#catch up on sleep at some point hon you do still need it

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*plops down next to Fierce with my switch in hand* planning on staying up late playing Totk after my mom surprise bought it today

I just talked about not being nocturnal, but exceptions can be made 🤣 Have fun!

[realwitchieshit]

Bad Idea, Right?

Summary: Your ex, Melissa, invites you over when you’re out with friends. Despite your better judgement, you go see her.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, implied cheating (kind of?), gender neutral!r but there is one use of the word “girl”, lmk if i should add more! :)

A/N: this fic is inspired by “bad idea, right?” by olivia rodrigo. this is my first fic so i’m sorry if it’s bad. enjoy!

part 2

The beat of the club’s music vibrated throughout your chest as you danced with your friends, the dim lighting making it hard for you to see anything but black silhouettes. This had been one of the only times you’d all been able to go out this month, your friend group having your own things going on. You were pretty tipsy at that point, having thrown back a couple of vodka shots reluctantly.

Despite the booming of the bass, you still felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You pulled it out, looking to see who was calling you. The words DO NOT ANSWER were plastered on your phone screen, the contact name you gave Melissa after you went to see her “just to catch up”. Before you had the chance to scurry off to the bathroom to answer the call, there was a hand on your elbow.

“Girl, do not answer that,” Your friend, Mira, warned, wearing a look of worriedness and sternness.

You watched the phone screen as it turned black, your stomach turned, “I’m just gonna tell her I’m busy…”

“You’re doing so good, babe. Don’t let all that work go to waste.” Mira was right, you hadn’t been alone with Melissa at all in the last month. You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating. Would it really be that bad to call her back and tell her you’re busy?

“I’m just gonna call her back and tell her I’m busy, I swear.” You said, causing Mira to drop your arm and drop her with a look that said “are you serious right now?” She seemed like she wanted to say something but decided against it, instead just shrugging and turning back to the group reluctantly.

You pushed through a sweaty crowd of people to get to the bathroom. Once there, you opened your calling app. You chewed on your thumbnail, second-guessing yourself. This was practically a routine now, Melissa would call you and you would drop everything you were doing to go see her. The only reason the routine had stopped was because the last time you were there, Melissa had rudely woken you up in the morning by throwing your clothes at you. She told you Gary was coming over and you needed to either leave or pretend to be sleeping in her guest room.

Yes, she’s your ex and is actively talking to someone else, but she’s also your coworker. It’s good to be friendly with your coworkers. And besides, can’t two people reconnect?

With that, you clicked on Melissa’s contact and called her. You placed the phone to your ear, still nibbling on your thumbnail. The line rang for a total of two and times before you heard a quiet “hey”.

“Hi, I saw that you called.” You muttered around your nail.

“Yeah, I was gonna ask if you would wanna come over.” There was a beat of silence before she added, “I made some tiramisu for Barb and I have some leftovers.”

Tiramisu. You hadn’t had tiramisu since you and Melissa broke up. You had attempted to make it yourself one night, but you failed miserably. Melissa probably knew that.

“I don’t know, Mel. I don’t think we can keep doing this and I’m–” Before you could say that you’re out with friends, Melissa interrupted you.

“C’mon, hon. It’s just tiramisu, nothin’ else.” Her tone lowered in that way it did when she was trying to sound serious, it made you smile lightly. “Nothin’ else” usually meant Melissa would wait at least five minutes before she began trying to get you into bed, and she would often succeed.

“I’m tipsy.”

“Great, so am I. I’ll order you an Uber.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the bathroom wall. Here we go again.

“I’m… on the way.” With that, you told her where you were and said goodbye.

You went back out onto the dancefloor, finding your group and telling them goodbye, feigning illness. A chorus of “aww”’s and “we have to go out again soon”’s broke out in front of you while Mira looked at you disappointedly while shaking her head slowly. You shot her an apologetic smile and made your way to the exit. You stood outside the club, the late summer night breeze caressing your skin gently.

The ride to Melissa’s house was quiet, the Uber driver having the music set to a quiet volume. When the car pulled up to her neighbor’s driveway, you stepped out and thanked him. You waited until the car was out of your sight before walking down the road to Melissa’s house, just like she’s told you to. Due to the lack of clothing your clubbing outfit included, the once cool breeze made you shiver as you waited for Melissa to open the door.

She opened the door with a shit-eating grin on her face and a glass of wine, making you crack a smile and look down at your shoes. She sidestepped to let you inside, looking you up and down. You ignored her gaze and walked in, enjoying how her house always seemed to be set at the perfect temperature. You walked straight to her kitchen, telling yourself that you would only have a piece and take whatever leftovers she had.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” She asked playfully, earning her a quick glare from you.

“No, I was out with some friends.” You answered, cutting a piece of tiramisu and setting it on the plate you had already gotten from the cabinet.

Melissa’s brows furrowed, “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt your gathering. I could’ve just brought you some on Monday.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t having that much fun, anyway.” You and Melissa both knew that was a lie, when you were out with friends, especially Mira, it was damn near impossible to get you home. Even so, Melissa brushed it off and watched as you moved about the kitchen to get a fork before settling across from her at the island. There was a silence in the room as you ate your tiramisu, a sort of tense silence.

“Well, can I make it up to you? Barb recommended this really good red, so we can sit on the couch and have some wine.” She offered, you gripped your fork tighter.

You were about to tell her no, you really were, but then you looked up at her. She didn’t look different from the last time you saw her, which was yesterday, but your heart still skipped a beat when you looked into those green eyes. It’s like all higher-brain function had stopped abruptly, the voice of reason drowned out by a certain redhead’s voice. You tapped your fork against the plate and looked at your watch. It was still early. Just a glass of wine or two, then you’ll order an Uber and go home.

“Sure. But no funny business.” You pointed your fork at her with a playful smirk.

She raised her hands, “No funny business. Just wine to make up for your lost night.”

A glass of wine turned to two, and two turned into three, and before you knew it Melissa had you laid down on the couch while she kissed down your neck. In this now much more inebriated state, all you could focus on was how Melissa’s lips felt against your skin and how nice her perfume smelled. You felt Melissa’s hands begin fiddling with the button of your shorts and you snapped out of your haze. This is a bad idea, right? This is a seriously terrible, stupid, idiotic idea, right?

“Melissa,” You breathed out. She pulled away from your neck, lifting herself to look at you. She looked breathtaking, her hair falling around her face, her lip gloss smudged, her cheeks lightly flushed from the wine and the makeout session you just shared.

“Yeah?” She asked, her voice just as breathless as yours. It made your heart jump.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

“Bedroom.”

She smirked at you, lifting off the couch and grabbing your hand to pull you with her. She leads you to her room, fingers intertwined. Tomorrow, you’ll be telling your friends that you just tripped and fell into her bed.

[jeridandridge]

For Lovers At Night part 4

You and Melissa go on a real date. Someone catches on to her activities. words: 3454 Previous chapter

A night of pure bliss sends Melissa into the most delightful sleep she’s had in years. Lying tangled between the sheets with you running your fingers through her hair sent her into a spiral when she woke, wondering if everything was actually real. You two had stopped at some point for a break, you leaving the room on wobbly legs to get water and fruit for you both to replenish before coming back to steal kisses and more stories of each others past.

“Hi,” she grumbles out hiding her face in your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous.” You grin not stopping your movements. Waking up to Melissa’s weight against you, the smell of lavender and vanilla gave you a sense of happiness, loneliness you’d felt before melting away. Having been so career driven for so long and not really having family often took a toll on you. But now with Melissa everything was beautiful again. “Sleep good here?”

The redhead stays glued to you, her fingers moving up and down your side in lazy patterns including over the small bruises that cover your hips. “Better than I have in a long time, hon.”

Her raspy morning voice sends a spark through your body, of course she’d be incredibly attractive after just waking up. “You know, it’s really rude how stunning you are right now.”

“You already got lucky, Tesoro. No need to sweet talk me.” She hums.

Shifting gently to look at her you move your fingers to play with the necklace against her skin. “I really do like you, Mel. I wasn’t just trying to get into your pants.” You tell her softly, hoping your actions from the previous night and now could really show her.

Melissa knew that there was something between you two already. Something of real substance and feelings, not just a quick hook up. Looking in your eyes she moves her hand up to your cheek, something she’s now used to doing in such a short time of knowing you.

“Be patient with me while I get used to- us.” She whispers hoping you understand. In that moment she hates how she sounds. Scared and unsure, hoping you don’t get sick of her.

“I don’t know what your ex did to make you feel this way,” you start, “but I’m not him. How’s the quote go, ‘If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.’

A smile spreads across Melissa’s lips, eyes bright and full of a spark. “Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla.”

“A queer horror love story long before Dracula.” You beam gently squeezing her hand that cups your cheek. “I remembered that quote the first night I met you. You were sitting there reading and you were so content in that little corner. I tried to find a reason to come talk to you again.”

Melissa leans forward, peppering your cheeks and lips in soft kisses with a smile still on her flushed cheeks. You let out a laugh wrapping both arms around her gorgeous frame.

Letting out a content sigh the redhead takes her place back on your shoulder, her thumb still caressing your cheek as she cuddles in not wanting to move just yet.

“Do you need to be anywhere today?” You ask quietly.

Melissa thinks, knowing she doesn’t have much to do but grade some papers and do laundry all while avoiding Joe.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” She hums meaning it in more ways than one.

“Good,” you grin. “I think a real date is necessary.”

Melissa chuckles dancing her fingers across your skin. “Last night didn’t count?”

“Last night was- amazing.” You beam as flashes of red hair and the sound of breathy moans flood your memory. “But you deserve a real date. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.”

Lifting her head up Melissa pulls the sheet around her body sliding off the bed leaving you bare.

“Where you going?” You laugh watching her wrap herself in the soft fabric. Propping yourself on your elbows you watch her silhouette behind the divider wall.

“Your cute little kitchen to make breakfast.” She calls out finding her discarded panties and your hoodie that were thrown to the floor the previous night.

“After last night I should be the one cooking breakfast.” You laugh through a stretch, eyes going to the ceiling. Laying there hearing Melissa move around your apartment puts a triumphant smile on your lips. Getting up to find your discarded clothes you dress and come out spotting Melissa with her hair up and your baggy hoodie on her.

“You’re so cute like this,” you beam coming up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“What, with sex hair and a sweatshirt?” She laughs.

“Yep.” you grin kissing the side of her neck. This felt so natural to you, having so easily blended together in the small space.

“Careful, hon. I refuse to burn food. Mark that down.” She hums leaning into your touch.

“My apologies and noted.” You laugh slowly pulling your arms away going for the coffee pot. “You’re Italian and you cook, let me guess you make a mean ziti.”

“Damn right I do. Only problem is I can only cook for large groups of people.”

“Good thing I’m a bottomless pit. Cook away, Schemmenti.”

The morning carries on and Melissa cooks up the best breakfast you’re sure you’ve had since you lived at home. At your small kitchen table you sit talking and laughing with the redhead over more anecdotes from your life as you two get to know each other more.

“I did! I made like three hundred bucks that night too. Well, before the cops came.”

Melissa has her head thrown back, laughing in the small chair across from you. “A girl after my own heart, that was a hot spot in high school.”

“I can’t imagine how many parties were broken up in that hell hole over the years.” You laugh into your coffee cup. “I could picture a high school Melissa there.”

“Oh yeah?” She beams, “Do ya think we would’ve been friends in high school or college?”

“Definitely. If you spent time in the library or art room, you’d see me in the corner.”

Melissa grins at the mental image as she plates the food, patting your butt to go to the table. Breakfast passes by with jokes and soft touches, your fingers intertwined with the redheads when you make a suggestion for your first date.

“Pick a number, one or two.” You suggest.

The redhead looks at you with a quirked brow as she plays with your fingers. “Two.”

“Good choice, how do you feel about going for a walk around the park before the place opens?”

Melissa sits back with a grin intrigued by your suaveness. “It’s already almost noon, where you taking me, hon?”

“You’ll have to wait and fight out.” You chuckle gathering the dishes to clean up.

As you stand at the sink Melissa hears her phone chime in her purse nearby. Getting up to retrieve the device her face turns sour when she reads the name on the screen.

Joe: Did you stay the night at Barbs?

Rolling her eyes Melissa texts out a quick yes adding that she’ll be with Kristen Marie all day. She knew her little sister would cover for her.

“Anything fun going on?” You smile taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah,” Melissa shrugs setting her phone back down. “It was one of the other teachers asking about career day coming up this week.”

Melissa has always been good at lying, it’s a skill she picked up at an early age only now she finds herself feeling guilty for lying about little things like this to you.

“Hey that sounds fun, I bet a day like that gives you teachers a bit of a break.” You smile having no idea of Melissa’s inner turmoil.

“That’s also what movies and legos are for.” She chuckles. “Should we get dressed if you’re gonna take me to some mystery second location?”

“Maybe a shower first.” You smirk getting up, taking your clothes off as you make your way to the bathroom. Melissa follows you briskly, resulting in a shower that’s for sure to make your water bill high.

In the mid afternoon you find yourself walking hand in hand with Melissa to the mystery destination. As you two walk you can’t help but smile, the sun hits auburn hair just right and it makes your stomach jump.

“What? Do I look okay?” She asks adjusting her leather jacket she found herself loving once again.

“Nothing,” you chuckle, “you’re really beautiful is all.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hand smiling with her chin up just slightly. Leaning over as you two walk you kiss the corner of her lips. “Ha! Got ya.”

“Poor me,” she teases staying close to you. As you go through the park you see flowers blooming along the bishes, breaking away from Melissa for a moment you hop over to the brush to pick a purple petaled flower tucking it behind her ear.

Melissa lets out a chuckle gently touching the flower. She was in big trouble with this woman and it was more apparent at this very moment. Looking at the new person in her life she can’t help but be vulnerable for a moment with a giddy smile.

“You make me feel special.”

Slipping your arm around her waist you lean in kissing the tip of her nose. “I want to for as long as you’ll let me.”

Out in the cool spring air in the lively Love Park no less, Melissa wraps her arm around your neck pulling you into a gentle kiss. Smiling into against her lips you cant help but come to the realization that you were completely entranced by this woman.

“C’mon, let’s get to this real date.” You beam. Through the park along the street of businesses and tourist traps, you lead Melissa to a building opening the door for her.

“No way.” The redhead lets out as she realizes where you two are. “Axe throwing?!” She lights up like a little kid, practically jumping.

“Yep.” You laugh guiding her to a stool at the bar in the front of the building. “Acohol and sharp object are an interesting combination.”

“Funny, my cousin Niko says the same thing.” Melissa jokes sliding her jacket off into the seat. “It’s five o’clock somewhere right?” She asks flagging down the bartender.

After a warm up drink and signing a waiver, you stand in your caged in area in the back recording the redhead wind up holding the axe over her head.

“Is it wrong I think you look really hot with that?” You tease getting a laugh out of her.

“Don’t throw me off, Amore!”

Holding your phone up you grin watching her arms flex as she throws the axe, it landing right next to the bullseye. “So close!”

“Someone was distracting me.” She hums stepping toward you.

“Do I still get a kiss for good luck?” You tease resting your hands on her hips.

Melissa leans up obliging, giving you a featherlight kiss. “Go on, right now it looks like I’m picking our next date.”

“We’ll see about that, Schemmenti.” You grin stepping up to get the axe she threw.

“If I get a bullseye, I get to take you to the Phillies home opener.”

Melissa’s jaw almost hits the floor at the idea. “You- you wanna go to a Phillies game with me?”

“Yeah I do.” You grin turning around, winding up to throw. Melissa admires your toned arms, undoubtedly from moving books and shelving in the bar. She remembers when she met Joe. He was just out of the army and very much still in shape. Now, as a second shift firefighter his age and wear on his body showed along with the grey that was beginning to show in his dark hair.

Snapping out of it when you flight the axe, Melissa laughs seeing it go right to the red mark in the center of the circle.

“Remind me to never introduce you to my brother.” She jokes.

“Oh yeah? Does he have a thing for throwing sharp objects?” You laugh coming over wrapping your arms around her, the rest of the noise in the place now more lively, becoming background noise.

“Kinda, yeah.” She laughs resting her arms around your neck. This silly activity was certainly something she loved.

Later on in the night after a goodbye kiss, Melissa gets home around eight o’clock ready to get prepared for another week of work while Joe works on whatever in the garage.

“Hey, how was it with Kristen Marie?” He asks not looking up from the toolbox.

“The usual, gossip and backhanded compliments.” Melissa shrugs, not bothering to stop before she goes in the house, her mind still on you.

The next week goes on as it usually does. Texting occurs and phone calls when possible, and Melissa finds herself falling in love with the younger woman that’s occupied her thoughts nonstop since meeting. At the end of the week she teaches and is ready for a much needed break during career day. She was actually grateful that Joe said yes to coming in to speak to her class in the afternoon.

When the time arrives for Joe to come in, Melissa gets up going to the door. “Okay my little eagles, our next guest is a firefighter!” This gets a waves of gasps and “woah!” from the kids, eagerly ready to meet him. “Everyone say hello to Mr. Peterson.”

Joe comes in looking his best with a friendly smile for the kids. Waving, he comes in standing next to Melissa. “Hi guys!”

“Wait, are you married?” One of the kids asks putting two and two together.

“We are, kiddo.” Joe nods. “Isn’t Mrs. Peterson the best teacher,” he smiles knowing his wife loves her kids.

A chorus of “yeah!” fills the room before Melissa chuckles calming the kids down to let Joe talk to them about being a firefighter in the city.

A few blocks over, you sit in your office with a smile on your lips as you scroll on Facebook on your phone. You’d sent Melissa flowers at work, and were eagerly waiting for a text or call to hear about career day. You’ve known the woman for less than three months and it was way too soon; but you knew you were falling for her already. Sitting there feeling curious thinking about the woman that’s stolen your heart, you do a quick search looking for a Melissa Schemmenti hoping to learn more about her.

Scrolling the page your brows knit together when you see her profile picture, but with the name Peterson on the end. Maybe she hadn’t changed her last name yet is what you think. Clicking the page, you see her profile pictures, one of her and Barbara, another of her and who you guess is her sister, and a public post written on her wall by a Jospeh Peterson from only a month ago. The post shows a wedding photo in a frame and a long, tiring rant of “I’m not perfect but she loves me anyway” post that you’ve seen so many times before.

Taking a screenshot of the post and the profile, you sit back taking it all in. She lied to you. She was married still, not even close to being out of a relationship. You needed to talk to her.

“Did you like it?” Melissa smiles from her desk, Joe sat on a chair on the other side as they eat lunch together. It was strange having him there, something he hadn’t done since her first year teaching.

“It was fun, the kids are great, Melly. I see now why you talk about them so much.”

Giving him a tight lipped smile she takes a sip of her iced tea looking up when there’s a knock on the door from the school security guard.

“A delivery for you,” he ushers the man forward, clearly from a flower shop given the purple exotic flowers in his hand.

“For Melissa Schemmenti?” He asks checking his clip board.

Melissa’s eyes go wide and her heart starts to pound when Joe looks at her.

“Thanks pal,” Joe nods to the men getting up to take the flowers closing the door after.

“Joe I-“ Melissa steps forward trying to grab the bouquet.

“Who the hell is sending you flowers under your maiden name?” He asks turning the flowers around, not caring if he ruined them while looking for the card. Melissa sees it first, swiftly reaching over and swiping it away before he can read it.

Taking a breath she looks at her husband. “I need you to remember we’re at my job where a bunch of children are present.”

“I don’t give a shit, Melissa!” He fumes. “Who the hell is sending you flowers? What’s his name?”

Stepping forward he snatches the small card from her hand reading it aloud with an almost red face.

“Hi gorgeous, I find myself thinking that even a week without seeing you is too long now. To quote one of our favorites, ‘you reached in and put a string of lights around my heart.’ It might sound cheesy but it’s the truth.

Yours, y/n

Joes tosses the card down and paces running his hand over his beard.

“A woman huh?”

Melissa wants to curl into a ball and sob. She didn’t want it to happen this way. She was only happy that he had no idea who you were.

“A woman, I can’t even go kick anyone’s ass.” He lets out in a defeated laugh.

“This ended a long time ago Joe. It ended the first night you cheated on me.” Melissa stands her ground not showing any fear, finally tired of it all.

“Oh come on Melissa! I thought you were over all of that.” He tries to dismiss her. That’s when she gets angry.

“Fuck you,” she lets out in a bitter laugh. “You and I both know that every single time I found out you cheated on me I had to stop the boys from coming to kill you on the spot. I’m tired of knowing you’re fucking other women and not giving two shits about me. I let it go so we wouldn’t have to deal with the shame of a divorce, but I can’t anymore. I’m too old for this.

I met her when I wasn’t expecting it, and I definitely wasn’t expecting to have an affair. It just happened, it happened and god I love being taken care of and looked at like I mean something.” She starts to cry, her heart pounding. “For the first time in twenty years Joe, d’you know how long that is? To feel wanted and loved?” She whispers.

Joe meets her eyes, cheeks red but eyes softer now after her admission. He does nothing but look at the flowers and back at her with a nod.

Melissa stands across from him, eye makeup running and nerves twisting.

“I want a divorce.” She lets out in a whisper.

“I’ll move out tonight.”

With that, Joe grabs his keys and leaves, the door hitting the wall as he goes. Moving to her desk Melissa sits with her head in her hands, sniffling when Barb comes to her door.

“Melissa I- oh sweetheart.” Barbara rushes over engulfing her friend in a hug.

Resting her hands on the arm Barb has around her, Melissa lets out a sigh. “I did it, Barb. He found out. He found out and I did it. I asked for a divorce.”

Looking at the flowers and the discarded carb and mess on the desk Barbara rubs Melissa’s back. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart. Did- did these do it?” She asks nodding to the vase.

“Yeah,” Melissa sniffles wiping her smudged makeup. “They were delivered with a card when we were eating.” She takes a staggered breath trying to calm down.

“Calm yourself and clean up, text her to say thank you while I go pick your kids up from the lunchroom. We can talk later over dinner.”

Of course Barbara’s a saint, taking care of her and helping her out like the work wife she is. Melissa nods, sniffling once more as Barbara leaves to get her kids. Taking a breath she wipes her eyes and picks up her phone, freezing when she sees a text on her screen.

Opening it she sees your name and a screenshot of her Facebook profile. She can feel her heart breaking in her chest when she sees the anniversary post and your words underneath the screenshot.

We need to talk.

Next chapter

[janeyseymour]

hiii!! i hope you’re doing well. i was hoping to request a melissa x reader. where the reader is really struggling with mental health and her gf (melissa) is starting to notice it.

one day during work (they school) the reader gets into an argument with one of the other teachers and the teacher says some rude stuff to her which hurts her a lot. the reader leaves the school for the day w/o telling melissa.

(hurt, comfort, some fluff)

Hi! I'm so behind on writing because of my school situation at the moment... but I hope this is what you were looking for! As always, not edited in the slightest

Good Days, Bad Days

wc: ~2.6k

You’ve been struggling lately. You hate to admit it to even just yourself, much less anyone else. But you are struggling. You don’t really know why.

Okay. You do know why. 

You’re taking on too much- school is overwhelming between the kids and the extra tasks you’ve decided to take on (why you thought being part of the curriculum development committee is beyond you), things are getting more serious with your girlfriend, and you have to admit you aren’t doing a great job of balancing everything. You’re trying your best, but it’s getting really hard. Your ideas are shot done more and more. You feel like you barely see Melissa, and when you do, the two of you are arguing about God even knows what. It always ends up with the two of you in bed holding each other and promising you aren’t upset with each other and that you love each other, but it’s becoming a sick cycle- and not a cycle the two of you necessarily want to be in. 

And the fiery redhead is starting to notice the way that your mental health has been declining. She’s been watching it steadily for the last month or so. The way you haven’t been eating as much, the way you can barely keep your eyes open at times, how you fall asleep almost every time you’re sitting still. You’re constantly irritable, and you burst into tears at least once a day.

“My love,” she whispers as she pulls you closer. 

You sob into her shoulder. “I just- I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” you blubber.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong, honey,” she tries to reassure you, although her words fall upon mostly deaf ears. Your tears are uncontrollable, and at this point, you’ve lost yourself. You don’t even know why you’re crying this time.

“C’mon, amore,” she rocks you gently. “Let’s get you up to bed. You need some rest.”

“I- I can’t!” you whine. “I have to come up with more ideas for the curriculum meeting tomorrow, and I have to grade the kids’ social studies projects, and I- I-” You struggle to catch your breath as you hiccup out a sob.

She takes a few deep breaths, hoping you’ll follow her motions. You do, just barely. She smiles softly and praises you. “Good. Keep breathing, honey. You’re okay,” she mumbles against your head.

After a bit of calming yourself down, you reach for your students’ social studies projects and start to grade them again. Melissa settles on the barstool next to you and grabs her own stack. She helps you grade them, and then the two of you head to bed. She holds you until she falls asleep, and then she reaches for her laptop that’s on the nightstand. She finds a few new ideas for curriculum that might help to benefit the students, emails them to you, and curls up around you again. 

You wake up the next morning dreading the day. You have your meeting during your prep, meaning you won’t have time to prep the materials you need to for the science experiment today and will instead be setting everything up during your lunch. You have recess duty today, so you really won’t be able to settle at all today. 

“Y/N,” Melissa shakes you awake gently. She’s already ready for school, makeup and all. “It’s time to wake up, hon.”

You whine as you roll over. “Five more minutes, babe.”

“I already let you sleep twenty extra minutes,” she tells you gently. “You gotta get up. You can eat breakfast in the car, but you’re eating breakfast today.”

You sigh and roll out of bed. You get yourself ready for the day before stomping off towards the vehicle. Melissa brings you a bowl of breakfast casserole and gets into the driver’s seat. You only take a few bites before you start to feel nauseous and close your eyes for the rest of the drive. Your girlfriend rests her hand on your thigh as she drives, and she gives it a gentle squeeze once she parks the car.

“We’re here, amore,” she sighs quietly. “I know you’ve been stressed about your meeting today, so I sent you a few curriculum ideas last night. Why don’t you look over them and finish up your breakfast?”

“You did that for me?” You tear up at her thoughtfulness.

“I did,” she smiles at you softly. “But you don’t have time to cry about it right now, hon. You have to prep, and finish breakfast.”

You groan, but you know she’s right. You grab your bags, take the bowl, and head into the school. You settle at your seat in the teachers lounge and start prepping for your meeting at 11, forgetting about your breakfast. The only reason you remember is because Melissa is sitting next to you holding the fork up to your mouth. You blush and take the bite gratefully.

Before you know it, everyone else has filed in, Jacob is playing the news all too loudly, and you pack up your things to work in your classroom. You give the redhead a kiss to the cheek before heading out.

You don’t expect her to follow- you know how much she loves watching Channel 6. But she does with a confused look on her face.

“You okay, hon?” she asks you softly as she pulls up a chair next to your desk.

“Just can’t get distracted today,” you sigh. She doesn’t know how much is riding on this one meeting. 

“You can usually work with the news on?” she furrows her brows and purses her lips.

“I- It was just a little overstimulating today, okay?” you tell her, hoping this smooths everything over. “Go watch the news with them. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” she sucks a breath in. Melissa gives you a soft kiss before seeing herself out. She knows when to leave you be at this point, and you clearly need to be alone right now.

The kids come in far before you’re ready for them. But still, you stand from your desk and meet most of them at the door with a bright smile and a hug if they want one. But Melissa can see the tension in your shoulders and your body language.

Your students are genuinely pretty well behaved today. They’re quiet, they get their independent work done, and you continue to prep for your meeting. You silently thank God for that. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you had to handle behaviors on top of your meeting today. 

They line up, head down to music, and you head into one of the meeting rooms in the office for curriculum development. The lights are too bright. You can hear them flickering. You don’t feel okay in your own body right now- your clothes are itchy, and you can’t stand the way that the chair feels against you.

None of your ideas are received well, and you struggle to hold back tears at this point. Shaina, One of the older teachers upstairs is just digging into every little bit of your being now. You don’t even know what to do- you aren’t even talking about curriculum anymore.

“Maybe, and hear me out guys,” the woman addresses the group. “Instead of focusing so much on developing a new curriculum, when this one works so well for most of us already, we address the actual issue in the room: the shit teachers we have here.” She looks directly at you. You can feel your cheeks flush red and the tears spring to your eyes.

“Hey,” one of the kinder teachers sighs.

“No, no!” Shaina argues. “I’m being serious! We can get rid of the new teachers who think they know everything and can’t teach for the life of them with better ones!”

“I- I think I teach well,” you mumble. “My kids love my lessons that I do with them.”

“Oh please,” the older teacher laughs in your face. “Your kids only pretend so they don’t hurt your pathetic little feelings, Miss Sensitive.”

“I-If they didn’t like my lessons, I think I would know,” you mutter. 

One of the other teachers tries to get back to the focus of this meeting, but Shaina just won’t quit. 

“The only reason they kept your lazy, pathetic ass around here is because of that stupid, bitchy girlfriend of yours,” she comments. “No one wants to fuck with Schemmenti, and certainly no one wants to fuck with you. Hm… maybe that’s why the two of you found each-”

You don’t even bother gathering your notes or laptop. You just head out of the meeting. You can’t stop the red, hot tears that begin to pour over as you run down to your classroom to grab your purse. You can’t be here right now. You just can’t.

You head back into the office, and you can hear the committee still in the conference room now going after Shaina for upsetting you, but you don’t care. You head straight into Ava’s office.

“Ava, I- I need to go home.”

“I don’t have time for-” the principal sighs as she doesn’t even bother to look up from her phone.

“Ava,” you say emphatically. “Please.”

Only then does she look up at you, and she takes in your appearance. She has a bit of a soft spot for you. “Oh, Y/N, girl, what happened?”

“It- it doesn’t matter. I just can’t be here right now, please. I need a sub right now, I’ll even take Mr. J.”

“Should I pull Melissa for you?” she asks, clearly concerned.

“N-no. She was excited to teach her math lesson with them today, so just… she’ll figure it out,” you stutter out. “I’ll just take the bus home. I just- fuck. I need to go home.”

The principal nods and starts making the announcement over the intercom that the janitor needs to report to her office immediately. She gives you a sad nod, and you head out. 

Melissa, not knowing that you’ve gone home, heads into the staff room for lunch. She pulls your lunch out and sets it at your spot for you. But you never show. You’re already about half a bottle deep in wine and drowning your sorrows. When you don’t show after fifteen minutes, she sighs and heads down to your room, fully expecting to find you asleep at your desk. But your bag is gone, your laptop isn’t there, and your mug of coffee is still sitting on your desk half finished. She raises a brow as she heads back down to the teachers lunch room.

“Anyone seen Y/N?” the second grade teacher asks.

“Not since this morning,” Barbara says. “Was she not in her room?”

“No. Her bags are gone too, and her laptop isn’t there?”

“Maybe check the conference room?”

“She does like to work in there sometimes,” Melissa mulls it over as she leaves again. She makes her way down the hall and towards the main office. She finds your laptop, but you’re still nowhere to be found.

“Oi,” she grumbles. “Woman’s lost her damned mind.”

Ava appears behind her. “Your girl went home.”

“She what? She couldn’t have. I drove us in today?”

“She said something about taking the bus,” Ava shrugs. “I ain’t never seen that girl cry the way she was crying. Must’ve finally snapped.”

“Who has her kids?” your girlfriend asks, and she’s immediately fumbling for her phone to call you.

“Mr. Johnson,” the principal shrugs. “She said she would even take him, and I sure as hell don’t got the time to wrangle a bunch of third graders today.”

You see your phone light up with Melissa’s name and the sweet picture you have of the two of you. You send it to voicemail.

“She’s not picking up,” Melissa grumbles.

“She looked pretty beat, like she could fall asleep standing up,” Ava shrugs. 

“She did that the other night,” your girlfriend sighs. “Poor thing.”

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Go save your princess,” the principal chuckles.

“I don’t got no one to cover my class,” she points out. 

“I got it,” Ava tells her. “Anything for Y/N.”

The redhead, while shocked, doesn’t have to be told twice. She heads into the teachers lounge to grab the rest of her lunch and your lunch.

“I’m heading home for the day,” Melissa tells the usual crew. When they give her a questioning look, she just shrugs and continues to pack up your things. It’s none of their business why she’s leaving early.

She rolls through most of the stop signs on the drive home, and only once does she run through a red light where she sure a cop isn’t lingering out of sight. 

When she pulls in, she notices that all of the lights in the house are off, and your car is still sitting right where you left it last night.

“Amore?” she calls softly as she kicks off her shoes at the front door. She enters the living room, and there you are, eyes rimmed red. Your curled up under your favorite blanket, wearing one of her Flyers sweatshirts, with a glass of wine and a carton of ice cream and an empty Wawa hoagie wrapper at your side. Your comfort movie is playing, and you sigh deeply.

“Why are you home?”

“Because when my girlfriend disappears midday and Ava tells me she has me covered, I come home,” Melissa tells you gently as she drops her bags on the bench. She hands you your lunch and settles in next to you. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

You explain what happens, but only after your girlfriend promises you she won’t murder Shaina for upsetting you. When your finished, she’s fuming.

“Babe, you promised you wouldn’t-”

“Yeah,” she grits out. “I lied. That’s worse than what I thought you were going to say.”

“I-it’s not a big deal,” you sigh, trying to smooth it all over. “Today was just a lot for me in general. I was going to get set off no matter what.”

“No, I’ll show her who the shit teacher is… in a non-threatening way,” she adds on. 

“Mel, it just isn’t worth it,” you tell her. “I’ll get over myself, and the other teachers were trying to get her to back off. I’m sure someone will go to Ava about it, but for now… I just want to wallow in my self-loathing and self-pity, okay? I’ll be fine.”

“Can I do anything to help?” she asks softly as she wraps an arm around you and tugs you in. Your head falls on her shoulder, and you sigh.

“Can we have a day in? Just sit with me and let me wallow?” you ask quietly. “I just need today to be sad, and tomorrow I’ll be okay.”

“Let me change, and then I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” she promises you. With a kiss to your head, you let her up. She’s back quickly in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt- leather pants now gone. Her hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, and you can’t help the small smile that appears on your face.

“What, hun?”

“Just… you,” you tell Melissa as you reach for her. She settles in next to you.

“What about me?”

“I can’t believe I got you by my side,” you mumble as you curl into her side. “Having you makes everything so much better.”

“I’m always here for you, my love.” The redhead kisses your head again as she takes your hand in hers. “Through the good days, through the bad days… all of it.”

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Stricklake headcanon?

Oof. Okie- I *may* have gone overboard... Still, have some headcanons I got for ya! Because I have no self-control! And yes, there is a lot of them.

He speaks in innuendos almost exclusively, but she will just be blunt with it ‘cause who got time for that.

He follows her. Just. He follows her. (🎵walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎵) Okay, but actually he follows her (especially after the Eternal Night when he’s stuck in his troll form) because his arms are much longer than a human’s so it’s a bit uncomfortable to hold hands while walking beside each other because either she needs to stretch her hand down or he has to sort of angle his shoulder up, so, to compensate he always walks just behind her so that his hand is easy to keep in hers. Hence: he just follows her. (yes, he had the choice to lead, no, he did not take it.)

After they get comfortable with each other again, Barbara MUST boop him on the nose when he yawns and does the *biiiiiigggg streeeeetch* but, when he always complains with a little grumble, she’ll kiss his cheek as compensation. (and a bonus little scritch on the base of his horns if he’s especially grumpy)

Speaking of which, he PURRS. A lot. At first it sounds super scrungly and rough because he never did it very often, but Barbara makes it her personal mission to coax the purrs out of him and turn them smoother by constantly making him do it. (She succeeds, obviously ;} and when Jim and Strickler are having a petty little argument for funsies she’ll butt in ‘all serious’ and give him the stink eye and flex her fingers ready to make him purr in front of Jim and he’ll automatically, but grumpily, shut up and let Jim win)

He blushes LIKE CRAZY at like the smallest look from her ‘cause oh my God how could he not??? She’s wonderful, and stunning, and bewitching, and oh man he’s hers and she’s his, and could he be more fortunate to have her and— Meanwhile Barb will NOT blush at much, EXCEPT, of course, when he gives the worst dad joke in the world or some stupid, down-bad line like a nervous dork and THEN she’ll blush like a tomato.

As much as I love the hc that Strickler snores loud…my mom is the one that snores really loud……………………………………….so, BARB is the loud snorer and when she’s asleep she’s ASLEEP AND UNLESS THERE’S AN EMERGENCY SHE’S NOT WAKING UP. You could poke her, prod her, move her around, she WILL NOT wake up and WILL continue snoring like she’s gotta scare off the morning birds from the tree by the window. Strickler is the lightest sleeper the world has ever seen, Barb could be shifting around and his eyes will bolt open and he’ll just lay there. But, when he is exhausted and starts dozing off on the couch he’ll already be asleep but when Barb asks if he wants them to go to bed he’ll wake up all offended like a true dad and say “I wasn’t asleep, but if you’d like.” “You were snoring.” “That is……my usual breathing at night.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” “It is-!”

(He always falls asleep easier when they cuddle, but for a while he didn’t completely understand he could just *ask* her to cuddle and she probably would, he didn’t want to bother her so he always waited for her to initiate it. Until one day he gets the nerve to ask her to cuddle and she’s like “Hon, you just had to get closer to me and I would’ve cuddled whenever you want.” “It was that simple???” “Yes, we’re MARRIED.” “Oh. Fair point.”)

He gets restless really easy (especially after the Eternal Night when sometimes he wakes up earlier than she does and he’ll be swamped by thoughts of his plummeting self-worth to actually be sleeping beside her after everything he’s done to them) so he’ll go for ‘morning jogs’/morning flights in the forest nearby and return to make Barbara breakfast. It makes him feel a bit better and he always comes back with a different flower every time to give to her, but when Barb catches on to the main reason why he does this, she starts trying to cheer him up more when he comes back. One morning she asks why he picked the flower he did and one thing leads to another and now he’ll always bring back a flower and explain to her the history of the flower and its meaning and all the dorky stuff he loves to talk about and she’ll listen while eating her breakfast.

His eyes dilate insanely wide whenever he even thinks of her and everyone has dubbed it the “Lover Look for Lake” so they (mostly Toby) can say “Ohoho, the triple L combo! You’re a loser for her, Strickler, take that L so you can kiss that L.” He NEVER lives it down.

Sometimes, on really cloudy, late nights, when Barb is working at the hospital and finally gets out, exhausted and fatigued, a little someone will pop by with dilated red eyes and a flap of leathery wings. After a LONG TIME of mini-flights, she finally trusts him enough to close her eyes and let him carry her home after her long shifts so she can soak up the lightness of the night sky while she can hear a purr in his chest as she rests against it.

Hope I satisfied your request lol

Reblog if you have any headcanons of your own!!!

[novankenn]

More than meets the Eye

Coco saw the growing altercation and her eyes narrowed. The cute girl she had tried to chat up was partially trapped by an obviously highly intoxicated couple... who were being very forward. Taking a quick look to see why the bouncers weren't stepping in she found them preoccupied in dealing with the start of a potential brawl.

If there was one thing Coco couldn't tolerate it was when people didn't respect people's boundaries. It was clear as day that the young woman was not interested... but the couple still was trying to apply pressure. So Coco did what she always did in such situations regardless of the person involved.

Joan was frustrated and getting very frustrated. The couple were being very obvious in their attempts in pressuring her to partake in a threesome. Something she was definitely not interested in. Complicating the matter was she had to stay in character which meant she couldn't just tell them off in her normal voice.

Further adding to the problem was the fact she was dealing with civilians. Drunk civilians, and as mediocre a huntsmen-in-training her alter ego was... he still eclipsed anything physical the pair was capable. Which presented a serious problem. Outclassing them by such a margin meant if she physically rebuffed them.. the authorities would get involved... and she would be outed.

"Come on sugar..." the young woman slurred as her fingers ghosted along Joan's arm, causing her to recoil in disgust.

Joan was reaching the end of her rope. The pair were not catching the obvious physical indicators that she wasn't interested in what they were offering. She was going to need to be more direct and was preparing to bitch slap the male...

"Hey, sweetie why didn't you wait for me?" came a voice that sounded familiar. The soft touch a hand upon the small of her back and the light peck of a kiss on her exposed cheek caused Joan to stiffen. "I know you don't like PDA, hon... but I couldn't resist. Sorry."

Joan turned her attention to the new comer and confirmed her suspicion. It was the beret wearing brunette from earlier in the evening. The drunken couple leered at them, obviously thinking they could spice up their night even further.

"Are these... asshats bothering?"

Sticking to her character, Joan nodded.

"I suggest..." the woman, started to speak, her tone taking an instant serious and annoyed tone. "You two sleep it off, and learn what... NO means."

Joan stiffened when she saw the male of the couple square up. An obvious attempt to intimidate.

"Bud..." the woman who was still keeping her hand on the small of Joan's back spoke slowly and very clearly. "I don't think you want to try that... seeing as we're from Beacon... and as nice as my sweetie is... I have no qualms about curb stomping you and your skank."

The bluster instantly bled away from the guy. The girl squawked at the comment aimed in her direction.

"So... back off before I do something... I won't regret."

The pair stepped back, muttering barely intelligent insults, before stepping away. Once it was clear they had finally taken the hint, Joan's savior removed her hand and took a couple of small steps back.

"Sorry, if I overstepped... but it looked like you could you some help." the woman commented, before shooting Joan a warm smile. "Name's Coco. Yours?

Knowing she couldn't afford to break her persona, Joan pulled out her scroll and used her app...

"Joan. Thank you."

"No prob." Coco responded. "So you got a place nearby that I can escort you to? Just in case?"

Joan nodded and then pointed down the street to the slightly seedy motel that was her customary base of operations when she felt the need to step away from her stress and frustration.

"Well let's get you back safe." Coco commented with a smile, before making a hand motion for Joan to lead the way. "After you."

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Would you give us (me :3) the boys taking care of Ron during a very bad migraine? Could be with Chris and Tom, or Daggers, or maybe before, during Top Gun... leave that to you. Make him go really ouch.

Oh I’ll write anything for you darling.

When Jake is three… I wanted to make Ron feel guilt.

-

Ron can’t remember when it started. His vision started to blur about twenty minutes ago. He can’t stop watching Jake though.

Can’t take his eyes off their kid. Work through the pain. His dog Louise whines at him, she knows he’s hurting. The toddler walks back over to Ron. Jake’s arms go up in the air. He wants picked up.

Ron is almost positive if he picks Jake up he’ll throw up. He does it anyways. Can’t ever deny Jake anything. Ron slowly lays back with Jake on his chest, “papa.” Ron can only hum. Talking makes it seem like a knife is in his head and twisting.

Jake pats his chest. He lays his own head down and slowly goes to sleep. Ron listens to their kids breathing. It’s not as helpful as he thought it would be.

He hears Tom and Chris come back in the house. They were out with the horses and goats. Tom catches that the radio isn’t on. “Ron?”

Lou whines and runs to get Tom. “Shit Chris grab some ice.” Tom comes into the living room to find them. Ron opens his eyes but can’t see Tommy.

“I need to throw up take Jake.”

Tom inhales hard. He picks Jake up, Ron slowly tries to stand. His knees give out. Chris catches him. Ron doesn’t know how long he’s been there. “Thanks.” He gets a kiss pressed to kiss head “don’t talk. Bed time.”

Chris slowly helps Ron walk to their room. Black out curtains are an incredible thing. Chris puts a trash can next to the bed. It must be really bad if Ron is voluntarily admitting he wants to throw up.

Ron whines. Everything hurts. Every single joint. He can feel the sheets on his skin. His hair catching on the pillow. “Hurts.” Chris makes a sad sound. He drops his voice to a whisper “I know baby. Want pills?” Ron squeezes his hand, “took them already.” Go be with Tommy and Jake. I’m fine.”

Chris hums. He gently brushes a hand into Ron’s hair. “I’ll be back.”

Then he leaves.

Ron knows he’s just in the other room. But they feel so far away. Pain makes it all worse. Every dark feeling he’s had slips back through the cracks.

-

He must drift off at some point because when he wakes back up he’s on Tom’s chest. He can feel Chris laying next to them.

His head is still blinding him but he thinks he won’t throw up now. “Jake.” Chris hushes him. “Sleeping over with David and Lucas. We thought baby crying would make it worse.”

Ron’s stomach drops. “Trash-” he throws up. He can’t believe he’s causing them to send their kid away. He should be the one leaving.

“Ron you with us?” His head is hanging in the can still. “Yeah.” Chris sighs in relief. “Thought you passed out for a second there.” Ron slowly shakes his head and lays back on Tom. There’s a hand in his hair suddenly. It feels good. “Go get Jake. Shouldn’t send him away because of my stupid head.”

Tom gently pinches his ear. “Stop it. He’s a loud kid. If one night with his uncles makes it better then we’ll do that. You don’t have to be perfect Ron.”

Ron flinches. Tom has always seen right through him. “I know. But still. Feel bad.” Chris quietly laughs. “If it makes you feel better we had arranged for a sleepover with them anyways it just came faster the anticipated.”

Ron nods. Chris presses a candy to Ron’s tongue, “ginger. Eat please.” Ron chews the candy. It’s good. Sweet but spicy. He knows it’ll help his stomach. He eats all the ones Chris puts to his mouth. When Tom offers him a water bottle he takes a few slow sips.

He curls back down onto the bed. He shoves his head into three pillows. “Thank you. Love you both.”

A hand goes down his back and the same time a kiss is pressed to his shoulder. “Love you.” “Love you too hon.”

Ron hopes the migraine is gone in the morning. Wants to feel like himself. He knows he’ll probably just sleep tomorrow anyways. Migraines always take all the energy out of him for a while. Especially ones this bad.

He blinks his eyes open once to see if his vision is better. Still spotty but he can see Chris’s tattoos now. Tom’s earrings. All the small things that make them, them.

He slowly drifts off to Tom humming a polish childhood song they both grew up with. It’s comforting.

[spidernerdsblog]

Hi! I’d like to request a Tom imagine where he becomes distant and not the same Tom you knew before so when you lay in bed on opposite side facing different directions, you start to silently sob and he doesn’t notice. It goes on for a couple of nights and you leave early in the morning but one day Tom wakes up and sees the tear stained pillow and feels awful because he’s been so cold to the reader. Thanks :))

False God

A/N : This took me forever apologies for that. Based on the song ‘false god’ by TS. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : angst 

Everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. Your rather happy and prosperous life was crumbling in front of your eyes and you didn’t know what to do. A rift has been forming between you and Tom and it is getting wider day by day. 

Since the day Tom has returned from filming he has been acting distant. Your long late night conversations where he used to pour his heart out to sharing each and every thing that happened with him while he was away has come down to bare minimum only if it's necessary. His hugs no longer had the warmth you were familiar with; neither were his kisses. It felt forced and deliberate.

You knew that being in a relationship with a world known actor like Tom would be tough. He is always travelling to different places around the world to make more movies but never you’d imagine that distance would become the weak point of your relationship. Everybody had warned you about times like this when the distance between you would feel way too much as if you don’t know the person anymore. It made you question your decisions, maybe it was crazy of you to rush into a relationship. The promises you made to be there for each other now feels stupid and childish.

After finishing all your daily chores you headed to your shared bedroom. Tom was already in bed glancing at the ceiling lost in his own thoughts as you walked to your side of the bed and laid down. Everything was so still only the shallow breathing of yours could be heard the silence cutting to your core. You tried to take the initiative and went to wrap your arms around him and snuggle close as you always used to do. 

“Not tonight baby I’m tired” to your surprise Tom pushed you away with a hint irritation in his voice as he turned to his side facing his back to you. You retracted your hands in guilt of coming off as clingy. You turn to your side as you sob silently, the fact that you were so close to each other but it felt he was out of your reach.

You hoped that things would get better, maybe he needed some space but it just got worse for you. It looked like he was avoiding you as he spent most of the time outside of the house. Is this what everybody warned you about? The guy who used to follow you around like a lovesick fool suddenly you feel you have become an eye sore for him. But still you wanted to hold on to the last straw. You were blinded by the faith in him and the love you had that made you keep your hopes alive that this shall pass and soon he come running back to you.

You didn’t want to give up so easily as you tried to make him talk to you about whatever it was bothering him but he was always cold and resilient about it.

“Hey hon let's go out for dinner tonight what do you say?” you ask thinking that you both needed to blow of some steam and enjoy.

“Nah I'm good babe” he turns down your offer plainly engrossed in watching whatever was playing on the TV while sitting on the couch.

“Oh ok” you say gloomily as you turn to go back to your room when you hear his phone ring.

“Hey Haz what's up mate?” Tom sounded cheerful as he talked to his best friend.

“At the pub? Yeah sure why not. I'll be there by seven” he confirms before hanging up the phone.

That hurted you immensely has your relationship come to this where he’d rather not go out spend a little time with you. Has his dislike for you gone to that extent? you thought fighting back your tears. The last blow came when the other day you accidentally overheard him while he was in the study speaking to someone on his phone.

“No I can’t do this anymore. I’m fucking tired!” Tom said with distaste in his voice.

That was it you couldn’t bear to hear anymore as you ran to your bedroom with tears in your eyes. You sat on the bed as your eyes went to the framed photographs of you and Tom as memories flashed in front of your eyes. You looked so happy around each other everything seemed so perfect but now he is tired of you. You are no more his favorite thing to look at. If it is so then why pretend? If he’s eventually gonna break your heart why not get it done already you don’t want to be a burden in someone’s life.

With these thoughts you cried yourself to sleep only wishing if this was a bad dream and once you wake up you will find yourself in his arms. 

Next day you woke up early in the morning to find Tom sleeping next to you peacefully, a loose curl falling over his eye. A smile formed on your face as you went to brush it off but stopped when the memory of last night returned back to you. You felt suffocated as the air in the room felt heavy. You wanted to scream and vent out everything you had inside you, you just want an answer to why is he acting like this? What was your fault?

Your head started to ache and after a lot of thought you decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air to clear your head.

Tom stirs in his sleep and turns around on his side, his hand reaching out to pull you closer out of habit but he is met with thin air. He pats around your side of the bed with his eyes still closed to find the sheets cold. His eyes shoot open realizing you weren’t there as he sits up.

“Y/N” he calls out, rubbing his eyes. His eyes went to your pillow, the fabric of the pillow case covered with wet blotches as realization dawned upon him. You were crying and he was the reason behind your tears. 

“Shit..” he was overcome with guilt and slid off the bed.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tom called out to you rushing down the stairs but you weren’t in the living room

“Love, where are you?” he frantically searched everywhere for you in the house but you were nowhere to be found. He dropped down on the couch letting out a deep sigh in regret. He himself knew that he had been distant to you for a reason that he cannot say to you which was eating him up from inside. He hurt you to the extent that now you are gone. He had no idea what to do now, where to go and find you. He was about to call Harry when the front door unlocked and you walked in with Tessa by your side.

“That was a nice walk isn’t it Tess?” you say catching your breath as you slip off your running shoes when your eyes went to a very devastated Tom.

“Tom are you alright?” you ask with concern. His eyes darted towards you as he stands up and sprints to you engulfing you in his embrace. Oh how much you missed this you thought closing your eyes in content face nuzzled into his chest as you inhaled his faint cologne. You pull away after some time and gazed into his eyes red and puffy. A few tears of joy of seeing you again slipped down them.

“Is everything ok bubs?” you ask him again cradling his face wiping his tears with your thumbs affectionately.

“Where were you?” his voice comes out broken.

“I woke up early so thought to go on a walk with Tess. Plus I was feeling very cooped up in the house so needed some fresh air”

“I-I saw the empty bed then I saw your pillow I-I thought you left, I got so scared Y/N” he sniffled.

“Truth be told I was actually thinking of leaving. I can't live like this anymore, Tom. You and me living under the same roof acting like strangers it’s becoming mentally strenuous for me” you finally vent it out.

“I know- I know I have been a complete jerk to you lately. I was so wrapped up inside my head-”

“It’s ok Tom if you don’t want to be in this relationship anymore just say it I won’t bother you anymore” you say bitterly.

“What are you saying love?” Tom looked at you in disbelief.

“Last night I heard you, Tom, that you’re tired of this, of me. Tom you should have just told me I would have left then and there”

“No that wasn’t what I was talking about” Tom shakes his head dismissively as you tried to stay calm.

“It’s ok Tom people fall out of love I’m not blaming you but you should have told me first instead of telling about it to someone else”

“You don’t understand Y/N. I-I…” he slumps on the couch holding his forehead feeling mentally drained out. You sit beside him holding on to his arm.

“Then make me understand Tom. What is it? Just talk to me baby” you pleaded your hand went to cup his face as you made him look at you.

“Derek, my PR manager wants me to break up with you” he finally lets it out as you gave him a confused and surprised look.

“What? But why?”

“Apparently he thinks our relationship is affecting my social image” he sighs sadly.

“Do you think that too?” you mumble looking down.

“What? No, love. I would never. You are the best thing that has happened to me” he reassures you “Since the day he told me had me so stressed I didn’t know how to handle this whole thing and in that process I pushed you away, I hurt you...” he rambles.   

“But what are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. I told him I can’t do this and I’m tired”

“So you weren’t..?” you looked at him with doubtful eyes.

“Yes honey I was telling him that I can’t do whatever he is asking me to do” he cradles your face with his large palms “I can never get over you, not in this lifetime at least. And I’m sorry I acted like that. Can you forgive me love?” he looks at you with guilt in his eyes. You break into a soft smile as you hold to his hands.

“I can never be angry at you dummy. Just please don't do this again if anything bothers you just talk to me okay?” Tom nods in understanding “I don’t like to see you like this. You mean the world to me you know that right?”

“And so are you to me love. I promise this won't happen again” he says pulling you in his embrace.

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Lost in Love | Birthday Special

Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x f!reader

Word count: 2K 

Warnings/contents: Fluff and more fluff, indiscreet mentions of future sex

Notes: Time zones, ahhhhh- @icelyn20​ I wanted to post this on the 20th your time, so... I hope this is right? 😅

Anyways I want to wish you a very happy birthday, hon! I hope that you have(/have had if I got it wrong) an amazing day and I hope that you enjoy this special! 💛 I’m glad that we got to talking, I’ve really enjoyed becoming friends with you over this past month :) I hope we continue to talk as often as we have for more time to come! 

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A gentle kiss to your head slowly woke you from your deep slumber, earning a soft sound from you as you peeked your eyes open. You saw Keiji, sending the man a tired smile as he reached down and caressed your cheek.

“Are you leaving for work?” You asked, yawning right afterwards. You had no idea what time it was, but you did know when your fiancé went to work and you assumed he’d woken you because it was your birthday and he didn’t want to leave without a goodbye. Every now and then he’d wake you to tell you goodbye if you were still sleeping, other times you’d wake on your own to a text from him wishing you a good morning and telling you he was headed to work with an extra message telling you to make sure you ate some lunch and drank plenty of water.

“No,” he said quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed with you while you leaned into his hand. “I have today off.”

“How come?” You asked, slowly pushing yourself up to a seated position and rubbing your tired eyes.

“It’s your birthday,” he said simply, brushing a stray hair away from your face. “Why wouldn’t I take the day off?” You smiled and opened your eyes again, leaning back into his hand and bringing your own up to hold onto his. “I was thinking after breakfast we could watch the rain and drink some tea. Unless you’d rather stay in bed together.” He said, moving closer to you. “We went to bed rather early last night and didn’t get the most time together. Perhaps we could use this morning as a catch-up.” You smiled at the man and gave a small nod. “Excellent, now,” he grabbed a tray off the bed from on the other side of him and rested it on your legs. “Eat up.”

“You’re too sweet,” you said with a smile, looking at the perfectly cooked, fluffy eggs and delicious looking pancakes with a strawberry on top. “It looks delicious.” Suddenly, Keiji leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you smile as you leaned into the man and sent him a sweet smile that made his own widen.

“Only the best for you, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand resting on your knee while you took a bite of the eggs. “I was thinking since it’s raining now, we might not do lunch as I was originally thinking and instead we could get dinner out. Then we can just make something to eat for lunch here at home.” You nodded and swallowed the food in your mouth. “And then after I thought going to see a movie might be a nice way to end the night. We can come home afterwards and either relax in bed or watch another movie if you’d like.”

“That sounds like a nice night,” you said, finishing off the eggs on your plate and turning to the pancakes. There were 3 stacked on top of each other, a side of syrup in a small silver cup for you to use on them. “And then can we shower together at some point. You can wash my hair.” You suggested and the man gave a soft smile at it.

“Of course we can, any time today that you’d like, my love.” He said, leaning in to press another kiss to your head before standing up. “I need to go clean up the kitchen, but I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes and we can stay here in bed for awhile.” You nodded at the man who walked out of the bedroom, turning your attention back to your breakfast and slowly finishing it off while he cleaned. Part of you felt bad because he’d made you breakfast and he was cleaning, but by time you finished your food and thought of going to help him, he was already done and heading back into the bedroom.

You looked over at the man and swallowed the last bit of food in your mouth.

“All done?”

“Yep.”

“Here, let me take this.” He said, grabbing the tray. “You can go to the bathroom if you need while I finish this real quick.” He said, heading for the kitchen while you took his suggestion and went to the bathroom. As quickly as you could, you went pee and washed your hands off, grabbing your toothbrush so that you’d smell clean and also get the pancake syrup off your teeth.

When you finished and started to head back to bed, Keiji was already there, getting comfortable beneath the covers and sending you a smile.

“Thank you for breakfast,” you said, walking over and sitting on your side of the bed. He smiled and pulled the covers up for you and scooted closer.

“Of course.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips that you were quick to return. There was a soft sound of thunder in the near distance that caught your attention away from the man, looking towards the windows while he gave a soft hum and laid back on the comfortable bed. “Come here, my love.” You smiled and laid down as close as you could to your fiancé, laying your head on his chest with a soft hum in content and resting your leg over his. He reached down, his warm hand setting down on your leg and giving it a soft rub.

“I’m tired.” You mumbled.

“Feel free to sleep on me for as long as you’d like.” He said. “I could stay here with you until lunch if that’s what you want. You know there’s nothing more on a day off that I love than being with you. In bed, shopping, watching a movie— I could be trapped in a car during a rainstorm or in a public restroom while there’s a snowstorm and I’d be happy as long as I was with you.” You smiled, leaning close to the man who had never once said a cruel thing to you or made you feel unwanted, your hand grasping onto his shirt as you cuddled closer.

“I agree, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” Keiji smiled, giving your back a gentle rub as he listened to the storm coming closer. It was something the two of you had bonded over all those years ago in high school. When he found you sitting by the window, watching the rain rather than rushing to your next class like he was, he forced himself to stop and it sparked a conversation between the two of you that he never thought could have happened.

Instead of simply being the pretty girl he sat beside in several of his classes, you became something more: a friend, and not too long after that, you became even more than a mere friend. And now, he could barely believe he’d been so frightened to talk to you when he was younger. Now that he reached down and felt the ring on your finger, he couldn’t have helped the smile on his face even if he wanted to as he thought about how glad he was he ran late to his class that day.

Keiji had taken this day off months in advance, trying to plot and scheme what he could do for the day to make this last birthday before the two of you got married extra special; first he thought of inviting your friends and having a surprise party planned out at the apartment while he took you to lunch and Bokuto got everything ready, but selfishly he couldn’t help but wanting to spend one more day alone with you. Even if he saw you so frequently since the two of you moved in together this last month of September— an excruciatingly hot month and he’d remembered how sweaty he’d been on moving day— he still wanted to be with you alone rather than with other people.

Holding you in his arms like this wouldn’t be an option if other people were coming over, and he was glad he agreed with Bokuto to do a birthday celebration for you over this weekend rather than inviting people over today like he originally thought.

Giving a soft sound, you suddenly moved, sitting on the mans waist and leaning down to kiss him. His confused face quickly changed as he smiled and brought his hands to your waist.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He gave a soft hum as you kissed him again right after speaking.

“I love you, too.” He said, kissing you back quickly. “So much.” You smiled against, leaning closer to the man and pressing your chest to his own. He gave a soft hum against your mouth, his hand sliding along your ass and thighs gently. You suddenly pulled back and looked down at the man with a content look on your face that made him fall that much more in love with you in this simple moment.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He smiled and reached up to press his palm gently to your face, his thumb softly caressing your cheekbone.

“And I can’t wait to spend my life with you as well,” he said, nearly flushing when you turned your head to press a soft kiss to his palm all the while looking down sweetly at him. “All the mornings we have like this one in the future. All the date nights we have where we end up not leaving the house and falling asleep on each other on the sofa instead,” he added. You gave a soft giggle as you thought back to the numerous times the two of you, even as young adults even still, had fallen asleep on each other when you promised the other that you’d get up soon to get ready for a Friday night out— though you never could find it in you to be upset that the night didn’t work out like you’d wanted it to in the morning when you planned the night. After all, all you had wanted was to be with Keiji, even if the two of you stayed home and slept or went out to dinner.

“We’ll have so many more snowy weekend mornings together to watch the snow fall and to drink hot tea by the window.” Keiji smiled and nodded, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you close.

“And so many more years for me to remind you just how much I love you, and so many more even after for me to fall even more for you every day.” You flushed as you leaned in to kiss the man, cupping his face gently in your hands.

“Then we have even more for me to realize that there’s no end to how much I love you.” You said softly. He smiled and pressed his forehead to yours with a quiet hum as the thunder that was closer than before rolled overhead.

“Until we’re laid beside each other in death, I want nothing more than to wake up seeing you every morning as my first sight rather than the ceiling or my window.” You grinned, kissing the man again and moving what seemed like to him impossibly close.

“I’d like nothing more than to wake up for the rest of my life with your hand holding my face and your eyes being the first thing I see. We can give each other memories to go back to when we’re lonely and away from each other.” He gave a soft hum at your words and pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Then how about you give me some more blissful sights of you this morning to add to my memories.” He said, slowly leaning you back on the bed and earning a cute laugh from you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he pushed you gently against the mattress.

“I think I could help you out with that this morning so long as you help me out in return.” He smiled and kissed your neck, then your jaw before whispering into your ear.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’ll make it the best birthday I can.”

“If I’m with you, it already will be.”

[kthynes]

baby me

pairing: chris evans x female reader

request: Can you pls write something about Chris sick with some kind of stomach bug and fever and doesn’t want the reader to help him because he’s embarrassed but then he throw up and almost faint so the reader comes to the rescue and help him, and then cuddles? Thank you!!❤️ - anon

warnings: none, this is pretty pg

a/n: I wrote this one shot a little differently, it’s way less wordy and descriptive (imo). I’m trying to be more ‘to the point’ with my writing ahh we shall see how it goes. Otherwise please enjoy this little gem, thanks for the request, anon!

“What do you mean you can’t have it done? Oh, c’mon Tony that’s not what I— Alright okay, you know what, sure, whatever, do that then.”

You’re annoyed. You’re frustrated. You rummage through your oversized purse for the house keys that Chris has graciously lent you yet you somehow manage to misplace in the silk sheath of lining, receipts and a whole slew of miscellany.

Your one track life becomes an undisputed conundrum of work which never fails to follow you home even on a somewhat good day. Tony, the wrought-up site manager, says something the minute you tune out which allows to spiral right back in. Sometimes you bark. And sometimes you bite.

“Right but the unit division budget doesn’t have anything going forward in respect to that notion! You know this!” You boisterously tell your colleague after jiggling the door open and tossing the keys on top of the nearby console. The house is quiet, and your voice is the loudest carrying tremor that pulls Chris out of his lulling state. “No, no you are not fucking negotiating with Kingsley alright. That isn’t apart of the deal, Tone! Jesus.”

Your call consumes you just until you see your deadbeat partner sprawled up on the couch, sallow and sick. His dry lips are agape, breathing is staggered, little to no life is present in his form. His beautiful mutt looks to you from his side, tail slightly wagging and that is enough to have your heart torn out.

“Hey, hey Tony, can I call you back later? O-Oh sure, okay yeah that’s fine. Okay, alright buh-bye.” You frantically end the call, furrowing your brows as you take long, leaping strides towards Chris who is finally relieved to see you in all of your concerned beauty.

“Everything okay baby?” He croaks like a dying horse, eyes closing as his stomach lurches some more.

“You’re asking me? Goodness Chris, you look terrible.” You cradle the side of his balmy face while crouched in front of him. You are frightened with worry as he kisses the inside of your palm in return. The sweet action itself makes you wince as you scan his sunken and unpropitious features.

Chris is at his worst. You knew he was feeling a bit under the weather but didn't think once that it'd be this bad. He's severely impaled, sweating up a storm yet swathed in his favorite velour duvet. The TV is fuzzily broadcasting C-Span while Chris’s laptop is flipped open with a flood of emails that he wasn’t able to get around to. There’s a half eaten loaf bread and an open sleeve of crackers that doesn’t pass his appetite. While looking around, you casually pet Dodger with one free hand who also seems to be happy to see his momma around and readily waiting for you to do something.

“I don’t know what it is that I had last night at the launch party but it’s rocking my insides honey.” Chris groans after feeling another ripple go through his abdominal cavity.

“Aw baby you should’ve called me. I would’ve picked up some Pedialyte and left work early.” You reach over to turn off the TV and close the laptop.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

"Too late for that, hon." You fearfully laugh while getting back to him and running a hand through the top of his head down to the nape of his neck. "Now c'mon lets get you in bed first and then I can make you some light dinner."

"I'm fine." Chris hums, loving the way your hands felt against the shaft of his scalp. "You just came home from work, you're probably really tired — go shower and get changed. I'm good right here."

"Don't be stupid, Evans. I can do all that later, now up." After some reluctant attempts you manage to get Chris up who for the most part can stand on his own two feet. Dodger barks his cautionary welcome as you and Chris trudge across the threshold of the single storey home together. You both enter his unmade room and that’s when Chris freezes in mid-stride. He has an uneasy feeling wash over him and everything becomes a jolting sprint of madness.

"Oh no babe I think I might—“ Upchuck. Chunks of indistinguishable remnants of undigested food and bile all came down on your frame as you stood in the line of fire. It’s fleeting and there wasn’t much you could do as you wore his vomit, letting it weigh down the front of your seersucker blouse and skirt.

"Fuuuuck." He panics and you exhale shakily with your arms spread apart, studying the wet projectile painting that amasses your body.

"It's fine. It’s okay." You say while trying to remain sympathetic and undeterred by throwing up yourself because the smell was impalpable. You imprudently gag while guiding Chris back to the bed. "How about you lie down and I’ll just —Chris? Chris!"

Chris's eyes gradually roll back, his body swings forward the minute he sits on the edge of the mattress and with your fast reflexes you manage to catch him against you. He's practically deadweight, passed out and that scares you.

"Oh god Chris babe? Baby, hey, hey..." You shake him a little as his face is caught in the crook of your neck, body rigidly leaned up against yours. He moans a little, regaining consciousness in a matter of seconds and calming your increased heart-rate that still continues to thunder. He was truly going through the motions.

"You alright?" You breathe, placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm so sorry, baby I...I..." He's a bit frazzled as you hush, pacify and hold him close to your form. He breathes you in as you strip off your soiled blouse and skirt. He’s hunched over when you start to peel off the black tee he has on that is smeared with vomit as well, leaving him bare chested in your embrace. You are crouching in front of him, his forehead against you shoulder while your hands were rubbing his back and soothing him. You could hear the low indigestible rumbles coming from his belly knowing how bad he’s been having it on both ends. “Oh I feel terrible Y/N.”

“I know. How about you get in the shower with me." You whisper in a non-sexual way as his body is burning up and the sour smell of regurgitation still lingered around your bodies. He softly nods and with some consuming seconds later, you walk him into the ensuite.

After you both wash up in the shower, you pass Chris some fresh clothes to change into while you travelled across the room in nothing but a towel for the past 10 minutes or so, making sure Chris was able to get himself sorted out first before you stepped away to get changed.

With dinner on your mind, you start thinking to yourself how you can't leave Chris alone in this state. You have an idea and that’s when you text Scott to bring up some dinner so that way you could spend some time holding Chris and making sure that he was okay.

Scott at 7:45 pm:

'On it baby cakes. Ma knows, she's making his favorite chicken noodle with lots of cayenne, ginger and all the good stuff. So you just stay put alright?’

You smile after reading the immediate response from Chris’s sweet brother. While you continue lathering yourself up in lotion you could hear Chris dozing off on the bed. You turn off the bathroom lights and leave to start up a load of laundry before sneaking back into bed with him. Chris stirs a bit before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“I promise I won’t throw up on you again.”

“Only if you don’t have to.” You whisper jokingly while pressing your lips against the underside of his chin. He hums at this with his eyes closed, his hands graze your exposed skin as he’s trying to hold you as inhumanely close to him as possible. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Scott’s going to be dropping off food so don’t go to sleep yet.” You state, drifting in apprehensive thought. Soon Dodger whimpers into the room and you pat the spot next to you for him to jump on. Chris has always been weary of having Dodger on the bed but because of extenuating circumstances you felt like his presence was also needed as well.

“That’s fine. Thanks again for everything.” He shuffles over after he sees Dodger crawling up and wedging himself in between the both of you. “Mmm hi bubba.”

“Anything for you mio amore.” You say, rubbing his soft belly and soothing the ache to the best of your ability.

“You know, you’re going to be an amazing mother some day Y/N.” Chris muses.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” Chris rebuts, drawing in a deep breath with his eyes closed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You say in return, spending the rest of the evening in his wake before the entire Evans clan shows up at the front door, each worried silly about their pride and joy, leaving Chris to be theirs and having you watch from afar while they enforced their own tender love and care.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Hello, I have awaken from my grave ⚰ And I wanna request something cause it's been a while! Would you mind writing about how Tigress/Sheena would interact with her baby if she has one? Thought it'd be cute and ligthearted and wanted to request something fun.

- 💖🔫

Compromise 

[Author’s Note: Hell yeah I get to write about Sheena!! Also welcome back!]

Sheena after VILE 

     “No need to worry hon, me and the little one are going to have a great time!” Sheena kissed your cheek and pat your shoulder before pulling away. “Call me if you need anything.” 

Once the front door shut her smile dropped and she sat on the ground where the infant was holding a colorful plastic ring in one of their tiny hands. “Alright, listen up.” Sheena crossed her arms and the baby cooed at her. “I know you need Y/n and they’re completely enamored with you but don’t forget,” She pointed to herself. “I was here first.” 

The baby reached forward, moving their arms attempting to get Sheena’s attention. Your girlfriend may be jealous that most of your time was preoccupied by the baby but she wasn’t just going to neglect it. She picked them up and a staring contest was initiated. The scowl immediately left her face, replaced with a dreamy sigh. “You have their eyes.” She stood up with them in her arms. 

“Okay you aren’t so bad, how about we share Y/n?” The baby cooed and Sheena took it as a yes. “Glad we could reach an agreement.” 

Tigress in VILE 

[Author’s Note: This was trickier to do but I still wanted to. Let’s just say you were apart of a different criminal organization and joined VILE later in your life then met Tigress while you were the prego.]

     “Finally.” Tigress whispered as she stood up and stretched. She had been rocking the cradle for two hours before the little one was able to fall asleep. Now she could finally get some sleep herself. The moment she nestled under her covers there was a knock on her door that caused her to groan in frustration. “Are you kidding me!?” She whispered shouted as she stomped to her room’s door. 

Sheena didn’t know who decided to knock on her door this late at night but they were gonna get an earful. The door flew open and some of the many people by the door flinched back. “It is 1:00 am! What do you want!?” She continued to whisper shout in order to keep the baby in a peaceful slumber. 

Grey put his hand up defensively. “Woah kitty don’t pounce! We just wanted to see the little bugger.” Antonio smiled shyly. “Y/n said we could see them if you were still awake.” Tigress scowled at the poor man. “You disturbed them to see the baby!? What part of recovering do you not under- Hey what are you doing!?” Sheena broke her whisper as the Mime moved past her and went towards the cradle. He looked at the resting baby then at everyone else with the shiniest. Everyone else rudely took that as their invitation. 

“How does something so small get so big!?” Jean lightly rocked the cradle. 

“What’s their name?” Antonio readjusted the blanket to make sure the baby was warm. 

“You shouldn’t have them by the window the noise will scare them.” Paper Star said in a “matter of fact” tone. 

“It’s like looking at a little Y/n!” Grey said lightly patting their head. 

“It’s drooling in its sleep.” Dash Haber pointed out. “Gross.” 

“Awww it’s got the cutest little button nose!” Neal gushed. 

Mime Bomb had picked up a music box and was slowly playing it. 

Sheena got back into bed and put the blanket over her. “If you wanna watch the baby while I catch up on my sleep go ahead. But if it anything happens to them you all won’t stand a change.” 

[thedevillionaire]

Unguarded Moments

A supernatural soap opera soft domestic fluff indulgence, Cerberus and Kia, not particularly long after their bonding; it’s all still new to both of them and this is very much uncharted territory. As always, thank you so much for reading, and any questions, please do ask! ❤️ --- Kia hangs her coat on the rack in the foyer and looks across at her bonded, semi-nested on the couch in plush claret dressing robe, black silk pyjama ensemble, and a thick miasma of coldhaze practically tangible. Among the miscellany residing on the coffee table, an all-but-empty carafe of what was… probably merlot accompanies an assortment of what definitely is an excess of Healing phials, even emptier, and several papers and documents in a haphazard stack nearby – a few, rather tellingly, scattered crumpled on the floor. And the requisite box of tissues, of course, a ubiquitous companion over the last day and a half.

It’s a veritable diorama of a broken promise.

But he's looking at her like she’s some sort of deity and he's the most gorgeous dishevelled mess she’s ever seen, red-nosed and rumpled and he’s never broken a promise to her before but it turns out she’s not caring much about that right now and all she wants to do is hold him and she knows that any attempt at chastisement is going to ring false and she feels like that’s barely the point anyway.

You are not fair.

“Honey, what ha…”

“Mm-mm.” Cerberus interrupts her with sudden urgency, gives a quick shake of his head and holds up an index finger of one hand, claims a succession of tissues with the other, his expression frozen in anticipatory commitment before giving over resolutely to the need possessing, ferocious, undeniable. “Huh-hhAHTSSCHhuu! Huh-AAHTSSCHHuu! Hh…” A moment of pause for breath; deep inhalation of desperate need and then utter capitulation, doubling over, dramatic heavy all-encompassing, entirely surrendered. “hh-HH! Ahh-HEHTSSHHUU!”

“Bless you!”

He looks vaguely taken aback at his own theatrics for a moment, flicks several displaced strands of hair back from his face with notably deliberate presentation, gathers himself somewhat against a room spinning a fair bit more than it ought. A flash of aetherfire devours the tissues in the latest offering to a sacrificial altar that refuses to be appeased, and he turns to face Kia with a quiet sigh and congested sniffle. “Excuse me.” He offers her a nonplussed, apologetic smile. “Failed to make a miraculous recovery, I’m afraid.”

“Aw, hon.” Kia chuckles softly, affectionately. She looks him over with a mostly failed attempt to be at least a little bit stern as he meets her gaze in bleary appreciation – illness, lack of sleep, merlot and medication combining to subdue the usual piercing intensity of his gaze, casting a layer of gauze over steel. She runs a gentle hand through his hair, places a kiss to his forehead.

“So…what happened to staying in bed?”

“Mm, yes, well—” Clearing his throat, Cerberus adjusts his position on the couch. “—it turns out I’m terrible at that.” He sniffles again, smiles with a tipsy charm he doesn’t quite intend, and attempts, not very well, to appear rather more functionally lucid than he is. “Anyway, the whole bed idea is overrated. I’m no less ill in it than I am out of it, just more horizontal, and less gets done.”

Kia bites back laughter. “Um, yes? Exactly? You’re not meant to be getting anything done. You’re meant to be resting. That was the deal.” Taking a seat beside him on the couch, caressing his shoulder as she does so, she places a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You remember the deal, right?” She meets his gaze then, and finally manages to bring a touch of admonishment to her tone. “You promised me you’d behave yourself.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t listen to me, love. I’m clearly…” Cerberus’s breath catches and he hurries the completion of his sentence as the demanding itch stirs resurgent. “—clearly deli… hh-HH! …delirious.” Turning from Kia with urgency, he brings his elbow to his face in tight cover. “Hhh-AHTSSCHHuu! Ugh, gods, pardon me. *SNF!*” He looks back at her as if this provided undeniable evidence of such, takes another tissue, wipes his nose and sniffles again. “It’s no wonder I can’t think straight,” he adds as she blesses him, and points towards the empty Healing phials, somewhat unsteadily. “They promise conflagration and deliver a suntan.”

Kia doesn’t quite manage to bite back the laughter this time. “Okay, okay, but I don’t think taking…what is that, anyway? Did you… Is that…is that all of it? Babe.” She stretches an arm across his shoulders, rests her head against his and sighs in feigned and fond exasperation. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

Cerberus rubs his nose with the back of his wrist, sniffles thickly. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’m entirely doable with,” he says, excuses himself via Mindsend and blows his nose, another flame-claimed tissue following. “And unbelievably attractive right now. *snf!*” He smiles wryly with a softdark resignation, raises an eyebrow.

And while his self-deprecation is not lost on Kia, she…very definitely does not disagree. Her tone overtly salacious, she returns his gaze with bedroom eyes, traces a tapered fingernail along the angular contours of his face as he nestles against her, and teases a thoroughly decadent, “Mmm, I can barely take it.”

Cerberus gives a quiet, appreciative chuckle at her words, though not from any true belief in them. “Although,” he declares with a measure of optimistic conviction and another sharp sniffle, “I’ve not made a complete disaster of the day,” and indicates the room in general with a vague sweep of his hand. “Mm? Nothing’s on fire that shouldn’t be.” He’s only partially facetious; given the amount of incinerated tissues, the possibility is more than a negligible one. Especially when coupled with his compromised senses.

His attempt at a surreptitious glance around the room is not nearly as surreptitious as intended.

“Did you just check that?!” Kia stares at him a moment, incredulous, before she collapses into laughter, shakes her head. “Oh, my god.”

Cerberus has no chance for any response, hijacked by an urgency he recognises as inevitability very quickly, and he has neither time nor space to do anything much about it; with a Mindsent apology itself interrupted by commanding need, he crushes the unavoidable release as best he can against his shoulder and Kia’s embrace.

“HXXtsch!” The burning itch goes nowhere, no relief and no cessation, and he really would rather not sneeze on his beloved, surely enough has already gone wrong today, but gods he’s not liking his chances and oh for fuck’s sake...

“HNXTschu!” His second attempt at stifling does little more than send searing sinus pain reverberating through his head and he groans, presses a strong hand against his nose to no effect, breath hitching again immediate, the tickle relentless, inexorable. Kia takes his hand in his own, Mindsending pure sensation of security, no judgement, an embrace of safe haven, and his brow creases further with uncertainty but he’s unable to truly focus on anything other than physical demand absolute, turns from Kia as much as possible and sneezes powerfully, ferocious. “hhAAHTSSCHHUU! Ahh-HEHTSSHhuu! …ughh…”

“Bless you, sweetheart.”

He nods in tired gratitude as he accepts the tissues she passes him, blows his nose accompanied by Mindsent apology, but the dizzying, disorienting wave of exhaustion that runs through him now is pounding, oppressive, draining the last of his energy – or the sanctuary Kia’s presence offers him providing a reason to abandon any more attempts to fight. Perhaps both. Either way, he accepts her unspoken invitation as she repositions herself and a cushion or two, beckoning him to join her, and he lies against her with a sigh, his head on her chest.

:Thank you, darkling. For being here.:

Never in question, and she frowns, perplexed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

A quietly pathetic sniffle muffled against her shirt. “I’m clearly a biohazard.”

“Aw, well, maybe, but you’re my biohazard.” Kia curls an arm around him, tightens her hold a moment. “I just want to help you feel better, babe,” she says gently.

Cerberus nestles closer against her with some mumbled not-entirely-coherent appreciative somethings; his radiant heat against her skin, the descent of sleepdrift bringing a further raw and dark sensuality to his cold-roughened rich timbre, his voice a pyromantic boudoir purr as he closes his eyes and murmurs, “Did you know that sometimes I’m sure that I’ve made you up? You’re so improbable, darkling.” He hums a barely audible mm of gratitude, warmth, comfort.  :I love you beyond all measure.:

Kia’s too heartstruck to respond; a small and plaintive oh is the most she can manage as she feels the cadence of his breathing shift to sleep, congested but regular, almost rhythmic, peaceful, his weight against her notably heavier as the need for proper rest finally wins.

She doesn’t expect an answer but she checks anyway. “Babe?”

Kia smiles in soft resignation as she finds herself inadvertently but not unwillingly trapped on the couch with her cold-ridden, meds-high and beautiful bonded, passed out with his head on her chest, and her arm’s getting kind of numb and she thinks she should probably wake him so she can move it but who is she kidding, she knows she’s not going to. She leans forward to touch the softest of kisses to the top of his head, adjusts her own position as best she can, strokes his hair slowsoothing, repetitive, hypnotic, and thinks oh well I guess this will be fine for now; somewhere souldeep, she thinks this would be fine forever.

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[deerestapologies]

5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name

(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)

Diluc

1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.

The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.

"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."

He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.

You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.

"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."

You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.

-

2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.

"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."

The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.

"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"

He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.

-

3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.

So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.

"I'm home." He calls softly.

"Welcome back." You say just as softly.

He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.

"How did it go?"

He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.

"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

-

4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.

"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"

"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."

He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"

As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.

You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.

"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."

You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.

"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.

"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."

Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.

"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."

-

5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.

"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"

The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.

"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."

You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."

You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.

He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.

He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."

+

1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.

After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.

Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.

"Sleep, my love, I am here."

Zhongli

1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Forget something?"

"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."

You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.

"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.

"Ah, of course."

Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.

"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."

He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.

-

2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.

You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.

When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.

You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.

He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."

You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."

You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"

A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.

"No, nothing more important than this."

-

3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.

You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.

Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.

"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."

You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.

"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.

But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.

-

4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.

You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"

The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"

"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."

He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.

"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"

"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."

As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.

-

5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.

It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.

So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.

The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.

You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.

Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."

"That sounds perfect."

You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.

After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.

You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.

He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.

"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."

"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"

You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.

He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.

+

1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.

You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.

He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.

"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."

You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.

"Have you now?"

"Always."

[nais-doodles]

THE FINAL PRODUCT AHHHH. This took a lot out of me but I am so proud of how it came together in the end, ahhhh.

Here are the original sketches if you’re curious as to how everyone looked originally.

Obligatory ask for you to click through

And finally, finally, my headcanons below the cut, so ya’ll don’t have to be bogged down with them. Warning, it’s kinda long

Hi, I put off making pancakes to write this

Lucifer

Lucifer owns a private detective agency (Edit: It’s got a name now! Morningstar Detective Agency, courtesy of the lovely @impastaz309), and all the brothers are in one way or another involved in it

The agency works with the police in the more secretive cases, usually ‘important’ people going missing under mysterious circumstances, drug trafficking etc.

Though he’s the head, a lot of the time he’s handling paperwork which helps cover the brothers and his back, especially since some of the stuff they do, and links they have with other people and organisations, could be exploited at their expense.

He’s looking at satan btw lmao

Running a detective agency and also keeping tabs on his brothers is very hard ™ so Lucifer is just, tired, all the time. Please give him a shoulder rub and smooches

Mammon

Usually used as bait, believe it or not, therefore his existence is somewhat of a mystery. He has to keep a low profile.

If you asked someone in the street, unless they were really involved in the agency (which they wouldn’t be), has a high ranking in the police (unlikely), or any of the other organisations the agency associates with (probably not) they wouldn’t know he exists

Mammon is very good at his job, organising meetings with middlemen, smooth talking his way out of situations, getting even the criminals themselves to come and meet him without a mediator

He is only ever used when they agency or police know with absolute certainty that the person they’ll be catching will be arrested without fail - which is of course impossible to know, so it’s always a gamble when they pull Mammon out of the deck

Good luck dating him because this guy can’t really go in public for too long at a time

Leviathan 

He works at a newspaper agency, or at least that’s what they want you to think

In reality the whole reporter business is a front, and Leviathan is an information broker. Or rather, the head of a small group of information brokers.

The city is big, and one person alone isn’t enough to cover everything, but man is his group efficient

Every address change, every telephone call made, every booking of hotel rooms, all of it, he keeps tabs on it all

The information he’s gathered has helped the private detective agency out in a pinch many times, and will continue to do so in the future

“I’m very very busy, so please don’t call me during work, sweetheart. Especially not this particular number, that’s only for emergencies, and even then, it better be life or death, okay? Okay.”

Satan

Works in a bar. Specifically, a bar in a kinda sorta illegal underground fight club. It’s very illegal don’t let anyone fool you

A lot of the more questionable people of the city frequent this bar, and let me tell you, some people cannot keep their mouth shut once they’ve had a few drinks.

Anything Leviathan or Asmodeus can’t catch (don’t worry I’m getting there), is usually picked up by Satan via a blabbermouth who had too much to drink that night.

Satan is also pretty chummy with a lot of the fighters, and has a tendency to be the one patching up the milder injuries after fights

Therefore, he has a lot of favours he can collect, so if Lucifer ever needs some muscle that goes beyond what Beel can provide, Satan in there recommending a few of the more... smarter(?) fighters at the club.

Please don’t scratch his bar, he is a very forgiving bartender, but ruining the mahogany imported from England will have him beating the shit out of you 

Asmodeus

A bit of a celebrity, his rise to fame being both accidental and very useful

Think barbershop quartet, but he does a lot of solo work as well. The other three guys in the barbershop quartet are an absolute blast, and Asmodeus loves them to bits.

Originally, Lucifer was furious. How does he expect to work in the agency if he’s off singing at clubs and attending fancy parties? Then he realised something: Asmodeus can keep tabs on any of the more sketchy celebrities who slip through the net

So off into stardom Asmodeus went, attending lavish parties and singing at packed theatres, collecting dirt, formulating blackmail, getting only the best gossip and pulling favours along the way.

“Jen, hon, did you hear about Carter? Apparently, he’s sleeping with the daughter of the Chief of Police.” 

“Wait a minute... Asmo, isn’t she married?”

“She is most definitely married.” 

“Oh my.”

Beelzebub

Usually seen working with Belphegor, partially because, well, that’s his twin brother and he likes his brother, so why not?

And also because Belphegor always needs backup

Though he isn’t always with Belphegor, really, he’s just sent whenever Lucifer is wary of sending anyone in the agency somewhere on their own.

Think of Beel as a bodyguard of sorts. He is always there to stop things form getting physical if needs be, but he isn’t always enough on his own despite being an absolute powerhouse. So sometimes he’ll go around with someone Satan recommended too

They’re really nice actually, Beel was super surprised, you’d think they’d have no manners? (That’s because Satan gives you the nice ones Beel, thank him once in a while) 

They also all think he’s a marvel of muscle send from the gods so ya know. And they all get him cakes from that bakery he loves, so they’re all good in Beel’s book

Belphegor

You know the whole good cop bad cop routine? Yeah, Belphie is both depending on who you need for that current situation. 

Masterful in the art of manipulation, Lucifer uses him on the more tough to crack people who sit in the interrogation room

He is actually pretty good at shoving the fragmented pieces of a case together, weaving a story that gets the person being interrogated sweating bullets

Even when he is way off, he still manages to worm information out of the subject a lot faster than anyone at the police station. Point, private detective agency.

Like I said, he can be the good cop or the bad cop, though because he isn’t all that intimidating, he’s usually asked to be good cop

But dear lord he is a scary bad cop, and everyone in the police force and their mother knows it

If you got this far wow, hi, thanks! And you may or may not be happy to know I’m planning on another noir piece, this time featuring the undatables and maybe my mcs too idk yet

[chitsangenthusiast]

can i get an uhhhhh zukka fluff number 10?

me, walking in two days late with a venti caramel flat white: hey lol

(sorry for this lateness! i wasn’t expecting to be so exhausted after irl stuff this weekend BUT in my defense you did give me the hair braiding prompt so. really. ofc it was gonna get out of hand and need more time lmaooooo rip)

i hope you enjoy!!

the prompt: "stop moving and let me braid your hair"

"Ugh, I’m so going to get sick. This sucks.”

Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.

“I woke up sick and you woke up next to me. Hate to break it to you, love, but it’s going to happen regardless," he states, then elbows him again when Sokka moans in sorrow. “You're such a baby. Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“Bossy,” Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husband’s thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.

(the full ficlet under the cut!)

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The sound of his husband’s footsteps has Sokka turning—and he’s met with the sight of Zuko already glaring at him before he can even properly raise a judgmental brow.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed?” he asks anyway, and rolls his eyes in amusement when Zuko petulantly crosses his arms with an annoyed sniff.

And then sniffs again, harder, in a useless attempt at clearing his clogged nose.

“I heard Izumi,” he says, and immediately has to cough a few times into his elbow to try to smooth down the dry, painful rasp in his throat.

Sokka just snorts, and doesn’t come closer.

Instead, he repositions their daughter so that her sleepy face can be better seen across the room. Covered in her favorite blanket and wrapped tight around her dad’s shoulders, she looks exhausted. Her eyes only barely open from being jostled around, acknowledging her baba’s presence before slipping shut again with a small whine, and Zuko’s pulse can’t help but trip over the sickly flush on her own cheeks or the tiny wet coughs she occasionally lets out. He quickly steps into the room toward her.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?”

Sokka’s derisive tone stops him from getting too far. It’s softer, not it’s usual brash volume in an effort to be gentle on Izumi’s ears (and Zuko’s headache), which means it’s also entirely ineffective.

Zuko stares hard at him as he determinedly makes his way over, and Sokka lets out a loud groan.

“Hon, you’re sick! Get back in bed!” he tries again, this time in mounting horror when Zuko starts to get close, and he quickly pivots so that her body is blocked from view by his own. “She doesn’t need any more of your germs!”

“It’s just a cold, Sokka. Don’t be ridiculous,” Zuko scoffs—then has to cough into his elbow again before he can continue. He ignores the exasperated look he gets. “It’s just colds for both of us. Let me see my daughter, she’s not going to get any sicker if I’m around her.”

“Alright, well, you just saw her,” Sokka shoots back. He still hasn’t moved Izumi back into Zuko's line of sight, in case he tries to reach out and take her from his arms. “Now go lay down until I can come take care of you next.”

The complaint is heavy but without heat, and it makes Zuko finally look up at him with a frown. This close, he can see the clear exhaustion on his husband’s face; Izumi had come to his bedside early in the morning, sniffling and tearfully frustrated from not feeling well, so Sokka has been the one up with her all morning, alternating between taking care of her and passing along messages to the attendants about Zuko’s cancellations for the day since, naturally, he also woke up sick. He’s only half-dressed for work, with scruff still on his jaw and his hair draped over the shoulder that Izumi isn’t resting on, and Zuko’s mouth twists in quiet guilt.

“Your hair’s not done,” he blurts out, knowing better but too tired to think of a better way to phrase it, and Sokka grumps at him.

“Yeah, well, between a fussy sick husband and a poor little one who refused to be put down all morning—” here, he drops a quick kiss on Izumi’s head and rubs a sympathetic hand up her back— “I haven’t really had the time to put it up for the day yet.”

Zuko cuts a glance to the clock. “Don’t you have a meeting in an hour?”

He winces at Sokka’s hard sigh.

“I’ll just—” Suddenly, Izumi lets out a big sneeze, quickly followed by an agitated cry, and Sokka shifts her around so that she’s better cocooned in his arms as he starts to sway a little to calm her. “I’ll get to it eventually. Or I’ll just show up like this and guilt everyone into doing what I want. Could be a good tactic actually, I think some of the committee members are parents who would empathize.”

“Let me do it for you.”

Sokka immediately steps away from him with a deep frown. “Nope, keep your sick hands away from me. I’m the only one left!”

“I won’t get you sick,” Zuko snaps, and doesn’t care about Sokka’s complaining as he drags him over to the couch to gently push him down into the cushions. Izumi fusses, wiggling against her dad’s hands so that she can pull away from his shoulder—then does a hard tilt over, startling both of her fathers as she dives into the pillow right next to Sokka’s leg.

“Izumi!”

As soon as her head hits the cool fabric, she lets out a happy, relieved noise and snuggles down into it. Her blanket comes up tighter around her shoulders, her feet shuffle around slightly in Sokka’s lap as she works to get comfortable, and she doesn’t even bother giving either of her dads the time of day before closing her eyes to try to find sleep.

Zuko promptly plops down next to his husband, shocked and a little woozy. “She’s not allowed to hang out with Toph anymore.”

“Does she think she’s an earthbender, just falling back like that without a care?” Sokka quietly seethes back in agreement. One of his hands comes down to wrap around her ankle as he lets out an explosive sigh, and he drops his head heavy against the back of the couch. “The two of you are going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Zuko pouts. “I haven’t even done anything yet today.”

“You’re out of bed when I told you not to be,” Sokka fires back, then quickly leans away when he notices the hands reaching out for his hair. “Ugh, I’m so going to get sick. This sucks.”

Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.

“I woke up sick and you woke up next to me. Hate to break it to you, love, but it’s going to happen regardless," he states, then elbows him again when Sokka moans in sorrow. “You're such a baby. Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“Bossy,” Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husband’s thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.

The sight makes Zuko press a tiny kiss into the braid. “You know, I missed getting my ‘good morning’ kiss from you.”

Sokka immediately snorts. “Izumi got all my kisses this morning, sorry babe. I’ll give you one when you can finally breathe through both nostrils again.”

“Too long,” Zuko complains back, as he finishes off one of the braids. With Izumi half draped over his lap, Sokka will likely only be able to wear the two on his right side today since Zuko can't really get to the other side of his head, so he moves to start pulling his hair up into a wolf tail.

Sokka hums, and looks over with an sad, wistful smile. “Yeah, I can agree with that.”

With his hair held up in a fist, Zuko can now see the bare stretch of his husband’s neck, along with the dark fuzz of hair on his scalp that will need to be shaved at some point. He spends more time than necessary trying to catch any flyaways, sliding his hand up and around his head just so he can relish this moment of touch, and smiles at the quiet sigh he receives.

“I love you,” Sokka murmurs, one hand still on their daughter’s foot and the other rubbing light circles on his husband’s thigh. Zuko chuckles as he makes quick work of securing the wolf tail.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, and then leans in. He takes a moment, just a quick one, to press his warm forehead against Sokka’s skin—his body temperature does nothing too soothe, but Zuko’s spirits are still wonderfully lifted anyway—before pulling back to leave a lingering kiss on that same spot.

“There, without any worries of catching my cold.”

Sokka’s responding exhale is fulfilled, contented, and definitely whiny. Zuko drops another kiss there, just so he can appreciate the whining part again, then presses a few more along his hairline because the elated inhale he gets is too good not to be rewarded.

And then he keeps going, covering his husband’s head in little kisses as he loosely wraps his arms around his shoulders—only to be surprised into a long, firm kiss when Sokka suddenly (carefully, to not disturb a snoozing Izumi) twists around to pull him close. Zuko laughs into it, utterly pleased at finally getting what he’s wanted all morning, and curls around his husband as they indulge themselves in kiss after sweet kiss.

“You’re definitely going to get sick now,” he eventually mumbles into Sokka’s mouth, but he doesn’t pull away, and neither does Sokka.

He does let out a long-suffering laugh though, and lands a quick kiss on the space right between Zuko’s eyes. “Oh, I'm well aware, hon. Izumi kept blowing raspberries in my face earlier. Like I said, the absolute death of me.”

Still, the fingers that have found their way into Zuko’s hair push on the back of his neck anyway, beckoning.

Zuko grins, and dutifully falls back in to collect more of his husband’s kisses.

[mutigold]

⌗ DAY OF THE FORGOTTEN — chris bangchan

where it seems no one remembers your birthday, not even your boyfriend.

pairing. bangchan x reader

c.w. fluff! lil’ angst! a tiny bit of cursing, happy ending, upset reader, clueless channie.

w.c. 1.1k

“good morning, sweetheart.”

hearing the raspy sound of your boyfriend composed a smile upon your face; and involved with you turning around to see his sleepy figure. his moppy dyed hair looked beyond the ordinary since he was tossing and turning all night, and the sleepwear he wore was wrinkly.

“good morning, hon’. looks like you had quite the hour.” you teased.

bangchan dropped right next to you on the sofa and took the cup of the black beverage out of your hand. “thank you.” he thanked happily.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

“w-why are you staring at me like that?”

“you remember what day it is; right?” you questioned gazing at the sleep-deprived australian.

bangchan began to think real hard, questioning himself with, “day? come on, what day is it. it must be really important if y/n tried to remind you.”

just then, it clicked. “ah! yes, thanks for reminding me, sweetheart. the guys and i scheduled a studio session for the new album. can’t be late for that, i’m gonna go get dressed and see you later.” he rushed handing you back the coffee and springing up back to the room to get ready.

you couldn’t believe it; he left you. he left you with this stupid hot drink you didn’t even like but still made for him, forgetting a day that only happens every year.

your birthday.

“y-yeah. i’ll see you later.”

trying to forget the incident that happened this morning, you decided to visit the guys during their session. it was always fun watching them get so professional and in the zone. plus maybe the others would remember your special day.

cautiously strolling into the room, you observed all eight members sitting around in an awkwardly shaped circle conversing. “i think this verse would be good with felix’s part. what do you think?” changbin stated.

“ah, that would be sick. combining those two would create a perfect melody.” han insisted so excited for the song to be heard by their fans. you lifted your lips in a small smile witnessing the produced family.

your presence wouldn’t have been known unless the baby, jeongin, hadn’t pointed it out. “hey, y/n is here!”

eyes wandered to your section, making you squirm. “oh, hiya sweetheart. what are you doing here?” bangchan examined.

“i-i just came to see if you were too busy to get some lunch.” you stuttered with a flushed face. you were totally embarrassed, especially when you saw the look on chan’s face. like he wanted to decline the invitation, but couldn’t figure a way to not hurt the little of feelings you had left.

“it’s okay, i’ll just see you later at home-”

“actually, i was gonna stay a few hours after dark to catch up on some lyrics; that is if you don’t mind.”

tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. shaking your head with a confirmation, since you could not speak at that moment unless you wanted your boyfriend and the rest of the members to hear you cry, and walked out.

“it’s like everyone forgot today!”

you heard a small cough behind you making you roll your eyes. “expect you and my parents.” you were currently staying at your best friend’s house spilling about everything that has happened to you in the past twenty-four hours.

when you stormed into their apartment sobbing, they quickly rushed to your rescue giving you a present from your favorite store. “well, what a happy fucking birthday to me, huh?” your friend rushes toward your teary frame, hugging you tightly.

“i’m sorry, hun’. but did you ever tell him what’s been going on?”

with a signal no, they get up from their seat next to you and demand, “well? what are we waiting for? get up so you can give him a piece of your mind!”

“n-no! i don’t want this to be a big issue. it’s okay, there’s always next year anyway.” you try to imply. however, knowing your best friend, they weren’t gonna let this go. so, you two took a trip back to the company building to give your boyfriend words.

“w-wait, seriously! we don’t need to do this!”

with your best friend tugging towards the door, they opened it and push you in. falling inside, you don’t see much. well, you don’t see anything at all. the room was pitch black dark with no sight of people around. “um? hello?”

“surprise!”

you screamed loudly afraid when everyone jumps up with party supplies in their hands. “happy birthday, y/n!”

“oh my goodness.”

“happy birthday sweetheart.” a familiar voice calls out. you turn to find bangchan holding an average-sized iced cake that had candles with your new age on it. you didn’t know it, but saltwater tears ran down your face observing the whole situation.

your boyfriend hadn’t forgotten your special day.

“oh, baby. i thought you forgot.”

he chuckled at you bringing the cake closer for you to blow the candles out. and once you did making your wish, he replied, “hon. i wouldn’t disregard your day like that. i was just pretending for the surprise party.”

“did you plan this out for me?”

han and minho came from the side grabbing a slice of cake. “loverboy sure did, y/n. he demanded everything to be right just for you.” han emphasizes making you and chan blush before strolling away.

“what about the studio session you said you had?”

“that was just an excuse for us to plan the party, but you came too early so we had to make up something, hence me telling you i had lyrics to write, to make you leave. plus i knew you would go to your friend’s place, so i explained the plan and they brought you here.”

more tears came down listening to chan’s plan. “aw, sweetheart don’t cry,” his hands wiped your face and replaced the tears with vanilla frosting from the cake. “no more tears, it’s time to celebrate your day.”

happy, you grab your boyfriend avoiding the cake he was still holding, and thanked him. “thank you. thank you so much baby.”

smiling, he whispers a “happy birthday y/n.”