#and there is a toddler running around the room w it…..

[rendoa-blog]

Ghosts of the past!

Pssst, you can ignore this, but I wanna share it with you guys because I think you might enjoy it @ancha-aus @spotaus

Also, @mortallydarkbird , get your ass in here. You're reading this whether you like it or not.

"Nightmare, King of Negativity, Rulers of Emotion (mind the plural), is a prominent figure in the multiverse. He and his group are not... feared? They are respected and work under... a merciful deity. Huh. That seems... wrong, somehow. Ink truly does not understand why it feels that way. With the information he has been provided with, nothing about this looks off. So... what is making it feel like this???"

OR

I, Myeba, share the great ideas of my mind! So! Because I don't know how to word this properly other than BadSans(+Dream)-centric! Let's just go and list some facts about this!

So, what's wrong here?

Dream! Dream is what's wrong here!

This Nightmare is haunted by the undead spirit of his petrified twin!

Dream never got out of stone, his petrified body, overgrown with moss and greenery in some spots, stays in Nightmares private garden with their dead mother. (The castle is built atop the apple hill in Dreamtale, the destroyed, deserted village of their youth rebuilt and repopulated under their rule.)

Nightmares garden isn't the only area of the castle blocked off to everyone else. Every single room with a window that has a view into it is also forbidden, together with their connecting corridors. Dream stays there during the day.

Dream is, and will stay, a child. He lacks a physical form he can use due to being petrified, and because of it, Nightmare is forced to be a voice for both of them. That is also the reason for the title of Rulers of Emotion being plural, even if there is no one, but these two, who knows why it's like that. Dream is still the one who decides on things regarding positivity as he stays by Nightmare during any meeting that could require his presence.

When Nightmare goes to sleep, his spirit leaves his body while it rests. This spirit is also 6 years old and lacks half his skull. Nightmare did grow up naturally, though, even if he still looks like a child as a spirit due to unfortunate circumstances (cough basically death). Nightmare and Dream walk around the castle and cause slight shenanigans during this. They're mostly Dreams fault.

Dust can see ghosts and spirits occasionally, but they have not figured out how it happens. He has seen Dream and Nightmare running around the castle during his first few weeks when Nightmare didn't know about that. Dust is aware that something there is haunted and he thinks it's the castle itself, since he's never seen the spirits outside. He stopped seeing Nightmare entirely (because Nightmare is avoiding him), but still catches glints of Dream every once in a while when Nightmare isn't with him.

Killer and Horror know about the children as well because Dust has told them about them. They also know that Nightmare knows something, but they have been unsuccessful in getting the answers.

Cross is also there, but he's been in the group for far shorter so he doesn't know about Dream yet.

...They call the kids Yellow and Purple because they have no other way of addressing them. Dust has tried to communicate multiple times but Dream runs away every time due to being noticed.

Dream wants to befriend the group and spend time with them, especially when Dust shows up and actually sees him. Nightmare doesn't trust them enough for that.

The group has something akin to familial bonds, but Nightmare strictly excludes himself from it. He tries to be cold and distant. They know its a mask though. ...not Cross though. Cross doesn't and fully believes it because of past experiences.

Ink and Error are just 2 toddlers fighting over who gets to play with the pretty glittery pony, except the pony is attention and it usually ends with casualties. That is literally all I have about them.

Swap never left home! He's happily in his AU and while yeees he does know who Ink is and what the AUs are because the squid crash landed in his timeline one time (...or multiple times...many, many times.) he is not involved in anything concerning the multiverse.

Nightmare just collects unfortunate souls that remind him a bit too much of himself, victims of circumstance that didn't get a different choice if they wanted to survive.

The castle itself has many floral and nature inspired patterns in the stone. It is also heavily covered by plants anywhere that aren't accessible to those who don't live there, with some exceptions where it would make the room useless. Many corridors have vine ceilings or plants on the wall, but the kitchen, for example, only has a few controlled herbs in specific spots on and in the walls. The flora also doesn't even try to reach into private areas such as their bedrooms unless specifically encouraged to do so. (ex. Nightmares room) The group mostly doesn't want the plants there, though.

The entire group was pretty surprised when they moved in, because this was not what they expected, especially Cross who was very used to the formal and perfect visual that the part of the castle accessible to guests showed.

[lesbianlenas]

adhd hitting hard rn. i feel like my head is one of those kids toys w the balls in them that rattle when you walk it around. hold on. ok this thing i feel like this is what my brain is

[spencerreiddddd]

No second chances

Content: Angst, NO HAPPY ENDING

Gist: You were engaged to Spencer Reid until he called it off when he met Maeve, 7 years later your on a serial killers hit list. When the past revisits you and the BAU is standing on your front door, they are shocked to see the life you have constructed for yourself.

It was another regular morning, the same routine you had accustomed yourself to three years ago.

Getting out of your shared bed with your husband who was already at work, you walked over to your son’s room. Your precious Owen was lying in his bed waiting for you to come get him like you did every morning for the past three years.

“My precious!” You exclaim picking Owen up and holding him in your arms as he giggled and hugged your neck.

You got yourself and Owen ready for the day, you had breakfast and now you were getting your tote bag and keys so you could head out the house to pick up some groceries you ordered when there was a loud knock on the front door, causing you to flinch. Turning your head to see Owen sitting on the sofa with his toy car you walk over to the door and open it.

You felt your body run cold, all the warmth your body held had disappeared in a matter of seconds. You had unconsciously stiffened at the sight in-front of you. There on your front porch stood JJ and Spencer. Spencer the man you had loved so dearly for years, the man who had caused you so much happiness yet destroyed your being in the end. Your ex fiancé.

He stared back… his features betraying him, his mouth slightly agape, his eyebrows raised and his eyes… they were sad. It felt like hours standing there, the noise around you muted as you both stood there facing each other 7 years later.

JJ’s voice broke through the heavy silence. “Y/N?” She says voice light and surprised. “JJ, Hi.” You can barely manage to breathe out. “Can we come in Y/N there’s something important we need to speak about.” JJ says softly as she steals a glance at Spencer’s frozen figure. Before you can answer you feel small hands wrap around your calves, looking down to see Owen pressed and wrapped against your legs as he peers up at JJ and Spencer.

If you weren’t looking at Owen you would have seen the way Spencer sucked in air and tensed at the sight of a toddler wrapped around you. “Yes, come in.” You finally say looking back up and opening the door up further so they could walk in. As you turn to walk back inside you pick up Owen placing him on your hip and lead JJ and Spencer to your living room. “So this is little Owen…” JJ says smiling widely at the little boy in your arms who was too afraid to be out of your embrace. You laugh softly, remembering that when Spencer broke up with you JJ was the only one who kept in touch with you almost everyday after and until now. “Owen?” Spencer said in a low confused tone.

You looked up at him seeing his pained eyes. “My son.” You said scanning his face for a reaction. Spencer’s face seemed to be drained of any color, he looked pale and sick. It made your stomach hurt.

JJ seemed to want to punch herself as the next question exited her mouth. “Is your husband home?” She said not daring to look at Spencer.

“No he’s at work, is everything alright?” You ask concerned. “No Y/N… your family is being targeted.” Spencer speaks up before JJ can. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me what!?” You exclaim.

“Y/N… your husband is a lawyer and in his last case he locked away a convicted serial killer right?” JJ asserts in a questioning way. You nod your head confirming. “Well this serial killer has an unknown apprentice who’s been hurting people in order to find your family’s location. We believe he is planning to murder your family tonight once your husband gets home based off his profile.” JJ says reaching for your hand to give you some sort of comfort.

You felt helpless, confused, and angry.

“W-What are you guys going to do then.” You say looking down and Owen and holding him closer to yourself. “We are going to take you to the base and keep you there until we have found him, we will have decoys here in the house to act and look like your family so the killer can come in thinking it is you and your family at home.” JJ says confidently, believing their plan will work.

“Okay… okay, let me get some stuff.” You say getting up frantically and going into your bedroom to pack your necessities.

“You knew she had a whole family?!” Spencer asks JJ in a low tone, brows furrowed, confused and slightly angry. “Of course I did, we stayed in touch after you…” JJ trailed off looking at Spencer pityingly.

“You didn’t think of telling me?” Spencer says agitated. JJ furrows her brows in confusion “of course not, what business is it of yours Spence, you ended things. You have no right to know if her life is going good or not.” JJ says a little disappointed in Spencer’s self absorption.

You walk back into the room before Spencer can answer back. “I’m ready, but will James meet us at the base?” You ask concerned for your husband’s safety. “I’ve notified Rossi to pick him up, they should be at the base by the time we get there.” JJ assures you and leads you and Owen out into the black SUV.

Once the elevator doors open and you walk through the glass doors you see James talking to Morgan and tapping his foot on the ground like he does when he’s worried. “Daddy!” Owen exclaims loudly catching James attention and his face washes over with relief. “Baby.” James says bringing you into a hug and kisses your temple as he grabs Owen from your arms. Spencer feels like he had gotten stabbed in his gut at the scene before him, seeing you wrapped up in another man’s arms, seeing the product of your love for another man sitting in your husbands hands made him physically sick. He felt nauseous and angry, angry at himself…Angry because the realization that he could have… should’ve been in James position right now next to you and yet he isn’t, and it’s his own fault.

“Thank you for bringing them so quickly.” James says with a sigh of relief as he shakes JJ’s hand and reaches out for Spencer’s however Spencer rejects his hand shake causing James to awkwardly put his hand back and then put it on your waist. Making Spencer wish he had shaken James hand so it wouldn’t be sitting on your waist as it was right now.

Spencer can feel Morgan’s disapproving gaze on him.

“Anything for a friend.” Morgan says as he ruffles Owen’s hair and then Y/N’s which causes you to laugh, and is yet another stab in the gut to Spencer.

“Friend?” James asks looking between you and the FBI agents. You clear your throat and look at Morgan and JJ for help. “Oh uh we used to hang out at a bar and we all became very close after we met Y/N.” JJ says rushed and trying to find a cover up for the real reason they knew you.

Covering up that you dated Spencer since you both were 22 after you met at a chess table in a park, how’d you got engaged at 25 but Spencer ended your engagement after he began talking to Maeve. He casted you aside and worshiped the floor Maeve walked on until she herself upped up and left him to go back to her ex and left Spencer alone and unhappy, realizing he had lost you for nothing.

This was supposed to be a short story but I just kept yapping, so I’ll probably make a part 2. If this is crappy I’m so sorry this is my first post ever and my first writing ever. Hopefully it isn’t such a disappointment.

[sinning-23]

Hot Tatted Uncles (Uncle!SukunaAu X Teacher!Reader)

I’ve fallen victim to the unkuna/uncle sukuna au so HAVE THIS

PART 2 UP NOW!!! <------- Click the link here!

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“My uncle be fighting people.” Yuji hums, your gaze immediately shooting to the toddler.

“O-Oh really?” You gulp, knowing kids say the wildest things but after you’re first encounter with the pink-hair boy's uncle, you would put it past him.

“Yeah, he. He told me uh-um-.” The boy sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, to which you sigh and directed him to the sink as he continues his story

“Uh- he told me that he beat up this guy and he- uh he won and that the guy lost.”

You fight the urge to laugh, his sentence seeming so long and incomplete. Typical toddler.

“Well we don’t fight our friends right Yuji? You be good and keep your hands to yourself?” You encourage, ruffling the boy's hair as he smiles, one of the fronts missing.

“Yeah! We use nice hands.” Yuji repeats, leaving you with your thoughts as he grabs ahold of a car to play with.

Why would you tell a 2-year-old you beat someone up?! You sigh, scrolling through your contacts, making a note to speak with his father, even though the boy hadn't done anything, it's still concerning that he might feel as if that’s okay since his uncle does it.

It’s quiet for a moment, your other three students Nobara, Megumi, and Mahito playing together….and then it happens.

WHAM!

A still silence falls over the room and soon a roar of cries as Mahito holds the top of his head. In all honestly the child was a problem so whatever he did to get smacked over the head with a wooden block was probably warranted. But the bigger problem was that you biggest fear had come to fruition. Yuji, had hit and essentially started to fight with another child, as Mahito had hit him back. You’d definitely need to speak to his father now.

The rest of the children had gone home now, Yuji being your last child as you closed your classroom down. Your class usually ended around 6:00 and it was pushing 6:15 now. Just as you were about to make your courtesy call, the door opened with the jingle of keys and a throaty chuckle.

"Look at you, giving your teacher a hard time?" The tatted male asks, scooping up a giggling Yuji with a toothy grin. You, however, were far from pleased, giving a tight-lipped smile as he just barely glances your way.

"Hi, I'm Miss Y/n, Yuji's teacher." You announce, taking a tissue to wipe Yuji's nose one last time before he left.

"Uh huh," He responds, grimacing as you wipe the snot away.

"So, Yuji had a pretty good day today, but I did have to have a chat with him about..fighting and hitting other friends." You explain, feeling smaller under his sharp gaze. His face is tatted too, the thick dark lines running along his nose, cheeks, and jawline.

"You in here beatin people up?" He states sharply at the boy who only nods with a smile.

"Yeah! Like how you said you beat everyone up!" Yuji admits ith joy and his Uncle's face falls.

"Yes so, before Yuji hit the other child he told me that you...fight people and I told him that we use our nice hands. But right after that, he had-" "Hit another kid. The parents mad?" He asks, a bit troubled now, most likely mentally cursing himself for kinda causing this whole debacle. \

"W-well I can't really disclose that. The point is, please just chat with him and hopefully, he can learn that's not okay." You explain, feeling a bit more relieved since the convo went smoother than usual. And part of you was a little... flustered with how seriously he was looking at you. You couldn't help but look at his tatted and flexed arm as he moved Yuji to sit on his shoulders.

"Yeah, well, here have my number so if anything else happens and I'm picking up you can just let me know." He hums, pulling his phone skillfully from his sweatpants pocket and

Holy shit...

You think to yourself, seeing the print just faintly. You swallow, taking the divide and inputting yoi contact.

The pair leaves, Your heart trobbbing as you take a breath. Being any type of romantically involved with your students' parents was highly unprofessional...but the rules never said anything about hot tattooed uncles.

-in the car-

Sukuna buckled Yuji into his seat, passing the child a happy meal he'd picked up as payment for a job well done.

"Nice work. How bout next time you mention your Uncles got no girlfriend either." He laughs, backing out of the parking space with your number and a grin.

Authors Note; Ok yes i wrote this on a whim I swear I'm trying to finish the stuff I had listed on my update post lmao

Also might make a part 2 for this cause I freaking love this au

[fungal-rot]

Sweet, Domestic Life

this one's actually based off a lucid dream i had months ago and oh how i wish to be back there </3 so i decided to write a quick little one shot about it

pairing: Joel x Reader

summary: you and joel have a three year old daughter, and today is her birthday. the two of you are setting up for her party!

warnings: age gap between joel and reader, no specified age for reader, jackson!era, the daughter isn't named here bc i wanted it to feel a little more personal for the reader, but her nickname is Bug, you and Joel make out for a quick second, your child is a cock-block, reader is referred as mama.

w.c.: 1.2k

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Mermaid-Princesses.

That is the theme your three year old daughter had her little heart set on. And of course, Joel did everything in his power to make it happen because 'whatever daddy's girl wants, daddy's girl gets.' So now here you were, hunched over while holding a plastic tiara with pink, heart-shaped rhinestones in one hand, and trying to zip up the back of this corny little iridescent mermaid dress with the other- on a child that couldn't sit still for longer than a second.

"Bug, I need you to stop moving," You tell her as you followed her tiny steps, hand chasing the zipper as she toddled off. Joel sat on the couch, blowing up balloons and tying them off before bopping them elsewhere into the living room. He watched the two of you with a fond gleam in his eyes, chuckling under his breath as the girl argued incoherently, wanting to go play.

"W- hold on a sec, girlfriend." You huffed and placed your hands on your hips, peering down at her with a cocked brow, "I'm almost done."

"No, I play now." She spoke back immediately with a firm shake of her head and scampered off, tiny feet stomping against the hardwood floor. You sighed and threw your hands up before letting them drop back to your sides with a light smack.

Toddlers, man.

"She gets that from you," Joel commented, a smirk turning up one corner of his mouth as he tied off another balloon. "That 'tude. Just as sassy as her mama." He tossed the balloon into the air and smacked it in your direction.

With a quick titter, you reached out and tapped the bottom with the tiara, letting it hover for a second longer before hitting it to the ground with the rest. "Mm, you must be so happy." Your brows waggled teasingly with an imperceptible back-and-forth nod of your head.

Joel was silent for a beat, his heart leaping in his chest as he stared back at you. He thought about all he's lost, all he's gained, and where he's at right now. He never thought he'd have another kid after Sarah, let alone two. Life was currently really good for the older man. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, gaze softening as he gave you the gentlest smile, "The happiest." He responded sincerely.

Your shoulders droop a bit with a fluttering feeling growing in your stomach. Then making your way towards him, you sat down and ran your fingers through the graying hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you," With a murmur you lean in and press a delicate, chaste kiss to his cheek, only for him to return it by swiveling his head and cupping your jaw tenderly, kissing you slowly and passionately. Joel placed a big hand at the small of your back as he licked at your bottom lip before slipping it in for a deep, loving kiss; noses pressed against the others cheek as he wrapped another arm around you.

He pulled away, just enough to reply, "I love you," and crashed his mouth against yours once more.

Then your daughter came running back in, now holding a pair of pink plastic princess pumps, the face of Aurora- Sleeping Beauty- buttoned at the top in feathery down in her pudgy hands, "Mama, shoes."

Your lips part from Joel's with a wet 'smack' as you peer down at your kid, nodding vaguely with a smile, "Yeah, they are! You want mama to help?" You tentatively reach your hands out in an offering, but she quickly turned her body from you, hugging the toy shoes to her chest.

"No, I do'd it."

You giggled, finding her grammar mishap endearing. "Okay, you 'do'd' it, then."

She turned her back to the two of you and crouched down, carefully placing the items to the floor before standing upright again, teetering a bit and grasping Joel's knee for support. He held out his arms, spotting her as he arched his brows in light amusement.

"Y'got it?" He asked, head tilting while he watched his babygirl hike a leg up, struggling to find balance.

"No." She answered softly, lips thinning and brows furrowing with concentration. The shoes were certainly too big for her, you noticed, as she slipped one foot in and lifted the other to do the same.

"Y'want my help?"

"No."

Joel turned to you with a flat expression, eyes saying, 'I told you.'

Yeah, this was definitely your child.

Yet you shrug your shoulders dismissively, slipping the tiara into his hair, leaving it lopsided, "Here, hold that," you spoke and took the opportunity to finally get your daughter's dress zipped, careful to not snag her hair or undershirt into it.

"And she actually gets her stubbornness from you, by the way." You smoothed her sleeves out, working your way down to adjust the shimmery tail of her dress, tugging at the hem slightly while she got her other foot in the slipper, bending over to reach for a red balloon.

All he could do was hum in response, the corner of his mouth flitting up as he grabbed the inflated sack of rubber and handed it to her. She held it up over her head, the static electricity making her hair stand up.

When she finally got situated, Joel let his arms lower a bit as she turned, arms still over her head while her feet scuffled against the floor.

Your daughter's face beamed with delight as she looked between the two of you proudly.

"Lookit you!" Joel exclaimed, mirroring her expression. His palms then splayed under her armpits, and with a soft grunt he picked her up, placing her on his lap before smoothing her flyaways down. He plucked the tiara off his head and placed it on hers, adjusting it so it would sit right, "Daddy's li'l princess."

Her shoulders turned up, now holding the balloon in one pudgy hand while the other placed against her mouth with a scrunched nose and toothy smile as she giggled excitedly.

"More like daddy's li'l stinkbutt," Another voice entered. Ellie walked in, kicking a few balloons to the side with arms folded over her chest as she observed the little girl with a playful glint in her eyes. The comment didn't faze the toddler one bit; instead she lifted her feet, presenting them to Ellie.

"Bellie, shoes." Her voice squeaked, legs kicking and arms reaching out to be held. The oldest girl laughed quietly at the mispronunciation of her name and leaned down to pick her up from Joel's lap, hoisting her onto her hip with a soft bounce.

"I see that, Bug!" She began to walk off, continuing to hold the conversation. "You know what a princess needs? A knight," Her voice carried through the living room and down the hall.

"I'll protect you from dragons, and monsters, and weird men who want to court you-"

You chortled with a shake of your head, leaning into Joel's side, resting your head on his shoulder and run your hand between the spot on his shoulder blades. The two of you sat there, relishing in the family you've created. Even though life wasn't like it used to be, it was still a nice change of pace to what you've endured before.

Life was good.

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again, thank you, everyone who’s shown me support and love on my last fics. i’m very grateful for every reblog and comment, please keep doing that. it makes me motivated to keep writing.

[certainlynotasimp]

Okay, first of all, how are you? Hope you’re doing well! Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated- Second off, your Sunny fics? *chef’s kiss* so mainly, what if anybody made Sunny cry and Miguel had to find out about it? And Sunny’s trying not to make it seem like a big deal in order to keep Miguel from, you know, absolutely obliterating anyone.

Come on, Baby, Cry.

((Miguel O' Hara X Female! Reader))

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the compliment. All my readers? *Extra chef's kisses* I am very hydrated and I got so excited to write this for you and to add some angsty content lol. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you are disappointed or if you love it.

A/N: I also wanna address two things before I post this too. 1) thank you so much to the anon who asked me to include translations for the Spanish phrases as I was honestly not thinking about doing that. I will do better to include the translations at the end of the fics. 2) There are gonna be some triggering topics explored in this one-shot so if you don't want to hear about near injuries to children or child loss, then I understand if you don't want to read it. Feel free to enjoy my other fanfics and here's the post where you can stay notified on happier Sunny and Miggy fanfics.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is just their nickname, not their actual name.)), Female pronouns, PTSD, Mentions of Child Loss, Endangerment of a Child ((No children were actually hurt, just traumatized)), Trauma, Comforting, Fluff, Angry Miguel, and Google Translate Spanish.

The room fills with squeals and giggles as the chase between the chubby toddler and the jumping spider. Mayday swings her little self around the corridor as the young woman follows behind amused by how agile the little tyke was. 

‘Maybe she’ll make a good sidekick in the future.’ The smiling woman muses in her mind before a bloody image flashes in her mind. Shaking her head, she clears the idea out of her mind as Mayday reaches an open window. 

Her quick scream of horror as she accidentally swings herself out of the window causes the woman’s blood to run cold as she flings herself out of the window after her. “MAYDAY!”

The adrenaline coming from her heightened fear causes the whole thing to appear to be trapped in time as the spider woman falls with the screeching infant falling inches away. Tears clouded her vision as she shoots out her webbing to the pillars around them as the images of flames lick at her eyes. 

So many flames, and too many buildings at once. Screams and pleas from below as she tries to be there. They didn’t matter to her, not at that moment. The only one who mattered was him. Did he scream like that too or did he not even feel it?

Using her webbing, she quickly creates a hammock for Mayday to fall on a few feet from the ground, thankfully trapping the wailing infant so she can’t escape. Unfortunately, reality doesn’t set in time for the spider as she slams into the titanium flooring below, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Many spidermen gathered as they heard the commotion, but she could only focus her blurry vision above her as she tries to regain her sight. A familiar blur of bright pink swings up and grabs the ball of ginger hair in a muddled mess of cries. He quickly drops down to where the disoriented woman was splayed out below with the whimpering infant in his arms.

“Hey, Sunny, you alright?” Peter calls his friend. The damage didn’t look bad from the outside, but he was sure she had some nasty concussion with how she was looking at him.

Hobie crouches down beside the crumbled girl and carefully lifts her head up with one hand. “Oi, Sunshine, you there?” He mutters as he looks into her eyes. He holds up his hand and makes three fingers pop up. “How many fingers do you see, love?”

With a cough, the woman croaks out, “Three?” Her eyes begin to focus as her enhanced healing works out the stars in her vision. With the help of Hobie and Peter, she stands up with a whimper at the feeling of her shattered ribs forming back together. “Damn, I forgot that falling several feet actually hurt.” She attempts to joke despite her wheezing breath. The crowd around them laughs as Peter sighs in relief.

“Thank god, you’re alright.” Peter mourns as a glint of regret shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry for all this, Sunny. I shouldn’t have let her bring the web shooter here. She almost swings herself out of the window all the time and MJ told me that one day I won’t be there to help the next time it happens.” Mayday’s cries end as she sees her favorite play partner up and well as she shows off her gummy smile.

“Well, luckily I was here to save the day.” The disoriented spider muses as she returns the infant’s smile as the men chuckle. The crowd dissipates leaving the injured spider with her two friends.

“I’m still really sorry, P. I got distracted and didn’t see that the window was open.” She winces as she blames herself for being so neglectful.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This little rascal will probably send me to an early grave with all the mischief she causes.” Peter jokes as he tickles his now roaming daughter, chuckling at her excited squeals.

“Good thing you don’t have a kid, Sunny.” Hobie chuckles. “You would lose them in a heartbeat.”

The bright atmosphere shatters as the woman abruptly pulls away from her friends. The men look at her confused until they saw the look in her eyes. The normal warm and inviting gaze that they all thrived under was gone, only a dark void was staring back at them. Their light now shining in hurt and sadness as memories cloud her mind. Her lip trembles in a tight line as tears begin to roll down her face. 

Hobie looks confused at the sudden shift, but Peter realizes something as he looked at his trembling friend. Her eyes burned with tears as they locked with his. She had a haunted look about her. It's a look only parents can ever understand and fear. The look Peter himself almost experienced. “Hey,(y-” Before Peter can comfort her, she activates her mask and turns invisible before running off, her muffled sobs leaving them speechless.

Hobie groans as he realizes two things. One, he just made the sweetest person in the world cry. And Two,...

Miguel is gonna kill him.

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The warm glow of the portal illuminates the surveillance room as the blue spider steps out covered in a musty yellow goo. Lyla smirks as she observes the little chucks slipping onto the ground as Miguel attempts to dust off the slime from his large shoulders.

“Was your mission successful, boss?” The assistant snarks as she sends out a little robot to follow the annoyed Spiderman. The little bug-like contraption eagerly swallows up the disgusting mess Miguel left as he walks up to the platform. “The anomaly was captured and disposed of. Next time, warn me if William Baker is made of anything except sand.” He grumbles as the sound of the little robot annoyed him even more. 

“I’ll make a note of that.” The AI giggles as she downloads the mission info from Miguel’s gizmo. “Also ‘Miss Sunshine’ is here and she doesn’t seem too happy.” She says before fading out.

Miguel’s eyes widen upon hearing that his sunny partner was upset. She was never upset. Never. With concern eating away at him, Miguel shoots out a web and swings himself to the platform above. He lands softly as he sees the scene in front of him.

His sunshine sat in his usual seat in front of the monitor. Her costume was dirty with a chest compression brace wrapped around her ribs as her choked sobs wheeze out of her. Her mask was off as her head rested against the ice pack in her hand, her back leaned forward as her attention was focused on the image before her.

He already knew what was on the screen.

He knew that file name by heart just like how he knows Gabriella’s.

File SW-0001425

World 16457-0

Spider-Woman- (Y/N) (L/N)

Age of infection- 23

Occupation- Intern Medical Research Assistant in the Genetics Department of { REDACTED } working under Dr. {REDACTED}

Sacrifice: Ben (L/N), age 4, Son of (Y/N) (L/N), 1 year into being Spiderwoman

Cause of death: Blunt Force trauma and Smoke inhalation caused by a multi-location attack caused by { REDACTED}

Status of Universe: DESTROYED

On the screen, the laughing face of a younger Sunny shines as a chubby cheek of a baby boy with dark curls smooshes into hers. The faint sound of a child mimicking the smooch of a kiss can be heard as the overexaggerated gasp of the woman causes the toddler to squeal. “That was such a sweet kiss, Benny. Can mommy have another one?” The sweet voice soured the air as the sobbing woman mournfully watches her baby boy.

The baby she failed.

Miguel approaches behind her and slowly takes the mouse from her weak grasp. The broken woman sighs as she realizes her miggy is here with her now, but doesn’t turn to look at him as he pauses the video. Her baby’s matching eyes stare right back at her before Miguel turns the chair around to face him as his mask disintegrates. His eyes glow red under the light of the monitors as he searched her sore eyes. Her face was red with a noticeable bruise along the left side of her face. Tears and snot crusted over her soft features as her lips remained turned into a trembling whisper. Her pupil shone in self-loathing and searching for his comfort. He could tell that this episode isn’t just one of her low days, something happened.

Something happened and he wasn’t here to stop it.

Miguel closes his eyes as his hand caresses her cheek. The warmth of her flushing face nuzzling into his palm allowed him to ground his rage as he focuses his gaze back onto his beloved.

“Mi luz, ¿qué pasó?” He seethes as he looks deep into her eyes. 

She shakes her head as she tries to avoid looking into his concerned ruby gaze. The glass bridge was already cracked as she internally debated with sobbing everything that happened into his warm embrace or to protect her friend from the wrath she knows Miguel will unleash if he knows what was said. The warmth of his other palm cupping her cheek, guiding her to a wandering eye to look at his frowning face nearly broke her.

“It was nothing, Miggy…”She whispered as her voice trembled again. She tried to control her eyes from unknowingly confessing while she tries to bite the wobbling pout. “It was an accident…”

“What.” Miguel runs his thumb under her abused mouth as a piece of her disheveled hair was swept back. “Happened?” His demand is punctuated as he holds her in his stare. His eyes burned with barely contained fury and protectiveness as he studied her reactions. “Odio verte como la suya, mi amor.” He admits with a sigh.

Leaning forward, Miguel places a firm kiss on her forehead as his beloved’s breath shudders at his touch. The gentle heat under his touch left her trembling as the glass began to crack. “Let me ease your pain…” He whispers as he trails his kisses down to her eyelids. “These eyes are meant to be filled with happiness, not sorrow…” The cracks deepen as he gently kisses her nose. “I can’t undo what has happened…” The corners of her lips were caressed by his as his nose brushed against her cheeks causing her eyes to meet his mirrors. Her sorrow and helplessness are reflected in his ruby eyes as he kneels on the ground between her legs. A silent plea breaks the resolve she built as he mutters into her ear.

“Please, mi sol, at least let me feel your pain too…It's me and you against the universe remember…Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo.” He begs as the tension shatters. 

With her arms snaking around his shoulders, the little spider confesses all that happened hours prior into his ear. Each detail, each scar, burned into his mind as she clung to his neck and hair. His inferno of rage almost imploded until he looked back into her eyes again. The relief of letting go of all of her troubles made her face look years younger as she looked at him with her big vulnerable eyes. 

Hobie will have to wait. His love needed him now.

In a silent nod, Miguel wrapped her weak legs around his waist before he stood up. Feeling her snuggling into his throat, he carries her toward her room down the hallway while the annoying robot follows them to clean up the mess. As he enters the room, he releases some of his anger by smashing the bug with his foot. 

“What was that, Miggy?” She croaks as she weakly tries to look over his shoulder.

“Just a bug,” He sighs as he approaches her dresser and grabs his spare set of clothes from his drawer. “You want your clothes or mine?”

“Yours…” She shyly admits as he feels the heat returning to the cheek on his neck. 

“Muy bien, niña bonita. Lo que quieras.” He whispers as he grabs another set of clothes that he knows will swallow her. With that, he carries them into her personal bathroom and spent the night slowly bringing back his sunshine.

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A deep scream rings out through the Lobby as they see a flash of blue fury tackles the residential metal head into the ground. Peter hurries to save his colleague along with a few other Spidermen as Mayday laughs at the anarchist getting thrashed by the clawed man spewing Hispanic curses at him.

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Translations:

Mi luz, ¿qué pasó? - My light, what happened?

mi sol - my sun

Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo. -Please don't leave me alone...I don't want to lose you again

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taglist:

@ameliadraws 

@tojisrightnut

@whyareyoubored

@silly-lovestruck-em

@luvil1y

@chims-kookies

@himesuedi

@22carolina08

@chaoticevilbakugo

@boredwithlifeatthispoint

@hoshhoshh

@isaidoop

@pheroineux

@rosiepetalss

@aniya7

[reallyromealone]

May I request an omega verse where kiribaku adopts omega son pls? thank you!

Adoption

Kirishima x Bakugo w/ child male reader

I gotchu, this took longer than expected ngl

Fluff, baby/toddler reader, male reader, alpha Bakugo, alpha kirishima, Omega reader

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Alpha/Alpha couples were more and more common these days, especially in the hero world "a kid?" Kirishima was curious as Bakugo shrugged "a brat would be nice, we have the space and our agency is thriving.." Bakugo said not making eye contact with his mate who looked at him with so much love "it's like you read my mind~" the Alpha said hugging the other who scoffed "whatever shitty hair"

Days turned to weeks and before they knew it they were at an orphanage where a bunch of kids were running around "welcome! The Kirishima-Bakugo family yes?" The orphanage headmaster asked curiously and the two nodded "yeah that's us!" Kirishima said happily and Bakugo grunted "wonderful, sign the sign in forms and if I could please see ID as confirmation?" The two handed over their IDs and the headmaster scanned them "excellent! Why don't I give you two a tour yes? And then you can meet the children?"

The building was nice, up to date and the children were healthy "so what age range are you looking for? Secondary gender?"

"We were hoping to just click with one and go from there" Bakugo let his mate do the talking as kids looked at them curiously "I see, well let's go to the play area and you can interact with the children"

Walking into the play area, kids were all over the place but one caught Bakugos attention, a small pup grabbed his pant leg "oh hello (name)" the headmaster smiled "he's one of the younger ones, only one and a half" they said and fixed the boys pants "he's a happy little Omega but isn't the most talkative but the other kids don't seem to mind" they explain as (name) raised his little arms to be held by Bakugo who lifted him "what ya want squirt?" He asked the babe who grabbed his nose with a smile.

Kirishima noticed the look in his mates eyes, the connection he instantly developed with the tiny pup who didn't even know he had the number three hero around his tiny little finger.

The three spent the day hanging with the little pup who showed him all the toys he liked to play with, having a red riot toy and a Mickey mouse toy seemingly running or robbing a bakery "very cool bud" kirishima said and (name) beamed at this.

The two made visits at any chance they could as the process started for the adoption, expedited thanks to their hero status and rank, the two already setting up a bedroom for the tyke.

"Yeah it's for you" Bakugo said as he handed the tot a scented Dynamite plush, to help get the little one familiar with their scents as parents which thankfully (name) was incredibly receptive to as he clung to both of them regularly.

"Thanks squirt" Bakugo said as they sat with the little one who handed the blond a toy slice of cake, the three gathered at a toy kitchen and (name) didn't seem to know exactly what he was doing but was having fun none the less "his belongings have been packed, he's ready when you guys are" the two heroes looked elated as kirishima lifted his /son/ high up, the tiny Omega squealing in delight at the action.

It was never easy saying goodbye, the headmaster knew this but they put a strong face as they bud their goodbyes to the tiny pup who mimicked the wave as his little head rested on bakugos shoulder.

They were always worried about (name) getting adopted, male omegas weren't the highest for adoptability not to mention the boy hasn't even developed a quirk yet, sadly many parents didn't want a quirkless child...

(Name) held onto the plush of his dad as he was set down in the apartment, the little Omega inspecting things and waddling around and making little sounds as he sniffed his little nose, clearly happy to be around the two alphas scents-- recognizing that they are his dad's. "Wanna see your room?" Kirishima gently took (name)s tiny hand and led him to his new room, (name) made noises as he looked around and turned to his dads who looked at him fondly "yeah it's yours shorty" Bakugo said, a sense of calm washing over him as they watched the babe look around...before dragging a throw blanket to a corner and ditching it.

The two alphas were confused as little (name) took random soft things and put them in the corner and just stared at it before looking at his dad's happily as if he just did something incredible "is that...?" "A nest? I think so" the two were incredibly proud of their pup and snapped a few pictures of this, kirishima on the verge of tears at how precious it was.

(Name) felt like that last piece of the puzzle as followed his dad's around happily.

They just worried how he would handle all his aunt's and uncles.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Protector AU idea

Charlie and Vaggie taking a nap after all the running around together. Lucifer comes to check in on them and they are cuddling while asleep and Vaggie has her wings covering Charlie and Charlie has her tail wrapped around Vaggie. Lucifer has to stop from squealing them awake. It’s the first picture for an album of the two

Hi, silencetheloudsound!

Well.... now comes part 2....

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Protector 2: First Night

Lucifer: *carrying two very tired little girls on his hips as he makes his way to Charlie's room and the connected room adjacent to it* I didn't ask to be a single dad. Much less a single dad of two. The next time I see that fat f- udger, I'm gonna throttle him.

Charlie: *nuzzles into Lucifer's shoulder* Daddy... too noisy.... seepy time now....

Vaggie: *passed out over Lucifer's shoulder after being chased by a toddler demon princess with unadulterated crackhead energy for three hours* zzz..... zzz... zzz....

Lucifer: *shoulders open the guest bedroom and sets Vaggie down on the bed, tucking her in with one hand* There. Your brand new bedroom, and it's right next door to Charlie's.

Charlie: *blinks blearily* Daddy, won't she be scared when she wakes up? This is a new place.

Lucifer: I'm sure she'll be fine, sweetie. Now, let's get you to bed.

Later

Vaggie: *wakes up groggily and freezes as she takes in her surroundings. Tears prick at her eyes and a scared whimper escapes her lips*

Charlie: *still awake and reading a fairytale book* Hm? Razzle, Dazzle, did you hear that?

Razzle: Baa! *points to the door leading to Vaggie's room*

Dazzle: Baap! *scrapes the door with his hoof*

Charlie: *worried eyes as she stumbles out of bed and toddles over to the door, opening it a crack and seeing Vaggie hugging her knees in her bed* Vaggie?

Vaggie: *jumps and turns to Charlie., wiping her eyes* P-Princess! W-What are you d-doing here? Is there danger?

Charlie: *climbes up into Vaggie's bed* I heard you crying. What's wrong?

Vaggie: *blushes at being caught* The room.... scared me....

Charlie: What? How did the room scare you?

Vaggie: *pokes her fingers together* I'm not used to having a room to myself.... it's so empty.... lonely...

Charlie: Lonely...... *grabs Vaggie's hands* You can come sleep with me!

Vaggie: W-WHAT?!?!?!

Charlie: Yeah! You won't be lonely anymore! Razzle, Dazzle, and I will be with you! *pulls Vaggie off the bed and drags her to her room* Come on!

Vaggie: What!? Princess, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm just your guardian. I shouldn't be- yipe! *gets literally tossed up into the bed*

Charlie: *scrambles onto the bed and covers them both in her fluffy comforter, dragging Vaggie down so they're cuddling face to face as Razzle snuggles into her and Dazzle snuggles into Vaggie* Better?~

Vaggie: *blushing harder* .........Y-Yeah........

Charlie: Good! *yawns* Goodnight, Vaggie.

Vaggie: ........Goodnight, Princess.....

Next Morning

Lucifer: *opens the door quietly* Charlie, it's time to wake up- OH!!!

Charlie and Vaggie are still cuddled together on the bed. Charlie's tail is wrapped delicately around Vaggie's waist while Vaggie's wing is covering them like a blanket.

Lucifer: *teary puppy eyes as he snaps a million pictures*

[slxshrfvcker]

Jealousy, Jealousy

A complete rewrite of a requested post on my main tumblr @whisqeringwqlker (i barely use that anymore)

(This is the request by @walking-anxious-disaster made like a year or two ago 😭)

⚠️‼️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️⚠️

Content warnings; Billy ‘cheating’, jealousy, fem!reader, confessions, angst, SMUT (oral w/ fem receiving, orgasm denial teasing, p in v sex) pregnancy worries(?)

Billy was getting pretty distant now days, and you were sure it was because of that Sidney girl from the third period that he recently met along side Stu and his girl…

See, you and Billy were the best of friends, tightest pair in the school, basically glued at the hip (well, besides him and Stu) and had been since you two were toddlers, maybe a bit older, as you two had met in preschool, and unknowingly formed a tight packed bond that would pretty much make sure you two were inseparable.

It seemed like every single night before Sidney he was at your house, watching those cheesy horror movies, or staying the night when he and his dad got into it over the smallest of things. Your mother always welcomed him at the house, happily letting him eat at the dinner table when he stayed and even stay in your room with the door shut, because she believed the two of you weren’t those kinds of friends and mature enough to not do anything stupid.

And now? He barely even called you, or visited your house. He wasn’t hanging out much with you anymore, only taking Stu with him to hang out with their other friends that just so happened to include Sidney Prescott. You felt alone, betrayed and upset about it, so you too started to pretty much completely avoid him, the others, and Stu. You would find yourself focusing your bitter, jealous gaze at Sidney, and would gave an excuse that you had to go to class or something to escape Billy's company if he tried to approach you. In all honesty Billy was sort of concerned about the fact you were constantly running away from him or busy with something if he did try to engage with you. It never clicked in his brain that you were just jealous, he thought he had done something wrong himself.

It was now Monday, and the sixth period had just ended, school was finally over and was letting their students out and you couldn’t be more glad about this, shoving your things into your school bag and rushing out of the classroom, you blew past Billy who was walking his way over to you after he saw you leave your classroom in such a hurry. Billy was simply coming up to invite you over to Stu’s place for a movie night, a small smile on his lips and his hand raised up as he was about to speak, but as soon as you noticed him you ducked your head down and sped-walked passed him, shoulder brushing his on the way out the school doors and you disappeared within the crowd of students. He stood there with shock on his face and his hand falling down to his side, absolutely confused to hell about why that had just occurred. He looked around in embarrassment before going to find Stu to walk to his car and go home with him.

Once you got home, your mother emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile as she dried off a dish, asking you how your day went, but with a fake smile and a hand raised to dismiss her, you gave her an excuse, saying you had homework to do and you wanted to work on it before it got too late. You went up to your bedroom and locked the door behind you as per usual since you enjoyed the privacy and your mother never thinks to knock. You sat cross-legged on your bed, grabbing your books from your bag and opening them up, taking a pencil and starting to scribbled down some lines under some pointers on what the teacher talked about that day before starting the actual assignment.

A thud at your window startled you, your head snapping up and looking at it in horror as it started sliding up, a cool breeze blowing into your room and rustling your papers. Albeit a little startled, you stood up off your bed, glancing around with a split second decision to grab anything to protect yourself before your eyes focused on an empty glass vase on the nightstand. Grabbing it quickly, you raised it up and snuck closer to the window, ready to bring it down upon the head of your intruder. The amount of relief that flooded you to see that it was only Billy caused you to exhale loudly, hand going to rest on your chest as you moved to your nightstand, placing the vase back down. “Billy, you shouldn’t be here.” You said coldly, a little too harsh than meant to be. Billy’s brows puzzled as he got in through the window, standing there while fiddling with some things on your dresser that sat by the window. “Well you were kind of avoiding me and I was worried, so I came over to check on you… are you alright?” He asked finally as his eyes met yours, taking a few strides closer to your bed as you moved to sit on it.

With a soft huff, you closed your books and stacked them on the side of your nightstand, taking a look at Billy who moved to sit carefully on your bed since he knew the frame was pretty old and the wood was starting to split. You rolled your eyes at the concern and waved your hand as a dismissal. “Sorry I’ve been so busy Billy, but it’s kind of more important than friends right now," You half assed explained.

Honestly he didn't buy any of those words you just said, but only nodded in somewhat of an understanding. "I'm a bit worried about you, Y/N/N. You’re avoiding me and acting all weird whenever I hang out with Stu and the others." He said, moving a bit to lean his upper back against the fragile wooden frame, wincing a bit as it creaked under his weight.

"I uh,” you didn’t know what to say to that, it was odd coming from him of all people. You frowned before avoiding all eye contact as you gathered the courage to admit to him why you’ve been this way to him and the others. “I’m just, I’m just jealous I guess? Because when you and Sidney started seeing each other I started noticing how much my heart would break each time you two would be so close and I realized that my feelings for you are more than platonic, so I just started avoiding you to save myself the heartbreak and embarrassment.” You seemed to murmur the whole thing, feeling odd emotions bubble in your chest.

"Woah woah woah, you think me and Sidney are dating?" He could almost laugh at that thought. When he noticed your expression his own softened and his hand moved to rest on your knee. “There's nothing going on between us, Y/N. And you could have just told me how you felt in the first place as soon as you figured them out, and this whole encounter wouldn’t have happened." Billy chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and your eyes sting with tears. "Besides, I feel that way for you too," Billy said all nonchalantly, smirking at the sight of your eyes widening and cheeks blistering with a soft rosy red. “What? Really?” You blinked in surprise at him, tears long forgotten and embarrassment faded.

Billy nodded, moving closer to you. “Yeah, of course… you haven’t noticed?” He laughed, thumb brushing the side of your knee as he gazed at you. A small smile filled your lips as you blushed a deeper shade of red, averting your gaze to meet with his. “I… I guess I haven’t,” you pointed out, swallowing as his gaze seemed to flick from your eyes to your lips, gears in his head turning as he contemplated on just kissing you then and there. “Now that we have that all out of the way,” Billy piped up after a few beads of silence. “Can we experiment a bit? Just the two of us?” He offered.

Confused by what he meant, you looked at him. “And that experiment is…?” You questioned meekly before he just smiled, shuffling closer to you and pressing his forefinger and thumb on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he breathed out a simple word. “This,” and with that his lips were upon yours, warm and soft like you imagined. The kiss was smooth and passionate, his lips slotting with yours perfectly as you two dipped into more heated territory. He pulled back at the first sign you both were losing air, and he grinned at you as you panted to catch your breath.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you gazed at each other, his thumb brushed your skin and that is what caused you to throw all reason out of the window. With your hands bunching the collar of his baby blue shirt you tugged him closer, pressing your lips to his again in a more heated, passionate, and dirty kiss. His body moved to press closer to yours as his lips moved in sync with yours, your thighs parting to allow him to slot himself between them, his upper body pushing you backwards towards the bed, his weight on top of yours now as his hips slowly ground down against yours, his clothed semi-hard on brushing against your clothes clit, causing you to let out a delicate breathless whimper. A soft groan left his lips at the sound as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.

“Billy,” you allowed yourself to moan, making him grunt, blood shooting to his cock as he enjoyed hearing you moan his name like that. “Yeah?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes as he kissed along your collarbones and even daring to pull the collar of your shirt down enough to kiss the top of your chest. “Please,” was all you could manage, needing more than just kissing and grinding. “Please what?” He dared, as he pulled back to lift your shirt off you. “Tell me princess,” he kissed and sucked marks along your chest and above your bra line.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined, thighs enclosing around his hips as you arched up against him, begging to be touched more. “Then what’s the fun?” Billy smirked against your skin as he pulled back to unhook your bra and toss it across the room, before taking off his own shirt. You swallowed, eyes raking up and down his chest as your hands went up to graze the light brown chest hair across his pecks and the dark pink scar that ran along his sternum. “What’s this from?” You dared, as he kissed along your jaw and neck, humming at your question. “Surgery,” he simply said as he moved his lips down your body, paying extra attention to the spot below your belly button before he got to the button on your denim jeans.

His hands expertly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, sliding your jeans and underwear off with one fluid motion. He tossed them in the same direction of your bra before his lips kissed and sucked lightly on your folds, before he parted them and licked a broad strip from your dripping hole to your clit, making sure to flick it at the end to feel you jolt against him. He smirked and his arms caged around your knees as he kept your thighs parted, tongue licking circles around your clit and pressing flatly against your seeping hole. Hearing your soft moans caused him to get impossibly harder, aching in his jeans. He ate your pussy like a starved man, tongue delving into your heat before be glided it along your clit again, before starting the same cycle again. Your breaths were picking up and you were mewling under his touch, pussy fluttering from his skilled mouth.

“S-stop teasing!” You whined as you wanted more than this. You felt him smirk before his arm left one of your knees, only to squeak out when you felt his fingertips grazing your hole, his tongue flicking against your clit as they did so. You moaned for him, bucking your hips up. He finally slipped one finger into your needy cunt, curling it once to find your spot, and once he did he added another finger, and then another once you were stretched enough. His skilled tongue and fingers worked you up to the point of teetering of the edge of bliss, but as of off cue he pulled his fingers from you and stopped licking all together. He smirked up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a cheeky look.

“Asshole,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fading. “Please stop teasing Bill,” you let the whimper escape your throat. He chuckled and tutted before letting go of you and undoing his jeans, pulling them off and tossing them across the room with his boxers too. He crawled up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning out, you felt him reach down and glide his hard on through your wet folds, gathering enough lubricant on his dick before he positioned it at your fluttering hole, gently pushing in enough to get the tip in. He let out a breathless groan as he continued pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, letting you adjust to his massive size. He listened to your little mewls and whimpers as he filled you to the brim, bottoming out completely. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly pulled back from you and the slammed his hips into you again, making your body jolt upwards with the force.

You cried out, hands grasping at his back and shoulder blades, nails raking down his skin as he started to set a somewhat slow but hard pace, his lips kissing yours with fever as he started to pick up speed eventually. Your breaths mingled as his eyes stared deep into yours, brown meet E/C orbs as he thrusted sharply into your cunt. “Billy,” you moaned, pussy fluttering as you needed some more stimulation to get you to your much needed orgasm. He took the sign and reached his hand down between your bodies, finding your clit and brushing his thumb in tight circles against it, which caused your eyes to roll and mouth fall open, tongue lolling out the side. You moaned, getting louder with each passing second until he had to kiss you to silence you, his thumb brushing faster with his movements as he grew closer to his own high.

Within seconds your pussy contracted on his dick and you tumbled into the blissful orgasm you had needed since the start, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep them parted, pussy fluttering and contracting on his cock as he struggled to hold his own orgasm back, thumb and dick working your through yours before he allowed himself to cum, his hips stuttering and stilling, dick buried into yours still-fluttering cunt as he spilled his seed into you, his breathing labored with yours as you both started coming down from your respective highs. He stayed in you for a moment, head pressed to your chest as he tried catching his breath along side you. His eyes were closed and he settled in the bliss of post-orgasm with you until it was rudely interrupted by your mother calling your name from outside your door, jiggling the door handle. “Y/N? Dinner is ready! Cmon!” She called as she went back downstairs. You both looked at eachother and let out soft laughs as he parted from you, pulling his softened cock out of you as he sat back and watched his cum flow out of you, his fingers going over pushing it back in.

You smiled sleepily at him, before realizing the two of you forgot protection. “Oh fuck, Billy we forgot—“ he silenced you with a quick kiss. “Shhh shhh, it’s fine, I doubt it’s gonna make a difference or do anything, and if it does we will handle it, okay?” He said as he got up off the bed and started to dress himself. You frowned before nodding, getting out of bed and getting dressed as well. It wasn’t until you got by your door you noticed the bed tilting to the side, the leg had snapped in the process of your guys’ fucking. You giggled as he noticed it too. “Oh shit,” he laughed with you before you sighed in remembrance of dinner downstairs.

“Do you wanna stay? you can leave through the window and go to the front door to make it seem we didn’t just fuck.” You giggled a bit, and he hummed. “I would love to, Y/N/N, but like you I also have homework to do so I should be getting home… I’ll make it up to you I promise. Okay? I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” He moved to embrace you, and you sighed, smiling and leaning into his touch. “Okay, I’m holding you to that…” you said as he pulled away. “Okay. I love you,” he murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and smiled, waving as he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Sighing you went downstairs, then a thought occurred. How would you explain the bed to your mom?

[luveline]

what abt a kbd thing where like all the girls either can’t sleep and one by one they all end up all cuddled in w mom & steve

tysm! ♡ kisses before dinner au. mom!reader, 1.3k

"You haven't aged." 

Steve's smile is smarmy across the pillow from you. "That's because you see me everyday." 

"I'm serious. Apart from like, two little wrinkles in your forehead, you look exactly the same as you did when we first started dating." 

"I know it feels like a long time, but that was only eight years ago." 

"Almost nine," you whisper. 

Steve kisses you gently. "Almost nine," he repeats against your lips. "Are you sick of me yet?" 

"No," you answer truthfully. "Not even close." 

Steve's hand takes your cheek, his thumb quick to rub the path you like over the skin just below your eye. It makes you feel so pretty to be looked at, to be held by him, and so special to be treated like you're made of glass. 

Baby sleeps in the crib in the corner of your room. She's no longer brand new and, as you knew she would, she's gotten used to all the bumps and bangs of a busy house. She sleeps almost always through the night now, eight pm to five or six in the morning. The hardest part of having a young baby is over, and you and Steve are learning to be normal humans again. 

You put the girls to bed at seven, and at eight thirty, you can hear them still awake. All of them. None of your girls are subtle, but you try not to punish them, because they've all done well with the new baby's constant crying. 

"Who do you think will come and see us first?" Steve asks you, stroking your cheek.

You attempt to answer him through his dotting of kisses, half moons pressed lovingly to your nose, your eyebrow, your temple. Thoroughly loved up, you curl your arms around him to hide. 

"Don't know," you murmur, sighing a breath of contentment as Steve hugs you close. "Probably Beth." 

"Definitely Beth. I love when you hug me like this, you're like…" He pulls you ever closer, hands massaging up your back. "You're very huggable." 

"Not very nice to say, I just had your fourth baby, you know? You could give me a minute." 

Steve laughs warmly against your forehead, kiss-kiss-kissing the same spot he always does, your little pale scar from a rogue screwdriver. You'd been constructing Avery's toddler bed, and you swore you could do it alone while he got some sleep, but you almost blinded yourself and Avery slept in bed with you for a couple more weeks. The scar is permanent but nearly invisible. Anyone else would forget you had it. 

"I'm not telling you you're beautiful again today. Everyone was jealous and my dinner went cold." 

"No one else is here," you say. 

"Not true. The baby's here, she might hear me subliminally. That would be worse." 

A little knock rings against the door. You and Steve laugh against the other before peeling apart. Steve sits up in bed and you rest your face against his hip, pleased when he covers your arm with a big hand. 

"Come in, please," he says. 

Bethie slips in through a small gap in the doorway, closing it behind herself. Her hair is out of her face for the night, her pyjamas a bright sky blue with white polka dots. She's hip height now, surprisingly tall —you hadn't been expecting her to shoot up like Avery, nor for her chubby cheeks to disappear, but that's the horror and joy of having them grow up. 

"Hi, honey. What's the matter?" Steve asks. 

"Can I come and lie down too? I can't sleep."

There's no real reason to say no. You don't have to confer. You slide your legs away from Steve as he pulls back the blanket, beckoning her forward to fill the gap. 

She must think getting to hangout with you guys after bedtime is naughty and exciting, giggling as she runs across the room and climbs up onto your bed. You make a big, "Oof," as she drops into your chest but you're happy to have her, kissing you're not so mini me on the cheek. 

"You smell nice," you say, sniffing her hair. "Mmm, yummy coconut." 

"You smell nice too, mom. Like the green dish soap." 

"'Cos dad made me do all the dishes." 

Steve pinches the top of your ear and gives it a short tug. "It's good for you. Character building." 

"You're lucky my Beth is here," you grumble, your fingertips tracing up and down her back.

"Hello?"  

Your heads turn to the door where Dove pushes it open. She doesn't ask like Beth once she sees you all, just sprints to the side where Steve sits and pats his legs. He grabs her to plaster her in kisses. She plasters him right back. 

Your mommy's girl is on the turn. You can't blame her. 

"You have to get Avery," you say, patting Steve's thigh. 

She had a wobble a few months ago worrying she wasn't anyone's favourite kid. You've never seen Steve cry like, ashamed of himself for failing as a father. You haven't failed anything, you'd said, rubbing his arm, we just have to do better. 

Steve takes Dove with him on his chest. You can't understand how he carries them around all day, he must have built up some dad muscle. 

He's your everything. Well, second to the kids. It's a different kind of love but unfailing, always. You watch him leave and can't wait for him to come back, like a string pulled taut; you're relaxed when he's near. 

"Let's move over," you say, shuffling to your cold side of the bed. You'd been encroaching on Steve's space during snuggles. 

Beth puts her arm over your soft tummy and her face on your shoulder. "Can I sleep here?" she asks. 

Sharing the bed with your kids is a wriggling, boiling mess, but you have a queen size for a reason. "Yeah, gorgeous. You can sleep right here." 

Avery is wide awake when she appears, her Teddy bear in hand, her pyjamas an old t-shirt and the new plaid pants you had to buy when you realised she'd outgrown virtually every pair of pyjamas she owned. "I'm happy you missed me, I can't sleep," she says, climbing into bed to squish down next to Beth. "You have glitter on your cheek." 

"Where?" Beth asks. 

Avery scratches the glitter away carefully, tongue poking out of her lips in concentration. She may as well be Steve's twin when she makes that expression. 

Steve has hiked Dove higher now, her arms over one shoulder, his hand patting a mindless rhythm into the pink fabric of her nightie. He checks on the baby quickly before plopping Dove down on Avery's right. "Ready, girls?" he asks. 

You all nod. Steve takes the end of the comforter into his hands and shakes it out high, letting the top drift down onto you. Then he comes to your side and tucks it against your waist and legs. He kisses you, Bethie's cheek, and Avery's nose. 

Dove is furious by the time he makes it back. "Don't show off, babe, you get the best one." He scoops her up, flops down, and has her laying on his chest. You see him take Avery's hand under the blankets. "So, girls. What's first? Truth or dare or gossip? 'Cos Denise the checkout girl told me something really interesting about Debrah this morning and I've been trying to get you all in the same place." 

You smile into Beth's hair. Dove decides for you, "Who's Debrah?" 

"I'm glad you asked!" 

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I love ur works so i just HADDDD to request!!!! Ik its impossible for sinners to even have children buuttt,,,, Vox w his bio toddler daughter hcs??👀��� Hope its not weird or anything, i js find it soo cutee. Would love a sprinkle of angst too!!

A/N — Your honor, I love this ask. I've been imagining so many characters as girl dads lately, and Vox was certainly one of them. I feel like it's moreso implied angst at one point than actual angst — however, I hope you like these! I may come back in and add more if I think of more, but this is all I could think of with my tired brain lol.

Little Sunshine

Wildly protective, without a doubt.

If his daughter taped a paper tiara to his screen, he's wearing it all day (he sometimes forgets it's there — you know how many times he's worn a poorly colored paper tiara on live television? . . Often.)

He loves that she looks like her mother, but already thinks just like him.

Vox only dresses his little girl in the best, which is usually something Velvette made just for her.

He pretends to be upset when he finds her running around the penthouse with his stolen overcoat draped over her with the sleeves and coat tails dragging on the floor.

He really finds it adorable.

There's a hefty amount of people he doesn't trust to be in a room with his daughter. It's Hell, he doesn't really trust anyone.

Especially not with enemies who have tried to force his hand by using his only weakness — his precious little girl — as leverage.

All parties involved were promptly handled by a very angry, very protective father.

He insists on her being nearby all the time, needing to hear his daughter's giggles or see her sitting on the floor playing with a stuffed shark.

Speaking of sharks. He let her name his second shark, so now he has Vark and Spark (his name is really Sparkles, but he calls him Spark to everyone, unless she's around, then he's Sparkles.)

Generally cute and funny moments.

"Come on, sweetheart. . . Put the flour in the bowl." Then she flicked her wrist and sent half a cup of flour into his face.

She stood there for a few seconds and then turned to look at her dad, bursting into a fit of contagious giggles at the sight of him standing there, dumbfounded, with flour coating his front. "Oopsies."

He can't stay mad at her for anything, especially when she looks up at him with those big, pretty eyes and grabby hands.

She has his temper, so he sometimes finds himself standing toe to toe with this strong willed, opinionated toddler.

Anything she wants, she gets. It doesn't matter how big or small it is. Candy? He buys all her favorites. Toys? He gets all the new ones he knows she'd have interest in.

Just because he spoils her, doesn't mean she's undisciplined.

When she does something particularly bad, her punishment is spending a couple hours with Velvette (which isn't much of a punishment because mini Vox loves her auntie Vel).

He tries not to laugh when she argues with Valentino or makes some blunt comment that has the moth overlord on the edge of losing his shit.

The only think keeping Valentino from saying something he shouldn't, was the fact that Vox would end him if he even made so much as a single tear run down her cheek.

He reads her bedtime stories and stays with her until she falls asleep.

Sometimes he even dozes off next to her, her little head resting in the crook of his neck.

Stickers. Glitter. Gemstones. So. Much. Glitter. He purposely buys stuff without glitter, yet the penthouse always ends up with glitter covering some surfaces (he later finds out that she found Val's body glitter).

His daughter is the light of his afterlife. Something good in a realm of absolute shit.

[autisticlancemcclain]

One Saturday morning, as Keith and Lance descend the stairs on their way to the kitchen — as Keith practically carries a still half-asleep Lance, that is — Marcela whips towards them, points a scolding finger in their direction, and says, “I am tired of checking in on you two at night and seeing my son, sprawling over half the bed, while poor Keith clings to the edge. No more.”

Keith’s heart drops to his toes, pounding all the way down. His ears billow out and then fade slowly, like someone turned the volume down. He feels like a beyblade someone just spun and dropped onto the pavement, dizzy and sharp and sparking, trembling to a stop. For several horrifying moments he’s convinced that this may very well be it, and he’s shocked by his own surprise. He’s usually so prepared for the eventual end of someone’s affection, for the patience to run out, for the boot to kick him on the way out the door. It’s startling to realise how far he’s let his defences drop with the Esposita-McClains.

Dangerous.

But then Keith processes the entirety of her sentence, hears past “I’m tired of” and “Keith” in the same sentence. He sees her narrowed eyes and chiding finger and playful exasperation pointed at Lance’s guilty grin, not at Keith, and he realises she is exasperated by the fact that Lance takes up the whole bed every night Keith sleeps over, not that Keith sleeps over at all.

He unclenches his fist from the hem of Lance’s shirt. He’s not sure if Lance does it on purpose, but he leans farther into Keith, and the pressure helps ground him, helps him breathe again.

“I really don’t mind,” Keith mumbles. He keeps his eyes averted, unwilling to meet her knowing ones. “Lance isn’t that bad.”

Marcela snorts, ruffling his hair as she walks by to set the milk on the table. “Please, Keith. He’s a nightmare to sleep with and he knows it. He had to have those little toddler rails on the sides of his bed until he was seven years old because he kept falling off.”

Lance makes a noise of protest at the embarrassing anecdote. Keith smiles, patting his back slightly.

“He does drool.”

“And kick,” says Lance’s older sister Veronica, ducking into the kitchen to grab an apple. Rachel, his other sister, is right behind her, and she pipes up too.

“He also grinds his teeth!”

“And mutters freaky things. He said he was going to curse me once.”

“Oh, yeah, and there was the deal with the sleeping sitting up!”

“And there was —”

“Alright, girls,” Marcela interrupts, leaning over to hold down the hand Lance has clenched around a fork before he has a chance to launch breakfast at his sisters. She looks to have intervened in the nick of time, which makes Keith smile into his cereal. “Let’s not make your brother homicidal.”

Both girls leave the kitchen snickering. Lance’s face promises revenge. For their sake, Keith hopes they find a way to lock their room door, but somehow he doubts it. A part of him is intrigued about whatever scheme Lance will inevitably rope him into.

“I really am fine, though,” Keith repeats once calm has returned to the morning again. “I once had to sleep in a home that usually had more kids than beds, so Lance’s kicking is a significant improvement from a sleeping bag on the kitchen floor.”

He hadn’t meant for his comment to be upsetting. It wasn’t great, sure, but he’d had a roof over his head and food to eat, and he’d only been there for a couple days. The whole situation was funny in hindsight, hilarity inherent in the absurdity of his neon green sleeping bag next to the magnet-covered fridge, and that’s how he’d meant the comment. A joke.

But Marcela looks horrified, and Lance leans over to rest his head on Keith’s shoulder and wrap their hands together, and Keith realises he’s most definitely made a mistake.

“Kidding,” he tries anyway, but the damage is done. The determination in Marcela’s eyes becomes even more apparent, and she nods twice as if reassuring herself. Keith could kick himself.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” she says resolutely. “We’re going out.”

———

In twenty minutes they’re in the car. Lance almost has his voice back by then, too, which is great, because Keith feels like he’s going to lose his — he’s expecting a fancy air mattress, really. At most he’s expecting to be delegated to his own space in the pull out couch or something. And even that is more than he ever thought he’d get. It’s not that he doesn’t think he deserves it, or anything like that. He knows that some of his living situations have been less than ideal, in the past few years.

But he…he’s not part of this family. He’s not supposed to be, anyway. He’s someone Lance dragged home someday, someone Lance latched onto and then everyone else seemed to follow his example. Keith knows his current foster family gets a cheque for an amount he’s too afraid to find out every month. He knows the state government pays people to home and house and feed him because no one else will. That’s how it’s been since that’s what it had to be.

He cannot understand what logic has inspired Marcela and Lance and all the Esposita-McClains, really, to home and house and feed him. He doesn’t understand.

He’s not expecting a forty minute drive to Ikea. He doesn’t understand why so much is being extended for him. He’s not expecting the determination in Marcela’s face and the way she holds Keith in one hand and Lance in the other, tightly, as if both are her children, until Lance whines and pulls himself free to come hold Keith’s other hand, as if he’s the commodity.

Keith doesn’t understand.

This is not how things are supposed to go.

This is never how things end up going. Not ever in a million years or even less.

“We should get a bunk bed!” Lance says excitedly, pulling Keith out of his thoughts and in a random direction. Marcela squeezes Keith’s hand once and lets go to allow it, stepping to the side to grab on of the boxy blue shopping carts.

Lance brightens even further when she brings over the cart, hopping onto the end of it and gesturing for Keith to do the same. Keith looks at the cart, then at Lance, then at the wheels, then at the total lack of space beside him, and imagines Marcela hitting the tiniest bump as they cram onto the little ledge and then them going flying.

He wisely chooses to walk over and grab the handlebar next to Marcela. She extends her pinky to rest next to Keith, which makes several emotions that he refuses to identify rise up in his throat.

“Let’s maybe consider our other options,” Marcela suggests as she pushes the cart farther. “You remember when we stayed over at your primo’s house when we first moved? You hit the ceiling every single morning because you could never remember that it was there. I don’t think bunk beds are for you, mijo.”

“And the toddler rail thing,” Keith adds. He’d meant it seriously — Lance has genuinely fallen a few times and Keith has had to drag him back up — but Lance huff-laughs in the way that he does when Keith teases him and he’s annoyed that he finds it funny, and Marcela straight up laughs. Keith meets Lance’s eyes and smiles to soften the unintentional dig.

“Fine,” Lance laments, dramatically leaning backwards on the rail. “We’ll just get boring normal beds I guess. Ooooou, we should get some bookshelves! Then Keith has somewhere to put all his nerd things.”

Marcela turns the shopping cart so quickly it screeches and nearly flings Lance right off, speeding towards the shelving area. Keith hurries to keep up.

“Excellent idea, Lancito. Bribing him to stay for longer. You’re so smart.”

Lance preens. Keith looks rapidly between them both, trying to find the joke, but there isn’t one. They, genuinely and truly, want to redesign Lance’s entire room to entice Keith to stay. However much it will cost, and Keith knows it will be a lot, they are doing more than what is reasonable to ensure they (not just Lance! All of them! The household!) can spend more time with Keith.

It’s baffling.

Try as he might, Keith simply cannot find a motive. He watches, gobsmacked, as Lance and Marcela hem and haw their way through the biggest furniture outlet chain in the world, comparing sturdy wooden shelving and colourful bean bag chairs and dorky spaceship themed beds, redesigning a whole room from scratch.

He startles out of his thoughts at Marcela’s beckoning, walking over to the display table she and Lance are illegally sitting at (there is a giant FOR VISUAL DISPLAY ONLY sign on it that they have ignored), half hunched over her cell and a pad of paper. “Keith, rojo, come here. We need you to sketch out the basics of Lance’s room so we know what fits. Marco is measuring the walls and everything right now. Don’t worry about anything that’s already in there, I think we’re taking it all out to paint it anyway. You like blue, right?”

Keith swallows roughly. He does like blue. He’s never painted his own room before.

“Yeah,” he manages, finally squishing down next to Lance on his chair.

Following Marco’s directions, he sketches out the foundations of the bedroom, marking the big window and weirdly narrow door and closet that Lance never uses because he has it piled full of stuff he doesn’t use but can’t bring himself to give away. The sketch is then used as a sort of map as they wander around the outlet, holding it up to various pieces of furniture and assessing how they would fit. It takes Keith some time, but after several hours of Lance’s energy and Marcela’s excitement, Keith starts to get hyped.

“Gasp!“ Lance says out loud, because he is a dork. He reaches a flapping hand over to Keith’s without looking, slapping him on the shoulder several times before finally managing to grip onto his sleeve. “Keith! Keith! Look!”

Keith squints in the direction Lance is emoting at. “A couch,” he says slowly, trying to figure out what warrants the intense excitement.

Honestly, it might be the couch. Lance got super excited about bar stools, earlier, so anything really goes.

“No no, farther!”

Keith squints harder. “The countertops?”

“Farther!”

“The…vases?”

“No! Farther!” Finally Lance gets frustrated enough to step behind Keith, gently pressing his palms to Keith’s cheeks and guiding his head in the right direction. “Now squint really hard and get excited with me.”

Keith tries. He sees grey blobs and says nothing, allowing the silence to speak for him.

“The stuffies, Keith! They’re sharks and hippos! Mama, Keith needs glasses.”

“I know,” she says at the same time that Keith says “No, I don’t.”

They stare at each other for several moments.

“As soon as you’re on the insurance,” she says levelly.

“I will feed them to a creek,” Keith promises.

He has never been this stubborn to Marcela before. He didn’t even mean to. If he had known he was going to say it he would have kept his mouth shut, but the words kind of bubbled out of him. He waits for her eyes to harden, her shoulders to square, for the annoyance to become evident at his insolence.

But she only snorts, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. “I got Marco to wear them. I got Lisa to wear them. I got my mule of a husband to wear them. If you need them, you will not out-stubborn me, toro.”

Keith shrugs. If she’s that hellbent on getting to know him, she’ll learn, he supposes.

By the time the time they break their intense eye contact, they realize that Lance has already wandered off towards the stuffed animals, and hasten to follow him (he gets lost easy). Lance is already halfway into this big bucket, digging for something specific.

“This is for you,” he says when he finally unearths himself, handing a hippo to Keith. “Smaller than the others, like you, and the fluff is a little matted but it’s softer than the others. The shark is for me because it was stuck on the hippo like I’m stuck on you.” He playfully checks Keith’s hip, giggling at his own joke, but Keith’s eyes are totally glued onto the wonky little hippo plushie in his hands. He holds it loosely, afraid of crushing it, and stares intensely at the matted fluff on the one side, the tangled mess of the little poof at the tail. He tries three times to swallow and fails each time, lump in his throat taking up too much space.

“We’re too old for stuffies,” he finally manages. He gives himself away by how tightly he holds the soft things in his hands.

Lance snorts. “Yeah, well, you’re a massive dweeb, so I think we’re fine.”

“I think they’ll be wonderful additions to your room,” Marcela says with finality, and that is that.

———

By the time they make it out of the maze that is Ikea, pack up the car, and set out on the ride home, it’s well after eight thirty. And Keith isn’t a baby, and neither is Lance, and they have a later bed time than that, but…

They’ve been walking around all day. There has been a lot of expended energy.

They’re tired.

Keith remembers being finagled into playing double-o seven with Lance in the back seat. He remembers losing. He remembers poking Lance in the cheek as he yawned just to hear him squawk.

He remembers nothing but the feeling of Lance’s warmth pressed against his, after that, and the seatbelt digging into his neck, and the numbness of his legs. Then he remembers nothing until he felt the familiar bump of the Esposita-McClain driveway, until he cracked open his eyes to see that they were home and closed them quickly again, hoping he wouldn’t be made to get up, still mostly asleep.

“Should we bother setting up the new beds?” comes a whispered voice, deeper and male.

“No, no,” comes another, higher and softer. “They can sleep together for tonight. You take Lancito. I’ll take Keith.”

He is awake enough to feel soft fingers brushing through his hair, then jostling, then heavy breathing beside his ear and the swaying of being carried. He falls fully asleep again against Marcela’s shoulder, leaning his weight onto her fully, forgetting to keep awake for the walk to their room. He stirs slightly again as he’s set down onto something soft, as he feels the familiar tug of Lance’s finger’s against the fabric of his shirt, the sound of his slow breathing.

“Goodnight, estrellitos,” comes the same whispered voice from earlier, and it’s the last thing Keith remembers before he slips away into sleep.

———

other parts in this universe: 1 2 3

[megalony]

Bedroom Talk

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. Thank you for sending this in and being patient while I wrote it. I really enjoyed this idea and I hope you will all like it, any feedback would be great.

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Pregnancy Pains (Spin-off)

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) have a heart to heart when (Y/n) talks about having another baby. But Eddie can't go through that trauma again, not after last time.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) closed Chris's bedroom door behind her before she crossed the hall and moved towards Lilah's room. She pushed the door open until it creaked and opened enough for her to lean her head around.

The pale lilac butterfly lamp on the wall illuminated enough of the room for (Y/n) to look over at her daughter. Her lips curved into a smile and she watched, waiting a few seconds just to be sure that Lilah was fast asleep before she pulled the door closed. Leaving it open just a little so they could hear the toddler if she woke up.

She didn't even get to turn around before a pair of arms wound around her waist and a chin pressed down into the crook of her neck and shoulder making shivers run down her spine.

Her hands moved down to cup Eddie's wrists as his hands curved around her chest and his chest moulded up against her back like he was trying to merge them into one being. (Y/n) could feel his lips pressing into the side of her neck, gently at first, until he started to nip and bite down harsh enough to leave a mark behind.

"Is she asleep?" He murmured softly into her neck while (Y/n) leaned her cheek on top of his hair.

"They're both fast asleep."

(Y/n) had just made sure Chris was fast asleep and she was satisfied that Lilah wasn't about to wake up either. Chris had been to hydro swimming today at school so he was well and truly tired; (Y/n) knew he wouldn't wake up until it was time to get up for school in the morning.

"Good."

When (Y/n) turned around in his arms to face him, her lips curved up into a grin as she felt Eddie's hands slide down to cup the back of her thighs. She happily hooked her legs around his torso while he attached his lips to her jaw and dug his fingertips into the soft underside of her thighs.

She heard him reach back and kick the bedroom door shut behind him and he walked over to the bed so he could ease them both down.

Eddie knelt up on the mattress and lowered (Y/n) down before he knelt between her legs that stayed tightly wrapped around his hips. He could feel her heels digging into his lower back between his hips and the feeling made him grin against her jaw.

He moved one hand up to press against her back while his right hand moved down to scrunch up the hem of her shirt. He pulled back enough to look down with a smirk when he realised it was his shirt she was wearing. When they were home, Eddie rarely seemed to find (Y/n) in her own clothes. She had a thing for stealing all of his shirts and his lounge shorts and when she was pregnant he'd found her wearing his shoes when her ankles had swollen.

"You don't need this,"

(Y/n) moved her hand round to cup Eddie's jaw and she brought his lips down to hers, tasting the coffee on his lips and tongue. She barely managed to open her eyes and a groan tumbled past her lips when Eddie pulled back so he could move her shirt. He fisted the hem in his hand and yanked it up so (Y/n) had to lift her arms so he could take it off and throw it somewhere on the floor.

(Y/n) didn't have to do the same to Eddie, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He'd only just climbed out the shower so all he was wearing right now were his boxers. That made (Y/n)'s job a lot easier. And now he'd taken her shirt off, all he had left was to remove her shorts and underwear.

When she leaned back against the pillows, Eddie leaned forward until his chest and torso were laid on top of hers and he was laid out between her legs. He tried to keep his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush her beneath him but still kept her caged between him and the bed.

His head tucked up into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and he attached his lips to the side of her neck, nipping at the skin until her nails scratched along his arm.

A gasp tumbled past her lips and her fingers dug into the back of Eddie's neck when he bit down on her neck sharp enough to draw blood like a vampire. She tugged at the short strands of hair at the back of his neck in retaliation which made him groan into her skin. While he swiped his tongue over the dark bruise he'd just punctured into her neck.

Her stomach tensed and her chest ignited when Eddie bucked his hips up and let them flop down onto her pelvis. The feeling was crushing but somehow safe and secure at the same time, with his groan smashed into hers. (Y/n) tensed her thighs and squeezed her legs around Eddie's hips. Her legs were aching and her hips were burning from bending outwards to accomodate her husband laying between her thighs like this.

"Up," Eddie mumbled as he worked his lips back up to claim her mouth and his hand moved down to swat at her hip until she got the hint.

(Y/n) lifted her hips while both her hands cupped Eddie's face to stop his lips from moving away from hers. She bit down on his lip and smiled against his mouth when his fingers scraped against her waist and scrunched around both her shorts and underwear. He dragged them down until (Y/n) could kick them away and his hand moved to grab at her bare hip that he squeezed lovingly.

Her fingers stayed gliding up and down Eddie's sharp jaw while she pushed her chest up against his and tried to sit up. One hand started to glide down his neck but she got as far as his shoulder before Eddie pushed his weight into his chest and pinned her back down.

"Hmm, where are you going?" Eddie pecked her lips, gently at first. Then again and again until he was pushing her down into the pillow, devouring her lips like they were the air he needed to breathe. His tongue swiped over her lower lip and his right hand gave her flesh a tight squeeze.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed when Eddie leaned down to kiss her again. "You're still dressed," Each word meshed against Eddie's lips and she squeaked when he rutted his hips down into hers as if he was proving her point.

Her hands moved round from his neck to cup his face and her thumbs brushed across his stubble he was trying to grow out. She pressed a quick, simple kiss to his lips before she attempted to push up against him but it didn't work. He tensed up his chest and pushed down, effortlessly pinning her back against the mattress so she stayed beneath him. Right where he wanted her.

"I'll fix that, mi amor."

Eddie shifted his weight onto his knees and he gripped (Y/n)'s lower thigh so he could rake her leg higher up his waist. It gave him the room and advantage to drag his boxers down. They were equal now.

"Better?" He muttered against her plump lips that he felt addicted to. His voice was low but his lips formed a smile as his thumb brushed in rhythmic circles against her thigh, squeezing the flesh every now and then.

A soft hum vibrated against the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she nodded against his lips. She felt like the bed was made of quick sand that was swallowing her whole. The more Eddie leaned down into her, the more (Y/n) felt like she was about to disappear, but in the best possible way.

When Eddie detached his lips from hers, (Y/n) peeked her eyes open and tightened her arms around his neck to try and pull him back down to her.

She felt his left hand move to cup the back of her neck while his right hand let go of her thigh to reach out towards the bedside table.

Pushing up, (Y/n) tilted her head forward and attached her lips to the underside of Eddie's jaw which caused him to inhale a sharp breath. She sucked and bit down until she could feel him practically shaking against her, growling her name through gritted teeth. He was breathless when he felt her lips kiss and nip down his throat, something they both knew would turn him to jelly.

He growled her name again, a warning sign while he tried to open the top drawer which knocked his phone off the table and onto the floor. "Fuck."

"What are you doing baby?" (Y/n)'s voice came out shallow and quiet against his throat and the vibrations shot right through Eddie and down to his core.

(Y/n) squeaked when she felt his short nails puncturing into her neck and he tilted her head up so she couldn't kiss his throat anymore. His fingers tangled in her hair to keep her head looking up at him so she couldn't attack his throat again. She was winding him up and they both knew it. There was something devilish and daring in his eyes when he looked down at her to silently tell her to behave before his attention moved back to the drawer.

"Looking for a rubber." He growled back as he slammed the top drawer shut and moved down to the second one. He had them somewhere, he knew he did.

He could feel (Y/n)'s thumb swipe down his jaw to trace his chin and it made his head tick to the side and he pierced his teeth down into his tongue. He couldn't find what he was looking for and (Y/n) was starting to tease him; it wasn't a good combination when he was getting impatient.

"What, you don't want another baby?" (Y/n) kissed the corner of Eddie's jaw that she continued to trail her fingertips across, but when she looked up at him, her eyes narrowed.

There was something dark glossing over his eyes and she felt the way his jaw tightened and clicked beneath her touch. He tossed something about in the bedside drawer and continued searching for protection while he tutted. His lips curved into a somewhat cynical grin and a silent, breathless laugh passed his lips.

"Fuck no."

(Y/n) was only jesting, but she didn't like the way Eddie said that. Something about his tone set her on edge and made her heart speed up.

Lettig her hand drop from his jaw, (Y/n) reached out and gently took hold of Eddie's hand. She dragged his hand away from the side table and entwined their fingers which made his head turn back in her direction. He watched her intently as she pushed up until their chests were merged together and she pulled their entwined hands near her chest.

He almost melted when she feverishly kissed him and curled her arm around his neck to keep them both moulded together and to stop her from falling backwards.

"If you can't find one it doesn't matter. Baby relax," (Y/n) jumped when Eddie tore his lips away from hers and his hand moved quicker than she could comprehend. His thumb pressed down into her chin and his fingers dug beneath her jaw near her throat to keep her head aimed up and level with his.

"I'm not taking that risk." His jaw locked tight and the look in his eyes returned and made (Y/n)'s stomach clench.

"What risk?"

"I'm not getting you pregnant again. No chance."

Stones settled down in (Y/n)'s stomach and made her feel like she was going to be sick. Why did he have to say something like that? Why did he have to use that tone with her? He made it sound like she was his mistress, not his wife. Like he was afraid to get her into trouble.

They were married, they already had two kids. Why would a third child be so horrid? What would it ruin or change?

"Why would you say it like that? I thought I was your wife, not your mistress."

(Y/n) leaned her head back and pulled out of Eddie's grip while she dropped her hands down to the bed. Her palms pressed down and she shuffled back until she was sat on the pillows, pushing up against the headrest. Her knees coiled up near her stomach but she shivered and tensed when Eddie leaned back.

She watched him sink back on his heels and rake his fingers through his hair as a loud "fuck!" spat past his lips.

Part of (Y/n) wanted to stay motionless and let Eddie move when he shifted and climbed off the bed. A big part of her wanted to stay curled up and let him walk out the room to work through whatever was rattling around in his head. But the other half of (Y/n), the yearning, aching, fiery burning in her chest told her not to let him go. She needed to know what was going through his mind and why he had suddenly said that.

When he snapped his boxers back over his hips, (Y/n) pushed up onto her knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed.

Her hands curled around his bicep and she pressed her lips into the back of his shoulder. Her chest pressed up into his back and she felt the way he tensed in front of her. She watched his head tip back towards the ceiling with his lips tightly clamped together and his eyes snapped closed as he took a deep, calming breath.

"Eddie, talk to me."

They both knew he couldn't walk away from her when she said his name like that. She rarely ever used his name unless they were in a formal public setting or something was deeply wrong and they needed to talk.

The resolve started to dwindle and Eddie clenched his hands into fists at his sides before he slumped down to sit on the edge of the bed. He stayed tense and still as (Y/n) let go of his arm so she could wrap her arms loosely around his neck. Her face tucked into the crook of his neck and he reached one hand up to hold her wrist while his other hand dug down into his tense thigh until crescent moons indented into his tanned skin.

"Eddie…"

"I don't want you getting pregnant again because it's too dangerous. I won't do it again."

He felt the way (Y/n)'s arms tightened around his neck and she pressed her nose down into his shoulder like she was trying to inhale his scent and remain calm.

He didn't want to say it. Eddie wished (Y/n) didn't think anything of it, he wished she wouldn't think about having anymore kids because then they wouldn't actually have to talk about it. They could silently acknowledge it and carry on the way they were. Eddie didn't want to talk, he just wanted to leave everything as it was because it hurt too much to say it.

"You mean… you mean how we had Lilah?" (Y/n) kept her voice tepid and the picture of serenity because she didn't want to argue about this either.

She just wanted to understand.

She reached her hand up, keeping one arm looped over Eddie's chest while she moved her other hand to his jaw so she could tilt his head to the left to look at her. She shuffled back a little so Eddie could turn around on the bed to face her. His hand moved to grab her thigh and his grip was suddenly fierce and tight and it made (Y/n) shiver down to her toes.

But her head tilted to the side and she frowned when Eddie closed his eyes and a growl burst past his lips.

He leaned forward and rummaged around on the floor by his feet until he grabbed his shirt that (Y/n) had been wearing earlier. He leaned back and dropped it on (Y/n)'s thighs. "Put it back on."

"What?" Her fingers curled around the soft cotton but her lips pursed as she frowned.

"I can't do this when you look like that. You're distracting." He waved his hand up and down her frame to give her a hint.

She was sat naked in the middle of the bed. Eddie couldn't sit her and have an honest, unsettling conversation when she was looking at him like that. Her body was distracting enough without the added fact that he had been ready to fuck her before this conversation started. Eddie needed her to put the shirt back on or the conversation would have to be delayed and he knew (Y/n) wouldn't do that.

(Y/n) sank her teeth down into her lower lip and silently nodded her head. She took the shirt and slipped it over her head, tugging it down so it pooled across her thighs and covered most of her modesty.

She knew it didn't help everything, she wasn't wearing a bra which the shirt easily showed off and Eddie had already taken off her underwear so if she moved the wrong way, her inner thighs would be exposed. And it didn't help that Eddie was just sat there in his boxers with a visible tent in them.

She curled her legs to cross them in front of her and moved her hands to reach across for one of Eddie's hands. She dragged his hand to her lap and started to mess with his fingers and concern herself with circling his wedding ring around his finger again and again.

"Mi amor… you know that you and the kids mean the whole fucking world to me. I wouldn't change that for anything but I… I won't repeat Lilah's pregnancy again. That pregnancy haunts me more than any memory of the army. I nearly lost you both, I physically c-can't feel that way again."

Eddie couldn't do it again.

When they had Chris, that had been so different. Everything had been fine up until he was born and he got stuck which stopped him breathing for the first thirteen seconds of his life. But that pregnancy had been fine. Eddie had been in the army for most of it but (Y/n) had felt physically well, she didn't have a lot of sickness, she had energy and no problems and had Eddie's family around her to help.

Eddie had been there for the two days (Y/n) had been in labour and it had been smooth even after the trouble of Chris getting stuck. They didn't know what problems he would have after that but things had been okay.

Lilah was a whole other matter entirely.

From the moment (Y/n) found out she was pregnant, it had been awful. She had extreme morning sickness, Eddie took her to the emergency room three times in two months when she got severely dehydrated and sick. He had to speed her to the hospital in the middle of the night when she had pains and a lot of bleeding which turned out to be a placental abruption.

Anything that could go wrong did go wrong with Lilah. (Y/n) went on bed rest for the last two months of her pregnancy and she felt so sick and tired. And her labour had been horrible.

Lilah twisted and came out breached, (Y/n) bled out and part of the placenta broke and wouldn't pass. There was no way Eddie wanted to do that again when (Y/n) had deteriorated and almost passed away. He couldn't cope with another horrible nine months like that and the risk of losing his wife when she meant the whole world to him. Eddie wouldn't risk it. He wouldn't lose (Y/n) or risk losing a child.

"I know I don't remember it the same way you do… I barely remember any of her labour." (Y/n) leaned forward until her forehead pressed into Eddie's bicep.

She could remember everything from her pregnancy and labour with Chris and all of Lilah's pregnancy, but that second labour was a blur. She'd been dosed on morphine when she started to bleed out. Then she'd been given clotting medication and more pain relief and then doses of adrenaline when her heart rate started to drop.

Then when the placenta finally got delivered, they realised part of it had broken off and stayed in the womb. (Y/n) got given more medication to try and push more contractions and when that didn't work, she went under anaesthetic to surgically remove the placenta.

All the memories started to blur when she came back round after the anaesthetic. But she knew Eddie remembered all of it. She knew from the way he held her at night when they came home that he was afraid of waking up and not having her there in his arms with her.

"I wouldn't want to have another pregnancy like Lilah's, and I know we can't guarantee that… but nothing says it wouldn't go smoothly like with Chris. That… that's all I was thinking."

(Y/n) didn't want to get pregnant and spend eight months feeling run down and sick and like she couldn't look after herself or Chris. She wouldn't want to keep ringing Eddie at work like she did when she had Lilah and tell him she couldn't eat and she could barely stand up and her head was spinning or that she'd collapsed.

But they had a big chance of having another good pregnancy like with Chris. And Eddie hadn't been there for most of that, he left for the army when (Y/n) was two months pregnant and came back a week before she went into labour. He missed all the important parts and they both hated it. They hated that Eddie never felt Chris moving or kicking, he never went to the sonogram appointments or had any updates.

It killed Eddie to see (Y/n)'s shape change and her stomach grow over a bad internet connection.

He lived for the days where he had his scheduled Facetime with her because he would take the tablet into a secluded room and talk to (Y/n) for as long as he could. He'd get her to pull her top up and turn in front of the camera so he could see how much she'd changed and how big their baby was getting.

"I know, mi amor. And I'd give anything to of been there when we had Chris, but the experience I remember and have in my memory is Lilah. I couldn't live the rest of my life mourning you and raising three kids by myself."

"Do you wish we never had her?" There was nothing cynical or prudent or patronising in (Y/n)'s tone. Only genuine intrigue and a subtle tone of heartache in her voice.

Her hands moved to cup Eddie's neck and she leaned closer until she was knelt up beside him with her chest pressed into his bicep and shoulder. She leaned down to press her lips against the side of his neck and looped her arms over his shoulders.

"Never."

Eddie tilted his head back to look up at her and he gently cupped her chin to lift her head back up. He kissed the corner of her mouth but a shudder ran down his spine when (Y/n) brushed the tears away from his eyes that started to fall.

"Okay." Her voice was quiet and she continued to wipe away the tears falling from Eddie's eyes before she moved round.

(Y/n) shifted over and gently clambered onto Eddie's lap. Her arms hooked around his neck and she sat down between his thighs with both her legs hooked over his left thigh. Her thumb smoothed over his cheek and jaw while she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder and moved to kiss his neck.

She felt his arms cocoon around her, one clamping down tight on her exposed thigh while the other curved around her back and his fingers danced across her stomach.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed and listened to the sound of Eddie's heartbeat thudding in her ear. They had Chris and they had Lilah, if Eddie didn't want to take the risk to have another baby, (Y/n) wouldn't push him. She didn't know what it was like to be the one sat helpless, watching her partner fade away and come close to death. She didn't know what that felt like or how it must have been for Eddie to worry about his wife and child like that.

She would never put him through that if it was going to worry and panic him like this. They had their two kids and that was more than enough.

Her lips curved into a smile when she felt Eddie press a gentle, wet kiss against her temple. But her eyes slowly fluttered open when she felt his hand move. She watched silently but intently as Eddie trailed his fingertips up along her thigh until he could grip her shirt. He dragged it up so slowly it created a tickling sensation across (Y/n)'s stomach and she couldn't help but shimmy back against him.

He dragged the hem of her shirt up until it bunched over the middle of her chest.

When he started to feather his fingers over her abdomen, Eddie pressed his cheek into (Y/n)'s temple so he could look down at her stomach. He dragged his fingertip across the small scar beneath her belly button.

"I didn't think you'd come out of that operating room." His voice was quiet and solace but he managed a small smile when he moved his hand and (Y/n) squirmed as he tickled her.

Eddie wasn't thrilled at the memory of how he had shouted at the nurse and the midwife when they took (Y/n) down to the operating theatre. They barely got (Y/n)'s heart back to a normal rhythm and when the injections didn't work, they had to do an operation to remove the placenta before it got infected and made her state worse.

He had an awful feeling in his gut that (Y/n) wouldn't come out of that room alive. He thought the last image he would have of his wife was her lying in bed, barely conscious. Unable to keep her eyes on him, tears staining her face, her body shaking and burning a fever as she tried to croak out that she loved him.

He had cried when they told him the operation had been a success.

Eddie let his hands drop down to (Y/n)'s exposed hips and he gave a tight squeeze when she shifted round again. She moved so her knees were spread and rested on either side of his hips, digging lovingly into his skin so she could sit down on his thighs and face him. Her hands cupped his shoulders and she leaned down, connecting their lips in a wet kiss.

"I'm here, and so are you. We're both okay," Her lips curved into a grin and she sank her teeth down into her lower lip when Eddie pulled back just enough so a small gap formed between them. His hand raked up her hip, along her exposed back and he swiftly pulled the shirt over the back of her head and let it drop down to the floor behind her.

"You don't need that anymore… you can distract me all you like, mi amor." He let his hand glide up to cup the back of her neck and his other hand gripped her bum to keep her steady against him as he moved.

He turned to the left and flipped them over, laying (Y/n) down on her back on the bed so he could hover over her, much like their position earlier. He let his lips attach to her neck and glided his thumb up and down behind her ear.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed and her fingers tangled in his hair and gave a sharp tug when she heard him whispering into her neck. "Distract me."

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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IFHY (Jordan Li x Alt!Reader) PT 1

Tags~ roommate au, enemies to lovers, alt reader, tattooed reader, slow burn, supe!reader, afab!fem!reader

Warnings~ angry sex, jordan might be a lil mean, porn w plot bc im freaky like that, drugs, alcohol, gay shit

Monday, August 7th

“It’s only one semester. This will be over before you know it,” Mia said.

You want to hear her out and try to be optimistic about the situation, but it’s complicated. Having your own dorm was rare in Godolkin. Students who did usually paid an ungodly amount for the extra privacy or were gifted one because of their current sponsors. For you, in your previous two years, it had been a mixture of both.

“This is bullshit.” You complain and have to force yourself not to roll your eyes at your phone.

Mia hadn’t done anything wrong. She was doing everything she could to get you what you wanted. However, it wasn’t playing out in your favor this time. You were still in your dorm, trying to cling on to that last bit of single dorm life you could, even though you were moments away from the move.

“Look. I love you, but there isn't anything else I can do. Some of these kids will probably be out in a few months.” Mia tried to help you look on the bright side of the situation.

You have yet to respond to what your assistant was telling you. Instead, you just kept looking around the now-empty dorm with a mournful gaze.

“Shetty says it’s a large roo-” Mia added.

“My room was plenty big enough,” You complained again. This time, the words came out in a sort of whine that would remind anyone else of a toddler.

 You got up from the floor and wiped your hands on your pants. After taking a deep breath, you closed the last bin in your room.

“One semester.”  You sighed.

“One semester,” Mia said, her voice a lot more positive than yours.

“When are you recording that video for-”

“Alright, look at the time the moving team is here. Can’t be late.” You cut her off and blew her a kiss before hanging up on her.

The moving team wasn’t anywhere near your room, and you knew that. If you focused, you could hear everyone in the building. There wasn’t a trace of dickheads with whistles anywhere near you.

The Godolkin University moving team usually consisted of sophomore students with too much strength to know where to put it. Many were from various clubs or programs that forced them to help incoming students. 

You started to stack your bins and luggage outside of your room on your own. Typically, the moving team would assist the students. Still, it was effortless for you to carry the items, and you thought if you looked around your dorm for any longer, you might burst into tears. That wasn’t very productive or good for your image if anyone were to see it. So you popped in your earbuds and started to lift the bins. When finished you put the label on your crate 465.

 With the headphones in your ears, you didn’t notice just how much more lively it was. Most of your floormates were in other single dorms with other upper-level students. So you would only really run into a few people if any, daily. With the influx of incoming students moving in, you would easily have trouble avoiding anyone. According to your assistant Mia, every dorm room was filled(yayyyy godolkin for not allowing students to live off campus).

After skipping an array of songs, Spotify somehow thought would suit your style, someone poked you on the shoulder.

“You’re 17#, right? Big fan, honest.”The boy said. Something you noticed everyone said after they wanted to snap a quick picture with someone. You couldn’t complain, though you had no proof this person was lying to you.

“Nice to meet you.” You said and copied the same amount of excitement. The perfect amount to seem genuine but still cool enough to feel above them in that weird way you can only get from social media. You extended your hand, and he shook it eagerly.

You didn't feel that way, of course. That’s just the game and how you needed to perform. All to get where you needed to be. Being a hero was a machine full of moving parts, and Mia has been training you since you were fourteen.

“Can I get a picture?” He asked, and you nodded before he could get the sentence out.

Always…

“Always always…” you answered happily. You quickly adjusted your hair and gave the boy a side hug.

The selfie came out nice. Cute and wholesome. You made sure he tagged you on the picture and used a few of your hashtags. You gazed around, wondering who was assisting him with the move. He just looked around at your bins before looking back up at you.

“Is there anything fragile in there?” He asked awkwardly. It seems he hadn't shaken off the nerves from meeting you. It was so silly to you. You weren’t Homelander or Queen Maeve.

“Yeah, the fragile stuff is in that box right there. Marked fragile in bold red tape…”

The boy then looked back at you with a look you couldn’t place. Before you could even realize what was about to happen, his arms stretched out to unnatural lengths as if he were made of rubber. He lifted all of your bins simultaneously. He wrapped and stacked them into the carts and secured them as if his arms were bungee cords. It was astonishing. You had never seen that power before, and although it was slightly disgusting, it was cool.

Just as you went to pat him on the back, a box on top crashed to the floor. You heard the glass shatter and knew instantly it was the fragile box he so kindly placed on top of everything to avoid it getting crushed. Just my luck. That was definitely the bong in there that you’ve had for a few years. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I've been stretched out all day. Things are starting to fall out.” he apologized genuinely.

“Lemme guess you are usually super tight?”

Your roommate was finished moving all of her things to the other side of the room. It definitely started as a struggle, but after a bit of time, Jordan started to get the hang of it. Early in the process, he was just bitching to himself about having to do this in the first place. He didn't really have anyone to complain about it to. His friends were rooming with each other, and he was the only one stuck rooming with a new person.

 His parents didn't understand his frustrations, and instead, they were just happy he would be rooming with a girl. Jordan tried explaining his irritation to Brink, but that was also a no-go. All Brink did was reframe the situation by saying it could somehow make Jordan a better hero.

“Are there seriously no fucking quads in this place?” Jordan complained to no one.

He sat on his loveseat on his couch and scrolled on his phone. He debated not being in the room when his new roommate arrived. Jordan heard that people had done that, but he was too nervous to do it himself. What if you stole something? What if you wanted to put your stuff on his side? Maybe you were a weird freshman? Or worse, a fan of him?

He sat back on the couch. His feet were planted firmly in front of him, and he scrolled on his phone. It was a position he often found himself in. In this form, his feet were actually able to reach the floor when he sat all the way back on the couch comfortably. In the other one, her feet dangled and gave off a less intimidating look than the one he was currently in.

There was a soft knock on the door. Jordan rolled his eyes and stayed in his position. Why would he open the door? If they were supposed to be moving in, they surely would have a key, right? He looked at his door open. Jordan wasn’t really sure what to expect to be standing in the doorway. 

When the ugly beast finally reared its head, Jordan finally exhaled. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until you waved at him.

“Hi” You said

It’s all you can offer him at the moment. The little helper you had assisting you barged in soon after you greeted Jordan. Jordan didn't even say anything to you. He just looked at you from his spot on the loveseat then his eyes trailed over to the freshman who couldn’t maintain eye contact with you.

“Looks like! Holy shit Jordan”

“Yeah.” He just nodded, confirming that he was indeed Jordan Li

The freshman stood awkwardly with your things and stared at Jordan. The interaction was just already a lot weirder than it needed to be. So you stood at the door and tried to think of a way to intervene in the impromptu staring contest.

“Thanks. You can just leave it right here. I can do the rest.” You thanked him with a big smile

With another resounding crash, he let go of the bins, and you winced. Jordan even was taken aback by the sound and rolled his eyes

“Are you sure, ma’am?” he asked 

He sounded genuine even though he treated your belongings like they were indestructible. You buffered for a moment and realized what he said

“Ma’am? How old do you think- never mind, just leave thanks.” You shooed him away and exhaled softly

“Bye”

He watched you. You unpacked your things, and he stayed put and just watched you. He was cycling through so many things in his head. Being so last minute, this situation didn't give him any time to prepare. The only thing he did was clean and move his shit to one side of the room. He was grateful that he could at least recognize you from the ranking. The unknown was scary like that. Jordan knows you have been slowly climbing your way to the top. Your reputation was squeaky clean. Your brand was sweet, innocent, and confident. 

Your brand didn't mean he trusted you, though. Anyone with more than two fucking brain cells at this school knew that your ‘brand’ or ‘online presence’ meant absolutely nothing. Just because you waltz in here with your big smile and wave doesn't mean he will let his guard down. Roommate or not, you still had the potential to be a big fucking dick.

“Yeah, just don’t touch any of my shit, and we should be fine.” Jordan said without looking up from his phone.

He sat comfortably slumped on the sofa. The uninterested appearance he’s in pissed you off. Oh, so he’s just like this? You could do this, though. You wouldn’t let him see that you were frustrated. People like him lived off of that shit, and you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You just nodded and gave him another smile, one real enough to be convincing.

“I understand. You do have some nice things. Probably wouldn’t want anyone getting into it either.” You said in that cheerful voice that you had been trained to perfect. 

That time, Jordan did look at you. He was now thoroughly annoyed and over the roommate situation. In his eyes, he tried. In the twenty minutes you had been in the room, Jordan considered everything he had done ‘trying’. This situation wouldn’t work, though. He just wasn’t built to share rooms with a random person.

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Wednesday, September 27th

“Jesus Christ, do you ever fucking fucking knock?!” Jordan shouted

You did knock. You dented the door to your room because you were banging on the door for about ten minutes. You even shot Jordan a few texts saying when you would return to the dorm. Of course, she hadn’t responded to any of them; she never did.

So you said fuck it and broke the lock on your door and walked into the room. Jordan was riding some junior in her bed. The sight wasn’t new to you, so you were unfazed. Seemingly to you, Jordan never really cared about you seeing her naked. It was more of the fact you were interrupting her that was the problem. In the two months you have been rooming with Jordan, you have walked in on her having sex four times.

The first time, it came as a shocker. You squealed and covered your eyes, immediately leaving the room and shooting her a few apology texts. When you left, Jordan just continued on like it was nothing. Like you were just a temporary pause. This time wasn’t like that. You walked in and closed the door behind you.

So you waved at the man who was underneath Jordan on the bed. He looked at you with a confused look, then turned to look back at Jordan, who was bewildered.

“You're not usually my type, but I think I could be down for both of you,” The man said, then looked back up at Jordan curiously.

You just walked toward your desk, sat down, and started up your laptop.

She climbed off him and huffed, “Get out”.

Then the man shuffled awkwardly around the room and tried to pick up his clothes. He slipped the condom off and didn't know what to do with it, so he tried to hand it to Jordan. She pointed towards the door, so he just nodded and held it as he left the room. His clothes were still crumpled in his other hand, covering his dick. You shook your head slightly, knowing that type of thing was far too normalized in this school.

“Do you purposely do that?” Jordan asked you sharply. It was more of an accusation. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was always intending to fight.

“Do what?” You asked and logged into the Godolkin portal.

“Wait until I’m using the room to appear out of thin air” She complained and stepped closer to you.

Whenever Jordan spoke to you, it was like they were a nagging little voice that you had to physically restrain yourself from losing your cool with. You didn’t want to risk an argument with Jordan, no matter how much of a bitch she was. It just wasn’t worth it. It would be optimistic to think that Jordan wouldn’t somehow get you lousy press from the situation. It was also optimistic of you to think that one day, Jordan would just stop trying to fight the fact that they would have to live with someone.

Every day you felt like you were seconds from Jordan finally saying fuck it and starting beef with you publicly just to fuck up your rank. Being ranked seventeen wasn’t the best you could be, but to most people, being in the top one hundred was quite an accomplishment. Job security was a hard thing for supes to find, and you weren’t going to fuck up your brand just because Jordan was having a bad day.

“Oh, please. I texted you, Jordan. Multiple times,” It came out with a little more emotion than you intended. Patience wasn’t your strength today.

“You didn’t,” She said flatly.

You huffed and pulled your phone out of your bag. When you pulled up the text chain to show her. You looked away awkwardly when she turned around to grab her phone. For some reason seeing her ass suddenly felt invasive, although she was so chill about it. Once again, she was more pissed about the fact she didn't cum.

“That’s not even my number.” She showed you her Apple ID and rolled your eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” You asked her this time; your tone couldn’t have been mistaken for anything but annoyed.

Jordan realized what she did and grabbed your phone out of your hand. You scoffed at the action and tried to snatch it back, but she was faster than you. Probably in both forms, unfortunately. Jordan just updated the contact info and handed you back your phone(which you snatched out of her hands immediately).

“You could’ve knocked,” Jordan said, and you did a sharp inhale.

You looked up at her, then back down at your phone at the updated info. It was hard not for you to be pissed about the fact he lied to you. So many arguments could’ve been avoided, but of course, she couldn’t even give you her number.

“I did. For about ten minutes. Maybeyouweretoobusycreamingondicktohearaboutit” 

The words came out as a rushed whisper. The struggle of trying to hold your anger was starting to become not only a mental challenge but a physical one.

“What did you say?”Jordan asked. This time, he almost seemed kind of excited, which didn't help you calm your nerves in the slightest.

“The locks broken, by the way. You locked me out, so I had to break it open. I’ll schedule a maintenance worker to check it out around five,” You told him. The facade was back up. You were no longer spewing attitude at him.

The maintenance request was sent, and Jordan was left confused at the sudden change in demeanor. He was excited for a second that it seemed you finally had a moment of real fucking emotion with him. Jordan would much rather be alone in his dorm, but your unwavering positivity threw him off more than he intended.

Jordan could recall a few times he would complain and rant about you to his friends during smoke seshes. It had only been two months, but he felt like he wasn’t even rooming with a natural person. Something about you was too perfect, too clean, just all around, too bland. He was excited to talk to a person for that quick moment there. It's not the brand you posted for everyone to see. 

He went back to the other side of the room in defeat. He sat on top of his bed. Jordan never stopped looking at you. You slipped up, and maybe that gave him hope(he would never admit it).

“I need the room at five,” Jordan said.

You furrowed your brows and looked over at the calendar on the wall. Each day that passed, scribbled out with a blue Sharpie. You shook your head and looked over at him.

“You have class. It’s Wednesday,” You said matter of factly.

Jordan rolled his eyes and mumbled

.“No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He could be so petty sometimes for no reason, and this was one of those moments.

“Did you just disagree with me just because?” You asked him.

Jordan couldn’t think of a comeback or words to say. You talked to him in that weirdly positive tone despite clearly being irritated with him again. Maybe his dick twitched a little, but he ignored that.

“Jordan, put some clothes on, okay?” 

“Fuck you”

“Your dick is out”

“Have a great day”

Maintenance fixed the door problem by 5:13 pm. It was a simple fix. A new doorknob was installed, but a couple of dents from your early frustration remained a reminder. Afterward, you were alone in your dorm, struggling to wait forty minutes to join a lecture.

  It was a struggle not to nod off in front of your computer. Online classes always felt like a good idea when you signed up for them, but you soon realized they were a trap. It is a carefully crafted trap for you to waste your time on the course because you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to listen to your professor drone on about the importance of… You fell asleep.

You needed the relief anyway. It was a struggle to keep holding up the illusions you were. The influx of incoming students fucked you over. Having a roommate who hated you meant you were always using your powers. You couldn’t trust him not to try and ruin your brand. The only times you would have a break from having to cast an illusion was when Jordan was out doing whatever the fuck he did besides training and sulking.

Illusions fell around you—your side of the room that was once pale blue and pink warped into black and purple. Your hair, which once seemed to be tied tightly in a bun, fell around your shoulders. The pink sweater you wore was replaced with a black hoodie you had for years. The illusions you had concealing your tattoos shattered. The ink from your arm sleeve peaked out from the wrist of your hoodie.

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“Who are you texting?”Andre asked 

It was late. Jordan sat on the couch in his friends' dorm and tried not to be bitter that there were only three bedrooms. He typed in his phone, angry you weren’t responding. Why does he have to deal with this? He’s pretty sure when he leaves that, all three of them just crash in the living room in a pile like cavepeople anyways. Andre’s room was always too fucking clean for anyone to actually stay in there.

He leaned over on the couch to try and take a peak at Jrdan’s phone. Jordan leaned away, mildly irritated with his friend. Andre just shrugged and made a face at Cate. Cate rolled her eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going to go. It was the only thing Jordan talked about the past couple of weeks.

“My hell of a roommate,” Jordan complained and rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t responded to the last ten texts he sent. He was trying to be better to you. He might've felt a bit guilty about giving you the wrong number for that long. So now he was trying to do what you would have done for him. He planned on bringing the same guy from earlier back over, but you wouldn’t respond to him.

“Oh, she cant be that bad?” Cate said, trying to be positive about the situation.

“Cute, you guys are texting,” Andre whispered.

Jordan heard him, however, and switched. Before Andre had a chance to react, Jordan slapped him in the back of the head. The touch was light but quick. Andre chuckled softly and then raised both of his hands.

“Well, I’m trying to tell her I'm on my way back to the dorm. Might need it in a few,” Jordan explained and put his phone away.

“Why do you look so stressed?” Luke asked.

To be honest, he was the only one not caught up on the whole Jordan hating her roommate thing. He thought she would get over it in a week, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. Jordan still hated you basically for existing at this point. Luke tried to lock in on the situation, but he was still pretty high from the session that just ended.

“She isn’t fucking responding,” Jordan whined.

“It’s fine. It’s only been like ten minutes,” Luke stated.

Luke’s eyes looked around the room for whatever the fuck he was missing. Cate just laughed beside him.

“Since the last text I sent. I texted her five hours ago,” Jordan added, her arms crossed in front of her.

“It’s probably nothing,” Luke assured her, although he didn't understand why the situation was that. 

Serious. Cate understood it, though. Even if, at the time, Jordan didn’t understand, she could have seen it already. Cate had a weird way of just knowing.

“Yeah, what are you so worried about?”Andre asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Jordan looked away and flipped him off. Cate and Andre shared another look, and Jordan wanted to flip the couch over. She didn’t though

“Fuck off, Dre.”

“Who is she again? Freshman?” Cate asked

“No, junior.” Jordan answered.

“Who is it?”Luke asked, hoping that maybe that would explain Jordan’s frustration.

When Jordan answered, none of them had much of a reaction, which wasn’t very satisfying for Jordan. Andre didn’t even know who you were talking about(he didn't pay attention to the rankings much). Cate just nodded, taking in the info. It was always funny to her how the most liked people could be some of the worst. Luke didn't run with Jordan’s opinion of her roommate. He knew how dramatic Jordan could sometimes be, and he was pretty sure she would've hated any roommate she was assigned to just because they were an inconvenience to Jordan.

Jordan didn't like the feeling of being interrogated, so the hangout was cut shorter than normal. Once she answered one question, it was like he opened Pandora’s box of bullshit, and everyone wouldn’t get the spotlight off of her. So, she gave up on reaching out to the guy from earlier and instead was banging on the door of her dorm room like a mad woman.

“Dude, open the fucking door!”Jordan shouted.

He didn't want to break the door again, but the longer he stood outside, the more appealing of an idea it became. Inside the dorm, you were still fast asleep at your desk. The exhaustion from overusing your powers took a severe toll on your body. You had been out cold the entire time. All illusions previously placed on you and your things were deactivated.

“C’mon, this is really petty. Just open up.” Jordan said again, but you couldn’t hear him.

A hard alarm sounded in your ear. You shook your head awkwardly, then scrambled to check your laptop.

Take your pill

You nodded and stood up to take your birth control. You made it three steps before you fell because of the loud bang at your door. Shit. Jordan’s voice yelled something behind the door that you couldn’t quite make out at the moment. All you knew was that you needed to hurry and get all the illusions back up. You waved your hands a bit, trying to tap into Jordan’s psyche once you were confident enough that the illusions were back up, and you dry-swallowed your birth control and made your way to the door.

Act normal

“Hey, sorry I got caught up in studying?” You answered the door with a smile.

“Fine, whatever. I texted you, though.” Jordan looked at you, partially confused

It didn't make sense to him. You went hours without answering him, and your excuse was that you got caught up studying. What the fuck? You didn’t even look tired? Jordan hated you. You closed the door behind him and sat on your bed.

[dearmura]

nightly skincare routine w ni-ki

☆ cw. none <3 PURE FLUFF

☆ pairings. bf! Ni-Ki × f! reader

☆ synopsis: Ni-Ki doesn't know how he got here, all he knows is that you're doing his skincare and he's trying not to give you the satisfaction of showing you he secretly loves it

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Get back here you giant toddler!!" You scream after Ni-Ki, chasing after him around your apartment with a giggle and a face mask in your hands

"You'll never catch me~" Ni-Ki teased back like a child, sticking his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers mockingly, blowing a raspberry in your direction

Scramming into your shared room, he hides from you behind the door. You pretend not to notice and call out for him, admitting defeat

"I give up, Ni-Ki. I promise I won't tackle you" You muster up a defeated voice

He instantly comes out of his hiding place and coos at your pout, coming to hug you. You practically cackle to yourself.

He's just too easy

As he pulls you in, you take your opening and push him down on the bed, immediately climbing over him and straddling his lap with a smirk

"Gotcha pretty boy" you tease with a devastating grin

He sighs, admitting defeat

Truth be told, he did have the strength to push you off if he wanted to, but he found your victory too cute to stop you

"You win, Princess" He holds his hands up, surrendering, still pinned down by your figure, making you giggle to yourself

As you gather your supplies with the hum, he stares at you with pure adoration, he tries hard not to giggle at your cuteness

"Lift your head up for me, darling" you whisper softly, helping him put on a band to avoid the mask getting in his hair. You pretend not to notice the blush creep upon his face at the name

Dipping your brush in the clay mask, you gently apply it onto his smooth skin, ignoring your heart racing at the proximity

"It tickles y/n" he says through giggles, squirming under you. You smile warmly, loving the sound of his contagious laugh

You stop applying the mask, subconsciously, admiring his devasting smile and porcelain skin. You really were a simp for him

He blushes when he realizes you spaced out admiring him. Mustering up some confidence, he brings his hands behind his head

"Take a picture, I'll last longer" He teases

"Maybe I will, my pretty boy~" You coo, rubbing the smooth skin on his cheek with your thumb

You can't hold your laughter at his utterly shocked expression, knowing he didn't expect such a confident reply. He stumbles over his words

"J-just continue with the mask thingy, y/n" he speaks, avoiding your gaze, making you coo for the umpteenth time that day

"As you wish, handsome" you tease one last time before brushing the mask on his face once more

"And...done!" You speak with a little squeal, you get off of his lap, to his dismay, sitting on the bed next to him with your leg tucked under you

He slowly mirrors you, about to reach for his face to feel the foreign substance until you stop him

"Ah ah ah no touching mister, you have to leave it on for 10 minutes" you say matter of factly, hiding your giggle as his eyes roll

You practically see the lightbulb go off in his head judging by his very expressive face

He drags you to the bathroom, leaving you confused, gently grabbing you by the hips and placing you on the sink area, settling himself between your legs

"Your turn, angel~" he mocks with a smooth voice

Looking through your skincare, he places each one in chronological order, recalling the countless times you forced him to stay with you while you did your skincare and unpacked your day to him

Running his hands under the water, he softly wet your face before applying a good amount of cleanser into his hands, emulsifying it before gently massaging it into your skin in small circles

Humming at the soothing feeling, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, all the stress in you body melting away at his touch

After a minute or so, he wets his hands again, washing off the cleanser that remained on your face before gently tapping your skin with your favorite face towel to prepare for the next step

You can't help but blush at that fact that he actually paid attention when you rambled to him while washing your face

After your face was no longer wet, he placed a kiss on your nose before leaving the bathroom, coming back about a few seconds later with face masks in his hands

"I was looking through your skincare fridge, I hope you don't mind, and I thought these ones looked cute. Which one do you want, angel?" He asks with an expecting look in his eyes which you can't help but coo at

Surprise never leaving you at his interest despite his seeming hatred of skincare when applied onto himself earlier

You point to a mint colored package, meeting his soft gaze with a smile

"I knew you would pick that one" He speaks in a teasing, babyish tone

Peeling open the package, he carefully extracts the sheet mask and opens it up gently to not tear it

Carefully, he places it onto your clean skin, smoothing some parts so no area was left untouched by the mask

Your heart swells at his gentle nature, very unlike his usual playful self

"How are you so good at this, Ki? Even I can't ever get it to apply this perfectly" You question with amusement

He chuckles to himself, mentally celebrating that the countless YouTube tutorials he watched on how to properly apply skincare actually paid off

"I guess I'm just that good, maybe I'll do your skincare from now on? How about that, princess?" He suggests with a smirk. There's the Ni-Ki you know

A smile creeps upon your lips

"I'd like that, actually" You say quietly but just loud enough for him to hear you and chuckle

"All done, cutie, I'll apply moisturizer after the minutes are up. In the meantime...can we cuddle?" He avoids your gaze at the last part

Rolling your eyes playfully at his sudden shyness, you take his hands and place them on your waist and loop your arms around his neck

"Of course, my pretty boy" placing a peck on his lips with a smile

fin