed that order. He was in the hospital so often that soon all the nurses knew his name. Although maybe it was also because of the box of chocolates he brought them, begging them to let him stay with you all night.

He barely fit on your bed, but it was wonderful to be able to fall asleep in his arms again and be woken up by his quiet snores.

"I can't believe Messina gave you the afternoon off to pick me up from the hospital." You said in disbelief, finally sitting down in your own living room.

"There are other priorities." He said, placing your bag on the table. "Are you hungry? I could get you something quickly."

"Mmm, not really." you replied, slipping off your shoes and putting your feet on the coffee table. "It's fine. I'll take a shower and wash off all this hospital smell."

It was good to see you back in full strength, although Javier still had the moment when the ambulance took you away before his eyes. At that moment, he felt like he had lost solid ground under his feet, and the hours spent in the hospital hadn't helped him at all. Javier knew, however, that you needed him, more than usual. And most importantly, he wanted to feel needed.

Dark eyes fed on the sight of you. A body yearning for your warmth and closeness. He felt as if he was hungry for you. What could that mean?

Finally, you stood up and that caught his attention, bringing his thoughts back to earth. "I'm going to take a shower. Maybe you'd like to join me?"

You hadn't even managed to take a step towards the bedroom when Javier's long fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt.

It was you. Real, alive, although with a still fresh scar on your perfect body. When the warm stream of water washed your hair and body, Javier stood right next to you. First, he washed your hair thoroughly, and you couldn't help but admire how good he was at it. "I have many hidden talents, hermosa." But when he decided to wash your body, you both almost landed on the slippery tiles because you started laughing so loudly.

Your laughter filled his ears, he drowned in it.

"You're crazy, Peña! Stop it!" you chuckled, but you couldn't free yourself from his strong arms.

"One kiss, hermosa. One kiss and I'll let you go."

"This is blackmail!"

"And you're in no position to negotiate."

So you kissed him. And again, and again, and again. You were alive.

A few days later, you showed up at the office. Although Javier would have done anything to keep you home, he couldn't. Messina asked to talk to you, and you were so bored that you happily got into the car with him in the morning.

"What are they talking about?" Steve asked, sipping his coffee and glancing toward Messina's closed office door.

“I have no idea,” Javier replied, looking up from his typewriter. He was having a hard time filling out this report because he was constantly listening for a sound that might be coming from behind the door.

"But she's fine, right? She could go back to work." Steve frowned and folded his arms over his chest. "You're with her all the time, tell me."

Peña rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s fine. And she’s been bugging me for days with her constant questions about work.”

"You'd rather she bugged you in a different way, wouldn't you?" Murphy grinned "Celibacy doesn't suit you?"

"Fuck off." Javier snorted.

When the door opened, both men raised their heads at the same time. You didn't look happy. You didn't even look in their direction, but only quickly headed down the corridor towards the main exit.

"What the hell?" Murphy muttered, straightening up.

But Javier didn't answer, he was already quickly following you. The elevator doors closed before he could catch you, so he quickly ran down the stairs and saw you exit the elevator just in time. Your puffy eyes didn't bode well.

"What happened? What did she say?" he asked quickly, but you just shook your head.

"Not here, Javier."

So he just put his arm around you and led you towards the exit. You stopped in a side street, away from other people's eyes.

"What did Messina say?"

You took a deep breath, and then the words flowed from your lips. "I have to go back to the States. The headquarters are afraid that I might still be in danger and they don't want to risk their agent, a woman, getting hurt again. Bullshit! If I was a guy..."

"But we caught the one who shot." Javier muttered, unable to hide his surprise and growing anger. "You're safe. I'll keep you safe."

"I know!" you groaned, tears glistening in your eyes. "I know that, Javier. They're trying to explain it with the trial that Louis is facing, I have to testify there. I gave them a detailed report, but they want me there in person." you snorted. "They won't let me back here. It's always like that."

Javier rubbed his chin and asked something that both of you were thinking about. "Do you think O'Connell could have something to do with this?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I have no proof. And there's nothing I can do except pack my fucking suitcase." 

You bowed your head so he wouldn't see the tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt pathetic. All your hard work, all your sacrifice, it was all coming to an end. Returning to the States felt like a demotion, even though no one said it, that's how you felt. And then there was Javier. Even though you hadn't made any promises to each other, you had grown attached to him. How were you supposed to end it all now?

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. You snuggled into his body, wetting his shirt with your tears. "We'll figure something out, hermosa..." he whispered, kissing your head. 

You didn't put your hope in his words, but you were grateful for them. It had to be enough.

You returned to your apartment alone, you didn't want Javier to accompany you. Gossip wasn't necessary and you didn't want Messina or anyone else to think you were complaining to Javier about your fate. It was only behind closed doors that you let your emotions escape and burst into tears.

"Fucking Colombia. Fucking DEA. Fucking O'Connell and everyone else..." You mumbled under your breath, swallowing your tears, because you no longer had the strength to wipe them with your hands.

But there was something else in all of this, something that was perhaps hard for you to admit, but was beginning to become clearer in your mind. Javier Peña. Returning to the States meant you would be flying there alone, without him. Javier belonged in Colombia, he was dedicated to his work, and to him you were simply…

Fuck, you didn't even know who you were. You didn't even have the right to expect him to call you something. It lasted a few months, it was fun and nice, the sex was amazing, you got along really well. Javier didn't treat you like other men, although at first you both had been stubborn, testing how much you could take. You passed that test. You were partners, on equal footing. Javier valued your opinion, but he was also caring and protective of you. But who the hell were you?

You couldn't know that at the same time there was a hurricane in his head. It was hard for him to focus on work when his thoughts were wandering around you. He would give anything to get in the car and drive to you.

"Focus," Murphy whispered in his ear as Messina entered the room to lead the meeting.

"She's leaving for the States," Javier mumbled, folding his arms even tighter across his chest.

"Who?" Steve was surprised, frowning, but when your name left Javier's lips he silently cursed "Really? Why?"

Peña repeated what you said to him in a whisper and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his friend reacted similarly to him.

"And what are you going to do?"

Javier looked at him surprised. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Steve shook his head, he had to know something that Peña hadn't realized until now. They knew each other really well, Murphy saw how Javier and you treated each other, and he knew that you were good and right for him.

"You have feelings for her, don't you?" he said leaning into his ear "You should do something. Talk to Messina."

"She'll kill me." Javier snorted.

"Messina or..."

"Both." Javier replied "And I think I'm less afraid of Messina."

He struggled to focus on the meeting, but once they were dismissed he and Steve quickly returned to their desks. He knew Murphy was watching him, you and Steve had gotten along better from the start and he didn’t blame him for feeling involved in all of this. After an hour, Javier pushed himself back in his chair abruptly, mumbling a quick, “I’m leaving.” No one stopped him.

He didn’t know what to expect as he ran up the stairs to your floor. A mixture of fear and uncertainty churned in his chest, but silence greeted him as he inserted the spare key he carried with him into the lock. For a moment he thought you had already left.

Yes, it was stupid and irrational, but his brain was so frightened that any scenario seemed real to Javier. He spotted your shoes and skirt on the floor, like scattered crumbs leading him to the bedroom. You were asleep. Curled up, covered in a thin sheet, breathing quietly.

He stared at you for a moment. How could he lose this view so soon? How could you leave him and go back to the States? How was he going to stay here without you? How was he going to live without you? Did that mean he would never see you again?

You moved slightly and Javier focused again. He walked over to the bed and leaned down, kissing your cheek. He saw the tear tracks and it broke his heart.

"Javier?" you whispered in a voice full of sleep. "What are you doing here?" You quickly glanced at your watch and rubbed your eyes with your hand.

"I had to come." He replied, sitting down next to you and resting his hands on either side of you. "How are you feeling?"

"Hopeless. And I feel resentful." you said after a moment "I don't want to think about it anymore. I just..." you took a deep breath "I'll pack a suitcase, grab my passport and go to the airport. What's left for me?"

“I would prefer you stayed,” Javier replied quietly. You smiled politely and stroked his cheek.

"Finally you'll have time for your other two girls, right?" you winked at him, trying to smile, but Peña didn't return it this time. His gaze was tender but firm.

"I don't want others, I want you."

"Javier..." you sighed, your hand slid down his neck, stopping near his collar "This is crazy."

“Why?” a small frown appeared between your eyebrows. “Why do you say that? Look, I’m not good at talking about all this… You know I already screwed up once, when me and Lorraine…” he sighed. “I don’t want to screw up what we have.”

You shifted to sit across from him, trying to understand what Javier was trying to tell you. Yes, you knew about Lorraine, he had told you about her before. But you two?

"Javier, it's complicated. You and me."

"No, it's not." He interrupted you. "Listen. I care about you, I really do. You are, you are something else."

"What am I?"

You put everything on the line. Fuck it! If you have to go back to the States with a broken heart, fine. You'll get through this. It wasn't the time or the place, but you were willing to swallow the bitter pill that was waiting for you, or so you thought.

Javier looked at you as if he was searching his mind for the right words. You didn't rush him.

“Listen,” you said quietly. “We’re good together. Honestly, I haven’t felt as good and at ease with anyone as I do with you in a long time. At work and in bed. We’re good at that, Javier. But… I don’t know.” You looked down for a moment, pausing. “Maybe this is some kind of sign?”

"A sign?" he repeated, surprised.

"Yeah." You shrugged "Maybe you should find someone better. Some nice, uncomplicated, pretty girl who..."

"Oh, stop talking shit, hermosa!" he interrupted you unexpectedly. You looked up at him with a confused look. "I love you, crazy woman. You're a pain in the ass sometimes, but I fucking love you."

He saw your lips part, and your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was lying. But Javier wasn't lying. Determination and certainty were written all over his face, and you felt as if someone had ripped your insides out.

“I don’t want you to leave without knowing that.” He added, taking advantage of your loss of voice. “If you don’t feel that way, that’s fine. But I won’t forgive myself if I screw up anything else in my life. I won’t forgive myself if you leave Colombia without knowing that.”

Your spread lips and glazed eyes didn't give him any answer. You looked as if his words had frozen you completely. Eventually, Javier began to worry. He put his hand on your cheek, stroking it tenderly.

"Hermosa, say something. Anything." he said encouragingly. "I beg you. I'm sorry I dumped this on you like this, but I can't take it anymore... The thought of you leaving..."

Your lips twitched, but nothing came out. It wasn't until you cleared your throat that he heard your voice again. "You... You love me?"

"Is that so bad?" Javier tried to smile.

You shook your head. "It's just... Fuck it."

In an instant, you took his face in your hands and kissed him hard. That kiss held everything, every answer he needed, every reassurance. His hands pulled you out of the sheets and you were already sitting on his lap, snuggling even closer to Javier. Fingers ruffled his hair, your warmth, the softness of your skin beneath his fingers.

"I love you, Javier. I love you so fucking much." You whispered between kisses, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Oh! Don't ruin this moment with stupid questions."

You squealed as he threw you on the mattress, hiding you under his body. Kisses showered your neck and went lower. But you were faster. You deftly unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down, his hard manhood popping out.

“I want you.” You panted. Javier nodded. He needed you too.

You weren't prepared, so when he slid into you in one swift movement, you closed your eyes, gasping for air. But you felt him, felt him, felt alive, and that was the most beautiful thing. Lips eager for kisses found each other again, and Javier began to move.

He knew your body so well, knew where you needed him, knew how to coax the most beautiful sounds out of you. But this time, it was you who forced him to sigh sweetly, when you whispered a simple "I love you" between greedy breaths.

God! 

Javier Peña was in a losing position. But at the same time he hadn't felt so happy and fulfilled in a long time. He didn't give a shit about you leaving, he didn't give a shit about the whole DEA and Escobar, the drug cartel, Messina and O'Connell. The most important thing was you and those three words that flowed to him from your lips.

And when some time later you were lying together in the sheets, talking quietly about what awaited you, making plans, Javier felt that nothing could stop you anymore. You would be his, in Colombia or the States, it didn't matter.

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Birds - A Raindro Drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: G. The fluffiest fluff that we need for today. Mentions of pregnancy. Word Count: 1385 a/n: I'm typing this 40 minutes before episode one of season two of TLOU drops but I'll post this immediately after. I'm lingering somewhere in the space between here and the planet Saturn. Up is down, down is up. I hope this fluff helps us all. This one is for Joel's wives. Written in conjunction for TLOU Sundays and Raindro 2025.

You remember the morning he finishes setting it up because you feel sick. Joel had done his best to convince you to stay in bed and had tried to get you to allow him to stay with you, but you'd protested until he left the room, insisting that you were fine and that the stomach bug you had would just go away on its own. He only half listened, finding someone else to take his patrol so he could stay home with you, always within earshot even as he stepped outside to hang the little birdhouse from the tree in the yard.

It was the first project he'd completed with your nephew, the two of them holed up in the studio as Joel taught Ben the basics of woodworking by building the simple structures. They matched, the two little houses, one hung proudly outside of your home and the other outside Tommy's.

"Looks nice," you comment when he finds you in bed later, your stomach still tied in knots even as he snuggles in behind you.

Joel kisses the back of your neck leisurely, "thought about pulling some of that old corn we have in the shed to feed them. Kinda lure them over, you know?" His grip around your waist tightens and you sigh, loathe to admit that you feel better simply having him next to you. Doing so would only prove him right when he'd insisted as much earlier.

Now, you simply agree with him.

"That would be nice," you whisper, just before your eyes fall shut.

"Saw some robins this morning," Joel notes the second he's through the door, pausing only to pull off his jacket and boots before crossing the kitchen to kiss your cheek. His stubble scratches your skin, but you lean into him anyway.

"Maybe that means this winter will be over soon," you laugh, suddenly turned in his arms so he can kiss you properly. It's slow and passionate and enough for you to wrap your arms tightly around his neck, holding him against you with fingers threaded through his hair.

He hums when he pulls back, his gaze immediately dropped between you, right where the slight curve of your stomach presses against his. "How's our little bean doing?"

You kiss him again. "We're good," you promise him, hoping that the reassurance will quell some of the anxiety you know he feels. It wasn't something either of you were trying for, much less ever expecting to happen, but now that you're here, with the newest Miller on the way, he's been more protective than normal.

"You sure? You don't need anything? Wait, maybe you should sit down and I'll finish..."

"Joel," you scold, although there's a hint of teasing evident in your voice. "I mean it. We're just fine. But if you do want to finish making dinner, I'm not about to complain," you laugh, already shifting away from him to move toward a chair.

He tugs on your hand before you make it too far, though, pulling you back into one last kiss before he lets you go.

He's out there again, feeding the birds when you come home with an oversized bag in your hand, gifts from the baby shower Maria had thrown you tucked inside. Joel had stayed home, insistent that you should enjoy some girl time, although you sensed that his absence was more of a result of the stress he so often felt at town gatherings.

"I saw a few blackbirds this morning before I left," you inform him, waddling over to kiss him hello as he lets the feed fall from his fingers.

Joel nods, "they flew off when I came out just now. Haven't seen them around before." His eyes fall to the bag. "What's in there?"

You smile. "Gifts."

He looks curious, scanning the contents of the bag before settling on the item thrown on top. "Is that..."

"A baby harness," you note, setting down the bag so you can pull out the item in question. "One of those things they used to have so you could strap your baby to your front while you work."

He narrows his eyes, "who the hell had one of those hanging around 25 years after the end of the world?"

You shrug, because you honestly can't answer that question. There had been so many people at the party that you couldn't even begin to try and remember you brought what. "Not gonna strap your kid to your chest?" you ask playfully.

Joel huffs, "did just fine without that the last time."

There's a beat of silence, the same one that always lingers whenever he brings up Sarah, and then you're kissing his jaw softly. "You'll do just fine this time, too."

It becomes a part of your routine as the months pass by. You find your way to the front porch to sit in the rocking chair, a cup of herbal tea in your hands. You're more or less stuck at home these days, Joel insistent that you follow the doctor's instructions to take it easy until the baby comes, which means that your morning escape to watch him feed the newest residents in your front yard truly is a breath of fresh air.

"We're gonna need to plant more corn at the rate you're feeding them," you shout, watching as he scatters the grain on the ground below the birdhouse. He was halfway through helping Ben make a bird feeder to go along with the house, preparation for the winter when it would be significantly harder to scatter feed on the ground with a thick layer of snow covering it instead.

"We'll have plenty," he insists, grabbing an extra handful to throw on the growing grass. "Plus, we have the sunflower seeds too, you know."

You consider this, head tilting to one side as you watch him work. He did insist on planting the entire packet of sunflowers, and while you'd assumed it was because they were your favorite flower and he was just doing his best to make his wife happy, you hadn't considered that he could have ulterior motives.

"Your birds are more important than me enjoying my flowers now?" you tease, and you smile when he smirks back at you.

"Never."

It's the sound of birdsong that awakens you, some of the first of spring. The robins have returned in the last few weeks, a sign as sure as the melting snow that warmer days were ahead. The house is quiet, though. There's a slight breeze that causes the old structure to creak, but that's about it.

The sun is barely up, soft pastel light filtering into your bedroom as you notice the empty space beside you and the equally empty crib at the foot of your bed. You stand, pulling a blanket around you as you find your way downstairs to where you know you'll find them. It's chilly when you step outside into the morning air and the porch is cool even through the thick socks on your feet, but you barely notice, too distracted by the sight before you.

Joel sits on the front steps, still in his sweatpants that are haphazardly tucked into his heavy boots. His hair sticks up at odd angles and his thick coat is draped over his shoulders, unzipped so he can cradle your daughter against his chest. She's bundled up, too, and while she's more than secure in the harness he's wearing, his hand still holds her close against him.

They're watching the birds, the ones eagerly snacking on the fresh seed the two of them have likely just added to the feeder. Your little girl watches with equally eager eyes as her father explains each of the tiny animals fluttering before you, and you listen as he describes each.

"The robins are a sign of good luck," he explains, and she coos softly as though she understands every word that falls from his lips. "And that one with the red wing over there symbolizes protection."

You shift to sit next to them, leaning against his shoulder without a word. He pauses for a moment to press a kiss to the side of your head, but then continues, pointing out each new set of wings that arrive on the branches.

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Sweet 26, Meows and Cuddles

Summary: In which -> Su-bong buys you a present for your birthday , The morning after is pure chaos.

Warnings: SWEET SU-BONG!, fluff

A/N: Guys i wrote this half asleep:( , correct me if there’s any mistake, Im quite obsessed with soft su-bong but I can’t help it!! Let me know your opinions <3

Today is the day.

Your birthday.

Su-bong has been waiting for this day a while now. He always knew how much you adored cats and always wanted one since you were a kid, he also knew that you never got one because of your mother's allergy.

He checked his phone,

11a.m

"Perfect timing" he murmurs to himself, The animal shelter just opened. He has 8 hours till your party, pretty early to wrap up your gift right?

He arrives at the shelter and an orange cat clings onto him like her life depends on it, "I'll take this one please" he says at the woman who works at the shelter.

1:45 p.m

He gets into the car with the cat in the cage and starts saying "Well aren't you so cute? My girl's gonna love ya!" and drives to a nearby store to buy some present wraps, cat food and toys.

He gets home and checks his phone,

He still has plenty of time, He goes to eat and to feed the cat. After feeding the cat he goes to rest.

5 p.m

The alarm clock is ringing like crazy, when he sees the time he jumps out of the couch and heads over to the cat and the wraps

"Moments before disaster" He murmured to himself again. "Ps ps ps pssss" he goes to the cat holding a treat in his hand, the orange cat immediately goes to him and he catches her in his arms. He grabs the wrap and wraps her carefully, after he finishes he grabs a bow and places it on top of her head.

"VOILAAAAA, WHAT A PIECE OF ART" he screams like a maniac and the cat just stares at him and suddenly.

Frshhh the wrap gets torn apart.

"NOO00000000000" he cries, his neighbours probably think he is crazy.

He is attempting his last trick one more time.

Fail.

Again.

Fail

The cat gets so bored in this repeating process she falls asleep."Finally" Su-bong thought and attempted to wrap her and succeeded perfectly.

7:10p.m

Shit, he's late already. He's phone lights up with a message from you

"My girl🌼”: Su-bong where the hell are you? You are late 10 goddamn minutes!!!'

He rushes to get ready, grabs the wrapped sleeping cat and heads to the car

7:30p.m

He knocks at the door, Holding the cat behind him and some roses along with letters that are written with words of affirmation.

You opened the door and say "Finally you arrived after half an hour!!"

He kisses your cheek saying "Close your eyes beautiful."

You close your eyes and feel fur between your fingers.

"Open your eyes" he says, and as you opened you eyes you started screaming from happiness

"SU-BONG ARE YOU CRAAAZY? I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH IVE WANTED A CAT!!!!"

He smiles at your happiness and hands you the flowers and letters he hugs you whispering in your ear

"Open those later, unwrap the cat and let her sleep on your bed inside your room"

You do as he says, let the adorable cat sleep in your bed and come up to him saying "Thank you so much I love —-“

He cuts you off by kissing you, reminding you how much he loves you too and the night goes on amazingly.

-

3.a.m.

Before Su-bong finishes his shower, you read quietly the letters he wrote you, it was the first time he had done something like this , you know he isn’t the best with words, You sob quietly at his sweet words and look at the roses he bought you.

He finishes his shower and heads to bed, you two cuddle , you fall asleep immediately and Su-bong whispers

“I love you”

-

The sun broke though the curtains, your eyes open .You try to shift but you feel a strong arm secured around your waist , you know it’s Su-bong.But, there is someone else in your arms.. YOUR CATT!! Yess, A cute orange cat with crazy personality that’s matches yours, you named her sunshine cause she makes your day even tho it’s day 1.

Suddenly sunshine climbs over su-bong and starts meowing into his ear. Su-bong sits up and saying something half asleep

“Fucking Cat you’re lucky your mother loves ya”

You burst out laughing holding sunshine in your hands while Su-bong is whining about sunshine ruining his sleep and you reply with “Ok sleeping beauty it won’t happen again please don’t kill my only sunshine”

He looks at you in shock, like you slapped him across the face , with a hand up his chest he starts shouting dramatically “AM I NOTHING!?!?!?!? AM I NOT YOUR SUNSHINE?? GOD RETURN THAT CAT INTO THA SHELTER CAUSE SHE STEALING MY WIFE”.

Sunshine just meows in response

You cry from laughter.

You love your two crazy favourite things.