#but god damn I need a hug and a tuck into a big cozy bed and a nap and some blorbo content

[ragingdumpsterfire]

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[sga-owns-my-soul]

Pllllllsssss elaborate on fixing Rodney/making him worse I'm obsessed

i hope ur ready bc this is Long! (i'm obsessed too tbh)

rodney mckay is an incredibly interesting character. he's loud mouthed and arrogant and a massive dick. but also, so much of that is so clearly a defence mechanism?? we don't know a ton about rodney's childhood but we do know that the few times he was excited about a hobby (like being in beavers or playing piano) he was shot down (being asked to leave or told he was too clinical) we also know that his family life was. Not Great. he says in tao of rodney that his father always sided with his sister and blamed him for the lights being left on (and other things implied) ((there's also the separate issue of them insisting on calling him meredith but that doesn't really tie into this point it's just another reason for why his childhood was garbage)) so you take this child prodigy who is advancing so far beyond his TEACHERS as a kid that he doesn't have a chance of figuring out how to talk to his peers without a proper support system, and the few times he tries hes basically told he's Not Good Enough, and then you add No Emotional Support, and you're bound to get a guy who's Shit at People Skills.

so you take all of this, you add years of peers stealing his work (i'm sure he was taken advantage of SO OFTEN as a baby in the industry) and people attacking his personality and you've got this hurt little kid who's grown into a hostile grump bc it's the only protection he's been able to find. we see this so clearly in 48 hours, rodney is so excited to meet sam and show off his value knowledge to her and he's immediately and repeatedly shot down and each time he grows more hostile. (he's literally trying to save their lives and they banish him for it like yeah he was an asshole but he was TRYING OKAY)

rodney mckay is a hurt man who just needs to be hugged and told he's loved and valued and cared for. I COULD FIX HIM!!!! i could offer him so much love and care and support!!!! this poor baby needs to be wrapped up in a blanket and swaddled and cuddled until his inner child is healed and then get a nice kiss on the forehead and tucked into a warm cozy bed!!!!! he just needs someone to give him a chance and he'll try so hard for you!!!! (see: rodney and his team)

and then, the flip side

this man is a GARBAGE human. he is so fucking arrogant and egotistical and practically the definition of a god complex and he is SO FUCKING HOT. he destroyed 5/8 of a solar system and i would be standing there cheering him on like "babe that's so sexy it wasn't even inhabited so it's fine let's go find more planets for you to blow up with that big sexy brain of yours" BC ITS HOT. rodney is capable of SO MUCH and he would be the hottest fucking crazy mad scientist villain ever. he rewrote the damn timeline, there's nothing that man can't do and i would convince him hes right and perfect and correct and sexy through every terrible horrible awful decision bc i love me a terrible awful man. i would stroke his ego and fuel it so much he would go insane with it and i would encourage him Every Step Of The Way

[h2bakugou]

Idk if you do these kind of requests or not, but Amajiki, Tomura, Chisaki and Kacchan and their gf who’s on her period and she’s feeling low and just not herself???

a/n: i do hun! i did a similar period hc but this is different and i haven’t done these characters so here ya go love!

headcanon: them with a s/o who’s not feeling good on their period

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is a sweetheart. He is there for you and will hold you until you feel better.

He’s a little shy but he really cares about you, and when it comes to the people he cares and loves, this boy will go to the ends of the Earth for you.

Soft kisses on your cheek or forehead.

Holds you in his arms while you play with his hair or snuggle into his neck.

When you’re not feeling your best, Tamaki is there to reassure you. Granted he struggles too, he hates seeing you like this.

“Bunny, you’re amazing, please don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

His indigo eyes are full of love and meaning, and you can clearly tell that he wants to say more, but will leave it at that for now.

Knowing that Tamaki has his own struggles with things like that, it really means a lot to hear him say that to you. 

Tamaki knows how to take care of you and will probably not leave your side unless you need him too, or want some space. 

Sleeping with Tamaki is one of the purest forms of love honestly. He’s holding you close while still allowing you to move if you ever get uncomfortable. His fingers delicately trace shapes and words out on your skin as your snoring softly beside him.

It’s nothing weird or funny, he’s not trying to pull any stunts, it’s just the two of you, sleeping, or worn-out and resting.

It’s him loving you and making sure that you’re feeling okay. 

It’s him reassuring you that you are precious and that bad days happen and there’s not much you can do but let them pass.

love this soft boy !!

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tomura shigaraki

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As much as I am a Shigaraki stan, I feel like this man’s first reaction would be disgust.

“What is coming from where?”

“It’s called menstruation-”

But on a real note, he probably never had a proper sex education class, and everything he learned about anatomy and stuff was either picked up from someone else, or learnt about from a game or movie.

Onto the headcanon stuff, overall I feel like once he comes to terms with what’s happening, he’s protective and caring.

Doesn’t like when the members of his league, let alone the people closet to him in both platonic and romantic ways, get hurt.

So seeing you in almost constant discomfort and pain is agonizing to watch.

By your side most of the time unless you want him to leave you alone, which is a struggle because he is persistent and bratty in the best ways.

‘I’m not leaving you-”

“Tomura, I just want some space.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

He takes your huff as a sign of agreement, but eventually it’s those same arms that you wanted gone, the arms you’d fallen asleep in.

Tomura probably acts like he’s the one on the period.

He’s ordering Dabi, Kurogiri, or anyone else who steps into view to get things for you so he can watch you 24/7.

Okay but as annoying loving as Tomura is, I could also see him getting frustrated with you.

“You clearly don’t feel good so just lay down and get some rest!”

“But I don’t want to!” You’re pacing around the room you share with Tomura while he stands by the door.

“Lay down.” Tomura orders.

“Make me.”

It’s a simple phrase that comes with varying consequences, this time, it’s being slung over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed, force down by him just laying on top of you like a human blanket.

“T-Tomura! That hurts!” You breathe out.

Eventually rolls off of you and just holds you close, getting some much needed rest.

Hates seeing you look down on yourself during this time because he truly loves you. He’s learned to love because of you.

“You’re the only idiot I tolerate in this shit hole. You’re fine the way you are.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Maybe he isn’t the best with words, but his actions, aka the hoards of hugs and kisses, are what show you he cares.

In the nicest way possible, he is the epitome of “alright babe i’m in the pad isle, what size pussy do u wear?” but he’S LEARNING

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katsuki bakugou

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Katsuki Bakugou is probably one of the most sensible guys to help you when you’re on your period.

He’s going to be there for you, bring you snacks if you need them, provide warmth and cuddles when it’s time to sleep or if you have cramps, but he also isn’t going to put up with you if you get grumpy.

He knows that that kind of stuff tends to happen, and he doesn’t want to make it worse by angering you more. He’s struggled with restraint, but when it comes to you, it’s both easy and challenging.

He wants to be there for you, but he knows you might need your space.

When he sees you talking down about yourself or feeling low, this man is going to beat the shit out of you verbally. He’s showing you love and affection by yelling at you. All kind words of course.

“You’re fucking beautiful! And you’re not worthless!”

“Suki, it’s one am-”

“But you’re mumbling about how you aren’t good enough and that’s bullshit.”

“Alright alright, I get it, I’ll stop.” You say softly, closing your eyes while trying to fall back asleep beside your loud boyfriend.

“Yeah you better or I’ll have to kiss you, dumbass.”

“Kissing me is a punishment?”

“You know what I meant!”

He’s flustered

Holds you close when you can’t get comfy.

Kisses you a fuckton oh my god.

Kisses you when you say bad things about yourself, kisses you to show he loves you, kisses you when you’re kinda grumpy, kisses you when you’re not mad, you get the idea.

He just wants to see you smile, and kissing you is one of those ways that makes you flustered and makes you smile that goofy smile that Bakugou fell in love with.

I mentioned this in another headcanon, but this man’s hands are period cramp relievers- place those bad boys over the pain and relax.

They’re warm, and big, and it’s also cozy and securing laying in his arms.

The best way to lay on Bakugou is to get up under his sweater and tuck yourself onto his chest, placing his hands over your sides and dozing off.

He’ll steal a few kisses, and probably take a cheesy selfie to set as his lockscreen later, but he’s not far behind you in the sleeping department.

Genuinely doesn’t see how you don’t see yourself like a goddess. But nonetheless, he will never stop complimenting you and reassuring you.

He loves you so much, and he’ll be damned if you see yourself as anything less than what you are, and that’s truly amazing.

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kai chisaki

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This man is smart, arrogant, and driven, but sometimes he can be a bit of an asshole.

Will obviously be at your side if you need anything, after all, you are his top priority.

This could go a few ways. If he’s comfortable with you, and overcoming his mysophobia, he’ll do everything he can and is comfortable with to make sure you’re okay.

If he’s still struggling with germs, he may not be physically affectionate, but he’ll do his best. 

I feel like Chisaki probably shows his love through gifts, or at least to an extent he’ll try to show his love with presents.

But when he comes to terms with his feelings, he’s a man of words. He’ll say how he feels before he shows it. And it’s hard because actions do speak louder than words. And sometimes not being able to kiss or hug Chisaki is hard.

But his reassuring really hits different. Because Chisaki isn’t one for affection. He runs a gang, or a section of a larger gang. He didn’t have time for relationships before he met you, and he probably could’ve gone years before he ‘settled down’ if he hadn’t met you.

So hearing Chisaki tell you that he loves you and that you are not disgusting or pathetic, you know it means something.

You’re fully tended to when it comes to things like snacks, drinks, hygiene products, it’s all taken care for and Chisaki wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is here to take care of you unless he’s told otherwise. If it’s space you want, he’ll give it to you, but not before he knows you’re completely okay and that you won’t need anything while you want space.

If he’s comfortable with getting physical, his hugs are sweet. Just being held by him is a blessing. His kisses are even better. It’s always a private thing, he’s not just going to whip his mask off and kiss you in the middle of the hallway, despite how much he’d want too.

Chisaki works and he works hard. So it wouldn’t be rare if he only ever cared for you at night/during the morning. Of course he’ll spend time with you during lunch or if he’s got a break, but he can’t spend every minute of the day with you.

But I think not seeing him constantly is what makes spending time with him that much better.

You’ve got something to look forward too, as does he. He enjoys coming back from a long day, to take a nice shower and climb into bed with his favorite person and hold you until you both fall asleep.

Kisses you on your shoulder, neck and cheek the most. Hugs you from behind and cuddles you by wrapping his arm over your side, having your back pressed to him.

He genuinely hates seeing you talk down about yourself, but he’s not going to constantly remind you that you’re gorgeous and nothing is wrong with you.

It’s hard to love yourself, but he knows deep down that you’re special and you’ll realize it sooner or later.

Overall, Chisaki is a pretty sweet guy, but he’s resilient and reserved. He knows what he wants, and he’ll do anything in his power to make you feel better.

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[hotdamnhunnam]

Unravel Me, Baby

A/N: Holiday-themed fic! Soft fluffy smut with you and Jax on Christmas night, based on the below request from @rebelwrites.

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing Request: Jax and reader (his wife) are spending Christmas with their family in a cozy little log cabin... and she has a special gift for him once everyone is sleeping. Surprises him by wearing just a big shiny red bow across her chest (see gif included later on in the fic!), and they have tender loving sex. – @rebelwrites

Word Count: ~2.4k

“But there’s no such thing as Santa.”

“What?!” you gasp as you lovingly tuck your son into bed, stroking the soft golden hair on his head. “Abel, where did you hear that?”

He gives you the answer you knew to expect. “Grandma.”

You throw a glance at Gemma, sitting cross-legged in the chair nearby, all set to read her grandbaby his favorite Christmas story once you’re done saying goodnight. She shrugs dismissively. “Not my fault that kid’s always eavesdropping on me when I’m tipsy.”

Abel blinks quizzically. “What’s tipsy?”

After a long exhausting Christmas Eve full of family festivities, it’s hard to hold on to your calm. But Jax is seated on the bed beside you and eases your nerves with the touch of his palm. He clears his throat to respond though he has no clue how to, really. Thankfully you do. “It’s what happens when Grandma drinks too much grown-up juice and starts saying things that are silly. And not true.”

After you and Jax have kissed your boy goodnight, tucked him in tight, you turn to leave and cast Gemma another bitter look. She flips her middle finger—luckily hidden from Abel, at this angle, behind the pages of her book—and whispers a silent ‘fuck you.’

You reply aloud, with your best loving daughter-in-law smile as you head out. Christmas is no time for hate between you two. “Love you, too.”

Once you and your man are alone in your room, he kisses your forehead and pulls you in close to him. “Baby, have I told you lately that nobody handles my crazy mom better than you?”

You beam up at Jax, kissing him back. His arms are so cozy and warm, but you’re tired as hell from cooking up a storm—pulling out of his hug, you flop onto the bed on your stomach. “You’ll take on Santa duty tonight, right? I’m so exhausted from today I can barely see straight. Think I’m gonna be out like a light.”

“Of course, babe,” he agrees as you shut your eyes. “Sleep tight. Outlaw Santa will have all the gifts set up under the tree before midnight.”

Ugh, your badass biker husband is so damn adorable. You reply in a half-awake mumble. “Outlaw Santa sounds sexy as fuck.”

“Only thing bigger than his bag of toys is his criminal cock,” he says, repositioning you gently on the mattress to help nestle you under the blankets. “Now let’s get you tucked in bed. Mrs. Clause needs some well-deserved rest.” 

You know that Jax is in the mood for sex—he always is—but when you’re so exhausted like this, he respects you too much to try pushing his luck. God, you love him so much. Outlaw Santa is truly the love of your life, always treating you right.

And that’s why you’re planning to let him unravel his own special present from his loving wife, as a sweet little Christmas surprise, just as soon as the clock strikes midnight.

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No matter how deeply asleep you are, on any given night or day, you always stir awake whenever Jax untangles from your arms. Always happens—it’s just the instinctive reaction that your body has to his absence. A natural alarm. 

Around eleven-thirty, you can feel him check the clock and head downstairs for Santa duty. He tries to move softly so as not to disturb the sleep that you so badly needed; you pretend that he’s succeeded. Keep your eyes closed, your breathing all steady and slow, as he quietly tiptoes away from the bed. 

You listen as he shuts the door behind him, leaving you all alone in the room... so that you can finally prepare the special present that you’ve had planned for your husband. He has no clue what’s to come. It’s just a simple little gesture, but he’ll love it very much, you’re pretty sure.

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Heading downstairs around twenty minutes later, you pause before stepping into the living room. Leaning against the entrance, out of viewing distance, you watch as your husband thoughtfully arranges the presents. Jesus Christ, you think to yourself in affectionate silence—he is so fucking precious. 

It’s honestly hard to believe just how wholesome he is. Your man may be an absolute savage, a murderous son of a bitch; his criminal record is longer than Santa’s whole list of the naughtiest kids on the planet. But here Jax Fucking Teller is squatting down on his knees, under the tree, setting presents as if his goddamn life depends on it. You can tell that he actually gives a shit. Actually paying attention to which gifts should go on top of which.

How does a man like this even exist?

You give your arm a little pinch, just to remain convinced. As crazy as it seems, this man out of your dreams is real, as real as all the crazy love you feel.

Once Jax is finally satisfied that all the gifts are set exactly right, he steps back to admire the job that he’s done. He couldn’t have done any better, stacking up all these presents for three generations of Tellers. The biggest among them for your two beloved sons. Though Jax’s back is facing you where you’re watching him from across the room, you can imagine that he’s smiling at the sight. 

This cozy little log cabin that Jax had rented in the mountains is really the perfect place for family Christmas celebrations. It’s such a pretty thing to see, ribbons and wrapping paper sparkling underneath the brightly decorated tree, reflecting all the festive lights, all set against the backdrop of the softly falling snow outside. He’s well and truly earned an early present for himself tonight.

As one last touch, he reaches down to brush a fallen pine needle off of the topmost gift for Abel. Then he happily slumps down on the black leather couch and reaches for the milk and cookies set out on the coffee table.

You fondly watch him gobble up his treats; he’d really worked up quite the appetite. You always love watching him eat. If you step in and make your presence known, he’s bound to offer you a bite, so you decide that you’ll just wait until he’s done. He polishes them off just as the clock approaches midnight.

No doubt he’s just about to head upstairs—so you speak up to stop him right there.

“Damn, Santa,” you greet him, finally commanding his attention from the entrance to the living room, gesturing at his not-very-Christmassy outfit: black hoodie and kutte. “Don’t you look cute. Wearing leather this Christmas instead of that stupid red suit?”

His blue eyes shine, lips lifting up into a smile at the sight of you. “You been spying on me this whole time, baby?”

With a casual shrug of your shoulders, you take a few steps closer. “Maybe...”

His gaze roams across your bare legs, underneath the risqué satin robe that you’re wearing. Clearly aching for sex, like a horny teenager who just can’t stop staring. Jax’s insatiable sex drive is one of the countless things you love about him—especially since you’re the only woman in the world who brings it out of him.

Licking his lips, he pauses as he realizes that you’d changed clothes, since when he’d tucked you in a few hours ago. You had been wearing jeans and a family-friendly red sweater, something presentable for all the Tellers; now here you are in nothing but a sexy little robe. For Jax’s eyes alone. “You know—I don’t remember putting you to bed in that...”

“Oh, yeah?” you suggestively ask, preparing to unveil the gift that you’re ready for him to unwrap. Your movements sensual and slow, you unfasten your robe, letting the satin sleeves slide down your arms and slip right off your wrists. “Well, how about... this?”

Beneath the robe that you just stripped off, as you stand before the man you’ve always loved... you’re wearing nothing but a big shiny red bow across your tits.

You can practically hear and feel Jax’s heart stop within his chest. His eyes go wide, enamored at the sight; it’s not as if he’s never seen his wife undressed. But not like this. There’s a meaning behind this gift. Silly and stupid, to be honest, but it means something to you two nonetheless.

Like a shy little schoolgirl, you bite your lip and bat your eyes at Jax. Some part of you will always be a schoolgirl for Jax Teller. “Look familiar? I hope you remember...”

“Babe, of course I remember,” he reassures you, beckoning you closer to sit on his lap. “Our first Christmas together. Years ago. Looking at some shop windows, I saw that pretty big red bow, on one of the displays next to a bunch of fancy clothes. And told you I couldn’t afford shit, but that I’d bet you would look gorgeous wearing just that big red bow over your tits and nothing else.”

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum, straddling him on the couch, your naked pussy grinding up against his crotch, soaking the denim. “...then what happened?”

He chuckles at the memory of it, grabbing your hips, as you lean in to kiss the laughter at the corners of his lips. “Well, the romantic that I am... I tried to break into the shop and steal it.”

His cock is throbbing through his jeans and you can feel it. “Yeah? And how did that work out?” you tease.

Jax groans out loud, giving your hips a harder squeeze. He doesn’t like remembering the time some random rookie cops had busted him for trying to swipe a big red ribbon from a Christmas shop. “You shut your mouth.”

“Make me,” you goad him on, taking his hands in your own, gripping them by the wrists, lifting them toward the ribbon wrapped over your tits. “Take me. Unravel me, baby.”

Jax always takes the invitation just as swiftly as it’s made. With you, the love that he can’t live without, the fire that he knows will never fade, he’s always jumped at every chance he’s given. Fucking pounced. Tonight is no different—as he makes quick work of the red ribbon, he shifts to pin you down against the leather of the couch, beneath the matching leather of his kutte, the heat and passion of his kiss sucking your soul out of your mouth.

“Love you so fucking much,” he whispers, set on showing you it’s true. The fragile structure of the ribbon falls apart beneath his fingers, fabric yielding to the magic of his touch. Like every inch of you. Sex with Jax Teller always makes you come undone in ways that only he can do.

No need to tell him just how much you love him, too. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. He always fucks the words right out of you. The sheer force of his presence spreads your thighs, so that his massive dick can drive inside, splitting you open wide, blowing your mind in ways that feel so damn divine you literally can’t do anything but drown within the ocean of his eyes. Sometimes you have to keep them shut because it’s just too fucking much. But not tonight. Tonight you keep them wide open, your arms and heart alike holding him tight, as you ride through the pure explosion of emotion that you both express unspoken now in every precious moment. 

The way he fills your cunt... your soul... the way his cock fucking commands you, and controls you, all your holes—his mouth upon yours, as you’re moaning like a whore... breathless and lost for words, your body begging him for more... his every move demanding and so dominant—so ravaging and rough, yet all at once, so fucking soft... until you met the man destined to be your husband, you had never even thought it would be possible to feel such fucking love.

But so it is. It’s such a fucking gift, and one that keeps on giving, for as long as you’re both living. You will never get enough.

By the time Jax finally erupts, filling you up, you honestly don’t know how many times you came. Don’t even know your name. Feels like it doesn’t even matter, ‘cause your brain is fucking shattered, and as always, he’s to blame. It doesn’t seem fair that he blessed you with so many insane orgasms when he only had one. But just... whatever. Fuck what’s fair. You’re too fucked up to care.

You’re barely conscious as he drops kisses across your face and softly strokes your hair. He steps away for just a second then and comes back with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, complete with mini marshmallows on top—although he brought two cups, you share one at a time together, because everything tastes better when you share. 

The two of you just lounge together on the sofa for the next hour or so. Looking out the little log cabin window, watching the steady fall of soft white winter snow. You compliment him on how well he set the presents up so nicely in a row. Eventually Jax reaches toward the floor to pick up the unraveled bow. Decides to wrap you up in it again, for fun, to see if it’ll look even better when he ties the big red ribbon. Sits back to admire his work once he’s done.

You glance down at yourself and then back up at him. “So, what’s the verdict?” “Looks perfect,” he states, pouring on the praise because he always feels that you deserve it. “Babe, I can’t believe that you went back and bought that shit. So fucking worth it. Best present ever. You look more gorgeous than I even thought you would back when I said it.”

God, you’ll never get over just how beautiful Jax looks when he’s being all heartfelt and honest. Speaking of honesty... you also have a little something to confess. “Now who said I bought it? You know I wouldn’t be the first Teller who ever shoplifted...”

“You serious? I fucking love it. First between the two of us who got away with it,” he laughs, pulling you in close and playfully slapping your ass. “Well, I guess Santa and his old lady are both outlaws. I love you, Mrs. Clause.”

“Love you too, Jax,” you lean in toward his lips for another hot chocolatey marshmallow kiss. “Merry motherfucking Christmas.”

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Happy Holidays and hope you enjoyed this!! As always, would love to hear if you did 🤗❤️💚

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Safe Haven

Warnings: Cursing, slight emotional/ mentally manipulative relationship

Word Count: 3,259

Crossed off: Protective Hug

Prompt: "You don't have to talk about it, let me just hold you."

Tag List: @keigod @dragonhrte @mrs-takami-keigo @fanfic-me-up @gallickingun  @royal-after-dark @hawks-senseis @bnhabookclub​ @pixxiesdust​ @diorsho​

A/N: Hey I know this isn’t exactly what you had asked for but I got really inspired while writing this. I hope that you like it because I found it really fun to write!!

Even though you showed up at this shop at the dead hours of the night, it always surprised you that they were still open. Seeing as you would show up anywhere between 10pm to 4 am, unable to feel at ease in your own home. Due to the time you showed up, you typically were the only customer in the place, minus the few heroes that would stop by for expressos to keep them awake through their shift. No one ever bothered you as you wrap yourself in a blanket and tucked yourself into your own little world in the corner of the shop. So you could imagine your surprise when one day someone approaches you.

Tonight was Bakugou’s first shift in this area. He had done thousands of patrols before, being one of the top 10 heroes, but every time he got assigned a night shift, he always found himself filled with dread. He was the furthest thing from a night owl, much preferring to get in his much needed beauty rest and getting to bed no later than 9 pm. So if he was going to get through a 10-7 shift, he was going to need coffee, and a lot of it. 

While roaming down the streets of this seemingly peaceful neighborhood he came across a run down coffee shop. He almost passed it, barely even being able to tell it was open, the only hint of life being the small sign in the window and the few lights that were on inside. Pushing open the door, a little bell chimed upon his entrance, allowing whoever was there to know of his arrival. He stepped inside the shop, the door slowly closing behind him as he traveled over toward the counter to try and order a drink. When he made it there, he took the time to take in his new surroundings, cozy chairs with little tables littered the place, along with solo chairs that were covered in pillows next to what seemed to be a worn down bookshelf with tattered books filling it. As his eyes moved across the interior décor, he almost missed the person that was seated in the very corner of the place, blanket around their body with a mug delicately placed on a little side table, an arm's reach away. Slightly startled by the presence of another person in the place, he didn’t realize that the barista had finally arrived at the front counter.

“Hello, what can I help you with tonight sir?” A young voice said making the grown man jump. Slight anger filling him at this person being able to catch him off guard. 

“AH- didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to catch people off guard like that?” He glares at the boy behind the counter.

“Oh did I scare you mister Ground Zero sir?” A smirk across the teenagers face as he leans on the counter.

“I swear if you weren’t a kid I’d kill..” Bakugou mutters under his breath before taking a deep breath. “Just give me the strongest drink you’ve got, and add an extra espresso shot.”

“Alright one americano with an extra shot of espresso coming right up. Good luck sleeping.” The young teen then walks off to make the drink for the Pro. As Bakugou waits for his drink to be made, he feels his gaze fall back onto the person seated in the corner. They seemed unfazed by the presence of another person in the shop, the only way he even knew the person was conscious was because of them adjusting the blanket around their body. What was a civilian doing in this place at a time like this? Just as he was going to make his way over to the person in the corner, a voice stopped him. “Alright here you go sir, your total is $3.50″ Placing a ten on the counter, he grabs his drink and turns toward the door, curiosity taking over him as he makes his way out of the coffee shop.

You could imagine his surprise when he returns to the same coffee shop at 1 in the morning, to see a young woman sitting in the same chair the stranger had sat in 2 days prior. Ordering himself the same drink as before he can’t tear his gaze away from her. 

“She’s always here around this time. It’s like her little safe haven so we never tell her to leave.” The boy speaks up, causing Bakugou to look away from her. He raises his eyebrow, wondering what he was talking about. “I just noticed that the last time you were here you couldn’t stop looking at her and since you were doing the same this time you might be interested or something. A fair warning though, I’m pretty sure she’s seeing someone, even if he is an asshole...” The last part of his sentence trailing off as he said it more to himself. He turns away from Bakugou to grab the finished drink before telling him his total and handing it over. He pays and takes the drink with him as he makes his way back outside of the little shop.

Yet another few days pass and he finds himself walking inside of the barren café. His head immediately turning to the left spotting the woman curled up in the chair in the corner. But as he took a step toward the counter, his feet betrayed him and carried him over to where she sat. When he arrived right next to where she was, she didn’t even seem to notice he was there, completely lost in her own thoughts. So when he cleared his throat he could have swore she could have gone through the roof with how hard she had jumped.

“What the hell are you doing up at this time. Don’t you have better things to do then be here in the middle of the night?” He questioned her, his tone coming off much harsher as his currently tired state hadn’t had any coffee yet. He never felt bad about how his words might affect someone, but watching the way she flinched at his cold demeanor, made him immediately feel riddled with guilt. He lowered himself down to her side to try to attempt to look friendlier as he spoke up again. “Um, I’m- sorry? I haven’t had any coffee yet and I guess you could say I’m not much of a night owl. I had just noticed that every time I’m here, you’re over here in this damn corner and I just wanted to know why the hell you’re even up at this time and not asleep like every other normal person would be.” 

You slightly untuck yourself from the cozy blanket you had wrapped around your form to make eye contact with the man that was now standing by your side. Your eyes met his own as you watched his face contort as he attempted to sound nicer. You could feel a smile wanting to spread across your face, but the memories of the fight you were in just mere hours ago made quick work to stop it from happening. But when the stranger’s head tilts to the side, similar to a confused puppy, you couldn’t help the chuckle that passed your lips.

“Well as hard as it may seem to believe, some people in this world are actually more night people.” You fake a smile onto your face so as to not scare off the stranger, but he doesn’t seem to fall for it for a second.

“Yeah well that’s bullshit, why is it that you are you actually here at..” he pauses looking past me to glance the clock mounted on the wall, “fuckin 2:43 am. You’re just sitting here in this chair, why don’t you just head home?” The smile that was on your face quickly falters as you think back to your house and what laid waiting for you in your sheets.

“I- I like it here better at night. I don’t sleep well.” You stare into your mug, the drink practically empty after drinking most of it over the time you’ve been here, yet the brown liquid suddenly seemed 100x more interesting than it was just mere moments before. He pauses, thinking for a moment before responding.

“You got one of those sleep disorders?” His eyebrow raises but you don’t see as you continue looking into your drink.

“Yup, and it’s fast asleep under my sheet right now.” A look of confusion takes over his face as he tries to understand what you mean. But you shake your head and put a smile back onto your face. “I’m just messing around, but yeah I guess I do. It’s not that big of a deal though I just like coming here. It’s like my happy place almost. You know, kinda like the place where I can just go and escape all the crap in my life and just breath. Honestly feels like I’m just suffocating sometimes and it gets so hard being around him I just.. oh my god I’m rambling. I’m so sorry. You’re a complete stranger and you don’t want to be hearing all of this.” A look of slight horror taking over your face as you realize you were spilling out all of your personal life to this complete stranger. Yet as you look over at him it seems to click in his head as he goes to speak up.

“Who is it that is making you so uncomfortable in your house? You’re not being hurt are you” A sudden wave of worry coating his voice as he thinks about the sort of trouble you could be in at your house.

“It’s nothing really I promise. Everything is fine, it's not that big of a deal. Plus it's nothing that I can’t handle.” You close your eyes and wave your hand at him trying to brush off the topic, but when his own hand wraps around your wrist it causes you to slightly jump before you open back up your eyes and look at him. You watch as he attempts to soften his face as he talks to you, now showing real concern for you.

“Just because it’s something you’ve handled before doesn’t mean you should have to go through it anymore. I can tell that you are a strong woman but that doesn’t mean that you have to go through whatever crap some douche is making you go through, you know that right?” Your eyes start to slightly tear up at his words. Never before had a random stranger showed you this much concern for your personal life.

“Oh um, thank you. It’s nothing that bad though it’s just. Well I guess you could say my boyfriend has a bit of a temper. It never has gotten physical he just yells... a lot. He hasn’t been the nicest lately and it seems like the only time I ever am able to get out of the house is at times like these, when I sneak out to come here. But honestly It's nothing to worry about, you should probably get going though, the city needs it’s mighty Pros out there watching over them as they sleep.”

“Are you sure that you are going to be okay here by yourself?” He asks you as he stands up beside where you were sitting as you go to nod your head telling him yes, you were caught off guard by the sound of your phone going off. You look down at it and feel as if you are frozen in place when you read the caller I.D and see his name, a chill making its way down your spine. You were about to respond to the kind man who had been keeping you company but when you went to speak, the words just seemed to stick in place as the thought of him made them feel like a suffocating sludge in the back of your throat.

“Um actually I need to go.. right now. Thank you so much for putting up with my rambling. Good night.” As you go to rush past him you felt a gentle hand stop you as it held your shoulder. You pause and look up at him, meeting his eyes. He had a question look on your face at your sudden rush to leave.

“What’s got you in such a rush? I thought this was your safe place.” He paused as he noticed your open phone seeing a name across the screen with a few choice words and it clicked in his head, the confusion he previously had now gone. “Let me walk you home at least.” Your eyes widen as you process his offer.

“Oh no, no, that’s fine you don’t have to do that I’ll be fine I promise. Anyways no one is out at this time so there is nothing really to worry about. You just get back to your patrols...” The smile that makes its way to his cheeks brings a sense of warmth to your heart in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“As a hero it’s my duty to make sure that every civilian makes it safely to wherever they need to be, and if I aim to stay on the top I can’t just let you go walk the streets yourself. Plus, who knows what kind of criminals are out at this time.” As you go to argue against him, he quickly cuts you off. “I’m not taking no for an answer so you might as well just get going and lead the way." Letting out a sigh you realize there was no getting out of this so you lead the way to your apartment.

The two of you walk side by side down the street as you travel to your home. The closer that you get to the house the more nervous you feel yourself getting thinking about what could be lying in wait for you just beyond the doors. As you make the final turn to where you live, you pause just a few doors away. Bakugou paused in his steps as he noticed that you had stopped. His gaze drifts between you and the door you were staring at. 

“Is this your place?” He questions, but is soon certain that it is when he takes in your nervous stance. When you don’t respond he walks closer to you and once again gently places his hand on your shoulder. “Hey are you going to be safe here? Because if you’re not I can always...”

“What do you think you're doing with your hands on my girlfriend?” You felt your body freeze and your heart drop at the sound of his voice. Bakugou goes to turn around but you stop him as you rest your hand on his wrist.

“Thank you for walking me home, I really appreciate it, but I should be heading in.” You go to step past him but flinch as you hear your boyfriend speak up again.

“So is this what you’ve been doing at night? Sneaking around with another man? After all that I do for you, for us? This is the kind of thanks that I get. Unbelievable. You are such a fu..”

“That’s it” You quickly look up from the ground and make eye contact with Bakugou as you see him start to boil with anger as he looks over to you, mouthing to stay behind him before turning to your apartment door and look over to your boyfriend. “Who the fuck do think you’re talking to like that?" Choosing to ignore the angry blond currently defending you.

“Get inside the fucking house, I don’t have time for this bullshit. You’ve caused enough trouble involving a hero in this so just get inside. We can deal with this in the morning.” You feel yourself sigh as you go to step forward but are stopped by a broad arm. 

“She’s not fucking going anywhere, especially not with a piece of shit like you.” He continued to hold his arm out, easily blocking you from his path and your boyfriend left the door way and headed over.

“Incase you didn’t notice, I wasn’t talking to you. So if you don’t mind, we will be going now.” As he goes to grab your wrist, he is quickly stopped by Bakugou grabbing his and flinging it away from you but not before grasping his shirt collar. 

“Listen and listen well. If I ever catch you laying a finger on her, come near her, even so much as breathe in her direction, you are going to become very well acquainted with my fist.” The sound of crackling coming from his fist mixing with the deep growl of his voice was enough to send chills down your spine. You could see how it had affected your boyfriend as well as you saw the confidence he previously had disappear. He tried to hold his ground as his collar was finally released and look back toward you before scoffing.

“Whatever. If you want to be with this try hard then go right ahead. You’ll just come crawling back anyways.” As he was about to continue, Bakugou stepped closer toward you once again, blocking his view of you.

As he turned around and walked off, going who knows where, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulder with every step he took. The overwhelming relief caused you to cry slightly as you realized that you were finally free. When he turned around to see you crying, the urge to hold you and protect you felt stronger than before. Never before had anyone made him feel this way, but from the first moment he saw you flinch, he wanted nothing more than to just hold you and protect you from the world. So that’s what he did. He reached out and engulfed you in his arms, his hold pressing you into his muscular form as you drowned in his warmth. You tried to raise your head to ask him why, but found yourself unable to as he spoke up.

“You don’t have to talk about it, just let me hold you.” So you didn’t say anything and allowed the two of you to stand outside of your apartment as this man who you barely knew held you in his arms as you felt all your stress melt away. This complete stranger had changed your life for the better, freeing you from the hold of your boyfriend, standing up to him in the way he knew that you couldn’t, and you could tell that he didn’t do it because it was his duty as a hero, but instead as someone who genuinely cared. So you stood there embracing him and for the first time, in a very long time, you felt safe. You felt at home.

[whump-town]

Heart Attack

This one goes out to whoever said “death. this is how i confess love”. 

I will write the other fic as well 

Warning: Major Character Death (rip my favorite big old idiot)

The initial weakness in his left arm is not noteworthy. The deep ache, daggers shooting from the inside of his wrist to the clavicle, are sadly not either. Chronic pain is just a part of his daily life and after the ugly, deep scars Foyet left on his forearms, not even simple movements are free. He’s always assumed Foyet put them, the long slashed scars that look nearly self-inflicted, there just for show, claiming him perhaps but certainly to maim. Doesn’t matter right much now, all he knows for certain is that it hurts and there’s nothing he can do about it.

It happens so frequently that it nearly slips his mind-- as much as pain can but what he really means is that the coffee in his hand slips. He’s standing in the kitchen, contemplating taking an Advil to at least dull the pain enough to better concentrate on the book he’s been trying to finish since Friday. “Fuck.” His left hand just releases the mug. He liked that mug. Advil it is.

His days pass in quiet contemplation. Just him and these beige walls. He misses the days that were filled by Jack’s toddling steps, rampant little footsteps, and happy squeals of delight. Coming home to the sound of some new band Jack’s conjured up and is going to torture him with for the next week until he moves on to the next. He misses Emily and Dave and having drinks on his couch. Being forced to go to Dave’s for family dinners and Emily coming by, uninvited, of course, to eat his ice cream and make fun of his documentaries.

Now he’s alone most of the time. Well, unless Jessica coming by to count to his pills counts. He doesn’t really think it should but she means well. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t just die on them but would they even notice?

Not immediately, not for a while.

Maybe if something strange happens on a case but those calls come less and less frequently. No one needs his specific knowledge. Emily is becoming an assured leader and she doesn’t even call him to fuss about the idiots that he hired and left her to deal with. He and Dave don’t really talk anymore. The best he gets, these days, is a quick update if someone gets hurt just so that he doesn’t worry if it pops up on the news.

Jack is off at college now. Hotch can’t blame him for being fairly radio silent but it does give him something to work with every few weeks when Jack does remember that he exists and sends a thousand-odd texts his way.

So, if he just… died no one would notice until Jessica’s Thursday visit. Even then, she’s just here to look at the pillbox he leaves on the counter for her easy access. She just checks what she has to and leaves. Life goes on.

As he’s crouched on his kitchen floor, mumbling very inappropriate and obscenity-ridden things, he feels that lightheaded fog encroach. Something that he really only knows from other encounters, one that he doesn’t associate with immediate danger. He takes a fist-full of medication each morning and roughly two list lightheadedness as a side-effect. While a dangerous fallout of Foyet’s stabbing is this strange platelet problem that messes with his iron. So while he sits for a moment and breathes through the feeling of his body trying to give out on him he assumes this problem is what it always is: his awful health.

He gets the coffee cleaned up with a towel but leaves the towel over the broken bits of the mug. The cartilage in his knees saw better days roughly twenty-years ago and by the time that the coffee has been contained, he can hardly stand the pain in them. So, guiding himself with a hand on the counter (then leaning on the wall and using a kitchen chair and so on and so forth until he gets to the couch) Hotch limps away from the kitchen.

He’s never been so thankful for his habitual manners as he sinks into the cozy couch and finds his heated blanket already plugged in and sitting on the lowest heat. A fire hazard? Yeah probably but if this damned blanket kills him one day then so be it. He finds some background noise in a nature documentary about penguins and closes his eyes, waiting for the blanket’s heat to soothe his old bones.

Despite how far he’s pushed himself down into the blanket, his body breaks out in a cold sweat. His chest tight and arm throbbing or maybe stabbing-- he can’t tell the difference right now just blinded by the pain. Blind and so stupid and as he sits up, shaking he’s shivering so hard, he knows what’s happening.

Haley used to dismiss his fears with soothing promises. She wouldn’t let something like this happen to him. They’d get old together “so old we start to wish one of us would just die and get it over with but every day I’ll turn over in our bed and find your craggy, old face right beside me and I know I’d still love you so much it hurts”. But Haley died before she even turned forty and he’s spent too many birthdays and anniversaries alone to know she couldn’t have meant that.

Drunk, vulnerable with the recent loss of Haley and the sudden return of Emily he’d admitted to this fear. Not just dying alone but of dying like his father-- a hated bastard on the outside with no family and no loved ones. To paint the wall with the horror in Dave and Emily’s face could stand as a solid reminder that he is loved but those faces mean nothing. The way that Emily had hugged him that night is nothing. Despite their assurances, he can feel his heart skipping beats. Painful kicks, each one.

He is alone. Gasping as he struggles to fight off his anxiety and crying through the agony ripping chest. Alone. Curled down into himself to try and find some comfort.

He manages to call 911. As he’s blinking tears from his eyelashes there’s a moment where the only number he can think of is Garcia. For years her number was his emergency number and now … He’s still thinking about her when the operator picks up but he’s losing his functions so fast. Settling back on the couch, using what’s left of his energy to tuck his feet back under his black he does his best to stay awake and hum in response to questions.

He thinks about Garcia. She’s always there, he finds, in his mind and every accident he’s had. Even during Boston despite the fact that she just joined the BAU. She’s always there and he wonders if she’ll appear this time. Talk his ear off about David Bowe but hold his hand tight enough that he never has to question if she’s really there.

Heart attacks hurt a lot worse than internal bleeding but he’d, personally, still put it under being actually stabbed.

He doesn’t hear the paramedics arrive or even feel the IV being placed in his arm. Though unconscious, he gives the faintest whimper of discontent as he’s lifted and pulled away from the couch. Not given the chance to brace for the cold winter air of March in Virginia just moving and moving fast.

“Agent Hotchner?”

He groans, turning his head from the penlight shining down in his face. Though he moves his face, he can’t escape the tight pressure across his ribs. Constricting tightly. The agent bit catches him by surprise-- he’s been “Mr” now for some time. Very few people still throw the “agent” in there.

“There you are--”

The sirens make it hard to hear. His hearing has been going for some time but if there’s one thing he can take from this encounter it might be that he should invest in the hearing aids he’s been putting off for a while now. He blinks up at the woman talking to him. Gently pumping a blood pressure cuff around his bicep and calling his name when his eyes slide back shut. He does try to stay awake but he’s in a lot of pain and he’s tired. Even retired he doesn’t get much sleep.

He’ll have to remember to tell JJ that. She’s always worried about his sleep schedule (or lack thereof) and thought, or rather hoped, his retirement would bring him the chance to finally catch up on two decades’ worth of lost sleep. She’ll be disappointed but not surprised.

It’ll give him a reason to reach out, to talk with them.

“Stay with me, Agent Hotchner.”

The world rocks and something that taste like plastic is placed over his face, wrapped around the back of his head.

“Deep breathes, you’re doing just fine.”

The cold air hits his sternum and his eye fly open, panicking as hands touch his bare skin. Oh, God. Foyet. I have to stop-- someone much stronger than him grabs his wrist. Two hands push his shoulders down into the gurney and he can’t fight. Can’t move.

“Agent Hotchner,” someone tries to calm him. “We’re trying to help you. I understand you’re in a lot of pain--”

He wants to go home. Away from the cold and the hands that keep touching him. “Dave?” he pants, turning his head and searching through the hazy mess of people. He cries softly, tears stinging his face as they slide down his face. He wants to recognize one person, to know one of the hands belongs to someone he trusts. Dave is okay. He likes it when Dave touches him. It’s calming and reassuring and he wants someone to call Dave. “Please,” he whimpers, curling his legs as he feels someone tear the worn fabric of his jeans. “No. No.”

He’s confused and he’s in pain and he wants all these people to stop touching him.

“Aaron--”

No, no he doesn’t like that. He cries out, failing to dislodge the hands as he kicks out. All his height, all the power he’s spent decades learning to command is useless. “I want to go home,” he rasps desperately. He can’t move, anymore. They’re holding him down and he can feel the drugs pumping into his arm. Too cold and too fast and it all hurts. Why are they hurting him?

“Just stay with us, Agent. We’re almost done and then--”

For the first time in nearly twenty years, all of his pain just is gone. He feels nothing for a blissful second. Around him, there’s a panic. The machines attached to him frantically going off as his heartbeat goes from rampant, wrong to gone. The pain comes back suddenly, sharper than before, and he turns his head with a moan as his lungs contract painfully. He coughs, rasping as his chest heaves.

He slips back under the haze but this time the pain stays.

He chokes as they try to intubate, fighting weekly but he’s too far gone to even move away from the touch anymore. Dave isn’t there. He wishes Dave were here. Dave always cups the side of his head, speaking in soft Italian that he’s never managed to pick up. But it’s soft and gentle and Dave. Garcia doesn’t hold his hand-- she always holds his hand. There’s not the soft scent of lavender that comes in with the hard rain that is Emily Prentiss. No one to jostle him for his carelessness and then crawl up into the bed with him. Reminding him of memories he’s nearly forgotten of when they were just kids.

No Jack.

Jack’s at college.

He comes in at 9:45 a.m.

By 10:15 a.m. there’s a doctor over his chest. A nurse makes quick work of trying to get a hold of a medical proxy. There’s a kid, he has a son, but there’s no contact information listed for him. She gets voicemail twice from the numbers that are listed.

Jessica is in a meeting. Her phone is on silent. It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d had her phone. He’s thirty minutes away and his heart gives out only twenty minutes after he arrives at the hospital.

Dave is in Seattle, sitting in a puddle of rainwater and trying to contain his anger as Luke changes a tire on the SUV. His phone is too wet to work. He won’t get the news until nearly two hours later when he and Luke arrive back at the precinct. Emily will not cry for nearly a week after she gets the news. She tells Jack.

The doctors assure them that there was nothing they could have done. It was a freak accident. They always knew this was a possibility, an outcome that was very real with the amount of damage done to Aaron’s heart. It’s been broken so many times… And standing in that hospital, shivering under the intensity of the air conditioning and the white burning paint, they are left with the burden of knowing he protected them tell the very end.

But they never reciprocated that care.

[allbrainrot]

Aaaa could you do ❤️ for pre and post time skip Dimitri? 👉🏻🥺👈🏻 ty!! I love your writing style and I’m so excited to see what else you come up with!!

YES I LOVE DIMI SO MUCH!! I’m so glad that people like my prompts and writing 😭🖤 Thank you anon for allowing me to write about post timeskip Dimi’s massive cape that shit is the best lmao ✨

Pre Timeskip:

- Pre timeskip Dimitri is very special at displays of affection..*cough* dagger *cough*..so he’d be so easily flustered, but he’d appreciate any form of love you’re willing to give him nonetheless.

- For this particular instance, I’m thinking reader is a Golden Deer, so they have to be separated during each classes’ missions a lot. As a traumatized individual with few loved ones left, I can imagine that Dimitri would become somewhat clingy with anxiety once you grow close to him. As his partner, you’re very used to always being beside him to comfort and reassure him, so it’d be a pretty drastic and..dull.. change when the Blue Lions are out on the month’s mission.

- You’re probably also close to several Blue Lions if you’re dating Dimitri, which makes it seem even more lonely. Of course, you have friends in Golden Deer that you hang out with, but it always feels like a part of you is missing when you don’t have a yearning little Dimitri following you like a lost puppy.

- If you’ve made this much progress in getting Dimitri to open up, he trusts you more than anyone in the world alongside Dedue. So, you’re always welcome to spend time in his room and you often find yourself doing so when the days wind down and you miss him the most. You probably absentmindedly sharpen any weapons he hasn’t taken with him or organize all his schoolwork for him so he isn’t stressed when he returns.

- Even though he insists that you drop any formality whatsoever, Dimitri is still a prince, so he probably has a pretty full closet...full of capes for you to steal!! >:3

- Around the last night before he gets back to the monastery, longing really hits you when you think about how long it’s been without your cuddly boyfriend around. So when curfew comes around that night and you have to leave the comfort of his room, you say ‘ah screw it’ and just snatch one of his pretty blue capes before heading off to your bed.

- Even at 17-18, Dimitri is still tall as hell. Idk how tall reader is, but I’m a whopping 5’2 so I’m gonna say that his cape would be pretty big on you 😭 You wrap yourself in that thing like a burrito, period. I can imagine it’s made from very nice material, so it’s probably silky and soft. Then, you conk tf out!

- The next day is a Sunday, so you’re half awake snuggling into this boy’s cape later in the morning when his class gets back. The first thing Dimitri does after reporting everything to Rhea and Seteth with the professor is bolt up to your dorm room. He’s that overjoyed kinda shaky like little kids heading to open up their presents on their birthday. He might even forget to knock, honestly. He’s got chivalry built into him as a prince but right now his head is whirring too much to think about anything else.

- Sunlight pouring into your room makes you bunch up the fabric close to your face and you let out a very sedated, groggy greeting in your sleepy state.

- Dimitri.exe has stopped working. HOLY SHIT IS THAT HIS CAPE??? His face is every shade of red imaginable. Probably lets out incoherent stutters for a couple minutes until you’re fully awake and call him over happily. Dimitri’s a big boy and he finally says a sentence, albeit a very squeaky one! ‘Is-is that my cape, beloved..??’ You’re 100x more composed and just laugh and hand it back to him before explaining you missed him and kissing him on the cheek. Dimitri machine broke. You’re wearing his cape like a blanket! And you said it’s because you missed him! You really love him and you’re adorable! Yeah, it’s just gonna be hugs for a bit, it’s gonna take a minute to reboot your Dimitri.

Post Timeskip:

- Shortly after pre timeskip scenario, Dimi convinced you to transfer to his house. I’m gonna say this is Dimi after he gets his shit together a little bit because acquiring clothing from a feral Dimitri would be like a militaristic game of capture the flag. He’s still an awkward goof but you’re gonna need to get him to allow himself to show emotion again before he eventually breaks and confides in you.

- I can imagine that some nights, camping out at the monastery or various locations of battles could get pretty damn cold when the temperature drops at night and you don’t have any heating system. So, strategy or information update meetings called at night are probably going to be one of your least favorite times, after actual fighting of course.

- Your former classmates from Faerghus thrive in the cold, and this was nothing compared to winters where they’re from. (You might be well adjusted to cold too but I’m from god damn Texas so I’m saying reader lived in a much warmer climate, closer to Claude’s lmao🖤) You, on the other hand, are FREEZING and your friends think it’s quite amusing.

- So here you are, sitting between your boyfriend and Sylvain while Byleth makes a report and you’re freezing your ass off!! Like how is no one else cold you are covered in goosebumps and you’re pretty sure you just started shaking a little bit. Everyone has noticed and is trying to pay attention to Byleth but Sylvain is the first to give in and antagonize you. In the most condescending fake surprised tone possible ‘Oh man, are you getting cold? I was actually just thinking it’s such nice weather that I don’t even need a jacket!’

- Dimitri is straight wheezing into his hand he is trying so hard not to laugh but it’s too funny he can’t help it man 😭 Initiating ball mode you are holding your knees tucked into your chest for warmth and pouting because you’re salty. Plan backfired your boyfriend is full on snickering at you now because you’re adorable.

- Just when you’ve reached the maximum level of pouting possible something very soft and warm is draped over you and encompasses you in all your balled up glory. Although it’s a little heavier now, and you can feel the fluff of fur around your shoulders, you still recognize the luxurious fabric from Dimitri’s old cape 5 years ago.

- Too stubborn to say thank you right now so you just lean into Dimi lmao. His gauntlets are always freezing but you’re in a cozy burrito right now so he’ll wrap an arm around you. Sylvain is currently celebrating his status as the greatest wingman of all time.

- Bonus points if you put your cheek up to his chest he lives for being as close to you as physically possible. Will pet your hair if you don’t mind the armor.

- Felix is having an internal hissy fit and glaring daggers at Dimitri because BOAR HAS FEELINGS? EWWWWWWW. If Dimitri gives you a kiss he absolutely yells at you both to get a room you cannot convince me otherwise. Byleth is so sick of everyone’s shit.

Thank you for enabling my Dimitri lovemail anon, I hope you like it :3 Hope you don’t mind post timeskip being a lil changed from original prompt I just thought it was a nice progression 🥺🍄

[edweenie]

"If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself" -Me, while writing RiDe fluff until 3am

Richtofen gazed upon the castle that he grew to enjoy over the past few months. At first he was a little hesitant about being here, but as time went by, he actually had ended up enjoying it- well, as much as he could, anyway. Other than the typical zombie hoards and the constant gnawing of hunger in his stomach, the trip to Austria hadn’t been so bad overall. Though, the cold nights were also a pain in the-

“Hey, Doc?”

Richtofen spun around to the sound of the familiar voice of his American friend.

“What is it, Dempsey?”

“Did I interrupt you muttering to yourself?”

Richtofen crossed his arms.

“I may have a couple loose screws, but I definitely don’t talk to myself!”

Tank rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face.

“I don’t!”

The Marine ignored him. “Anyways, Doc. You told me we could talk later, so…” Tank raised his eyebrows. “...Now’s a good time?”

Damn it. That’s right. 

Dempsey’s been asking to talk to the German for close to a week now, and every effort has been in vain. Richtofen was terrified of the Marine, however, it never used to be like this. Ever since, back in Germany,  he’d catch himself starring for a second too long, or his stomach turning when he walked past and was able to get a subtle whiff of the American man’s unique scent. And he hoped to God he didn’t remember when Tank had kissed him on the cheek that one time they all got a tad intoxicated… 

He didn’t want Dempsey to notice how he has been acting, though he probably already did. This ‘talk’ is probably Dempsey telling Richtofen to back off. To not be so creepy. He didn’t know what suddenly had gotten a hold of him. It was not like the German to grow feelings for someone, especially so soon. After all, this isn’t highschool. There’s no time or place for puny little crushes.

“Nein, Dempsey. I’m an extremely busy man. Please, go bother Takeo.”

Richtofen made a shooing motion with his hand and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, come the hell on, Richtofen!”

Tank picked up a wad of snow before packing it into a ball and throwing it towards the Germans back. Without even a flinch after hitting him spot on, Richtofen’s figure slowly faded into the distance, while Tank stood there with his arms crossed, kicking the snow on the ground. 

“He can be such a little bastard. Who does he think he is, acting all high and mighty when…” Tank cupped his hands around his mouth. “EVERYBODY HERE HATES HIM!” he yelled. 

*Later That Night*

The fire felt so warm against the pale skin of the doctor…

This was always the most peaceful time, when they’d all gather around the fire and eat together, clean their guns, and sometimes talk over the events of the day. Nikolai and Dempsey would always have something to say, whether it was them complaining about the meal or arguing about who killed more zombies. Once you looked past the annoyance of the two, Richtofen and Takeo found themselves, more often than not, chuckling at their behavior. 

“...and then there came out big Russian bear-  at least nine feet tall, with razor sharp claws.”

“What’d you do, Nik? Climb up his back and slit his throat?” Dempsey questioned, sarcasm in his voice as if he didn’t believe the story to begin with.

“Not even close! I kept him as pet.” Nikolai said, matter-of-factly. 

The three chuckled.

“I don’t know why you laugh, this is true story. I had him for three years.”

“Okay, Nik. Whatever you say.”

They continued eating among the warmth of the fire, sprouting comments here and there.

Dempsey sat up and stretched, overexaggerating his groan. 

“Well, friends, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” He said, walking away from the group. “If you need me, don’t.”

After some more time by the fire, the other three men decided to rest as well. Richtofen cleaned all of the cans up while Nikolai and Takeo put out the fire and made sure everything was back in place. 

“I’ll talk to you two tomorrow,” Richtofen said, waving goodnight.

“Goodnight, doctor.” Takeo waved.

*

Richtofen stood by his door, hands on his hips. 

“Do you think it’s funny, American? Do you think it’s funny to annoy me?”

Tank sat there, at the doctors own desk, leaning back in his chair and looking up at him with raised eyebrows and his right leg casually crossed over his left. 

“Do you think it’s funny to constantly blow me off?”

Richtofen let out a single and exaggerated ‘ha’.

“Blow you off? Americans can be so daft! I told you I was busy. Why don’t you run off to bed like you said you were going to, hm? Or does the big bad Marine need to be tucked in?”

“I ain’t going anywhere until you talk to me.”

“Get out before you really piss me off!”

Tank sat up and began to raise his voice. “Talk to me before you piss me off!”

Richtofen kicked the desk. 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he practically screamed, his voice echoing throughout the stone walls. 

Tank sat there, looking up at the German’s bulging veins and red face. 

“Why are you so angry?” Tank questioned, almost in a whisper. “I just wanted to talk to you.” the American stood up, moving so fast the chair behind him fell backwards. “No wonder nobody here trusts you.” and with that, Tank walks past the German while purposely shoving him with the side of his body. 

**

Richtofen sighed. He’d been tossing and turning for hours. Though struggling with insomnia is a normal occurrence for the doctor, this time was different. He genuinely felt bad for the American. He slowly sat up and began putting on his boots. He knew where Tank normally slept, so he decided to take a walk and ‘accidentally’ run into his sleeping quarters, (with the subtle hopes of him being asleep so he didn’t have to face the man.)

But sure enough, as he walked by the small cell that Dempsey made his cozy living space, he was wide awake, leaned back against the wall with a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Richtofen laughed awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Dempsey slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I slept fine. Just woke up outta nowhere.”

Richtofen started walking closer, eventually stopping about five feet away from his comrade and taking a seat. He sighed, “Look, Demps-”

“I get it, Doc.”

Richtofen looked up at him, puzzled.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. You’re stressed, you’re confused. You’re under a lot of pressure, and I get it.” Tank took another slow inhale of the cigarette, then proceeded to blow out the smoke. Richtofen’s eyes lit up. “De-”

“But don’t you dare take that frustration out on me for wanting to talk to you.”

Richtofen sighed and looked down at his legs. He was truly ashamed for the way he’d been acting, but he could never in a million years tell Tank why.

Dempsey gestured at the cigarette. “Need a puff?”

“No, thank you.” Richtofen said, twiddling with his thumbs. “I am… truly sorry.” He looked up at the American and met eyes with him. “Truly, truly sorry, Dempsey.”

 

The Marine smirked and stuck the cigarette into the concrete, tossing the butt to the side. 

“I’m free now, if you’d like to talk,” he said, chuckling awkwardly again.

Tank exhaled.

“I just wanted to tell you…”

Richtofen clenched. Here we go. The American’s bright blue eyes met Richtofen's soft green ones, as he met him with a delicate smile.

“I’ve seen how hard you’re working to keep us all on the right track. We’ve all noticed. Whether we trust you or not, that’s another thing. But don’t think we don’t see how much you try…” Tank crossed his arms. “But don’t think I’ve gone soft on ya. I just dont want me to be the one you murder when you turn your back on us.” He winked, and Richtofen chuckled.

“If I were to murder anyone, it’d be that damned Nikolai.”

“Is that a promise, Doc?”

“Oh, it’s a swear.”

They both chuckled, and Richtofen began to feel uneasy, remembering the whole reason he was scared to communicate with Dempsey in the beginning. The feelings were inappropriate… and they were beginning to creep up on the German again. Richtofen hastily got up and began to dust himself off, “Well, nice talk, thank you for your words, but I should really get to bed.”

Tank got up too. “I don’t think you’ll have much time to sleep.” he yawned.

“Ah, it’s always like this.”

Tank slowly stepped in and wrapped his arms around the tired German’s neck, squeezing him almost too hard and practically forcing Richtofen forward. The German, at that moment, was flooded with more emotions than he ever had felt before. What is going on with Dempsey?

Now that Richtofen thought about it, ever since he’d taken the other Dempsey’s soul, he had started acting strange. After the initial cold shoulder towards the German, he almost began acting as if he cares less about what happens to him… like he’d already accepted this was his fate. No- this was not their fate. They would live to see a better tomorrow. Richtofen finally hugged Tank back, even tighter. He ignored the voices in his head telling him he was making a mistake. He needed this, and Dempsey needed this too. He practically felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “We will make it out of here, Dempsey. You just have to…” Richtofen choked back the tears that needed so desperately to flow. “...trust me.”

Tank squeezed tighter. 

“I’ll trust you.”

[chrollostan232323]

Candlelit Night - 18+ Fic

//timeskip KuroKen, three-way, slight degradation

note: this is my first smut so like, I'm sorry if it sucks <3

WC: 4037

“Miss, would you like another glass of champagne?” The young waiter smiled down at you, bottle and towel in hand. “No, I’m good- thank you!” you smiled up at him. Your eyes flashed towards the man sitting across from you. He proceeded to cross his arms and lean back in his seat. You glanced at your suit-clad partner as the waiter walked away.

Sparkly earrings, black silk slip dress. Tall heels that gave you an elegant cadence to your step. You were appropriately dressed for this candlelit dinner at one of the fanciest steak restaurants in Tokyo. A smooth jazz band quietly played on a small stage. You and Kenma were far away from the action, however- just as he liked it. Tucked away towards the back, seated next to a large window which showcased the sprawling metropolis. A fireplace behind you grew and shrunk in size; warmth emanated from it and swallowed you up in a comforting glow. The two glasses of bubbly had helped this warmth to spread to your face, making you feel very relaxed and cozy.

Kozume Kenma wasn’t one to go out very much; he preferred the quiet company of you and his games, back in that nice apartment you both now shared. However, every once in a while, he liked toting you around, showing you off to the other citygoers. When he was in this sort of mood, he’d set up the outfit he wanted you to wear on the bed you two shared, with a note for you that told you the time you had to be ready by. Kenma preferred simple yet well-made pieces that showed off your neckline, with beautiful accessories to boot. For someone who exclusively wore big hoodies every day, Kenma had a sharp eye for what looked good on your frame.

Sitting there in comfortable silence, you started to reflect on how you met your quiet boyfriend. He had just graduated from college, and was the CEO of his own corporation. Of course, you didn’t know all of this when you approached him at a local coffee shop that fateful winter morning before your classes. He had been stoic, uninterested even. But your smile and warmth eventually ignited something deep from within him, and you two became inseparable. You were, undoubtedly, his rock- his comfort and joy to return to after a hectic day of meetings and streamings. He cherished you greatly, even though he wasn’t always good at showing it.

After the waiter dropped off the check, you sighed, leaning forward to rest your chin on your palm. Kenma gazed into your eyes, cat-like expression and with an ever-so-slight smile playing on his lips. “I hope you enjoyed this…” he quietly spoke, hinging on a whisper. “You look so beautiful tonight.” You smiled, playing with your earring and cocking your head to one side.

“Thank you,” you started,  “for everything. This was so much fun.”

“You know, I really like the dress I picked out for you. But what I like even more is what I had picked out for you to wear underneath it…” Sentence trailing off, Kenma let his gaze wander down towards your cleavage.

Kenma was, for lack of better words, an interesting man. His persona on his gaming streams was snippy. His default mood was quiet, uninterested, and aloof. However, you knew a side to him that was completely private to you and him. When it came to your sexual life with Kenma, he was a bit unorthodox.

Beyond that cat-like face, Kenma Kozume was a sadistic bastard. You started to realize this fact when you two had been dating for a few months. Gentle, sweet lovemaking sessions with plenty of peppered kisses and whispered praises slowly started to develop into something a bit sinister.

“Can we try something new tonight?” Kenma’s expression became darker as he spoke. This was a phrase you had heard many times before: it started with a pair of handcuffs, then a blindfold, toys… He called this sort of thing ‘playing,’ and when Kenma was in the mood to play, you knew you were in for a rough night.

You folded your arms over your chest, pressing your breasts together as you leaned over the table slightly. “Would you mind telling me what you have in store for me?” You whispered, smiling. You normally liked to wait until the moment of to find out what Kenma had planned, but the way he had started to shift in his seat made you way too curious to wait.

“I think we had talked about this before… and this might be a little weird, so stop me if it’s too much…” You noticed a blush forming on Kenma’s cheeks as he looked for the right way to phrase his sentence. Whatever he had in store must have been questionable, even for him. Your heart swelled as you wondered what it could possibly be, and you could feel a slight warmness emanating from your panties.

“You remember my friend… Kuroo, right?” His eyes started to dart around, then settled on the glass of wine in front of him. “You know, the guy with that messy black hair who always used to come over. I went to his place last weekend, as you know… and we got to talking about you.”

Kenma nervously brushed his hair behind his ear as he continued. You had never seen him like this before. Sure, he was nervous to talk to other people freely, but when it came to the bedroom, he always had exuded a straightforward attitude.

“So, he thinks you’re really pretty… and well, I started thinking about how nice it might be for… him to play with us tonight…”

Your eyes widened. Tetsurō Kuroo, one of Kenma’s only friends. That man had always piqued your curiosity. He was tall, way taller than Kenma, and handsome as hell. You couldn’t help but be drawn to his witty humor and his confident exterior. You had shared a few… weird moments with him: once, you were preparing another drink for yourself at the bar in your apartment. Kuroo had come to grab some more soda to add to his beverage. Instead of alerting you that he was there, he just reached from behind you, enveloping you in a way that if you were to turn around, you’d be face first in his chest. Then, when he was done, he momentarily placed his hand on your waist before stalking away. You knew he was a touchy man, flirtatious even, but now that you were racking your brain, maybe he had been coming onto you…?

“Do you not want to?” Kenma’s question snapped you out of your current train of thought. You shook your head, saying, “No, no, I think it would be fun… it’s just, would that make things weird between you two?”

“Hmmm.” Kenma played with his fingers, face looking deep in thought. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve actually wanted to do this sort of thing for awhile now.”

Well, shit. The thought of you being with Kenma and his tall, brooding friend made your head spin. Two bodies on top of your own, licking, kissing, nibbling, giving you double the pleasure as you’re used to. Sure, it might make things weird, but you’d be damned if you said that doing this wouldn’t be super hot. You smiled at Kenma, eyes twinkling. He immediately seemed to relax, expression changing into his normal unemotive face. You knew this look all too well. Cold, analytical. Kenma loved observing your every move and expression when you two were ‘playing.’ He knew exactly what buttons to press in order to have you a squirting, sniveling mess by the end of the night. You just knew from his face that tonight would be no different.

__________________________________________________________________________

You were on the bed, knees drawn up to your chest. A beautiful, intricate lace lingerie set that Kenma had picked out hugged your breasts and ass. You had poured yourself a glass of red wine the second you and your boyfriend arrived home from dinner, to ease your nerves a bit. Now, your head was spinning and you were nervous as hell. As you sat on the bed, candle flames sitting around you licking the air, you could hear soft rain pelting the window. You sighed heavily, trying to think about how this was going to go down. Your heart dropped when you heard a ring coming from the front door. You heard Kenma pad to the entrance, opening your door to what could only be your second partner for the night. Some low chatter started to emerge from your living room, and suddenly, Kuroo’s loud, boisterous laugh erupted through the walls. God, just how long were you going to have to sit here like this?! Kenma had mentioned that he wanted to share a drink with his friend before coming in, to ease the tension and hopefully make things go smoother. So there you waited, desperately trying to understand what was being said on the other side of the wall. After what seemed like forever, you heard two pairs of footsteps approaching the door. You froze, eyes widening. Shit, shit, what the hell am I DOING?! You thought as someone quietly knocked on the door. “Babe?” You heard Kenma whisper from the other side.

“Yeah, come in.” You said before even thinking about it. Crap.

The door opened. Kuroo stood behind Kenma, smiling slyly as he took the view in. There you were, sitting right in the middle of the bed, blush creeping all over your cheeks.

“Hey, y/n” Kuroo smiled as he and Kenma sauntered in. “How are you doing?”

Why does this sound like a normal conversation?! This is so awkward. “Oh, uh, I’m good,” You stammered, clearly nervous. Kuroo gently set down the drink he had in his hand. Kenma eyed you up and down, obviously liking the set he had picked out for you. He padded over to the bed and leaned in, tucking his dark hair behind his ear. He whispered into your ear, ”Be a good little slut for us, okay?” The tone in which he said that had you thinking about the consequences if you were to act out of line. Kenma stared into your eyes for a few moments before standing back up and walking away.  “Babe, why don’t you stand up and show Kuroo your body. No need to be shy.”

You did as he said, scooting towards the end of the bed and slowly getting up. You had to look up to meet Kuroo’s gaze, with him now standing directly in front of you. The flirty look in his eyes faded as he started to blush. It was at that moment that you realized he was probably just as nervous as you were. That thought helped you ease up a bit as Kuroo moved to cup your cheek with his hand. Kenma sauntered over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down in it, legs crossed. Quizzically, he looked at the two of you.

After what seemed like a while, you boyfriend stifled a breathy laugh. You had almost forgotten he was there, since you had been taking in Kuroo’s expressions. “What are you two doing? Kiss her, idiot.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.” Kuroo brushed some hair aside from your face and lifted your chin with his other hand. There’s a gentle pressure against your lips as your eyes flutter shut. Kuroo was being loving and kind. No tongue, no biting, just a pure and romantic kiss. You knew this wouldn’t satisfy your boyfriend. As if on cue, Kenma clicked his tongue. “Jesus, Kuroo. Is this your first kiss or something? Do it like we talked about...”

Something came over Kuroo as he pulled you by the back of your head, fingers raking through your hair. His kisses were more desperate and sloppy this time. You felt your lips part as his tongue made its way in between them. He started to bite your lower lip roughly, harder than Kenma ever had. Moaning into his kiss, you felt his hands start to touch and feel around your body. Kuroo had big, calloused hands.  His touch was less gentle and less calculating than your boyfriend’s, and you found yourself intoxicated by this new feeling. Kuroo started to suck on your neck, your head rolling back. He was biting, hard. It hurt, but you wanted more. While Kuroo was kissing and working his way down to your collarbone, you glanced over to Kenma, who was still perched on the large armchair, now rubbing himself over his pants. He had a dark look on his face - was it jealousy? You weren’t sure - you’d never seen him look at you like that.

“What are you looking at?” Kenma snapped, “Now why don’t you be a good girl and help Kuroo take your little outfit off.”

You hadn’t even noticed Kuroo tugging at the straps of your lingerie. He grabbed you and pulled you tight, your head against his chest. He reached behind you and started to undo the hooks from the back. You couldn’t even move to help him. Before you knew it, your lacy bodice had fluttered to the ground and you were now topless. Kuroo wasted no time, getting on his knees so that he was eye-level with your chest. Then, using both of his hands and that sultry tongue, he started to worship your breasts like no one had ever done before. Squeezing them, biting them - it was like he had never gotten to play with a girl’s chest. The licking and sucking sounds were so dirty, you couldn’t help but to squirm a bit. You felt a warm pool of wetness form in your panties, and you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. At this point, Kuroo was sucking on one nipple, using his right hand to pinch and play with the other. You felt so weird, having another man touch you like this, yet glancing over to Kenma and seeing him enjoy himself gave you the reassurance you needed. Your boyfriend’s pants were on the ground now, and he was gripping his hard cock with his hand, stroking up and down slowly.

“Good. Kuroo, I think she likes you. Why don’t you see what she tastes like.”

With a low grunt, Kuroo stood up again and then roughly pushed you onto the bed. He started to slip your panties down before pausing to read your face. You gave him a small smile and a quick nod. He pulled them down your legs and then pushed them apart, looking at your now very wet, glistening pussy. You cringed a bit, embarrassed to have another man looking at you like this. But Kuroo didn’t even bat an eyelash before shoving his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy. His tongue was rough, but precise as it toyed with your swollen clit. You gasped and threw your head back, lost in pleasure as he devoured you.

“Flip her over.”

Kuroo wordlessly did as he was told, grabbing your waist and flipping you to be on your knees, your ass in the air. You could feel his hot breath on your entrance as he peppered kisses on your ass. Suddenly, his large hand came down on your left cheek, causing you to moan. Both his hands palmed your ass, and then spread open your cheeks. You arched your back as he suddenly attacked with his tongue. Now from behind, it felt even better as you couldn’t see what was going on. He lapped his tongue up your slit, then teased your asshole. “God, you taste just as good as I thought you would,” He said, and the vibrations those words caused sent you over the edge. You were a mess now, moaning and bunching up the sheets in your hands.

“Kuroo. Shut her up.” You heard Kenma snap from the corner. You glanced over, and he was now stroking his cock faster, toes starting to curl. Suddenly, Kuroo’s hand came down on your ass again, stinging even harder this time. He then reached around to cover your mouth with his hand, pulling back until your head was thrown back. You wanted to scream, to yell out as he roughly shoved two fingers through your slit. But nothing came out of your throat, and you were helpless as your boyfriend’s best friend started to pump his finger in and out. You felt completely vulnerable to the orchestrations of your sadistic boyfriend and his friend, and it was almost too much to handle.

“I want you to fuck her until she starts crying.” You heard Kenma breathe almost quietly from the corner, ending his demand with a small groan. He must’ve been close, and you wanted him more than anything. Kuroo’s fingers left you, leaving you feeling empty. You hadn’t even realized until they pulled out that you had been extremely close to cumming all over Kuroo’s digits. Your pussy started to ache at the lack of touch. Kuroo flipped you over yet again, and you met his gaze. He was blushing, hard; his eyes glazed over and dark. “God, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time, y/n.” He growled, slipping down his underwear to expose his huge, throbbing cock, “Aren’t I a lucky man, to have a best friend who lets me fuck his slutty girlfriend like this.” You squealed as he bent over to force his hand around your throat. And without any warning, you felt his cock stretching open your pussy, making its way inside. He slowly sank it in, groaning as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, damnit…” Kuroo sighed as he slowly pulled his hips back, then snapped them forward. It was too much: Kenma was gifted with a nice, long cock, but you hadn’t felt anything like this before. Tears started to form at the corners of your eyes as you took him in. The sting of his entry eventually melted into pure pleasure and fullness as he plowed into you mercilessly, swinging your legs over his shoulders. “You like that, kitten? Yeah? Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well.” His voice lowered as he towered over you, “I want to come inside you, make you mine, hah. Kenma would kill me though…”

“I would do what?”

Kenma suddenly appeared right next to Kuroo, dark expression and jealousy written all over his face. Kuroo looked like his soul left his body for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and resumed slamming his cock into you, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Kenma walked around to the side of the bed and caressed your face. “You look so fucked out, doll. My pretty girl can’t handle Kuroo’s cock, so I guess she doesn’t deserve mine.”

Kuroo’s hand left your throat completely, though he hadn’t been putting much pressure on it since Kenma appeared out of thin air. You sputtered, tears still prickling the corners of your eyes. “Kenma, no, please, I want you, no, I need you. Please, god…” You were messy, moaning loudly and cheeks bright pink. And you were needy. You wanted, no, needed more than anything for Kenma to help you reach your climax before his friend did. But no such thing happened; a sharp sound cracked as Kenma slapped you swiftly across the cheek. “What did I tell you to call me when we were playing? Try again.”

“Fuck--” Your tears were rolling down your cheeks now. Kuroo was roughly slamming right into your g-spot over and over again now, causing a warm, tingly sensation to build up in your core. “Please… please, I need you, sir…”

Kenma smirked a little, and you glanced down at his cock, which was now throbbing and dripping with precum. He placed his hand on your cheek, gently this time, letting his thumb wander into your mouth. You sucked on it and licked it, desperate to replace his thumb with his cock. “I’ll take good care of you now,” he whispered.

Kuroo got the hint and he pulled out of you, cock now slick with your juices. One more time, he effortlessly flipped you over to be back on your knees before walking over to the other side of the bed. Kenma replaced his friend behind you, watching your hole as it twitched and clenched around nothing. You grew embarrassed and impatient, whimpering softly as you waited for something to happen. Kuroo climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of you, cock swinging right by your face. He grabbed it with his hand and slapped your cheek with it a couple of times, chuckling devilishly. “I love seeing you like this,” he grinned before looking behind you at your boyfriend. He gave a slight nod.

It happened so quickly you didn’t have any time to react. As Kuroo slid his cock between your lips, Kenma was doing the same to your entrance. In one swift motion, you went from feeling empty to having both your mouth and your pussy stuffed. You gagged at the sudden intrusion, mascara now running down your face. “Fuck…” Kuroo groaned, head thrown back.

Now, Kenma wasn’t as big as Kuroo was. But your boyfriend easily managed to throw you over the edge by using intricate thrusts timed with his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. It was enough to make the coil from within you snap, and you moaned deeply, sending vibrations up and down Kuroo’s cock. Your fluids came rushing out all over Kenma’s cock as your hole twitched and clamped around him. Your eyes were now rolling into the back of your head, and you were helpless as Kuroo continued to thrust into your mouth, fingers grappling your hair and pushing your head deeper. Kenma soon followed after you, grabbing your ass so hard it left a mark as he shot cum deep inside you, letting out one long, drawn-out moan. 

The slapping sounds of Kenma’s cock against your ass stopped as he pulled out, but your gagging noises and Kuroo’s groans now filled the room. He was mercilessly shoving his cock as far back as it could go, slamming it against the back of your throat, over and over again. Just as you were about to throw in the towel and push Kuroo off of you, you could feel his cock stiffen as hot liquid shot down into your throat. “Fuck, fuck, oh…” Kuroo froze as he rode out his high, eyes fluttering shut. He pulled out in one swift motion, leaving you coughing and sputtering. You rolled over on the bed and laid there on your back. 

Kenma coolly went to go put on his pants and then draw a bath, acting as if nothing had happened. Aftercare wasn’t really his strong suit, so you were shocked to feel two large arms scoop you up as Kuroo started to carry you towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, princess,” he smirked, gently setting you down in the bathtub. Kenma sauntered in, leaning down to pepper your forehead with kisses. “You did so well, babe. I’m so proud of you.” You looked up at the two men standing by the tub. Smiling, you said, “So, does someone want to put on a movie or something?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Kuroo laughed as he paced out of the room to have first dibs on picking out the movie for the night. Kenma once again kneeled down beside the tub, expression warm and filled with contentment. “I love you so much, y/n. Thank you for doing this.” Reaching out of the tub to grab his hand and lace it into your own, you said, “Of course, of course. Let’s do this again sometime.”

Rain continued to pelt the window outside as the three of you curled up to watch a scary movie. You fell asleep in Kenma’s arms, and in that moment, everyone in the room was reminded that no matter what, you were his, and he was yours.

[babbushka]

Hello my darling Mrs. Zimmerman! I can't think of anything juicy but may I please request some uninterrupted alone time with Clyde after the babies are asleep? I'm craving some fluff. ❤ Love you!

You’re finishing up loading the dishes into the dishwasher when he notices your shoulder saggin’ a lil too much for his own peace of mind. It’s dark, and dinner was a success, the kiddos well fed and bathed and tucked into bed, their rambunctious energy finally having worn out. It was now just you and Clyde, in the big cozy kitchen, the last of the dishes that had been abandoned after dinner finally getting put away.

You’d gotten a new job and it was really taking a toll on ya, that was plain for anyone to see. He worries about ya, always a worrier, your Clyde. He’s worryin’ now, when he sees the way you roll your neck and shoulders, trying to get some of the tension out of ‘em.

“Darlin’ why don’t you come over here a while?” He says from his spot leaning against the counter. He’s mixin’ up something sweet for you, a little concoction that ain’t gonna get you too buzzed, just warm and relaxed enough to let go some of that stress you carry on with you.

You dry your hands off and slowly make your way over to your husband, plant your face directly into his chest. He winds his arms around you, hugs you close there in the kitchen, kisses the top of your head real gentle like. Your hands clasp around him, and the two of you hug, just hug, for what feels like an eternity.

He don’t mind, not one bit, he ain’t ever lettin’ you go.

“I’m so tired.” You complain into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, the handsome button downs he wears for work all chucked away into the laundry basket, replaced with soft worn down sleep clothes. He only kisses your temple, squeezes you tight but not too tight, and encourages your chin to tip up and look at him.

“I know sweetheart I know.” He says, pets your hair down with his hand, before picking up the small glass of the sweet drink he’d made for you, hands it to you with a, “But, the lil rascals are asleep, and it’s just you an’ me, and I think that warrants a lil somethin’ special.”

There’s a playful look in his eye when he says it and you’re suspicious of what he means – in the best way possible.

“Oh does it now?” You ask, taking the glass from him and clinking it with the one he picks up right after, frustrated for half a second that he don’t got two hands to hold ‘em both.

You both take a swig and the pleasant warmth from the alcohol already spreads through your body, already makes you hum happily, and you abandon the glasses as Clyde leads you to the bedroom. 

“Mhm, let me love on ya.” He says, his hand skimming your back, moving lower and lower to cop a feel of your ass, give it a nice gentle squeeze that has you giggling. He pulls your top up and over your head, and with a cheeky little smile he whispers, “You don’t gotta do nothin’, just lie back and let me make ya feel good.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice to get into bed, and when you do let yourself fall down onto the freshly washed sheets, you aren’t anticipating Clyde to flip you onto your stomach and crowd up behind you, that hand of his pushing and kneading soothing circles on your back and shoulder.

“Clyde – oh.” You melt into a puddle of relaxation, noticing randomly that there are candles lit. Clyde must’ve lit ‘em when he went to put the kids in bed, and you take in a deep breath of the aroma of lavender and vanilla that fills the air as he massages you.

“You’re the best woman I’ve ever seen, look at ya.” Clyde says so so so softly, making your cheeks heat up, “God damn darlin’, you’re so stunnin’ I just had to get my hand on ya.”

“Clyde stop it.” You tease, not wanting him to stop it one bit.

“No way in hell angel, no way.” He rolls the meat of your shoulder in his hand so expertly, that you’re practically groaning just from the feeling of sweet relief. But he’s not done there, not done yet, not with the way he leans down to press kisses up and down your spine, makes your back tingle just from the sensations of it all, “I’m gonna tell ya all the things I love about ya, appreciate about ya.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum playfully, rolling around so that you’re on your back, looking up at him as you open your arms for him to snuggle against you.

“Ye-up.” He drawls out, those shy dimples of his making an appearance.

“Okay but on one condition.” You smile, feeling so utterly relaxed and in love that you can’t fight it – don’t want to fight it.

“Mhm and what’s that?” Clyde asks, letting the tips of his fingers trace your cheek, brush soft and sweet up and down your face.

“You gotta kiss me first.” You say, and oh, Clyde thinks, that he can do.

That, he can do.

[magniloquent-raven]

Ooh for your prompts: Fluffy Elmax sleepover with cuddling for #16 pls :') xoxox

i had such a good time writing this omg thank you!!! tho there’s a couple bits that threaten to be angst because im physically incapable of writing pure fluff lmao. it’s just tiny bits tho. just a smidge.

also, because s4 isn’t out yet i uh. kinda just did a time skip but didn’t rly change anything about how s3 left off? i know we know hopper’s alive but like. i guess he’s just still in russia in this fic LMAO rip. don’t think about it too hard

posted on ao3 as well :)

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Max’s watch timer beeps obnoxiously again. 8:36. El’s late. She hits snooze.

“When’s your friend supposed to be here, sweetie?”

“Soon, mom. You know, you and Neil don’t have to wait up.” They do this every time. Like Max isn’t almost seventeen and perfectly capable of being alone in her own damn house for five minutes. At this rate they’re going to be late for whatever thing it is they’re going to, and Neil will be even more of a bitch than usual.

Her mom glances over at him. He’s sitting in his armchair looking surly, checking his watch pointedly. Asshole.

“Well…I don’t think—”

Max hears a car pull up out front. “Oh, thank fuck,” she mutters, turning on her heel and marching out to greet the Byers’.

Joyce climbs out of the passenger seat as Max strides across the lawn. “Max, honey!” she waves, grinning bright, “How are you?” There’s always a…tone to how she asks that. Questions lurking under the surface that they don’t talk about. It makes Max’s insides all squirmy thinking about it, though she is on some level grateful for the concern.

Max stands on the curb, tugging on her earring. A habit by now. It’s both a comfort and a reminder. She got one hell of a lecture the day she came out of the bathroom with blood running down her neck and a safety pin in her earlobe, but she didn’t regret it for a second.

El slides out of the driver’s seat, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Max watches her stand and adjust her shirt. She always looked good in yellow. “I’m good,” Max responds after a beat, and it’s honest for once.

The door behind her creaks. Probably her mom and Neil coming out of the house, hopefully to leave, finally. She doesn’t turn around, just steps into Joyce’s waiting arms and presses her face into her shoulder. Max is taller than her now, by a couple inches, so it hurts her neck a little, but it’s worth it.

Will’s still tucked away in the backseat, peering through the window, Max waves at him when she peeks up over Joyce’s shoulder.

Then El distracts her. “Your hair,” she says, gently tugging on a lock behind her ear. Max steps back from Joyce, and runs a hand through it, cheeks pink. Three years ago she’d hacked off all her hair with a pocket-knife, woke up the morning of Billy’s funeral with strands still stuck to her neck, locks hanging ragged across her forehead. Her mother had thrown a fit.

“Yeah, I cut it again,” Max says, like that wasn’t obvious. She’d let it grow out uneven and messy for a while, but she broke out the scissors again about a month ago. It’s neater than her last haircut, but not by much.

El’s hand is in Max’s hair again, dangerously close to her face. Max’s knees wobble a little.

“Bitchin’,” she says solemnly, after a few seconds of consideration.  

Max’s grin is blinding.

Her mother cuts in, before she can respond, gives her the usual talk about staying in the house and making sure she’s got her emergency numbers memorized. Then she bids them all a hasty, distracted goodbye. Her mom was never very comfortable about the Byers’. Probably something about Joyce’s too-knowing gaze, or the fact that El glares daggers at Neil every time he’s within range.

She’s doing it now. Watching him get into his truck with a quiet rage in her eyes. Joyce puts a hand on her elbow, and it doesn’t move until Neil’s truck has turned the corner at the end of the street.

“We should get going,” Joyce says, checking her watch. “Will wanted to be at Claudia’s an hour ago but we got caught up at Mike’s house, and, well, you know how it is,” she flutters her hands, approximating a shrug.

She hugs El goodbye, then pulls Max in for another one. “Call us if you need anything,” she says, pulling back and putting her hands on Max’s shoulders. That sad glint is in her eye again, and Max knows the offer extends beyond tonight.

“Thanks, Joyce, we will.”

By the time she’s taken the corner at the end of Cherry Lane Max’s watch is beeping again.

El glances down at it, a pinch between her eyebrows. “…Was that for me?”

“Uh.”

The confusion melts off her face, replaced by a cheeky grin. “It was!”

Max shuts the alarm off, cheeks burning. “Why were you guys at Mike’s for so long?” she asks. eager to change the subject. If the guys are meeting up at Dustin’s the delay wasn’t because Will and Mike were catching up, and, well, Mike and El’s relationship is…of interest to Max. For reasons.

El purses her lips. It’s a face that tells Max they’re gonna need to be sitting and cozy for this conversation because it’s gonna be a long one. So, she links their arms and pulls her inside.

An hour later they’re huddled under a throw blanket on the couch. El is giggling, face in her hands, and Max is wheezing around a mouthful of skittles.

“Oh, that’s so not funny,” she chokes out, trying not to spew candy everywhere, which brings about a fresh wave of laughter. El’s shoulders are shaking, brushing against Max’s and making her warm all over. God damn, she’s missed this.

“Then why are you laughing,” El replies, poking her side and smiling from ear-to-ear.

She’s beautiful, Max thinks. Her braid is half-undone, letting her hair curl around her face in gentle waves, and her eyes are bright. She looks happy, and Max holds on to that, keeps it all for herself because she did that, she made that happen. She might not have everything she wants from El, but she’ll take whatever she can get. Whatever El wants to give. And sometimes just her smiles are enough, enough to make Max’s chest constrict and her heart glow, because for now, she’s happy too.

She laughs again, in leu of a response. How can she not, when she feels so light she could float away, high on the soft strawberry scent of El’s shampoo and the way her cheek dimples when she grins. But she can’t say that, so she says, “Because it’s Mike,” and pokes El right back. “I’m legally obligated to laugh at his misfortune.”

They have a complicated friendship, which mostly boils down to her being willing to bail him out when he’s in shit, but only if she gets to make fun of him while she does it.

El wrinkles her nose a little, but her smile doesn’t dim, “You two are weird.”

She’s pretty sure it used to bother El, how much Mike and Max fought. Max can’t help but wonder if they’d have gotten along better if she wasn’t in love with his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Because she’d dumped him for good this time. Four months ago, apparently, though Mike was, until a few hours ago, under the impression it was temporary.

Max almost feels bad for him. Except she doesn’t. Apparently, he was a dick about the whole thing, so at least she has a solid reason not to.

“You love us,” Max scoffs. El may have broken up with Mike, but she’ll always love him in some way or another.

El’s expression softens, turns fond and sweet. She’s thinking about Mike, Max is sure, but the smile is still directed as her. Small victories. “I do,” she says quietly.

They order a pizza after that, and watch movies into the wee hours of the morning. By 3am Max’s throat is raw, and her stomach hurts from laughing (and too much pizza). It’s the most fun she’s had in a while. The Byers’ don’t visit as often as any of them would like.

Max isn’t even tired, but El’s head has been dropping onto her shoulder on and off for the past hour so she suggests they call it a night.

She knows that when the boys sleep over at each other’s houses they’ll take the floor, or the couch in the basement, anything but actually sharing a bed. As El wraps an arm around her waist and snuggles up with her under the blankets, Max takes a moment to wonder if that would be better or worse than this.

It always seemed so miserable to Max, how much boys have to limit themselves.  

But also…well, it might be easier sometimes. She wouldn’t have to deal with wanting things she shouldn’t want because El would be over there, and not right up in her space, hands warm and breath tickling Max’s ear. This is different than sitting thigh-to-thigh on the couch, it blurs the line more, and it’s the ambiguity that’s driving Max crazy.

She wasn’t tired before, but she’s wide-awake now.

Time creeps by strangely this late at night. Max isn’t sure how long she lays there, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm her pounding heart. El’s breath is steady, quiet, and her eyes are closed. Max is sure she’s asleep, she was so tired before.

Before she can stop herself her hand creeps up, brushes a strand of hair from El’s face.

Moonlit, she’s ethereal. There’s always been something otherworldly about El, with her big, dark eyes, always watching, boring holes into you with their intensity. Shadows play across her cheek, and Max tracks them for a while, absurdly jealous of moonlight.

She traces patterns on El’s forearm, the one resting on Max’s stomach, keeping her touch light so as not to wake her.

More time passes, and Max’s head feels heavy with sleep that won’t come. She’s groggy, leaning back but unable to keep her eyes closed.

She starts talking. Whispering. Remembering the times she read Wonder Woman comics to El until she fell asleep, and hoping, somewhere in her foggy brain, that it might work on herself too.

“You know… I always knew we’d be good friends. The second I heard your name I wanted to know you,” she murmurs, and draws a star on El’s wrist. “Didn’t know how badly I wanted until I saw you though. You were terrifying, and I loved it. And now…” Her eyes slide closed as she thinks. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful. Everything about you. And I love you…more than I should.” She sighs, sits in silence and cards her fingers through El’s hair. It’s getting so long.  

El’s hand closes around her wrist.

Max’s eyes fly open, and she stills, heart pounding. “Uh.” El’s eyes are open, looking up at her, she’s awake, she’s awake, oh fuck– “Um. Did—did I wake you up, I’m—sorry if I woke you—”

“It’s okay.” The corners of her mouth turn up, slow and careful, “I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Oh.” Is all Max can manage, staring down at El with wide eyes, waiting for her to…do something. Max’s palms are sweating. She doesn’t know what to expect.

El moves her hand, puts Max’s palm against her cheek and shuffles forward until they’re nose to nose.

“Oh.”

She tastes like toothpaste and kiwi lip balm, and kisses as sweetly as she smiles. Her hands end up in Max’s hair, fingers gentle but demanding, guiding her forward. If Max wasn’t already laying down, she’d need to be because her knees are jelly.

“Oh,” El echoes when she pulls back, laughter in her voice. She presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Max’s mouth, careful and deliberate. Then her expression softens, sobers. “I was jealous of you. At first. Didn’t…know what it was. Know why. So, I ignored you. And… I’m sorry.”

Max shakes her head, “Ancient history. It’s okay.”

“No, I,” El stops, furrows her brow, “You were so happy. Free. I wanted that. And then, then you helped me have that. So. Thank you.” She cups Max’s face, fingertips tracing along her cheekbone, and Max’s heart sings. “And I love you too.”

They kiss again, and Max decides that El sleeping on the floor would’ve been a terrible idea.

[innesmaciver]

Mummy & Her Chicks

Innes smooths down the front of his sharply creased plaid work shirt, straightens the ID at the end of the lanyard around his neck, levels his glasses, and steals a look at his reflection in the glass beside the door. With a bit of frown, he straightens a few errant bits of his recently-trimmed fringe.

There.

Fig. 1. View from the MacIver home farm, Isle of Harris.

Both his natural bits and his glamor look neat and professional, if he does say so himself. And so he does say as he gives himself a hearty mental pat on the back.

From Innes’ padded right shoulder, Punky runs a red paw tipped with golden yellow claws over his scaly head and collar of short spikes. The little dragon, looking like a housecat-sized version of the great beasts of myth, cheeps a question in his bird-like voice.

“Aye, you are indeed the most handsome bloke in the whole of Glasgow.”

Punky sits up straight, posture perfect, spreads his wings, and gives them a brief rattle.

Innes chuckles. “Now that we’re properly chuffed, it’s time to get to work.”

Punky stomp-stomp-claps his forepaws as he tucks his leathery wings down to his back.

“That’s the spirit! Now: the job!” Innes raps his most professional rap on the black-painted door and waits.

That door—set into the front of an imposing red brick house on a rather posh street in a very nice section of south Glasgow, one of those houses that has big gardens front and rear shaded by mature trees, the sort of house Innes and Punky could never afford in even their wildest dreams—swings open on a sparkling, red-haired person in their mid-twenties.

Innes double-takes them and squeaks (most unprofessionally; he cringes internally), “Cherish?”

She blinks blue eyes at him a moment, her brow furrowed as she searches her memory. “Innes? The same little Innes from Paisley I used to babysit?”

He smiles across the now-vanished height difference. “Not quite so little now, yeah?”

“Oh my god! It is you! C’mere!” Cherish lifts him clear off his feet and hugs the air from his lungs.

Punky squawks nervously, digging in his claws to keep his perch; to be perfectly frank, Innes squawks, too.

Cherish sets him down and pushes him away, but keeps hold of his shoulders as she drags her eyes from his toes to his crown. “You’ve sure grown up handsome!”

“It’s been twelve years, yeah?” Innes shifts his feet in their heavy work boots, cheeks warming, and strokes along Punky’s neck to calm them both.

“Good lord, it’s been that long?”

“It has.”

Cherish smacks her forehead with her open palm. “Where’re my manners? Come in, come in!” She waves him into the close with both hands.

Innes hops over the threshold and resettles the bright new wicker capture basket over his arm on landing.

“You went and did it, huh?” grins Cherish.

Innes tilts his head. “Did what?”

“Got yourself a breathing dragon. Became a proper MacIver like I said you should.”

“Oh, that. Aye, that I did.” He grins. “That’d be why I’m here, after all.”

“Lucky for us! Follow me to the trouble!” Cherish twirls to march deeper into the house.

“Lead on, ma’am.”

Cherish snaps one-hundred-eighty degrees around and Innes barely avoids crashing full-frontal into her.

Punky digs his claws into Innes’ shoulder and squawks afresh.

“Ugh! Don’t you dare call me that!” Cherish scolds.

Innes takes another step back and gestures for calm. “It’s polite?”

“No no no! You always call a woman ‘miss’ until she corrects you. Flatters her ego.”

Innes files that away. “I’ll be sure to do that from now on.”

“Good.” Cherish softens and smirks a tad. “Take it you haven’t been a working man long?”

“I’ve been an apprentice for a couple years, but this’s my first call flying solo, actually.”

“And you drew our house?”

Innes glances about the tastefully decorated foyer. “Certainly looks that way.”

Cherish smacks his arm, totally playful. “This is so awesome! Little Innes is all grown up and has a dragon familiar!” Cherish skips up a flight of carpeted stairs past a window glimmering with colorful stained glass as Innes pursues. “What’s your pretty friend’s name? He’s a lesser Hebridean, yeah?” she asks.

The dragon puffs up, sings a bouncy little tune.

“This’s Punky. He’s technically my partner, not a familiar, and yes, he’s a lesser Hebridean, but he thinks he’s actually Freddie Mercury.”

“He’s got a lovely voice, but can he play the piano?”

Innes looks to Punky.

Punky looks to Innes and gives his best shrug: a brief, fluttery flex of his wings.

“We’ll have to find out after we take care of whatever I’m here for.”

“That’d be in here.” Cherish steps from a long hallway into an expansive bedroom decorated in soothing greens and blues, complete with a giant bed and what looks like a working fireplace.

Faint scraping and cheeping reaches Innes through the masonry. He steps closer to it and prompts, “They’re in the chimney?”

Cherish crosses her arms and frowns at the fireplace. “They’re in the chimney and they’re raising a ruckus all day, which keeps my da awake. He’s slowly going mad with lack of sleep.”

“That’s not ideal.” Innes scratches the back of his head, poking Cherish’s childhood descriptions of her father back into the depths of his memory. “You … you think it’s dragons instead of birds because …?”

“Because I saw one of the little scaly bleeders crawling into there from the roof. With what looked like a mouthful of sparrow.”

“That’s likely a dragon.”

“You think?”

Innes shrugs. “It could be a very confused and unhealthy squirrel.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Not at all. You didn’t meet Chompers, the Terror of Harris.” Innes shakes head as he fits the red and blue lenses of the x-ray specs over his glasses.

“You’ll have to tell me about that someday,” Cherish laughs.

“If I ever have another free moment. The boss’s promising to run me ragged.”

Cherish pulls an exaggerated pout. “I haven’t seen you for yonks and here you are promising to disappear again.”

“I, I never disappeared. Went from Paisley to Mount Floridon and Loch Tay, then Harris, and now here with a job to do. Always been in the directory.”

Cherish beams reassurance like sunshine. “I mean I let us fall out of touch, but we’re living in the same city again and we absolutely have to catch up, aye?”

“Aye,” says Innes, smiling relief. He takes a deep breath and turns his attention to the brickwork.

The magic bound to the x-ray specs reduces the structure of fireplace, chimney, and wall to a greenish mist, revealing three fingerling dragon chicks curled up under the wing of an adult the size of a crow nestled in the throat of the flue.

“And the verdict is?” prompts Cherish.

“There’s a nest of boomers, complete with mum, in there.”

“Great. Scaly pigeons.”

“Don’t hate on them too much, yeah? I wouldn’t have this dream job without their special sort of nuisance.”

Cherish snorts a laugh. “You know why they call them ‘boomers,’ right?”

“I’ve heard a few versions of the tale. What’s yours?”

“Because the damned things always come back like bloody boomerangs.”

“That’s a new one on me.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. Been running in different sorts of circles, apparently.” Innes returns the colored specs to their case on his toolbelt and pulls on his dragon-skin gloves, then crouches, eases Punky to the floor—”Down you go, buddy.”—and folds the fire screen aside. After a bit of twisting, he gets his top half into the fireplace, his spine braced against the back wall.

“What do you see?”

“Absolutely nothing. It’s black as midnight in here.”

“Need a torch?”

“Naw. I can make my own. Let there be light!”

The tight space fills with a sourceless golden glow.

“You must save a fortune on batteries.”

Innes hums agreement as he scopes the situation. The spot he’s in is barely wider than his shoulders, coated with soot, and sealed at the top by a hinged metal plate.

“So how do we get them out?” Cherish leaves the barest beat. “Is it magic? Please say it’s magic.”

“I’m actually thinking more along the lines of opening the damper a tad and scooping them out.”

“Aww ….”

“This job isn’t always the stuff of legends.”

“Says the man making like Santa Claus.”

“Fitting, seeing as I’m about to deliver you some presents.”

Cherish laughs again.

“Would you be so kind as to open my basket, nudge it closer, and work the damper? Open it maybe halfway?”

“Got it!”

A bit of scuffing and something bumps Innes’ foot.

“Ready?” calls Cherish.

“Ready!”

A metallic grinding, some scraping, and somethings soft and scaly bounce off Innes’ nose—

“What the—” Innes sneezes himself down hard onto the grate.

—and emit tiny chick-cheeps from his lap, along with pricking his thighs with needle claws.

Innes spits feathers, says—

Leathery wings batter his face and chest, then retreat and—

A yank at his belt, then—

Cherish squeals, then laughs.

—Punky shrieks his absolute indignation.

—an adult boomer peeps an interrogative at a relative distance.

—nothing, but coughs out even more feathers and spits into the ashes. He cradles the baby boomers close to prevent escape and uses his free hand to scrape yet another pillow’s worth of feathers from behind his glasses.

“Are you all right?” giggles Cherish.

“I’m a bit down in the mouth—”

Cherish groans.

“—but unharmed. Never heard of a dragon hoarding feathers like this, though.”

“It’s not hoarding. She wanted her chicks warm and cozy. Isn’t that right, mummy?”

Another questioning chirp arrives in answer.

Innes nestles the chicks in his basket, then wiggles his way out of the fireplace to stand on the hearth. He pushes up his glasses, clears his eyes with his cuff, and blinks. “You caught her?”

“Yep!” Cherish holds up the utterly confused adult female boomer trapped in her hands, lightly iridescent gray-blue wings pinned and legs and tail dangling immobile. “Snagged her right out of the air! Even little Freddie missed her!”

Innes smiles down at Punky. “Next time I’ll let you off your lead first.”

Punky sniffs approval, but some sulk remains in his posture.

“I’ll take her off your hands.” Innes opens his.

“Here you go.”

Innes takes a solid hold of the now rather miffed dragon—who looks overall like a cross between Punky and a small iguana—pours her into the basket with her chicks, and locks the lid behind her. “Suppose … suppose I’ll have to give you a discount for that.”

Cherish pouts, hands on hips. “I wasn’t already getting one?”

Punky leaps onto Innes’ shoulder, shakes his wings into alignment, then drapes himself around Innes’ neck.

“The discount’s for family only.” Innes straightens up with basket in hand.

“I’m almost family?”

“You babysat me twelve years—”

“The fuck’s all the noise?” growls the person who slumps against the doorframe, the one who resembles Cherish in age and face and coloration enough to be her sibling. They haven’t gotten sleep or sun in much too long, if their surprising dead pale skin and the dark half-moons under their eyes are any indication.

“Hi, Da! Did we wake you?” asks Cherish, absolutely chipper.

Mr. Lennon glares perfect exasperation at her. “I’m fucking sleepwalking, of course. And sleep-talking.” He looks to Innes, blinks a couple of times and says, “You catch them, MacIver?”

“I caught the mum!” sings Cherish, peering around Innes, “and he got the three itty-bitty babies!”

Mr. Lennon grunts and shuffles into the room. “No. You’re not keeping them.”

“But, Da!”

“No. Dragons.”

“They’ll actually be happier on the outskirts than in the city like this,” adds Innes.

Cherish gives him a dark look. “Whose side are you on?”

“That’d be the dragon’s side, where he should be and stay,” says Mr. Lennon. “Now, Mr. MacIver, do everyone a favor and take those little noisemakers away so I can get some bloody fucking sleep already.”

“But, the mess?” Innes gestures to the feathers, soot, and ashes dotted across what looks like an antique rug. “I’m to—”

Mr. Lennon waves dismissal, then herds Cherish and Innes into the hall. “I’ll have the cleaners see to it when they’re in tomorrow.”

“Oh. Thank you, sir.”

Mr. Lennon inclines his head and slams the bedroom door in their faces.

Innes and Punky blink rapidly.

A deadbolt clunks home.

“He is such a grump,” sighs Cherish.

Innes gathers his scattered wits while waves a hand over his clothes, evaporating the smudges and down they’ve collected. “How long’s it been since he’s had proper sleep?”

“Maybe a week.”

“Poor soul, no wonder he’s a tad short on patience.”

“That’s no excuse for that kind of rudeness.”

“Perhaps, but it’s as near to one as I can think of.”

Cherish huffs. “Can you stay for a cuppa?”

“Unfortunately not. I have to drop this lot off at headquarters, then be on to my next call.”

“Aww ….”

“There’s no rest for the wicked.” Innes gives her a winning smile.

“You? Wicked? Puh-lease.”

“I’m only starting out. Give it time.”

“Never! You’re one of the good guys!”

Innes laughs along. “Guilty, I suppose.”

  ++++++++++

Image credit: Chris Downer. Urgha: view along the Laxdale Lochs. Image file (.jpg). 15 August 2012. CC BY-SA 2.0. https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3283041

[astralkoo]

Beautifully Misfit 3

SERIES: Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 7.18k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): strong language, little kids being douchebags, angst, wetting bc Tae’s an excitable lil baby ;(, Jungkookie’s speech is still developing, Jimin being a nearsighted angel

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii, iii, iv (coming soon)

A/N; sooo someone mentioned a tag list on my last post and I’ll be starting one! let me know if you’d like to be added! thanks for reading!! and yes. taehyung has his mullet. deal with it.

You were nervous.

But the good kind of nervous.

Standing outside of Taehyung’s door with Hoseok, you felt your heart thudding in your chest.

“Tae…” Hoseok’s knuckles connected gently with the large white door, “I have someone here that would like to meet you.”

There was a quiet shuffling, and then the door was being pulled open. You swear to fuck your heart did a triple backflip at the sight of him. How had you not noticed how beautiful he was before?

He had this beautiful honey skin, free of any blemishes or flaws aside from a faint scar near the round curve of his chin and two adorable freckles, one on the tip of his nose and the other hidden beneath his dark bottom lashes. His cheeks were full and tinted by a faint pink color, matching that of his pouty lips. His eyes were these dark pools of melted chocolate, sparking faintly as he peered through his thick eyelashes. His dark slightly wavy hair was just long enough to form a slight mullet.

Now, on any other person literally in the entire universe you would probably have been repulsed. But on the boy standing in front of you—… oOooOh. It was honestly kind of unfair. The adorable set of dark ears peeking out of his locks and the fluffy tail flicking behind him only added to his precious appearance.

“Hobi!” The hybrid cheered excitedly, launching himself at your guide and wrapping him up in what looked to be a smothering hug. You’d never seen someone so excited to see someone they’d been talking to not ten minutes earlier.

Hoseok only laughed, patting the canine’s back.

“What’re ya doin’ here? I thought I was on punishment? Am I not in trouble any more? That’d be real great because I don’t quite like bein’ in trouble— who’s this?” The hyperactive hybrid’s attention was suddenly directed towards you.

“This is y/n, she asked to meet you.”

You offered a soft smile and a rather coy wave.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in what appeared to be utter disbelief, blinking slowly. “M–me? You wanted to meet me?”

“Of course I did, I saw you and you were just too adorable to resist,” you teased, giving him a lopsided smile.

Flirting was kind of a defense mechanism for you. That and cursing. And drinking. And pretending that you live in a on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere where no one can talk to you, annoy you, or distract you from doing absolutely nothing. But that last one’s just a distant fantasy.

His face blossomed a deep crimson, his ears flopping and his tail tucking between his thighs. He quickly slapped his hands over his rosy cheeks, whimpering, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” over and again to himself as he desperately fanned his face.

“D–did I say something wrong?” You murmured to Hoseok worriedly.

He only chuckled and shook his head. “No, don’t worry, Tae just isn’t used to being complimented by such pretty girls, isn’t that right, Tae?” The canine let out a sound of agreement, nodding quickly.

“You’re very pretty,” he blurted loudly, staring at you with massive shining eyes.

You laughed softly, feeling your own face between to jump up a few degrees at his bluntness. “Well, thank you, Taehyung.”

“You can call me Tae if you want! All my friends call me Tae,” his booming voice quickly quieted towards the end of his statement as a shy smile touched upon his lips. How much fucking cuter can he get, Jesus H. Christ have mercy, you silently fawned, biting at the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from lunging at him and wrapping him up in the kind of hug that would protect him from all the evil in the world and never letting go.

“Alright, Tae. My name’s y/n,” you grinned, holding yourself from spitting out the cheesy pick up line that dangled on the tip of your tongue.

“Tae do you mind if we come in?” Hoseok chimed up, gesturing towards his room.

Taehyung quickly shook his head and to your surprise grabbed your hand and eagerly began tugging you into his room.

It was small, but the cozy kind of small. There wasn’t much else beside a bed, bedside table, and a few toys scattered around. What caught your eye most were the many colorful stuffed animals piled up on his bed. It was child like and innocent, and you felt the maternal instinct in you begin to stir impatiently.

“I–it’s a little messy, I’m sorry,” he apologized, ears lowering.

“It’s fine, really! My room is ten times worse than this,” You admitted with a soft chuckle.

That much was true. Just because you had your own house didn’t mean that you were anywhere near responsible enough to keep it clean. In fact, the only time it’s actually tidy is when your aunt comes over and reprimands you for living in a pigsty and— being the clean freak that she is— cleans up the place. While yelling at you, of course.

Taehyung giggles, tail flicking behind him. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve got clothes all over the place, not to mention all of the toys,” you spoke in an exaggerated voice. That last bit about the toys might’ve been a tiny white lie. They were all still boxed up, neatly packed together in the closet of what had previously been your storage room, but would now act as a bedroom for your new hybrid.

His entire body seemed to straighten out, ears raising to their full height while his tails wagging rapidly sped up.

“Toys?” He repeated, eyes getting all wide and shiny. There was a bit of a whine to his voice, his lips beginning to tremble in excitement. You hummed, nodding slowly as a grin touched your features. “Lots of ’em?”

“Too many to count,” you chimed.

This time, the whine that reverberated in his throat was loud and desperate. His tail thumped against the outside of his thighs with each heavy swing.

“What kinds?” He pressed, practically squirming in place.

“All kinds! Sticks, stuffed animals, balls, squeaky toys—”

“Squeaky toys!” He shrieked, quite literally leaping a foot into the air. At this point, his tail was whirling around faster than helicopter blades, and his body was physically vibrating with the raw excitement coursing through his veins.

“Tae, calm down before you—” Hoseok began to warn, stepping forward quickly, eyes wide and worried. But his warning was too little too late. All at once, Taehyung froze, a pathetic whimper leaving his suddenly pouting lips as his cheeks were doused in bright shades of pink and his eyes brimmed with glistening tears.

It took a lowered glance at the slowly darkening crotch of his pants to realize what you had just witness occur.

You blinked, surprised. “Oh shit.”

Within seconds, Taehyung had broken into sobs, collapsing into a crouching position, hands tucked between his thighs in an attempt to hide his little accident from your shocked gaze.

“Tae,” Hoseok sighed, lowering himself at the wailing hybrid’s side, soothing stroking his back, “it’s okay, it was just an accident.”

But his consoling words fell on deaf ears as the puppy howled hopelessly, “s–she ha–hates me n–now! She–she’s dis–disgusted by m–m–me!” Upon hearing his words, you hurriedly shook yourself out of your state of shock and rushed to his side. Dropping to your knees, you began to quickly shake your head.

“No! No, I don’t hate you at all, Tae. I promise, I’m not upset with you in the least!”

“B–but I’m disgusting!” He insisted, words unsteady and strained between gasping cries.

“You’re not disgusting at all, please don’t think that. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have gotten you so riled up,” you cooed, hands instinctively going to cup his warm cheeks, thumbing away salty tears from his drenched skin. He whimpered, nuzzling his face into your palms and inhaling deeply. Noticing he wasn’t going to reply, you continued, “one little accident isn’t going to change the way I look at you okay? You don’t have to feel embarrassed or ashamed, I’ll never judge you.”

He was silent for a moment, his big teary eyes shimmering with hope as he stared up at you.

“P–promise?”

Oh shit, there goes your heart again doing those fuckin’ gymnastics tricks.

His voice was so meek and uncertain, yet singed with sanguine.

You could see it now.

How broken he was. The truth shone in his eyes like a god damn lighthouse.

The distrust in his mind, yet the longing to believe your words in his heart. He knew he’d be making himself vulnerable once again if he trusted you. And once he opened up his heart to you, there was no going back. You could chew him up and spit him into the gutter and he’d still come crawling back to you.

He needed you to prove to him that you weren’t going to break his heart like all the others. That you wouldn’t throw him to the curb and abandon him like those in his past. It made you angry to think that someone could be so heartless as to desert this tender hearted boy when he had put his faith into them. How could anyone have toyed with his innocent heart?

You were suddenly filled with determination. The determination to mend his broken heart. To prove to him that you weren’t like his past owners. You would never abandon him. Never bring harm to him.

In a bold gesture, you leaned forward and pressing a feathery kiss to his forehead. He whined softly, eyes fluttering at the unexpected but very welcome show of affection.

“I promise.”

“D–does this mean…” he swallowed anxiously, “you’re… adopting me?”

You paused for dramatic effect.

“Bold of you to assume there’s even the slightest chance that I wouldn’t.”

You could he was about to launch himself at you from the massive boxy grin that ripped itself across his features and how his legs shifted beneath him, but Hoseok was quick to subdue the excitable pup with a gentle shoulder hold. “Woah, lets not get over excited again, Tae. Why don’t you go get washed up and changed, alright?” Taehyung blushed, having realizing his near mistake.

“Okay! I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!” He cried out over his shoulder and he scrambled into what you assumed to be a connected bathroom, not able to calm the smile that had his round cheeks aching. You also couldn’t rid your lips of a smile as you watched him go. It was only then that you felt the thundering of your euphoric heart, and the rush of adrenaline in your veins ease up.

“Holy shit,” you whipped around to face Hoseok, “I’m adopting a hybrid.”

Hoseok snickered at your astonished expression, nodding in confirmation. “Indeed you are. You like him?”

“Like him? Are you crazy? I love him, he’s so fucking cute it’s not even funny. Not to mention a total sweetheart. He’s perfect.” You retorted, hands swinging around for emphasis.

“I’m glad you think so,” he laughed, standing up, “come on, I’ve got some paperwork you’ll need to fill out.”

“But he said to wait,” you blinked up at him as he offered you a hand, which you took and rose to your feet. You didn’t want to leave Taehyung already. But Hoseok shook his head with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry. He’ll catch up as soon as he’s done. I don’t doubt he’s already committed your scent to memory.”

You laughed in surprise, “wonderful.”

He guided you out of Taehyung’s room, and you followed despite your initial hesitation. The sooner you finished the paperwork, the sooner you’d be able to bring him home with you. And good god did you want to take him home with you as soon as humanly possible.

“There are probably a few things you should know about Taehyung,” he cleared his throat, glancing over at you as you made your way down the hallway. You gave him your full attention, nodding for him to continue. “First of all, accidents like that aren’t too uncommon for him. He has a tendency to have accidents when he gets too excited or scared, just as a forewarning. That doesn’t… affect your decision… does it?”

“Of course not! Everyone has their little quirks,” you reassured with a dismissive wave. He let out a breath of relief before continuing.

“Secondly, I might’ve mentioned earlier that he’s been in and out of homes since he was little. Nine to be exact.” Your eyes widened. He’s been in nine homes? And not a one of them stuck? “None of them could handle him properly. And several were abusive.”

“No.” You breathed in horror, feeling a knot for in the pit of your stomach. But Hoseok only nodded solemnly. “I would have never guessed with how upbeat he is.”

“I was surprised, too. But the truth is in his scars. I think he has tried to block that part of his life out instead of facing it. But sometimes, it can all come back to him in an instant. He’s had several panic attacks while in our care, and a few while in homes. He once bit the man who adopted him during one of his fits, bad enough that he had to get stitches.” He explained carefully.

“Does he have specific triggers?”

“I know of a few. Cigarettes, fire, chains, certain words and names can get him sometimes as well. There should be more information in his file.”

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t that you were second guessing this adoption, not in the least. But you were scared. How could you not be? What if you accidentally triggered a panic attack? What if he hurt himself? What if he hurt you? What if—

“What can I do?” You asked, “if he has a panic attack, what can I do?”

“Help him to breathe properly, that’s most important. He would most likely start hyperventilating and you’ll have to guide him. Reassure him that you’re there. His stuffed animals calm him down pretty quick, too. Just don’t smother him, don’t try to hug him or grab him in any way because he will lash out. Doing that would just make him feel cornered.” You nodded, taking in the information as thoroughly as you could, muttering to yourself to make notes of everything he just said.

“Hopefully, if you’re careful and understanding and good to him, you won’t have to worry about one occurring. He’ll be okay. It’s scary, but I can tell you’ll be able to handle it.”

You cocked a brow. “How can you tell?”

He smiled lightly to himself, simply shrugging with a knowing glint in his eyes. You narrowed your own eyes at him, but just as you were about to question him further, something like a brick wall slammed into you.

“What the fuck—!” you cursed loudly as the air was knocked from your lungs, sending you stumbling backwards. But whatever had rammed into your chest swiftly maneuvered itself behind you, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.

“Jeon Jungkook! Get back here this instant you mutant bunny!” A furious Latina came storming into the hall, soaked from head to toe, with what looked to be soap suds in her dark wavy hair. Her tan face was flushed with an angry crimson, lips pulled into a snarl that had even you cowering under her glare. You felt a harsh tug at the back of your shirt then sent you stumbling into something large, firm, and warm.

There was the unmistakable sound of growling and snorting by your ear. Okay. What the fuck is happening.

“Ms. Navarro, what happened?” Hoseok gasped at her disheveled state.

“That rabbit happened!” She sneered, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Raising your brows, you pointed a finger first at your own chest (receiving a deadpan look from the woman) before throwing a thumb over your shoulder at whatever was making low grunting noises in your ear.

“What’d he do this time?” Hoseok sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I was trying to get him to take his stupid bath because he’s beginning to stink up the place and he threw me into the tub, fully dressed!” She hissed, before beginning to spew out livid profanities in a Spanish.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok groaned, shooting a disapproving look in the rabbit’s direction, “why would you do that to Ms. Navarro? She was only trying to help you.”

“Bath bad. Don’t want it.” He hissed, the grip he had on the back of you shirt tightening, effectively drawing you even closer to him.

Shit, was it bad that this is the most intimate you’ve been with a guy in a hot minute? You almost snorted out loud at the thought, but stifled it in fear of being reprimanded by the short, yet admittedly terrifying woman standing before you.

“No, bath good for stinky bunnies like you,” She retorted sharply, hands curling into tight fists as the rabbit hybrid stuck his tongue out tauntingly before ducking down behind you. “Why you little—” Hoseok was quick to jump in as she began to storm over to where you stood, effectively scaring the piss out of you.

“Ms. Navarro, why don’t you let me deal with Jungkook, okay? You know how he can get. You can go dry off and get into some new clothes, is that alright?” His voice was like the calm in a hurricane, and the fury seemed to melt from her features within seconds.

She gave a short nod of agreement, shooting one last look of disdain in Jungkook’s direction before turning and stomping off, muttering something about giving him a right whooping with her chancla. When she vanished from sight, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, body deflating.

Placing your palm flat against your chest and feeling the thunderous beating of your heart, you turned to Hoseok with wide eyes. “Well wasn’t she just a ball of sunshine and rainbows.”

He let out a laugh. “That was Ms. Navarro. She’s like the mother figure around here, always keeping everyone in their place. She can be very sweet, believe it or not.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” you grinned playfully. You heard a soft chuckle from behind you, and it was only then that you recalled that there was a bunny hybrid latched onto the back of your shirt. Swiveling your head around, you cocked a curious brow in his direction.

You don’t know exactly what you were expecting him to look like, but it sure as hell wasn’t a large, muscular boy with a face that bore an incredible resemblance to his animalistic half and two proud, brown ears sprouting from his messy dark locks of hair.

“God damn,” you muttered to yourself. His ears twitched in recognition of your words, head tilting adorably in confusion. “Jungkook the mutant bunny, I presume?”

He nodded, staring into your soul with big black sparkling eyes.

“Not much of a talker, huh?”

He nodded, blinking slowly.

“Ah, Jungkookie don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Hoseok spoke up, giving the hybrid a look stare.

The bunny stood up straight all of a sudden, hand shooting out in front of him as a look of determination graced his features. “Name Jeon Kookie, twenty year old, rex bunny. Nice meet.”

You stared at him blankly, pondering if it would be possible to fit him in your pocket and bring him home with you right then and there.

Jesus fuck he was adorable.

When you realized he was still waiting for you to shaking his hand, you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kookie. My name’s Y/n,” you smiled up at him, gently sliding your hand into his. It was warm but rough, knuckles covered in scabs and bruises. “Jeez, how’d you get these, huh?”

“Jungkookie can be a little clumsy at times, can’t you, bud?” Hoseok chuckled with a fond shake of his head.

“Kookie plays rough.” The bunny hummed honestly, tapping the back of his hand.

You snorted, “yeah, I can see that— whaaat are you doing.”

The hybrid had unexpectedly leaned forward as you were speaking, getting incredibly close to your face. Close enough that the tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours. Speaking of his nose– it was twitching in a ridiculously bunny–like manner, lips puckering in concentration as his brows furrowed.

“Smells nice. Kookie like.”

“Jungkook, what have I told you about sniffing strangers.” Hoseok scolded him like mother scolded her child for snagging a piece of candy from a convenience store without paying.

The large bunny turned to Hoseok with a faint pout on his lips. “Might not like.”

“That’s right, so you have to ask first.”

Jungkook stared at you unblinkingly, ears twitching forward, “can Kookie sniff?”

Your eyes flashed over the Hoseok, and he must’ve easily picked up on the uncertainty in your eyes. “Smelling helps him determine if you are a potential friend, and assures him that you aren’t a threat. It’s more of a comfort thing for Jungkook, he feels more at ease around people once he knows their scent,” he explained softly, while the bunny awaited your response.

“Uh— I, um… sure, I suppose?” You managed through your confusion, clearing your throat as your voice cracked.

Despite having given him your permission to sniff you— you still yelped in surprise as he buried his nose in the crook of you neck, inhaling deeply. A deep groan vibrated on your skin, making your entire body go rigid, eyes all but popping out of their sockets. Scratch what you said earlier. This was by far the most intimate encounter you’ve had with a man in the past few months– er, years, but who’s counting?

A loud gasp snapped your mind right out of the gutter, your wide eyes easily spotting where it had come from. Taehyung stood at the end of the hall, absolute horror shining in his eyes at the scene laid out before him.

“No! Shoo, bunny! Mine, she’s my owner,” Taehyung shrieked, waving his arms around while rushing to your side and frantically trying to shoo the rabbit off.

The bunny blinked at the puppy hybrid before a cheeky smile graced his features and he turned to you, possessively wrapping his arms around your neck and tugging you into his large body.

“Kookie’s.”

“No! Bad bunny, she already said she’s adopting me, you can’t have her,” Taehyung whined loudly, glaring hard at the larger hybrid.

“Kookie’s.”

“Oh my god.” Your words were strained as the bunny squeezed you hard enough to have your ribcage constricting. Any tighter and he’d pop something out of place.

“Y/n! Tell him! You’re taking me home, not him, you said so!” Taehyung insisted, trying to reach you, only to be bumped to the side as Jungkook maneuvered his body to block the other hybrid.

“Kookie’s now.”

A forlorn howl erupted from Taehyung’s throat, his head tossing back as his knees crumpled beneath him.

You desperately looked towards Hoseok for help, having absolutely no clue what to do in the current situation. Your first time in a hybrid shelter and you’ve managed to break an innocent puppy’s heart and nearly get crushed to death by a gigantic rabbit hybrid.

“Jungkook, Taehyung, that’s enough! You are obviously overwhelming her, please show some consideration,” Hoseok voice boomed in the hallway as he scolded the two hybrids, “Jungkook, let go of her immediately. Taehyung, get off the floor.”

The bunny slowly let his arms drop, taking a sheepish step away from you. Taehyung bit his lip in embarrassment as he pushed himself up, shuffling on his feet. You were surprised at how easily they complied to Hoseok’s demand, especially having seen how Jungkook acting around Ms. Navarro. They must really respect him. Or were mildly terrified of him. Either or seemed fathomable.

“Thank you. Now please go to the common area for a little while and allow y/n to make a decision without you two hounding her and making it more stressful than it already is.”

Taehyung let out a weak protesting whine, only to slump in defeat at the pointed look he received from Hoseok. As both disappeared down the hall, you turned to look at Hoseok, distraught and confused. “What in the actual fucking hell just happened?”

He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, “well… you see… it would seem that Jungkook has also taking a liking to you.”

“So?”

“So… he wants you to adopt him as well.”

Holy mother of shitness.

Two hybrids? Wanted you to adopt them? You? Why? You’re probably— scratch that, definitely the least qualified person in this entire building to be owning two hybrids. So how the fuck did this happen?

“What do I do?” You asked, desperation seeping into your words.

“Well, you can either choose one…” you had a presentiment of the or that was about to come from his mouth, “or…,” there it is, “you could adopt both.”

“B–both?” You sputtered, damn near choking on air at the suggestion. You owning two hybrids? You owning two hybrids… a puppy and a bunny… they would definitely make the house feel a lot less lonely, that’s for sure. And wasn’t that why you wanted a hybrid in the first place? To rid yourself of the empty, cold feeling of isolation? “Shit, am I crazy for considering it?”

He shrugged, with a quiet chuckle, “only a little. They’re both great hybrids. Both with their… quirks.”

“What’s Jungkook’s deal?” You found yourself curious to learn more about the odd hybrid.

“Jungkook has been here for a two years, just about. His original owners adopted him as a toddler and neglected to teach him basic language skills that young hybrids usually receive from the online courses. He was initially dropped off here because they hadn’t expected him to get so big. It is unusual for a bunny hybrid to reach his height and weight. And he just hasn’t been adopted since. When people are looking for rabbit hybrids, the majority are looking for something small and cute and cuddly. He’s just… not what they’d expect.”

You frowned. “Why are people so shitty.”

“I ask myself that everyday! Working here comes with its perks, but it also makes you realize just how messed up some people are.”

You unfortunately didn’t doubt that for a moment.

Getting one hybrid was a big enough change in and of itself, but two? Could you handle it? Probably not. Would you end up losing your mind before the age of thirty? Most likely. Were you crazy enough to do it anyway?

Yes. Yes you were.

“Alright. I’ve made my decision,” you clapped your hands together loudly, grinning up at Hoseok.

“Already?” He blinked in surprise at how quickly you were able to make up your mind.

“Yup!”

“Who?”

“Both.”

“B–both?” He sputtered in disbelief that you’d actually listened to him, expression mirroring the one you had work earlier. Snickering softly, you nodded. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle it? Taking on two hybrids is a big responsibility. Especially hybrids like Jungkook and Taehyung.”

“Are you trying to dissuade me, Jung Hoseok?”

“No! No, not at all! I just don’t want you to take both home, then realize that you’re not able to handle both of them and end up bringing one or both of them back—” Hoseok let out a yelp of surprise as you took an abrupt step towards him, staring him dead in the eyes.

“I would never do that to either of them. I’m mature enough to know what I can and cannot handle. And if I knew I wouldn’t be able to love those boys the way they deserve to be love then I wouldn’t even be considering taking them in. I’m not some ignorant kid looking for a play thing to enjoy them throw away when I get bored. Like you said earlier… I’m looking for a family. And something about those boys tells me that they’re the perfect fit.”

“Ding, Ding, Ding! Right answer.” He grinned, patting you on the shoulder before smoothly stepping around you and trotting down the hall, “now let’s go adopt you some hybrids.”

You scoffed in amused disbelief upon realizing that that entire little conversation was a set up. “Clever, Jung Hoseok. Real clever,” you chuckled, trailing behind him. He guided you back to the front desk, grabbing all of the paperwork that needed to be filled out in order for the hybrids to legally become yours. The entire way, you couldn’t shake the smile so big that it was making your cheeks ache.

This was crazy, absolutely crazy. Adopting two of the cutest hybrids you’d ever seen in your life in one day… you were definitely questioning your own sanity. But Namjoon said that he’d always be there to help when you needed it. It wasn’t like you were going into this alone, which you were more than just grateful for.

You wondered about every possible thing that came to mind as you filled out the paperwork, page by page, reading over every line with scrutinizing eyes. Most of it was just legal stuff, who would be their vet and such. You’d already gone over most of it with Namjoon in the nights prior to actually coming here so it wasn’t difficult to recall.

Somewhere between the lines you heard a commotion. A group of three teenaged boys (couldn’t be more than thirteen years old) had walked into the shelter, laughing loudly and shoving one another. But their rowdiness quieted as they caught both your and Hoseok’s suspecting gazes, smiling innocently and waving. You got a bad vibe from them, but you tried to focus on finishing the paperwork as Hoseok (begrudgingly) asked what he could help them with.

After another ten some minutes, you reached the last page, brows raising as you read over the last line.

Hybrid’s signature of approval, it read. A faint smile touched your lips.

Hoseok, who’d returned from showing the group to where the hybrids were, must’ve seen the look on your face because he tapped the desk, drawing your attention back to him. “Ready?” You jumped out of your seat, nodding rapidly. He smiled happily at your enthusiasm, nodding towards the door, “let’s go get ‘em.”

By the time you reached the familiar door, your body was buzzing with excitement. All the hybrids had to do was write their signature of approval and they’d be yours.

But unfortunately, they weren’t the first people to catch your attention when the door swung open. In fact, it was the same group of boys as earlier, huddled together in a corner, jeering at a cowering hybrid who was weakly begging them to stop.

“Yah! Get away from him immediately.”

Oooh, Hoseok was maaaad.

The kind of mad where every vein in his neck and forehead was bulging and his face was slowly shifting into fifty shades of red. He stormed over to the group, who now seemed frozen in place at being caught in the act, you following close at his heel. He gathered them up by the backs of their shirts, sharply admonishing them.

“How dare you come in here, into their home, and harass them. How dare you think it’s the least bit acceptable to treat anyone with such disrespect. What will your mothers think about this?” He snarled, glaring eyes jumping from one boy to the next, committing their faces to memory.

“Please don’t call my mom!” One cried out as he dragged them away.

As Hoseok guided the boys out of the room, your eyes flickered back towards the boy. He was crouched against the wall, head tucked into his knees, arms hugging himself with whatever strength remained in his small form. Every few seconds, his body would quiver with what you guessed to be silent sobs. The sight was enough to have your heart shattering into a trillion tiny shards.

Before your mind could ration with your body, your feet were carrying you over to where he sat.

Quietly, you fell to your knees in front of him. He didn’t lift his head, but you knew that he was aware of your presence from the way his small black ears twitched forward, angling themselves attentively in your direction.

“Hello,” you uttered softly, as not to scare him. He was obviously already shaken and deeply upset by what had just occurred and you had no intention of worsening that feeling. When he failed to reply, you continued in that same gentle voice, “are you alright?”

The hybrid scoffed into his arms in disbelief.

You smiled weakly, “stupid question?” He only hummed. “I’m sorry… I’m not great at the whole consoling thing. Kids like that are inconsiderate assholes. Whatever they did or said— don’t believe it, they only want a reaction.”

“But it’s true,” The sharpness of his words caught you off guard, muffled but rigid with hurt and anger, “everything they said was true.”

“What’d they say, hun?” You coaxed carefully, tempted to reach out and touch his hand but knowing that may be crossing a line. He shook his head, burying his face further into the fabric of his sleeves. Sighing, you scooted closer to him, “It’s alright, you can tell me.”

His ears fluttered, as he rolled his neck just enough that he could peek up at you from the corner of his eye, squinting in attempt to get a clear view of your face. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke again.

“They said… that nobody will ever want to adopt me… because I’m just a disgusting smelly animal… and—“ his voice croaked, “and they made fun of my tail.”

Instinctively you tried to glance behind him. But it seemed he’d tucked his tail safely out of sight of prying eyes as the only parts you could make out were soft looking tufts of black.

“Do you mind if I see your tail?”

He went rigid at the request, still feeling the painful aftershocks of insecurity stinging at his heart. He didn’t want to be judged. He didn’t want anyone else to think of him as a disgusting animal, something to be ashamed of. His body language easily portrayed this uncertainty.

But he took the chance nonetheless. Nestling his head down again to prevent himself from seeing your reaction, he rocked forward, his tail smoothly uncurling. The telltale snowy white stripes, split cleanly down the middle by a thick stream of black instantly gave away exactly what species the boy was. Silence followed, and it had him wanting to start balling all over again. But little did he know you weren’t gawking in disgust like so many others had, rather admiring.

“If my opinion counts for anything,” your voice, the soft genuineness of it surprised him, “I think your tail is very pretty. You should be proud of it.”

He didn’t say anything. And you guessed that was the end of your conversation. Saddened, you were about to stand when a small, nearly inaudible mumble came from hybrid.

“What was that?”

He took a deep breath, and lifted his head. You had to suck in a deep breath and hold it to keep yourself from squealing out loud at just how lovely he was. The sweetest brown eyes, wide and glossy and heavily lidded, a pair of the most beautiful lips you’d ever laid eyes on, along with the most squish-able cheeks imaginable; he was utterly breathtaking.

“You really… think it’s pretty?”

A smile touched your lips. “I think it’s beautiful. I think you are beautiful.”

A warm, pink blush illuminated his cheeks. “I’m not beautiful,” he quickly shook his head, but his ears were peeled forward, searching for more praise.

“You’re right, you’re not beautiful,” his face fell, tail dropping, “because beautiful isn’t a strong enough to describe you. You’re gorgeous, stunning, magnificent, ethereal!” He laughed loudly –a bubbly sound that was ridiculously contagious–, pressing his face into the palms of his hands once again. Only this time it wasn’t in shame or humiliation.

“That’s ridiculous…” he giggled.

“It’s the truth!” You insisted, once again tossing your hands around for emphasis. You giggled together, the smile alighting his features one of the prettiest you’d ever seen, and you quickly realized you’d do just about anything to see him smiling like that again.

Ah, shit. Here we go again.

“My name’s Y/n,” you introduced yourself for the fourth time that day, biting back a wide smile as his cheeks tinted pink.

“Jimin…” dear god even his name was pretty.

“Jimin,” you asked softly, “how would you feel about possibly—”

A low whine cut your question short. Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled up to you, the puppy latching onto your arm while the bunny pushed his nose against your cheek, sniffing and nuzzling affectionately.

“I missed you, y/n!” Taehyung whimpered, looking up at you with big shining eyes and a delicate pout. Jungkook hummed in agreement, not bothering to remove his nose from your skin.

“I just saw you,” you giggled, reaching up and gently ruffling his hair. He sighed, pushing into your pets and allowing his eyes to flutter.

“I know, but I still missed you.”

“Choose?” Jungkook impatiently interjected.

“Yes, I did choose.” You nodded, feeling Taehyung tense up at your side, his grip of your tightening tenfold. Jungkook’s ears perked, eyes going wide as he stared at you expectantly. “I chose both of you.”

“B–both of us?” Taehyung reiterated quietly, “you’re taking both of us home with you?”

“Is… is that alright?” 

You suddenly began to feel worried. You’d forgotten to ask them how they would feel living with one another. What if they didn’t want to be one of two hybrids, what if they wanted to be your one and only?

But all concerns were thrown out the window as Taehyung tackled you to the floor with a hug, yipping ecstatically while lathering your face in slobbery licks. You bellowed out laughs as the needy bunny hybrid quickly squirmed his way into the embrace, making soft grinding sounds with his teeth. “Kookie come, too?”

“Kookie come, too,” you confirmed, unable to control the grin that conquered your lips.

The bunny made a noise that prominently resembled that of a cat’s purr, eyes wrinkling at the corners as he smiled contently. You had almost lost yourself in the comfort and warmth the two large bodies of the hybrids were providing you with when you remembered the third sitting not a few feet away. You immediately sat back up, gently nudging the puppy and bunny away from you.

Jimin remained in the same spot, only now he looked deeply disheartened, tail and ears drooping, eyes downcast, lips twisted into a soft frown.

There was absolutely no way in hell that you could leave him here.

What was one more hybrid, huh? How much damage could the adorable little guy really do?

And at this point— fuck it.

“Jimin, would you like to come home with me— with us?”

He seemed taken off guard by the question, blinking rapidly before his face when hard. “I don’t need your pity.” He spat, quickly facing away from you. But you’d already seen the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“It’s not pity. I want you to be part of my family, Jimin.”

“It’ll be fun, Jiminie!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, scrambling over to the skunk hybrid with wide eyes and a wagging tail, “we can play all the time! And– and cuddle! And y/n is real nice; really really nice! We’ll have a home Jiminie! Like we’ve always wanted.”

You guessed the two must be friends from the affection way the hyper puppy nuzzled against the smaller boy affectionately and he didn’t flinch away. “Home…” Jimin murmured softly, with a hint of a smile, “that doesn’t sound so bad, I guess.”

At that very moment, Hoseok came bounding back into the room, immediately making a beeline to where you sat with the hybrids, “Jimin, are you alright? I can’t believe the audacity of kids now a days! Don’t worry, I made sure that they’ll never step foot in this facility again— did I… miss something?”

“I was just asking Jimin if he would like to come home with Jungkook, Taehyung, and I,” you explained with a brief side glance in the skunk hybrid’s direction. He was gnawing at his thick bottom lip, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Hoseok looked at you with wide eyes, as if silently asking ‘anotha one?’ to which you smartly replied with, “go big or go home!”

“In that case, it’s up to Jiminie,” he squatted down beside Jungkook, ruffling the bunny’s hair and smiling softly, “would you like to be adopted by her?”

“Could you–” he cleared his throat as a humming red filtered into his cheeks, “come a little closer? I can’t see very well… and I–I’d like to see your face.”

You cooed softly, heart fluttering at his bashful confession before complying, leaning closer to him. He mirrored you, straining his neck and rapidly blinking his chocolate eyes. Your faces were inches away when suddenly his eyes popped open wide, his entire face becoming a throbbing crimson and he quickly ducked back into himself, curling his tail around his legs.

Shit, were you that hideous that you scared him back into the fetal position?

“A–are you good?” You coughed uncertainly. He nodded rapidly, still hiding his face.

“She’s real pretty right? Like an angel!” Taehyung gleefully squealed, nudging the flustered skunk. Your mouth open and shut quickly, on the verge of objecting when Jimin squeaked weakly, murmuring a shy agreement.

“V–very pretty…”

Queue your blushing cheeks and inability to take a compliment. “Okay, enough of that!” You shot a lighthearted glare in a grinning Taehyung’s direction.

“Jimin come?” Jungkook spoke up, blinking at you with an adorable tilt of his head. Your gaze shifted back to Jimin hopefully. He paused, glancing between the four of you before slowly nodding his head.

“I… I want you to adopt me.”

Taehyung let out a squeal of excitement, launching himself at Jimin as you smiled widely. Jungkook once again weaseled himself into the embrace, large body effectively shielding Jimin’s tiny form from view.

You felt a gentle hand come down on your shoulder, looking over to see an amused Hoseok holding out a slip of paper. It had his number on it and a funny looking winking face. “Good luck with that bunch. Text me if you ever need any help, one hybrid can be handful enough, but three?” He whistled, and you swatted him away with a playful glare. Giggling, he backed off, sending one last fond glance at the cuddling hybrids. “You’ve got this. I believe in you.”

Yeah... you were in for a wild ride.

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Hoodie

Here, have a BakuDeku One-shot cuz i can’t friggin’ sleep-

Warnings - None that I can think of, this is just fluffy gayness okay.

Aged-up characters btw (they like, idk 20 i guess)

“Where’s the fucking milk?”

Izuku blinked, lifting his gaze from where it had been glued to the computer screen the past… three hours? Damn, had he really been working that long? He thought this crime report would only take an hour, tops. Of course he had to add so many details. The greenette sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

“What, Kacchan?”

“The milk. There’s none in the damn fridge.” Katsuki answered, slamming the door to the refrigerator shut. “How am I supposed to make dinner when there’s no milk, huh?”

“I think… I finished it this morning?” Izuku muttered, staring up at the ceiling in thought. God, he was so tired. “Yeah… Forgot to put it on the list… Sorry, Kacchan.” He let out a small yawn, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Katsuki was staring, his eyes narrowed.

They both stared at each other, seconds ticking by. Katsuki was the one to break eye contact first, as he glanced down at the open laptop in front of Izuku. Before he walked over and slapped it shut.

“Wh- Hey! Kacchan, my report-”

“Relax, it saved.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, strolling past the smaller man and towards the door. He began slipping his shoes on, taking one of his sweaters off the rack to search the pockets for his wallet. “We both have the next two days off, ya damn nerd.”

“I… I know that.” Izuku replied, rubbing his arm sheepishly as he watched his boyfriend.

“Then stop working,” Katsuki growled softly, shooting the other male a pointed glare. “And get some fuckin’ rest, already. You look like a shitty zombie, Deku.”

The blonde scoffed when he couldn’t find what he needed in his hoodie, throwing the piece of clothing onto the couch as he stalked down the hall, to the bedroom. He returned moments later, shoving his wallet into his pants pocket as he opened to front door.

“F-fine, but wait, where’re you-”

“The store, obviously.” Katsuki grumbled, glancing back at the freckle faced greenette. “I’ll be back in a bit. And take a fucking shower, you reek.”

With that, the number three hero left the apartment, slamming the door behind him - mostly out of habit than anything else.

Izuku frowned, self consciously lifting his arm to give his pit a quick sniff. His nose scrunched up in response. Okay, yeah, shower. He needed one. Badly. The pro-hero stood from his spot at the table, stretching his arms above his head. His eyes traveled over to Katsuki’s hoodie that he’d thrown to the couch. It was one of Katsuki’s favorites, his go-to hoodie. All black, of course, except for the white skull on the front. Izuku picked it up absentmindedly, rubbing his tired eyes as he made his way down the hall.

He tossed the hoodie onto the bed, fighting the urge to just plop down face first into the mattress. He had to take care of himself first. Just take a quick shower and then he can rest for a bit, until Katsuki came back home and dinner was ready. The man yawned again, stumbling into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and starting the water.

The warmth was nice as it pelted his tense muscles. He hadn’t left that damn table for hours, why did he torture himself like that? Oh well. At least Katsuki was right, they did have the next couple of days off. He should get some proper rest… Otherwise, his boyfriend would probably reprimand him for his unhealthy habits. Again.

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the shower, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It must have been quite a while, though, considering he only got out when the warm water started running out. Izuku sighed, much more relaxed as he exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He got half-dressed, boxers and shorts the first things he tugged on. As he looked for a shirt, though, his eyes wandered over to the hoodie still bundled up on the bed.

Izuku blinked blearily, reaching over and picking up the soft clothing. The greenette smiled slightly, his actions mostly driven by fatigue. He lifted the material to his nose, giving it a small sniff.

Sweet…. Like burnt sugar… like Kacchan.

Izuku giggled a bit, hesitating only for a couple seconds, before pulling the hooded sweater over his head. It was a little big on him, obviously, since Katsuki was still taller. Not to mention, the blonde preferred wearing baggy clothes. The green eyed man pulled the hood up over his head, which covered his eyes a bit, and the sleeves were floppy, which made him giggle a little more. The hoodie was comfortable though… Warm, soft, sweet…

Like Kacchan…

“I’m back, nerd.”

Izuku blinked his eyes open when he heard Katsuki’s voice, and the front door close. The greenette smiled, wandering out of the room to greet his boyfriend. Katsuki was putting the milk and a few extra groceries away when he glanced over, spotting Izuku in the entrance of the kitchen. The blonde’s eyes widened slightly, eyeing the smaller male up and down.

“...The fuck?”

“It’s cozy.” Was Izuku’s simple response. He shrugged nonchalantly, hugging the material closer to himself. “And… a-and it smells like Kacchan…So…”

Katsuki continued to stare, and Izuku giggled when he noticed the tips of Katsuki’s ears and his nose turning a bright red. The number one hero smirked slightly, a mischievous glint in those bright green orbs as he played with the drawstrings of the hoodie.

“What’s wrong, Kacchan…?” he asked softly, tilting his head as he tucked one of strings in between his teeth, chewing softly. Katsuki just turned a brighter shade of red. Izuku giggled again, enjoying the teasing, as he took a couple steps closer - until he was right in front of his boyfriend. “You look a little red, Kacchan…”

“....Fuck.”

Faster than Izuku could process, arms were around him, tugging him up to sit on the countertop and Katsuki was pressed against him. Red irises met green, both alight with fiery emotions.

“You little shit. You should be resting in bed.” Katsuki whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Izuku’s lips. Izuku smirked again, his arms looping around the other male’s neck and tugging him closer, flush against his body.

“Hm? But, Kacchan… I don’t want to be in bed without you.” he pouted. Katsuki growled, closing the distance between with a slightly fierce, hungry kiss. Izuku hummed into the other’s mouth, melting in his arms.

But, before he could kiss back, Katsuki’s lips were gone, and Izuku was being hauled over the blonde’s shoulder as they made their way to the bedroom. Izuku squirmed, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“W-wait, Kacchan! The dinner!”

“Fuck that, I’m not hungry for dinner.” Katsuki growled, kicking the bedroom door open and tossing Izuku gently onto the mattress. “I’m hungry for something else, Deku.”

Izuku swallowed, staring as his boyfriend climbed on top of him, hovering above the smaller man. The greenette smiled bashfully, face flaming with heat.

“O-oh… really?”

“Yep.” Katsuki leaned down, lips brushing against Izuku’s neck, causing the curly haired man to shiver. Izuku’s eyes drifted closed, but snapped open when his neck was attacked.

Not with love bites or kisses, though. With raspberries.

“WHA-chan!” Izuku snorted, bursting into laughter as Katsuki blew raspberries into his sensitive skin. “Th-that- haha! - that tickles! N-no! Gah!”

Katsuki didn’t relent until Izuku was wheezing, tears in his eyes as he continued to giggle softly. The blonde looked down at him with a smile, brushing green curls from the other’s eyes.

“Go to sleep, nerd.” he said, voice so soft and loving that it sent another shiver down Izuku’s spine. “Rest while I make dinner, ‘kay?”

Izuku bit his lip, gently caressing Katsuki’s muscles as he stared up at the fellow pro hero.

“Cuddles.”

“Deku, I gotta make dinner.”

“Cuddles.”

“Zu, seriously-”

Izuku cut off his words with a bruising kiss. When they separated, Katsuki barely stopped himself from chasing after those plump lips.

“I want fucking cuddles.” Izuku stated firmly, and damn did he know exactly how to sway Katsuki’s decisions.

“Fuckin’ fine, ya damn baby.” Katsuki grumbled, easing his weight on top of Izuku, both of them wrapping each other in their arms. Izuku sighed contently, nuzzling his face into those soft, sweet smelling blonde spikes.

Cozy…

Neither of them could stay awake long, when they were wrapped in the comfort of the other.

THE END

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan Imagine ~ Cravings

Summary: Pregnancy is hard, especially when the baby’s keeping you awake all night, but it can be a little easier when you got a husband who gets up in the middle of the night for you to still your cravings with his handmade spaghetti.

This is my entry for @negans-writings writing challenge and my prompt was “hand-made” and it’s set in the non-apocalyptic world. Thank you so much for hosting this challenge, I had a lot fun with this!!

Softly groaning you shifted over the mattress, one hand caressing over your bump, feeling the movements underneath your skin by the tiny hands and feet as you pushed yourself deeper into the pillows. Usually, you loved feeling the motions of your baby, but right now, you just wanted to sleep while your kid seemed to plan something very different for you. It was in the middle of the damn night, that far in that you didn’t even want to look at the clock on the nightstand to not make you feel even worse. And it wasn't even only the exhaustion, your pregnancy cravings had seemed to reach their peak and were only adding up onto your annoyance. God, you wished to have a big portion of Negan’s handmade spaghetti now, with enough of that delicious tomato sauce to almost drown the noodles but unfortunately, the man who could do the dish best was peacefully sleeping next to you and you had no plans of waking him up because of your cravings. He’d already prepared enough weird stuff for you since they had stared, no matter how odd they had been, he deserved the sleep. Of course, you could stand up and get something else, but heaving yourself out of the bed with your six month belly and then getting all active again would make it even harder to fall asleep later. Ugh, this was a big ol’ mess. “Baby?”, you suddenly heard Negan’s voice drowsily mumble, snapping your glance right back to the man by your side who was glancing with sleepy eyes at you. “Sorry for shifting so much”, you mumbled as you sighed quietly, moving closer to his side, right to the spot where you had shifted away earlier to prevent him from waking up ,”The baby won’t stop kicking.” “It’s okay, don’t have classes till midday anyway”, he mumbled as he gave you a sleepy smile,”Don’t ya worry your pretty head.” You nodded softly before a thick yawn escaped your mouth while you moved as much as you could with your bump into his side, nuzzling your head against his chest and into his warmth. Closing your eyes for a moment you hummed softly, right before another kick made you shift until Negan’s large palm placed on your belly. “You gonna calm down now, buddy?”, Negan mumbled, the small grin in his voice audible as his thumb caressed over the thin fabric that covered your skin ,”Now I get bouncing ‘round in there must be one hell of a fuckin’ fun but ya gotta let your mom sleep a little.” “Hmm think they got other plans”, you mumbled with a sleepy chuckle as soon as you felt another kick and glanced from your huddled position up at Negan right as the hunger made your stomach grumble loudly. “Now that wasn’t the baby, was it?”, he chuckled deeply, his drowsy eyes glancing at you while another grin let the corners of his lips curl up. “Nah”, you mumbled, catching his eyes as you let out a little sigh, “I’m hungry too...doesn’t make it all better, huh?” “Whatcha cravin’?”, he asked with a smirk the moment your voice hushed, more tease mixing in his still drowsy voice,”Ice cream on toast again?” “Nah but that was really good tho...”, you mumbled with a soft chuckle that quickly mixed with another yawn before you glanced sheepishly at him, at first unsure if you should tell him. You wanted those spaghetti but hell, you didn’t want him to get going too and lose even more sleep. “Hmm?”, Negan mumbled, raising his brows as he pulled you a little closer while you realized that he would neither stop asking nor would believe you if you’d just mumble anything.  “It’s Spaghetti”, you eventually mumbled, sighing softly as you felt his hand caressing over your bump,“Your Spaghetti.” “Now that will be easy”, he retorted quickly and with a big grin on his lips as he let go of you and instead begun to tuck on his boxer shorts with a deep chuckle. “I didn’t mean that one”,you laughed, shoving his chest with a grin on your face  ,”I crave the ones with tomato sauce.” “Ouch”, he theatrically called out, placing his hand dramatically above his heart on his chest before another low chuckle traveled up his throat as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your temple. “Well then let’s get up”, he mumbled just a second later against your skin, startling you in the first moment as he let go of you and shifted towards the edge of the large bed. “No, that’s why I didn’t tell you right away, you don’t need to stand up for me”, you complained, glancing at him as you crawled closer towards him to pull him back to you in the bed ,”Again.” “Baby, I don’t fuckin mind. We’re awake now anyway and as I said, don’t have shit till midday”, he chuckled as he heft himself up and grinned in the barely lit room at you.  “C’mon, let’s have some midni-”, he stopped, glancing at the clock on his nightstand before looking with a still sleepy but even wider grin at you, “3 am snack.”

The kitchen was lit in soft lights as you found yourself huddled up on the cozy bench by the large window, entangled in a thick blanket and with a cardigan wrapped around your shoulders while you watched Negan stirring in the pan on the oven. The smell of the cooking sauce was slowly beginning to fill the room, the scent of the fruity tomatoes combining with the strong garlic and the tasty spices while you could literally feel your mouth watering. With a soft smile you glanced down at your stomach, tracing and caressing your fingers over the imprints that bumped up here and there before they disappeared again only to appear once more at another spot. The baby had calmed down for a bit when you had made your way down the stairs earlier and had settled onto the bench, but now they seemed to be up and about again, burning the candle at both ends. “Smells good as fuck, huh?”, Negan chuckled as he glanced for a moment over at you with a roguish grin, stirring his sauce a little more as he watched you nodding eagerly. “It does”, you mumbled, slowly standing up as you gave in to the smell that was driving you wild and lured you closer to the stove. “Daddy’s takin’ some good fuckin’ care of his two favorites”, he chuckled the very next moment as his glance wandered from you back to his sauce, making sure that it wasn’t scorching while you tapped closer towards him. “He is”, you said with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around him from behind, hugging him as much as your bump allowed while you buried your nose in the fabric of his shirt and pressed your lips for a small moment against it, “You’re the best.” “You wanna try?”, you heard him ask in the very next moment, pushing you to immediately let your arms fall from his frame and scoot next to him. “Yes!” “Now that was quick”, he laughed, dipping the spoon into the thick sauce before reaching up with it, allowing the intensifying tense to let your mouth water in anticipation. Finally, you wrapped your lips around the wooden spoon, humming as soon as you tasted the delicious handmade sauce that spread over your tongue and seemed to let your tastebuds explode. “Mhmm this is good”, you nearly moaned, watching as Negan’s raised eyebrows narrowed in a teasing manner, his lips beginning to gape open to begin some dirty remarks for sure before you stopped him as you snapped the spoon out of his hands and dipped it back into the sauce a couple more times to get more of the red tastiness. “Baby, if you still want something left for the noodles ya gotta stop now”, he chuckled, his long fingers reaching back to get the spoon back into his hands while you sighed with a little pout but let him take it back. “Don’t ya worry, you two get more in just a little!” And you did, not more than ten minutes later you sat huddled up on the bench again and watched Negan pouring the sauce onto the plates with spaghetti, just as much as your cravings had made you long for before you watched him finally walking over to you. “Oh someone’s excited”, he chuckled, raising his brows suggestively before he placed a fork and the steaming meal in your hands. It took only seconds for you to dig the fork into the noodles, and shove the first load into your mouth with a satisfied hum.  “Thank you”, you mumbled after the felt fourth fork, swallowing thickly and glancing smiling widely at him, watching as he looked with an amused but affectionate glance in his eyes right at you. “Anytime, Sweetheart”, he chuckled, stroking a little tomato-sauce off his salt and pepper stubble before he caressed his hand over your bump with a softer growing grin, “Can’t wait till our kiddo can taste that shit too, might have to wait some more but damn, really wanna see that cute little face when they make a fuckin’ mess outta it.” “They’ll love it, pretty sure of it”, you mumbled as you took another fork full of spaghetti into your mouth before nodding down to your stomach and chuckling softly, “Seemed like they calmed down too, they’re enjoying the stuff they get.” “Oh they better do”, Negan laughed, caressing once more over your stomach before leaning in to peck your lips and pull you a little closer. And as you sunk into his side and nuzzled your head into his skin, the exhaustion that was stuck in your bones wasn’t as present as before but was beating the retreat as pure happiness was settling within you.   You had everything you needed, not only the spaghetti of which you were definitely gonna get a second plate later, but a baby on the way you had wished so long for and a husband by your side who could turn the middle of the night into the best time of the day. You were one sleepy but unbelievably happy woman. You really were.

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“Hot RA Tom” Part II- T.H.

Summary: An early morning fire drill leads to warm cuddles and some ‘official’ business.

Word Count: 1794

Warnings: Complete fluff with one or two swears

a/n: This was a random idea that ironically popped into my head during a fire alarm at 2:00AM. Hope you enjoy :)

All you wanted to do was get some rest. Was that too much to ask? Your residents had been crazy the entire week, having been home for more than a month they were definitely taking advantage of their renewed freedom. Classes had been more stressful than any syllabus week should and you just started a new internship. So, you truly didn’t think that getting some rest was too much to ask for. Especially on a Sunday night. But apparently, the freshmen in your building had a completely different idea as to how Sunday night should go.

You woke up at God knows what time to the fire alarm blaring in your room. Caught in a sleep induced haze you scrambled around your room trying to remember what you needed to do in this situation. You almost went to turn your light on but your sleep-deprived brain made you think that since the fire alarm was on your lights wouldn’t work.

Really good logic there.

Anyway, in your haste to leave the building, you grabbed your throw blanket off the foot of your bed and slid on some slippers. Just barely grabbing your phone and room key, you made it out of the building with a crowd of residents.

You made your way over to the courtyard, standing on a bench to yell at freshmen to move when you’d realized you left your retainer in. There was nowhere for you to put it now so you just let some of the other RA’s do the screaming for now. A few minutes later you saw a groggy Tom make his way out of the building in his sweats and a sweatshirt. He made his way over to you, laughing quietly at the state you were in.

“Are you wearing any pants, Y/N?” he asked, stepping up next to you on the bench. You giggled at that being the first thing he asked before pulling your blanket to reveal your pajama shorts.

“They have llamas on them!” you spoke with a slight lisp due to your retainer. Tom only laughed noticing the retainer around your teeth before continuing to yell at the freshmen to get out of the way. You weren’t standing outside long before you began shaking.

It was 2:00 AM in February, you definitely should have grabbed more than your blanket. Maybe if you were in a more solid state of mind you would have thought to grab your jacket laying on your chair.

Tom noticed you shaking and he moved a little closer to you, wrapping his two arms around you. He moved his hands quickly up and down on your arms in an attempt to warm you up.

“We shouldn’t be out here too much longer, love,” he said, looking around for campus security. They had rushed to the building when the alarm went off and were now presumably looking for the source. These freshmen were really testing their limits though in the limited time they’d been outside.

“Is this a drill?” one kid yelled.

“Drill’s don’t happen at 2 in the fucking morning.” One of the RA’s groaned from beside you causing both you and Tom to chuckle. Soon after, campus security shut off the alarm and the freshmen began moving.

“You can’t go inside yet!” An RA yelled, groans erupting from the mass of residents.

“Yeah, because we want to be out here just as much as you do!” Tom yelled, still rubbing your arm. You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder for some additional warmth. “What time is your first class?” he now asked you.

You looked up at his warm eyes, almost forgetting to answer. “Uh, I have a 9 AM tomorrow.” Tom nodded and then began looking around in all directions. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“Trying to find campus security to see if we can go back in the damn building.” He said when he noticed an officer walking through the courtyard. Tom immediately jumped down from the bench to approach the officer. “Excuse me, are we clear to go back in the building?”

The officer looked around at the mass of people in the courtyard, almost confused as to why everyone was still outside. “Yeah, everything is clear go back inside.” Tom turned toward you, offering a hand so you could jump down from the bench. As soon as the two of you made your way toward the doors, the freshmen quickly followed.

“Thank fuck you asked if we could come back inside! Who knows how long we would have been standing out there for.” You said, shaking off the cold once you got back into the building. Tom chuckled from beside you, walking side by side down your hallway.

“Wanted you to be able to get some sleep before your class tomorrow morning.” He said, stopping in front of your door as you unlocked it. He followed you inside as you quickly kicked off your slippers and jumped back into your bed, cocooned in your blanket.

“mph, I’m so freaking cozy now.” You laughed, moving to plug your phone back in. Tom walked over to your bed, standing beside you. He patted you down, pretending to tuck you in before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“G’night darling, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Your eyes were already closed, having gotten comfy in your bed again you were quickly falling back asleep. You barely heard what Tom had said to you, but you felt his lips on your cheek. You heard his footsteps and then heard the door being opened.

“Wait, Tommy?” you asked, only sitting up slightly in your bed. He turned around, backlit by the hallway lights from the open door. He gave you a confused look before you continued, “Can you stay with me tonight? I’m still cold from outside, I need someone to warm me up.” You smiled goofily.

You know you didn’t need a reason to ask Tom to stay, that he would stay simply because you wanted him there. He chuckled slightly at your excuse anyway before moving to close the door. “Anything for you, love” he smiled.

He left his shoes by the door before placing his sweatshirt neatly on the futon. He quickly took his sweatpants off and placed those with his sweatshirt. You shifted over in your bed, making room for him. He pulled back the comforter before sliding in next to you, immediately warming you up.

“C’mere,” he said, moving his arm around your shoulders. You placed your head on his chest, once again being lulled by the rhythmic beating of his heart. Whether he knew it or not, this boy had your whole heart.

--- You woke up the next morning a little before your alarm, sure to turn it off before it woke Tom up as well. He didn’t have class until later and with the fire alarm happening at such a ridiculous hour you wanted him to get some rest.

You began to slowly make your way out of bed without disturbing Tom but he shifted next to you, tightening his grip around your waist. “Mm, darlin’ don’ leave me” he whined, refusing to open his eyes.

Chuckling you removed his arms from around you and eventually made your way completely out of bed. You placed the covers back on top of Tom, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Sorry bub, I can’t miss class but I’ll be back soon with some breakfast.”

“mm, food. Okay.” His groggy morning voice made it all the more cute as he turned himself back into your bed. You got yourself ready for the day, only throwing on some leggings and a sweatshirt before quickly packing your bag and walking to class.

Sitting through class should have been a form of torture that morning. Not having enough rest was really hitting you hard, making it extremely difficult to focus. Luckily it was only a 50-minute class and it was over before you knew it. You’d quickly made your way to the dining hall to grab some muffins and cereal for you and Tom. You were already looking forward to crawling back in your warm bed.

You made your way back into your room, being sure to be quiet so as not to wake Tom who was most definitely still asleep. Sliding off your shoes and bag, you placed the food on your desk. Tom was cuddled up close to the wall, leaving room for you to slip in next to him. You hugged his back from behind and placed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

You heard him groan and he turned around in your arms, moving his to circle your waist. “Missed you.” He hummed against your lips, leaving soft and sleepy kisses against them.

“You didn’t even know I was gone,” you chuckled. You felt him laugh as well, squeezing you tight as he stretched himself awake. He made to sit up in the bed before noticing the food sitting on your desk.

“What’d you bring me?” he asked in a childlike tone. You rolled your eyes jokingly and quickly made to grab the food from your desk. Tom grabbed one of the muffins, taking a bite out of it. He looked content like there was nowhere he’d rather be in that moment. He held the muffin out to you letting you lean in to take a bite.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Snuggled under the blankets and picking at the food you’d brought. You were content, happy, and overall comfortable at that moment. Eventually, Tom made his way out of bed and threw his clothes back on. You pouted jokingly in your bed not wanting him to leave, but knowing he had to shower and get ready for class.

Before leaving, he made his way over to you, hugging you close to his body. “So, we’ve been on a couple dates now, yeah?” he asked. You looked up at him smiling and nodding lightly. “I was thinking, maybe now’s a good time to make things official? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” You could tell he was nervous because you could feel his heart pounding against your own chest.

“I’d like that” you smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Damn, that was easier than I thought!” Tom replied, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips. He stepped back slightly, loosening his grip from around your waist. “That just means duty with you will be more entertaining.” He replied with a wink.

You giggled, smacking his chest. “Whatever Holland, see you tonight for check-in.” He left with a big smile on his face, winking again before shutting your door softly.