#also the way he’s slouching cause he’s so tall

[floydsmuse]

his hair plsss

[kagu-une]

Your Majesty // P.SH

The cessation of war in your kingdom relies on you. What everyone failed to tell you: it is at the cost of your freedom.

pairing. king!park seonghwa x fem!princess!reader

genre. royal fantasy? pls don't read this if you're looking for historical accuracy :/ mature themes ahead, minors do not interact.

content warnings. non-idol!au. mean dom!seonghwa. sub!reader. maybe a little bit of dubcon if you squint. oral (m. receiving). no penetration. shoe humping. degradation. use of the terms 'my pet', 'good girl', 'my property', mentions of being a slave, 'your majesty', uhhh? spitting, very briefly. sadism for sure. he's a mean ass so ? i think that's about it. use of restraints but not in the sexy way ;(. i wrote this in proper caps this time but usually i use intentional lowercase :p

a/n. can you imagine seonghwa as a cruel king it gets my jimmies in a twist .... sorry to keep pushing the mean hwa agenda..... this is an old drabble that i had sitting, so i hope you enjoy! also ty to my liege @hhoneylix for proof reading for me (so if anything is awry blame them fr /j) ♡ if you enjoyed, please like, comment and reblog!

smut beneath the drop down!

Park Seonghwa — a noble captain in battle, but a tyrant King. Stingy, was he, arms outstretched in demand for his filthy palms to be filled with what he desired. His gluttony was utterly insatiable, and notoriously so. Though his greed was enough to cause the purest of souls to turn a cold shoulder, it was difficult to say no to someone with devilishly handsome looks and equipped with a silver tongue that'd put Lucifer himself to shame.

War raged in his kingdom, enemy nations bombarding Seonghwa's empire in aims and high hopes to retrieve stolen loot and goods from his avaricious grasp. It was undeniable that such conflict took a tremendous toll, economically. After a long debate amongst those of the Higher Tables, they came to a unanimous decision: a barter, of course. One couldn't expect the King to cease his feast upon divinity. The King would return whatever loot that his soldiers obtained while ransacking villages and pillaging towns in exchange for one thing: the opposing realm's Princess. This trade would be a simple one and the poor soul would remain in a royal bloodline; the deal was flawless and Seonghwa's foes accepted the plea with no beat of hesitation. Three days is the window of time it took for rival troops to retreat from his territory, leaving behind their wake of destruction just as Park's militia did to them; though, providing relief and aid to the inhabitants of his kingdom were the last of his worries.

Now, he occupied his throne, his dark gaze focusing lazily on the marble floor that stretched out before him. Mirroring his eyes and their lethargy and intolerance, his shoulders slouched as his tall frame spilled across the chair, knees splayed as his chin rest in his left hand. Jack Frost was great friends with the King based on the ice that he harbored within his honeyed stare. Regardless, he sat like a pouting child awaiting the arrival of his... servant.

The princess discussed in the meeting that disbanded the hellacious battles on his turf and leveled the playing field? Y/N. You looked like a deer, willowy and shy. Your head was hung to look at the floor beneath you, hiding the turmoil in your gaze. You were a pretty thing; long, healthy hair tumbled down your back. Kind eyes framed with long, thick eyelashes. A natural beauty that caused a surge of heat to rush through the King's core. Slowly, the ice inside of him began to melt away. Everyone failed to mention that you had an attitude that could give Seonghwa a run for his money. He remained silent as his eyes drank you in... The first time you'd ever laid eyes on one other.

The rattle of chains caught Seonghwa's attention. In his seat, he corrected his posture, immediately looking more presentable and respectable in the presence of company. Amongst the small fleet of handlers, you stood in the middle, wrists bound in iron with your ankles encircled in matching restraints. Seonghwa dare not move, even as your handlers pushed you forward and stood at attention before their king. Clearly, you put up a fight. the tattered dress that hung haphazardly from your frame reeked of foul play. This deal between kingdoms was clearly one-sided. Luckily, there wasn't a bruise to mar your flawless complexion — wise on his staff's behalf.

"She is no slave. Remove those chains at once." Spoke Seonghwa, once he had his fill of scrutinizing you, noting how you looked equally pissed off and frightened. The guards responded, and with the clatter of iron striking the hard flooring, you now stood free, just before the King himself.

Another demand, "Leave us."

Seonghwa fell silent once more as he awaited the room to clear, and the burly mahogany doors leading into the throne hall to shut, thus leaving them in seclusion. Lithe fingers journeyed across his chin in thought as he crossed an ankle over his bent knee.

"Kneel."

Your mouth responded by hanging open. Your eyebrows knitted together in protest. An inhale to digest such an incredulous demand, then, "Pardon me?"

"I didn't stumble over my words, girl." Retorted Hwa as he rose from his chair, approaching you at an agonizing pace. Stalking you like prey. Seonghwa circled you once, your cautious eyes remaining on the King as he did such. "I told you to kneel."

The steely tone in the King's voice indicated to you that it was no blague. You finally gave in and sank to your knees, a quiver in your actions from weariness. Seonghwa smirked as he watched you comply, petting the top of your head. Whether it was in encouragement or to assert his dominance over you, you couldn't tell. It was apparent that you weren't used to being forced into submission like this... And by God, Seonghwa was going to use that fact and run it straight into the ground.

"As I said, you're no slave. Such a shame that you aren't." Grumbled the King, squatting down so that your faces were even, calloused fingertips lingering upon your dainty jaw.

"I'd rather die than serve you."

An exasperated sigh tumbled from Seonghwa's plush lips, and a hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Then, he chuckled.

"So be it."

Rising from his position in front of you, he placed his hands on his hips as his eyes oscillated around the deliciously decorated throne room. He did this to create time and revise his next course of actions. Then, a firm foot planted itself into your chest, sending you reeling backward until your back was flush to the expensive marble. The King wasted no time as he straddled your torso, pressing your arms apart and pinning them to the floor using his knees. Seonghwa's hair fell into his face from such sudden actions and obscured his view, but posed no threat to the Crown's navigation as fingers enveloped your neck.

"You can wish me dead and hate your life, expecting me to do something about it. The simple fact is, my pet, you are my property. I own you. Every organic thought that riddles that head of yours is because I will it to be so." Seonghwa spits in your face. Usually, he wasn't the one to show all of his cards, but he refused to be disrespected inside his own castle. "You can spend your days in a cell, if you'd rather."

You flinched as saliva landed on your face, hatred, and disgust filling your stare, but no words of defense on your own behalf rolled off your sharp tongue — despite the turmoil raging within you being incredibly apparent (or, maybe, you were pathetically transparent). Recalling the chilly iron that bound your limbs earlier, a shiver crept up your spine. You had no quarrel with the bottom of the King's boot. Your wide eyes watched every move that the King made.

Despite the hatred that burned for the sadistic ruler, from below him, Seonghwa could see how your nipples had hardened — even through the tattered apparel you wore. And, fuck, did this inflate the King's ego. A wicked grin spread across the bottom half of Seonghwa's visage as a fire bloomed from his otherwise icy gaze. Once you realized that Seonghwa took notice of your blooming arousal, a deep blush seeped into your face and radiated to the tips of your ears. You parted your lips, and attempted to flounder for some sort of explanation, but instead, lie beneath Hwa with your mouth opening and closing as if you were a fish out of water.

"Do you genuinely think you are worthy of me, girl?" Asked Seonghwa through a smirk as his eyes scanned your blush riddled visage. His booming voice filled the room, instilling humiliation into your bones. This only added fuel to the heat that pooled between your legs. Could the entire palace hear of your sexual appetite?

"I–..."

"You what? Spit it out, now." The sinister expression on his face deepened further when you answered with silence, your eyes wide as you met his gaze. Coltish, curious, afraid. "That's what I thought. Next time, I'll have to cut that pathetic tongue out of your mouth."

The King removed himself from the rumple the two of you were in and returned to his throne to sit. Again, his knees parted as his feet were planted on the floor before him. He pointed to this space, waiting for you to comply with the unspoken orders given. Knock-kneed and cautious, you peeled yourself off the floor and closed the space between yourself and Seonghwa. Placing your hands on his thighs in order to brace yourself, you sank to the ground just as the King expected of you. Suddenly, and humorously to the King, submission began to settle into your bones as need clawed at your groin. It was evident in your eyes.

With his right hand, Seonghwa reached forward and slipped a few fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head back and forcing eye contact. "What is your purpose?"

Your eyebrows came together at the obscurity of the inquiry, but you still stammered out a response, "To become Queen...?" And there was honesty in your meek answer. All of your God given life consisted of how to be a good ruler, and what it meant to be a Queen. So, your answer was genuine, though confusion lilted your words. A smirk toyed at Seonghwa's lips, and he nodded as your response processed in his mind.

The King leaned forward until his lips were flush with your ear; hot breath fanned your face. His serpent tongue slithered from between his lips to lick the shell of your ear before he brought himself to speak.

A husky whisper, "When I'm through with you... I will be your purpose."

The fire of acrid hate dwindled to simmering coals within you. Instead of fueling your abhorrence, the warmth fed into the pool of feverishness that gathered in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of ignominy and hedonism caused tears to well in your eyes, though you were quick to blink them away. Never had you been subjected to something like this — and never did you think that you would yearn for a man in such ways like you did now. This was especially conflicting to you because you didn't even know what Seonghwa looked like until you entered the same room as him.

Admittedly, you were floored when you first took in Seonghwa's appearance. From the talk amongst soldiers and townspeople when he frequented the market just outside of the castle, or stalked the long corridors that lie within the royal walls, their conversations of the King hovering over him lead him to believe that — perhaps — this King was a sea hag, or worse... Tales of his iron fist and cold eyes frightened you, thus leading you to never pursue any additional information regarding King Park Seonghwa and his tyrannical reign. Now that you taking in the King with your own eyes, he was, in fact, not the sea hag you had once imagined.

Instead, you were met with a man with a strong physique, obviously a warrior, and scars riddling his skin as proof. His raven locks hung in messy waves, framing his face beautifully. He had an angular face with dragon-like eyes that could pierce right through you. There was no denying that he was a stunning man. And his lips — . . .

Now, you sat positioned between the thighs of this devilishly handsome King, face burning with the heat of desire and embarrassment. Your eyes fell to the King's lap, your tongue growing thick in your mouth as you ached to reach out and remove the article of clothing, to reveal what lie beneath. From what you could gather in the few fleeting moments that his eyes were focused, the King was eager to give in to your carnality before a demanding grip drew your eyes back up to meet Seonghwa's.

Why do I feel this way? You questioned yourself, as you instinctively nuzzle your chin into Seonghwa's grasp. Deciding not to question it any longer and cave into your lewd cravings, you let out a soft whine to voice the need that was already addressed silently; after all, this is why Seonghwa wore that cocky smirk that drove you headfirst into compliance.

Of course the King noticed the lingering eyes on his crotch as he sat back from his position at your ear. The want that reflected in your stare made the King want to press his thighs together, but he couldn't do that since you sat between them. Instead, he released your jaw and shifted in his seat in order to fulfill your wish for your mouth to be invaded. His jewel-adorned hand rested lightly against the armrest as he gathered his thoughts.

"It seems we both have needs that demand they be sated." The King began, licking his lips to moisten them. Excitement gnawed at you and this eagerness was mirrored in your glassy eyes — the kind of look that Seonghwa wished to ruin. His smirk transitioned into a salacious grin, "You look ravishing this way, pet. What is your purpose?" He questioned again, an eyebrow raising expectantly.

"You."

Seonghwa drew his hand from its perch on the armrest so he could pull back and land a sharp, open-palmed slap across your face. The same decorated fingers leveled your head before pulling away and returning to the position he was in prior. "Who am I?"

Silence. Then, realization. "My King."

"Good girl," was the response. "what is your purpose?"

"You are."

"Worship me as so."

You took this as a clearance to act upon your cravings, and you sprung into action. Cold fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the fabric that caged the King's demanding sex. You tugged the front down to release his hardened erection, wanting to keep the King's modesty as he sat upon his royal chair... despite the want to be splayed out by him right on the floor. You halted as Seonghwa's cock was presented to you, your warm breath ghosting against the King's sensitive skin.

Just as Seonghwa was about to intervene, you dipped your head as you took the tip of Hwa's length into your mouth. Your mouth was warm, and tantalizingly wet as his hardened cock disappeared between plump lips. Electricity traveled across the King's skin, down his muscled thighs, and into his stomach. This time, an ornate hand carded its way into your hair. He pushed your head down to swallow more of his cock, impatience getting the best of him. You didn't mind though, and only braced yourself for more.

You knew what you were doing. You played him like a fiddle as your head bobbed along the King's cock, tongue flattened and molded to the underside of Seonghwa's excited shaft.

Hwa's head fell to the side, clear ecstasy written across his features. That didn't prevent the King from keeping his eyes on you, to watch your performance. The hand in your hair moved to cup the back of your head. His hips lifted from the throne on their own accord, assaulting the back of your throat with sloppy thrusts.

"You make your King feel so good, pet," muttered Seonghwa just before his teeth sank into his lower lip. "look at me as you please me."

You drew back to give attention to the head of his cock, tongue running along Seonghwa's slit and lapping up the pre-cum that dribbled out. At the King's demand, your eyes raised and leveled with Seonghwa's. Before he could realize, Hwa was teetering on the edge of his climax — so, he breathed out a warning, "Shit, I'm gonna —. . ."

You doubled down, arms slithering up into Seonghwa's lap until nimble fingers gripped at the King's waist, nose nestled into the cloth of Seonghwa's trousers as you took all the King's cock into your mouth. A rumbling moan emanated from Hwa as he released, your mouth milking him for what he was worth.

You pulled yourself off of the King with a delicious and all-too-intentional 'pop' and wiped your pleased smirk on your sleeve. Expectant eyes met Seonghwa's darkened ones, his eyebrows lowering as he read your expression.

"I suppose you're expecting me to do something to provide you relief?" Asked the King, his head falling back to rest on the back of the chair for a few moments. He readjusted his trousers as he came down from his climax.

"Yes, please, Your Majesty." You replied. Excitement lit up your gaze, and you shifted in place.

Seonghwa shot up in his seat, shoulders squared and clearly defensive. Such a change in demeanor would surely give someone whiplash. Now, you understood what everyone meant.

"Why should I give you anything? You're property. You think your Godly tongue will buy you anything, mewling quim?" The tip of Seonghwa's boot trailed up the inside of your thigh and dug the toe of his shoe into your clothed crotch. Not expecting such friction, especially because of the outburst that exploded from Seonghwa a moment ago, a whimpering moan bellowed from you, hips immediately jerking forward to seek out the contact. "As I said: you are undeserving of me."

You nodded in agreement whilst grating your hips aggressively against the tip of the King's shoe — anything to flood your body with the ecstasy that you were experiencing now. It was almost embarrassing at how fast you fell apart, writhing in the floor and uttering gentle curses as you were edged towards your own orgasm. Your fingers latched onto Seonghwa's pant leg as the radiating heat seeped down your thighs and caused your toes to curl.

Your body pulsated as you came, muscles clenching and eyes screwing shut. Seonghwa placed a majority of his weight on your clothed cunt now, wanting to enhance your orgasm as you came. Removing his foot from your clothed pussy, the dark place on the fabric displayed your pleasure. The hint of a grin tugged at the corners of Seonghwa's lips, but he stood and pulled you to your feet — earning a soft cry in protest from you.

"Go have the maids clean you up. I expect to see you at dinner." He pulled you to his chest, his hand pressing into the small of your back. "Whatever happens remains in this room, understood?"

"Mm." You hum in agreement, clinging to the King as your knees were too unreliable due to your orgasm.

"Good, now leave my presence."

Stumbling over your feet, you made your way to the heavy doors that previously closed the two of you off to the rest of the castle. Your sex-pinked skin revealed the activities that took place behind the closed doors. If not your complexion, the stain on your tattered clothes, or the languid grin and half-lidded gaze would be telling enough.

Pausing with a hand on the door, you threw a shy glance at Seonghwa from over your shoulder, just before slipping through. "Your Majesty."

[megalony]

Love And Valour

As promised, this is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, based on a truly lovely request. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Summary: Tommy isn't sure about attending the medal of valour ceremony since (Y/n)'s recovering from her C-section. But (Y/n) is adamant they are going. She wants to support her man.

Enjoy.

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"Fuck." A quiet hiss passed through (Y/n)'s lips as she tilted her head back until her gaze settled on the high ceiling above her.

Both hands moved to press down into the mattress and she let herself slouch back, relieving the ache in her shoulders which also clicked her spine into place in the process. Her legs started to slowly sway back and forth, softly hitting the edge of the bed while she took a deep breath and tried to ward off the annoyance rattling through her.

This was harder than she thought it would be.

She could feel a dull, burning ache in her abdomen that felt like cramps constantly squeezing and releasing every now and then. She hadn't experienced contractions before, but (Y/n) guessed whatever cramping discomfort she felt now was close to a contraction.

"You okay there, honey?" Something about Tommy's low yet velvet smooth voice had (Y/n) shivering and she dropped her chin down to lock her eyes onto him.

He padded barefoot into the bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs since he had just come out the shower. He had one hand tangled in his hair that was only slightly damp and he ruffled each curl so they stuck up like waves paused in motion on top of his head.

The action made his biceps flex and he moved his hand down to scratch his neck, pointing his elbow up which almost bumped into the top of the door frame with how tall he was.

Tommy narrowed his eyes a little and quirked his lips into a melting smile when he looked across at the bed. He found it rather endearing how (Y/n) was laid right now. She looked like she had just come home from a big day out, as opposed to getting ready to go out like they should be.

Her lips pressed together and she ducked her head down, glancing down at her thighs rather than staring at her husband which caused a blush to dance along her neck and across her face.

"I think I might need some help." Her voice came out quiet, barely more than a whisper and Tommy had to take a moment to work out what she'd said.

But once her words hit him, his shoulders dropped and his smirk changed into something sweet and gentle.

He didn't get chance to ask what she needed help with before (Y/n) extended one leg out towards him and he realised what she was doing. She couldn't get into her tights.

He crossed the room in less than a second and crouched down in between her legs until his knees hit the soft carpet. His hands found her knees and he leaned forward, perching his chin on her thigh as he gazed up at her. It was evident that his eyes were taking in her attire and the way she was laid made him take in a deep breath to quench the adrenaline coursing through his stomach, fluttering up towards his chest.

She was wearing a white bra and matching underwear and had one foot in her tights which clearly had won the silent battle she was having with getting dressed.

"All you had to do was ask." He pressed a flushed kiss against her inner thigh before his hands slithered up her legs and over her hips.

He knew (Y/n) was still nervous about asking him for help because this was new to her. (Y/n) wasn't used to not being able to bend down or lean over properly. She wasn't used to being in pain when she tried to get dressed or get washed or move about the house and it made her feel helpless to ask Tommy to do things for her.

He wormed his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and carefully peeled the hem back so he could drag them down a little. (Y/n) knew what he was doing. He didn't have that hungry look in his eyes like he usually did when he started pawing at her underwear like this. This time, he had a loving, concerned look pooling in those pale blue eyes as he tugged the hem down to reveal her stitches.

There was a thin row of stitches littering her lower abdomen from the C-section she had five days ago.

Tommy kept her underwear pulled down with one hand while his other hand started grazing along her skin. Checking to make sure it wasn't too swollen and that the stitches weren't leaking and were still in place.

She was booked to have the stitches out in two days and (Y/n) couldn't be happier. They were annoying. They were itchy and she just wanted to tear them out and they were irritating when they dragged and caught against her underwear.

"They look okay," He murmured quietly against her thigh before he carefully lifted the hem back up so it was covering the stitches. "Okay, let's get these on."

His hands made a slow trail down her thighs and along the sides of her legs causing (Y/n) to shiver.

She pushed up on her hands and sat up properly, a smile dancing across her lips as she looked down at Tommy. He looked heavenly, perched between her legs like that. She watched intently as he held the tights up so she could wiggle her right foot into them and she shimmied on the bed when he tickled the back of her legs as he slowly pulled them up.

As soon as they were above her knees, (Y/n) moved her hand to Tommy's shoulder and stood up as he leaned back on his heels so she could stand in between him and the bed.

Her hands reached down, about to reach for her tights until Tommy beat her to it.

She couldn't help but grin softly at him when he leaned up and dragged them up her thighs until they settled high on her waist.

The nurse had said to wear loose, comfortable clothing for the next few weeks so she didn't irritate the stitches or the scar she was going to get. And she was expected to have a bit of discomfort and pain in the upcoming weeks until she was fully recovered.

(Y/n) was glad she had invested in some new clothes before they had Minnie, such as underwear and maternity leggings and new tights. These ones weren't tight around the waist like the other pairs she owned, they were loose and comfortable and stretchy but they still looked good.

"Thank you."

When Tommy stood up in front of her, (Y/n) looped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Her thumb stroked up and down the back of his neck and when they parted, (Y/n) kissed a trail along the side of his neck and down the centre of his chest. She felt his hands move to cradle her hips and he buried his nose in the top of her hair, swaying them from left to right like they were caught up in a dance.

She could feel his hands gliding up and down her hips and around her waist like feathers tickling her skin and it made her smile against his chest. She pressed soft, butterfly kisses over his heartbeat that she could feel quickening beneath her touch. Before she finally pulled back and looked up at him with hazy eyes.

Her hands feathered down to his shoulders and she gave him a squeeze before slowly breaking out of his hold.

They had to get dressed before they were late.

She felt Tommy turn around and head over to the wardrobe where his uniform was hanging while she reached across the bed for her dress she had gotten ready.

This award ceremony had been a bit last minute. Nobody knew about it until last month and when Tommy told (Y/n) about it, she had been very nervous that she would still be pregnant during the ceremony. The last thing (Y/n) wanted was to be there whilst nine months pregnant. Afraid she would either go into labour during the ceremony or feel unwell and be in discomfort all day.

As it turned out, they had ended up with a C-section five days ago.

The timing had been very close. Tommy had his mind set that they weren't going to turn up today. They'd just had their daughter less than a week ago and his wife was recovering from a C-section, no one would blame them if they didn't go.

(Y/n) had other ideas.

She was not staying home and having Tommy miss out on this. What him and the 118 team had done was as risky as it was brave and they were getting awarded for what they'd done. She wanted Tommy to be there to get his medal and she wanted to be sitting in the audience, watching with a proud, beaming smile.

At least now, (Y/n) wouldn't be sat there with a large rounded stomach or a baby weighing heavy on her back. She would have her baby in her arms instead. And this would be the first time the 118 would get to see Minnie. Tommy had been flooded with congratulating texts and phone calls from them all week after getting back in touch and becoming close to them all. And they were dying to see his first child.

(Y/n) took a deep breath as she leaned over the bed and scrunched up the hem of her dress.

It was a dark cherry colour with a higher neckline than her other dresses- (Y/n) wasn't risking a low neckline and showing any cleavage this soon after having a baby. It had thin cotton straps over the shoulders and it was loose around her waist, just what she needed to feel comfortable.

Once it was on, (Y/n) smoothed out the creases but she couldn't hide her wince when she straightened her back and lifted her arms to sort out the straps.

It felt like she couldn't move in any direction. Stretching made her stitches strain and caused her abdomen to tense and feel like it was being sliced open. Bending over was not an option. When she tried to put her shoes on yesterday she ended up in fits of tears from how horrid it felt to lean over and crease her stomach.

She couldn't carry or pick up anything heavier than Minnie, not even the basket of washing. It was as if she had to find the perfect position to stand without straightening out or leaning over.

And she couldn't take a bath unless Tommy took one with her and helped her in and out of the tub. The next few weeks were going to be as distressing as they were irritating and confining.

She leaned forward a little, creasing her stomach ever so slightly to relieve the tension while she put a few clips in her hair. Keeping her hair loose but pinned back so no strands fell across her eyes.

"Are you sure you wanna go? You're still not feeling well, I can see it from here. We can stay home, honey." Tommy placed his hands on his hips and cocked one hip out as he looked over at (Y/n). She could never hide anything from him and he could see that she was in discomfort. He didn't want to go if this was going to be too much for her. He would be much happier lying on the sofa with both his girls.

"And miss my man getting his medal of valor? I don't think so." (Y/n) flashed a sugary sweet smile before she slowly crossed over towards the crib attached to the bed.

They had the nursery all laid out ready, but for now, Minnie was staying in there room so it was easier to get up with her during the night. And with this crib that attached to the side of the bed, it was easier for (Y/n) to lift her up. She couldn't bend over the crib in the nursery, not yet unless she wanted to pull her stitches and cripple over in agony.

With Minnie at the same level as the bed, (Y/n) could pick her up and lay her down without straining. She had to be prepared for when Tommy went back to work and she would be without him during the day or night.

She perched down on the side of the bed, shifting to relieve the tension in her abdomen before her arms stretched out towards Minnie.

She carefully lifted Minnie up and laid the newborn down beside her on the bed so she could get her changed. (Y/n) had found the perfect onesie for her to wear today.

Her lips curved into a grin as she watched Minnie tiny hand reach up and bat against her face, crinkling the blushing pink mittens over her hands that stopped her from scratching herself. She stayed relatively still and compliant for once while (Y/n) hummed as she slipped her feet through the onesie and wriggled her small arms through the loops.

(Y/n) topped the little outfit off with a matching blue headband with a bow sewn to the front.

"Pretty baby," (Y/n) cooed and lifted her up, settling Minnie on her chest before she carefully stood up trying not to stretch too much and strain her stitches. Her thumb brushed across the back of Minnie's head soothingly and when she turned round, (Y/n) couldn't help but drag her eyes up and down Tommy as he finished getting changed.

It wasn't often she saw him in his work suit.

Suits were reserved for special occasions or in very few, drastic cases, funerals. Rather than his usual blue trousers and matching cotton shirt, Tommy was wearing starched black trousers that were straight as cardboard and settled high on his hips.

He had a crisp white dress shirt tucked into his trousers and a matching black tie.

He turned round just as he finished shrugging on his blazer jacket which had the fire station logo on the left breast pocket and the harbour pilot logo on the left arm near the shoulder.

(Y/n)'s lips pressed together and she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she openly oogled him in his suit. Like most of Tommy's clothing, the blazer looked a tiny bit tight around the shoulders, but that was a normality. He had broader shoulders and if he wanted clothes to fit perfect or snug around his chest, they had to be tight for his shoulders. Or else going the next size up meant things fit his shoulders but hung loose and baggy around his torso and he didn't like that.

"Will I do?" He already knew the answer, judging by the look in his wife's eyes as she looked him up and down a few more times, biting her lower lip as she nodded.

"Daddy's gonna look good getting his medal, hm?" She murmured against the top of Minnie's head that was tucked just beneath her neck. She could feel each soft breath tickling her collar bone and the way Minnie's knees pulled up and tucked against (Y/n)'s stomach. She was suddenly glad her stitches were right at the bottom of her abdomen in line with her hips so she could snuggle with her baby and not risk irritating her stitches.

"Oh, am I?"

His hands found her shoulders and his lips pressed against her temple. He brushed his thumbs up and down her skin, staying close with Minnie tucked safely between them.

Reaching his hand down, Tommy gently pressed a finger beneath (Y/n)'s chin and tilted her head up so he could capture a kiss. And he tried to swallow down the groan at the back of his throat when (Y/n) whispered "We're going to be late," against his lips. Punctuated with a kiss between each word.

She could feel his hands gliding down her waist to settle on her hips and she knew if Minnie wasn't in her arms between them, Tommy's chest would have been pressing down on hers by now. But there was caution in his touch and his movements. He didn't want to hurt her or crush their daughter between them.

(Y/n) grazed her teeth against his lower lip and nudged their noses together before she finally pulled back. Noticing the redness flushing across his lips and the heat rising on his cheeks.

He kept one hand on (Y/n)'s hip, rubbing soft circles over her skin while he leaned his chest back and tilted his head down so he could look at their daughter. His eyes narrowed and the end of his nonse scrunched up as he tried to work out what she was wearing. He remembered (Y/n) saying she had found something perfect for her, but he had no idea what it was.

He thought it might have been something to do with Disney, maybe Minnie Mouse plastered on the front to go along with her name. But the onesie was blue so he couldn't imagine it being that.

His right hand ghosted across the back of Minnie's head, the pads of his fingers tickling against the few little wisps of hair she had. And being mindful not to knock the soft cotton headband with a lovely bow that made her look just like a little doll.

"What're you wearing, princess?"

He took another step back so (Y/n) could carefully turn Minnie around in her arms to let him see.

When (Y/n) held her gently by her waist, Minnie's knees pulled up to her stomach and her mittened hands brushed her nose in such a way that had Tommy's heart rocketing in his chest and had him smiling brightly. He gently curled her miniscule feet into his palms and lowered her legs so he could see what was printed on her onesie.

Lightning struck his heart and a beaming smile flooded his face when he read it.

'Daddy's Co-Pilot' was written across the front in large white italics and a cartoon helicopter was plastered over her tummy.

"Beautiful. Everyone's gonna be staring at my girls." He murmured quietly while he gently lifted Minnie into his own arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. His eyes flickered between them both before he snugged Minnie down against his blazer, holding her with one arm that engulfed her and almost hid her from sight. While his other arm looped around (Y/n)'s waist and reeled her into his side.

"Off we go."

***

A tender, flushed smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Tommy's hands on her shoulders and his lips smothering the back of her head. She leaned back into his touch until her back was pressed up against his chest. His hands gave her a loving squeeze and while he leaned into her, (Y/n) took a moment to look around the station.

She hadn't been here before.

She had heard Tommy talk about the 118, considering this was where he first started when he got out the army and changed to being a fire fighter. And since he got back in touch with Hen and Chimney, he became close with Buck and Eddie too. So it was natural that Tommy had been back to this station quite a lot and he talked about it to (Y/n).

She noted that although it didn't look different from Tommy's fire house, the atmosphere was very much upbeat and loving here. Differing from the 217 which was kind and welcoming, but not as cosy as this. Even harbour wasn't as close knit as the people here.

(Y/n) could feel Tommy humming something into her hair and it made her shiver and push back into him.

Now the ceremony was going to start, (Y/n) was becoming nervous. It had been a while since she had been to an event like this and this time, she had Minnie. She prayed the newborn would stay settled and asleep and if she did indeed wake up, she hoped she would be able to settle her down quickly.

"Ready?" Tommy spoke softly into her hair while his arms rested over her shoulders and his hands curved around her chest. He pecked her cheek before tucking his chin into the crook of her neck and his eyes focused down on the pram in front of them.

It took all Tommy's reserve not to reach down and scoop Minnie up the moment they got here. He just wanted to cuddle her into his chest and hold her close, but he knew better than to wake her. It was surprising that she hadn't woken up already with the hustle and bustle happening in the station. But while she was sleeping, they needed her to stay settled like this.

(Y/n) nodded and turned so she could kiss his temple. She was ready to see him and the others get their medals and be shown off, but sitting on her own with people she was mostly a stranger to was a bit unnerving.

When Tommy unravelled himself from her, (Y/n) side-stepped to be level with the side of the pram. She pressed her lips into a thin line and slowly leaned over to reach down for Minnie. She couldn't exactly leave the newborn over here in the pram out the way, she would have to hold her while they sat through the ceremony.

A quiet whimper clawed at the back of her throat when she leaned over and she tried to bend her knees so her stomach didn't crease as much.

She glanced over at Tommy when he reached down and gently curled his hand around her wrist.

"I'll get her." His voice was quiet and all (Y/n) could see in his eyes was love while he let go of her hand and carefully scooped Minnie up from the pram. He pressed a kiss against her temple before easing her down into (Y/n)'s arms. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, off you go, Pilot." (Y/n) pressed a sweet kiss to his lips and adjusted Minnie into the crook of her left arm.

She felt Tommy's hand move to her lower back and he weaved her in front of him to guide her down to the seats. There were five rows of seats laid out in the middle of the station where friends and family could watch the ceremony.

Bobby had a seat behind the podium with a few other Captains and the Chief. And Tommy, Hen, Eddie, Chimney and Buck were all to stand to the left of the podium and wait patiently for the speeches to commence and to be presented with their awards.

There was no way (Y/n) would sit on the front row. She wasn't going to be sat in full view of everyone.

Her eyes scanned the rows that were all filling up but when she looked at the third row, she nodded to herself.

Karen.

She knew Hen's partner. Tommy had been closest to Hen and they had been catching up a lot recently, so (Y/n) had gotten to know Hen and Karen. She would happily sit next to Karen who was someone she could class as a friend and not feel uncomfortable around.

Tommy pressed a lasting kiss to the back of (Y/n)'s head and ran his finger along Minnie's cheek near the aqua blue pacifier in her lips. Before he watched (Y/n) sit down on the end seat of the row. It made for a quick exit if she needed to go and change Minnie or settle her down if she became fussy. And the end seat also provided (Y/n) of a very good view to watch her husband.

(Y/n) felt better when she was sitting down. She knew she needed to keep moving about regularly to prevent the risk of blood clots, but sitting down did make it easier on her muscles and it stopped her from feeling so uncomfortable.

She stretched her legs out beneath the seat in front of her and lowered Minnie down onto her thighs. Tilting her at an angle so her head was supported in her elbow and she gently ran her right hand up and down Minnie's chest and stomach to try and keep her dozing off like this.

She gently leaned from left to right and when she lifted her gaze to look over to her right, a shy, tender look crossed her face.

Karen was grinning at her. She had her lips pressed together and when she silently ticked her head down in Minnie's direction, (Y/n) obliged and moved her arms a bit closer. Allowing her friend to take her first glimpse at Minnie.

When they arrived at the station, her and Tommy had stayed mostly in the corner. They chatted to Eddie and Chris in passing and of course Buck had been across to take a peek in the pram, wanting to see the little lady for the first time. But everyone was in a rush to filter about and find a seat and get ready which is how (Y/n) liked it.

She wanted to silently slip into the ceremony and try to watch without drawing too much attention to Minnie. Once the awards had been given out, then (Y/n) would be happy for her daughter to wake up and for people to fawn over her. She would feel less anxious once Tommy was back by her side.

"Ooh, she's adorable, and so tiny." She brushed her finger across Minnie's hand that was hidden by her mitten and traced her fingertip down the onesie that made her grin.

(Y/n) smiled. She knew her little girl was tiny, she was only six pounds two. But after a C-section, Minnie felt like she weighed a stone when lifting her put a strain on (Y/n)'s stitches.

"How are you?" Karen kept her voice quiet and flitted her eyes between (Y/n) and the podium to keep check of when the speeches would start.

"Sore but very happy."

"You look lovely."

(Y/n) looked back down at her little girl just as she heard Bobby begin to speak. Minnie was wriggling a bit, possibly a sign that she was going to wake up soon. She continued to sway from side to side, coaxing Minnie to stay settled and stay sleeping while she lifted her head.

Despite hearing Bobby's words and smiling at the gratitude on his face and the endearment in his eyes, (Y/n) couldn't keep her focus on him no matter how hard she tried.

All her attention was on Tommy.

The way he stood at the far back because he was the tallest out of the five of them. The way he clasped his hands behind his back and kept his chin angled down like he was trying to hide himself away from all the attention.

She noticed his shoulders lifting and dropping every few seconds but other than that, he stayed very still as if he had become a statue in the background. His lips were pressed together in a stoic expression and his eyes were cast down towards his feet. (Y/n) knew he didn't know where to look. Tommy wasn't great when the attention was on him and if he was the only person who had to be stood up there, he wouldn't have done it.

Having the 118 up there with him gave him the confidence to be up there and accept an award (Y/n) knew he was still stunned to be receiving.

Tommy always looked good in a suit, but there was something about this suit that always made (Y/n)'s heart flutter. Maybe it was the logo on the shoulder that showed off where he worked and the bravery he had for the job he did. Perhaps it was just how tall, broad and confident the suit made him look. But something about it was intoxicating and (Y/n) just wanted to take it off, piece by piece.

When Tommy lifted his head and adjusted his gaze from his feet, he instantly locked his eyes on his wife.

He hadn't been listening, not really. He heard what Bobby said, but it seemed to go straight out the other ear and he couldn't recollect the praise he and the team were getting. And it didn't matter. Tommy didn't need any praise and he didn't need this medal, although he was grateful.

All he wanted right now was to be sat down there with his wife and daughter. He wanted to make sure (Y/n) was alright and look after his girls.

His eyes danced across (Y/n)'s frame and his hands itched and his fingers fiddled together behind his back as he gazed at her.

She looked stunning.

Sat there in a cherry red dress which showed off her curves, despite not being tight on her frame. The way her hair fell across her neck, how her head tilted to one side and her smile lit up her eyes when she gazed down at their daughter. Seeing her sat there, softly moving from side to side, almost unnoticable to anyone who wasn't gazing at her the way Tommy was.

And Tommy absolutely adored the sight of (Y/n) sat there with Minnie on her lap, cradled by her arms. He couldn't see his baby girl properly with the distance between them and the chair in front of (Y/n), but he could see the distinctive navy blue bow on her head. It stuck out like a beacon and kept Tommy's attention drifting between her and (Y/n).

His little family.

(Y/n) couldn't refrain from smiling when her gaze locked with Tommy's. She watched his lips curve into a baiting grin and when he winked, (Y/n) quickly cast her eyes down on Minnie.

It took her a moment to realise that Bobby had finished his speech and the chief was now standing up at the podium, ready to give out the awards and medals.

(Y/n)'s eyes flickered between Tommy and Minnie when she felt the newborn start to stir. Her legs started to twitch on (Y/n)'s lap and her tired eyes blinked open and shut, squinting at the bright lights lighting up the station. Her eyes were a pure match for Tommy's hazy blue ones. (Y/n) had been shocked when Minnie first opened her eyes, struck by the deep ocean blue eyes that seemed too majestic and wide for her little head.

She sat Minnie up a little higher in her arm and ran her hand over her chest in circles to try and lull her back to sleep. Just a few more minutes, just until the medals were given out.

Minnie made a quiet yawn that turned into a whimper, morphed around the dummy in her mouth which (Y/n) nudged back so she didn't drop it.

When Minnie's eyes flickered again and her arms began to twitch, (Y/n) changed her approach. She gently held her sides and lifted her up off her lap to rest the newborn on her chest instead. She felt Minnie's face tuck against her shoulder and she began patting her back, slowly nudging her up and down to keep her settled.

Her eyes locked with Tommy once again and she watched the way his brows furrowed and he tipped his chin down. A silent way to ask if she was alright.

She smiled softly and nodded.

Hen was up first.

(Y/n) felt Karen lightly nudge their arms together while her gaze was fixated on her wife, smiling proudly as she was almost bubbling over with excitement. It was lovely to see Hen get the recognition she deserved for her intuition and knowing there was something that wasn't right about the cruise ship. She had put herself on the line to help Bobby and Athena, no questions asked and no thanks necessary.

"Firefighter Thomas Kinard."

Something tickled (Y/n)'s chest and she felt her stomach tightening, trying not to laugh or mumble when she noticed Tommy's shoulders twitch.

He didn't like being called Thomas. It was something his father had always called him before going into a drunken rage or flying off the handle and fighting with Tommy when he was a teen. It was what his mother called him when she was tired and didn't want to deal with him while he was shipped between homes after the divorce.

It was a name he was used to being called when someone wanted something from him or when people wanted to put him down or shove him in his place.

The one and only time Tommy had loved the sound of his name was when (Y/n) had spoken it during their wedding vows.

But he figured this was a good occasion too.

"Daddy's got his medal," (Y/n) hushed into Minnie's ear and kissed her warm, fuzzy cheek all while her eyes never left her husband.

She noticed the faint blush that crept across his cheeks and tainted his neck. She loved the bashful smile he allowed to pull at his features. She noticed how he was desperate to stick his hands into his pockets but refrained and kept them held politely behind his back.

And (Y/n) could see how relieved he was to move back towards his colleagues and blend himself in with them so he was no longer the centre of attention.

Minnie started to whimper on cue as if she knew Tommy had been awarded and now she wanted to liven up and gain some attention, too.

"Shh, baby, it's okay." Her lips smothered Minnie's cheek and she ran her hand in circles over Minnie's back, but she was indeed awake. And (Y/n) figured she was probably hungry which meant she wasn't going to settle down or wait another five minutes.

(Y/n) supposed they had done well. Minnie had stayed settled for most of the speeches and at least she had seen Tommy get his medal. It didn't matter if (Y/n) disappeared to the corner of the station to feed Minnie away from prying eyes. She didn't want to disrupt the ceremony or cause upset for anyone.

Her hand cradled the back of Minnie's head and her other hand supported her legs, keeping her cuddled to her chest while (Y/n) slowly stood up.

Part of her wished she hadn't. Standing up made a horrid cramp tear through her abdomen and when she leaned forward, it seemed to make the feeling worse. But she had to move. She had to get out of the way.

She tried her best to ignore the tension in her abdomen that felt like she was straining when all she was holding was Minnie. And the cramping feeling was similar to a period cramp and close to what (Y/n) suspected a contraction was like since it was her muscles twitching and tightening.

She barely stepped away from her seat before Minnie let out a faint wail, and the dummy spat past her lips and tumbled down (Y/n)'s back to the floor.

Turning on her heels, (Y/n) glanced around before she noticed the blue pacifier on the floor between the seats. Great.

She kept Minnie snuggled into her chest with her left arm and stretched her right arm out for the chair. Her palm pressed into the chair and she slowly tried to lean down, but tilting forward caused her stomach to crease and when her stitches itched and tightened, (Y/n) couldn't help but hiss. Tears welled up in her eyes but she tried to push them aside and change tactics.

Her back straightened and she leaned heavily on the chair to try and crouch down instead.

Her gaze bolted up from the floor and her wide eyes locked with Karen's when she felt a hand on her arm.

(Y/n) stayed crouching beside the chair, frozen in place when Karen gently held her upper arm and leaned over. She reached down and picked up the pacifier, kindly offering it over to (Y/n).

"Thank you." (Y/n) tried to ward off the tears in her eyes as she hooked the pacifier on her thumb.

She didn't know what to do other than hold her breath when Karen moved to hold her elbows and helped her back up.

(Y/n) wondered if the discomfort was written across her face when she stood up because Karen didn't want to seem to let go of her. But she forced herself to smile and walked away from the seats when Minnie began to cry louder, warning everyone of her need for attention.

"Okay?"

Tommy felt Buck lean close to his side and he could feel his eyes upon him but he didn't bother to glance over at his friend. His gaze was focused on his wife. He noticed the jolt that tore through (Y/n) when she tried to bend down and he almost left the group when he saw (Y/n) trying to crouch down.

She shouldn't be doing that. She wasn't supposed to be bending down or leaning over or straining, especially not when she was already in pain and discomfort.

Something simmered down in Tommy's chest when he watched Karen help her and he could of sighed with relief. But unease still ebbed away in Tommy's stomach and adrenaline sparked through his system when he watched (Y/n) walk down between the rows of seats. He noticed how she was leant forward and she wasn't moving very fast.

"Keeping an eye on the girls," Tommy murmured back, clenching his hands around the plaque in his hands while he tilted backwards to look behind Buck towards (Y/n). He knew she had gone over to the pram.

(Y/n) juggled Minnie in one arm and reached out for the bag hanging on the pram handle when she got close.

It was probably in her mind, but she was sure she could feel eyes upon her. She could feel everyone watching her, wondering if she was going to drop anything else. Wondering if she could actually cope with her baby. The thought sent shivers running up and down her spine and she took a second to close her eyes and keep herself together.

The bag slipped from her hand.

It made a thud as it clattered against the floor and (Y/n) couldn't stop the tear that fell down her cheek while Minnie continued to wail into her neck.

Why today? Why in front of their friends and Tommy's colleagues? Why now when this was supposed to be Tommy's day? She didn't want to ruin the ceremony or distract anyone or annoy people with Minnie causing a fuss and she certainly didn't want anyone looking at her and thinking she was incapable of looking after her own baby.

Another tear trickled over the bridge of her nose but before (Y/n) could even think of crouching down, there was a hand on her back and someone had already reached down and collected the bag for her.

"Oh, no I can do that-"

"It's okay, here." A warm smile flooded Karen's face as she picked up the bag and placed it down on the table beside the pram so it was level for (Y/n) to reach into without straining.

"You'll miss the pictures," (Y/n) spoke softly and ticked her head in the direction of the photographers that were gathering round to take pictures of the five heroes.

"Please, Buck and Bobby will have those pictures printed all over this place by tomorrow, and besides, it's not like I'm gonna be in them." The softness pooling in her eyes and the light tone to her voice made (Y/n) want to melt into a puddle. She wasn't bothered about watching the photos being taken, not when she was going to get every copy she could and print them off along with the rest of the team.

She didn't need to see the photos being taken and Karen wasn't a part of them anyway, so being out the way with (Y/n) wasn't a bad thing or making her miss out on anything.

"God, I'm sorry… I'm okay, you go back and enjoy the ceremony."

"Hey," She moved her hand to (Y/n)'s shoulder and leaned closer until they were level. "You've had a big operation less than a week ago, and you're still recovering. Let us help you."

(Y/n) looked down at the pram before she glanced over at Karen. She didn't want to ask for help, but Karen was offering. This wouldn't make her a bad person or an incompetent mother if she had a little help. And she didn't want to put Minnie down in the pram and struggle to pick her back up again.

"Could you?" She silently motioned her arms out, feeling her heart leap when Karen all but squealed and eagerly but gently took Minnie from her.

"Hi baby, hi. I'm auntie Karen,"

Her words made (Y/n)'s smile soften as she turned to go through the bag and find the bottle she had made up at home before they left. She gave the bottle a shake, mixing the water and powder together but she frowned when she heard Karen.

"And here's your brave daddy."

(Y/n) didn't have chance to turn around and look before a pair of arms wound around her waist and she felt Tommy's lips attach to the side of her neck causing her to gasp. She could hear the Chief finishing off his speech and people were just starting to clap. The ceremony hadn't properly finished yet and Tommy had snook away to wrap around her.

"What're you doing? Get back up there, Pilot." She gave his wrist a light tap but she didn't try and break out of his arms while he held her and turned to look at Karen. She was happily swaying Minnie from side to side, comforting her until she could have her bottle.

"Hmm, thought you might need some help… and I missed you." He muttered into her neck, pressing another kiss there just to feel the way (Y/n) shivered against him.

(Y/n) leaned back against Tommy's chest and held her arms out, grinning when Karen gently eased Minnie back into her arms.

Tommy murmured a quiet "Thank you," in Karen's direction, smiling into (Y/n)'s neck when Karen nodded before she headed over towards her wife. The ceremony was finished now and that meant one thing; party time. The buffet would open, drinks would be passed around and someone had already set up the music in the background.

"Do you feel okay? You shouldn't be bending down, honey." He gave (Y/n) a squeeze and fluttered his fingers across her stomach, touching above her stitches so he didn't cause her any pain or irritation.

"You saw that, huh?"

Her eyes cast down to Minnie and she couldn't help but chuckle when Tommy reached his hand up to swipe the mittens from her hands. She was awake now and she wasn't likely to go back to sleep yet, nor was she going to scratch her face at the moment. He tossed the mittens in the bag and curled his hand around (Y/n)'s, holding the bottle along with her.

"Yes, I saw that, honey. And I don't want you overdoing anything please, let me look after my girls." Adrenaline flooded (Y/n)'s chest and surged through her heart when each word was punctuated with a kiss against her neck.

It didn't take long for Minnie to finish the bottle and something sparked in (Y/n)'s chest when she felt Tommy's lips travel up her neck. Open-mouthed kisses planted a trail over her skin until his lips were grazing along her ear and her knees almost gave out.

"My turn." The way he spoke had goosebumps rising on (Y/n)'s skin. She went limp and let him turn her around in his arms before his hands moved down towards her arms, indicating to their girl.

"Don't ruin your suit," (Y/n) whispered, putting the bottle back in the bag and taking out a cloth.

She let Tommy ease Minnie from her arms and she draped the cloth over his shoulder. The last thing he needed was spit or sick down his suit, especially when (Y/n) was sure more pictures would be taken throughout the rest of the afternoon. Not that she thought Tommy cared at all. He wasn't bothered if Minnie messed up his suit, he just wanted to hold his girls.

"Are you daddy's princess, hm?" He held Minnie up high, loving the way her little legs scrunched up to her tummy and she made a little clicking noise before a yawn escaped her lips. "Come on, let's show you off, and get something to eat. Bobby's been cooking."

Tommy eased her down onto his shoulder and began patting her back and gently nudging her up and down. He took the time to kiss the top of (Y/n)'s head, standing as close behind her as he could while he pointed towards the buffet table.

"You can't eat that, princess." He mumbled, gently pulling Minnie's tiny fist from her lips as she began drooling over her hand.

He lowered her down into the crook of his arm once she'd been winded and it allowed him to curve his free arm around (Y/n)'s waist, keeping both his girls close to his chest.

"Whenever you wanna go, just say."

"Why do I get the feeling you're already eager to leave?" (Y/n) looked up at him while both her hands curled around his wrist, keeping him as close as she could get him.

"Because as much as I wanna show you both off, I don't wanna share. Curling up on the sofa sounds great to me."

This was fun, Tommy loved being around this team and a few of the guys from Harbour had come down to support him too. But he would be ready for home whenever (Y/n) wanted to go. He liked to socialise, Tommy was all for being around friends and chatting and getting something to eat and this was a party with the 118. It was always entertaining. But he had his girls now and Minnie was a newborn and (Y/n) was recovering from surgery.

Spending the afternoon on the sofa with (Y/n) in his arms and Minnie beside them sounded heavenly to Tommy.

(Y/n) let Tommy guide them across to the buffet table and she grabbed a paper plate, waiting for Tommy to point out what he wanted. She knew Tommy would eat more than her, he always did due to the job he did and the time and training he did in the gym almost every day. They could easily share a plate and pick at what they wanted.

"Hey, there's the little lady. Can I hold her?" The eagerness in Buck's voice and the way he bounced from foot to foot had (Y/n) smiling sweetly in his direction.

But she pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes when she looked up at Tommy. He cast his eyes in Buck's direction, giving him a short, sideways glance before he looked down at his daughter and a simple "Nope." passed his lips.

"Baby, be nice." (Y/n) pecked his neck and she noticed his brow quirk and how hard he tried to keep his expression stoic. He was only playing around. He wanted to keep Minnie in his arm because she was settled with Tommy swaying her up and down, rocking and lulling her to stay calm.

Buck noted how tiny Minnie looked in Tommy's arm. She didn't seem to fit the expanse of his arm, she barely measured from his elbow to his wrist and when Tommy flexed his muscles, she was almost completely hidden from view. And Buck loved kids, he was desperate to cuddle her and hold her and see if she would settle with him like most kids seemed to do.

"C'mon, just a little hold, please? She's such a cutie."

Tommy's response had (Y/n) chuckling and Buck rolling his eyes. "Of course she's cute. She takes after me."

[scary-lasagna]

hello, I don’t really understand your request situation right now so if I’m sending this at the wrong time I’m sorry.

But, I just read your post about Slender’s dark secrets, and I really liked it! So I was wondering if you could talk more about them.

Have a good day!!

I decided to dive into the bit about the...things Slender has done to the earlier residents.

Friends

"Why the Hell would he do that? That's a fucking strong assumption to make, Jeff." An offended tone slapped the walls of the Rec Room, unusually empty besides a proxy and a infamous killer.

Jeff and Toby have never really clicked well. Something about Toby has always managed to rub Jeff the wrong way: his walk, his love of talking too loud, his abrupt tics, and his unkept hair, for a few examples.

Jeff just didn't want anything to do with him. But that didn't mean that he hated the poor bastard. Even so, they had more in common than they thought. Not that Toby knew that.

"I'm just saying, it all makes sense, right?" Jeff faced his palms up with a casual shrug from the beanbag chair, "He killed her. And I'm not just saying that to piss you off or anything. I mean look at what he did to Kate. She's terrified of him."

Althought Toby wasn't entirely close to Kate, it was obvious how much she avoided pissing Slender off, and always happened to be missing whenever things got tense around the manor. Her burns...had he also been the cause of them?

"Just because he may or may not have done something to KAte doesn't mean that he's an evil creature. Why would he kill a random chick in Michigan? Slender wouldn't do something like that-" Toby refused to believe it, not after Slender had took them all into open arms.

Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose before dragging his palm down his face. He crossed his arms as he stared up at the proxy. "Toby, who the fuck do you think cut the breaks in Lyra's car? Who drove Tim's friend to insanity? Jack's culty origin? Fuck, even Jane. She didn't have a violent bone in her body until my incident. I mean, think about it, doesn't it all just lead back to him?"

"It doesn't matter!" Toby didn't flinch at the mention of his sister, but then again he didn't have anything backing up his claim. It made him angry. He knew he was right.

"Then ask him, Toby." Jeff nonchalantly scratched his neck, "And you'll come back not remembering a damn thing like last time." He rolled his eyes toward the brunette. "And the time before that, too."

"You're fucking with me."

"'Fraid not." Jeff tsked and wrestled himself out of the beanbag chair. "Start leaving notes for yourself, Tobs'. That's how I figured everything out."

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"I'm not quite sure I am comphrehending your accusation, Toby. Do you believe I had something to do with Lyra's passing?" The Tall Man sat at his great oak desk, his spindly fingers clasped together on his desk mat.

"I-It's just sketchy. I mean, my memory is spotty, yeah, but right after I caught The Sickness, she died." Toby adjusted his seat on the leather office chair, scooting to the edge. His leg bounced. His nails were wearing thin from the abuse of nervousness.

"Toby, why on Earth would I do something like that? In no offense, it would be pointless to me to harvest such a small soul. From my recollection, Lyra did not have any great power that would have ade her a sustainable feeding victim." Slender suddenly furrowed his brow line, his head tilting ever so slightly, "You should know this Toby. Are you feeling alright?"

"I've been a little under the weather, I guess. I'm sorry for pointing fingers, everything has just been so confusing lately. I'm loosing track of time, and I can't remember what I did yesterday." Toby ran his hands through his slightly gready hair, and took great effort in slouching into the leather.

"Perhaps it's time for a mental health day. I'll adjust your schedule to fill in Kate for your shift in the next three days." Slender opened one of the larger cabniets in his desk, pulling out one of the many vintage tabloids he used to schedule his proxies. "And if we see no improvement, then we can adjust or change your medicine if needed."

As Slender set the tabloid down, Toby noticed a familiar face peeking out from under one of the many loose papers among the mess of a busy desk.

"Why do you have Brian's folder open?"

Slender paused, craning his head to eye the headshot picture. "I'm simply refreshing my memory of his medical history. No need to wear your heart of your sleeve, Toby." Slender quickly dismissed, waving Toby's concerns away. He seemed a bit more hasty to modify the schedule.

Toby's voice dropped into a gravely tone.

"Are you sure?"

Slender slowly lifted his head to look at Toby, who seemed to be fixed on a leaflet.

Kate. More specififcally, Kate's fresh burns from so many years ago, all photographed and on display. The nights of restless sleep must have finally caught up to Slender, and forgot to tuck them away before allowing Toby to burst in.

"Did Brian do that to Kate?"

"I will now be asking you to leave, Toby, this is a breach of confidential information on Kate's behalf. I'll adjust your schedule. Have a lovely vacation." And even though the words seems so considerate, Slender stood at full height, a tendril slithering around the front of the desk to tuck any pictures under loose papers. "Leave."

Maybe Jeff was right.

Toby stood quickly, and pivoted on he heels to walk out of the room. But something stopped him. An unforeseen force keeping his body in place.

"Absterge rasa, a medietate prius. Mote fiat."

Toby turned, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Y'know, your German sometimes sounds really weird!" He laughed, "Anyway, I gotta drop that paper off to Jeff, you said he's in the Rec Room, right?"

[wisteriaiswriting]

Skye, Deadlock, Harbor and Omen dating a tall male reader who slouches

𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕊𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤

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She loudly points this out everytime she finds you slouching.

Tries to stop this by patting you on the back a few times when she is in reach of you.

Will subtly tease you with different nicknames surrounding large animals

***

A last minute meeting was called, causing everyone to be hudled around in the living room. You were one of the last few to enter, meaning you were stuck standing behind everyone else. After a few minutes of Brimstone talking you didn’t notice how you leaned over, but Skye did.

As soon as she noticed her hand moved over to give your back a few taps on the back. The signal sent you sending up straight again, eyes shooting towards her.

“Lookin’ good there emu~”

“Kirra!”

Majority of the time she won’t actually say anything, instead she’ll just pull on your shirt.

Does this whenever she has the chance to, which has caused some… surprises.

Subtly checks to see if your back is doing fine.

***

Iselin made her way down the hallway, eyes quickly searching through every open door. Soon enough they landed on you, who was clearly slouching over a desk. So she stepped closer, not bothering to speak. Her hand reached up, giving your shirt a quick tug to pull you up.

“You need to stand up straight.”

“Yeah yeah.”

But as soon as she let go, you leaned back over. Sighing as she reached for you again,

“Don’t.”

He’ll accidentally be loud about it.

If he finds you slouching often he’ll start gently pulling your shoulders back.

Will give you a massage if he finds out you're in any discomfort.

***

Stepping into your room, Varun found you slouching over a box. Quietly groaning as your hand sneaked under your shirt to rub under your shirt. Watching as you were clearly in pain.

“मोती!” Jumping at his sudden voice, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a bit of back pain.”

Leaning into his touch as his arms wrapped around your waist, soaking in his warmth.

“And why do you think that is?”

“From slouching…”

“Yeah it is, but that means one thing.”

Turning your head to look back at him, confusion spread across your face.

“Hmm?”

“A massage!”

***

मोती - Pearl

I believe he also slouches.

So he knows some of the effects it can have on your back.

He won’t loudly point it out.

Will ask Sage about ways to help

***

“Y/N,” Hearing Omen’s voice from the doorway had you turn your head, finding him holding a box. “Sage told me these might help.”

Placing them down on the bed next to you, allowing you to look and search through it. There were multiple packets of medication, unopened boxes of different sports like equipment, ice and heat packs.

Omen pulled out a few packets of pills before popping out a few pills, handing them to you with some water. When you swallowed he placed a few heat packs on your back, placing the box on the floor.

Pulling the blankets back up over you as he sat next to you.

“Get some rest.”

[mutt-things]

here he is ! my Milo variant, I've been calling him co-dependent Milo

(also Bailey does actually have dog ears/ tail cause god forbid I make an oc without animal ears )

ik that Milo is technically dependent on Eris naturally but like to the degree I push it , I think it fits

you can see the main lore of why he is the way he is here with my oc Bailey

I'll put more random info for him here :3

Bailey gifted him most of the stuff he is wearing (sweater, choker, necklace and flower in his hair)

since he stays at home Bailey has supported his hobby of knitting and needle work, so he is pretty skilled at it

He naturally slouches because of a joke bailey would say about him being “to tall”

He doesn't like leaving the apartment because Bailey convinced him its to dangerous for him outside it 

He can't really cook but is a very good cleaner ,as is something he'd do while waiting for bailey to come home so he'd feel a little more useful 

Bailey got him a light brown lop bunny named caramel 

If he's feeling ignored or particularly needy for attention he’ll purposefully cause himself small injuries (pricking/ cutting his fingers) because he knows bailey will dote on him

Its not shown but his hand are covered in bandages similar to pre-Milo because he pick/ chews on them from anxiety

his "animal" I associate with him is a lamb

[zkylearnstherope]

Because everyone is reacting to Dark being short, here's something that I did on February 28th.

Hollow Heads and their Posture plus Character Analogy #studies

I never posted it here, but I did this intense research thingy where I became obsessed with properly getting the Hollow Head's posture.

This was my last project before I moved from Adobe Photoshop CS6 to Krita. I completely forgot about it, to be honest.

From left to right: Dark, Chosen, Second, victim, and H I added my tall boy H (Hangman) in there too, 'cause why not.

So what were my conclusions?

Second is the tallest one. His legs are longer and he's more slouched than the rest of them. He notably has a wide leg stance, but his shoulders are the most relaxed. Having a weak stance like this implies that he's mostly in a peaceful or at least safest environment compared to the rest of them.

Chosen has the most tensed posture. His arms look as if he's always ready to block any attack, and his legs look as if he's always ready to run at anytime. What does this mean? He's never relaxed. There's always this fear at the back of his mind, that someone is out there to get him.

victim is the most fragile out of all of them. He moves as if he has this plan in his mind that he's replaying over and over again, like anticipating every variable. His stance is very narrow, with his limbs barely leaving his main body. Not a fighter at all. He knows he's weak so he makes up for it with the smarts and resourcefulness.

Dark is the most confident. His legs look as if he has strong stance, yet his arms look very relaxed. He knows he's strong and isn't afraid of what his opponent might do. The way his head moves while in combat, imply that he's also very observant, and can likely anticipate the moves of his opponent. And yes, he's the shortest one (because victim is slightly slouched while Dark is standing straight).

H is mostly an OC at this point. He evolved so much that you can't even recognize that he's the Hangman.

Main inspiration came from:

Second - AvPhysics Also had some help with Nova on getting the head just right.

victim - The Box

Chosen - Wanted

Dark - Showdown I drew Dark's head thinner, unlike the Showdown which has thicker strokes. Although someone pointed out that I should've used the King Orange vs. The Dark Lord - An Actual Short as reference for the body.

The heads were manually redrawn and was not traced at all. The reason for this was I had to make them the same thickness.

[nott-another-sideblog]

random theo nott headcanons that i like:

he reads excessively, mostly non-fiction because he likes learning new things, though he also likes horror and narratives that are meant to instil a lot of emotion, whether it be good or bad

follows etiquette rules way too much, applying them to most interactions even if he’s comfortable with a person. it takes a while for him to drop them when talking to someone

scared of birds because he doesn’t like how fast some of them can fly, and some of them are small so they’re hard to spot until they’re zooming at him

he believes that the unspeakables are spreading false information about time magic on purpose, and that the One True Timeline concept is an agenda pushed out to stop people from trying to progress time magic because it would cause problems for the ministry.

tall as fuck and has ramrod straight posture. he’s like 6’3 and doesn’t slouch and he towers over people. he actually doesn’t like his height because he thinks it makes him stand out too much

doesn’t blink that often but when he does, it’s often slow

mixed opinions on cinnamon. he likes it in some baked goods but as a main flavour he’s iffy

HATES getting wet - he refuses to go out in the rain unless he’s protected by like seven different charms

very interested on the basic rules of magic, wants to know why something works more than how because he thinks it’s more beneficial and applicable

he used to write all his thoughts in a journal until he got anxious that someone would read it, then he started writing in invisible ink. then he forgot which pages he wrote on and had to start making little marks in the corner of the pages to remember

he is a weak, weak man. if he didn’t have charms to help him pushing his suitcase onto the hogwarts express would have killed him by now.

embodies the brains over brawn trope, except he hinders himself because his intelligence makes him think of even more ways that things can go wrong and it makes him panic. he also tends to skip the simpler options because he thinks of them less often, making his life a bit harder sometimes. he hates those trick riddles because of this as most time the answer is in easily shippable information or a simple solution hidden by extra details. i’m talking specifically about that type of riddle you’d hear at school with answers that seem obvious but nobody gets

[mabelstone]

Prof. Stone.

matt stone x reader

summary: your calculus professor's got it out for you. you're going to change that.

word count: 831

note: a short introductory chapter. no 18+ (yet... hehe)

hes a bit of a dick in this one but he will get nicer. maybe.

pls lmk what you think! asks are always open with suggestions :)

also i dont know why the picture quality sucks sorry

Part One.

You begrudgingly walked into lecture theatre for your calculus class; the one you’d had to take for extra credits. You’d hated math ever since elementary, but since you weren’t doing well in your psychology degree, you had to pick up an extra course over the summer. As calculus was the only class not full, here you were, surrounded by a bunch of arrogant overachievers who seemed to be passing you in every way imaginable.

To make things worse, your professor had it out for you, or at least it felt that way. As the rest of the class piled in filling the seats around you, you rested your arms on the tiny desk, your head following suit with an exhausted sigh.

After several minutes passed, the chatter in the room died down and the theatre door echoed shut. “Morning,” your professor mumbled, placing his things down on his desk before taking out his laptop and fiddling with the projector. He was a tall, sinewy man probably in his late forties, early fifties, with short, curly hair, and a neatly kempt beard. He was a handsome man, and you often heard girls in the class whispering about him, and no doubt, he heard too. You could tell by his demeanour, the way he carried himself. He knew he was good looking, which in his mind meant he didn’t need to go out of his way to be friendly. You lifted your head from your arms and opened your laptop, wishing more than anything you were still in bed.

As you waited, you rested your hand on your cheek, letting out a large yawn. The mumbling in the background seemed to fade as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed.

“Usually, we rest before we come to class,” you jolted awake at the harsh voice of your professor, who was only inches from your face.

“Sorry, sir, I-“

“Alright!” He proclaimed to the class, ignoring you and heading back to the front of the theatre. “I was very impressed with the assessments you turned in, give or take a few.” The class chuckled at his snide comment, causing you to huff and slump back into your seat. That assessment kicked your ass and there was no way you passed. “I’ll pass out your results shortly, but in the meantime, revise chapters fourteen to thirty; they’re relevant to your exam.”

As he handed out everyone’s papers, you flicked through to page fourteen, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Y/N,” your professor approached your desk in a hushed tone, his green eyes piercing through you with a glint of disappointment. “Stay back once everyone leaves, okay?” You nodded, your face turning red as he slid the paper onto your desk; 20% circled in bright red marker. Fuck.

As the lesson wrapped up, he said goodbye to the class and packed his things away. You remained seated at your desk, heart pounding, incredibly embarrassed. You watched as the last two girls in the class went up and thanked him for their grades, batting their eyelashes and claiming that they were so grateful.

“You’re welcome, ladies,” he smiled, ushering them out of the theatre. He made his way over to you, clasping his hands together. “Right, you know why you’re here, yes?”

You sighed loudly, slouching back into your seat. “Stab in the dark, could it be my shit grade?”

“Well, it’s not because of your wonderful attitude,” he huffed sarcastically, leaning on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you even taking this class, Y/N?”

You shrugged, crossing your own arms. “I need the points,” you claimed in a blasé tone.

“You’re not gonna get them with this pathetic effort,” he snickered, watching the way you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Did you even try?”

“Of course I did,” you retorted in defence. “I just have no fucking clue what I’m doing.”

He moved toward you, not breaking eye contact, his voice stern. “Maybe you would if you didn’t sleep every lesson.” He walked over to your desk, placing his large, veiny hand onto your paper, chuckling under his breath, "you certainly aren't tired from studying calculus."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, gathering your things. “Did you seriously hold me back to belittle me? Look, Mr. Stone, I’m sorry I didn’t do well.” You made your way to the door feeling humiliated. You wouldn’t be coming back. “It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little nicer by the way.”

Just as you were about to grab the handle, he spoke up. “I will help you.” You dropped your hand turning back to him. “If you will actually try and not waste either of our time, I will help you. Because you will not pass without it.”

“Okay.” You replied dryly. You knew he was right.

“Stay back tomorrow after class.” He nodded to the door, and without another word, you left.

Okay, maybe you would be coming back.

[glitch-karma]

HEYYYY! HOW ARE YOU??

Could you do smth about Ango, where his s/o picks him up out of his work chair, slings him over their shoulder (The s/o is pretty tall and physically strong) and takes him home. And when they take him home they feed him, bathe him and dress him in something comfy and just take him to bed and cuddle him. Just a motherly person tbh.

If you don’t like this or you don’t feel like doing this please feel free to disregard it. And if you do and up doing it I’ll probably be back! Anyways, have a good day/night!! <333

(I absolutely love your panty pfp btw)

✧One shot

✧Content/Cw's: Fluff, comforting the exhausted boy,

✧Includes: GN! Reader, Reader also works at the special ops, Reader is also taller than Ango(How?🤷) , Established relationship, Pet names, dirty jokes from reader

✧Notes: He really needs a hug man, took me awhile to do this cause I would get a burst of energy and ruin the sleepy vibes lmao

You released a sigh as you stretched out in your office chair. You'd stayed at the office for around an extra hour, but it was definitely time to go home. Coming in early and leaving late was a frequent reoccurrence, but today was super busy. Leaving everyone rightfully tired.

You released an exhausted sigh as you stood up and clicked the power button on your work computer. A yawn escaped your lips as you grabbed your work bag and flipped off the lights in your office. You walked a few doors down the hall, stopping at an opened office door that was familiar to you. "Angoo-"

You stopped as you peeked into his office. He'd already turned off all his lights, but he was vigorously typing in his computer still. A cup of coffee sitting right next to him that looked half empty.

You could faintly see the dark circles under his eyes as he typed quickly. He was definitely focused, but on the wrong things this late. A sigh escaped your lips as you set your bag down beside the door. "Ango." You mumbled, alerting him as he glanced up from his computer.

"Ah, dearest. I didn't think you'd be done with work so early." He said as he slouched back in his chair a tad. "Ango. It's 1 am." He looked surprised as he looked back down at his watch and sighed. "So it is.."

"It's time to go home, I'll pack your stuff." You say, reaching down and picking up his bag and putting stray papers and folders into it as he sat up. "Y/n, I really should finish this before-"

Before he could finish you already had both of your bags in your hands, walking over and sliding his desk chair back. He sat there blinking as you quickly saved and exited out every tab, then pressing the power button. "It's time to go home and eat a proper meal Sakaguchi." He stared at you in shock. "Well-"

Before he could get a thought out, he was scooped onto your shoulder. He struggled a bit out of shock as you positioned him better. "Let's go then." You spoke as you carried him out of the office. After a few seconds of walking, you could feel him ease up as he rested his head against your neck. You smiled in victory as you opened the glass door, walking towards the parking lot.

After securely placing him and your bags in the passenger seat, you hopped in the front and started making your way back home. "So, for dinner I was thinking I'd just make some rice and reheat that eel I made the other day. I know it's your favorite, not sure if it'll be as good reheated but eh, it's late." You smiled as you drove.

You couldn't see it, but Ango's face softened as he stared at you. It was funny how your voice and the way you talked could calm him so. Just a special skill of yours he guesses. "-and I swear I will cook again tomorrow. Feels like we've been having leftovers for days."

He chuckled as he rested back in the car seat. You chuckled as well as you pulled into the driveway. You yawned as you opened up your car door, Ango doing the same. You walked around, grabbing both bags again as you dug in your own for the keys. Before you could find them, Ango pulled out his own and unlocked the door himself.

You both walked in, you setting both bags in a separate room before slipping off Ango's jacket. "Go ahead and sit down. I bought some microwave rice so all I have to do is reheat the eel." You nodded at him as you headed to the kitchen. He watched as you walked away, a little awe struck. Even with your hair messy and your work clothes still on, you were gorgeous to him.

After a few minutes you walked back over and set down the two bowls next to him along with a small plate of cucumber strips. Sitting down and grabbing your own, you both began eating. It was quiet, only the sound of both of your chopsticks as you both enjoyed the meal together.

As both of your bowls emptied, you then stood up with a delightful sigh. "Alright. Now that our stomachs are full.." you spoke as you grabbed a piece of Ango's hair, which was slightly greasy. "We gotta do something about this."

Ango pushed up his glasses as you spoke, slightly embarrassed. You pulled back his chair, grabbing him under his arms and lifting him onto his feet. "Come on, bath time." You said as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bathroom.

He sat on the counter as you switched the tub on, closing the drain and watching it slowly fill. You grabbed a small bag of bath salts next to the tub along with a soap you knew he liked. Putting both in, you swished around the tub to mix it, before standing up and wiping your hand off as it filled.

"Alright, now strip." You said, looking over at Ango. His face exploded crimson as you spoke. You smirked down at him as you threw the towel to the counter. "It's not like I haven't seen it before y'know." You teased.

Ango looked away from you as he took off his glasses. "I know I know." He chuckled in embarrassment. You chuckled as well as you walked up to him. "Here, I'll help with your shirt. Just with the buttons." You said as you began un-buttoning each of the buttons on his shirt. He chuckled as he undid his tie right as you finished.

After, you put your attention back on the bath. It was almost full, but needed a few more bubbles. You walked over and put some more soap in as Ango finished undressing. You then stood up and turned the faucet off. "Alright, it's ready for ya An'"

You could see Ango melt as he got in the warm bath, his face softening. You smiled as you sat on your knees by the tub. You kissed his forehead as you leaned back, grabbing a scrub as you handed it to him. "Scrub all the work stress off your body. After your done I'll shampoo your hair. And condition it since it desperately needs it." You smiled at him as he took the scrub from you.

He laughed as you grabbed the shampoo and a cup. You waited a few minutes, making conversation as he washed the day off his body. After he finished you filled the cup up, dumping it over his head as he backed away from the water a bit. You smirked as you grabbed the shampoo, squirting it into the top of his head. Dipping your hands in the water first, you began scrubbing the shampoo into his scalp, which he seemed to be enjoying thoroughly.

After you finished his hair, you planted a few kisses around his face. Then standing up and begging to drain the tub. "Here, dry yourself off. I'll go get you some pj's," you smile as you hand him a towel. He smiles back as you leave the bathroom, walking into your shared bedroom.

As you walked back, you set the clothes onto the sink counter top. "Go ahead and get dressed, I'll change and meet you in bed." You said as you walked out of the bathroom.

When you walked back out to the bed, you saw Ango setting his glasses on the bed stand. You hopped onto the bed, releasing a sigh as you crawled under the covers. You then turned to the man beside you as he stared into your eyes. You smiled at him as you opened your arms. "C'me here."

He accepted the invitation as his head made contact with your chest. You chuckled lightly as your arms wrapped around him. You could feel his breath steady as it hit your neck. You slowly placed a line of kisses in his head as you stroked his back lightly. He sighed into you as he scoots closer.

"I love you my dear." He mumbled as you could hear the sleepiness in his voice. You kissed him once more as you pulled him even closer. "I love you too. Get some rest, alright? You need it." You said as your own eyes fell shut. The two of you enjoyed each other's arms that night.

[toffeesbabbles]

some quick design headcanons for horror before i reread the story (why I'm I making headcanons /before/ I read the story? I'm impatient sorry)

I thought, given his coat jacket was stained with blood, it wasn't too much of a stretch to make it seem that he had coagulated blood on his skull from when it got broken.

he's always slouched, gotta project my bad posture onto someone. Also I just thought it would be funny since I imagine him super tall to go from being tall to being TALLER when he sits up, which I can imagine he does before he fights or sm?

His spine vertebral arches (had to check google for that one) stick out far more than any other sans. I just thought it looked cool tbh

his coat has been torn from the many scuffles (cause you know fighting for life cause of the starvation) I'm sure he gets in, but papyrus patched it up for him to best of his ability (he used scraped fabric that is mismatched from the original coat, not sure how available fabric would be during a famine...).

his nose hole? bone, idk. The correct terminology... is more realistic than other senses. This one doesn't have a reason aside from I thought it would be scarier, but maybe it could tie into the reason for my height headcanon (below)

more yappage under the cut

i share the HC that many do (not sure who started it) that horror is huge. Not sure if it's the reason why other people do it this way, but I imagine the starvation eventually mutates monsters to become, well...more monstrous. So Horror was the size of a normal sans, but his magic went wacko, and maybe it's even like a primal defense mechanism for monsters to grow bigger when starved/constant flight or fight and he grew huge (does that even make sense? I'm putting it anyway). His brother is even taller, standing at like a terrifying 10 ft or something like that in my head. uhh I vaguely remember seeing this explanation elsewhere? so don't credit me with the idea...

[mouwrites]

Heyy:)) I love you’re writing soo muchhh

Could u do a Lloyd x fem reader so basically he’s madly in love with her but he’s mean to her in school and then they meet as ninjas and he tells her about that wonderful girl in his school and she gives him advice and the next day at school he does exactly what she said and she wants to meet him alone and talks to him and then they both know they’re indantiny

Thank you for your kind words! I hope this is okay ^^

Word count: 1k

Ninjago - Giving the Green Ninja Advice to Ask His Crush (You) Out

“Well, look at Miss Smarty-Pants over here,” Lloyd teased, leaning over your desk to stare at your math test. You had gotten a good score, but suddenly you were wishing you hadn’t.

Glancing at Lloyd’s paper, your frown deepened. He had gotten a lower score than you; that’s probably why he was antagonizing you. You just shoved the paper into your backpack, slouching in your chair and staring at your lap self-consciously. Only Lloyd could ruin good news like that. You weren’t sure why, but the boy seemed dead set on making you miserable every time you interacted.

You gritted your teeth at the memory. You were grateful to be able to channel your frustrations from school into a good cause: being a ninja. Jumping from the rooftops, chasing down criminals, engaging in combat—all fantastic ways to let out a little anger.

You had just finished preventing a robbery when you decided to take a little break. You found a perch atop a tall apartment complex overlooking the city, and you plopped down gratefully on the edge. It wasn’t long until a familiar green figure found you, taking a seat beside you.

“Hey,” you greeted cheerfully. You were feeling much better already, but the appearance of your friend was really the cherry on the sundae.

“Hi,” he wheezed. Apparently, he was also taking a break from crime-fighting.

You giggled. “Rough night?”

He took a moment to catch his breath before responding. “Rougher day at school.”

“Oh, really? What happened?”

“The girl I like did not respond well to my flirting.”

“Ooh,” you cooed, kicking your dangling feet excitedly. “The Green Ninja has a crush!”

You couldn’t see his cheeks, but you were certain they were red. “Yeah, heh. She’s really awesome. We have a few classes together at school.”

“You should ask her out,” you ventured boldly.

“Funny you should bring that up—I was going to ask for your advice anyway.”

You clapped your hands together giddily. “Okay, tell me what you know about her.”

“Well, I know she likes (favorite drink).”

“Okay, so definitely buy her a bottle of that. And… hmm… can you draw?”

“Sort of. Only cartoons, though.”

“That’s fine. Draw a little cute caricature of her on a card that says something like ‘I like you, please go out with me’ or whatever.”

Your advice session was cut short when you heard a shriek in the alleyway below. Sharing a quick look of apprehension, you both sprang to your feet and rushed into action.

The next day, you were doodling absentmindedly in your notebook while you waited for first period to begin. You jumped as an object slammed onto your desk. It was a fresh bottle of (favorite drink) with a little card tied to the cap. You looked up just in time to see Lloyd hurrying away.

You sighed. The card probably said something rude, you guessed, but you opened it anyway. To your surprise, it actually contained a rather cute cartoonish drawing that looked strikingly similar to your own cantenance. Below it was written: “I like you. Please go out with me.”

You stared at the card for a second. A strange sense of familiarity overpowered your confusion at something like this coming from Lloyd. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something you’d seen (or maybe talked about?) before. Then it hit you. With a completely dumbfounded expression you looked between Lloyd and the card, back and forth a couple times before clapping the card shut and turning to face Lloyd in the seat next to you.

“Well? What do you thin—”

“Meet me after school. Out by the dumpsters.”

Lloyd blinked at you. His lips curved in a slight smile, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was silenced by the bell.

The day couldn’t have gone by slower for either of you, but finally you found yourselves face to face behind the school.

You held up the card. “Who told you to do this?”

Lloyd’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Um, a friend gave me some advice.”

You looked around, making sure you were alone, before leaning in to whisper: “Was this ‘friend’ a ninja?”

“Wh… how did you know that?”

“Because that was me! I’m the f/c ninja!”

“You?!”

You stared at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds, tension growing thick in the silence. Then, without warning, you burst into laughter.

“Wait—wait,” you gasped between laughs. “So when you said the girl didn’t respond well to your ‘flirting’, you meant that stupid rude remark you made about my test?”

Lloyd’s brow cocked innocently. “Was that not flirting?”

“No!” You erupted into another fit of giggles.

“Huh. Well, I’m glad I came to you for advice, then. I’m clearly a lost cause when it comes to romancing.”

You nodded, smiling sheepishly. “I totally thought you hated me.”

“I could never hate you. I don’t hate you as Y/n, and I don’t hate you as the f/c ninja. Though I suppose maybe you prefer me as the Green Ninja.”

You chewed your cheek thoughtfully. “Well, I’d certainly appreciate it if you could treat me as nicely as he does.”

“Of course I will. I’m sorry I was so mean before. I guess it was my backward way of flirting.”

“All is forgiven.” You never expected you’d be saying that to Lloyd, but knowing that he was also the Green Ninja, your companion of the night, the words spilled almost automatically from your mouth. It was strange; knowing what you knew now, your hatred for the boy had evaporated at once.

“So, uh… what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes!”

Lloyd threw his arms around your middle, lifting you up and spinning you around while laughing gleefully. When he put you down, he pulled out his vibrating phone from his pocket.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get home.”

“Okay,” you breathed, cheeks flushed from giggling while he twirled you. “See you tonight?”

As he turned to walk away, he shot you a smirk. “Yeah. See you tonight, f/c-ninja-slash-Y/n.”

Thanks for your request! And thank you for reading, take care of yourselves precious gems <33

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

The Daily Grind (Part 4)

Summary:After a heavy night of drinking, Robin assures you that she knows the perfect cure for a hangover. Things also start looking up for you as a new client comes your way. (sorry I suck at summaries!)

Word Count:1,216 (sorry it's a short one this time.)

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You wake up on Saturday morning with your head a little worse for wear as you stumble into the living room where Robin is already dropping two Alka-Seltzers into a tall glass of water and sliding it towards you.

"Remind me again why I let you talk me into doing shots?" You cringe, sipping on the fizzy water.

"I told you that you needed to let loose." She smiled, finishing off her own glass of water. "Come on! Drink up and get dressed. I know the actual cure for a hangover, and it's a piping hot coffee and pastry from Steamy Beans.

You down the last of your water, and make your way to your room to get changed, whilst  Robin patiently waits for you in the living room.

You make your way out of your room, deciding on a pair of jeans and a warm sweater to avoid the chill of the late September air.

Grabbing your purse you both begin making your way out of the apartment towards the café. 

Sure enough there it is, the café’s logo painted on the front window, and a red neon welcome sign hangs above the door.

Walking in you’re immediately hit with the inviting aromatic scent of freshly ground coffee beans and sweet sugary pastries.

“Morning Stevie!” Robin shouts brightly to the man behind the counter, causing the few people who were already here, assumedly trying to enjoy their morning coffee in peace, to turn their heads her way.  

“Good morning to you too, Robin.” the man sighs with a smile. 

Steve, or Stevie, which you’re assuming is Robin’s affectionate pet name for him as your eyes catch his name printed on the little pin-badge that’s pinned to his light brown apron, smiles your way as he introduces himself. He runs a large hand through his mousey brown hair, brushing back the strands that seem to flop in front of his face with a quiet huff.

You introduce yourself to him, smiling as you give him a 'good morning' of your own.

“We used to work together back in the day.” Robin smiles with a playful nudge of her elbow in your arm.

“Yeah, nothing bonds two people more than scooping ice-cream all summer.” Steve laughs sarcastically. “So what’ll it be for you ladies this morning?”

“I’ll take my usual cappuccino and a cinnamon roll when you're ready, Steve." Robin says handing him the money.

Your eyes pour over the sweet treats on display for a moment before you make your decision.

"And I think I'll have a latte and a blueberry muffin please!" You smile handing him over  your money too.

"Okay! Coming right up! Take a seat and I'll bring it right over to you in a moment."

You and Robin take a seat by the window, watching as the daily comings and goings of Hawkins push through their morning.

"Have you had any luck with the job advertisement?" Robin asks.

"No, not yet." You slouch in your seat. It seemed as though no one in Hawkins needed their hair cut, or styled for that matter. "..But I'm trying to remain hopeful." 

"There you go, one cappuccino and a cinnamon roll for you.." Steve says, unloading his tray and placing Robin's order down on the table in front of her. '..and one latte and blueberry muffin for you." he says, placing your order down in front of you. “Enjoy!” He flashes you a friendly smile before he turns around to get back to work.

Robin quickly snaps her neck around before Steve can leave. Her eyes widen and her eyebrows raise up, you were already well aware of the look that was currently gracing your best friend’s face. She’d had an idea.

“Hey! Dingus! Come back here for a minute!” Robin shouts out to Steve.

“What’s up, Rob?” Steve nods for Robin to continue.

“Weren’t you telling me how you were in a desperate need of a haircut?” 

“Yeah..” he drags out, not following where she was going with her line of questioning.

“Well, look no further, Stevie!” Robin exclaimed, as she gestured towards you. “What? You said you were taking on new clients? What better head of hair to get back to work with than this glorious mane right here!”

"Wait, you do haircuts? Like professionally?"

“Yup!” you say, popping the p as you nod. "Have done for a few years but I moved back here and all my clients are back in Chicago, so I'm looking to build up a new client base."

“Please I’m actually desperate at this point.” he pleads.

“Well I can come by your place on Monday if you like?” you offer.

“Thank you so much! You’re an absolute life-saver! The woman at the salon who I usually trust to do my hair moved away a few months back, and I tried going to the barbers on 7th Street but then I backed out when they came at me with the clippers. Never again.” he explained as he recounted his memory with a shudder, seemingly it had been quite the traumatic experience for him.

“Steve’s very protective over his hair. I mean so much so that it became part of his nickname.” Robin explains with a laugh at her friend’s expense. “Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.” Robin snorts with laughter with her fingers sarcastically doing air-quotes.

“IT’S MY BEST FEATURE, ROBIN.” Steve defends vehemently.

“Well I promise you’re in safe hands with me, Steve. No clippers will be coming your way I can assure you."

"Thanks again! I should be going, I've got customers to serve!" and with that Steve dashes off back to work.

"Well there's your first client to get the ball rolling!" Robin said, mumbling as she took a bite of her cinnamon roll. “Now what’s happening with you and Eddie tomorrow, huh? Isn’t he supposed to be taking you on some big fancy date?”

“It’s just two people hanging out, casually, having some fun together. Nothing serious.” you explained. You downplayed it, but you were actually really excited. Getting to hang-out with Eddie like this was something that you were looking forward to, and you could only hope that he was as excited about it as you were.

“Sounds a lot like a date if you ask me” Robin scoffs as she rolls her eyes, sipping her coffee. “Remind me where he’s taking you?”

“He texted me again last night saying he was going to pick me up from your place tomorrow at five. Said he’s taking me to a fall festival.” you say, picking a few bites from your muffin

“That’s cute! What are you going to wear?” 

“I hadn’t thought about that, probably something really casual. It’s not like we’re going to a fancy restaurant or anything” You truly hadn’t given much thought to what you were going to wear. What was the appropriate thing to even wear to a fall festival you muse as you drink the final few sips of your coffee.

Robin finishes up her drink and gathers her things before she starts to leave.

“Wait! Where are you off too?” you ask, twisting around in your seat to look at your friend.

“We are going shopping to find you an outfit, because you, my dear friend, have a date tomorrow.”

@sunflowerdaydreamer @xxhellfiregirlxx @penguinsandpotterheads @munsonology @seatnights @avalon-wolf @jesssssmaybankk @ali-r3n

[angeledeggs]

Could you do the m6 and courteirs with a short [like around 5ft] s/o?

Yes!! Relatable, I'm barely above 5'2 also 😭😭

Asra💜:

Way too smug about it

Like, they're only around 5'5-5'6, it's not like it's a big height difference, but they still while just look at you and start snickering at your height.

He'll probably rest his hand on your hand and grin down at you, just to mess with you

Makes a few comments about you being 'pocket sized' and things of the sort, and won't stop making horrible height jokes

(Asra literally makes dad jokes stg)

Will always just tilt their chin up when you go to kiss them, just to play with you a bit until they finally lean down and kiss you

Julian🦠:

Oh my god he loves it.

He has no end of adorable nicknames for you, as he's nearly six foot, and will call you thinks like, "שורטי" or "tiny" just to mess with you.

Will definitely do that thing where he'll just slowly start leaning until he's using your head as an armrest as he smirks down at you.

Will purposely not lean down to kiss you and be like oh no?? Are you not tall enough?? Before he starts laughing his ass off.

Will like, manspread by grabbing onto the tops of doorways just to flex that he's taller lol.

Muriel💙:

Thinks it's cute.

He's around six foot but probably will only tease you about your height sometimes.

After all, he does think it's very cute and he doesn't want you to be insecure about it.

He'll always lean down to give you a kiss, or pick you up if you'd prefer that.

Might pay your head though, just for convenience (that's what he tells himself, at least)

Nadia💎:

Her heels are even more useful, now.

She's slightly above average height too, but will definitely tease you.

She might give you some of her heels if you like them to be a bit taller, but she loves your height

She thinks it's adorable, honestly.

Will probably call you something cute cause of your height like "छोटा" or "tiny".

She dosent do that thing where she uses your as an armrest, but she definitely might pretend to sit her cup on your head for a few seconds to mess with you, because she's silly. (eee she's so silly I love her!!!)

Portia🧡:

Finally, she's taller than someone!

While she might only be a couple of inches taller than you, she will absolutely flaunt it.

She might even wear heels and insist you're shrinking.

Just like her brother, if she's able to, she'll use your head as an armrest to mess with you.

She probably also loves to give you forehead kisses and stuff cuz of the height difference!!

Lucio👑:

As if he wasn't cocky enough.

He's doing literally everything in his power to tease you.

Like, literally, he's leaning on your head, setting things on your head, pressing a tape measure up your height, all he can do to mess with you.

It amuses him to no end, especially if you laugh or get grumpy about it.

He's a little shit though, and probably does it just cause he thinks it's funny.

Thinks it's also very cute though.

Valerius🍷:

He never says anything about it.

But that doesn't mean he can't totally mess with you for it.

He'll definitely hide some of your heeled shoes if you have any for fun, but he will give them back if you ask.

He'll like, very subtlety lean against you so that the height difference is more obvious.

If you slouch, he just grins a bit, cause that makes me you look even shorter, and he also definitely stands to his full height.

He likes being taller, it makes him feel more confident. Dosent mean he dislikes your height though, he really adores it.

Vlastomil🐛:

This motherfucker is tall as SHIT

Like taller than Julian lever kind of tall not as tall as Valdemar (SHH IGNORE CANON SHHH SHHH) but this bitch is just like TALL.

He's usually taller than everyone else, but having such a height difference on you makes him chuckle to himself.

He'll tease you by comparing you to one of his worms, and will probably pat your head and playfully push it down.

Might even measure you once or twice and be like oh, yes, you're very small, haha

Volta🍰:

Valdemar💉:

JSNSSJS THEY LITERALLY WONT SHUT UP ABOUT IT

Insists that you must have been "destined" to be short, to be their side table.

You think it's bad that Valerius might tap his wine glass against your head? WELL VAL IS LITERALLY 10 TIMES WORSE

They'll set their tools or papers on your head for minutes at a time and literally won't take them off till you start begging.

Might tug you up to kiss them just cause they can, or deny you kisses until you figure out a way to reach them.

All in all, they're very happy about it.

Very happy.

HEHSSHSHDGD SHES LITERALLY SO SHORT

Like I'd say she's around 5'2 MAYBE 5'3 so she's just happy to have a partner that's her height.

She dosent really tease you, more like she just jokes sometimes about how she's happy to have someone the same height as her for good kissing.

She also like might wear heels and be like oh my god what did you know turns out I'm taller.

She also jokes about you two having it good because you both 'get hit by rain last'.

She honestly loves it she thinks you two being the same height is so awesome .

Vulgora⚔️:

They are so smug.

They're only around 5'5 or PERHAPS 5'6 there's only a couple of inches in height difference, but they'll never miss the opportunity to tease you about it.

They might even wear heels just to show that THEY are taller, NOT you.

They kind of make it a competition, just like everything else.

But they also won't miss the opportunity to compliment your height, mention that they think it's adorable.

Will lean on your head and give you a few forehead kisses because you're the perfect height for it

❀

[bugflies00]

i have thoughts about height headcanons

cwilbur is very tall, naturally, not as much as some of the otherworldly beings on the server like cranboo or cfoolish, but still in the 2m range (6’6). he’s a very ‘leaning’ guy: he leans in doorways, he slouches over sofas, he drapes himself over chairs. like a cat, his dad used to say. his posture also varies a lot. on one hand, like many other aspects of himself, he’s learned to control it (though not totally) and turn it into a performance when he needs it. so for eg, when he’d give a speech or something in lmanberg, his posture was impeccable. but like the rest of his performances, its exhausting and nowhere from perfect; so the moment people’s gazes were turned away from him, he’d slouch under the pressure and lose a couple inches. in pogtopia he had really bad back problems from constantly hunching over on himself and sleeping (or trying to) curled up in a ball on a hard bed, but he doesnt care nearly enough to make any effort to fix it. in general when he’s feeling insecure in front of other people he’ll use his height to his advantage to try and gain back any semblance of control over the situation. revivebur also does this sometimes so he looks more like his old self, the one people looked up to (metaphorically and physically). he feels like hes playing the part of the old wilbur, and after all he’s a performer who puts his all into his acting, including his posture. when hes with tommy, he does the same- both to keep up his ‘performance’ of the big brother he idolised, and also just to piss tommy off, even slightly. but interestingly, he doesnt do that with quackity. you’d think he’d take every opportunity to loom over his rival, make himself look superior in every way possible, but no. he doesnt slouch, either. he leans towards him. hes so enraptured by their dynamic and their fighting that even his body subconsciously turns towards what is making it feel so alive. he doesnt drop the act, of course not, everything about quackity and him is about façades and masks and playing with them, but his body betrays him. and when quackity snaps back that he never thinks of him at all, his shoulders hunch in before he can stop them. he’s always prided himself on being an actor, in his ability to control himself and his reactions, but his mask slips sometimes, and quackity seems to be the one most often the reason for it.

ctommy is also tall, especially for his age, but not as tall as cctommy. he’s more in the 1m75-1m80 range (5’9-5’10), cause at 17 he hasnt reached his adult height yet. at the start of lmanberg he was like. 1m68 (5’5) and he hit a big growth spurt at the start of season 2. by the end of exile, he’d gained about 10cm but he was so hunched over that you could barely tell. he also has a perpetual slouch, but for the most part, its less one of insecurity like wilbur, and more of a regular teenage slouch. he just cant be bothered about his posture. people tell him he’ll get back problems and he tells them to fuck off (he keeps quiet the fact that he already does. his back aches and so do his hands and his joints when he’s cold and his whole body hurts after revival. but he’s used to it.)

ctubbos short. im talking, 1m55-1m60 (5’1-5’2). and he does not give a shit. he’s felt powerless at times in his life, but it was never because of his height- it was his age, his lack of defenses, his situation. but he grew up with tommy who was always at least a head or two taller than him, so he has no problem whatsoever standing his ground in conversations with people sometimes several feet taller than him. when he and tommy were kids, they lived off scraps of food they stole from farms or markets; tubbo would always be the one they sent in to grab a loaf of bread from under the baker’s eyes, because he was so small with big hazel eyes that people naturally trusted him (more than tommy, who despite his similarly big blue eyes, already looked like a little shit). in snowchester he built a little wood ladder that he says is to switch the lightbulbs, but he mainly uses it to reach up and fluff up ranboos hair to piss him off.

cquackity is also short, though less (1m68 - 5’6) but unlike tubbo, it bothers him. not every day, but sometimes it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and a twist in his guts when people loom over him. it reminds him too much of that part of his life he doesnt like to think about, where he felt utterly powerless, where his body was source of constant jests and mocking remarks, where a figure with horns perpetually loomed over him, with a hand gripping his waist. he tells himself he’s over it, he doesn’t give a shit about schlatt or his words anymore, but he still gets antsy when someone has that kind of physical superiority over him. he hates not being in control, being made to feel lesser than, and height, while superficial and inconsequential to some, is one of those things he’ll never be able to control. with wilbur, he can’t help but notice the difference. when they’re arguing, he feels exasperation, fury, amusement, disdain (excitement), but never anxiety. for all his threats and big talk, wilbur doesnt loom over him like schlatt did. doesnt use that against him - though he perfectly could, its not like they’re above low blows like that. but he never does, like he somehow knows, and quackity tries very hard not to think about that.

cranboo is 7 feet tall and wears demonias.

[drabblecat]

Yan!Gojo x Reader

Working as a cafe isn't all that interesting of a life. How were you to know you had caught the eyes of the strongest person around?

Topic: yan!gojo x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, creepy and stalker behavior, mentions of non consensual kissing, will get darker and more explicit later on

You were in an unfamiliar area, but certainly not a new situation. Missing the last train of the night was practically a bi-weekly occurrence. Walking off the platform you couldn’t help but feel a weight on your shoulder as if you had just put on a heavy book-laden backpack. Although to be fair, you were stressed out of your mind, stress often being carried in the shoulders as they say. Heaving a sigh you continue the trek back to your apartment. 

Allowing your mind to wander, not wanting to listen to music seeing as you should remain somewhat alert of your surroundings, you think about the mundane life you live. Biggest stressor of course being from work. Customers being the absolute rudest people on the planet. Trying to budget groceries but then forgetting your lunch forcing a run to the local convenience store. Another sigh as you feel your burdens lay yet another weight upon your shoulders. But it felt more literal. Of course that was just nonsense, ah, you forgot about your purse. Having your water bottle must be making it feel at least a smidge more hefty than normal. It was practically full, not surprising as you practically function dehydrated in your natural state. 

Looking above the sky felt darker than usual, perhaps a tad darker than overcast given the typical city light illumination. Eyelids growing heavy and yawning you note it’s not too far till home at this point. Every step getting sluggish you choose to take a breather on a nearby bench. A brief pause should be fine, yet you can’t help but feel this is a bad idea. Before your eyes flutter closed, you make out a tall being in the distance followed by a glowing blue light.

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Bzzt…bzzzt.. bzzt. Rolling over you slap the screen on your phone causing the cursed alarm to stop its wailing. Time for another shift at the cafe. Putting yourself together you head out. Today feels like it’s going to be a good day, light on your feet and ready to go. It was the opening shift today so you were in charge of loading the front baked good display, getting the coffee set to brew, basic barista 101. Going to the front of the store you place the sandwich board out, and flip the door sign to read open. Making your way to behind the counter you hear the tell tale jingling of the door chimes.

“Hello and welcome! Just letting you know it will be about five minutes on the coffee. Making it nice and fresh for you.” Looking up, the man was very tall but held himself with a relaxed slouch. He dressed in what you assumed is designer, yet what you seemed to be drawn into was his eyes. A mesmerizing blue of several shades.

“Nah none of that for me. Although I’ll definitely have to go for the glazed donut you got there. Oh! Also the chocolate chip muffin, just looks so good.” The excitement in his voice reminiscent of a kid getting to choose their own sweets.

“Sure thing sir would you like them for here or to go?”

“I’d love to stay and chat with you sweets, but unfortunately work calls.” Odd nickname aside you gather the pastries and continue checking out the man. Before leaving you see him wink as he turns around and walks through the door. Slightly creepy interaction aside, your day was rather normal. You had the rude customer every now and again but nothing to write home about. It was getting towards the middle of the day and your coworker had just arrived to aleve you of your shift for the day. Having commended you on working closer just the night before. Oh yeah, no wonder you were so tired last night. Practically a miracle you woke up in the morning. Thinking back on it, you’re not sure how you made it back, but you hardly remember every walk home as it is the same one and so hard to differentiate one late walk from another.

Upon arriving at your home you noticed something a bit off. Nothing seemed out of place, it just didn’t feel right. The vibes were off so to speak. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of fear seeing the dining room counter. 

“Well that would explain the lack of thanks! I knew you would have been ecstatic to see me after last night but was pretty shocked from the lack of a hero’s welcome.” Jumping your purse and phone clattered to the ground. Spinning around in the door frame to your bedroom you saw the white-haired stranger from early this morning.

“Who the hell are you and get out of my house!” You saw him wave finger guns at you and the feeling of dread from your kitchen dissipated. However, it was quickly replaced with the panic of a stranger inside your house. Dipping behind the counters you grabbed a steak knife from out the drawer, keeping it hidden below just as a backup.

“Ah I do suppose I owe you that, that way you know who to thank! The name’s Gojo sweetheart. My darling y/n~” He says, pushing down the glasses to glance over the top. You notice your phone is still on the floor and you slowly walk towards it.

“Ok well Gojo, I don’t know why you are in my house and what you mean by thanking you, but you need to leave now or I’m going to call the police.” As you bend down to pick up the phone he practically teleports in behind you. Startled, you swing around with knife in hand and aim for somewhere in his torso. While you didn’t expect him to move so quickly. You were dumbfounded by what happened next. At practically slow motion speeds you watch the knife crumple as if it had been thrust into a brick wall. 

“Pretty ballsy move there sweetheart.” His gaze towards you turned dark, he swiftly kicked the phone out of reach, knocking the twisted knife from your hand and pulled you up by the arm like a parent would do with a tantrum throwing child. “But please, you don’t even know the strength I have.” Gojo gently touched the space between your eyes, you could feel yourself growing slack in his arms. Eyes fluttering closed before the gentle sensation of a kiss brushed the same spot.