#and she better give him head pets and boops when he asks or he will just ask harder

[hafwen]

Timmy went back to eating completely normal without any bribes the moment my mom came home.

[beneathashadytree]

FELINE AFFECTION - XAVIER SHEN X READER

Warnings : Xavier absolutely gives off “I’m terrified of my spouse” vibes here because he has 0 financial responsibility, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : tooth-rotting domestic fluff <3

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : My head is simply full of thoughts of that new pose of Xavier in the Glint photobooth, where he’s cuddling a cat… and the brainrot birthed this. I’m so in love with him.

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“Xavier.”

For a few beats there was no reply, and then a very hesitant, “Yes?” came from the couch they were staring at so intently—and for good reason, really. His innocent expression did not erase the truth of what they were seeing.

“What’s that in your arms?” they very patiently asked, as though the calmer they said it, the more inclined he would be to answer honestly. A futile attempt at coaxing, when Xavier knew better than to ignore the signs of an oncoming scolding.

“Nothing,” he quickly replied, sky blue eyes darting away before they could meet theirs. A very telling sign, if anything; Xavier was weak to them and would always give in with a single piercing glance shooting straight for his heart.

They arched their brow as they set their keys down on the coffee table, before crossing their arms against their chest. “So you’re saying I’m seeing things?”

A trick question. He swallowed thickly, carefully contemplating his answer and then quietly saying, “I didn’t say that.”

“A contradictory claim.” Their expression was cool, but the challenge in their eyes was anything but. “Answer this then, are you holding a kitten right now?”

He stayed silent for a few moments. “Well… no.” Not very convincing—especially not when there really was a pudgy tabby cat swaddled into his soft sweater and lazily swatting at the hem’s loose threads, and his own fingers were busy gently trailing across its head.

A strangled noise left them at the sight and his continued denial. Pinching their nose in exasperation, they shut their eyes for a second. “Care to explain, then?”

“Technically, she’s a little over two years old, so she’s a cat, not a kitten,” he mumbled, half to himself, hoping that they would just drop it. It seemed he wasn’t in the mood to be very upfront today. But he certainly looked like he was in the mood to tickle the pink paws of his new feline friend and boop her twitching little nose.

“Err… lovely,” they strained to keep their voice level and absolutely calm, definitely not freaking out over this… fascinating surprise. “And what’s she doing in our apartment?”

“It’s hers now too.” A bold statement to make, from a man who looked like—were he a cat too, that is—his own whiskers were standing on end. “If anything happens to her I’ll jump.”

“Knowing your luck, you’d survive the fall anyways.” A tired sigh, and then their shoulders were drooping, their fight dissolving all at once. They collapsed onto the couch beside him, and thankfully the cat seemed to be twice as lazy as her new owner was, because she made no indication of having gotten startled, save for a slow blink of her eyes (that was admittedly rather adorable). “Fine, have it your way.”

That sweet smile of his graced his soft features, and for a moment their heart thundered in their chest, reminding them that no matter how much they would try to deny it, they really were weak to anything he wanted—as long as he gave them that smile, of course. “She’s very content like this,” they pointed out as the cat in question yawned, leaning into his finger deftly stroking her forehead.

“I know we’re often on missions, and I didn’t want to risk negligence. So I searched for the lowest maintenance kitty to adopt,” he softly said, voice trailing off at the end and an endearingly tender look in his eyes as he continued to pet her. Glancing up at his beloved, he flushed a little at the amusement on their face. “Sorry. She’s just very fluffy.”

At that they chuckled a little, reveling in the way he let himself get carried away. “It’s fine. I was honestly just worried about precisely that. Pets are a huge responsibility, but she’d be perfectly compatible with us.” They looked down and watched as she stretched her fluffy limbs, before curling back up into Xavier’s chest, a content look on her adorable face and her tail swishing a little in her light sleep. The resemblance finally became clear. “She’s… an awful lot like you.”

“Really?” he mused, a thoughtful expression on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows a little. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Kind of hard to ignore once you see it,” they snorted a little, though they lowered their voice after they saw how the slumbering cat twitched in her sleep at the sound. “You got all the stuff she needs, though?”

“I may or may not have used up this month’s salary at the pet store.” Xavier sheepishly gave them a half-smile, though he didn’t look apologetic in the least at the prospect of having wasted a ludicrous amount of money on things that the soon-to-be-spoilt kitty may never even use.

Seriously, had he always wanted a cat this bad?

Well. There was no use in admonishing him when he seemed so enamored by the ball of fluff in his arms. In fact… maybe a small part of them fell a bit more in love with him seeing him so content with the (admittedly rash) decision he’d made, and perfectly happy with staying cuddled up forever on the couch.

“Did you name her?” they asked, curiosity lacing their words as they peered at her tiny face nuzzled against his chest. “It’s only fair you get the chance to when you brought her in.”

Really, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all, now that they thought about it. Cats are rather independent, and they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they’d definitely shower her with unconditional love and all the care that she needs. Kind of hard not to, when she was this sweet-looking and lazy all the time.

Xavier nodded, a small flush on his freckled cheeks. A look akin to pride on his face, he smiled up at his lover, slowly cradling the happily dozing cat, and said—

“Her name’s Meatloaf.”

…

“Absolutely not.”

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Jellie tends to be a very curious cat, sometimes. She likes poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, or snatching things from Scar and Grian when they catch her interest.

Maybe Scar should’ve known better, then.

He sits in his and Grian’s bedroom (it’s been theirs pretty much after the second month Scar moved in), a ring in his hands. The metal is cool against his palm, a soft rose gold. The band isn’t anything special, a simple engraving in it. Scar knew Grian would throw a fit if he found out Scar spent so many diamonds on the ring. So he tried to get something reasonable.

He can spoil Grian with the actual ring.

If he says yes, that is. Just the thought makes a shiver run of Scar’s spine. Is he really doing this? He and Grian have only been together for a year and a half, but Scar just knows that he’s the one. There isn’t any doubt in his mind about it. But does Grian feel the same?

Jellie jumps up on the bed next to Scar, meowing at him. She brushes her head against his arm as she settles beside him, and Scar smiles. “Well hello there beautiful lady. Are we requesting pets?” he teases as he brushes a hand through her fur. She curls up close to him, leaning into his touch. Scar sighs softly, scratching behind her ear. “I don’t know Jellie… do you think he’ll say yes?” he asks quietly. She stares blankly up at him. “Yeah okay, fair enough.”

Past their bedroom, the front door opens and shuts. “Scar, I’m home!”

Scar jumps up, disturbing a content Jellie. He shoots her an apologetic look, giving her one last pet. But the most crucial piece?

He makes the mistake of leaving the engagement ring on the bed.

As Scar walks out the room to greet his boyfriend, Jellie takes to making their bed her own. Yet as she moves, the shiny ring catches her attention. She tilts her head, curious about the shiny object. Sticking a paw out, she swats it. Again. And again. And again. Until the ring tips over the side of the bed, dropping to the floor with a ‘plop.’

Her pupils widen in that playful way they tend to do, wiggling before she pounces.

Oblivious to what his cat is doing, Scar is sweeping his boyfriend into a hug. “How was work?” he questions, looking down at Grian with a curious yet soft gaze.

“Tiring,” Grian huffs, content to melt into Scar’s grasp. He lifts his arms, returning the embrace as he does so. “I had to remake the blueprint at least five times until the guy was happy with it.”

Scar winces, “Eesh. Now I’m kind of glad he only wanted you to meet with him.”

Grian glowers at him in return, though the look is entirely playful. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“I think I will, thank you.” Scar grins, stealing a kiss. “How does a movie and dinner sound?” He bumps their noses together as he smiles.

“Let me think about it,” Grian hums, booping his nose against Scar’s as he does so. “As long as there’s ice cream after.”

Scar lets out an affronted gasp, pulling away. “I’m offended you think there wouldn’t be ice cream after all!” he says as he walks toward the kitchen. “Go sit! I’ll grab the takeout leftovers.”

Laughing, Grian takes his shoes off and heads over into their living room. He finds Jellie there, playing with something caught between her paws. He fondly shakes his head at her, “What do you have now, miss?”

Jellie looks up at him with a meow as she swats at whatever it is she’s deemed her new toy, chasing at it. However, said mystery object knocks into Grian’s foot, and he gets it first.

Leaning down, Grian picks up what appears to be a rose gold ring. He inspects it in his hand, eyebrows knit together as he does. “Where did this come from?” He blinks at it, looking down at Jellie. “Did you rob someone?”

Jellie sits in front of him, slowly blinking. The perfect picture of innocence.

Shaking his head with a faint laugh, Grian looks at the ring again. His heart skips a beat as he really takes in the detail of it. He certainly didn’t buy it. Did Scar? And if he did then….

Heart a little louder, he turns to his boyfriend. “Hey, Scar?”

“Yes, love of my life?”

“Any clue what this is?”

Scar walks into the living room, the soft crackles of a furnace behind him. He pauses when he notices what Grian is holding in his hand. His eyes go wide, looking a little pale. To the side of Grian, he spots the movement of Jellie’s tail, and looks directly at her. “Traitor,” he mutters.

“Scar?” Grian questions, confused and… maybe a bit nervous.

“Haha uh… any chance we can forget this all happened and revisit it like. Next month?” Scar weakly chuckles, the epitome of nerves as he looks at Grian.

“What’s going on?” Grian’s brows furrow in confusion, a bit of concern leaking into his expression.

Scar knows trying to lie about it is practically pointless. Grian is too curious and too stubborn to let it go. And now that he’s seen the ring… Scar takes in a shaky breath. “Void, alright. Guess we’re doing this.”

He walks over to Grian, “May I?” He gestures for the ring, and Grian slowly nods. He hands the ring over to Scar, who accepts it with shaking hands. “Okay.” Scar sucks in a breath, unbelieving that he’s really doing this right now.

Slowly, Scar drops down on one knee in front of Grian, watching the way the other’s eyes go wide. But something about the position doesn’t feel quite right. Brows furrowing, Scar sets his other knee on the carpet below. “G? Mind kneeling with me here?” he asks, to which Grian nods. He joins Scar on the carpet, kneeling with him as well. “Much better,” he hums, pleased.

“Scar what?” Grian questions, lost and confused, and goodness his heart is beating so fast.

“I uh, I had a whole thing planned out, but Jellie seems to have thrown a wrench into all that,” Scar chuckles. “But it’s fine! I can improvise, who needs a plan?” He does. He needs a plan. Shaking his head, Scar reaches for one of Grian’s hands, grasping it in his own. He takes a measured breath, and begins to speak.

“I love you. More than words will ever be able to describe, G. You’ve done so much for me, more than I think I’ll ever be able to thank you for. You found me on the street, and despite being scammed by me, you still offered me a roof to live under, and a home to heal in.” Grian’s eyes are focused on him, listening with rapt attention. His gaze only worsens Scar’s nerves, heart beating a mile a minute. “You’re stubborn and witty, and sometimes you steal the blanket from me.”

Grian laughs.

Scar loves the sound.

“You don’t let me wallow in self pity, or memories of the harder times. You’re endlessly kind to both myself and Jellie, and everyone around you, even if your patience runs a little thin and you get snippy. We may get into a minor disagreement here and there, but you always come back around to me.” Scar smiles softly at him, so painfully fond and loving. “Back on that world… I never thought I would get to live life again. Or even enjoy the night sky without being afraid. It felt like a part of me was always missing, but I found that part with you.”

“Scar…” Grian trails off, face going red.

“G, you’re my home, my light. I want to spend every day waking up next to you and messing up pancake batter with you,” Scar laughs, the sound wet and shaky. Grian laughs with him, sounding just as affected. “I want to hold you on your bad days, and on your good ones. I want to be there through everything, for the rest of our lives. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live and love, what it’s like to be me. There’s no one else for me, my heart and souls are yours.”

Scar swallows, holding the ring out to him. “So… will you entangle your life with mine forever? And marry me?” His expression turns bashful as he asks, and Grian is red in the face.

“You…” he trails off, amazed and in disbelief all at once. He looks between Scar and the ring, and he shakes his head. “I’ve been trying for days to find the perfect way of proposing to you, and you go and pull the rug right out from under me,” he laughs. “Curse how perfect you are sometimes.”

“C’mon G, you’re really leaving me hanging here!” Scar whines at him, making Grian laugh all over again.

Grian wraps his arms around Scar’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. “Yes, you spoon. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

If their neighbors hear how loudly Scar yells, well… it’s a warm congratulations to the newly engaged couple.

Jellie watches her humans cry in each others arms, tail flicking lazily at her side. She better get extra treats for this.

(It’s only later, when they’re sitting on the couch, curled into each other, that Scar realizes what Grian said. He turns to him, “Wait, you were planning to propose too?”

Grian snorts with laughter, “Hadn’t even picked out a ring, but yes Scar, I was.”)

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Robin finds them sprawled on the grass, resting after their play break. Steve notices her first, his head raising and tail wagging excitedly, though he doesn't move from his spot warming Eddie's thigh. 

"Steve?" 

That's when his friend realizes what got him so excited and he waves to Robin as she spots them in the middle of the yard. Their eyes meet and he knows she's surprised to see Steve in his other form again, but she doesn't say anything. Their werewolf friend yips happily and stands up, away from Eddie's petting to greet his best friend. 

"Hello, Buckley."

"Hello, Munson." She puts her hands on her hips in a perfect mirror of Steve. "I see you two are hard at work?" Robin quickly folds when Steve sits at her feet, his tail moving so fast it is barely visible. She squats down to scratch around his ears. "Hi, dingus."

"Exactly, and we're taking a well-deserved break right now," Eddie says with a smile, sitting up. "The barbeque is out and cleaned up, and we're almost done with the pool and chairs," he sums up their work so far, pointing vaguely to where everything is. 

"Damn, it's like you don't need me at all, huh?" she asks mostly towards Steve with a tilt of her head. He nibs at her fingers in retaliation before trotting away. "Hey, I was joking!"

But Steve picks up the ball still lying next to Eddie's leg and brings it back to Robin. She looks at him in confusion, so Eddie quickly swoops in with an explanation.

"We were playing fetch!"

The yellow, damp ball falls away from Steve's mouth like he might have just gotten self-conscious about the thing. But Robin takes it in stride, grabbing the toy and straightening up. Her friend quickly forgets his inhibitions and straightens up, hyperfocused on her raised hand. 

"Fair warning, I'm not the best thrower. But I guess I can't be much worse than Munson."

"Hey!"

She proves her words seconds later when the ball barely misses his head and Steve jumps right over his body, making him yelp. 

"Jesus H Christ you two!" he yells at them, but is genuinely happy for his friend enjoying his dog form without second guessing himself. 

He idly picks at the grass, observing them and dodging Buckley's shitty aim, wondering how he would feel if he could shift to a creature loved by everyone and with simple needs and ways to express himself. It sounds freeing, but he likes too many things his opposable thumbs can do, like playing the guitar, petting a dog, or playing fetch. 

Does Steve have things he needs his thumbs for? Is he still playing basketball? Maybe Eddie could teach him the guitar. Or Maybe Steve just needs a healthy balance between human and animal treatment. 

Eddie is so preoccupied with his thoughts, that the next ball Buckley throws boinks right off the side of his head. 

Steve skids to a stop in front of him, eyeing the skittering ball like prey, but in the end, jumps up to Eddie and starts licking at the sore spot, while Buckley yells her apologies in the background. 

"Okay, okay, I'll live! It's just a flesh wound!" he laughs, while Steve's hot tongue is ruining his already questionable fringe. The dog boops his cheek with a cold nose and goes to pick up the ball. Eddie takes it as his clue to stand up and fix himself up a bit.

"It pains me to say it, but I guess it's our sign to get back to work," he sighs, dusting off his knees. Steve shows up next to him, eyes huge and the ball between his teeth. "Nuh-uh, man, we can play more later. We gotta finish the yard today so we only have the food to worry about tomorrow."

Steve huffs, the ball falling from his mouth with a sad thump, but he walks away towards the house, bumping Robin's leg on his way to the back door. While he disappears inside, Eddie jogs up to her. 

"Hey," he says again. "I'm trying to help Steve out of his funk." 

Robin raises her eyebrows. 

"How?" she crosses her arms. 

He suddenly feels uneasy, shifting his weight while trying to give his theories and plans shape. There's no one better to talk it out with than Stev's best friend, so he pushes through. 

"Well, he likes how we treat the dog-him, so I think we should treat him more like that on a daily basis. You know, scratches, praises, and shit," he looks up at Buckley hoping he doesn't sound completely insane. "So he likes being human a bit more."

She hums, glancing back at the house.

"You're right," Robin says to his surprise. It's not something he hears often. "Though I think it works best with you."

"What do you mean?" he asks with a frown. 

But she waves him off, turning to where Steve is emerging through the back door wearing loose sweatpants and with his hairy chest on display. 

"Robs!" he greets his friend with a grin, gathering her for a side hug that quickly turns into a friendly chokehold. 

Eddie hopes Buckley can sense his menacing glare despite their roughhousing.

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[brattyprettysub2]

Stupid Little Bun

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.

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Bunbun is sleeping when Lance gets home. That's not unusual. She often uses naps to fill her day, even though he always leaves her with a lovely collection of toys. There are squeaky toys and jingly bells dangling from a plastic frame for her to bat at; she has her aerial swing for her silly kitty games, though she's only allowed to use that if she has a plug in her bottom and Lance didn't give her one this morning. There are several thick dildos attached with suction cups to various surfaces around the house -- to the floors and mirrors, mostly, though there is one on the wall of the shower. It's her favourite dildo, so she has to have the water running when she uses that one. She's not allowed to open the tap entirely; an empty-headed little bunny like her would end up wasting too much water. She has to open it so that there's just an annoying little trickle of cold water dripping onto her twitchy bunny nose as she rides her favourite toy.

He isn't sure how often she actually uses that one. He only finds the water still running when he comes home about once a week, but maybe the stupid little pup remembers to turn it off on other occasions. He's having cameras installed this weekend, so he'll have a better idea of how his pet spends her days when he's at work. They'll connect to an app on his phone and if he pays extra, he can stream the videos to subscribers. Bunbun might end up with quite a few fans.

Little Bunbun's tuckered out today. Usually she wakes up when she hears the front door opening, but she's still asleep even after he has taken off his shoes and hung up his coat. He walks over to where she's sleeping on her plush dog bed and crouches down beside her. "Bunbun," he coos in a sing-song voice. "Kitty, Master's home."

She jolts awake, blinking and confused and her tongue already lolling out in puppyish excitement. There's a patch of drool on her bed; she really is such a messy little thing. She squeaks excitedly, knowing better by now to try and use people words -- that training only took about three weeks of her getting a clothes peg on her tongue every time she tried to speak rather than making noises like a good pet.

"Hey, Bunbun," he says, laughing when she immediately shoves her face into his crotch. That had been an easy trick to teach; she'd just received a reward every time she'd greeted him in the way a pretty, brainless pet should, and even though she doesn't need the training any more, a bit of reinforcement doesn't hurt. He rubs a hand down her back, trailing down her spine all the way down to her bum, and slides a finger between her cheeks. He rubs the pad of his finger against her hole. She used to flinch at the touch of a dry finger, scared that he'd try to push it inside her, but now, she arches her back and presses back against it.

"Slutty puppy," he says fondly, then pulls back and pushes the same finger that was pressed against her hole into her mouth, pressing down hard on her tongue and making her drool even more. She goes a little cross-eyed and he laughs.

She was confused at first, when he kept calling her puppy and kitty and bunny, sometimes using two or more in the same sentence. Every time she tried to ask, though, she ended up with a clothes peg on her tongue. Finally, one evening, she sat at his feet and pawed at his knee and made squeaky, questioning noises, cocking her head like a curious puppy.

"Okay," he said, stroking her hair. It was growing back from when he'd shaved it and was adorably tufty, making her look like a fluffy duckling -- maybe a new pet to add to the list. "One question," he said.

"Master, why --" She blinked several times, frowning. He hoped that one day, it would have been long enough that she would forget how to put sentences together entirely. "Master, why puppy an' kitty an' bun?"

He cupped her face in his hands and booped her bunny nose. Truthfully, he liked the lack of a solid identity for her; he liked that she didn't have a single animal to latch onto and model herself on; he liked that she wasn't finding it easy. Sometimes he'd given her a command and he could see her hesitating, trying to work out if he wanted her to respond like a bunny or a puppy or a kitty. He liked the confusion, liked the fear. But he couldn't say that to her; her silly little pet brain just wouldn't understand.

"Because you are a puppy and a kitty and a bunny!" he said, smiling widely so she'd know this was a good thing. His voice was overly cheery and he could practically see a part of her mind fighting against it, wanting to call him a patronising bastard as she had so often at the start, but the rest of her was so happy that Master was happy! A little bit of drool spilled down her chin and he wiped it away with his thumb. "You're playful like a kitty and you're humpy like a puppy and you're so stupid, aren't you, just like a bunny?" She stared at him with wide eyes and he held her face a little harder, digging his fingers into the hinge of her jaw. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" she squeaked, and he pressed a finger to her lips.

"No more people words for you today," he said. "Stupid little bun, Master said you could have one question. Can't even count, can you?"

Slowly, she shook her head. She still looked a bit uncertain, though, so he pulled out his cock and fed it into her mouth until she was trilling happily around it, her head filled with nothing but thoughts of cock, cock, cock.

Now, he pets her and tells her she's just a stupid kitty, yes she is, yes she is! She coos and meows, and when he slides two fingers over her pussy, he finds it drippy and messy with slick. "Always thinking with your cunt, aren't you, Bunbun?" he says. He sighs like he's so hard done by. "Okay, you can ride Master before I take you for walkies."

He spoils her, he knows that he does. But when she squeals and nuzzles and pushes him down onto the rug so she can hop onto his lap and immediately start bouncing on him, absolutely no comprehension that his cock is tucked away behind his pants and can't go into her, he can't bring himself to regret it.

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[lqveharrington]

Teddy Bear | P.B.P.

pairing: dad!peter b. parker x mom!fem!reader

summary: after not seeing his wife and child for a while, Peter spends the whole day with them, making sure he shows his love and affection to them both.

contains: so much fluff, zero uses of Y/N, kisses, Mayday being cute, Peter being cute, Peter and reader having such a cute relationship together and with their daughter. if you see spelling mistakes, no you don’t.

wc: 3.3k+

a/n: i had to revise this so many times, also i love mayday parker sm, she is just so AGH adorable

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Peter, your husband, had been away for a few days, promising to come home every day but never doing so. You knew it was due to Spider-man duties, so you never took it to heart. You spent the day with Mayday in New York City's downtown, stopping for lunch at a coffee shop.

Mayday abruptly whirled around in her chair, smiling and babbling over her ‘daddy.’ Peter stands by the door with flowers and a tiny teddy bear for you and Mayday when you glance up.

Of course, your child would inherit Peter’s spidey sense or better known as the Peter Tingle.

“Hey, Hun. I'm sorry it's been a tough week.” He says as he walks up to your table and smiles sheepishly.

You give him a small grin back, “It’s okay.” You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Mayday has been as wonderful as always, haven't you, baby?”

Mayday smiles warmly and nods, while Peter sighs, sitting down in the booth next to you, placing the flowers and stuffed animal on the table.

“I’m really sorry about neglecting to call you. Work has been really stressful with the whole 'Spider-Man' stuff and it's been hard to catch my breath.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand, “It’s alright. Has Miguel been loading missions on you again?”

“It's not really Miguel…” Peter rubs the back of his neck, looking down at the table. You've known him long enough to detect the difference between his ‘white lie’ voice and ‘there is something more’ voice.

You nod reassuringly, knowing full well that he was hiding something.

“Well, you can tell me all about it later.” You rub his hand. “For now, have a minute with your daughter, Peter. It's been a while since you've seen her.”

Peter nods and turns to look at your adorable toddler. Her eyes sparkle as she excitedly looks up at her daddy. You lean across and kiss her forehead, before smiling and taking your small daughter out of the high chair, gently bouncing her on your lap. Mayday smiles and giggles, showing one of her new teeth to Peter.

“Daddy, look! See my tooth?”

“Yeah? That's awesome, kid!” Peter says, cooing at the toddler.

Mayday continues to giggle and smile as she turns to Peter, asking him to hold her.

You gently take her from your lap, placing her on Peter's knee. Before you can warn him, Mayday puts her hand in Peter's thick hair and gently tugs at one of his strands.

“Ouch. Mayday, sweetheart, don't pull on daddy's hair.” You gently grab her hand away from his hair.

Mayday pouts and leans her head onto Peter's shoulder, playing innocent. Peter sighs, gently petting Mayday's hair. She giggles again and smiles widely at him.

He turns and kisses her forehead, before turning back to you. “I missed both of you. Lots.”

“We missed you too, honey.” You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “And you little miss.” You change your attention to your baby. “Don't act all innocent now that Daddy is here.” You give her a playful attitude.

Mayday lets out a high-pitched giggle, before leaning a bit closer to Peter. She pokes her finger to his nose, before turning to you and grinning.

“I love daddy!” Mayday exclaims, looking back over at Peter with a bright smile.

She leans a small bit closer, rubbing her small foot against his leg.

“I love daddy too, sweet girl.” You boop her nose. “Let's finish eating and then you and Daddy can play at the park, yeah?”

Mayday nods and claps her small hands together, while Peter sighs, placing his head back on the booth, tired from the week of work.

“I might just fall asleep in the park.” He chuckles as you and Mayday laugh, leaning forward and kissing Peter's forehead. You and Mayday finish eating and pay for the food, before walking out of the cafe with Peter and heading toward the park.

You swung your hand that was interlocked with Peter, Mayday in her stroller. “How about a nap with her when you get home? I bet you she'll love it.”

Peter chuckles and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Sounds like an ideal plan.” He smiles.

You see Mayday bouncing around in her stroller, looking at the passing birds and trees. She turns back to look at you and Peter, smiling warmly.

“Daddy! Look at the ducks!” Mayday squeals excitedly, pointing to the small pond nearby.

You nudge Peter out of his sleepy trance, “Babe, the ducks! Look at how cute they are!”

Peter looks over at the small pond and sees the ducks sitting in the center of it.

Mayday giggles and squeals, watching them. “Heyyy ducks.” She waves her small hand at them.

“Okay, sweetheart. Say bye-bye to the ducks, we’re right by the playground.” You wave to the animals.

Mayday waves to the ducks, before she turns to Peter and leans forward in her stroller. “Play, Daddy!” Mayday exclaims excitedly, reaching out her small hand for Peter.

“C'mon, Pete.” You sit on the bench near the playground. “Go play with our daughter.”

Peter rolls his eyes but gets up from the bench and walks over to Mayday, gently picking her up and setting her on the ground. She looks up excitedly as he kneels in front of her.

“Hey, kid.” Peter smiles, patting her head.

She giggles and hugs his leg, before grabbing his hand. Mayday pulls him over to the swings, making you laugh at the scene.

Mayday happily pulls Peter toward the swings, giggling happily. Peter chuckles, being pulled by her. She pushes him toward the swings, smiling and happily telling him to sit down.

He kneels and picks Mayday up, before swinging her back and forth in the swing. He giggles with her, as Mayday puts her hands on his cheeks and smiles up at him. You pull at your phone and snap a picture of them, setting it as your wallpaper.

“Are you having fun, sweetheart?” You call out to Mayday.

Mayday nods happily, still giggling and smiling at Peter. “Yes, mummy! I'm playing with Daddy.” She says happily.

You clap at them, “Peter, are you enjoying it?”

Peter looks up at you and nods as Mayday clings to him. She rests her head against his shoulder, still giggling and smiling.

“Yeah...having a blast.” He smiles, gently patting her small back.

“Okay, we have to get home so Daddy can rest and you need a nap, sweet angel.” You pull Mayday out of his lap, kissing her nose.

Mayday giggles excitedly and hugs your leg, before holding her arms out to be lifted into the stroller. Peter watches, smiling at the adorable sight.

You lift her and place her gently in the stroller, locking her in with the straps. You switch your attention to your husband as Mayday babbles for her dad to push her. “Can you—“

Peter sighs and stands up, pushing the stroller slowly. "Yeah, but Mayday better appreciate this." He smiles, practically reading your mind.

Mayday giggles excitedly as she sits in the stroller, leaning forward so she can watch the world pass her.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you loop your arms around one of his, leaning on his shoulder.

Eventually, your little family makes it to your home. Mayday leans forward and smiles at you, holding her arms up in an attempt for you to pick her up. Peter sets the stroller to stop and opens the door to the house, smiling as Mayday tries hugging your leg.

“Looks like she wants you to carry her…” Peter smiles.

You coo at your daughter, “Okay sweets, up we go.” You pick her up and trudge the stairs up to her room.

Mayday giggles excitedly, swinging her arms and legs. Once in her room, you change her and she begs to be set in her bed. You carefully placed her in the bed and tuck the blanket over her body. She looks up at you and smiles.

“Love mummy,” Mayday says cutely, waving her hand in front of her face.

“Mommy loves you too, baby.” You kiss your finger and press it to her cheek. “I'll wake you up for dinner later.”

Mayday nods before closing her eyes to catch a nap. You turn to leave her room, seeing Peter leaning against the wall in the hallway, watching Mayday.

“You two are too adorable.” He chuckles, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder.

“You're too adorable.” You melt in his hand. “Sorry, she couldn't nap with us. You got me though.”

Peter smiles and nods, as Mayday starts talking in her sleep, her soft and gentle tone is almost angelic. His attention turns back to you, hand dropping from your shoulder as he caressed your hand.

“Mayday's adorable but you're the most beautiful, sweet angel I've laid eyes on.” He grins.

You give him a tender kiss at the words. “C'mon, Peter. Let's get you changed into more comfortable clothing.”

Peter nods and heads into the shared bedroom, changing into some casual clothes before returning to you. Your daughter mumbles in her sleep, her dreams causing her small hand to clench tight around her teddy bear. She continues to lay asleep in her small bed, unaware.

“Did you see Mayday's new tooth?” Peter asks.

“Mhm.” You hum as he pulls you into bed together. “First thing she told me in the morning yesterday.”

Peter chuckles before wrapping his arms around you.

"She's the cutest little girl in the world, you know that?" He smiles warmly. "She's gonna be like me, tall and gorgeous." He chuckles, playfully pinching your arm.

Mayday continues to mumble in her sleep, her small fist still wrapped around her teddy.

“She really is cute.” You sink into his embrace. “Yet we made her together and got all your features…”

Peter grins warmly as his arms wrap around you and he leans forward to gently nuzzle his face into your shoulder. “She does sorta resemble me though.” He chuckles. “At least she got my hair and eyes.” He kisses your shoulder softly, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.

Mayday talks in her sleep and grips her teddy tightly. “Mummy…” she whispers softly in her dreams.

“Aw, my baby.” You coo at her dream talk, your heart clenching.

Mayday continues talking in her sleep. “I love you, Mommy…” her voice is quiet and cute, while her eyelids flutter in the small glimpse of a dream.

Mayday's hand tightly grips her teddy bear in her sleep, pressing it gently against her face.

Peter yawns, leaning forward and gently kissing your neck. “Maybe I should get some sleep…” he smiles, his tone a little quieter.

You hum, “Go to sleep, Peter. I love you.”

Peter smiles and rests his head on your lap, his hand caressing your leg. “I love you more…” he whispers, closing his eyes and starting to fall asleep.

Mayday shifts slowly, her face turning and her eyes opening slightly. She sits up in her bed, looking around the room. She opens up her small hand and stares at her teddy bear, tightly gripping it again. She sits there for a moment, still half asleep. She looks over at the door, waiting for you.

You look across your shared room with Peter, seeing Mayday from her room looking for you. You slowly leave Peter's embrace, kissing his forehead, and move to pick up Mayday.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

Mayday clings to you, burying her face into your chest. She clings tightly to your arms as her words sound slurred, her sleepy state still in effect.

“...I missed you, mummy…” she mumbles quietly, her tone soft yet sad.

You rub her back, “It's okay. Mommy is here, baby.”

You rock her gently, watching her eyelids droop. You push some of her hair behind her ear, humming to keep her asleep.

You check the time, knowing you have to start making dinner. So, you place Mayday back into her crib and make your way down, thinking of what to make for dinner.

Mayday lays in her crib as she continues to hold on tightly to her teddy bear. She rolls back and forth in her crib, still drowsy from the nap. After a few moments, her eyelids flutter as she sits up in her bed, yawning and stretching her body. Without thinking, she stands up, her legs wobbling slightly. She accidentally tips her crib over, falling onto her bottom, waking herself up in the process.

You jump at the sound, quickly moving up the stairs to Mayday's room but find Peter awake, shushing Mayday. You melt at the scene, entering.

“Mayday, you scared me, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Mayday sniffles softly, looking up at you with big wet eyes. She rubs her head and looks back at the fallen crib, her teddy bear still laying on the ground.

“...I'm sorry, mummy. I..I want to play, mummy.” Mayday rubs her eyes, her voice sounding weak.

Peter sighs, getting up and picking up Mayday, then bringing her over to the bed. “It's alright, Mayday. Just sit on Daddy's lap, okay?” He kisses her forehead.

Peter keeps her stabilized, “Mayday, see, you've got mommy and daddy all worried for you, baby girl. We just want to make sure you're safe.”

You nod, moving closer and get on your knees to caress her soft cheek. “I'm just glad you're okay, yes?”

Mayday smiles weakly at you, looking up and grabbing your finger.

“Mhm...mummy.” She sniffles and wipes off her tears. “I don't wanna sleep in the crib... want to sleep with you and daddy in the big bed…” She leans her face against your hand, closing her eyes. “Sorry, mummy…”

Peter smiles as he watches Mayday rest her head against your palm.

He strokes her small hair, “Mayday, I know you want to be with mummy, but you're still too little. You'll get your big bed in time.”

“I don't wanna big bed, Daddy! I wanna sleep with you and mummy!” Mayday pouts.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart, that's dangerous. Mayday, mommy, and daddy love you very much, but if you sleep in our bed, you might get hurt.” Peter says in a calm and loving tone. He lays Mayday on his knee, so her head is resting against his thigh. “But, once you get bigger, you can sleep with us as much as you want, okay?”

You glance up at Peter, having a silent conversation with him. “Mayday, how about tonight after dinner, you can sleep with us? Just tonight.”

Peter smiles at you, giving a quick nod.

“Yes! Yes, please!” Mayday says excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you, Mummy and Daddy.”

Mayday leans onto her father's leg, leaning her head towards you, smiling. “When is dinner ready?”

“Maybe in ten minutes? I'll have to go check downstairs.” You kiss her forehead

“Okay, mummy.” Mayday nods happily, continuing to lean into you as she stares at Peter.

Peter chuckles and runs a hand through her soft hair. “I'll carry you downstairs.”

He slowly stands up with Mayday still on his leg, “Stay on, sweetheart.”

You were taking the pizza out of the oven, carefully placing it down on the dinner table. Mayday leans forward and places her teddy bear next to her seat, sitting down. Her little legs are dangling over the edge, while she looks up and smiles at you.

“Mummy made pizza, Daddy! I love pizza!” She chuckles, looking over at Peter.

Peter smiles as he sits down, placing her on his lap as he puts his arm around you.

“We make a good team.” He smiles, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.

“We really do.” You return the smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Mayday picks up her slice of pizza, as Peter starts to slice it in half. Mayday leans forward slightly, smiling at her father.

“Are you going to save me a bit of pizza?” She chuckles, her tone playful and cute.

Peter grins, “You know I am.”

He finishes slicing the pizza and gives her the other half. She smiles excitedly as she begins to eat it, her voice sounding muffled from the food in her mouth.

“Mayday, Honey. Slow down.” You wipe her face with a napkin.

Mayday looks up at you, her lips covered in pizza sauce. “But it tastes really good, mummy.” She smiles.

Peter laughs, “She's enjoying it, don't rush her, babe. She'll eat slower in a second.”

Her face turns back to her pizza, and she starts to eat it at a slower pace. Her little mouth opens and closes repeatedly as she chews the food, her cheeks beginning to puff out with each mouthful.

You look at the little girl in awe. How she became the cutest being to exist and be with you was one of the luckiest things in the world.

Mayday looks up at you, mouth still full of pizza sauce. She slowly swallows her food and wipes her mouth with the napkin.

“Mmmm, thank you Mummy and Daddy… I love you.” Her tone is soft, sweet, and full of joy.

She's always filled with gratitude for the people around her, especially you and Peter.

She gives your leg another grab and smile, before turning to her pizza and finishing it quickly. “Can I have another slice, Daddy?”

Peter looks at you for approval. You nod, lightly tickling your

child. Mayday giggles and covers her mouth.

“No...No.” Mayday says in a playful tone, before turning to Peter. “Can I?” She asks sweetly.

Peter chuckles and nods. “You can have as much as you want, Mayday.” He smiles, cutting up another piece of pizza for her. He hands the slice over to her, and she leans forward for it.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

Soon enough, the three of you are tired and full. Silence filling the room. Mayday leans back, her belly filled with pizza. She lets out a yawn and closes her eyes. Peter yawns as well and kisses her forehead, sitting her back on the dining table chair.

“I guess we should get you to bed, Mayday?” Peter asks.

Mayday nods slowly, still smiling and yawning, her eyes looking tired.

“I want to sleep with Mommy…” she says softly, with a slightly drowsy tone.

You grab Mayday out of the chair, gently taking her into your arms. “Let's get you dressed for bed and then you can sleep with mommy, okay?”

Mayday nods happily, as she rests her head against you. Her limbs dangle loosely and she holds onto you tightly. She's slightly drowsy, her voice tired and sleepy.

She mumbles softly, her tone almost inaudible. “Thank you, mummy... Can I hold onto the teddy? Please.”

She holds tightly onto the teddy bear, and her limbs continue to dangle loosely as she looks at you.

“Of course, sweet girl.” You kiss the top of her head, going into her room to grab the change of clothes and diaper. You quickly change her, “Up we go, Mayday.”

Mayday clings to your arm when you pick her up, smiling. You can feel her eyes falling shut when her head rests against your shoulder. She yawns and leans forward slightly, her head drooping onto your shoulder.

She looks up at you, rubbing around her eyes to keep them open. “… Mummy… Mummy… Mummy…” She yawns again, her eyes feeling heavy as she rubs them again.

“Are we going to my bed…?” She asks, her tone tired.

“You're going to mummy and daddy's bed, remember?” You open the door to your bedroom, hearing the shower running. You guessed Peter was showering. “You're gonna sleep with us tonight.”

“Mhm!” Mayday smiles, her tone slowly getting more sleepy.

She grips the teddy tight, her eyes closing. “Can I sleep with the teddy bear?” She whispers.

Her eyelids flutter as she tries to keep her eyes open, but soon she begins to nod off as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Yes, baby.” You lay down with her, cuddling close. “I love you... Good night.”

Mayday smiles, her eyes closing as she nuzzles against you.

She grips the teddy bear once more, her breathing sounding slow.

“Love you too, mummy. Night night…”she whispers softly, her voice soft and calm.

She turns to her side, holding her teddy bear against her chest.

Her small eyes slowly close and she falls into a deep peaceful sleep.

Peter walks into the room, his hair wet from the shower. He steps up to the bed and gently kisses both of your foreheads.

“You two look adorable. Sweet dreams…” He smiles, as he watches you and Mayday sleep, his tone soft and calm.

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Bon appétit - Chapter 7: Chili

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fellatio, Fingering, Waiter Astarion, Professor Gale, Angst, Feels, Panic Attack, Face-fucking, Role-play Breeding, Vomiting, Negative Self-talk

Served to: @patheticfangirl

Special thanks to her for giving me the 'be gay, do crimes' brainworm (thankfully, it's not a tadpole).

"What?"

Shocked, Gale stared at the vet of the Open Hand Pet Sanctuary, stomach churning with anxiety.

"Your cat's diabetes got worse, thus, she needs the double amount of her daily insulin injection."

Gale couldn't move. He already spent 70gp on her medication per month, plus an additional 50 for the testing supplies.

"I recommend switching to a different food as well that fits her new dietary needs better."

Gale barely suppressed a gasp when he saw the price tag. It was four-times more expensive than the special kibble he already fed her with. Another 200gp gone from his quickly dwindling savings...

"You should think about my recommendation," Dr. Logan droned on. "Otherwise, complications could arise, such as cataract or pancreatitis. The price for surgery would be around 3'500gp and 5'000gp respectively. Thus, it should be prevented at all costs."

Gale's ears were ringing, the edges of his vision was swimming, vertigo rising. He steadied himself against the countertop.

He'd made a payment plan for the upcoming year, every spending had been budgeted. Such big additional expenses hadn't been included.

"Mister Dekarios, are you listen?"

"Yes," lied the addressed, trying to keep breathing.

"Well, then that's settled," Dr. Logan said. "The next visit should be in three month. Have a nice day, Mister Dekarios." He bent down to stick a finger through the lattice of the pet carrier’s door to boop the cat's nose. "Bye, Tara, be good."

"Mreeh!" the addressed complained moodily. With a chuckle, Dr. Logan was off, leaving a very ill Gale behind.

"Schedule for March? How about Wednesday, the twelfth, at 9 a.m.?" asked Miss Bramble, the secretary.

"Sounds good," Gale got out, trying his best to keep his knees from buckling. He quickly grabbed the card with the scheduled visit, the medication, cat food, and Tara's carrier before fleeing the building.

"Have a nice day!" lilted Miss Bramble, but Gale couldn't hear it. The latter practically jumped into his car, locked the door, and gasped for air.

His head was spinning as he thought about the new financial situation. 3'080gp. Almost three-times as much as this year. The quarterly vet visits of 80gp each not included. How was he going to afford this?

"Mrp?" Tara asked. Gale ignored her, too caught up in his own head. His heart was beating so fast that his chest hurt, and he was reminded of the plastic-metal device stuck under his skin. He swallowed and tried to keep his breakfast down. With a yowl, Tara banged against the door of the pet carrier, and Gale opened it with shaking hands. The cat jumped onto his lap with an impressive speed and immediately shoved her head under Gale's bearded chin, purring obnoxiously loudly. The former professor heaved a sigh and started petting Tara's flanks. Her purring vibrated through him, slowly relaxing his tense body, and her rough-textured, little tongue flicked out to lick at the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you," Gale mumbled, kissed the spot between her ears, and scratched her chin. "Let's go home, get in your carrier."

"Mro," complained Tara and rolled up in his lap, gently making biscuits against his soft belly. With a small smile, Gale looked at her.

"This is dangerous, you know? A violation of the safety rules."

"Mrm," Tara rumbled happily. Gale huffed a laugh, turned the car key, and drove home.

When he arrived, he was greeted by three more bills in the mailbox and a letter informing him about an 'unfortunate' increase regarding the interest of the mortgage. Gale's heart sped up again, head spinning. His neatly planned budgeting was falling apart by the second. With shaking hands, Gale placed the letters on the table. He didn't want to lose his childhood home, he didn't want Tara to die, he didn't want to be uselessly unemployed any longer, he didn't want Astarion to leave him. What was he even good for? Gale clutched his aching chest, once more reminded of the foreign object inside his body. This time, he couldn't keep the bile down. He barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting into the porcelain bowl.

When Astarion walked through the door, he found Gale in bed. Motionless, an open book next to him - unread -, Tara rolled up behind his back, and eyes vacantly staring at the windowsill. Immediately, Astarion knew something was wrong.

"What happened, love?" he asked while kneeling down next to the bed to be on eye level with his fiancé. The floodgates opened.

"I'm sorry," cried Gale. "I'm such a useless partner, please forgive me. Tara's condition got worse and she needs higher dosages, and the bank told me the interest of the mortgage increased, and it's all so expensive. If I cannot find a new job soon, we'll be broke. I'd have to sell the house. God, Astarion, I'm so sorry."

The addressed held his partner close, shushing him, while rubbing his back gently.

"It's okay, love. Everything's going to be okay," he tried to reassure him.

"How do you know?" Gale sobbed. "You cannot know if it'll be alright. Everything I touch, goes down the drain eventually."

"Stop it!" scoffed Astarion. "None of that unhelpful self-talk. We will get through this. Together. You and me. Partners in crime." He cradled Gale's face in his hands and looked at him, determination clear on his sharp features. "I'm nothing like that bitch. I won't walk away and leave you behind as soon as things get rough. I love you, Gale, and will stay by your side no matter what." He kissed the brunet gently. "I'd do anything for you, my love. Even kill."

At that, the addressed barked a watery laugh.

"I love you too," he sniffed. "I just hate feeling so useless and like I'm failing you."

"You're not," Astarion told him sternly. "You're wonderful, perfect in your imperfection." He kissed him again. "Now, let's eat something. You skipped dinner, didn't you?"

Caught, Gale lowered his gaze, mumbling: "I wasn't hungry."

Astarion looked pained, but tried his damn best to conceal it behind a poker face.

"Come on, love. Let's have some food."

Together, they moved downstairs to the kitchen and Astarion rummaged through the fridge for leftovers. He wasn't the best cook, but still perfectly capable of whipping up something tasty. With Gale's help, he threw together a weird version of fried rice, using leftover deer cutlet, various already cooked vegetables, the rest of a tomato sauce, eggs, and the name-giving leftover rice. It was an abomination in terms of authentic and haute cuisine, but it tasted fucking delicious. The couple sat down and devoured the entire pan of food. Afterwards, Astarion and Gale got ready for bed and fell asleep spooning.

The next day, Gale was still uneasy and anxious, but felt better. He distracted himself from negative self-talk by doing house chores.

When Astarion was back from work at 2 a.m., he was greeted by a spotless home and freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. He knew his fiancé well enough to know what had happened, but he decided not to comment about it. Instead, Astarion kissed Gale deeply.

"I have a plan," he announced and proudly emptied a shopping bag onto the kitchen table. Confused, Gale blinked at the two black fleece jackets, the gloves, and two black, rib-knit three-hole balaclavas.

"I fear I don't follow. What's all this for?"

Astarion shot him a dangerous grin and replied: "We'll rob the vet."

"What?"

"You heard me, love. We'll drive downtown, break into the veterinary clinic, and steal all the medication and cat food we can."

Gale stared at him, shocked and slightly paler than usual.

"Are you insane?" he got out.

"Probably," answered his fiancé with a nervous giggle.

"We can't just - just steal things, Astarion! That's illegal!"

"Really? I had no idea," teased the addressed with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I -" Gale was lost for words, rubbing his temples. "Astarion..."

"Come on, love. It'll be fun," the blond interrupted him. "I did my research and there are no cameras inside or outside the building. Plus, there's a back door that we can use. There's not much risk involved and I can't stand how those sad cow eyes look on you."

Gale balked and huffed disgruntledly: "I don't have sad cow eyes!"

"You do," Astarion retorted matter-of-factly. "Now, get dressed and let's rob the place."

"That's... we can't -" Gale sighed deeply. "We'll get in trouble. This is an insanely stupid thing to do. We're not some low lives. It's not right."

"The only thing that isn't right is that you have to pay an arm and a leg for Tara's medication," Astarion told him. "They squeeze you dry. In the not sexy way."

Gale snorted a laugh and his partner's face softened. As the latter wrapped his arms around Gale's neck, he said: "Just think of it as a spontaneous date. A brush with danger can spice things up."

The brunet groaned, burying his face in the crook of Astarion's neck.

"You're an awful influence on me."

"And you'll thank me for it."

They were doing it. They were really doing it. Anxiously, Gale tapped against the steering wheel, leg bouncing, as he watched Astarion adjust the balaclava. Then, the latter turned, shooting him a smile.

"Ready?"

"No."

Astarion laughed gleefully.

"Off we go then."

They left the car which they'd parked a few streets away for safety. With their ski masks and matching fleece jackets on and backpacks over their shoulders, they approached the Open Hand Pet Sanctuary. It was snowing wildly, the glittery white flakes danced in the light of the street lamps and were covering the city rather quickly. It was around three in the morning and this part of Baldur's Gate was asleep. Astarion and Gale walked into the narrow, dark alleyway and climbed over the fence. While the blond showed a feline grace, the brunet huffed and puffed while struggling to climb over the fence. Snickering, Astarion kneeled down before the door and pulled out a picklock.

"Do you really know how to use that?" Gale asked curiously.

"Mhm," mumbled Astarion, jamming the thin metals into the lock. "Perks of spending your teens in shitty foster families, I suppose."

Gale's heart sunk.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"That's life, I guess," replied his partner, shrugging nonchalantly. He gave a little triumphant "hah!" as the door clicked and opened. Astarion got up and hissed with a wince. Gale shot him a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing to worry about," Astarion played down the issue. "It's just my back. It hurts a little."

"Why? Since when?"

Averting his gaze, Astarion mumbled: "Since yesterday morning. It's just the cold weather, love. No need to worry."

"I always worry about you," Gale sighed. "We don't have to do this. Let's go home and I'll run you a hot bath and give you a massage."

"That's tempting, but we have more pressing issues right now," his fiancé retorted. "Come on, let's get it over with."

Gale nodded and they stepped inside. It was pitch-black in the clinic, the only light sources were the street lamps outside. The couple switched on their small flashlights and got a move on. In the entrance area behind the counter, the various pet foods were arranged. Astarion whistled when he saw the price tags.

"Bloody hell, that's some gourmet shit! Almost more expensive than our own food."

Gale hummed non-committally as he glanced around, slightly paranoid. Astarion grabbed two plastic bags from behind the counter and started to stuff them with the cat kibble Tara needed.

"How about some help, love," he teased.

"Of course. Apologies."

Gale hurried over to help his literal partner in crime. When they'd filled four bags, Astarion dragged Gale over to the huge, humming fridge and pushed the door open. Sickly white light spread out, illuminating a small patch of the floor in front of it and revealing dozens of packages of different types of medication inside.

"Ta-da! Merry Christmas," grinned Astarion and Gale had to chuckle a bit. Quickly, the brunet walked over to relieve the fridge of all the Vetsulin, shoving it all into their backpacks. Meanwhile, his partner sauntered over to the shelves, reading all the labels.

"Hmm, some liquid painkiller for senior animals, especially those with arthritis, rheumatism, and back pain. Maybe, that works on people too," Astarion mused. He opened the package to read the instructions. "16 millilitres for big dogs and 32 millilitres for horses. I guess I'm the golden middle, eh?" He took out the pipette, unscrewed the vial and draw some of the milky-white liquid out. "Here goes nothing."

Gale's head shot up.

"Don't -"

But Astarion had already leaned his head back and squirted the liquid into his mouth.

"Ugh! Fuck, that's bitter!"

He coughed and shook himself before rinsing his mouth by the sink.

"Told you," snickered Gale.

"Shut it, love," huffed Astarion half-heartedly, and walked down the corridor to see if any doors were unlocked. As it turned out, they all were. Curiously, the blond peeked into every room, and when he’d reached the last one, he stepped in to squint at a cabinet filled with different medications. Carefully, he opened the glass door and started picking up each bottle and cardboard box. Most of the writing could just as easily have been gibberish. The complicated technical terms made his eyes hurt.

“Astarion,” whispered Gale anxiously as he entered the room. “We have everything, let’s go home.”

“Mh,” mumbled the addressed, still reading a label. Then, he pocketed multiple of the bottles.

“This is pentobarbitone for animal euthanasia,” Astarion explained lowly. “Maybe, we can use it if Tara’s health declines so that she can die peacefully at home instead of in a sterile room like this.” After a pause, he added: “I’d like that, you know? Dying at home. In your arms.”

Gale swallowed thickly, feeling the tale-tell pressure of tears behind his eyeballs. He didn’t want to think about the death of his two favourite beings. He’d already lost his mother. Seemingly sensing that he’d hit a nerve, Astarion turned towards his partner and joked: “Or, we can use it to get revenge on Mystra. It works on humans too.”

That made Gale snort a laugh, and he pulled the blond into a hug. The latter went easily despite his surprise. The couple dwelled like this for a moment, then, Astarion pulled back and sauntered towards the metal examining table in the middle of the room. Playing coy, he glanced over his shoulder and purred: “It’s time for my appointment. Won’t you vet me, doctor? I was a naughty pup, you know? Had my ways with many men, like a good bitch."

Smirking, Astarion hopped onto the cold metal and Gale frowned.

"What are y-"

The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat when Astarion shook off his trousers, boxers, and boots, spreading his legs wide with a coquettish expression.

"Oh, doctor! I need an ultrasound!" he wailed, dramatically reclining on the examining table with a hand against his forehead. Gale's lips quirked into a smirk and he replied: "I am a doctor - of literature."

Astarion rolled his eyes with an inelegant snort.

"Killjoy."

With a hum, the addressed let the beam of his flashlight wander through the room. Then, he stepped to the left, rolled a machine over, and flip a switch which resulted the machine to hum and the lamp that was fixed to it to turn on. Astarion squinted at the light that painted the examining table in cold, white brightness. When his eyes had adjusted to it, he witness how Gale put on a pair of latex gloves, shoving his own into his jacket pocket. The brunet turned around, cocking his head to the side and said: "Well then, let's see how you're doing."

Gale squirted some lube from the tray table onto his gloved fingers and slowly pushed them into Astarion's ass. The latter grunted and shifted slightly to adjust his position. Gale immediately stopped and looked at him with concern.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. Keep going."

"What about your back? We can -"

"I'm fine, love. Go on. Please."

With a nod, Gale continued scissoring his partner open, slowly and thoroughly. Astarion groaned impatiently, trying to spur Gale on, but the latter kept his leisurely pace.

"I cannot feel anything," the brunet told him. "I guess you're right and you need an ultrasound."

With that, he withdrew his fingers, grabbed the endocavitary probe, covered it in lube, and slowly shoved it up Astarion's ass. The latter threw his head back with a gasped moan.

"Fuck, Gale!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no..."

Closing his eyes and biting his lip, Astarion tried to focus on the feeling of the ultrasound stick sliding over his prostate, but his fiancé had other plans.

"Open your eyes and look."

The addressed obeyed and was faced with the monitor of the machine, a live stream of the ultrasound in his ass flickering across the screen in black, white, and all shades of grey. It was incredibly weird and slightly embarrassing, but Astarion couldn't look away. Meanwhile, Gale casually rambled on.

"Here we can the uterus and over here are the ovaries. It seems like your little sexcapades didn't lead to a pregnancy."

"What a shame," snickered the blond. The brunet shot him an undefined look before setting the ultrasound stick aside.

"In that case, more drastic measures must be taken to ensure the fertilisation of your eggs. We'll offer our best stallion to breed a bitch in heat like you."

Astarion's eyes went wide and his breath hitched. Gale immediately looked apologetic and asked: "Was that too much? I knew it's stupid idea."

"No!" the blond blurted out without thinking. "Keep going. I want to hear what you came up with."

A blush of embarrassment and an amused smirk bloomed on Gale's face.

"Okay," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Okay." He cleared his throat and threw away the latex gloves before wrapping his hands around Astarion's thighs to pull him closer and towards the end of the examining table.

"Our recommended stallion has a one hundred percent success rate regarding impregnation. He'll breed you and fill you with pups."

Astarion whimpered. Why was this hot? He wasn't into this type of dirty talk, but somehow it worked on him? Maybe it was the added thrill of danger. Or simply just because it was Gale. Probably the latter.

The brunet unzipped his pants and took out his half-hard cock, stroking it to full hardness with the help of some extra lube. Then, Gale leaned forward, slightly over Astarion, with his hands on the latter's knees, and whispered: "Ready?"

All the blond could do was nod and moan when his partner entered him in one slow motion.

"You feel perfect around me," Gale told him. "Warm, soft, and wet. Perfect to take my pups."

He set a rather fast pace, bottoming out each time and hitting his partner's prostate, making Astarion moan and whine.

"Good, bitch. You take me so well," Gale praised. "I'm going to pump you so full with my cum, you have no other choice but be knocked up with my pups."

"Fuck, Gale..." groaned Astarion. He was already close and attempted to jerk himself off, but Gale stopped him.

"If you can stave off your orgasm, I'll let you come in any of my orifice," he promised.

"Oh, God..." whined the addressed, gripping the base of his dick to keep from climaxing. Gale glanced up at him, asking: "Do you want to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare!" panted Astarion, rolling his hips upwards. With a cocky grin, his partner pulled him impossibly closer, fucking into him hard and sloppily.

"Take my pups," Gale panted and came with an inelegant grunt. Astarion gasped and trembled through it, teetering on the edge of his own climax as Gale emptied himself into his ass. Cum was leaking out of him soon, trickling out around Gale's cock which was still lodged deep inside Astarion. The latter shuddered in the most pleasant way. Gale pulled out slowly and pushed his spent back inside the puffy hole. The blond whimpered, squirming, rattling the metal table. Gale smiled at him; half cocky, half softly.

"Do you want to come in my mouth or ass?"

"Mouth. Oh, please, love. Your wonderful mouth."

Astarion knew he was begging, but other than his previous lovers, Gale wouldn't deny him anything. The latter smiled - it looked a bit silly with the ski mask on - and bent down to suck Astarion off. The latter moaned and bucked up, his feet desperately searching for support on the flat, cold surface of the examining table. Without stopping what he was doing, Gale grabbed Astarion's legs and propped them up on the tabletop, allowing his partner to thrust upwards more efficiently. The latter's hands scrabbled for purchase futilely. Gale popped off of his dick with a gasp and took Astarion's hands to place them on his head.

"Take what you need," he told him softly. "Don't hold back. Use me however you please and come for me, sweetheart."

Astarion cried out as Gale put his mouth on him again. Sweetheart. No one had ever called him sweet before. Astarion pushed his partner's head down while he face-fucked him, cock speeding in and out of that relaxed throat, crying out a litany of blissful moans. Sweat was beading down his covered face, his clothes stuck to his skin uncomfortably, his gut tightened. He felt like he was going insane. Astarion's eyes fell shut and his head back, as he arched off the examining table and exploded into that talented mouth. Gasping for breath and dizzy, he slumped down, legs feeling like jelly. His back no longer twinged. Gale panted against his sharp hipbone before straightening up and tucking himself back into his pants. Astarion simply watched through hooded eyes, brain still offline.

"We should go before we get caught," the brunet remarked, slinging the backpack over his shoulder.

"Right," mumbled the blond, but didn't move an inch. Gale looked at him worriedly.

"Astarion, come on."

"Mmh..."

"Do you need help?"

"Mhm."

He aided Astarion onto his wobbly legs, hastily dressed him and laced-up his boots before shoving him through the door. They grabbed the bags with cat food in the entrance area. Astarion giggled stupidly, stumbling back towards the rear exit, completely fucked-out. They climbed back over the fence and hurried along the streets until they'd reached the car. Gale sighed a breath of relief as they left the Open Hand Pet Sanctuary far behind. Back home, they basically fell through the door, adrenaline finally wearing off. While Gale stowed away the stolen insulin in the fridge, Astarion smooched a purring Tara.

"The things we do for you, darling. Be grateful that we love you so much and are positively insane," smiled Astarion before setting her down. "By the way, those pain meds work like a charm. My back doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"I'm glad," smiled Gale. With a snicker, he added: "Let's hope that the amount we stole will last you for multiple years. Also, I think we need a bigger fridge."

Astarion laughed, pulled his partner into a ravenous kiss, and they tumbled into bed.

"Say it again, love," Astarion panted against his fiancé's lips.

"Hm, what?" Gale asked slightly confused.

"The word you said before letting me fuck your face."

Gale blushed and smiled simultaneously. He held Astarion tight, placed a kiss on those sinful lips, and said: "Sweetheart."

"Again," whispered his partner, choked up.

"Sweetheart. My sweetheart. I love you."

[devastatedloyallute]

Chapter 3 of Bigger Than The Whole Sky -GuitarSpear Fic

Chapter Summary: Adam and Lute spend the day with little Abel Read here on AO3 💕

“But yeah, that’s that story, ya happy now?” Adam asked as he scooted closer to Lute.

“That does clear that up,” she draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him in. “You good? Something else on your mind, Sir?” 

“Ya know, this wasn’t it but it’s pretty fucking weird you keep calling me ‘Sir’ even when we aren’t on the job, Babe,” he muttered into her chest.

“And you calling me ‘Babe’ even though you tend to call nearly every woman babe, isn’t?” She smirked, curling a bit of his hair around her finger.

“...yeah okay, fair point. Anyway, I fuckin’ love you. I’m so fucking scared to lose you. I’ve somehow fucked up every legitimate relationship I’ve been in. I mean yeah, before you came along, I’d messed around with angels and stuff. There was that one and only time Sera let me down on Earth, and I fucked around with human ladies...yeah she wasn’t impressed with me on that one. But none of those were genuine feelings, you know?” Adam recounted his times as Lute petted his hair down, “I didn’t want to let myself get feelings for fucking anyone. Didn’t need to go through heartbreak in fucking Heaven, am I right?”

He looked up at her with soft eyes, “But when I met you, things felt different. I wanted to force those thoughts and feelings away. You climbed those ranks and soon you were appointed as lieutenant. I figured I could do one of two things: either give in and try to swoon you, or push you away. Can’t get rejected if I never try right? To be real, trying to push you away only backfired.”

Lute looked a little taken aback. “You were pushing me away? Couldn’t tell,” she shrugged.

“Me being an asshole seemed to only pull you in, you crazy bitch. You’re a masochist or somethin’, Babe,” he cupped her cheek and booped her nose with his thumb.

“What really makes you different is that you’re everything they were but better. I’m not afraid to pester you, and if I do go too far you put me in my fuckin’ place. You don’t take shit, and can dish it out. We have practically the same humor, we can bully each other but know it’s not serious. But we also have these soft and sensitive times. Not to mention our awesome as fuck sex life. You’re a kinky bitch,” he grins as he kisses her. Lute wraps her arms around his head as they kiss, breaking for air only to go in again. With smiles on both their faces, this truly was paradise.

“You know, I’ve got some insecurities too, now seems to be the time to voice them,” Lute brushed her now messy bangs out of her face.

“I just spilled my guts, so go for it, Babe,” he leaned back, ready to listen.

“It’s nothing spectacular, just that even though I’m well respected among the exorcists, I can’t shake the feeling of being outcasted. Not that I don’t get along with the others, but there’s this weighing feeling of judgment from them.”

“Eh, they’re just fuckin’ jealous of your position.”

“That’s just it, it’s not just that. I’ve heard them whisper about how I’m ‘the bosses’ favorite’.”

“Fucking true though-” He chirped, only to be met with a glare from Lute.

“You’re all I’ve got, Sir. Because of my position, and our status, the other exorcists are…intimated. So it’s been difficult to make…friends,” Lute appeared dejected. Adam sat up and scooped her into his lap. 

“Aw, don’t be down, Lute. You’ve got me and I’ve got you, who needs anyone else?” He squeezed her and nuzzled his forehead to hers. She nuzzled him back and kissed his cheek.

Someone had initiated a tickle war. There was a dramatic *THUD* as that said someone hit the floor.

Lute tried to catch her breath, recovering from the laughing fit brought on by Adam flinging himself off the bed. 

“You okay?” She managed to chuckle out, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Hah, fuck, yeah, yeah I’m good,” he huffed out as he brought himself to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, did you ever get an answer to what happened to Abel? Is he in Heaven or not?”

“Yeah, he’s up here. Like how the fuck do you forget about the kid running around up here somewhere? How they managed to keep him a secret is beyond me.”

“So, where is he?” Lute questioned as Adam crawled up onto the bed rubbing the back of his head.

“He’s uh, now he’s in that district where the young kids go. Kids who died from neglect and shit. It’s basically a giant playground daycare sorta place. Emily decided she really didn’t want it looking like a school ‘cause it wouldn’t be the best memories for the ones who were killed in those shitty fucking school shootings. They still learn a few things but yeah it’s mainly a playplace,” Adam said as he awkwardly fixed his pajamas and straightened his feathers.

“...Have you ever gone to see him?”

“I did, once…It was a few years after I got here, I had just learned that he was up here. I hadn’t really thought he’d be up here since I was told I was the first human here, so when Sera told me, I went to go see him. When he saw me though he was terrified. I tried to be like ‘hey it’s me, your dad!’ only for him to make the saddest fucking face I’d ever seen and his little voice go ‘You let me die.’ It felt like being stabbed, set on fire, then thrown down an endless pit. It fucking sucked. I already had to bury this kid, just for him to also blame me for his death in the afterlife,” Adam faceplanted himself into his pillow with a groan. 

Lute pat his back in an attempt to comfort him, “It’s been a while, maybe you could try seeing him again? He’s eight, I don’t think he’ll have held a grudge this long.”

“Ughhh but what if he has? What if he doesn’t even want to see me? I have ultimately failed as a dad. You don’t know the pain of being rejected so coldly by your own kid. That shit stays with you,” Adam whined, turning his head to look at her. “You gonna come with me?”

“Of course, Sir. We don’t have any meetings tomorrow so we can go then,” she plants a small kiss on his temple. He groaned in response. Of course, he would want to see his son again, but doesn’t want to feel guilt tripped again. “Let’s get some rest.” 

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Coming up to the entrance, the large sign read ‘Heaven’s Forever Daycare’. Adam shoved his hands into his pockets, still regretting letting Lute convince him to do this. Lute brushed her hand over his arm in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Sir. The important thing is you’re here. I’ll do the talking. Come on,” Lute lead the way into the building, with Adam cautiously following her inside. At the desk stood an angel whose name tag read ‘Elle "L" - Nanny’, their clothes were covered in stickers, presumably from the children.

“Good morning, we are here to see Abel,” Lute said as she stepped up to the desk.

“Good morning, ma’am. Unfortunately, you will have to be a little more specific. We have about 30 ‘Abels’ here. Last name?” The nanny smiled politely at her.

Lute looked over to Adam who had his back turned to them, fiddling with the horns of his mask, and his feathers ruffled. She sighed and looked back at the worker, “There isn’t a last name. The first man, Adam’s son, that Abel.”

The angel looked past Lute at Adam, giving him a look of concern, “Ah, I see…one moment.”

Lute stepped back to console the anxious Adam, “You should probably remove your mask, Sir. He might not be able to recognize you with it.”

Adam removed his mask with a sigh, “Fuck…yeah, yeah you’re right. Fuck, I already hate this.”

A voice cried out “DAD!” followed by running footsteps. They turn to see a small boy with soft brown hair and golden eyes, running at them with arms held wide. Abel stops short of the pair, startled by Lute. 

“Wait, who are you?” He tilted his head at her in confusion.

Lute knelt down to his eye level, “I’m Lute, your, uh-” she glanced over at Adam, looking for an answer, only to be given a confused shrug. “Uh, I guess sort of like a stepmom? Sure, we’ll go with that.” She fumbled her way through that sentence.

 “Stepmom? That’s so cool!! I have a mom again! Wait, mom would be confusing ‘cause I used to have one of those…can I call you mama instead?” He asked as he hugged her enthusiastically.  

Lute fought back the tears that threaten to fall that sting at the corner of her eyes. ‘ This kid is adorable, ’ she thinks. “Uh, sure, buddy, Mama works,” she pat his head, looking over his features, “You look so much like your dad, it’s uncanny.”

Abel stepped toward Adam, looking up at him expectantly with his arms raised. Adam took a deep breath and picked his son up, “Hey kiddo, so…you still mad at me?” 

Abel shook his head, “No not anymore, Dad. I’ve learned a lot of things and one of those is forgiveness. People make mistakes, they’re just human after all. Sometimes all they need is a second chance, right?” 

Adam and Lute look at each other wide-eyed, sharing the same thought,  ‘ Oh shit, we are gonna be horrible parents to this kid. He’s too pure. ’ 

Abel wrapped his little arms around Adam’s neck and Adam put his hand on his kid’s back, “Thanks kiddo. Hey wanna go back with us? Or maybe just spend the day getting caught up and you can get to know your new mom?” 

Abel looked to the nanny as if asking if it were okay to go with them, to be given a nod in response. He spotted his friends in the distance, them watching him with his dad. “Yeah but…I want to come back here. I can’t leave my friends, dad. They don’t have their moms or dads here with them. But sometimes one of their parents will come to get them, and then they don’t come back. We all miss them when they leave. We know they are with family again but we never see them again. It’s really sad.” 

Lute comes to stand beside them, “Okay buddy we can do that, if you want to stay here we can always come and visit if you’d like.”  Abel nods in agreement and pulls out his fist, and Lute returns the fist bump. The kid’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face. 

“Here, take this for a sec,” Adam said as he handed Abel to Lute so he could put his mask back on. Abel giggled as he's passed to Lute. “So where ya wanna go, squirt?”

No response. 

“Hey? Hello?” Adam made confused faces, waving his hand over the kid’s face to get his attention.

Lute chuckled, “He’s watching how your mask changes”  

“Ooh yeah that tracks, it’s pretty fuckin cool, huh?” Abel nodded in amazement. “So now will ya tell me where you wanna go? The zoo? Ice cream shop? Anywhere, you name it.” 

“Oooh, ice cream! Ice cream!” He chanted.

Adam put Abel on his back, “Aight, hold on tight kid. You ever flown before?”

The kid shook his head. “Nuh-uh, my wings are too small,” he pouted.

“Well, you’re gonna now, at least as a passenger anyway. Get ready for the coolest time you’ve ever fuckin’ had!” With the flap of mighty wings, they were off. 

Heading to the ice cream shop, Adam made a loop in the air, only for Abel to have slipped off half way around. “OH SHIT” Adam mid-panic, managed to grab him quickly, “Whoops, you fucking good, kiddo?”

Abel stared up at his father with wide eyes, clearly shaken, “Y-yeah. That was scary. Fun, but scary. Please don’t do that again.”

“Holy fuck. Trust me little man, that was not planned. Fuckin’ gave me a heart attack.”

Lute hovered close by, disappointingly reminding herself, ‘ Boys will be boys. Boys will be boys .”

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Back at home, they ordered pizza and wings for dinner. Sitting at the kitchen table, Adam asked, “So bud, did you have fun today? Anything we forgot?”

“Yeah I did have lots of fun. But I do have a question. The adults won’t tell me, but you’re my dad so you would know, right?” Abel questioned as he bit more of his pizza slice.

“Yeah! I know everything, hit me,” Adam boasted as he stuffed a wing in his mouth and pulled it back out clean.

“Where did mom and brother go? Why aren’t they here in Heaven with us?”

Silence. 

“Uh, well…Um…” Adam fumbled his hands around trying to form the way to word things. “Well, ya see…There are good people, and then there are not so good people. The not so good people go to a different place. So..” He shrugged, hoping to drop this topic.

Abel furrowed his brow and frowned. After a bit he asked, “Can we go visit them?” 

Lute put her hand on his shoulder, “Sorry buddy, we can’t do that.”

 “They’re probably not there anymore anyway,” Adam said under his breath not so quietly, which got met with a glare from Lute. 

“What does he mean, mama?” Abel looked at her with pleading eyes, hurt and confused.

Lute searched her mind for a way to answer without saying, ‘ We go down and purge the bad souls on a now bi annual schedule.'  That’s not a good idea.  “That place is full of violence, bad people killing just because they can. They could have fallen by any of those people. It’s not safe down there.” 

Adam realized her little lie and chimed in, “Yeah and there’s also this curse that clears out random souls who have been there for years and years. So that Hell doesn’t get too crowded. There’s a lot, and I mean a lot, of bad, horrible fuckin’ people who go to Hell every year.”

Lute shot him a look of disbelief as if to say, ‘ that was a little on the nose, don’t you think? ’ 

Abel remained quiet for a while. “I guess that does make sense. Not everyone comes to Heaven…So there has to be a place for the others to go. But what if there’s some people in Hell who only made small mistakes or just one big mistake? Can’t they eventually be forgiven for them?” 

The pair look at each other with unease. They need to find a way to get off of this topic and fast. It was very uncomfortable. Kid is spouting facts but they go against their entire job and everything they believe in. The silence was becoming deafening, what could they say that would be convincing enough to change the topic?

“How ‘bout we watch a movie?” Adam clapped his hands together, “When the movie’s done we can bring you back to the playcare.”

“Okay! Any movie? Even if I’ve watched it before?” Abel was practically bouncing in his seat. Adam and Lute shared a quick sigh of relief.

“‘Course! So whatcha wanna put on?” Adam, pleased with himself for changing the topic. 

“All Dogs Go To Heaven! I’ve only seen it once, the caretakers didn’t want to put it on again for some reason. I really liked it though! Charlie was a bad doggy, but he sacrificed himself for a little girl and got a second chance to get into Heaven!”

 Lute and Adam shared the same agonizing thought. ‘ It’s gonna be a long night. ’

“Oh you know, Hell is mentioned in the movie but I never thought it was real. Just a movie thing, but now I know that it's not. Maybe that’s why they wouldn’t play it again…But I really enjoyed it!” Abel realized.

As the movie ended, Adam got up to stretch. ‘ Yeah I can see why they didn’t wanna fucking play that movie again. Yeesh. Fuckin’ tear jerker ending though, damn. ’ Turning back to look at Lute who was picking up the leftovers from dinner, “What did you think, Babe?”

“It was…definitely something. That dog showed great loyalty, I respect it.” 

“Yeah! He became a better dog and got to go back to Heaven! Now do you think bad people can change?” Abel bounced with his little fists balled in excitement.

“Eh it’s just a movie, kiddo. It ain’t real. Anywho, you guys ready to go?”

“Mama, will you carry me this time? I don’t wanna fall again.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry!” 

“You actually didn’t, Sir,” Lute came over to join the two, turning the TV off. “We don’t have to fly there if you don’t want to, can always walk.”

“Oh okay! Let’s go! I can’t wait to see my friends and tell them what we did today!”

“Sheesh, kid, how do you still have so much fuckin’ energy?” Adam watched as Abel bounced on his toes, just raring to go.

Coming back to the daycare and checking in again with Elle at the desk, Abel gave the pair hugs before he ran off to greet his friends who were waiting for him.

“Bye Mama! Bye Dad! Come visit again!” Abel said as he waved them off. Lute and Adam wave back as they watch his friends look questionably at them. They wave goodbye to the nanny at the desk before heading home.

“Why did your parents bring you back? Did they not want to keep you?” One of the kids asked worriedly.

“No, no! I wanted to come back to be with you guys! I’m lucky to still have my dad but I’d feel bad ditching you guys. I don’t want to just leave and never come back,” Abel said as he waved his hands at his friends. “It’s okay! They’re gonna come visit when they can, they’re really busy with important angel stuff. He’s like a higher up, he’s so cool, my dad’s the best!”

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Adam collapsed face first onto the couch, “That was fucking rough.”

“You’re telling me,” Lute said as she grabbed a drink for each of them from the fridge. She set his drink on the coffee table, and nudged him to move over so she could sit on the couch as she took a sip of her drink, “Being called ‘mama’ sure is a super weird feeling. You feel better now that you’ve reunited with Abel?”

Adam raised his head and pat the cushion, wanting to use her lap as a pillow, “You know, yeah. Today was mostly fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my kids, but he hasn’t changed a bit. Well, other than the whole thinking sinners can be redeemed shit. He’s too smart for his own good. Gets it from me, ya know.” 

“Uh huh, of course he does, Sir,” Lute said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Are you for real sassing me right now, bitch?”

“Me? Whaat nooo, I would never,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“You are so lucking I’m so fucking tired.”

“Oh yeah? What would you do if you weren’t?” She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“...”

“Nothing? Giving me the silent treatment now?” 

Still no reaction. Was he really so tired he fell asleep already? 

“Hey, dick for brains. I’m gonna push you onto the floor if you don’t answer me.”

“...”

“Sir?” She leaned over him to check if his eyes are closed, “Adam?” 

He lunged at her, frivolously peppering her face with kisses.

“No! No more! Stop it!” Her retaliations fell on deaf ears. She laughed as she tried to push him off her but he held her down as he continued to bully her with his affections. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, Babe. You’re gonna get all these fucking kisses and you are gonna like ‘em,” he dove in to aggressively kiss her, but instead plants a soft kiss on her lips. “Betcha thought I was gonna do it again, huh?” He snuggled into her chest, making himself comfy. 

“We’re not sleeping out here on the couch. Come on, let's get ready for bed.”

“Mmh…no. Comfy here,” he mumbled against her. 

She rolled her eyes, and pat his shoulder, “The bed is much comfier, just have to get there first.”

Adam whined as he reluctantly rolled himself off the couch, “Alriiight…fine let’s go.”

The two once again head off down the hallway, going about their nightly routines, before laying down for the night.

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[celestialmantdonna]

Mantis was happy to fade into the background for a bit. With or without confidence, the empath was not one to need the spotlight. She smiled, happy to witness her Abilisks interacting with people; the creatures were feared in the galaxy, seen as nothing but monstrous abominations. The residents of Knowhere needed to realize that the Abilisks were good.

With careful movements, Mantis took the drink that Drax had barely touched, she placed a straw on it and she took a sip, her eyes on Prince Nuada as he started to pet the Abilisks. Rocket, standing on a tall chair behind the bar, used a cloth to dry a glass, his movements somewhat annoyed. He glanced at Mantis, and she blinked.

"What?"

"I didn't say anythin'," Rocket replied, tone dry.

"Rocket, I know you. What is it?"

"Why're you lookin' at the Prince like that?" Rocket inquired, setting the glass down.

"Huh?" Mantis blinked again. "Because he is wearing a golden shirt. It is a color that tends to attract attention."

"Right. Even though Adam's golden himself and you don't stare at him like that."

"Okay, fine! I stare at him because he is looking good." Mantis frowned and sipped the drink, trying to ignore the face Rocket made.

"Hey," he said gently. "Bug... no."

"No what?"

"Just no." Rocket repeated. Nuada was distracted with the Abilisks, so it was time Rocket knocked some sense into Mantis. "Don't catch feelings for that guy."

"I do not catch feelings for someone just because they look good, Rocket. I am not that shallow," Mantis stated, using the straw to stir the drink.

"I know, but–" Rocket shrugged, shoving his paws into his pockets. "You saved his people when you brought 'em here. You exhausted yourself growing entire fuckin' forests for 'em. You personally made sure they were comfortable. And instead of sayin', 'wow, Mantis has done so much for us, I better not ask anything of her ever', what did he do? Give you a fuckin'... glowin' green seed or whatever. No hesitation. He shoved more responsibilities onto you, because God forbid you rest!"

"You tried to bite me the first time I attempted to pet you," Mantis pointed out, though Rocket's anger didn't hurt her – she knew it wasn't directed at her. "And I didn't let that discourage me, I still wanted to be your friend. We all have a past. We all have the right to change."

"That's different," he said. "I didn't think I owed you shit. This guy? He sent you a clear message: no matter what you do for him, for his whole kind, it isn't enough and you could always do more. And I don't fuckin' like it."

Mantis' gaze fell pensively. "I helped them because I wanted to, and you know that. I expect nothing in return."

"That's all very nice, but just because you don't expect anythin' in return that doesn't mean he should abuse your kindness. You left because you were done livin' for others. If he's mad at you, he should realize he... contributed to that."

"He is not mad at me. If he was, I would know. I hugged him, and I learned he is happy to see me." Mantis stirred her drink with the straw and finished it, before softly pushing the glass toward the raccoon. "Can I have a refill?"

Rocket gave her a nudge. "You can have anythin' you want in this life, ladybug. You don't need permission."

"I am not asking permission, Rocket, you are the bartender!" Mantis did her best to sound annoyed, but her smile betrayed her. She always had so much fun with the Guardians.

"Well, that's true." Rocket chuckled. "I'll give you that. Sorry for the, uh, unsolicited advice. I'm still tryin' to unlearn a lot of stuff, like you are."

Mantis shook her head. "It's okay. It is. I know you are just trying to look out for me." She softly booped his nose. "Thank you, Rocket. You are a good friend."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Rocket took her drink and turned away to prepare another.

Mantis laughed before her attention returned to the Abilisks. One was giving some children a ride. Two was tentatively exploring the place, and Three was lifting a large tentacle to pat Nuada's head. People were slowly approaching them, though the giant creatures occupied so much space, one had to actively try to stay away from them in order to do so.

Going Knowhere || closed with thenexusofsouls

She was home. Mantis was finally home again. Not because Knowhere was her home as a place, but because home was where the Guardians were.

It had been two years since Mantis chose to bid farewell to the Guardians, leaving to find her own purpose while Quill left to return to Earth. The Celestial siblings had stopped running from their past, and it was freeing, as scary as the choice had been. Mantis had taken the three Abilisks with her… and the green seed Nuada gave her, of course.

Moments after landing, Mantis was greeted by some of the residents that lived on Knowhere. She rarely wanted to draw attention to herself, but she knew the three giant Abilisks would attract a few looks. Drax was all over her. He had picked her up at least three times to hug her, tightly squeezing Mantis until her eyes bulged from her skull. Part of the reason why Mantis had been at peace leaving his side was because now there were other children, children who needed him, after he spent years protecting Mantis since she reminded him of his daughter.

“Okay, Drax, enough! I want to say hello to everyone else,” she exclaimed, patting his back until he finally put her down.

Nebula, Kraglin and Adam hugged her affectionately, but soon enough Groot pushed them aside so he could hug Mantis, as well as Rocket. Cosmo licked Mantis’ face and Mantis giggled, patting the dog’s head. Cosmo was still the best girl in the galaxy.

When Mantis asked where Quill was, Drax told her he was still on Earth, but he wrote to the Guardians regularly to let them know he was okay. They were family, all of them, and they would always be.

“I say we throw a party tonight,” Rocket suggested. “You’re back, bug. We've gotta celebrate. What do ya think?”

“That sounds good! Thank you, Rocket,” Mantis said.

“Abilisks!” someone cried nearby, and collective screaming followed.

After reassuring everyone that the Abilisks were with her, lest panic took over all of Knowhere, Mantis asked the Guardians if they knew where Prince Nuada was. She had left without saying goodbye to anyone but the Guardians, and she wondered if Nuada would be angry with her. Rocket and Groot offered to look after her Abilisks while Mantis looked for the Elven Prince.

Mantis walked with more self-assurance than before. She no longer held her hands in front of her body, letting her arms swing at her sides instead. She was more poised now, secure in herself yet more mellow. Confident – but not unfriendly. As if her two years of complete independence had allowed her to grow more than her several centuries with Ego. She wandered over to the spot where Nuada was, following the direction Rocket had told her, and a few bark children appeared to say hello. Mantis smiled and waved at them. She remembered taking them to Knowhere shortly after bringing Nuada's people, as well as Mr. Wink. She never wanted Nuada to choose either his people or his friends; he could have both. She tilted her head when she spotted Nuada, and offered a polite smile.

"Hello," she said, trying not to make things awkward. "Good to see you," she added. "Okay, I know I left without saying goodbye, but... I already said goodbye to my friends, and I realized if I stayed a little longer to say goodbye to everyone, I would not leave. I would just think about how much I would miss everyone and stay. The seed is fine, by the way! I have been speaking to it regularly and making sure it knew it was a good seed. My Abilisks would keep it safe when I couldn't, so... yeah."

@thenexusofsouls

[moogey-likes-things]

FNAF SB HC 30:VALENTINE’S DAY!!!

I’m sorry this took me so long to post!

Warnings: None, FLUFF

Situation: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Between the gang and S/O reader!

REBLOGS APPRECIATED

ASKS WELCOME FOR ALL OR INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

Freddy – Boy, he's been waiting for this! He's done his homework, too. Researching traditions, asking you for all your favorites, he's ready to spend the whole day with you doing anything and everything he can to make sure you feel loved and appreciated! Your favorite meal will be ready for dinner. He's got your favorite movie lined up, and he's got a gift for you, too! You'd better be ready to be doted on and given all the cheesy, loving words you can handle!

Chica – She will have a veritable buffet of goodies for you to munch on all day long. She's got activities planned. You'll use up all that sugar you consumed! She'll hold your hand and be giggly the whole time. She'll make sure you have fun no matter what. When you both get some down time, just relaxing, she'll hold you close to her and pet your head. She'll tell you everything she loves about you. The day will end wit the exchanging of gifts. She'll have chosen something for you to wear, expertly chosen, by the way!

Roxy – She wants to take an intimate approach. She'll take you on a ride around the track a few times, at a much slower pace than normal. After that, it's back to her room. She'll give you a makeover, kissing you lots all the while, then sit you down for long cuddles and movies. She's definitely going to feed you your favorite sweets by hand, maybe even mouth to mouth, getting in even more kisses.

Monty – He's not really sure what to do with himself, or you. He'll let you take the lead on this day, letting you pick the activities and meals. He's happy to let you do what you please, but he'll find a way to ass his own little touch to it all. In the end what he wants most is physical contact with you. Snuggles and scratched on the head and chin, given or received! He'll be a happy gator so long as all the lovin' is between you two.

Bonnie – He will want to make things special. He'll try to find things that aren't too full of other people. He wants things to be sweet, fun, and intimate. He'll be complimenting you all day, touching your hands and staring dreamily into your eyes. You are so allowed to snuggle u to him all you want. You can touch the ears, too. You'll get lots of nose to nose boops and multitudes of kissed on your cheeks, as well as anywhere else you like them! Your gift will be a well chosen one. It's going to mean something to you both!

Foxy – Pleasure cruise? You bet! Well, as close as he can get you to it, at least. You'll have dinner and dancing in candlelight on the deck of his ship. He'll treat you like royalty. He will sing silly, happy songs of love to you and lavish you with all the treasure he can. Anything you want shall be yours on this day! Kisses, quality time, hugs, pets, anything! You name it and he will give it to you. He only wants you to love him and promise that you will be there the next year to celebrate again.

Sun – What a corn ball, but in the sweetest way. Hearts, hearts everywhere. He will go nuts creating decorations and little gifts for you. More than one picture, and maybe even more than one card. He will write all sorts of lovey poetry for you and recite it happily, all while trying not to overheat. He will have lots for you both to do, but he really really hope he can have kisses? Please? And maybe hold your hand?

Moon – He might be a little silly, maybe even old fashioned, but he wants to dance with you. Slow dances in the dim light of candles, or even nearly no light at all. He will play all sorts of love songs meant for slow dancing, all the best oldies and the like. He will hold you close and speak softly to you as he tells you how happy he is that you are his. His kisses will come in multitudes, light and fluttering all over your face and head. His gift will be something comfortable that you can wear all the time.

DJ – On the subject of music, your gift from the big guy himself is a playlist of songs mixed and made just for you! He cant do much in the way of activities with you, but he would very gladly hold you for as long as you want. He does hope that you will nap with him. He will be extra careful of you, making sure you are safe and comfortable above all! Literally.

[chaoslynx]

yut lung going to an animal shelter and falling in love with literally every cat there

send a character to my inbox (with or without a prompt) and I’ll attempt to write 200+ words from their POV!

"Sing, this is dumb," Yut-Lung complains. "I don't need an emotional support animal. I've been taking care of myself since my mother died. I don't see how adding a cat into the mix is going to make things any easier."

"Listen, I'm just saying, it's worth considering. We might as well take a look, right?" Sing grins, and Yut-Lung frowns at him.

"Fine. But don't get your hopes up. And don't go getting attached to every cat you see, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Sing waves him off, but Yut-Lung knows without a doubt that Sing is absolutely going to fall head over heels for every cute animal in this stupid shelter, and Yut-Lung is going to have to be the one to convince him to walk away.

With a sigh, Yut-Lung holds the door to the animal shelter open for Sing, and then follows him in.

Sing strides up to the desk like he's not Seventeen. That growth spurt sure has given him new confidence. "We're looking to adopt a cat," Sing says.

"Maybe," Yut-Lung adds, and Sing sighs.

"Maybe."

The shelter volunteer just smiles as them. "Cats are through that door," she says, nodding. "Feel free to take them out and hold them, just make sure they all stay in the room. And let us know when you've made up your mind."

Yut-Lung barely restrains himself from adding an if to that. "We're just going to look and then leave, okay?" he hisses to Sing.

"Right, Yue, we're just looking," Sing agrees.

And then they walk into the room with all the cats.

"Sing," Yut-Lung mumbles.

"Yeah?"

"Sing, they're all in cages."

"Well—yeah? They have too many cats to just let them all wander the room all the time or whatever—"

But Yut-Lung is already opening one of the cages to hold the cat inside. A little one-eyed kitten.

"That's a skrunkly little guy, isn't it?" Sing says. "Says his name is Churro."

"What did you just call him?" Yut-Lung asks, a little scandalized.

"Churro? That's what his paper says."

"No—skru—?"

"Skrunkly? Is he not?"

Yut-Lung blinks at him. "You are absolutely not allowed to catsit."

"Is that the one you want, then?" Sing says, grinning. Like he's won.

"No!" Yut-Lung says quickly. "We have to look at all of them!"

"All of them," Sing echoes. "Yue, look around this room for a second. All of them?"

"It's not fair otherwise!"

Sing sighs, shaking his head, but he gives in. They stay in the shelter for over an hour, holding and playing with each cat individually. There's a little Siamese kitten named Judy, an adult cat named Carrot. There's Winston, and Jojo, who's especially fluffy. There's even a mother cat named Meryl who just had five kittens—Beatrice, Miriam, Burrito, Oscar, and Milton, and Ms. Agnes. Alfred, whose sheet defines him as the 'theatre cat,' Harriet the 'avocado,' and Erza the void cat. And oh, Yut-Lung wants to take them all home.

"They're not going to let you adopt all the cats," Sing says. 

"Why not?" Yut-Lung asks, a little whiny. He knows he's being childish, but—he wants to save all the cats.

"They need to make sure that, like, they go to a good home."

"I live in a mansion. Of course it's going to be better than here."

"Yeah, but like—they need to make sure that you'll take care of them and stuff."

"But Sing!" Yut-Lung whimpers.

Sing sighs. "Fine. I have an idea. I'll be right back. Don't let any of the cats out of the room while I'm gone!"

"I know that much!" Yut-Lung snaps. He keeps petting that first little cat, Churro, and giving him nose boops. He even checks behind him and then kisses the little cat on his little head.

Sing comes back in not long after with one of the shelter volunteers, and Yut-Lung quickly acts like he wasn't cuddling Churro.

"Hi!" the woman says. "Your boyfriend here says that you're interested in volunteering here, or possibly fostering kittens?"

"Boyfriend?" Yut-Lung says, blinking. "Uh, wait—volunteering?"

Sing grins. though he's definitely blushing too. "Solves the problem, right?"

Well. Leave it to Sing. That damn problem solver.

Maybe 'boyfriend' isn't too far off.

[georgiapeach30513]

how we need the sweet Birdie Mae with her Granddads (Frank, Ari & Curtis). please do a drabble on them when you can. 😌

Birdie Mae is the sweetest bean. She is so smart, and her parents, don't treat her like a baby. But with them living on a farm, it kind of goes with the territory. And...she's so sweet with her grandpas. This is such an amazing time for Frank because this granddaughter is fully his. Posie and Poppy he's shared with Ransom and Steve, and Ransom almost trumped them all. But Birdie Mae, she's his FULLY! She does love her other grandpas, but her and Frank have this sweet little bond. Curtis just wants to look at her, because she reminds him of Arleigh, but with Beau's bright green eyes.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Wake Our Baby Up

Summary: Birdie Mae and her grandfathers

Pairings: Frank X Birdie Mae, Curtis X Birdie Mae X Ari

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Birdie Mae Masterlist

“Birdie Mae, what are you doing, girl,” Frank asks walking closer to his granddaughter who leans over checking for eggs.

As soon as she hears Frank’s voice, she’s dropping the lid, “Papaw!” her little bare feet run across the dirt in her dirty dress and she jumps up in his arms. Birdie Mae’s delicate fingers pet around his beard, before giving him a sweet boop to his nose. “What are you doing?”

“I had to come and see my sweet Birdie Mae. Where’s your parents?”

“Mommy is inside cooking, and daddy, is feeding the heathens and his ladies with Arlo. Did did you come to see just me?” she gives him a little pout as he walks her into the house.

“You were the main reason.”

“Where’s Pummy?” Frank gives a cheek kiss to his daughter-in-law before walking his granddaughter to her bathroom to wash up.

“She’ll be here when she cleans up the bakery. How is it that you always get so dirty?” Birdie Mae just giggles scrubbing her hands clean. “Was there any eggs?”

“I forgot to really look. I just heard you,” she giggles at his reflection in the mirror and Frank can’t help but to blow raspberries on her. One of his favorite parts of life now, is coming to see the family that his son created. Beyond proud of his shy son that got out of his head long enough to find the perfect woman for him.

Beau and Arleigh had created such a simple life for themselves and their kids. And their children adored their home. Was outside all the time, and were some of the best behaved children Frank had ever seen.

“Birdie Mae, how is it that you look so much like your mama, and you get the best parts of your daddy’s personality.”

“And his eyes,” she giggles. Her now clean hands go to pull her necklace out from under her dress and Frank gasps. “What, Papaw?”

“Where did such a beautiful little nature princess get such a fancy necklace?” he picks her up and carries her into the room, turning around for her to change.

“Raiden Carter Baizen got it for me.”

“You know not everyone goes by two names. That’s that kid’s full name. You’re Birdie Mae Rain Adler. Your mom calls it a double…”

“Barrel. I know. Raiden Carter says he likes when I call him that,” she gives him a little tap, and he spins around. Wiggling her finger to whisper to him. “He said that when I give him my heart I give him the necklace.”

“Oh no.”

“Papaw! That’s what daddy did. I don’t want to marry Raiden Carter though.”

“Good.”

“At least, I don’t think so. Briar,” she grabs her littlest brothers chubby little hand, and rubs her hand down his cheek.

“Don’t say that. Boys are yucky, why do you need a boy?”

“Raiden Carter isn’t yucky. He smells good. Like rain. He said his mama puts cologne on him. I like him.”

“Enough to kiss him,” Arleigh giggles, turning to pick her little boy up out of his walker. She walks over to Beau and Arlo that walk in, giving each a kiss.

“Birdie Mae, you better not be kissing boys.”

“What?” Beau asks looking down at his little dainty daughter.

“Her did,” Arlo agrees. “Her kissed him at the castle in the tree house.”

“That tree house is trouble! I’m telling Story it needs to go.”

“Daddy, no! Raiden Carter gave me a baby doll in there and called it our little QB. What’s a QB?”

Beau rolls his eyes, and has Arleigh coming up to hold him. “He’s Story on crack.”

“That’s what I said.”

“What is a QB?”

“You men are acting silly. Arlo go wash your hands.”

“Arlo, you and Z have to keep that boy away from your sister.”

“No! My baby is in that treehouse! Raiden Carter is taking care of him while I’m here.”

“This is going to far. Birdie Mae, Papaw is going to home school you. Raiden Carter is teaching you bad habits and I want my sweet doll baby to stay little.”

Birdie Mae sighs rolling her eyes. “I still have my necklace. He doesn’t have my heart just my baby.”

__________________________________________

Ari and Curtis have a different approach to being grandfathers. Curtis is completely satisfied with always holding Birdie Mae. It’s his second coming of his baby Bunny. Looking so much like her mama, and it made Curtis tear up a few times in the beginning just to look at Birdie Mae. Even her cries were pitiful little whines just like Arleigh’s.

Ari just wants to throw her up in the air, and play with her. Birdie Mae can only take so much of this before she’s reaching towards her Buzzy, needing cuddles.

Ari could be a bit too much at times for Birdie Mae, and she would push the boys over to him. But on the rare occasion it was just her and her grandparents, he would let her lay on his chest. Her fingers absently playing with his long locks while he would sing some Stevie Nicks to her. She loved her Boppy like this.

And LiLi and Buzzy loved watching their sunny daddy getting to soak in his time with the second coming of Arleigh. Birdie Mae loves her snuggles. And all three of Bunny’s parents made sure she gets all the snuggles and lovings she wanted.

Curtis and LP lean up against each of Ari’s shoulders, while Birdie Mae sleeps peacefully on his broad chest, and Curtis softly caresses her cheek, “If I had known that my sunny Bunny and that boy would give me this perfect angel, I wouldn’t have fought it so hard. Look at her. I could just…” Ari turns to the side and kisses his husband’s head.

“I know. I get it. I loved having our kids, and them growing up, but…being a Boppy is my favorite. When they’re sick, just give them to mama, but this sweet little thing, even if she gets tired of me and wants her Buzzy,” Ari mocks annoyance, but stops immediately when Birdie Mae stirs. Her little lips pucker out, and he swears her freckles become even more adorable.

“Do they really have to be done?” LP looks over at Curtis in shock. “Even those boys are so sweet. Arlo Everett,” he pouts over at his wife. “And Briar Levi. Our Bunny never left us did she?”

“You wouldn’t let her even if she wanted to,” she tells him. Leaning over to give him a soft kiss, and then one to Ari. “We made an incredible daughter. And now we get to reap the benefits in her kids. Daddies?”

Two sets of blue eyes look at her, and she can’t help but smile. “I’m glad that I got mugged that day. And Curtis was being a creeper and introduced me to Ari. Curtis and his need for target practice.”

“Hey! I just want to make sure a woman can defend herself. And it let me know how needy she was for a protector. I haven’t used that tactic since meeting you.”

“I would have just taken you to get coffee. Or buy a book from that store you used to work at. We should go running through the woods again. Clothing optional.”

“Always horny. I guess that’s what I get for having two husbands.”

“Really?” Curtis asks his wife. “We’re always horny? You’re not so innocent.”

“Shh, you’ll wake our baby up.”

Masterlist

[sopebubbles]

❣thirty-eight: a fourth option

Bulletproof Heart

A/n: this is the last chapter I'll post for now. Thank you for being here for my mental breakdown. I'll try to finish the story soon and get back to you. If you're checking in for the first time since 8/26 then you should go back to chapter 33.

Thank you all for your support for this story.

Y/n has hardly left her room in the last two days. She had asked for space, but she has no idea what to do with it. No matter how many different scenarios she goes through in her head, she can’t make a choice between the two incredible boys who have both won her heart. The only conclusion that she could come to is that she deserves neither of them, and will therefore spend the rest of her high school years within these four walls until she can eventually leave Daegu and start a whole new life. Still, that decision comes with no shortage of tears and loud music playing to drown out the sound of her own crying, so she doesn’t hear the doorbell when it rings. 

“Oh, no. It’s both of you?” Namjoon sighs when he opens the front door. “She’s already crying. Please don’t make it worse.”

Hoseok and Seokjin look at each other with sad eyes before looking back at Namjoon. “We’re gonna do our best to make it better,” the eldest assures her brother, so he steps aside to let them in. They follow the sound of thumping music down the hall to Y/n’s room, but when she doesn’t answer Hoseok’s knock he lets himself in. They find Y/n huddled on her bed, crying quietly into her pillow. She sees rather than hears them and pulls herself slowly into a sitting position. 

“Why are you here?” she mumbles as she wipes her face when Jin turns down the music. 

“We’re here for you, of course,” Jin smiles gently at her. She closes her eyes and pouts, so she misses when Hobi moves toward her. He sits on her bed and pulls her into him the way he always does, with her back to his chest until he becomes her shell with his arms around her waist and his head on her shoulder. 

“Did you forget we’re the ones you’re supposed to come to when you cry?” Hoseok asks, raising his hand to wipe a stray tear. “Or is it different when we’re the ones that made you cry?” Jin comes to sit on her bed in front of them, their knees touching.

“We’re sorry, Y/n.” Seokjin takes her hand and rubs his thumb over her knuckles. 

Their comfort only makes her start crying again. “I’m not crying because of you! I’m crying because I’m the terrible one!” she sobs. Hobi frowns at the other boy while wrapping his arms tighter around her and Jin uses his free hand to cup her cheek. 

“Y/nie, you’re not terrible. We told you, neither of us are mad at you. You don’t need to feel so bad.”

“But I do! I can’t choose between you because I don’t deserve either of you. You’re both too incredible. I love you both, but I’m a mess and I ruined everything.” While Y/n hangs her head and lets more tears fall, the two boys share one last look of confirmation, Hobi nodding his head at Jin. 

“Y/nie, my heart, listen.” Y/n’s eyes pop open at the sound of such a sweet and personal pet name. “You’ve been made to feel as if you only have three options. One of us or neither. But what if there was another way?”

Y/n sucks in a breath and lets it go shakily, her bottom lip quivering with the effort to hold back tears. “What other way?”

“What if you could date both of us?” Hobi says softly, close to her ear. Y/n’s eyes go wide and she turns to look at him, then back at Jin. Both wear neutral faces. 

“I could what?”

“We both love you, and we don’t want you to break your heart over it. No matter what you think. No matter how big of a mess you are, we both think you deserve all the love in the world, and we’re ready to give it to you. Both of us,” Jin explains calmly. 

Y/n looks between the two of them again and begins to laugh, because they must be joking. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t laugh, Y/n!” Hobi boops her on the nose, but he can’t help smiling because at least she isn’t crying anymore. “It’s called polyamory, and it’s a lot more common than you think.”

“So. What? You two are going to share me?” 

Jin shakes his head at her. “Not share. We both love you, and you love both of us.”

Y/n swallows as she starts to realize that they’re serious. 

“It’s okay, if you don’t think you can do that either, angel. We’re not going to pressure you into anything. We just wanted to let you know there was a fourth option,” Hobi tells her as he sees her wheels spinning. 

“Is it like...a sex thing?” 

Hoseok pinches her side. “No! It’s not a sex thing, Y/n! God, that’s not what we’re talking about!”

Y/n yelps and then laughs. “Okay. Okay.”

“Jin, I changed my mind. You can have her.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Hoseok.” Jin levels him with a stare and he just grins. 

Hobi presses his face into her neck. “Okay, I still want her.”

“What about you two, though? Would you be in a relationship with each other also?” She’s suddenly very serious. 

Hobi lifts his head to press his lips to her ear. “Maybe someday. Don’t say anything, but I think Seokjin is very cute,” he whispers loud enough for Jin to hear and the other boy looks away with a shy smile, clearly blushing.

Y/n’s eyes open wide. “Jin are you bi, too?” 

“I think men and women are both beautiful,” Jin replies quietly. 

“That’s a yes,” Hobi says in her ear again, and they all laugh. Finally, Y/n sighs. 

“There are a lot of people who won’t be okay with this.”

Jin laces his fingers with hers and squeezes her hand. “Heart, we don’t live our lives based on what makes others comfortable. We do what’s best for us.” 

Hobi hides his face in Y/n’s hair again. “I like him. Can we keep him?”

Y/n smiles and lifts her free hand to touch Hoseok’s head. “You guys really think we can do this?”

“It depends on you, heart. Hobi and I have already talked about it and decided. Do you think you can love us both?”

“I already do. I think I can keep it up,” she replies happily. 

“Then will you be our girlfriend?” Hoseok asks gently. 

“It would be my honor. There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” 

“I don’t know who to kiss first,” she frowns. With ecstatic smiles, both boys lean in to plant rough kisses on her cheeks, making her laugh as they pull away. 

“Go on, kiss him,” Hobi whispers in her ear and leans away as he pushes her slightly forward. 

Jin smiles brightly at her as he reaches his hand out to grip her neck and gently pulls her toward him. His lips meet hers in a slightly less soft way than they had a few days ago, moving against hers hungrily. When they part he holds her there for a second longer, with their foreheads pressed together. 

"I've barely been able to think of anything but doing that for days now," he confesses.  

"Sorry about the wait," she whispers in response. 

He shakes his head slightly. "Don't be. I don't mind waiting for you." Finally, he releases her and she leans back into Hobi, who has been watching on tenderly, his hands resting lightly on her hips. She lifts herself up enough to turn toward him, now sitting fully in his lap, enabling her to see his face properly for the first time. 

"My hope," she breathes as her fingers go into the hair at the back of his head. 

"Hey, babygirl." He smiles so softly at her, but it radiates all his affection. 

"Thank you for always being there for me." There are new tears in her eyes at the mere thought of how much he gives to her. 

"You don't need to thank me, angel. I'll always be here," he promises, tucking her hair behind one ear. "I'd really love to kiss you now, if you don't mind." Y/n smiles giddily and nods her head, closing the gap between them for him. Her head is spinning with him by the time they both need a breath. When she breaks away from him she moves a little farther away than before so she's in the middle of them, sitting on the bed, a little more independent of him.

"I think it would be good if we have some well defined…rules doesn't seem right," Y/n says with a sigh. 

"Boundaries." Jin supplies the word she is looking for. "That's a good idea."

"Where to start?" She wonders, looking between the both of them.

Jin clears his throat to speak first. "I just want to say that I respect the years of friendship that you and Hobi have shared, and I don't want to interfere with your best friend dynamic. But I don't think it's fair for you to talk to your other boyfriend if you have a problem with one of us. You should talk to one of us directly or a third party if you need to...I don't know, process or vent or something. And we'll do the same. But I claim Tae."

Y/n can't help but laugh. "That sounds perfectly fair. I guess I take Jimin. Although that sounds like asking for meddling."

"He'd be upset not to be included, since he did ship up weeks ago," Jin reminds them.

"Wait! No. Not fair. That leaves me with Namjoon of Kookie and not only are they emotionally inept but they're your family!"

"Hey! Kookie isn't emotionally inept. He's just an innocent. And Namjoon- shit." Y/n sighs.

"What?" 

"I just don't know how Namjoon is going to take this." She looks to Hobi for some kind of acknowledgement.

"We'll make sure he understands. It might take time," he assures her.

"Well, you could always talk to-" Hoseok cuts her off abruptly. 

"Don't you dare say his name right now." Y/n smiles sheepishly and nods her head. "As for other boundaries, I know you guys are still getting to know each other, so if you need to spend more time together right now I understand that."

"That's nice of you, Hobi. But I think I'd get more info out of you than her," Jin laughs.

"Can I hold both of your hands at school and we eat lunch together every day?" Y/n asks quietly. 

"If you don't actually eat lunch with us every day I will hunt you down," Hobi threatens. 

"And my hands are always here for holding." Jin weaves his fingers in with hers for emphasis.

"And me and Hobi can come to band practices?"

"As long as you don't ever make out in front of the boys, I'm sure that's not a problem. We'll explain things to them, too. But we're all still hoping you'll join the band."

"What? Y/n join bulletproof? When did this happen?" Hobi asks in shock. 

"They asked me the day we kissed and I turned it down but I said I’d think about it. I haven't really, since I was pretty sure I was going to lose everyone anyway," Y/n explains sadly.

"You should do it, babygirl. You'd be amazing!"

Jin hums. "On the subject of pet names." Both Hobi and Y/n turn to look at him because of his odd tone. "I actually find it really cute when Hobi calls you babygirl, but I think I'll need something that smacks a little less of the patriarchy."

Y/n and Hobi can't help but fall into a fit of laughter, leaning on each other for support. "Well, I like it when you call me heart," she tells him when she calms down. "But you can try out whatever you like and we'll see how it goes."

"I hope it goes without saying, but we'll say it anyway, that nothing sexual has to happen until the people involved are comfortable, right?" Jin's face is serious as the others nod at him. "Because I, for one, am not ready."

"Me neither," Y/n agrees. "But can I still have cuddles on demand?"

"You say when and where, and someone will be there to hold you, babygirl," Hoseok promises. 

"I could use some cuddles right now," Y/n pouts. 

"Are we good with this boundary talk for now?" Hobi asks and the other two nod. "Then I'm going to leave you two alone for a bit and go talk to Namjoon."

"Are you going to tell him?" Y/n looks up at him with worried eyes as he stands from the bed. 

"Yes. But I'll do it as gently as possible. I'll do my best to make him understand. Don't worry about it right now, angel." He leans down to kiss her furrowed brow. "Talk to Seokjinnie for now and I'll be back later." Y/n pouts her lips for a kiss and he gives her a peck as if this is already a normal thing.

As Hobi leaves the room, Jin pulls her into his arms and down onto the bed so they can lay together. "Thank you for doing this," Y/n whispers when they're face to face. 

"Doing what?" Jin's eyes search every detail of her face. Her eyes are still red and puffy from all the crying she's done, but he can see her eyes are truly happy and relieved. Her cheeks and nose are still red and blotchy, too, but he can't help finding her beautiful, can't stop wanting to kiss her lips. 

"I know Hobi didn't come up with polyamory," she smiles. 

Jin hums. "He was pretty quick to agree though. And I don't think it was just how bad we both want you. Y/n, we truly believe you deserve all the love the world has to offer you. Promise me you'll never doubt that you deserve the two of us and even more." 

Jin brushes her hair back with his fingertips and looks steadily into her eyes until she whispers her promise. Then he drags her ever close to him, pressing her body against his as their lips crush together again. His tongue glides against the seam of her lips and she parts them to let him in. The heat of his mouth, the overwhelming warmth of his chest against hers and his body wrapping around her takes her completely out of her head. There are no more worries, no more heartbreaks, just her and Seokjin together. She has no idea how long it’s been when he pulls back slightly, his body weight she hadn't even noticed easing off of her slightly as he smiles at her softly from above. 

"Are you feeling better?" Jin asks in a whisper, and she can only nod. He presses kisses into the side of her face and her ear. "You sleepy?"

"Mhm," she hums back. She's barely slept but she's also too overcome right now to form a proper reply. But he's wrapping his arms loosely around her and pulling her into his chest so she has no reason to protest. 

>>

Hoseok closes the door softly and turns to face the door opposite hers. He takes a deep breath to fortify himself before he knocks. He hasn't properly talked to Namjoon in weeks. If he really thinks about it, they haven't had a normal conversation since before Y/n asked to join the Boyz. There's definitely some of that which Hobi should own responsibility for, but it's neither here nor there for the moment. Namjoon opens his bedroom door with eyebrows raised in surprise. He wasn't expecting to be summoned and he'd made sure to turn his music up so he wouldn't hear anything coming from across the hall. Although he'd been doing his best to be a supportive brother for the last few days, emotional turmoil and how to deal with it is far from his range of skills, and in the end he did little more than offer her food and a few awkward words. 

"Hobi," Namjoon breathes, his shoulders falling when he sees the boy. He steps aside again to let him enter his room. It's a room with which Hoseok is intimately familiar. He's spent many hours here, reading comics, playing video games, and eventually writing music together. "I'm sorry," Namjoon tells him.

Hobi's face scrunches. "For what?"

"She chose Seokjin, right?"

Hoseok lets out a little laugh. "Not exactly." Namjoon cocks his head to the side curiously. "Let's sit," his friend says and folds himself down to the floor. 

Hobi looks around the room. Nothing has changed since the last time he was here over a month ago. He waits patiently while Namjoon turns down the music and then sits down a few feet away from him. 

"So what happened? Did Seokjin leave?"

Hobi shakes his head. "He's still in there with Y/n. I'm just giving them a little time."

Namjoon eyes his friend suspiciously. "I feel like I should stop guessing. What's going on?"

Hoseok takes another deep breath. "Okay, it's like this. Jin and I both love your sister and she seems to love both of us. And choosing between us is trearing her apart. So, we decided we would give her the option to date both of us."

"Oh." Namjoon sits up a little straighter. "I know what polyamory is, Hobi. I'm not an idiot."

"Well, shit, Joon. I had to look it up when Jin suggested it." Hobi can't help laughing at himself. 

"Wait. So you're telling me that you're in a poly relationship with my sister?" Namjoon finally lets it sink in. 

"Surprise?" Hobi grimaces, waiting for the next reaction. 

"I'll admit I didn't expect that," Namjoon sighs. "And you're okay with this?"

"Don't you mean is she okay with this?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "I'll have to ask her that. But I'm asking you now. "

Hobi smiles because that's a good answer and because he is. "Yeah, I'm good with it. She's happy and I get to be with her, so I'm happy."

"Well, finally."

"Has it been that obvious? I really didn't know for a long time," Hobi admits, mystified. 

"I guess some things are only clear from the outside." Namjoon shrugs. "But does that mean you're also dating Seokjin?"

"Not right now, but in the future, who knows? I like Jin, as a person. He really cares about Y/n and that's what's most important to me right now. But he's also a cool guy and…"

"And very good looking?" Namjoon smiles. 

"Some things are obvious to everyone."

Namjoon chuckles. "No kidding. But I didn't know you were bi, or that he was." 

"There's a lot you don't know about a person. Even if you're really close with them." A moment passes with a heavy silence before Hoseok speaks again. "Have you fixed things with Yoongi?"

Namjoon looks at him blankly. "Do you want me to?"

Hobi sighs. "Am I furious with basically everything he's done in the last four months? Yes. Do I think you've made a series of bad decisions and stuck by his side when he doesn't deserve it? Also yes. But," he pauses to look his childhood friend in the eye. "I don't want you to be miserable, and the heart wants what it wants. So I'm sorry that it's still troubling you."

"Thanks, I guess."

"I'm trying here, buddy."

"Yeah, I appreciate that." He doesn’t laugh so much as raise his shoulders a little. "Do you think you and I can ever be okay again?"

Hoseok sucks in a breath through his teeth. "I want to tell you that we're okay now, but honestly...it's been really hard for me to stand there and watch you choose Yoongi over your sister, and then to hear what you said to her last weekend. I just… I'm disappointed in you. And that hurts me to say, but I am. That's your sister, Namjoon. And she wouldn't need me and Jin if she could rely on you."

Namjoon sighs, holding back the tears in his eyes. "You know I didn't mean those things, Hobi."

"Maybe, maybe not. But they came from somewhere, didn't they?" Namjoon meets Hobi's gaze and begins to crumble.

"I have no idea what I'm doing Hobi. It's my fault my dad left, and I'm supposed to be all she has. When the four of us were together the last few years I felt like it was okay. I didn't want to see it falling apart. I didn't want to see the terrible things that Yoongi was doing. And now it's too late for me to fix it. Y/n doesn't need me. She's gonna be with you guys now, with Bulletproof like she has been lately. And I have no idea what's happening with Yoongi. I don't want to be alone, Hobi."

Hoseok reaches his hand out to rest on his friend's shoulder. "Namjoon, your dad didn't leave because of you. He left because he's an asshole. It isn't fair that the only support you have is a group of equally unprepared kids. And I don't entirely blame you for loving Yoongi. Whatever his faults, he's always been able to make you see the good in yourself, and everyone needs that. But you also picked up some bad habits from him, like projecting your own shit onto your sister." Hobi drops his hand and sighs. "Maybe it will be good for you and Y/n to have some space for a while, maybe you won't feel so much resentment towards her. Just work on yourself. With or without Yoongi. And let Y/n work out her own thing, too. We'll make sure she's well taken care of."

"I'm sure you'll do a better job than I ever could," namjoon shakes his head. 

"Well, Seokjin is very nurturing." Hobi smiles sweetly.

"I'm really surprised, honestly," Namjoon admits. "You're all she ever needed. Maybe if you'd gotten together before she met Seokjin you'd have her all to yourself."

Hobi shakes his head. "You know, I actually think this is good. Y/n deserves all the love in the world, and Jin is the best guy I've ever known. How could I not want her to be with him, even if I want to be with her. I feel lucky, honestly."

"As long as you're happy," Namjoon shrugs. "Just make sure she doesn't end up pregnant or something."

Hoseok lifts himself off his butt to smack Namjoon's shoulders. "Don't say something like that to me! We aren't going there. Not yet. Not for a while probably."

"Thank god!"

"Can we not discuss this?!"

"Please!"

Both boys sigh. "I guess I'll go back in there, then." Hobi stands and moves toward the door but pauses just before he opens it. "It was good talking and being honest with you, Joon. If you can get yourself and Yoongi on a better track and keep your sister out of harm's way, I'm sure we can get back to normal someday." 

Hoseok knocks on Y/n’s door once again, and when there’s no response he thinks they might have fallen asleep. He opens the door slowly to see that he was almost right. They hadn’t quite dozed off yet but a couple more minutes that would certainly have been the case. Y/n lifts her head to look over Jin’s shoulder and smiles sleepily at Hobi. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he apologizes, stepping cautiously inside the room. 

“That’s okay,” the other boy assures him, sitting up and running his hand through his hair. Jin wears a content smile, truly unbothered by his entrance. 

“Can we have a minute?” Hobi requests, standing beside the open door. 

“Of course,” Jin agrees and leans over to kiss Y/n’s cheek that’s plumped up by her smile. Then he gets off the bed and walks past Hobi, giving him an encouraging grin and a pat on the shoulder before he walks out and closes the door behind him. 

Hobi doesn’t waste any time in going to sit with her, pulling her fully into his lap once again. Her hands rest on his neck, just under his ears so she can stroke his cheeks with her thumbs. She notices that his eyes are a little troubled, and it fills her with worry. 

“Hobi,” she says softly. “You don’t have to do this for me. If it’s not okay for you, please say so.”

A smile spreads across his lips. “This is more than okay, baby.”

“Then why don’t you look happy?” she pouts. 

“I am. I really am. I get to be with you and that’s all I want.”

“Then tell me what’s wrong,” she begs. 

Hobi’s head hangs forward a bit and Y/n pulls him closer to plant a soft kiss there. “It’s just Namjoon. I’m worried about him, but I’m also still upset with him.”  

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. 

“For what?”

“I feel like I made a mess of everything and ruined your friendship.”

Hobi’s hands wrap around her lower back and pull her close. “Please stop blaming yourself. Everyone is responsible for their own actions. Yoongi, Namjoon, me. You can’t take the blame for everyone.”

“And what have you done wrong?” she wonders, pushing his hair back and making him look her in the eyes. 

“I didn’t do all that I could have to fight on your behalf. I didn’t put Yoongi in his place or make Namjoon wake up sooner.” Hobi closes his eyes, disappointed in himself. 

“Didn't you just say everyone is responsible for their own actions? You would have done, but you always did what I asked and needed of you instead. I wouldn’t have been able to see you fight them. You’ve always helped me. And I really appreciate that.”

Hobi opens his eyes and tries to look stern. “I won’t be doing that anymore. If something happens where you need to be defended, I’m defending you, no questions asked.” 

Y/n mirrors his tough glare and leans forward until their foreheads touch. “Okay.”

Hobi’s face softens and whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she responds before he presses his lips softly to hers, finally content. Y/n moans, leaning into him as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. He kisses until his head is entirely overwhelmed with her, but he can tell she can’t get enough. 

“Been wanting to do that for a while, huh?” he teases her. 

“More than you know,” she admits, grinning ear to ear. 

“And yet you liked Min Yoongi over me.” He shakes his head but his smile is just as wide. Y/n groans long and loud, but caps it off with a giggle. 

“I didn’t think I could ever have you,” she frowns.

Hoseok pecks several kisses to her lips and then her cheek until he arrives at her ear. “You’ve always had me, angel.”

Y/n smiles again, then turns her head slightly to lay soft kisses just below his ear, satisfied when she hears him sigh as her lips travel lower. She opens her mouth to bite him gently right where his neck curves to his shoulder, sliding her tongue over the spot before giving him another kiss. Hobi’s breath hitches and he groans. 

“I cannot believe I’m saying this, but we probably shouldn’t keep Jin waiting,” he sighs. “We drove together.”

Y/n pulls back, laughing. “And what would you have done if I had chosen just one of you?”

“Well, babygirl,” he smiles, squeezing her hips as he looks at her mouth, red from kissing, “that would have been incredibly awkward.”

“Can we have just one more minute?” she asks, kissing the corner of his mouth slowly. 

He smiles and cups her cheek to guide her lips to his. “You know I can never say no to you.” 

It’s more than a minute before they let go of each other, but not much more. Not enough. She could stay there all night and so could he, but she could say the same for Jin, and she tries not to let the uneasiness of that turn into guilt. Surely, this arrangement will take time to get used to, but she knows they’ll give her that. Y/n walks with Hoseok out to the living room where Jin is sitting on the couch, scrolling patiently through his phone as he waits. 

“I guess we should go for tonight,” Hobi sighs, still holding tightly to Y/n’s hand. 

“I guess,” the other two sigh in unison. 

Jin walks forward to take her face in his hands and kiss the top of her head. “No more crying, okay? Everything will be great.” 

Y/n gives him a smile and a nod. She accepts one more kiss from each of them before she reluctantly sees them out the door. Together they walk out to Hoseok’s car, each getting in and letting out a long sigh. 

“You think this is going to work?” Hobi asks, still harboring a shadow of a doubt. 

“As long as we want it to,” Jin tells him. 

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

//

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[karmasuna]

Shinsou, Deku Bakugou headcanons where they go shopping together with the reader and gets mistaken for a couple

das hella cute 👀 

Midoriya Izuku

○ the two of you would be out shopping together for Eri’s birthday party and to get her some presents from you and him 

○ you would go around to different stores buying decorations, food and drinks, and just anything you thought the little girl would like

○ at some point while getting the ingredients to bake the cake at the supermarket, you had taken to sitting in the cart while Midoriya pushed you around so you could grab everything you needed off the shelves

○ as you waited for the green haired boy to pay for the stuff with the allowance Aizawa had given you and him for Eri’s birthday party, you get a text message from said teacher asking you to help him get some extra balloons to decorate

○ so you tell Midoriya you had one more stop to make before heading back, tugging at his sleeve while telling him to hurry and he chuckles, patting your head and telling you to be patient

○ the old lady working the cashier smiles at your cute interaction, saying that you two made an adorable couple and saying something about young love

○ and you both flush bright red, the boy sputtering and frantically telling her that you two weren’t dating, just close friends before you grabbing his hand and literally dragging him out of the supermarket out of embarrassment

○ as you two slow down to your normal pace after rushing out of there, you share an awkward laugh

○ he suddenly becomes aware of his hand in yours, his face flushing an even darker shade as he tries not to immediately jump away from your touch 

○ you notice him glancing down at your joined hands and you laugh at his embarrassed face, lacing your fingers through his 

○ and you watch with amusement as he practically melts into a flustered puddle

○ you laugh and plant a kiss on his cheek before teasingly telling him to hurry and get moving before the ice cream you had just bought melted

○ and he hurriedly follows you as you tug on his hand, eager to go back to the dorms and start baking Eri’s cake

 Shinsou Hitoshi

○ Hitoshi was heading to the pet store to help Aizawa get some cat food and you had decided to tag along, saying that you wanted to go visit the cats there too 

○ and when you get there you immediately rushed off to where the cats were, cooing at the adorable fluffballs as they meowed at you from their room

○ you came by so often that the people who worked there recognized you, and would often let you play with the cats

○ today was no different, the boy working the shift letting you into the room as you give him an appreciative smile

○ the purple-haired boy eventually shows up after grabbing the cat food Aizawa needed, watching you dangle a toy in front of the tiny kitten in front of you with a soft smile on his face

○ and when you see him, you open the door to let him in, telling him that he should play with them for a while too 

○ of course he would never say no to cats (or you for that matter) so he puts down the cat food and picks up the cat that was currently wrapped around his leg before sitting down on the floor next to you

○ the two of you play with them for a bit until Hitoshi gives each of them one last pat and stands up

○ “C’mon Y/N, we gotta start heading back or else Aizawa-sensei’s cat is gonna starve to death”

○ you pout but oblige, waving at the cats as you left the room and headed towards the cashier so that he could pay for the cat food

○ as you two approach the boy from earlier put down his console and eyes you two suspiciously

○ “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, Y/L/N,” he comments as he scans the cans. “Always assumed you were single since you come here so much like some old cat lady.”

○ your face turns red, both from surprise and anger from him calling you an old cat lady

○ “We aren’t dating, Kenma, he doesn’t like me that way,” you say, poking a finger into the boy next to you, “and who are you calling an old lady, pudding head?!”

○ “Uh huh, whatever you say,” he responds, totally unconvinced as he shares a weird glance with Hitoshi before nodding and handing him his items back

○ you wanted to ask about it, but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting him to insult you again

○ when you ask Hitoshi what that was about as you boarded the train, his reply was a mysterious smile before flicking your forehead

○“You said I didn’t like you that way, but you never said you didn’t like me that way, Y/N.”

○ “Are you implying something?”

○ “No, of course not,” he replies, leaning over to gently boop your nose 

 Bakugo Katsuki

○ class 1A was all out shopping together, and when you arrived at the mall you had all split up to go browse stores you were interested in

○ you and Mina wanted to check out some new clothes, and so you two set off together

○ Bakugo insisted on following you, saying that he had nothing he wanted to buy and with Bakugo also came Kirishima and in tow the entire Bakusquad

○ “Katsuki, how does this look?” you ask, coming out of the changing room in a dress that Mina had picked out and insisted you try

○ “Fine,” he answers curtly before looking back down at his phone, seemingly uncaring of your outfit choices

○ but you knew better, seeing the tips of his ears turn red and knowing he actually liked the dress

○ and so you make a note to buy it later when you leave, going off to check out some other clothes in the shop

○ “It’s so impressive that you actually got your boyfriend come shopping with you,” the girl who was currently helping you out comments, making your face heat up as you laughed awkwardly 

○ “Ah, we aren’t dating, our entire friend group is here, actually,” you explain

○ “Is that so? Boys usually leave when the girls are distracted.”

○ so you glanced around the small shop, and sure enough, Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari were long gone and nowhere to be seen

○ and you try not to think too much of it, writing it off as the blonde just not liking shopping that much

○ the girl notices and winks at you, telling you to keep him to yourself before he got bored and ran off to someone else since boys like him are hard to find 

○ after a while you plop down next to him, resting your feet for a bit as you watched your pink friend continue to pick out clothes

○ jokingly telling him about your interaction with the girl earlier, you were surprised when he actually puts down his phone and looks you in the eye

○ “well she’s damn right that I would be a great boyfriend,” he drawls before giving you a peck on the lips and making you a flustered mess

○ (you totally get a staff discount and a very enthusiastic thumbs up from the girl after that when Bakugo offers to pay for you instead) 

[toshilove]

𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩

if sakusa kiyoomi had a pet, it would be a cat. here’s some hcs of how he got one

a/n: i literally just started this at 2am when i literally have to wake up at 6:30am for class. kill me.

- would initially be heavily opposed to getting a pet, especially one with fur. the amount of shedded hair? disgusting in sakusa’s eyes

- however, komori’s friend just so happened to have a cat (let’s call her mitsuki heh) that he could no longer keep for whatever reason

- komori himself wasn’t allowed to have pets at his house so he asked—no, practically begged sakusa to foster the kitty.

- “it won’t even be a month! just watch over it until we can find a permanent home for mitsuki! pleaaaase kiyoomi?? look how cute she is!” komori pleaded as he held the cat up

- sakusa grimaced and turned away, “get that thing away from me, i’m not taking care of it.”

- komori was persistent, however, “pleaaase kiyoomi? there’s no one else that i know of that can take care of her? i would foster her myself but you know i can’t have any animals in my house,” he continued while bringing the cat closer to sakusa

- sakusa sighed, finally taking a good look at the cat, who was a little confused as to what’s going on but was chill. his face softened a little, but he’ll never admit that

- “fine, but no more than a week.”

- it was sakusa’s first time taking care of a cat so it was understandable that he didn’t really know what to do

- of course he did the basics like feed her, set up a litter box and cleaned it (he most likely wore a mask and gloves, then thoroughly washed his hands afterwards)

- but playing with her? that’s something that he had to warm up to

- also cuddles, definitely cuddles

- he wouldn’t really see the appeal of waving around a feather toy in front of the cat at first, but after seeing her get all excited trying to catch it with her little paws, he thought it was pretty cute

- as for the cuddles and petting, he would be so stiff the first time; awkwardly patting her head or something

- however, mitsuki seemed to love it and would always stick by him from now on

- she would always rub up against him purring which made sakusa eventually warm up to him

- if he was preoccupied like studying an opponent team’s volleyball match, the cat would always come up to him and chill on his lap; if he was lying down, she would lay on his chest

- she would often times block his view so he would give her attention, which would get annoying, but honestly sakusa loved it at the end of the day

- he’d get much better at petting her hehe like practically massaging her head or stroking her entire body; the cat would be in complete bliss :)

- he would even train her to give little boops on the nose ahhhhh; once mastered, they can never go without a day, or even an hour giving cute nose kisses ;(

- the man who once despised pets is now turned into a complete cat lover

- a week later: “hey motoya…you know what? i think i’ll keep mitsuki. it’ll just be more bothersome if she moves to another home.”

- “you love her don’t you? that’s why you don’t want to give her away? she grew on you?” komori smirked

- “…yes.”

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