#SAP MM Table

[darkswanevent]

A Comprehensive List of SAP MM Tables

SAP MM (Materials Management) is a module of the SAP ERP system that helps companies manage their procurement, inventory, and distribution activities. To help make this process easier, SAP provides an extensive range of tables that help track data associated with materials management. This article explores some of the most important SAP MM tables and provides brief explanations of the data they contain.

MARA - General Material Data

The MARA table holds general data about a material, such as its length and width dimensions, storage information, heat tolerance, volume, and weight specifications. This table is important for supplying inventory managers with the necessary information to manage warehouse inventories effectively. Other fields in this table include gross weight, net weight, and country of origin.

MVKE - Sales Organization Data for Material 

The MVKE table holds sales organization data associated with the material from the MARA table. The value held in this table determines which sales and distribution view of a material can be seen by different organizations and the allowed prices and discounts for customers. This table is important for accurately pricing materials for specific customers and tracking inventory to ensure sales availability.

MCHB - BOM Header

The MCHB table holds data on the bill of materials used in the SAP MM module. This includes the material’s name, description, number of components, assembly varieties, unit of measure, and estimated labor costs for assembling the components. This table is important for accurately tracking and measuring a finished product’s cost.

BKPF - Accounting Document Header

The BKPF table holds accounting document header information in the SAP MM module. Data stored here include:

The company code.

Document number and type.

Posting date.

Reference numbers associated with the document.

This table provides an easy way to view all your financial documents at a glance, helping you reduce manual data entry and maximize productivity in your business processes.

VBAK – Sales Document Header

The VBAK table in the SAP MM module stores all the sales document header information. This includes the customer ID, order type, and sales area, as well as the pricing conditions for billing and delivery. The data stored in this table provides a full view of information about each sales document, helping ensure accuracy and efficiency when managing your business processes.

[atoltia]

Their Little Nest

In which MC reorganizes their house over time and Sylus, because of an offhand comment from the twins, thinks she's nesting.

Sylus x fem!MC fluff

Pregnancy thoughts and talk.

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It started with the little things.

Tiny potted plants sat prettily on his shelves, the many side and coffee tables in the manor, their little pops of green and brightly colored petals brightening what once was a corner of shadow.

It wasn't like Sylus didn't keep plants in the house, no. It was just he didn't pay them any mind besides making sure the staff was taking care of them.

So it really came as a surprise when he suddenly found himself watching you and the twins hauling boxes into the house, chattering about plant growth and such as you took out several lamps.

"Kitten," he said from his position by the doorway, strong arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the frame. "With that much light, you're going to start to photosynthesize."

You turned, smiled at him as you tilted your head up to nuzzle into his chin when he strode towards you. You held up two different types of lamps for him to see. "They're lamps."

"I can see that."

You chuckled, leaned against him when he reached over to fiddle with the lamp in your hand. "I didn't know if I needed sun lamps or grow lamps for the plants so I got a lot of both."

"Mm." Sound logic enough, he thought. He patted her head. "Let's set them up, then."

And so they did.

(Even though both of you did bicker about adding a grow lamp - not the sun lamp - in his office for that tiny desk succulents you graciously added to his massive workspace.)

(He conceded, of course.)

But it didn't stop there. Not that he expected it to stop, knowing you.

It was a rough day. A negotiation that Sylus needed to get done didn't pull through as the moron representing the offending faction decided to get flustered and pulled out a gun at him, voiding the deal and thus resulting in a gun fight.

The situation was dealt with easily enough, but the cleanup needed his attention particularly because they had several protocores that he was aiming to acquire and wasn't going to leave without them. Alas, as they refused to make it easier for everyone involved, they had to waste not just his time but his ammo as well as his perfectly cut suit.

Sylus landed on the couch with a groan, relief finally flooding his bones as the tension in his body started to dissipate. He wasn't bleeding any longer, but the aches remained, a dull thrum consistently buzzing so much that it prevented him to experience the relief of sleep.

While the fog enveloped the N109 Zone to obscure it from the wrath of the sun, the instinctual yearn for daylight annoyed him. The mere ghostly memory of the sun on his skin made him purse his lips, the mere thought of it sapping his already drifting energy.

He turned his head, buried it into the pillow-

He blinked, propped himself on his good arm as he stared at the pillows. Gone were the hard blocks of stone that posed for a pillow that he just never bothered to replace, seeing as he was in pain often enough that the uncomfortableness of them barely registered to him anymore. What sat under and beside his head were soft, the slight fur on the covers lightly tickling his cheek as it cradled his head, rapidly easing his throbbing headache.

Long fingers flexed, his brows furrowing when softness once again surrounded his senses.

There was a thick blanket beneath him, separating his battered body from the worn and cold leather of the couch.

Now, Sylus is a perceptive man. Being observant of his surroundings and having the ability to react accordingly is part of his job description, his lifestyle. One misstep, a single moment of carelessness, and he could end up dead.

He was sure these pillows and blanket were not here before he left the house no less than eleven hours earlier.

"Sylus."

He turned, alert eyes softening at the sight of you, drinking up the image of you in one of his long-sleeved button-ups that hung over your significantly smaller frame, your hair mussed in multiple directions.

A lazy, crooked smile adorned your face as you hummed his name, your eyes still drooped with sleep. The adorable crow plushie was cradled lovingly in your arms.

You took your time to cross the room, loved the way he settled back onto the couch as he watched you, those wonderful scarlet eyes not once leaving you. You accepted his outstretched hand, your laugh softly lilting in the air when he pulled you into his embrace.

"Hi," you purred, your body molding perfectly into his.

"Good morning." There was a tenderness in the room, blanketing the both of you as you cuddled on the couch. You cherished moments like this. It's not so often that Sylus would get home when you wake, and while you know that your beloved wasn't all too fond of the mornings, you also know that the man made sure to make time for little moments like this despite his busy schedule.

"You changed the pillows," he muttered, his deep voice rumbling as he nuzzled into your hair.

"Did I?" You kissed his exposed clavicle, trying to hide your smile.

"You did."

"Maybe the twins did it."

He snorted, his fingers digging into your hips before massaging it as his other hand fiddled with the leather that held your knife strapped to your thigh. "They would've have bought a vibrating couch before they get to the pillows."

You laughed. "That's true."

A beat of silence. Just two lovers laying on a couch, sharing whispers and secret laughter as the sun rose far beyond the N109 Zone.

It was peace.

Oh, if only that peace lasted.

It's been a few weeks since that little moment on the couch, and Sylus couldn't fathom how they went from there to where you were at this moment.

He sat on a stool on the kitchen, watching you clean what seemed like the eighth room in the manor and you didn't have any indication of stopping soon.

None of them knew why you were in such a frenzy to clean, but you knew it was important do it Right Now. He offered to help you, of course, after having a quick round with him arguing that you should just leave all the cleaning to the staff, seeing as that's one of the primary reasons why he hired them in the first place.

"Sweetie," he said, exasperation leaking into his usual smooth voice. "If you keep at it any longer, I'm gonna have to clean you up from the floor."

You scoffed, hissed when he tried to grab the mop from you. "You better sit your ass down before I dismantle all of your guns again."

"Oh?" His voice, sickly sweet, as he trailed the tip of his fingers up your neck, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Will you, now?"

Your eyes glinted, lips curling into a menacing smile as you passed the mop to your other hand, completely dodging his attempt to take it from you as you pressed your body sensually to his. Deft fingers from your now free hand lightly tapping playfully against his chest. You crooned. "You know I will."

A stare down. Something not too uncommon between the two of you. A pair of strong, stubborn people unwilling to yield.

Most of the time.

"Alright," he conceded. Sylus knew, even without peering into your desires, that you will not budge on this matter. So he sat, admitting full well that this isn't an issue that's worth having an argument over.

It only took one look from him to shut the twins' guffaw from the other side of the door. He could ignore the snickering, however.

"This is like the third time she cleaned this room," Kieran whispered to his brother.

"Fourth," supplied Luke as he enjoyed the way their boss was sulking at the counter. He didn't look like he was sulking, Luke knew that full well, but he just had that feeling. "You were too busy buying detergent when she cleaned this last Monday."

"Ah."

"Hm."

"Maybe she's nesting or whatever."

Luke hummed, shrugged. "Maybe."

Sylus was a man of composure. Not even the most lethal of situations are able to get a rise out of him, and even if it did, no one would be able to tell from his perfected poker face.

That was the only reason why he didn't fall out of his stool.

Could you be pregnant? But you two have been so careful, so sure that the both of you have done the necessary things to have safe sex. But it wasn't impossible, he knew. It was also possible for non-pregnant women to exhibit nesting behavior. Surely, you'd tell him immediately if something was amiss or... if you were experiencing some symptoms.

Children, huh? He didn't think he'd be a great father. If anything, he'd be a horrible one considering the simple fact that he brought danger with him anywhere he went.

He was hard lines and violence, bloodshed and death. The sins that he's committed - and will commit - was unfit for a father. A good father.

But... he supposed it would be nice to have children running across the house. His and your kids. A physical manifestation of your love.

It's not that he needed to have a mini version of himself. As far as he knew, he never had any inclination of even desiring to have them. That avenue of conversation hasn't opened up between you too, either. He didn't know if you even wanted to have children.

Children with him.

And he wouldn't mind it if you didn't want them. They were a commitment, not just some playthings to be discarded once the novelty wore off. It would take a lifetime.

Yet... It's a nice thought.

"Darling?" It was well into the night. You and Sylus were already snuggled up in bed but you knew something was off. Ever since your little event in the kitchen, Sylus has been drifting, sometimes zoning out into space. It was very uncharacteristic of him.

So you waited. He'd tell you eventually.

Yet you have to admit to yourself that you can be impatient.

Those eyes of his, momentarily dazed, focused on you. The room was dark, the steady thrum of the air conditioner droning in the background. And still you felt his eyes on you, focusing, focusing, his arms pulling you in closer to his body.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?"

Of course you'd see it. Not that Sylus even attempted to hide it, seeing as you'd peer through him eventually. You waited for him to speak, frowned when you felt the spiking of his evol. "Sy?"

"Are you pregnant?"

You sputtered, pushed up from your position on the bed. Your hand quickly tapping the button for the lights.

Warmth illuminated the room as you stared into his eyes. You thought he was joking, thought he was pulling your leg, but the emotion that stormed his eyes moved you, surprised you.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Sy." There was distress in his voice, something that you thought you'd never hear. "My period finished a few days ago."

He closed his eyes as he let that information sink in, nodded. Released a breath. "Okay."

"Sylus." You nudged him, urged him to open his eyes. "Sweetheart, what brought this on?"

Sylus sighed, feeling as though the energy was tapped from him. Well, there was no reason to beat around the bush on this. "Kieran mentioned you might be nesting."

For all the time you've spent with Sylus, you knew that man rarely blushed. But the pink that dusted his cheeks and ears endeared you, the heartbeat that you loved listening to spiking.

"I'm sure, Sy."

"Right."

He didn't know if it was relief he felt as he held you, fingers kneading into the dip between your hips. He sighed. Gave you the smile that was only reserved for you.

"Why did you change the pillows?"

You tilted your head, smiled back, leaned down to kiss his nose. So it came back to the pillows.

"I wanted you to be comfortable whenever you collapse on the couch."

"The plants?"

"This place is stuffy without them."

"And the cleaning?"

"I don't like the way the staff cleaned our house."

He stared at you, those gorgeous garnet eyes of his looking at you with a mix of adoration and complete and utter confusion. He blew a breath.

"I was overthinking, then."

"You think so much all the time, I'm surprised it's taken you this long to short circuit."

"I didn't short circuit."

"You don't have access to seeing your expressions, darling."

You laughed when he pinched your sides before your hands slip up and cupped his face. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know." His voice dropped down an octave as he trailed open mouthed kisses from your shoulder to your neck. "I guess that's why you're making me insane."

You snorted. "You never needed my help with that, dumbass."

He nipped your neck, nuzzled. "I love you, too."

"Mm." But you took his hand, pressed it to your stomach, stared deep into his eyes. "Do you want to have children with me, Sy?"

Your eyes were impossibly deep that he couldn't look away. Couldn't even think of attempting it.

"Yes."

Straightforward as ever, Sylus is. You blew a breath.

Swung your legs over him and straddled him in one swift move.

"Maybe we can start trying now, then?"

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this has been running in my brain for days and i just had to write it asfsdg

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and another sylus fic but with a cat :>

[sat0sugu-angst]

Well, We've Got the Rest of the Night

A continuation of "I Only Need 10 Minutes" where you come home drunk an horny

wc: 2.8k

cw: super sappy bc im a sap, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), unprotected p in v, squirting, little bit of aftercare, subby reader, lemme know if i missed something

a/n: i'm back from the dead! this has been sitting in the drafts for agesss i've just been drabbling here and there and got it to a point where i thought yall might enjoy it too

rbs/comments let me know you liked my work! don't be shy 💓

MDNI

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You wave to your girlfriends from the front door as the Uber drives off. After fumbling with the keys a little, you eventually get the door open and stumble inside.

"Babe?!" You call out from the entryway. Even though you can't see him from the door, the light from the living room gives him away.

"Yeah, kitchen." He calls back. You work your way out of your shoes as you head deeper into the apartment, nearly falling, but you catch yourself on the corner of the counter.

Katsuki is sitting at the kitchen table, paperwork laid out before him, and his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. When he sees you, the tension in his face melts, and though he's not quite smiling at you, you can't help but grin. The way he looks at you, with a softened brow and an ease only you could give him, made you feel like you could fly. You come up behind him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

At first, you just hug him, making a contented noise in the back of your throat in greeting. "You have fun tonight?" His voice was level, but you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.

You smile a little while you nod into his neck, but then you're kissing the skin there. Your fingers glide slowly up and down his chest, lips brushing over his throat as you say, "I've been thinking about your mouth all night."

"Mm," his voice rumbles under your fingers. "Barely touched you'n you can't think about anything else, huh?" His hand rests lightly on your arm, and you feel his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. He was surprisingly affectionate, you realized early in the relationship. He never shied away from your touch, however casual or intimate, and returned your affection in kind. Katsuki may not always be able to proclaim his love in words, but the way he held you left no doubts about how he felt about you.

You shake your head in answer to his question, pulling back slowly so that your fingers brushed up his arms and shoulders. You use those same shoulders, and the chair next to him, to push yourself up onto the table, too drunk to care about sitting on his paperwork.

He was smiling at you with perfect ease, his lips quirking up as you made yourself comfortable. You lean in and clumsily press a quick kiss to his lips, barely steadying yourself with your hands on his chest. When you pull away, he's still smiling, a smug tinge in the way his eyes challenged you. You can't help but feel shy under the weight of his gaze. "Always think about how you touch me," you whisper.

There was something fond about the way he regarded you, his gaze thorough as it trailed down your body. He grabbed one of your ankles, the one closest to him, and moved your leg so that you had one on either side of him. Then his arms wrapped around your hips, grabbing at your ass just enough that he could pull you toward him, and you were right at the table's edge. Your dress bunched up at your hips, and your underwear was clearly visible.

He leaned in for another kiss, hands on either knee. He holds them wider so that he can lean right against you, and then they slide up through the insides of your thighs before settling back on your hips. His lips move from your mouth toward your jaw. "And how could I think about anything other than the way you look when I touch you? Fuck, look at you. Could barely get any work done knowing you were somewhere lookin’ so good."

His mouth moves toward your ear, stopping right beneath, breath teasing the sensitive skin there. "So fucking sexy. You dance a lot tonight?" You can't help the way you gasp as he runs his tongue up your neck, slowly and deliberately, tickling you in the best way. "You taste so fucking good." You realize he's probably tasting dried sweat from dancing all night, and feel heat between your legs.

His teeth lightly graze the skin where he'd been kissing you, and you let out a small cry in pleasure. One hand is on his chest, gripping the front of his shirt without a care about stretching the material. The other goes around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

Kissing down your body, he unzips your dress and pulls the straps over your shoulders in a heap of fabric in your lap, leaving you in only your lacy pink bra. His hands tease your breasts, running over them briefly on their way down to your legs.

He's watching you as he lifts your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Before you see his hands, being blocked by the fabric of your dress, you feel his fingers glide along your slit over your underwear. "Fuck," you gasp, sensitive, hands resting on his jaw, near his chin, leaning in to press your lips to his as his fingers tease you.

You're whining for more before he eventually moves the fabric aside, and he bites your lip when he feels how wet you are. "God, you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you?" He breathes against you as he runs his thumb through your slick, spreading it up to rub right where you'd been craving him. You find yourself grinding into his hand, whimpering against his lips as you kissed him harder.

He knows your body so well by now, you barely have to give him direction; with each whimper and cry, he shifts just so until he has you shaking in his arms. You feel yourself nearing your climax, and Katsuki can feel it, too. Feel how you begin to flutter around his fingers. "Fuck, baby, are you coming right now? Go ahead and come on these fingers."

But you stopped, trying to control your muscles and keep yourself from cresting over. You pull away so you can look him in the face. "No, not yet. It's your turn. I don't wanna come again unless you're inside me."

His brow quirks up in confusion. "But I'm already inside you." As if to prove his point, he thrusts into you meanly. You gasp, but he holds eye contact with you. "You really don't wanna come?" He asks, and you shake your head. He begins pulling out of you, slowly, and you can't help the noises you make. He smiles up at you. "Don't feel like it with the way you're clenching around me for more." And he presses back into you.

You cry out, muffling your voice by tucking into the crook of his neck. You can't help your blush. "Katsuki," you whine, but it's no use, his fingers resume in that painfully delicious rhythm and his thumb rubs circles against your clit. He grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck, gentle but unyielding as he pulls you back to look up at him.

There's something possessive in his eyes as he looks at you, but there's a softness, too. "Come on, baby, come on these fingers and I'll fuck you properly."

You clench involuntarily, wanting to look away from the weight of his gaze. Sensing you becoming self-conscious, he leans up to kiss your lips, his thumb applying just a little more pressure so he could press his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. He keeps you like that for a moment, sucking lightly on your lip before pulling back again. Most of your lipstick had smeared, ending up on his neck and mouth, but he was fascinated by the light swelling from the force of your kisses. "How you can still manage to feel embarrassed with me, I'll never understand." His voice is soft, even as he adds another finger, filling you more.

But how could someone get used to the intensity in his eyes? The way he looked at you, kissed you, touched you. It was greedy and deliberate, but oh, so gentle.

You look back from his eyes to his mouth, leaning in for more kisses. He reacts in kind, following the way your hips began to move against his fingers and slip his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help whining in his mouth as his fingers worked you up again, and it was only a matter of time until you could feel your climax washing over you in waves. "Katsuki, uh—" you leaned into him, tightening your arms around him and pressing your forehead against his.

"Just like that," He says, peppering kisses all over your face, anywhere he could reach, as his fingers guided you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I wanted to take you to bed, but I'm gonna hafta fuck you on this table."

He pulled away only a little once you'd come down, not enough to pull himself out of your arms, but your legs dropped down to either side of his hips. Just enough for him to work his buckle undone.

"Wait," you said, grabbing his arms and pulling them from his pants. You got down from the table now, nearly stumbling from the drink and your fresh high, but steadied yourself with your hands on his waist. You pull him in for one slow kiss, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit in the chair behind him before you were getting on your knees. You still held his hands in yours, and you guide his hand to your face.

"I wanna taste you now." You said, hoping the way your lips brushed against the tip of his finger enticed him. You could feel your arousal coating his fingers, and you pulled his finger into your mouth and sucked on it, tasting yourself.

Fuck, He thinks, because you were such a slutty girl when you were drunk. He was excited he could come along for the ride. "You're fucking perfect."

You sucked once more on his fingers before releasing it with a pop! and continued the work of getting his pants off.

He was already hard when you pulled down his underwear, tip damp with precum. And as well as he knew your body, you knew his. You knew exactly how he liked his cock to be sucked. With each grunt, you knew you were working him up and it was only a matter of time. He tossed his head back and you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him so that he had to look at you.

“Fuck,” He breathes, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. "I'm close."

"Mm," You hum, maintaining your pace.

"Fuck, wanna come inside you."

You have to pull off him for a moment to smile, grinning up at him sweetly. "You are inside me," you point out, echoing his words from earlier, before taking him back in your mouth.

He grins down at you, and he almost comes right there in your mouth, but Katsuki was used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Off, brat. Come sit on this cock."

Your body comes alive at the full force of his attitude, letting him pull you up. You’re trying to get your dress the rest of the way off, but with how it’s bunched, it won’t fit over your hips, and you quickly give up to work on your underwear, but Katsuki has other plans. He grabs a side with each hand and pulls, effortlessly ripping the lacy underwear in half and it falls away, leaving you bare to him.

“Katsuki!” You complain, but then his mouth is on yours, his hand in your hair, using his other hand to guide his cock as you took your place in his lap. As you lowered yourself on top of him, you pressed your lips to his for a kiss, whining into his mouth as his tip pushed into you.

You have a hard time holding yourself up in the kitchen chair, not quite enough room on either side of his legs for you to hold yourself up. You gasp as you fully settle in, how deep he presses inside you, you're certain you can feel him in your stomach. You whine, trying to use your arms to lift yourself up, but you feel his hands circle your waist, grabbing at your hips. "Don't gotta do a thing, baby." And then he thrusts. Hard.

The force of him pulling out and slamming back into you forces a breathy yell out of you. "Fuck, Katsuki!" You breathe, holding onto him for dear life.

"I know, baby," He says, as he sets a steady pace, the head of his dick bumping into that spot that has your whole body set alight. "You can take it. Just take this cock, baby." All you can do is hold onto him, trying to relax your muscles to let him in, but you feel him hit that spot over and over.

"Katsuki, please, I feel funny. Slow down or I'm gonna make a mess."

But there's no talking sense into Katsuki, not with the way you hug his dick so well. You wanna make a mess for him? He'd never turn down that kind of opportunity. "Just come, baby."

"You're not gonna wanna clean up tonight, we can't leave it til morning."

"Don't worry so much," He says, and punctuates his point by readjusting the angle of his hips so that he rocks against your g-spot again.

You only have time to let out a quiet, "fuck," before you both feel your release in his lap. You feel your muscles contract around his dick, and soon you feel the warmth of him coming inside. You're unable to stop the gentle moans falling from your mouth as he continues small thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, trying to muffle yourself in his neck.

He rubs your back gently as you both come down. For a moment, it's just the sound of you both breathing heavily against each other. You're tuckered out, exhaustion from the night hitting you as you relax in his arms.

Then he's up, holding you against him. You cry out when the shift of positions causes him to slip out of you, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. "Katsuki," you grumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Sorry, baby. Just wanna get you ready for bed before you pass out."

He carries you through the house and to your bathroom. You try to protest, but Katsuki is just as stubborn about cleanup as he is about how he fucks you, and after brushing your teeth and taking a shower together, he takes you back in his arms. Normally, you’d protest being carried around like a doll, but in the moment, you can't find it in you to complain, not when he smells like fresh soap and his skin is warm against yours.

When he sets you on the bed, you recline all the way back, closing your eyes. He rustles around the room, but when he goes quiet you open your eyes, finding him standing above you, now dressed, with a set of pajamas in hand. "C'mon, baby, time to put some clothes on."

You whine. "thought you liked me better without clothes," you tease, rolling over on your stomach and pretending to sleep.

You hear him scoff, and then the weight on the bed shifts as he presses in close to you. "Brat, you just wanna be babied, huh?"

You don't open your eyes, but you can't help the smile teasing your lips. “Well, I can do it myself, I just know how much you like to baby me.”

He grunts, but then you feel the bed shift, then the gentle pressure of his body laying atop yours as he holds himself up so his body rests against yours just so. “Been babyin’ you. C’mon ‘n be a good girl for me now.”

Your insides twist deliciously, and sigh dramatically. “Well I guess since you’ve been so nice,” you tease, and shift so you’re laying under him, facing up.

He snorts, pushing up to allow you to do the same. “Only for you.” You roll your eyes, but follow his lead and dress yourself. But mother hen was in a doting mood, and even after being teased, he helped you into your pajamas.

Once you were dressed, he stretches his arms over his head, yawning before crawling in beside you. He pulls you against him roughly, and you let him, tucking your head into his neck to inhale his fresh scent. “I did like that set, though.” you say, smiling against his neck.

He grunts. “Bra’s still intact.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.”

He hugs you a bit tighter. “Night.”

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 7

Day Six | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Eight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Morning sex; fingering; oral sex; safe sex; vaginal sex

It was rare to wake up with him, and rarer still to have the time to linger. 

Waking up to Matt was always a beautiful sight, but you had time to indulge in the early morning light, and in the calm Saturday morning quiet. You rolled onto your back as you eyed the alarm clock on the bedside table. You still had a little while before the alarm would go off. You could always try and fall back asleep for a little bit…Or you could get up early and make breakfast for the two of you. 

Well. Make breakfast was a little much. When you were this sleepy, you were far more likely to just order something for the two of you and put it on plates when it got there. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing Matt as he slept.

You carefully rolled over, tucking your hands under your head and taking in his sleeping face. There was a small cut on the bridge of his nose, but you couldn’t see any other outward shows of his typical nightly activities. You reached out hesitantly, trailing your knuckles gently over his cheek. You smiled as his brows furrowed a little, his breath drawing in just a touch sharper than a moment before. You didn’t need him to say a thing to know better. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” You murmured. 

“You didn’t,” He reassured, voice low and gravelly in a way that tickled your brain. “I was on my way the second you moved.” 

“So I did wake you.” 

“Mm, but not in the way you thought you did.” Matt reached out, his fingers tracing gently over your hip before he smoothed his hand around your back, drawing you into his chest. You cuddled closer, sliding a leg between his and nuzzling into his neck. You drew in a deep breath, then hummed softly. He smelled so nice, the scent of his body wash curling around you.

“Someone showered when they got in,” You teased.  

“I didn’t want to come to bed reeking like the Hudson.”

It was enough to make you reel back, your face twisted in concern. Matt shook his head gently, smoothing a hand up over your arm. 

“Just a…Little midnight swim," He added.

“In the Hudson? Voluntarily?”

“Not exactly.” 

“...You worry the hell out of me.” 

“I know. Sorry.”

“Are you?”

You were teasing, of course, but Matt’s earnest insistence of, “I am,” made your stomach flip. Your gaze dropped to his chest as you swallowed thickly. 

“You’re a real a sap, Murdock,” You mumbled. 

“You bring it out in me.” Matt’s hand lifted to gently grasp your chin, gently drawing you in for a kiss. You relaxed as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, chased by another, and then a third. You sighed softly, smoothing your hand over his cheek, up into his soft hair. Matt steered you back onto the mattress, humming against your lips. You smiled as his lips trailed down, brushing over the curve of your chin before smoothing down along the line of your neck. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” You mumbled. Matt slid his hand over your thigh, giving it a squeeze. 

“I think breakfast can wait,” Matt murmured. Your smile widened as his kisses trailed further down, his hand sneaking up under the fabric of your nightdress. You drew your knees up, cradling Matt’s hips as he pressed closer, easing the fabric up to bare your chest. The heat of his lips was maddening as he trailed his lips between the valley of your breasts, then turned his head, tracing the curve of one, then swiping his tongue along the nipple. You moaned softly, hips pressing against Matt’s as you felt him hardening against your thigh. 

You sighed his name softly as turned his head, giving your other breast the same treatment. His lips drifted down over your belly as he scooched back, the covers drawing away from your body as he moved. Matt’s hand slid warmly over your thigh, further parting your legs for him. You bit your lip as he trailed the tip of his nose over your pubic mound, then flicked his tongue teasingly against your lips. 

Before you could even think to beg, Matt opened his mouth just a touch wider, swiping his tongue broadly across your lips. You let your head rest back against the pillows, eyes falling shut as the tip of his tongue traced your slit, then swirled achingly slowly around your clit. You let out a breathy moan as the swirls turned to lazy upward strokes, stopping only when Matt closed his lips around the sensitive nub, giving your clit a gentle, sucking kiss. You reached down, sliding your fingers into his hair and gently scraping your nails over his scalp. Matt’s moan rumbled against you, the vibration making your thighs twitch around his shoulders. 

Matt’s tongue drifted lower, teasing at where you were growing more and more wet. He slipped a hand up over your inner thigh before he gently tapped the tip of your finger against your fluttering entrance. He tipped his chin up, lapping at your clit again as he eased his fore and middle fingers into you. You whimpered, raising your hands to toy and teased your breasts, cupping them and sweeping your thumbs over the pebbled nipples. Matt tipped his head from side to side, laving his tongue across your lips and clit as he gently curled and pumped his fingers into your slick channel. 

“Matt,” You warned softly, feeling the familiar heat coil in your stomach. He hummed in encouragement, leveling another sucking kiss to your clit, chased by swift lapping strokes. You gave your nipples a light pinch, moaning as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around his still-pumping fingers. He turned his head as you settled, brushing his slick lips against your quivering inner thigh. 

You untangled your fingers from his hair, trailing your knuckles along his jaw. 

“Lay back,” You urged softly. Matt smiled, straightening from where he was nestled between your thighs. You sat up, drawing off your nightdress and tossing it aside as Matt lay back down beside you. You leaned over him, kissing him gently, then tracing your tongue across his lips as your hand drifted down his body. You teased your nails over his muscled chest and abdomen, then traced your fingers over the band of his boxer-briefs, smoothing over his hard cock. You grinned as you felt it twitch beneath your touch, and heard Matt grunt softly. You massaged him through the soft fabric before you slid your hand beneath the band. Matt’s mouth opened beneath yours, your tongue tangling together as he sighed into the heady kiss. 

You tugged the band of the boxer-briefs down, allowing his cock to bob heavily between his legs. You lightly cupped it, loosely teasing up and down the thick shaft, and giggling as Matt’s hips chased the tantalizing heat. You turned your head, swiping your tongue across your lips as you eyed the flushed head, smoothing your thumb over the tip. You shifted, kneeling on the mattress and taking his cock between your lips. He groaned low in his chest, his palm smoothing over your ass as you took him more deeply into your mouth. You took him in in slowly, savoring the weight of the spongy head against your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his glans as your hand massaged the shaft. 

“Fuck,” Matt sighed, fingers drifting down your inner thigh, trailing between your damp lips to tease your still-tender clit. It was just a moment before his fingers eased into you again, pumping lazily. You whimpered, unable to help it. You drew back and tipped your head to the side, pillowing your lips along the shaft as your fingers traced the veined underside. His cock twitched again, a pearl of precum forming at the tip. You leaned up, tenderly swiping the bead away before taking his head back into your mouth. 

Matt loosed another soft, gravelly groan, his hips tipping up into your mouth just a little bit. 

“Sweetheart,” He murmured, “C’mere.” 

You pouted a little bit, giving his shaft another swipe with your tongue before leaning back. Your pout turned to a smile as Matt rolled over, grabbing a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. You laid down, watching him kneel up and roll the condom on. He leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head as the other hand grasped his cock. He teased the tip along your opening, smiling as you tipped your hips up into the teasing swipe. Your smile faltered, mouth opening in a moan as he eased into you. You licked your lips, raising your hands to cup Matt’s cheeks as he pushed into you slowly. His lashes fluttered as your pussy throbbed around him, and you watched him swallow thickly as a flush spread across his cheeks. You leaned up, catching Matt’s lips with yours in a sweet kiss. He sighed against your lips, shifting to prop your hips up with his, steadying himself and resting his free hand on your hip. You slid your legs over his, kissing Matt languidly as his hips began to grind. 

The two of you moaned and sighed against one another’s lips as Matt fucked you with slow, lazy rolls of his hips. He broke your kiss to turn his head, pressing his face into your neck. Your eyes slipped closed as you rested you hand on the nape of his neck. His hot breath brushed across your skin as you felt him grunting and whining against your neck. 

“Matt,” You whimpered. “You feel so good.” 

You could feel him fighting to keep his pace even, and it sent a thrill through you. You turned your head, lips brushing his ear. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, Matt?” 

He groaned, teeth sinking into your tender flesh, his hips nearly slapping against yours. You gasped at the sharp sensation, chased by his tongue soothing hotly over the stinging skin. He slid a hand between the two of you, teasing the tips of his fingers over your tingling clit. You whimpered, turning your head a touch further to catch his lips again. Your tongues slipped together before you had to lean back, panting as you surrendered to the sensation of him filling you. You were so close—you could feel Matt still holding back, too. 

“Fuck, Matt, please, please,” You begged. Matt nodded, tongue swiping across your lips as he rubbed his fingers across your clit, giving you just what you needed. You came again, moaning against his lips as you tightened around him. A guttural groan punched out of Matt’s chest a few moments later, his hips jolting, then stalling against yours. 

He lowered himself over you, resting his head on your shoulder as you curled your arms around him. You sighed softly, smiling as Matt pressed another kiss to your fresh hickey. 

“...How about bacon egg and cheese from that place around the corner?” You offered. Matt nodded a little. 

“I can live with that.” 

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[house-of-slayterr]

Caught in the Heart of the Storm

Something was up.

That much you could tell when you woke up on this stormy morning. The base was cold, freezing actually , like someone had left a window open. A low groan leaves your slightly cracked lips as your warp the blanket around you, going to look around for the culprit of the chills running down your spine.

You relaxed a little seeing Frenchie still passed out on the couch, fast asleep unaware of the raging storm just above them. The boys deserved sleep, it been a hard week. Something you felt in your bruised and scraped up body. But you’d gotten another supe, so everything felt worth it. The world was a little safer without that asshole in it.

Next you checked the Desk, MM was still asleep on his chair. Him and Butcher rarely ever relaxed enough to fully sleep, but his breathing was even. You found Hughie in the spare room, made for when any of the team mates are passed out or get knocked out on a mission. Butcher was in the chair by the TV, arms crossed over his chest as he slept. A kimiko was in the other cot, snuggled safely in her blankets.

Everyone was safe, so then, why did you still feel weird. If nobody was in danger why were you senses screaming at you. But that’s when you heard another window shatter upstairs. You drop the blanket, reaching for frenchies knife on the coffee table as you make your way up to the abandon building you were under.

Not sure if you were to expect a fight or just a storm causing collateral damage. But you froze when you saw a mass in the middle of the floor, like it’d just blown in from the window. One of the tarps had loosely wrapped around it as you inched closer to see what, no who it was. You were certain the person was unconscious, they’d made no attempt to move in the last sixty seconds.

You bend down slowly, moving the tarp slightly, but drop it back down when you quickly realise the poor sap is naked. Strange.

You leave the tarp of his face though, it doesn’t look familiar, you don’t see many scraps that would be consistent with him being tossed through a window either. No glass in his skin, just an unconscious , naked man wrapped in a tarp. This must be why you felt off. You were meant to find him. But why.

He was breathing, that’s the only reason you knew he wasn’t dead, well that and the lack of any obvious injuries. You shake him slightly trying to wake him, when that doesn’t work you slap him, yet still nothing.

“Oh fuck me” you groan.

You could go downstairs to wake the boys but they were more apt to respond with immediate violence and distrust, well everyone but Hughie. You sigh, bending down to warp your arms under his, trying to keep his dignity a little by dragging the tarp with you, as you drag him downstairs.

“Sorry buddy, if you didn’t have any bruise before you might now”

You say cringing slightly as his skin softly thuds against each step, you move him to the rug, not too close to any of the boy were he’d be in immediate danger, but not somewhere so uncomfortable. You move back to the side room, raising the dresser for some of Hughies clothes. He’d fit. But the question was, was it weirder to change him, at least he’d have clothes on when the boys woke, or should you just leave him naked. You figured you’d already seen him. You’ve had to dress an unconscious butcher before, he was much heavier than the smaller man.

You decide it was better to do so,, now checking his body in better lighting and still seeing no bruises, signs of anything broken. It was absurd to think he just materialised out of nowhere. But stranger things have happened in this Supe infested world. After struggling for nearly 15 mins you got the underwear, sweats and an old Tshirt on him. You stood back to admire your work, finally noticing how gentle his face looked when he slept.

It reminded you of Hughie, you long term crush. One you weren’t willing to admit out of fear of ruining the currently winning dynamic of your little antihero team. His hair was fluffier though, the curls more obvious as they clung to his slightly sweaty body. You had noticed he was quite warm when you found him, but you didn’t know what to make of this information.

As you go to move a curl out of his face he finally wake up. At first his blinks are slow but at the feel of your touch you suddenly feel a tight grip on your wrist, stronger than you expected.

“Who are you?” He asks coldly

“I should be asking you that pretty boy” you let the pet name slip in you shock mixed with anger at how he spoke to you after all you just did for him.

“Keep your voice down ass, unless you want everyone in here to wake up and immediately try to kill you. Got it” you whisper seethe.

“Who are you?” He asks again much softer and quieter.

“My names Y/N, least that’s what everyone calls me. I found you unconscious upstairs, figured bringing you down here was better than leaving you to that storm”

He nods slowly taking in your words. He looks down at himself noticing the clothes that aren’t his and raises an eyebrow, relizing he not in his hero costume he decided to give his civilian name.

“Adrian. And I have no clue where I am.”

“I would hope not, only an idiot would come here uninvited”

“These clothes aren’t mine”

“You didn’t come here with any. Sorry, figured you didn’t want everyone to see your dick dude.”

He blushes.

“Sorry, I literally just woke up before finding you, I don’t know anything more about this than seemingly you do.”

“It’s ok. I’m just confused, I went to sleep in my bed and woke up here.”

You freeze looking for any signs of lying but find none.

“Really? How curious.”

You flinch a little when you hear cluttering in the kitchen, desperate for the person who woke up first to be Hughie, not wanting to deal with MM’s endless questions or Butcher’s dick-headery at this hour.

“Hugh?” You call softly.

You receive a light hum in response and your heart calms.

“You stay right here I’ll be right back. Keep your mouth shut until I’m back ok?”

Adrian hold up his hands in mock defeat and watches as you leave his line of sight. He adjusts how he’s sitting and fixes the strangers clothes on his body.

“Hughie can we talk a sec? It’s urgent” you say above a whisper.

“Yeah, did something happen? You ok?”

You can see the tinge of panic in his eyes.

“I’m fine, just irritated. We have a visitor and I’m trying to figure out how to wake the boys up without them immediately jumping at his throat.”

You can see the gears in his head turning as he sips his coffee.

“You would have given a name if you knew them.” He points out.

“He says his name is Adrian.” You sigh. “He has no clue how he got here and neither do I, pretty much watched him just materialise upstairs in the middle of the storm.”

“He’s down here?”

“Yes Hugh, god drink more of you coffee your useless when you first wake” you say harshly, cringing a little after.

Hughie frowns holding his coffee closer. “You’re starting to sound like butcher.”

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I just got no sleep last night and had to drag a man twice my size down a flight of stairs by myself. Forgive me for being a little on edge and irritable right now. Hughie please, I just need an idea. I believe him when he says he doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know who any of us are, since I know M and B will ask.”

“Put him in the back after we wake Kimi, she can help keep Frenchie in check, you know MM asks questions first, and Butcher, well I can stay with Adrian and you handle him. He listens to you a little bit more.”

A small smile curls on your lips watching him take charge of the situation. You would admit it was kinda hot, but that thought would have to wait for later.

“He’s in the living room, I’ll go wake my favorite girl” you kiss his cheek satisfied with his plan and go to wake the woman.

She was hard to wake sometimes, not because she slept hard, but because she often woke up fighting, much like Butcher. You gentle hum a little tune, Kimi has come to recognise it as her own personal alarm from you. It was gentle but just loud enough to wake her from her sleep. She appreciated that you never rushed her to wake.

She stretches softly looking at you confused.

“Sorry to wake you princess, but we have a guest we need to help. I need you on Frenchie duty today to make sure he behaves ok?” You kiss her forehead for good measure.

She was easy to bribe with love and kindness, and often times food. Since you came empty handed the former will have to work. She nods at you taking in your words, giving you a small thumbs up.

“Thank you Kimi, I owe you cake from your favorite shop later ok?”

You smile brighter when she smiles up at you.

“I promise if this new guy is swindling me in any way, I’ll take the fall for this. If he tries to touch any of you I’ll take him out myself.”

You leave her to get dressed going back to Hughie who’s now sitting on a chair starring down at Adrian.

“He won’t say anything.”

You chuckle lightly.

“That’s because he’s a good boy” you smirk “I told him to be quiet until I got back.”

“Oh thank god, I hate playing the silent game.”

Your light laughter fills the air just enough to slowly wake butcher. Him curious to what would cause such a sound at this hour. Hughie blushes at your choice of words, finding it strange the man didn’t say anything about you calling him a good boy.

“And you listened?” He asks bewildered.

“How I see it, she’s my only way out of this, she’s the only one I trust right now so I’m staying in her good side the best I can.”

“Smart too. Maybe you can be useful until I can find a way to get you home.”

“Useful how?” Both men ask at once.

“Come on Adrian… you really think I don’t know how to sniff out a vigilante?”

You watch as his muscle tense at that specific word, tilting your head curiously.

“What? Vigilante, no, I’m Adrian, I told you-“ he babbles out.

“Relax Adrian, I still don’t know who or what you are specifically, I just meant you’re like us. I can see it in the way your hold yourself. The only people who wake up like you do are people who have seen and been through some shit. I know you’re not some normie civilians. They tend not to get plucked out of their realities in the middle of the night.”

“Like you?”

“Reality?” Hughie ask.

You shrug. “My best guess. Only think that makes sense. Storm caused an anomaly- Adrian was it storm where you were too?”

“Yes, there was a hail storm with a tornado warning.”

“So the two stroke collided and you just so happened to be the unlucky fellow who got transported in the anomaly. Never believed in worm holes until you crashed through the window.”

“How would we get him back if that’s the case, I’m sure there people back home who miss him.”

“That’s the part I don’t-“

“Who are we getting home?”

Butcher stands behind you, arms crossed and face grumpy as usual as he looks at the peculiar scene before him.

“Care to explain yourself cupcake?” He raises a brow at you.

“Maybe I should just wait for all of you to be up to explain. Butcher, this is Adrian, as far as you’re concerned he’s a new friend. I swear if you touch him when my backs turned, I will take your left testicle.”

“Already so defensive of your new pet?” He muses.

“Maybe I am. Just because you hate the world doesn’t mean I have to. We don’t have to agree on all of our moral standings.”

“Don’t come crying to me if this poor bloke betrays you Sweets. You trust to easy”

“Some of us have intuition and compassion William, our cause can wait one day to help him out”

“One day?”

“One day, that’s all I’m asking. After that I won’t make him be your problem anymore.”

Butchers smart enough to know you chose your words carefully. He knew you’d continue to help him whether he was on board or not. He lets out a sigh that sounds more like a frustrated growl.

“Let me get MM and Frenchie on board and then maybe we can figure out how to help your little charity case. I need a smoke.” He leaves to go upstairs.

“Well that could have gone a lot worse” you sigh. “Sorry about him, he’s just like that.”

“He reminds me of Clemson, just with a funny accent.”

“Clemson?”

“My boss, well my best friends boss, I just hang out with him because I can. Don’t know if I’m like forcibly on the team or anything.”

You grin. “So I was right you are a vigilante.”

“The Vigilante actually, that’s what the news calls me at least. And my friends.”

Hughie relaxes a little now that the hardest person to convince didn’t immediately threaten anyone.

You knew you could get the others on board once they woke up, but getting him home was gonna take a lot longer than one day. Perhaps you could multitask, take down the supes and find someone who can tear a hole back to his reality. Easier said than done right.

An: and cliffhanger… if this was bad, ignore it, if you want more, comment or reblog asking for part 2. I tried my best. Also comment who you want to end up with, Hughie, Adrian… both 👀

Tag: @mothmans-kingdom @kados-of-chaos

[elliezlils11utt]

Imagine it’s your birthday and you had to work. Slugging yourself to endure the pain of your lousy job, but more importantly having to spend your day away from your girlfriend. She had woken you up that morning with wet kisses littered all over your face, her giddy little smile was the fist thing you saw when you woke up. You can’t help but smile at her soft touch when she pushed your hair away to better see you. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth before whispering “g’mornin, birthday girl.”

Your stomach flew with butterflies as you thought about the “surprise” she had promised you from when you got home. Ellie was always such a sap, a romantic even. But in her own special way.

So when you trudged through the hallways of you and Ellie’s apartment complex your mind started filling with fantasy’s you hoped would come true.

“Happy birthday pretty girl! ” She smiled as you walked into your shared apartment. Your guy’s little dinning table decorated with colorful wild flowers and a card that was propped up in front of your cake. A heart shaped one tier cake with small cherry details. Swirly whipped cream layered in the center of the sweet treat, topped with a cherry.

“Awah baby, you seriously didn’t have to do all this!” You gushed. Your arms fly around her tightly. Grinning ear to ear, you place a kiss on the tip of her freckled nose. She flushes completely. Cute.

“Gotta give the birthday girl what she deserves.” You skip over to the table, playfully inspecting the cake. “Chocolate?”

“Yup” she answers walking up to the table as well.

“Buttercream frosting?”

Her finger swiftly swoops up a bit of the frosting, and smears it onto your nose. Giggling

“Check”

You sarcastically roll your eyes at her playful mood.

“Cherrys?”

She plucks the fruit by the stem, pulling it off of the cake and squeezes your your mouth open letting her place the red fruit onto your tongue.

“Check”

You savor the sweet fruit in your mouth enjoying the cute moment. “Good.” You giggle. As she scoops you into her arms. Her hands rest on your waist while your own sit at her shoulders wrapped around her neck. You guys gently dace to the soft music she had placed in the record player.

“It’s perfect baby. thank you.” You whisper, looking into her deep green eyes. You swipe her auburn hair behind her ear, to see her freckled face stareing back down at you. “I know my girl.”

She closes the small gap between the two of you. You feel her smirk into the kiss, and mumble against your lips “mm, cherry.” She muttered. That iconic chuckle rings through your ears. And you giggle. Kissing her with more desperation she hugs you closer to her.

“Oh, and I have one more thing for the princess.” She abruptly says, sneaking away from the kiss she rushes into the bedroom and come back out with a tiny pink box. Which was poorly wrapped with a white bow slapped in the front of it. I mean, it’s the thought that counts right..? She places it down on the table and ushers you into your seat, she seats herself opposite of you. Waiting eagerly for you to open your gift, she rests her head in her hands. Propping herself up on her elbows. “Well, go on then! Open it!”

You roll your eyes playfully before tearing open the wrapping paper. “Amazing wraping skills el’s.” You tease

“I know right?” She agrees, sarcasm lacing her words.

A small brown box is left before you. Upon lifting the lid you find a little toy tiara. Your eyes land on the toy & you let out a loud laugh. You pick up the tiara and place it onto your head, tilting it a little bit to the side. Ellie’s smile says it all. “How do I look?” You say sarcastically. She just smiles, her eyes never leaving yours. “Like my princess”

A/n: my birthday was yesterday & I wrote this bc birthday fluff with el’s is fucking everything. This was supposed to be smut but my baby Ellie deserves more cute fluffy fics. 🎂

[vodika-vibes]

Hello my dear! Tis I, 💋 anon here to celebrate 500 followers with you!!

Can I please have topaz (affectionate love) with Fixer in the winter, please? I think sending Fixer to get a list of ingredients for baking more cookies while the reader gets started on the first batch would be a cute story idea.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Pen and sword, my dear!

Love,

💋 anon

@kiss-anon

Easier

Summary: Fixer loves you, and wants to make your life easier, in any way that he can.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 590

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't able to squeeze in winter here, unless you wanna picture that they're preparing for a Life Day party. It didn't make sense since they were inside the whole time. Sorry

“I’m back!”

You look up from where you’re eyeing the bowl of half formed dough critically, a small smile crossing your face at the familiar voice echoing through your home. 

You hear the quiet sound of boots being kicked off, and then Fixer is standing in the kitchen, unpacking the bags. “I got everything you needed. And then some.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” You note as you walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist from behind, burying your face in his back and inhaling the fresh, clean scent of him, before you peek around him, “What extra did you get?”

He glances at you, a small smile on his lips, before he lightly tugs you under his arm and presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “Well, I got everything on your list.” He motions to the eggs and the small bottle of vanilla, “But I also bought you some ice cream,” He gestures to the carton of speciality ice cream you prefer, “some breading for the chicken tomorrow. And,” He picks up a bag of what you thought was chocolate chips, but, now that you’re looking at it properly, you realize that they’re peanut butter chips.

“Ooh,” You take the bag thoughtfully, “If I mix these with the chocolate chips I already have-”

Fixer chuckles and tugs the bag from your hand, setting it back on the table, “I thought you might agree that it was a good idea.”

“You always have the best ideas,” You praise him with a broad grin, drawing an almost shy smile to his lips, “I love you.” You breath out, almost to yourself, though based on the way that his cheeks darken, you weren’t quiet enough. 

“Love you more,” Fixer replies, as he lightly cups your face with his hands, “Every,” He presses a kiss against your lips, “Single,” Another kiss, “Inch.” A third kiss.

And by that point your giggling and have your hands pressed over his, “Fixer-”

“Mm?”

“You can be such a sap sometimes.” You say through your giggles.

His eyes gleam with mischief, a look reserved for you and you alone, and his hands drop to your waist before he spins you away from the table and into the middle of the kitchen.

You squeal, and then dissolve into laughter as he sinks you into a dip, his arms secure around you. You never have to worry about falling when he’s around. 

“Fixer! I have to get back to the cookies!”

“What? I’m not allowed to dance with my perfect cyare?” He teases as he pulls you back up and catches your lips in a deep kiss.

“If,” You’re interrupted by a press of his lips against yours again, “the party, Fixer-” You mumble against his lips as he draws you even closer.

“We won’t be late.”

“But the cookies!”

“My rotten brothers don’t deserve your cookies,” He counters as he twirls  you in his arms, and then draws you back against him.

“But then we’ll be the only ones not bringing something-” You point out, gasping when he interrupts your statement with another heated press of his lips against yours.

“They get the pleasure of your company.” Fixer corrects with a grin.

“You’re impossible.” You say with a sigh.

“True.” He doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic about it either.

So you giggle and stand on your toes to kiss him gently, “Will you help me finish the cookies?”

His smile is warm and adoring, “Anything you want, cyare.”

[violetsareblue-selfships]

#23. Movie Night / Slasher

Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 377] / ooh my first time writing for her <3 basically just fluff so i hope you enjoy it :3

The movie night starts as it typically does. The two of them cuddle under a blanket together, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Occasionally, they'll comment about the movie but mostly, they stay silent, enjoying each other's presence.

Though now that they're halfway through the second movie, the mood's shifted. It's not hard to grow sleepy cuddled with your partner after all.

The popcorn bowl sits abandoned on the coffee table, filled only with the unpopped kernels and anything too hard for them to eat comfortably. April is now laying fully draped over Feixiao's body, one ear pricked up to listen to the movie, though it's hard to focus with her lover's fingers combing through the fur of her tail.

"Fei…?" The whisper is so quiet that it'd be hard for anyone without Foxian senses to hear it.

"Mm? What is it, sweetheart?" One of Feixiao's hands shifts to idly run up and down April's spine, and she smirks at the soft sound she makes in return.

April nuzzles her nose against Feixiao's neck, her scent relaxing her even further. The scent of anyone she considers part of her pack is particularly soothing, but especially that of her mate. When all sleepy like this, her mind lapses further into her lupine instincts.

"Love you, my mate…" She mumbles, letting out a soft yawn as she snuggles in further. The movie no longer matters to her.

Feixiao's heart flutters at the sound and she turns the volume of the movie down, pressing a kiss to the top of April's shoulder. "I love you too. Now sleep. I know I got you up early this morning."

"I didn't mind…" April murmurs drowsily. "I like spending the morning with you…" It's just that Feixiao gets up so much earlier than she has to. Usually, she's able to go back to bed once Fei's gone off to work, but this morning it didn't work out that way.

A soft, surprised laugh leaves Feixiao at her words, her arms tightening a little around her. "Sap," She admonishes, though there's no heat in it. "Seriously, though. Sleep. I've got you."

"Mmm…" April nods, burying her nose more firmly against her mate's neck.

Is there anywhere safer for her to sleep than in Feixiao's arms?

[negativepeanuthoarder]

PLEASE MORE PREGGOS SAP N DNN PLEASEEE either angst or fluff

Alright I'm going to set a timer for 20 minutes and write as much as I can :)

944 words, not proofread, Mpreg, no smut, one mention of weight gain/loss

"I feel awful," Sapnap grumbles, lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling. He really has - waking up every morning with horrible vomiting and fatigue, unable to do much of anything except lie down and sleep, and he can't even do that half the time.

"I know," Dream walks past and touches Sapnap's head before putting a cup of tea on the little table beside him. It's ginger tea, supposed to soothe his upset stomach.

Sapnap sips at it weakly, exhausted. "What even causes this stuff anyways?"

"It's probably just a virus," Dream assures as George walks into the room, spotting Sapnap and Dream on the couch and making a beeline for them both.

"It can't be a virus," George comments casually, leaning onto Sapnap like a nosy cat. "You've been sick for like a week now and none of us have caught it."

Sapnap sighs. "Do you think it's going to go away?"

"Probably," Dream assures. "If you throw up tomorrow we'll go to the doctor's."

"Mm," Sapnap mumbles, rolling over a little and burying himself in throw pillows and blankets, wanting nothing more then to nap for a while and hopefully sleep this off.

George inches closer until they're cuddled up against one another and Dream smiles at them both, gently leaning to kiss Sapnap's forehead and George's cheek, before standing. "I've got some work to do in my office, okay? But I promise I'll be right back when I'm done, we can watch a movie or play a game."

"Okay," Sapnap mumbles. "Can you email someone for me and tell them I can't stream?"

"Of course," Dream assures. "Love you."

"Love you too," Sapnap mumbles, sighing as he finally sinks into the mattress and into a dreamless sleep.

-

George is deeply suspicious of this.

For one, Sapnap throwing up constantly without getting Dream and George sick is weird enough on it's own, but there's other things he's picking up on that neither Sapnap nor Dream seem to notice.

Sapnap frequently leaving their bed in the middle of the night, avoiding foods he used to like while gravitating towards stuff he normally hates, the slight weight gain even though they've been working out all the time.

All signs point to Sapnap being pregnant, which is completely ridiculous because Sapnap can't get pregnant.

Which is why George hasn't brought it up.

But today's as good a day as any to bring this up to Dream and ask what he thinks. George is getting a little sick of feeling like the only person around here with eyeballs.

He releases Sapnap gently, running his hand over his boyfriend's midsection just in case, wondering if he's actually right, if there is a little baby growing inside Sapnap. Sapnap whines in his sleep and rolls over, away from George, and George slips out of the living room and to Dream's office.

"Can we talk?" He asks, knocking at the open door.

Dream tugs off his headphones. "Yeah, what's up?"

George sighs. This is going to be a weird conversation so he might as well get it out of the way. "I think Sapnap's pregnant."

Dream stares at him for a long moment before snorting, amused. "Okay. That's pretty funny - just because he's caught something or had food poisioning doesn't mean he's-"

"I'm serious," George frowns at him. "He's getting up all the time, has all this weird food stuff, sleeps all day, he's sick, and on top of that he's gained a little weight. He's pregnant."

Dream looks at George for a long moment, trying to process that information. "But... George he's - he can't get pregnant, he doesn't even have a like... uterus. That's impossible."

"It's either that or he's got some weird illness that's masqerading as pregnancy," George sighs. "Look it couldn't hurt to take a pregnancy test, can it?"

Dream looks skeptical. "Yeah, that won't hurt, but good luck convincing Sapnap he's pregnant."

George slinks off, ordering a pregnancy test for same-day delivery online as he does so, and trots back to the living room.

-

Turns out Sapnap is extremely easy to convince he needs to take a pregnancy test. He thinks it's a joke and humors George by taking it.

And then it comes back positive. He's pregnant. He really is pregnant. Sapnap is pregnant.

"This doesn't- I'm not even- I shouldn't-" Sapnap mutters, sitting down at a barstool while Dream and George get food for the three of them. "This shouldn't even be possible."

"Well... we'll get a good look at the doctor's office tomorrow," Dream sighs, before walking over to kiss Sapnap's head. "But until then you probably need to rest for a little, okay?"

Sapnap agrees, purely because he's really tired and just wants to nap in their bed. He also wants them to snuggle with him, and he wants the cats to snuggle with him too, even though they're entirely disinterested in doing that.

Except Patches, who leans against him and purrs while he sleeps, warm and safe in their big bed. Dream joins him a little later with a laptop to work on, and George climbs in with his phone. He likes resting his hand on Sapnap's tummy.

George loves it, loves feeling like he's holding a baby inside Sapnap, a little jelly bean. Their baby, all three of them. Their little baby growing inside Sapnap. He loves it. He loves them already, because they're a part of Sapnap and George loves Sapnap and he loves Dream and he loves whatever this is.

Even if this is all a false alarm. But that's a worry for tomorrow. Today George is happy with his boyfriends and their baby.

[angellayercake]

Omg Kiss Prompt 32 with either Primo or Secondo pleeeeaaase! It’s so sweet! Mm, makes me want a good Tiramisu.

I went with Primo because no one had asked for any smooches with him yet!

32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

It had been so many years you barely made a fuss of your anniversary anymore but there was no harm in giving him a small token of your appreciation. Not when after all this time he still gave you butterflies when you saw him unexpectedly across the abbey. He still surprised you with flowers he handpicked on his way back to your rooms. You had exchanged your long nights of partying and passion for comfort and companionship, more through necessity than choice but it had been a pleasant surprise to you both when your love had only deepened. 

Twenty years later here you were, attempting to make his favourite dessert for the first time and it looked underwhelming to say the least. You hold up your recipe book looking between the example picture and the sad dish that sat on your counter and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You could see the coffee pooling in the corners that should have been absorbed by the sponge, the sponge that should be sat in uniform layers churned up and crumbling apart into the cream, and the cream that should be smoothed sat in peaks and troughs that wouldn’t flatten no matter what you tried. Granted you hadn’t dusted it with cocoa powder yet but you didn’t think even a liberal amount would cover the sins. 

Just as you are contemplating binning it all you hear the door open and you feel a smile creep over your face at the sight of him, eclipsing the annoyance you were feeling prior. He has the largest bouquet you had seen yet awkwardly hidden behind his back, the greenery seeming to sprout from his shoulders and head making you giggle at the sight. He startles in surprise when he sees you watching, clearly having hoped to sneak in his gift without being seen. Realising he has been caught, he smiles at you with a similar besotted expression you imagine is on your face and comes over to you still holding the flowers behind his back.

‘For you fiore mio,’ he says as he awkwardly manoeuvres the bouquet in front of him so he could hand it to you. Tears prick at your eyes as you take it all in. It’s so beautifully arranged with all your favourites, cardinals and dahlias, marigolds and chrysanthemums in a riot of fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. Although you know he no longer has the dexterity to complete it himself you can picture him hovering around the poor sibling he enlisted to help him, making sure everything was perfect. Unlike your tiramisu. 

‘They are beautiful Primo, thank you.’ You press your face to them gently breathing in the array of scents. 

‘Flowers have nothing on your beauty, but they are all I have to offer.’ The old sap was determined to make you cry, you were sure of it but you manage to just give him a watery smile as you lay them carefully on the table until you fetch the vase. As you move though he spots the disaster of a dessert behind you. ‘And what is this?’

‘Oh that.’ You reach for the sieve and cocoa, quickly starting to sprinkle over it to hide the worst flaws. ‘I tried to make your favourite but I think it might be a bust.’ Somehow it looks even worse now. 

‘Amore if you made it I’m sure it will be perfect.’ You grimace at his optimism but you may as well try it now. It is possible that it won’t taste as bad as it looks. 

‘Well are you ready to put your money where your mouth is?’ You turn to him, handing him a serving spoon and you're not sure whether to be amused or offended by the apprehension showing on his face. 

‘Of course,’ he says as he scoops up a generous amount. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to try it first? It’s your hard work after all.’  

‘But it’s your present Papa,’ If he ever had a weakness it is you using his title against him, he is incapable of refusing you especially when combined with fluttering eyelashes and an innocent smile. It gets him every time. He holds the spoon up to his mouth, almost going cross eyed as he gives it a good look, before taking a mouthful and chewing slowly. You try to keep your face neutral as you watch the array of emotions wash over his face.

‘It’s, um, lovely amore but I think I am full after just that bite,’ he chuckles awkwardly and you know exactly the game he is playing but fair’s fair, it's your turn now. He feeds you what's left on the spoon, managing to get cream on your nose in the process. It’s not bad but not great either. Your liberal use of the cocoa powder has made it more bitter than it should be and there is a distinct lack of coffee at least in this bite, and you imagine in other parts it is going to be overwhelming. You knew it wouldn't be good but you can't help the disappointment that washed over you at your failure, especially considering the effort he had gone to for you and the tears finally spill over. 

‘Oh fiore mio, don't be sad.’ He swipes the cream off your nose, sucking it off his finger with a pop to try and make you laugh but when you can only muster a weak smile he takes your face in his hands. ‘Amore your love is the best gift I could ever ask for, si?’ He wipes away your tears and you focus on his warm eyes and know that he means it. ‘Anything else, it is just additional.’ He leans in and kisses you pushing you back until you are leaning against the counter and then kisses you some more, communicating everything he just told you through his insistent lips and caressing hands. Your arms loop around his neck pulling him even closer as you make out in the kitchen like you were still in the first flushes of romance. Until you are forced to pull away to catch your breath. All tears forgotten as you rest there, foreheads pressed together not even able to open your eyes as you just enjoy his overwhelming love. 

‘But that still is a crime against tiramisu, Amore.’ You bark out a laugh and shove him away, the bastard.

[acasualcrossfade]

Fever Care

Rating: T | Words: 829 | CW: none | Ao3

Written for Whumpril: day 2– Sweat

Eddie takes care of a feverish Steve.

--

Eddie rushed as he filled a glass of water and wet a cloth, hating to spend even a few seconds away from Steve and his fever. Eddie squeezed the cloth to damp, not bothering to dry his hands before heading back to their bedroom. Steve still lay curled on his side, his sweaty hair dampening the pillowcase a darker blue. 

At the sound of Eddie returning, Steve pried open one tired eye. 

“Hey, got you some water,” Eddie started as he sat on the edge of the bed. He’d changed out of his jeans and shirt for work and into sweatpants and one of Steve’s old tees. Eddie kept his hair tied back in a loose bun, wanting nothing to come between him and taking care of his sick boyfriend. 

Steve groaned as he pushed himself to his elbow. He’d stripped off his shirt sometime in the night, and still felt too warm as the covers fell away. His arm shook with the effort to sit, and was thankful when Eddie guided him the rest of the way to upright. Steve whined at the movement and effort, and only wanted to sleep.

Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve’s damp hair. “I know you’re tired, babe,” Eddie soothed as he watched the numbers climb on the thermometer. “We’ll get you some painkillers and then you can sleep, okay?”

Eddie ran a hand over Steve’s temple and down to his neck. Eddie reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. “Here, sip this. Slowly, okay? And then, take these.”  

Steve took the pills from Eddie and swallowed them with a wince, and managed half the glass of water before pulling away. He felt awful, and even the effort to drink felt like too much.  

“I’m not liking the look of this fever, Steve,” Eddie mumbled, biting his lip in worry. He pressed the back of his hand against Steve’s forehead, then reached for the thermometer. “Here, open up.”

“You jus’took it,” Steve mumbled around the thermometer under his tongue.

“I know,” Eddie worried. “But you look worse than you did an hour ago.” 

“Gee tanks,” Steve grumbled with the thermometer under his tongue. Steve let his head fall into Eddie’s chest as Eddie cuddled him closer.

“Well, the meds should kick in and help.” 

Steve pouted around the thermometer but nodded as the device beeped.

“100.5. You don’t do anything halfway, do ya, Harrington?”

“Mm-mm. N’m’glad you’re here,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shirt, shifting so his arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist as he leaned into his chest. The aching in his bones was heavy and it felt as if he was trapped in molasses. Steve was heavy on Eddie’s chest, the fever sapping his energy. 

“Course I’m here.”

“Didn’t wan’to keep you home.”

Eddie looked down at Steve on his chest.  “You didn’t want to keep me home?”

“Kieth’s a menace. N’you just started there.” Steve’s voice was a hoarse mumble.

Eddie stroked Steve’s shoulder. “Doesn’t mean you should be alone, though. Especially when you’re not feeling well.”

Steve whimpered and hugged Eddie closer. 

“Besides,” Eddie continued. “I can handle Kieth. Remember how he tried to tell me rings weren’t company policy?”

Steve let out a weak laugh. “Failed at that.”

“Exactly. And now I wear extra just to piss him off.” Eddie pressed another kiss to Steve’s head. “When did you start feeling like this?”

Steve shifted against Eddie’s chest. “Yesterday. Felt kinda…weird. N’hot.” Steve managed a weak shrug. “N’it’s summer.”

Eddie nodded. “And nothing else feels weird? Your stomach or anything?”

Steve shook his head and pulled out of Eddie’s arms. “Jus’ feels like I swallowed knives.” He fell back to the bed and turned to his side, trying to find a comfortable position. His limbs were heavy and even laying down, his head still pounded in his ears.

Eddie placed a loving hand on Steve’s bare shoulder and reached for the cool rag. “This fever has you burning up.”

Steve could only groan in response as he pushed off the rest of the blankets around his legs.

Eddie ran the rag over his temples and neck. The cool touch felt like a miracle and Steve let his eyes slip closed as his body cooled slightly.

Eddie continued his ministrations until Steve curled on his side and Eddie stroked the cloth over his cheeks.

Steve mumbled a word as he let sleep start to pull at his mind. “Stay?”

Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze and he carefully climbed on the bed so he lay next to Steve. 

It took Steve a minute to turn over and into Eddie, snuggling up against the man’s side with his head back on Eddie’s chest. Steve hummed contentedly against Eddie, letting the rhythm of Edde’s breath be a lullaby. 

Eddie stayed with Steve until he fell asleep, occasionally carding his fingers through Steve’s sweaty brown hair. 

And Steve slept, knowing that Eddie was right there if he needed anything. 

[blackjackkent]

All right. Time to wrap the party up, and with it, Hector's story.

"I think I've caught up with everyone. What comes next?"

"What indeed," the skeleton intones gravely. "Prick up thy ears."

What this means, it turns out, is that Withers wants to give a speech. He gathers them all at the table, raises a mug that he cannot possibly intend to drink from, and discourses at unexpected length.

"The balance of the world restored. The balance of these lives, mortal and otherwise, brought to account."

"Hear me, thou heroes, wastrals, friends. I have waited long to tell you these words."

"It is over. For now. Thou played thy part in weaving the fabric of fate itself. But for every thread you sewed, so did the gods unravel another. Sleep, rest, revel. But be ready. For thou mayest yet be needed. Until we meet again, I wish thee every possible fortune. Health, wealth, love, and above all, problems worth solving."

No shortage of those, Hector reflects ruefully. The Hells are full of them, and he doesn't see that changing any time soon.

Withers looks towards him expectantly, apparently asking he give a toast. Hector considers for a moment. There are many things he could toast to. Future victory, past success. The prosperity of the city they saved, the power of the Moonmaiden, the death of the evil forces that sought to destroy all.

But in the end, there is only one thing he is here to celebrate, the thing that bolstered him through dark times he did not think he was built to survive, that strengthened him when he was at his weakest, that have driven his actions to a depth he did not realize until it was almost too late.

"To the greatest friends I could dream of," he says, his voice thick with sudden emotion.

Withers' eyes narrow in what might be a smile.

He raises his glass in answer. "To you," he murmurs.

They all rise to their feet, glasses in hand, cheers on their lips. Friends -- family -- in a moment of much-needed celebration that none of them will ever forget.

--------

Much, much later, Hector and Karlach lie cuddled in their tent on the far edge of the campsite, Hector's head nestled into the curve of her neck, her arms tightly wrapped around him. He nuzzles kisses absently along her throat, enjoying the quiet after the hubbub of the party.

"I have to say," he mumbles drowsily. "I know your engine's hotter here... but everything else is cooler. Rather nice not feeling like I'm cuddling in a blast furnace for once."

She snorts softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I could get used to it, myself..." she murmurs. A pause. "I think we might really have something, y'know. With those blueprints. A chance at fixing me, proper. At really coming home."

He gives a slow roll over so his weight is stretched out on top of her, catches both her hands in his and pushes them gently above her head. "Home," he says. "Chk. Do you know what I told Jaheira, when she asked me if I had found home?"

She grins up at him. "You said me, because you're a sap, Hector Carlisle."

"I am a sap. But I'm also right," he says gravely, his eyes narrowing teasingly. "We will fix your heart one day. And we will come back here. And I will follow you as gladly as I ever have."

"Mm." She tips her head up so she can brush her lips against his. "You know something?"

He grunts questioningly, kisses her back, pressing her head down against the pillow.

"I'm glad you didn't let me die..." she murmurs against his mouth. "I didn't imagine there was hope left, until you helped me find it."

He draws his head back and smiles down at her with an expression of deep love and deep gratitude. "There is much about this world that I didn't imagine for a long time," he says softly. "Before I traveled it at your side and saw it through your eyes, everything you loved about it, everything you were ready to die rather than leave. You taught me so much."

She listens quietly, and then grins slowly and pulls him down into another kiss. "Guess we were made for each other, huh, soldier?"

[mythica0]

A request I thought of, if it's alright- What if Mikey feels bad after the invasion because not only can he not fix everyone's moods and make them better like he "needs" to do (he needs to be "Doctor Feelings" after all) but his hands are useless with how much they shake (he can't do anything he loves anymore)- so he needs to make up for it by trying twice as hard as Doctor Feelings- which end up with his three big bros concerned. Cue an intervention, comfort and tickles!

Intervention

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Mikey

🍫: Leo, Donnie, Raph

Summary: post-invasion Mikey is stepping up to take care of his brothers emotions, and feels useless without it. The others show their concern

A/N: I don’t really like the whole “Mikey’s hands don’t work at all” headcanon, I just have his hands shake sometimes(mine do too), but the rest of this is good to go for me! Thanks for the request and enjoy! (Post-movie so usual spoiler warning)

TW: this one’s got quite a bit of angst be warned

Intervention

Mikey was trying. Like really trying.

He was the glue holding this family together, and he was going to hold up.

He had been in “Dr. feelings” mode for quite some time now, helping to build up his brother’s confidence and emotional strength, especially for Leo.(that mans is so guilt ridden, let me tell you)

However, he doesn’t feel as though it’s working. Everyone was still in a slump and it wasn’t. working.

He felt so bad about it. The Box turtles normal optimism and positivity was slowly being sapped from him as his efforts to make his family happy continued to fail.

His brothers noticed it. They noticed how hard Mikey was trying to make them feel better. They noticed his usually positive attitude slowly sinking.

They decided to do something about it. Turn the tables, flip the script, and make the youngest talk about his feelings for once.

Once Mikey was sat down in front of his brothers, they all had a little chat.

It didn’t take long after they started talking for Mikey to completely open up and collapse. He broke down into choked back sobs as he explained what was going on.

His older brothers pulled him into a massive group hug, comforting him quietly and making sure he knew that it was never his fault.

“It should never have been your responsibility alone to keep us happy, Mikey.” Raph quietly whispered.

“Mm-hmm,” Leo hummed, “we should all be there for eachother. And I know you like your little therapist job, but if it ever gets to be too much again, we’ll all help, mmkay?”

Mikey nodded and let out a watery laugh. “I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, Mikey.” They chorused.

Leo got an idea suddenly. He lifted his head and looked towards his older brothers, smirking and winking at them, gesturing for them to play along.

They got slight looks of confusion, but nodded anyway.

“Y’know, Mikey, I do not like seeing you cry. I think it’s about time I helped with that.” He said with a much lighter, teasing tone.

“Whahat?” Mikey once again laughed through his tears.

Leo smiled and repeated himself. “I don’t like seeing you sad. I’m gonna bring back the happy Mikey!”

The other two had realization spread across their face as Leo started to poke against Mikey’s side.

“Wahait! Leheheheoho!”

Then Donnie joined in as well, reaching down to lightly squeeze his little brothers knees. “Yeah Angelo, Don’t be sad.”

“NohoHOHO DEHEE!” He squealed out in laughter from the ticklish squeezes and pokes.

It wasn’t long before Raph joined in as well, just tracing his shell lightly.

“Nahahat yohou tohoo! Eheehehe!” Mikey quickly dissolved into the giggles, falling to the floor.

His brothers followed him down, all the while teasing him slightly about how much better a smile looked on him than a frown.

Eventually Mikey started wheezing and the three of them got off their youngest brother.

Mikey himself felt a lot better, and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Thanks guys!”

“No problem!” Leo responded, “glad we had this little intervention.”

———THE END————————————————

[faofinn]

24. "I'm so sorry" (Alt 5)

Harrison hadn't long been home from uni. He loved it, he really did but he missed Steve too. He loved coming home for the holidays, especially Christmas. They always made a big deal about it, making up for the years they'd missed. As much as Harrison tried to help Steve cook, it was usually for the best he didn't. 

Steve picked him up a week before Christmas, and Harrison was grateful for the rest before the celebration. It gave him a chance to recover from the late nights and no long days, a chance to shake the illness that had been threatening to overwhelm him.

He crashed as soon as he got in, unusual for him, but Steve had expected it. The texts over the week had complained about the tsunami of exams that threatened to drown him. He looked exhausted, too, so Steve offered to take some food up for him later. He left it on the bedside table Harrison all wrapped up and fast asleep in his duvet.

It was early afternoon when Harrison emerged, stumbling downstairs in his pyjamas and oversized hoodie Steve glanced up from his book, frowning at the state of him. He looked terrible, pale, and tired, even after his nap.

"Morning. How are you feeling?"

Harrison gave him a smile. "Morning. I don't feel great." He admitted. 

"You don't look great." Steve said softly. "Headache? Feeling sick? Pain?" 

He settled on the sofa, snuggling up. "My stomach hurts and I feel sick, I thought it was just the stress from exams." 

Steve made a soft noise. 'Oh, bless you. Want some meds?"

Harrison nodded. "Yes,please."

"Ill be a minute. "Steve said to him, standing to go to the kitchen. "Anything else you want?"

"No thanks." He called to his dad over the rummaging in the kitchen. 

Steve wasn't long, returning with medication and a glass of juice. "Here." 

"Thank you." He said, gratefully taking them. "Hopefully helps." 

"Yeah, hopefully it does. Steve smiled. "We've got the tree to decorate."

"Yeah. Can't wait."

“I was thinking after we’ve decorated the tree we can put on a shitty Christmas film?”

Harrison stretched out with a whine. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

“Hopefully those meds kick in soon.”

"I hope so. I feel shit."

Steve settled on the sofa with him, wrapping an arm around him gently. “It’s good to have you back.”

He leaned into him. "I'm glad to be home."

“The house is always quiet without you.”

"You're being a right sap, Steve." He laughed softly, the furthest thing from mad.

“Piss off, I’m allowed to be a sap.”

"Mm. I don't mind."

“Good, because I’m not stopping.”

Harrison gave a quiet hum in response. As much as he played the part of the grumpy young adult, he loved when Steve showed affection, when he got to make up for family life he'd missed out on. He was quite content just leaning against Steve, enjoying the contact from his dad.

Steve turned to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Proud of you.”

He found himself choked up. "You are?"

“Of course I am.”

"You shouldn't be."

“Why not?”

"Because."

“Don’t be daft.”

"I'm not. I just do daft shit, you know that."

“I’m proud of you because I’m your Dad.”

He smiled. "I'm glad you're my dad."

“Me too.” He said. “Feeling any better?”

"Not really. But I want to get the tree done."

“Do you want to try?”

"Yeah."

Steve stood, offering Harrison his hands to help him up. “Let’s do it, then.”

He took his hands, grinning. "Let's do it."

Steve put some Christmas music on the speaker, filling the living room with old, nostalgic music. Christmas was difficult for him, since he’d lost the kids, but Harrison helped him infinitely. He could give him the memories he’d not had as a kid, what he deserved. 

Harrison managed to ignore the pain while they decorated, and, for a while, it worked. He loved Christmases with Steve, and as much as he knew Santa wasn't real, it still felt magical. 

Of course, he knew Steve struggled with big events, but he'd been working on it for a little while. They talked about his kids, his late wife, it wasn’t something that Harrison wasn't aware of. It was bittersweet at times, and he knew the only reason he had a family was because Steve had lost his. He disappeared to his room, returning with a few delicate glass baubles. 

"Steve?"

Steve looked up from where he was knelt on the floor, trying to program the lights. “Yeah?”

Harrison hesitated, suddenly aware of how he'd probably overstepped and Steve was going to hate him. He took a breath before kneeling by him, hands outstretched. "I got these, for Jon and Amy and Bella."

Steve stopped, looking up at his son. “Oh, Hars.” He breathed, suddenly choked up. “Thank you.”

He held them out for Steve to take. "Here."

“Let me get up, I don’t want to break them.” He said, getting to his feet before he took them from him. “They’re beautiful.”

"I was terrified they'd break on the way home." He admitted. 

“They look okay.”

"I'm glad."

“Here, help me put them on the tree.”

"Are you sure?"

“Of course I’m sure.”

Harrison found himself choked up again, and he gave Steve a watery smile. "Thank you."

“I’d hug you but I don’t want to break them. There’s a spot here? Seem good?”

Harrison nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He carefully helped Steve hang them on the tree before turning to hug him. 

"I wish I could have met them."

Steve held him tight. “I wish you could have too. They’d love you.”

"They would?" His voice wavered. "I'd have loved proper siblings."

“They would. Bella would’ve been head over heels, too.”

Harrison sniffed. "I'm sorry."

“No, don’t apologise. Are you feeling any better?”

He hesitated, not wanting to admit that he still felt like shit. "A bit."

“You still feel all feverish.” Steve murmured. “Are you sure?”

So much for that. "No."

He frowned. “Let’s sit, then. You don’t look great. Pain still bad?”

He nodded. "And I feel sick."

“Shivery and feverish too?”

"It's just a bug."

“That’s a yes, then.” Steve said, steering him to the sofa. “Where’s the pain?”

"Stomach." He admitted. 

“All over?”

"The bottom."

Steve sighed. “Think we should probably get you checked out.”

"I don't want to, can't we just stay here?"

“I know, but I think it’s best.”

"Please? I'll say if I feel worse."

“Sooner we go, sooner we can come back.” 

"I've ruined Christmas."

“You’ve not ruined anything.”

"I have." He already felt so miserable, so the tears were quick to fall. "I have."

“You’ve not, it’s okay.” Steve soothed, pulling him in for a hug. 

Harrison broke, curling into Steve's side. Sure, he was an adult now, but he felt so rubbish that he could have been a child again. The pain really was bad, and each sob only made it worse. The paracetamol hadn't touched it, the juice he'd taken with it only added to the nausea, and it was almost too late when he realised. He shoved Steve away from him, struggling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees, head in the toilet as he vomited. 

Steve sighed as Harrison was sick, though it stopped his initial confusion as to why he’d pulled away so quickly, He followed him into the bathroom, kneeling next to him. “Bless you. That’s it, get it up, you’ll feel better for it.”

After a few more episodes of vomiting, he rocked back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned against Steve’s side, closing his eyes and taking a moment to try and catch his breath. The pain seemed to have shifted too, with all the vomiting, and he somehow felt even worse.

"I think I need to go to hospital."

Steve rubbed his back again, holding him close. “I think so too. You stay here, I’ll grab you a few bits, and then we can go.”

"I'm so sorry for ruining everything."

“You’ve not ruined anything.” Steve reassured. “Are you okay for a couple of minutes whilst I go and sort some bits?”

"Yeah." He nodded. "But don't be too long?"

“I won’t be.” He said gently. “We’ll get you sorted out, and no need to apologise. Nothing is ruined. You’ve made my Christmas with those ornaments.”

Harrison whined as he moved, a hand across his stomach. "Thank you."

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Some Clex schmoopy fluff....

"Mm. She's right, you know." Clark raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. "You do play a large part in the changes I've made within myself. Meeting you, it made me want to be better. To be more than just the man my father has spent my entire life trying to mold me into."

"Lex-"

"Really, Clark. I hadn't had anyone I could call a true friend for a long time before I met you. I had become jaded long before I was cast out of Metropolis, but then I met you, and it was like a breath of fresh air. You opened my eyes to the fact that not everyone is only looking out for themselves, that there is still good in this world, and you made me want to be a part of that." Lex took another large bite of the french dip before pushing the plate over to Clark, who had already finished his own heaping sandwich. Clark made a token protest, but Lex waved him off, knowing now precisely why the boy always had such a healthy appetite. "I know I haven't always gone about things the most morally appealing way, I've slipped, but I am doing everything I do in the pursuit of the betterment of humanity, Clark. I'm only sorry that some of my less than savory actions have put you and your family, and other good, honest people, in harm's way."

"I thought we were going to table the heavy stuff for now?" Clark sighed and turned in his seat, his crumb-free hand cupping Lex's cheek. "I don't expect you to be perfect, Lex. I'm not. The things you do I've done…my stint in Metropolis alone should have me seeing the inside of a prison cell for at least five years, regardless of the fact that I was under the influence of red Kryptonite. I…I've hurt people. I've caused pain; death. No one's infallible, Lex, not even me, so how could I expect you to be? It's how we try to repair the damage, and how we go forward that matters."

"Have I told you, I love you?"

Clark smiled that grin that Lex would never grow tired of, the one he always missed when things between them were stressed.

"Not in the last half hour."

"I love you, Clark. I don't think I'll ever not love you."

"I love you, too, Lex, even when you're being so stubborn that I just want to shake you until you see reason. I could never feel less for you than what I feel right now."

Lex stood from his stool and leaned in to brush a soft kiss across Clark's lips. Clapping him on the shoulder, Lex left him to finish his food and crossed over to the door to the cellar.

"Okay, I think I've officially reached my sap limit for the day. Now, does your mother prefer red or white wine?"

@leatafandom

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