#fank you i want to hug you too

[abreathofthewild]

oh, love. i wish i could give you the most giant hug<3

I WUV YOU VALK.

[tojipie]

˚ ✧ content: first-time parent toji, doctor reader, fluff, brief mentions of injury

“oh— hey! found one more for you down the hall.” a dreaded patient chart is thrust into your arms before you can tell the cheery nurse that your shift is already over. 

“great,” you mutter, tiredly scanning the stack of paperwork as you make your way down the hall. it was way too late for this. 

2-year-old male, already triaged and x-rayed. drove in by his dad about 2 hours ago. nothing too extensive, wouldn’t take more than an hour to get him sent home. 

soft cries greet you at the door to the examination room, a hushed voice— his father— attempting to console the child.

“megs, c'mon. you’re gonna be okay! these are good people.” the older man whispers, sighing as the toddler’s sobs only grow louder.

your knock silences them both, the little boy trying to put on a strong face for you despite the little sniffles wracking his chest. 

the kid is a carbon copy of his dad, donning the same shaggy black hair and big green eyes. the toddler looks up at you hesitantly, long lashes slick with tears.

“see? doctor’s here,” his dad coos, feigning fake excitement as you shut the door behind you. you can hear the quiver in his voice as he says it, anxiety eating away at his composure.

first-time parent you think, cute. always more terrified than the child. always.

“how’s our little trooper doing?” you smile, sympathetic to both their states. the younger boy says nothing, wiping the wetness from his face with his good arm. poor baby.

“fell off his trike in the driveway,” the father explains, shaking his head. he was charming, soft-spoken yet commanding respect. gnarled edges of a scar gracing the side of his mouth.

“can i see? just want to have a better look at the injury site,” you say calmly, snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“show her where it hurts kiddo,” he asks tenderly, wincing as you take the ice pack off to expose the child’s swollen wrist.  

megumi looks up at you curiously as you examine the injury, exhausted from a mix of pain and sleep deprivation.

 “mama?” he mumbles, idly kicking his feet in his father’s lap.

“no bud not mama.” the older man laughs, clearly embarrassed. you feel your heart twinge just a bit at the adorable show of confusion.  

“no broken skin, the joint is still aligned too.” you say confidently, placing the ice pack back. “likely not a break or a dislocation but i’ll look at the x-rays just so we’re positive, sound good?”

the father nods quietly, hugging his son to his chest.

“his mom was never in the picture, s’ hard handling him alone,” the older man doesn’t follow up on his comment, leaving it at that.

you nod. “i’m sorry.”

“toji,” he mumbles.

“i’m sorry, toji.”

it doesn’t take long for you to go over the blue images. an intact bone stands out against the illuminated wall, not a break thankfully. the stranger catches on soon enough, tension leaving his body at the good news. 

“looks like it’s just a sprain,” you say, pointing to the image. 

“see that kiddo?” he whispers, turning the little boy’s head toward you. “s’ nothing.”

“nofing?” megumi mumbles, clearly too tired to pay attention anymore. shy as a bunny.

“you’re gonna want to ice and elevate for at least the next two days, you should see a full recovery by then but if not i want you to come right back, okay?” you explain.

the father nods, propping his little boy down on the floor as you type out your post-visit instructions.

“say thank you to the pretty doctor megs,” he encourages, chuckling as the little boy waddles over to hug your leg with his good arm. so incredibly tiny. 

pretty huh? you could get used to that.

“fank you.” his sweet voice latches onto your tired heart and melts you from the inside. megumi slumps down against your shoe as sleep takes over, caught under the arms and swept into his dad’s arms in an instant. 

[marvelfanfics1]

Littlesister!reader who keeps begging jj to get her a bunny!! But his brother always says no to her until one day him and john b offers to reader a stuffed plushie bunny and she treats it like a real bunny :(( omg

Another Version Of A Pet

Pairing: brother!jj maybank x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: just fluff

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"Pweaseeee!" You were pulling on JJ's shirt, giving him your best puppy eyes.

You have been asking and begging him to get you a pet bunny for days now, promising to always behave and take care of it yourself but JJ of course knows better than that from experience.

"You remember bubbles the fish?" He asks and you tilt your head confused.

"You mean the one you said swam away?" You furrow your brows and JJ mentally curses at him himself for bringing it up.

"Yeah...right. Nevermind. Kiddo, listen, you're too young to take such responsibility. A bunny is a lot of work." He tries to reason with you, hell he just manages to take care of you and doesn't have the heart to tell you another lie should another animal...die from neglect.

"M'gonna take care of it! I promise!" You whine.

He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm sorry. But it's not up for discussion."

You frown sadly, detangling your hands from his shirt. "Otay...m'gonna go play outside." You mumble, your head hanging low as you walk outside, not acknowledging John b who just came back after running some errands.

"Hey, Maybank junior. You wanna- oh okay." He cuts himself off as you just walk past him and towards the hammock.

He turns to JJ with a raise of his eyebrow. "What's up with her?"

They both look in your direction, seeing you swaying in the hammock, watching you throw your small teddy in the air and catching it again. They look back at each other, smirking when the get the same idea.

"The same thing that's been goin' on for days. She wants a pet bunny and won't stop asking." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You remember her fish?"

John B hisses, remembering the day they had to flush him down the toilet.

A few days later, after JJ mowed a lot of lawns or fixed cars he finally had enough money for a bunny plushie. He couldn't stand to see you so upset so he hopes that at least the plushie will make you a bit happier.

He got out of the store, plastic bag in hand as he jumps into the Twinkie with John B behind the wheel. "And?"

JJ pulls out the white stuffed bunny with a smile. "I just hope she likes it..." He mumbles and John B pats his shoulder.

"I have a good feeling, bro."

You are sitting in the living room of the Chateau watching a movie with Kie and Pope. They were asked by JJ to look out for you until he comes back from the 'doctor' as he told you.

As the screen door opens you just gave the boys a quick glance before focusing back on the tv. JJ moves to stand directly in front of it, holding the bag behind his back.

"I have a surprise for you, squirt." He grins and now you were paying attention to him, sitting up.

"Me?" You point at yourself. "What is it?"

He just tosses the bag onto your lap, watching in anticipation as you look into it. His smile widens when you gasp, quickly pulling out the bunny and holding it out to admire it.

"Is a bunny!" You squeal and all the pogues smile at your excitement. You jump off the couch and run over to hug JJ's legs tightly, the bunny clutched in your hand. "Fank you..."

Throughout the next week JJ notices how you treat your stuffed animal like an actual bunny, taking it with you everywhere, feeding it, letting it 'hop' around outside, and instead of a crate it would sleep on a pillow beside the bed you're both sharing at the Chateau.

"Not for that, kiddo." He rubs your back, glad that you're beyond happy and grateful for the gift he worked his ass off for. He would do anything for you.

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[sturniolos-blog]

could you write a matt fic where it's Estrella's first day of kindergarten please

First day(s) - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - sad, cuteee, fluff, swearing

disclaimer‼️: i added Mailo’s first day of pre school in here too!

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8:08am

Estrella was standing on a step stool, giggling to herself as i do her hair. I look at my five year old weirdly.

“Why are you laughing, el?” I let out a chuckle myself as i brush her hair through, her letting out a small ow as i brush through a knot.

“I’m just so ‘cited momma! I get to go to kindergarten!” She squeals in excitement.

I let out a fake gasp, “No way! When are you moving out?” I ask her, parting her hair down the middle and doing small rectangles on each side for the hairstyle i was doing.

Estrella giggles loudly, “Mommy, i can’t move out yet i’m only this many old!” She tells me, holding up five fingers.

“Oh right, so next year?” I ask her, touching up her hair and the pretty new hairstyle that goes great with her outfit.

“Nooooo!” She says, letting out a frustrated sigh. I forget sometimes how easily she gets angered, she did not inherit that from me.

“Okay, i’m just kidding, baby.” I kiss her forehead as she looks in the mirror, “You look so pretty, love!” I compliment, “Do you like it?”

Estrella nods her head, “I love it, mama! Thank (pronounced fank) you, mommy.” She turns around on her step stool and hugs me before jumping off the stool and running out into the hallway.

“Don’t you dare run down those stairs, Estrella!” I yell from the bathroom, starting to clean up the hair ties on the bathroom sink.

I hear her feet slow down and hear her start to walk downstairs normally, i laugh to myself.

I then walk out of the bathroom and go into Mailo’s room, he was sleeping peacefully. I let out a sigh, Matt was supposed to get him already.

I lean down and kiss his forehead, “Mailo, buddy, you have to get ready for your first day of pre-school!” I rub his back to wake him up as he was laying on his stomach, his face was all sweaty from sleeping.

Mailo let out a small tired sound, “No mama!” He said, pushing my hand off of him.

“Come on, kid, work with me.” I rolled my eyes, Matt is usually good at waking him up.

Mailo then rolled over and looked at me, his eyes darting around the room before looking at me. “I want daddy.” He whined.

I nodded, “Okay, but daddy’s gonna want you up and at least out of bed when he gets up here.” I shrugged.

“No!” Mailo said with a whiny tone.

I gave up, standing up and walking out of the room and downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen to see Ella eating bacon and eggs at the table and Matt making a few more plates, presumably for him, me and Mailo. “I know, Ella, mommy did a great job on your hair.” Matt compliments.

“Matt, can you go up and get your son ready for preschool? He’s already complaining and i am not dealing with that.” I complained as I walk to the fridge and pull out fruit for Ella and Mailo’s lunch.

Matt looks at me with a confused look, “I did get him up..?” He says, putting three plates on the table.

I start to cut up some fruits, “Did you stay in there and watch him physically get out of bed or did you say get up and then leave the room?” I asked, cutting up watermelon for Estrella and grapes for Mailo.

A look of realization comes on Matt’s face. “Oh..”

“Matt, come on. Go get him now!” I raise my voice slightly.

Matt lets out a chuckle, “Okay, i’m sorry.” He comes over and kisses my cheek. “I love you.” He says in my ear before going to walk upstairs.

“Yeah yeah.” I roll my eyes playfully.

“Mommy? Do we get naps in kindergarten?” Estrella asks me, eating a forkful of scrambled eggs.

“No, sweetheart. You are an official big girl now. Big girls don’t take naps.” I tell her, putting the fruit back and grabbing out ingredients to make two sandwiches.

“But you take naps and you’re a big girl.” Ella says, taking a sip of milk from her cup.

I laugh, “Well that’s different, baby, i’m a big girl with two kids and a childish husband, i have the right to take naps.” I say, finishing making their lunches.

Ella nods, “Oh!” She says before picking up her plate and bringing it over to me. “All done!” She says, the plate was practically empty, which is crazy because Ella is a really picky eater.

“Good job, honey.” I tell her, walking to the sink and putting her plate in their before Matt and Mailo come into the kitchen.

Mailo had his hair combed nicely and had put on a nice outfit.

“Alright, we got him up.” Matt says, talking about Mailo.

I scoff, “Finally.”

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9:04am

We pull up to Mailo’s preschool, getting out of the car all together.

Mailo grabs my hand as Matt carries his backpack for him, we walk into the preschool, Ms. Smith comes up and greets us. She was Ella’s preschool teacher so i remember her.

“Hi, the sturniolo’s! Oh, i’ve been so excited to meet Ella’s little brother! I am Ms. Smith, and you must be Mailo, am i right?” She asks as she points at Mailo.

Mailo nods shyly, him digging his face into my leg, holding tightly, i stroke his hair softly.

“Hi, Ms. Smith, nice to see you again too. Mailo obviously is a little more shy then Ella was on her first day, he might take a little to warm up.” Matt speaks softly as Ella was holding Matt’s hand, smiling.

“Well, that is perfectly okay! Would you like to look at the room, Mailo?” Ms. Smith asks with such a cheery tone, she was so nice and good to Ella.

Mailo looks up at me, i give him a nod to say yes.

“Okay..” He mumbles, his voice was quiet.

Ms. Smith then puts her hand out for Mailo to take, Mailo hesitantly takes it, grabbing on my leg for me to go with him, but i shake my head.

“You got this, buddy, come on.” I said as Ms. Smith softly pulled him in the room.

Mailo’s eyes start to water, “No, i don’t wanna!” Mailo yells.

“Mailo, look at all the other kids here! Come on, we have dinosaurs, games..” Ms. Smith tries to get our stubborn three year old to listen.

Mailo pulls away from her grip and runs towards me, crying into my leg as he holds tightly.

I crouch down, “Mailo, Mailo, look at me, baby..” I whisper, he looks at me. “Deep breaths, bud.” I tell him, demonstrating a deep breath myself.

Mailo coughs a couple of times before breathing normally.

“We will be here when the day is over, it will go by so fast and i promise you probably won’t even wanna leave.” I tell Mailo, Mailo shakes his head.

“Mama, no! Please!” He holds onto me tightly.

I tear up and shake my head, god i didn’t think it would be this hard.

“We have to go, baby, i’m sorry.” My voice cracks.

Matt puts his hand on my shoulder and rubs softly before letting go of Ella’s hand and grabbing onto Mailo’s, walking into the room with him.

Ella gives me a hug, “I love you, mama..” She says, hugging my waist.

I let out a laugh as i sniffle, “I love you too, Ella.” I say, rubbing her back.

Matt then comes out of the room and shuts the door.

“He stayed?” I asked as Estrella grabbed onto Matt’s hand again.

Matt shook his head, “I didn’t tell him i was leaving, when he turned around i left.” Matt said, looking sort of guilty.

I sighed but nodded before clasping my hands together, “Estrella, are you ready for your first day?” I asked her as we walked out of the building.

Ella jumps up and down as she was in between Matt and I, holding both of our hands. “I’m so ‘cited, mommy! I did this last year it was so easy! I don’t know why Mailo was so nervous!” She shrugs.

“Me and you both.” Matt laughs.

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9:26am

We get to Ella’s school, walking into the building, we walk her to the front desk.

“Hello, can i help you?” The person at the front desk asks.

“Hi! Uhm- this is Estrella Sturniolo, We are dropping her off for kindergarten with Mrs. Gold.” I smile politely.

The lady nods and smiles at me, “Okay, her room number is 225, down the hallway and too the left.” The lady instructs.

“Thank you so much.” Matt says, “Come on, Ella.”

We walk and get to the class room, a teacher, presumably Mrs. Gold is standing in front of the door way and greeting kids.

“Hi, this is Estrella Sturniolo.” I tell her as Ella waves.

Mrs. Gold waves back to Ella and nods at me, “Oh my god! You’re hair is so cute, tell me Estrella, did you do your hair yourself?” Mrs. Gold leans down and asks.

Ella shakes her head and giggles, “Mommy did it for me.” She whispers, pointing up at me.

“Well she did a great job, do you wanna head inside and go find your name tag?” Mrs. Gold asks.

Ella looks up at Matt and I quickly before looking back at Mrs. Gold and nodding, walking into the class with no problem.

“Wow..” I laugh, “That was easy.”

Mrs. Gold nods, “She will be okay here, i can assure you both she’s already such a bright student.”

Matt nods, “Yea, she’s something,” He clears his throat before looking at me, “Ready?” He asks if i’m ready to go.

I nod before i see Ella run out of the classroom and up to us, she hugs Matt first, her arms wrapping around his waist.

She then lets go and hugs me tightly, “I love you guys, see ya later!” She says.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” Matt tells her, i nod, agreeing with him.

She walks in the classroom and waves goodbye.

“Have a good day guys.” Mrs. Gold smiles at us.

“You too.” I say before Matt and I walk out of the building.

We get in the car and Matt looks at me, “What?” I laugh.

He leans in and kisses me sweetly before pulling away but staying close.

Matt sighs, “I miss them already.”

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i pushed through and got this doneee im tired im gts but i hope you guys like this i personally liked it but lmkkkk love yalll

tag list: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe @christhopersturniolo

[scxrlett-wid0w]

Hiya I have read you Natasha and Wanda fics and I would like to say that they are so good and if it’s possibly u you could do a age regression with either Natasha or Wanda or both and reader set up a whole date night scenario with the help of maybe Yelena or carol and they get annoyed and just become really possessive over reader and they end up fighting and reader has just woke up from her nap and comes downstairs and they all stop arguing and they make up as reader told them to. Hopefully you understand that 😂🥰. How u have a good day also if u don’t want to do it that’s fine

Stop Fighting! | WandaNat X Fem!R

Gif not mine, credits to creator

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Word count: tbd

Warnings: Slight Arguing, Age Regression, Fluff, Little One (R), Mama (N), Mommy (W),

A/N: I'm So Sorry This Is Like A Year Late! Hopefully It's What You Wanted/Expected <3

Summary: The Ask

Stop fighting!

"It has to be perfect!!" You squealed whilst Carol was laying the plates on the dining table

"I know munchkin," She chuckled "why don't you draw your mommies a nice picture, yeah?" She finished setting the table and picked you up.

She rests you on her hip and carries you to your playroom

"Bu' I wanna help youuu!" A loud whine left your mouth when Carol puts you down.

"Don't be like that little one, I'm sure your mommies would appreciate a little picture to go with their meal and dessert, which you can help me make, eh?"

"Okay Aun'ie Carol!" You run over to your little table and grab a pack of crayons

Carol walks back to the kitchen and stirs the sauce that's currently cooking in the pan

Half of an hour later you hear a car pull up the drive and your chair falls over from how fast you stand up

You run to the front door and practically vibrate from excitement when you see the handle pull down

"MOMMY! MAMA! YOU HOME! YOU HOME!!"

Wanda drops her bags and picks you up

"Hi baby we missed you so so much" she rubs her nose against yours and chuckles

Nat comes around your other side and kisses your cheek

"Привет моя любовь" (hi my love) Nat takes Wanda's and her bags upstairs whilst Wanda carries you to the kitchen where she sees Carol

"Oh... Carol, I didn't realise you were here"

Wanda places you in your highchair so she can take over cooking from Carol

"Yeah I'm still here, this cutie must've used the emergency list to call me," She strokes your chin "Said she needed help so I came 'round straight away"

Wanda glares at her "What kind of help did she need that required....You?"

Carol gulps and takes a step back "I can't tell you, it's her surprise for you"

"Mommyyyyy! Be nice! We jus makin dinner for 'oo! Wanted make dinner for us thwree an Aun'ie Cawol jus helpin'."

You huff and pout as Wanda's eyes softened towards Carol

"Oh Carol I'm so sorry, I just assumed the worst and I shouldn't have I'm truly sorry" She hugs Carol and they make up just as the Oven dings to signal the meal was ready

In the end, You and your mommies enjoy a fancy meal (with Auntie Carol to make up for the misunderstanding) and finish the day off with watching your favourite movie: Frozen

"Bye bye Aun'ie Carol, fank yoo fo' helping make dinner!" You squeeze her goodbye before having to go to bed as it was your bedtime

"Did you brush your little teethies малышка?" Nat asks, as she climbs into bed behind you, as Wanda snuggles into you into her front

"Mhm, sleepy time now?" You hold onto Wanda and use her chest to rub your itchy face

"Yes sweetheart, sleepy time now goodnight darling" Your mommies hold onto you as your soft snores fill the quiet room

"We love you" They say before drifting off to sleep too.

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Thanks For Reading <3

My requests are now open again because I'm ready to get back into writing

[girldreaming]

Lemon Color, Honey Glow

hiiii she’s so… honey… I couldn't stop listening to Lemon Glow by Beach House hence the title <3

pairing: service top!abby x afab!reader

summary: abby hangs out with her ex owen a little too long and reader gets insecure! (she will never escape him)

warnings: angsty, reader cries, established relationship, spit stuff, reader receives penetration via fingers and also receives oral, abby mouth fucks reader with her fingers? pet names used - sweetheart, doll, baby, (mama, slut, and champ are used once), alcohol mention, comfort and validation af

wc: 4.3k

minors do not interact fank yew

She’d been gone all damn day and you tried, really tried to distract yourself and relish in the alone time you’d thought would be used to self-reflect, pick up a new hobby, something! Anything productive actually.

But it just wasn't happening.

It’d been a slow morning filled with picking up the tiny apartment - if you could even call it that. You’d done all the laundry at least, gone to the cafeteria twice, and tried to read a book but still, you couldn’t stop spiraling.

Abby’s with Owen, Abby’s with her first love, Abby chose him to spend her day off patrol with, not you.

It was ringing in your ears like a gunshot every time you’d forgotten how alone you were. Like clockwork, whenever you'd found the perfect distraction, the conviction would just come barreling back. The feeling was no doubt due to the fact that Abby was your first love, almost your first everything and there was an unconscious possessiveness that came along with that. Which, of course, made it much fouler to think about, that there was a time in which she’d felt this for someone else and the fact that she would never feel it again, and certainly not for you.

Ergo, here you are, the moon barely grazing the skyline, getting ready for bed when you hear the unlocking of the front door, a flutter buzzing in your stomach. The heavy sound of it closing and the locks clicking back, however, makes your heart drop to the tile of the bathroom floor, the anticipation you’d been building all day coming to a grating boil. It would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the fact that you'd been thinking about this moment for hours. Fucking hours. Now that she was here it only filled you with panic, the blood leaving your head, hands freezing in motion kind of panic. What were you even gonna say to her? What if she smells different? What if she saw him again the same way she did when she was a teenager? Everything about it just made you sick.

All of the insecure shit you thought you’d gotten rid of was baring its ugly teeth. The jealous, nasty parts of you want to push her away so terribly that she has no choice but to go back, simply so you don’t have to look at her and act like you haven’t been pacing all day, imagining killing him in every way you could possibly think of.

Even though you know deep down nothing happened, the humiliating weight of the possibility was enough for you to beat her to the punch.

So, naturally, you leave your place in the bathroom, following the sound of Abby’s booted feet to the kitchen. I can do this, I was normal today, you hype yourself up, or try to.

“Hi, baby.” She coos, pulling you into a hug. You don’t want to punish her but you also can’t help the way your body tenses as she squeezes you, hands around your waist.

You pull away first and she moves back in for a kiss, your lips connecting for a mere moment before she’s stepping back. She smells the same, tastes like something slightly familiar - alcohol?

“What was that?” She laughs nervously, making a face. God, you were so transparent with her it wasn’t fucking fair, couldn’t hide anything.

“Nothing.” You shrug, the panic building back up in your chest, this time though, it felt like you did something wrong, the shame coursing through your veins. Your fingers instinctively fidget with each other, quickly moving behind your back to hide them from Abby, who would clock your nerves pretty damn quick.

“You sure?” She doubles down, bending over to unlace her boots, kicking them off into the middle of the room. It takes everything in you not to bitch at her, ask her to put them away, ask her don't you know better?

You hum a response, not giving her enough time to question you before you ask, “How was your day?”

“Oh, you know, Owen’s still Owen.” She smiles at you, leaning back against the countertop. The dagger of delusion you stabbed into your own heart twists, and you’d like to fall to your knees and scream but you must keep up the illusion you’ve so poorly curated for her.

“Yeah? Y’all have fun?” You distract yourself, picking her boots up from where she left them in the middle of the kitchen and returning them to where the rest of the shoes live.

“We snuck out.”

A deep breath leaves you, body tensing. You shake your head, “Abigail, what the fuck is wrong with you.” and she just laughs.

The entire time she was gone today, the aspect of her safety not once crossed your mind, and that made you feel. so. much. fucking. worse. The all too familiar knot builds at the back of your throat, threatening to take all of your words and swallow them whole.

“You know I’m smart about it, baby, I’m fine. I’m here, aren’t I?” Abby grins.

“I trust you, I do. I just would’ve liked to have known.” You seethe, a frown adorning your face as you stare at her across the room. You huff as you walk back to the bathroom, needing a second to gather your thoughts.

Unfortunately, the only thoughts that come are images of them running around, giggling together as they sneak past the gates. You can already hear her socked feet following yours, causing you to hurry in and splash water on your face, it's fine. everything is fine.

“Don’t you wanna hear about my adventure? I found you somethin' doll, you’re gonna fucking love it.” She gushes - a rare and adorable occurrence - while leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom as you turn off the faucet.

“M’ really tired, Abs, can you tell me in the morning?” You sigh.

“I’ve got patrol tomorrow.”

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

“All day?” The dagger twists again, you'll be bleeding out soon, you think.

“Won’t get back until Friday morning, maybe Thursday night.” Abby shrugs, not too sure what the plan is.

It’s Tuesday. Yes. Definitely bleeding out now.

You try your hardest to look up, to stop the tears from forming but it’s not possible, the presence of her only making it more difficult to push down. Your signature lip quiver was the straw that broke the camel's back, Abby’s face instantly falling as she takes the two steps to be directly in front of you, grabbing your cheeks. It should feel comforting but you couldn't help but feel humiliated. You were trying so hard to regulate yourself and your emotions, but it was so difficult when you knew she was there to console you, regulate for you.

“Hey.” She breathes, your eyes squeezing shut, the tears falling with them and wetting her hands.

“What’s goin’ on with you, sweetheart?”

But you can’t speak, your throat feels like it was ripped out of your neck and you know no sound would come out even if you tried. So, you shake your head, and she hugs you again, the second time tonight you’re tense in her arms.

But she won’t let you go, so you relax, melting into her, your snot sticking to her shoulder where you bury your head.

She’s shushing your hiccups with a palm smoothing over the back of your head, holding you to her. You try to think about what you’re supposed to say next, if you should back down and go to sleep or have the conversation you’ve been rehearsing in your head for the past twelve hours.

“Are you drunk?” You sniffle into her shoulder, choosing neither. It’s quiet for a moment, a confirmation. She was too embarrassed to say, yes! My ex boyfriend and I drank too much of his homemade moonshine together, hope we don’t get botulism!

“Why are you so mad at me?” She whispers, her voice so fucking small. She sounds like a child who’s gotten into something they weren’t supposed to, meek.

It didn’t feel right, any of it. You can’t help the sob that falls out of you, shaking your head.

“I'm not.” you blubber, not very convincing.

“Do you want to be with him?” You utter, the delusions winning. They managed to take enough of your brain over to ask such a stupid, silly question that you already knew the answer to.

It was embarrassing, really, the way she pulled back, still holding you by your shoulders, a confused look on her face.

“What?” She blurts, her eyes moving around your features. You immediately look away, down at the ground, at the wall. Anywhere except her, the guilt eating you up and spitting you back out.

“You’re serious?” Abby snickers, covering her mouth, trying to control herself.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You croak, the tears slowing but your nose still running as you wipe it with your sleeve.

“I’m sorry, I jus-“ She starts, hands leaving your shoulders, going to her temple. Turning around, then turning back around, she looks at you. Long and hard.

“Is that why you’re upset? You think I cheated on you with Owen? Fucking Owen?”

“S’not funny.” You practically wail, your hands shooting up to your face, hiding yourself from her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She’s still laughing.

“Fuck you.” You spit, on a mission to get out of this small room with her. It wasn't because you’re that upset over her laughing at you, but the anger you feel at yourself has to go somewhere and you know you'll end up taking it out on her, which just wasn't fair.

“Hey, no, come here.” Abby's serious now, walking behind you as you sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m sorry I was gone all day, really, that wasn’t my intention.” She mumbles as she squats down in front of you, her elbows resting on her knees, hands hanging between them.

“Well, it’s what happened.” You look down at her, blue eyes wide, apologetic.

“Do-do you want me to leave?” She stammers, mouth sitting open.

“No, I don’t want you to leave, Abby.” You grimace, rolling your eyes. You were still being mean and didn't know why.

“Don't like it when you roll your eyes at me."

"Abby, please." You sniffle, tears threatening to spill once again, you didn't want that part of her right now, just needed the nice part that was obsessed with you, and just you.

Your stuttered breaths interrupt the silence in the room, Abby’s temple resting on your knee in response, snuggling into you. She was obviously finding it difficult to let you ride out your mood on her, but knew she didn't have much of a choice.

“Today was so fucking hard.” You squeak.

“M’ sorry, pretty. I kept thinking it was over and then Manny showed up with Leah an-“ She starts, head detaching from your leg to look back up at you.

“It’s fine, seriously, just haven’t felt insecure like that in so long. I feel so crazy.” You interrupt, hoping the more you let it out of your body the more it’ll actually leave.

“Sweet girl.” She sighs, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your knee.

“I would’ve come home.”

“It’s so embarrassing.” You whine as you look up again, the ball in your throat reappearing, threatening. She’s still squatted before you, her hands beginning to rub the smooth of your thighs, shushes leaving her mouth as she tries to calm you down. You feel relief for the first time today, knowing she was here, choosing to be here.

"Shh, eyes on me." She directs, you tilt your head down to her, blue eyes studying yours. Her lips push out to a pout considering your state, puffy eyes, and red nose. She moves her head closer to your stomach, butterflies swarming.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” A peck to your inner thigh, which her palm is pushing apart.

“I’ve done worse without you.” She nods, breathing onto your exposed midriff, the hot air tickling, your own breath hitching. The memory of that instance comes flooding back. Your first and last four-day patrol without her.

She'd followed you around like a puppy as you were prepping, making sure you'd gotten first pick at the gun range. Not before having a long sit-down chat with those who you were being sent off with about you and your safety, the consequences that would follow had you not come back up in one piece. She'd followed you all the way to the car, a not-so-quick kiss and a soft "Be safe mama," farewell.

After you'd gotten back - with nothing more than a few scratches - you were told Abby hadn't slept the last two days of the trip and that she'd been an absolute menace to Isaac and anyone who had their hands on a radio. She'd gotten kicked out of the gym for hogging the equipment on top of the situation which supposedly had sent her into even more of a nosedive.

No one really likes to bring it up though, her face erupting in a tomato-red flush whenever you did.

"I know, my love." You sigh, hand reaching up to rest on her head, following her braid down to the band, pulling it out and placing the elastic on the bedside table.

"We should go to bed." You whisper. And you really wanted to, to end the evening as you did any other night, wanted to feel the same you did then. Wanted to feel like yourself again. It was obvious how tired Abby was, her eyelids falling after every word you spoke, her own body weighing her down.

"M' not done." She drawls onto your skin, nipping at the fat of your thighs, her hands planted on your hips, fingers kneading. The thought of asking her to take care of you had crossed your mind, but you shook it off in fear of demanding too much of her.

"Abs, you'll be exhausted tomorrow." Your hand still rests on her head, twisting the strands you set free around your fingers, pulling them until they untwine.

"Need to make it up to you, please." She groans, looking up at you, she was wide awake now, that's for sure.

"You don't owe me anything." You croon.

It's so hard, trying to shut down such an immovable force, and the fact she knows you need her just as badly doesn't help. Your legs are essentially spread for her, her palms pushing you apart, pinching at the skin of your inner thigh. Yet, it’s still surprising when you feel her fingers graze over your clothed core, the small wet spot causing her to groan into your skin, your face felt like it was glowing. When the fuck did that happen.

“You always get drenched when you cry, sweetheart?” She laughs as her eyes find yours.

“Only when it’s cause of you, Abby.” You practically purr, taking your hands out of her scalp and leaning on them behind you. The familiar coil begins to thaw inside your stomach, her body heat radiating, passing onto you.

"You are depraved." Leaves her with a chuckle, thinking for a moment, reading your face.

"Take your shirt off." She scoffs, climbing up onto your lap, straddling you as your hands reach the hem of your top, swiping it off. Her hands go straight to your face, holding your cheeks together, lips smushing with the wet, sloppy kisses she’s pressing onto them.

Your hands instinctively go to the back pockets of her cargo pants, pulling her impossibly closer, her ass taut in the tight fabric. She leans forward, the force of it putting you onto your back with an oof, teeth clacking together, kissing Abby through her smile.

Her covered knee slots between your thighs, the curve of her pressing against your thinly veiled clit. The cave of her mouth vibrates with your moans as she rolls you onto her thigh, hands rough, but steady. Your fingertips underneath her shirt, running along her abs seems to ignite the same fire that's living inside of you, her breath hitching when you reach the small swell of her breasts, palming and grasping at her, wishing it was feasible to tear her open and create a cavity the size of you.

“Got - fuck - gotta get these off, kay?” She rambles, eyes scanning your boxers, hers, she's just shy of drooling, or combusting.

You whimper at the loss of contact, hips instinctively lifting up as her hands wrap around the waistband of the shorts, tugging them off and tossing them to the ground. It was never balanced with her, you lying on the mattress bare while she hadn't taken off a damn sock.

She’s still straddling you, farther down over your knees. Her pants are somehow unbuttoned and her shirt messily skewed to the side. You just really couldn't get over her hair, god, it's frizzy and crimped from her braid yet framing her face so perfectly, draping over the expanse of her shoulders, golden threads cascading down her back.

"Can yo-" You start, hands fumbling with the bottom of her top but before you can finish she's already pulling it over her shoulders, bra following. Abby's mouth is immediately back on yours, palms pressing into the mattress at the sides of your head.

You whine when she leaves you again, weight on her knees as her fingers go to the roots of your hair, grabbing your scalp and craning your head up off of the bed. Her other hand sits at your chin, palm up as she looks down at you. Can't help but notice the look in her eye, the look she does when Abby knows she's broken down any bit of modesty you would've scurried away with and kept for yourself if it weren't for her sitting on top of you.

"Spit.”

Obeying, drool and saliva drip down out of your mouth, onto your chin, and then to her hand. Strings of your spit link the two of you until she breaks the cord, her palm connecting with your mound, barely moving, just enough to saturate you with your own saliva. Finally, she shifts, her middle finger sliding up and down your folds, circling slowly around your clit. She wants you to watch, you realize, her hand still in your hair, still holding you up. So you do, as two fingers sink into your aching slit, disappearing with a moan from you, and something of the sort from her.

Her other hand leaves your head, causing it to hit the mattress and your eyes to squeeze shut from the impact. She's already curled her fingers, squelching them in and out of you, hitting the spot that you could never reach, that you didn’t really know existed before Abby.

"That feel good? Feel full?"

mhm a little too good, you think.

"Little slower, Abs." You whimper, knowing how prone she was to getting ahead of herself and how easily you were gonna come like this. Wanted to take your time with her, make her work for it for a change. She crawls in between your knees, spreading your legs over her hard thighs.

"Shit - sorry you're fuckin' soaked." She pants, her pace slowing.

With her middle and ring finger still hooked inside of you, her other hand rolls under your back, shifting you farther up the mattress. She sets a new tempo, slowly surging.

"Better?" She asks, thumb dipping inside of your cunt, drawing out the wet and smearing it over your clit.

"Yes, f-uck," You moan, back arching, hips bucking up dying to feel her deeper and deeper. Her free hand scoops your leg up and rests behind your knee as she pushes onto you, now hovering over your limp frame. Her hand leaves your leg as it lazily hangs near her waist, her arm now inches away from your face as she supports herself. You can't look at her, you really can't, so you throw your head to the side and breathe into her forearm, your own wrapping around it, hand gently squeezing her flexed bicep.

"Did so good today, m' so proud of you." She mewls, adding a third finger. It's definitely a tight squeeze, your walls clenching around her, rejecting the speed she desires. "Gotta relax, sweetheart, it's just me."

You nod, trying to release the built-up stress you've been carrying all day, remembering that she was here, she was yours. Remembering what she taught you, deep breaths into your nose and out through your mouth. Even though it ached, you didn't want her to stop.

You feel her fingers leave you, your lips parting on instinct. As you anticipated, her fingertips run along the tip of your tongue, following the muscle back, farther and farther.

"That's it, just like that. You're so good." She purrs, eyes on your mouth, your lips closing around her. Can feel her fingers fucking your face, her other hand playing with your clit in incomplete, sloppy circles. She gives a final jolt, and you can’t believe you don't gag, but you’ll pat yourself on the back later. They’re back within you without missing a beat, the lubrication your spit provides allowing her to have her way, her speed.

"So fuckin' pretty takin' me, wish you could see yourself, champ."

"I believe you." You beam, grabbing her face to plant a fat kiss on her lips, trailing past her mouth to her cheek. A quiet "Jesus, fuck," spills from your throat without a second thought after her thumb bumps your clit just right.

“Whose fingers are these, huh?” She groans at the sight of you, wrapped around her, inside of you. Gotta make it better she thinks, gotta make it go away.

“Mine.” You breathe, clenching around her. You believe it too, at this point, they were fucking yours. But how couldn't you? The fingers you'd trace as you fell asleep, just to then have dreams of. The same ones that'd roamed every inch of you, threatening to kiss your organs if she went any fucking deeper, god.

“That’s fuckin’ right. There’s my girl.” She praises, the sweet sound dripping all over you like a syrup, coating, sticking to every cell. Her lips practically live on your jawline, your head back to being tilted, giving her full access. She's moaning like she feels it too, and maybe she can with the way your bodies are just about conjoined. Your hand shoots down to her wrist, holding onto it as she pummels you. A shiver tickles its way down your spine.

“Right there, please, s’so fucking deep, oh my god,”

“You think I’d fuck anyone else like this?” Is whispered into your neck, a moan of your own echoing off the walls. Your puffy eyes fill with tears again, though this time it’s from sheer satisfaction, pure comfort.

You shake your head no, "Just me, Abs."

It feels so nice to reassure yourself, so right, the validation from her beaming through you and the molten coil in your core threatening to burn.

"Only you, pretty." She smiles, punctuated by the lick of your nipple, the popping of it in and out of her mouth, and of course, teeth sinking into the flesh. She had quite the obsession with your chest, grabbing them often just to have something warm to hold.

“Ow,” You blush, your legs relaxing, spreading and making space for her as she scoots down.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I bite you, can feel it.” Another chomp, this time on your stomach. A nibble on your thigh. It was mortifying how much of you she recognized. So much of yourself you never thought would be shared with anyone else that Abby did next to nothing to get out of you.

All you can do is moan, clench around her, repeat.

Your eyes are closed when her tongue meets your core, moans being replaced with groans, her hand that was used to support herself now supporting you, wrapping around your thigh that's threatening to squish her head like a melon.

“Keep ‘em open, doll, you got it.” She breathes onto you, her arm realistically doing all the work.

“Abby, m’gonnacome,” You’re nodding, slowly, building up the courage to look at her, meeting her eyes as you do to find she’d been looking at you the whole time. "Please?" She mumbles into your cunt, sucking your clit inside of her mouth.

“God, please yes, fuck yes,” The rubber band finally snaps, your hands going to her scalp, to your thighs, grabbing, pulling. One of them settles on her hand on your thigh, which she grabs, holding you through your orgasm.

Your hips are grinding against her face and you use your leverage on her head to pull her off of you, quickly getting overstimulated. Abby’s got her pussy-drunk smile, eyes turning to slits from happiness being paired with exhaustion. She kisses the inside of your thigh, one last peck on your swollen bud before her fingers reappear, glimmering with you.

"Mmm, you gotta pee, sweetheart." Is all she says before she collapses onto her side on the mattress, a small huff following. You're still catching your breath, feeling your rapid heartbeat slug to its typical pace. She definitely wasn't asleep, but she sure as shit wasn't conscious.

"Baby, your pants." You heave.

Abby grumbles, fingers fumbling with her zipper.

"I'm gonna get you some water, don't move." You insist, feeling your body snap back together as you stand up, only slightly seeing stars. In the kitchen, you wet a rag for her and clean yourself up with one while you're there, before grabbing a couple of cups.

"Gonna show me what you got?" You speak up to reach the room, two glasses of water in hand as your bare feet shuffle along the hardwood floor. At the lack of response, you pick up your strides toward the bedroom. It was so quiet at this point in the night - or early morning. Hard to tell. So peaceful.

"Abs?"

As you peek your head into the doorway you're met with her, sprawled out on her stomach, naked, and softly snoring.

[joedirtymadre]

Love your stories with Law and Corazon 😍. Can i request one too? I would love a familyscene with Cora, his SO and Law (they adopted him). The three live happily in a big house together. Someday they tell him that he's going to be a big brother (Coras girlfriend is pregnant). Law doesn't know how to feel. Old memories of Lamy come back and Law is afraid that they won't love him so much anymore.

The Test Results

CORAZON X READER! FAMILY FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND MORE REQUESTS! I GET REALLY HAPPY WHEN YOU SEND THEM! 😭)

“Law come on down, it’s time for lunch,” you called out as you finished making some onigiri. “Did you make onigiri?” He asked as he ran downstairs. “Yep, just the way you like it,” you smiled as you placed the plate down on the small round dining table.

Law quickly ran over to the chair and began eating. “Hey slow down! Before you choke,” you sighed as you handed him a cup of juice. “Fank you,” he chewed. “(Y/N)! Law!” You heard your husband call out, as he entered the house. “Hi honey, come sit I made onigiri,” you said. “Onigiri? For the fourth day in a row?” Corazon pouted. “Law asked for it again,” you explained. “This is favoritism,” Corazon said as he pointed to Law. Law responded by blowing a raspberry at him.

“Why you!” Corazon glared. “Ahh… (Y/N) he’s gonna get me,” Law said with a monotone voice as he ran behind me. “Stop bullying the 13 year old!” You playfully scoldEd him. “My own wife… betrayed me,” Corazon pouted and slowly walked over to the table. “Don’t worry, tonight I’ll make you some katsudon over curry and rice,” you said as you placed down the rice balls.

“Really?” Corazon asked enthusiastically. “Yep! Now Law can you go into my room and bring me the load of laundry I need to do. Plus yours,” you said, as you began washing the dishes. “K,” he said as he walked upstairs.

Law’s POV

I slowly walked into (Y/N) and Corazon’s room. I searched around, until I noticed the hamper by their desk. I went over to pick it up, “Why is this thing so heavy? It’s gotta be Corazon’s cape…” I said as I struggled to pick it up. While trying to lift it up, I knocked into their desk. Causing some papers and books to fall. “Dang it…” I sighed to myself as I walked over to pick up the stuff I knocked over.

I picked up the last paper on the floor, and noticed (Y/N)’s name on the top. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the document.

Patient Name: (Y/N)

Date: 5XX

Time: 13:07

Reason for Visit: Nauseousness

I am Dr. Shivell, contacting you to congratulate you on your recent test results. Your pregnancy results came back positive. Contact me via transponder snail to schedule your next appointment.

My hands trembled while holding the paper. “P-Pregnant?” I asked. “But…” my mind raced. What if they don’t want to care for me anymore? What if they abandon me? What if I hurt the baby? Or I can’t protect it like… I clutched onto my head, and fell to my knees.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Law might need some help,” you said to Corazon. “Ahh… I did throw my cape in there,” he said as he stood up. “Well no wonder! Go help him,” you huffed. You both slowly headed upstairs, “Go check to see if he’s in his room,” you said as you headed to your bedroom.

As soon as you stepped in you saw Law on the floor crying.

“Law?!” You shouted as you ran over. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” You asked as you knelt down and pulled him into a hug. “What’s wrong? I heard shou- Law?!” Corazon shouted as he ran over. I looked at him with a worried/ confused look. “I know…” he choked out. “Know? Know what?” Corazon asked as he knelt down. “That (Y/N)’s pregnant!” He yelled. The room suddenly fell silent.

You slowly let go of Law. Helping him get to his feet, and placing your hands in his. “That’s right, sweetheart,” you said tearfully. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Were you planning to leave me?” He asked angrily. “Leave you? We’d never do that, you’re too special to us for that,” you smiled and you moved your hand to cup his face. “So why?” He asked with a tremble in his voice.

“Well… Law, we just wanted to find a good time to tell you. We didn’t mean to hide it from you, we actually found out recently too,” Corazon confessed. “Mhmm, now come here. I’d never leave you,” you said as you pulled him into a tight hug. “What if I ask for too many rice balls, and Corazon tries to toss me out?” He asked. “I’d throw him to the streets before he’d lay a finger on your,” you said, causing Law to laugh. “You see Law? So you’re not going anywhere,” Corazon said as he scruffed up Law’s hair.

“But… what if something happens to the baby? What if I can’t protect them?” He asked. “That’ll never happen, cause we’ll be right there with you, trying to protect both of you,” you reassured him. “S-So do you know what gender it’ll be?” Law asked nervously. “Hmmm… I was hoping to keep it a secret, but I’ll make an exception,” you smiled. You slowly leant down to Law’s ear, “It’s gonna be a girl,” you whispered. You watched as Law’s face slowly lightened up. “A girl,” he whispered excitedly.

[eldritch-spouse]

Oh no, I drank a mysterious potion out of curiosity and now I'm ten inches tall. What will the clergy boys do?

You're tiny 🤏

Morell is so scared you're going to like... Fall into one of his pots and end up boiled to death. Nuh huh, you're staying in his smock's pocket. Or in his scarf. He doesn't want you running lose around his kitchen, you'll get cut, you'll get stomped, not happening. On the other hand, the chef would like some distance, because it would be so easy to just gobble you up and his intrusive thoughts are being merciless right now.

Gallon has a whole lot of fun pretending to dip you into drinks. You're only allowed to walk around the counter if you stick right in front of him. Otherwise he'll make a tendril just to hold you throughout the day. He's absolutely still going to try to trap you inside himself. It's much easier now! Although he doesn't want you to panic due to the size difference.

Santi is drooling. Oh sweet minx, you're going all sorts of ways. Santi's going to try to shove you into his slit, and it's not a bright idea. He wants you to hug his cock and kiss it and talk about how big he is. He wants to cum on you just to watch it drip off your body like hot wax. Santi needs to eat you out and stick your entire lower body in his mouth. He's so ready to have you grind on his finger, just drunk off the possibilities.

Grimbly... Is panicking. He's supposed to be the small one! Oh no. Everyone's going to try to take you away from him now that you're doll sized!! Grimbly tells you to hold onto his horns while he works, hissing violently whenever anyone gets too close and generally avoiding conversation with clients- Which is uncharacteristic. Maybe the bat likes being able to have you all to himself without effort, but it's not meant to be this way.

Nebul is perplexed. This will require some adaptation, for sure. Small as you are, he might as well get a container for you. A cage? No, don't look at him like that, he'll furnish it accordingly. Purpur is not allowed to touch you because he will crush you accidentally and cry himself to death. The wraith has to be much much lighter with punishments, but loves making you put on a tiny show for him while he strokes himself off. You're adorable.

Patches is more annoyed than anything. You can't just drink anything you find, are you nuts?! Stay on his desk, please. The dullahan unfortunately gets very distracted from his work and makes several breaks just to find an excuse to hold you, sometimes brushing pens against you, dislodging your clothes, tipping you over just so he can see your undies- Stitches has no hesitation in throwing you into his pants.

Vinnel is having such a grand old time! Ooooh boy, where's he going to put his dolly next? Oh, how about this very tall shelf. Sheesh poppet, how will make it down now, hm? He throws you in the air a little, only to catch you and do it again. You're stroked and pressed to orgasm several times until you've soaked his hand in your fluids, until you're crying for him to stop, and he's palming himself like a mutt to the show. You've also been sentenced to dress up dolly time forever now.

Belo is consumed by worry. Dear Krulu, you're so fragile like this! He needs to keep you safe at all times. Hold onto his head, his halo, please just don't let go of him, you can get lost or swiped or kicked and Belo wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to you. He wants to cut food into tiny pieces just so he can watch you try to chomp at it with his big old lavender eyes.

Sybastian puts you in his mouth. Immediately. No thoughts no questions just mouf. It's not exactly the best scent in the world, but you're very safe there, he won't swallow you. The mimiclings are thrilled about this and they will carry you everywhere behind Syb when he can't hold you himself. When alone, he's still going to lick you all over and try to make you grind on his tongue.

Fank-e squeals so high he breaks his voice box and probably deafens you a little. You're SO CUTE. Do a little dance! For him, please? You're staying in his torn up top the whole day while he speeds around, occasionally stopping to pet you, give you sips from drinks and presenting you to everyone he knows like a wet cat. Haha, look at my meow meow- He will still pin you on his palm and vibrate his thumb until you're squeaking and squealing.

Krulu sighs. You're already so small, this is just added insult. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you're sentenced to the role of a shoulder corvid, hanging off the protrusions near his clavicles or passed around between six hands like a toy. You're pretty useless at this size, so he makes sure that you stay within a safe range from him. The higher will shrink meals and pretend to be annoyed, but in reality, his lower eye is constantly darting to you and his lips twitch up sometimes. Precious.

[cielles-random-vault]

i missed you so much sunshine! (hobie x reader)

aaaa brainrot fic go boom boom :D

inspired by the pavitr x hobie ship dynamic except it's hobie x reader :D

this is VERYYYY much full of fluff because i'm in little space and qnq gotta feed y'all /hj

so like yea :3 lil plot you had to go far from hobie for some reason as you're a very well-known journalist and he's,,,, well he's spiderman :>

lonely series part one || lonely series part two|| hobie headcanons

also hobie is a bit ooc ahhg

you sighed in relief as you unlock the door of your apartment. it was some time since you saw your boyfriend any other way than on a screen, so it was no surprise the two of you ran into each other's arms as soon as you crossed the door.

it had been some time since you went on a date because of your respective job, which both were time consuming, but it only made every encounter more unique.

"i'm home!" you sing as you enter the room. you barely had the time to close the door your boyfriend ran to hug you.

"missed ya a whole bunch sunshine, glad you're finally home" hobie said as he shoved his head into your shoulders and covered your face in soft kisses.

he stepped back a bit from the hug and cupped your face.

"you're wonderful my love" he whispers, "i missed you so much."

"i know, i know" you say with a smirk. "i missed you too."

"oh! by the way! now that you're here i have a surprise for you!" he suddenly remembered

(is this too much dialogue? i never know i js try my best to make the scene as alive as possible 😭)

he held your hand as the two of you went walking down the streets.

you couldn't help but smile as he told you random anecdotes on his daily spiderman activities: the time he got in a fight with miguel, the time miles got in a fight with pavitr because he kept saying chai tea and so on...

hobie was... different with you. when you were with him in the haedquarters (hehe you being a journalist was actually a cover for you being a spiderperson :3) he seemed rough and careless, but when he was with you he was sweet,caring - quite the opposite you knew him as.

"aaand there!" he said as you reached a small shop. "after you!"

the buzzing sounds of what seemed tattoo machines greeted you as you entered the small building.

"is this some kind of piercing shop?" you ask in disbelief.

"yup" said your boyfriend. " i remember the time you said how much you wanted a septum piercing, so as soon as i knew you'd come back to town today i took an apointment! plus the person who makes the piercings is someone you know vey well"

hobie took you to a small room with dimmed colorful lights.

"pav??? what the fuck are you doing here??" you said before hugging your best friend. "i didnt know you worked here"

"ask your boyfriend, he's the one who invited me over!" pavitr said cheerfully.

ngl i'm lazy to write the piercing scene because that'd be uninteresting so like- the following scene is you and hobie going out of the piercer

"waaaa this is so pretty :OO" you say noticing your brand new septum piercing. " so you were just planning this along when you couldn't stay on the phone?" you remark amused.

as the two of you walked back home, you noticed something strange on your boyfriend's expression. you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he sure looked happy.

this all fank yew for reading :3 the end is a bit rushed im sorry 😭 i feel like adding stuff would be unuseful so :3

am in a v fluffy mood rn so expect more hobie hcs :3 (is fr about time i work on sharpening those nsfw writing skills but 👩🏻‍🦯)

[chrisevansonly]

Momma’s Special Surprise For Arlie (Little Duck au🐣)

pairing: Momma Evans (Female Reader) x Arlie Mae x Chris Evans

summary: Momma has a very special present for Arlie, and she got some help from some very special friends

warnings: none just fluffy goodness

a/n: i’m really excited about this little fic, i’ve been wanting to write it for a while so here it is🫶🏻

You had been planning this surprise for a few months now, Arlie was absolutely gutted when you couldn’t go see Harry Styles in concert when he was in the United States. Despite her best smiles, you knew it gutted her not being able to see her favourite singer, but thankfully you’d been talking to Chris for a while trying to plan something. Harry would start his last leg of Love on Tour in May, and you reached out to him right away asking if there was any chance he could find you tickets to watch his shows in London at Wembley Stadium.

~

“I really want to do this for her Chris, I know London is far, and it’ll be expensive…I think it would make her really happy”

Chris nodded, his arms around you as you sat out on the back patio

“Why don’t we make a family trip out of it?”

“Really?!”

You were elated, eyes wide as you looked at him, a chuckle escaping his lips

“Yeah why not, we haven’t gone anywhere in a while, Arlie’s well behaved, Wes is still small enough to keep close to us, you and duck can go to the shows and Wes and I can get up to some boy stuff”

Laughing you pressed a kiss to his lips, clapping in excitement because let’s be honest, you were just as excited to be going to see Harry Styles live on tour

“I love you, thank you baby”

“Anything for my girls”

~

That brought you to today, setting up the living room with snacks for an afternoon tea party at Arlie’s request, Canyon Moon playing softly throughout your home, Wesley down for a nap.

“Arlie my girl, everything’s all set up, and Momma’s got a surprise for you”

She came in the room helping Chris carry over the tea which was really organic apple juice

“S’upise for me momma?!”

“Yeah for you baby”

Arlie smiled and Chris set the drinks down on the table before she sat cross legged beside you, her eyes bright and full of excitement

“So momma and daddy have been planning something for us as a family, we were thinking of going away on a trip”

“Wike we did the beach?”

You nodded

“Exactly baby, but we aren’t going to the beach this time”

“Where we go momma?”

Chris had pulled out his phone to start filming secretly

“Well we are going to a city called London baby, it’s in a country called the United Kingdom”

Arlie blinked raising her eyebrows

“That the one with the big clock momma?”

“Yep, Big Ben baby, you remembered”

Arlie smiled, they’d been learning about landmarks at school, and she’d made a mental note about Big Ben, asking Chris to go through photos of it every afternoon after school

“Momma has a surprise for you though and why we are going”

“What momma!”

You swiped a loose strand of hair behind her ear leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead

“Well, who’s your favourite singer?”

“Harry Styles!”

She’d finally managed to get the R’s in Harry down after a long time of talking about him

“Mhm, well Harry and Momma have been talking, and we’re going to go see him in concert”

“MOMMA REALLY?! REALLY MOMMA!!”

You laughed as she squealed jumping up and starting to clap

“Yes my love! He wants to have you out, and he wants to say hello to you too!”

“We gonna see Harry daddy!!”

She ran over jumping in his lap to hug him, his arms holding her to his chest

“Yes we are duck! You excited? Was this a good surprise?”

“So good! I’m so happy daddy!!”

He pressed a few kisses to her cheeks before she bounded over to you and jumped into your arms

“Fank you momma”

“You’re so welcome my baby”

She remained in your arms beginning to talk about all the idea she had and everything she wanted to see, what she wanted to say to Harry. This was priceless to see, her pure excitement and happiness at the fact that she would be seeing Harry after thinking she’d need to wait for a while. You’d do anything for your Arlie girl, and felt more than grateful to be able to experience these beautiful moments with your family.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Blind Love (Part 4)

Once again, cover art by the wonderful @idiotwithanipad who was a muse for this mini fic. 🥰

Robin & Original Characters.

How Rogh was "reunited" with his baby girl. (Warning for angst, as always!)

Many, many Moonahs ago...

If you were to wander across this particular patch of countryside and happened to be blessed with the Sight, then you may catch a glimpse of a strange man wandering the woods at night. Some say he is part ape, others say part wolf or bear, or even a giant ferret. But don't be fooled. He is very much a man. One of the first, or at least the ancestor of many.

You might also hear this man talking, chattering away at a thousand words per minute, some utter nonsense, some in languages as dead as him, some in grunts and signs. You might wonder who on Earth he is speaking to as there doesn't seem to be any other spirit haunting the land. You might assume that he's alone.

But you'd be stupid to do that. You might say that you'd make an ass out of you...rself.

The man was as far from lonely as anyone could be. He was surrounded by friends, too many to name you'd expect, yet he found the time. Time was the only currency he had. His friends were odd, he knew, even odder than he was, being millenniums away from the world he'd lived and died in. His friends were mostly tall, their skin brown and rough, their hair a beautiful emerald in summer, then a glimmering bronze in autumn before going bold in the winter. They all had dozens of arms and yet were awful huggers. He was happy to hug them and did so, often, on the Very Bad Days (but he'd be lying if he said they brought much comfort).

They all preferred to listen and let him talk, on and on, as he paced aimlessly through the woods each night, stroking their bodies and laughing as he told the same jokes over and over. Of course, they all laughed with him, though more with the rustle of their hair than any voices. But he knew what they all spoke, he felt each word vibrate in his head.

Often times, too much. It was difficult to sleep with so many voices around. Like a party that never ends.

"No, no, no! You wrong, he didn't steal your hair, how could he? He no have legs! You too far away to reach, Sted!" He was currently trying to settle yet another argument, his head aching more than usual this particular night; "Jen, you stay out of this, no need you getting involved!"

They began to turn their barbs on him as is what often happened on nights when Moonah went away.

"Big talk coming from a man who let his family get eaten. Good nap, was it?"

"Shut up! That low blow!"

Then a softer, trusting, naive voice.

"Fanks so much for stick! It bootiful. Sorry me no have anything better to give then furs...Me be forever grateful."

He slowed down; "Ha....Hatt?"

"Hope to trade again after big winter. Me always think of you as friend."

"H-how...How you here?"

"We're all here. All of us. We can never leave. Just like you." All the voices chorused at once.

It was too much. It was no longer a party.

The man gripped at his hair, as sometimes the sting that brought to his scalp was the only thing that silenced them.

"Please, guys. Stop. Me so tired, I-"

"I'm waiting for you."

He looked and saw one face among the many. Wild and fierce but loving. A smile stretched beneath a large gash where fangs had bitten out her cheek.

"I'm waiting for you...I'm waiting for you to come home...."

"Mum?" He blinked, not knowing she was at this party; "I...Me here..."

He reached to cup her face, flakes of bark rubbing against his palms.

"Are you 'son'? Then tell me name."

A name? That's right, she'd given him a name. A strong name. What was it?! What was it?!

It was too late. She was turning away.

"I'm waiting...."

"Mum! Mum!" He cried out, his hands now feeling nothing but empty wood. "Mum..."

They all began to laugh as he pounded his brow against the surface, more annoyed every time his head just went clean through. He'd just wanted a hug. He didn't care if it hurt in this form of hers. But now she was gone.

"Ha ha! He don't even know his name!"

"Miss your mummy, boy?"

"STOP!" He screamed at them, "JUST STOP!"

It wasn't funny anymore. When had it been? He tried to force a laugh, wanting it to be funny. His crazed cackles filled the night air as he paced, round and round, until they were all laughing with him. That better. That much better.

They go back to talking casually amongst each other until a pain-filled howl made him freeze.

Wolf? Oh no.

"Mum?!" He followed the sound. It had been a wolf who took her from him all that time ago. Did it still have her?

Sprinting towards the thicket, his many friends guided him to where he needed to go. If only he could go back and find Hatt so he could retrieve his stick. No time now. He would have to make do with his bare hands. They could snap the mutt's head off if it meant saving his mother.

The sight he discovered quickly cooled his sudden rush of bloodlust.

"Wow, look! Little babies!"

It was a mother. Just not his.

He unclenched his fists as he looked down at the wolf. It couldn't be farther from the one he'd been prepared to face. This one was smaller, exhausted, hiding as best she could in her poor excuse for shelter. She should have found a proper den but probably didn't have time.

She lay in the dirt beneath the bushes with eight freshly born cubs already nuzzling into her belly, her tongue still working to lick the juice off their heads and away from their eyelids.

The man couldn't help but smile and moved slowly onto his knees beside her.

"You do good...Good mama...It look like hard work." He ghosted his hand over her head, as close as he could to petting her.

"Not as hard as it was for me pushing out that boy you give me! Belly almost explode!"

He looks around to find the voice who said that. But his friends' faces all blurred into each other at the best of times.

"Guys, shh! Mama need rest!" He warns them; "This many babies. Big job, eight."

"Nine."

Frowning, he attempted to count the fuzzy little tails poking out from their bums.

"No...definitely eight. Me good with counting."

"Nine. Nine. Nine."

But where...?

Something shifted in the leaves close to his foot. He looked down to see, beside his furry boot, the runt of the litter. No bigger than his hand.

It was rolling and wriggling on the ground, less than a metre from its mother who seemed deaf to its cries of hunger.

"Hey. Hey, this one left out. Quick. She need booby milk." He tried to tell the adult wolf but she turned her ear down. "Hey!"

He made a silly attempt to pick it up but his hands went straight through, causing his stomach to lurch.

"She die. Your baby die if you no feed!" He yelled at the wolf.

She raised her head to shoot him a regretful whine. He paused, their eyes connecting. She knew. She knew she couldn't feed them all. Too many. Too hard.

It was too painful for her to even look at it, let alone have to listen to it starve before her.

That's why she had howled so sadly. She knew.

"I'm waiting...I'm waiting..."

His mother was calling him from the stars. She would have to wait much, much longer before he could join her.

"Never leave. Never leave. Never leave."

He curled up around the rejected cub, one finger brushing inches over her. It didn't sooth her in the least. All she wanted was Mum.

Why couldn't he help? Why was all he could ever do was watch them cry?

It didn't take too long, not in this cold. But it felt far longer, every second dragging by longer with each confused and lonely whimper.

Then she was still.

The wolf mother let out another howl before curling in and around the rest of her cubs. The lucky ones, safe and fed, who didn't even know they'd just lost a sister.

Never before had his friends been so quiet.

"..."

"Daddy?"

The man blinked, his vision clouded by tears he'd yet to shed.

He glanced down.

It...It couldn't be...

A mop of brown hair and blue eyes. Little pudgy fists reaching up to him. He stared at her, beginning to wonder if he was maybe, just maybe, starting to lose his mind.

"Kya...."

Thirty children he'd produced in his life, he reckoned. And even with them all having the same hair and most possessing blue eyes, he could tell each one off by heart.

This one, there was no mistaking. Second daughter. Stubborn idiot. Just like him.

He was certain she'd been bigger the last time he saw her. Almost past his belly button. Now she was a baby again, rosy cheeks and toothless smiles, all for him.

"Daddy, up! Up!" She demanded, bossy as ever. How could he say no?

His hands reached down and brought her up, staring into her beautiful face.

"Me thought you gone...Me thought you went up to stars..." He whispered in awe.

His finger stroked her belly, thinking it felt more fuzzy than before. Softer. It didn't matter, really, he just thought it strange.

"Where your furs, hmm? Where swaddle? Silly girl." He tutted before he brought her close to his chest, his hand on the back of her head; "Come. We go find Mummy and brothers and sisters..."

What were they doing so far away from the cave? He couldn't remember. Hadn't he been looking for something?

There was a wolf staring at him, currently unable to move from nursing the cubs at her side.

"Oh..." He must have brought her to watch the babies being born. That's right. Bit risky but wonderful to see. "Time we go now."

The wolf whined a little more as he left with Kya - his Kya, his and no one elses - in his arms, bouncing her as he took each step.

She began to whimper too.

"Must be so cold. Here." He tucked her beneath the front of his furs; "You settle there. Nice and warm. No, Kya, sorry, you know Daddy no have milk. Have to wait for Mummy."

But his baby only cried harder, padding her tiny fingers against him. He shushed her, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head.

"There, there. No cry, little one. Daddy here. Daddy not go away."

Had he? He wasn't sure. It felt like he'd gone on a trip but couldn't remember where. Why did his chest hurt like he hadn't seen her in years? Or longer?

Hadn't he gone to a party? Met up with friends? Where were they?

All around him was just trees. Silent. Still.

No one but him, his baby girl and Moonah hiding somewhere in the sky.

But he wasn't alone.

Kya continued to grizzle, little hands clinging to her father's warmth but yet to be settled.

"Hey, remember this? Listen." He tried turning her ear towards his breast; "Daddy no have milk but have drum in chest, remember? It always help you sleep. Can you hear?"

She cooed in response, then sniffled, followed by a disappointed cry.

"Chest drum no work like used to...Here. Daddy fix." He whispered, rubbing her back and bouncing with each step that he carried her through the forest. "Bum-bum! Bum-bum! That work?"

Her giggle was infections as always. He grinned and kissed her head. Was she always this fuzzy?

"Where Daddy go....?"

"Daddy no go. Daddy never leave. That just...bad dream. Very bad dream. Come. We go find Mum. She no be too far..." He told her, vowing to never let her go again.

If you were to wander across this particular patch of countryside and happened to be blessed with the Sight, then you may catch a glimpse of a strange man wandering the woods at night. Some say he is part ape, others say part wolf or bear.

You might also, if you're extremely lucky, spot the head of a newborn wolf cub poking out of the top of his furry shift. But you'd be wrong, at least that's what he'd tell you. It wasn't a cub; it was a baby, can't you see?

He might not be able to remember his own name. But he knows who he is.

"Daddy here, Kya. Daddy here."

[rhodesrider]

Feral Little

CG!Jon M. x Little! Fem! Reader (feat. Roman R.)

SFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Fluff, Age regression, little is acting like dangerous animal

~

“Uncle Jo!”

Jon popped his head up bonking his head as he was under the cabinet getting snacks out for his little Y/N. She opened the door and giggled hugging on the large Samoan man, he returned the hug picking her up tickling her. “Hows uncles little flower huh?” he chuckled. “Ims goods! Dada in de kitchens!” “Oh? Well thank you hun.” she got down and pulled Roman towards the way, he haand he happily followed calling Jon’s name. “Hey, Jo.” He rubbed his head as he sat on the floor. “Dada hurts?” Y/N pouts and hugged him unsure what to do. “It's ok Puddin, I'm fine. But next time I answer doors ok?” she nodded and soon got curious wanting to see what was behind Roman’s Back.

“How you been man?” Jon asked as he got the chips and her sippy cup together. “I've been an ok man. Wanted to check on you and flower. Is it close to her snack time?” he asked keeping the bag behind him high so she couldn't get it. She pouted struggling, on her toes wanting the bag whining. “Uncle! I want!” He looked down at her. “Well sweetie you ask nicely. You know better.” Jon said as he washed his hands from peeling and cutting fresh apples. She pouted playing with her fingers feeling she was in trouble and Jon sighed. “Puddin, go wash your hands for snack time and Uncle will show you what he has.” She nodded and she ran to the bathroom not wanting to cause any more issues. “Ok, what you got her this time?” Roman smiled tossing him the bag and letting him look inside. “Hm. I hope she...nevermind.” He trailed off. Roman lifted his brow in curiosity. “What?” “Oh nothing. She probably grew out of that. She's in her age cycle of 4-6 so I'm sure she's-” Jon stopped as Y/N came back with wet hands. Jon smiled giving her a towel and she ran off to the table to get her lunch. Roman was still curious but he can just ignore it for now.

After lunch and Roman helping Jon clean up, Roman dropped the bag in front of Y/N and she looked up at him. “Go on baby.” She smiled and pulled out a cheetah print onesie. “Ahhhh fank chu Uncle!!” she smiled running upstairs to put it on. Jon smiled playing punching Romans's shoulder. “Stop trying to beat Bryan at being a better uncle.” Roman just laughed.

10 minutes passed and Roman looked up the stairs calling Y/N. “Hey Jon. She's been taking too long up there..” Jon looked up the stairs as well a bit worried. “I'll go check on her.” He walked up the stairs calling her again and looked around the halls. He saw that he heard a low growl, he sighed and looked behind him feeling a presents near. “Puddin?” he called once more until he heard the growl behind him.

She's feral.

She was in the cheetah onesie ready to pounce on her caregiver. He held his hand out being careful with the wild little, she growled making a clawing motion. “Hey now...i mean no harm.” she growled more and pounced catching herself so she didn't bump her head but Jon saw it as a escape. He ran downstairs and grabbed a confused Roman. “What?! What's going on?” “She's feral. You gave her a cheetah onesie. Now she's out for our necks.” Roman soon heard the wild little come down sniffing and looking for the caregivers. They were crouched in front of the sofa trying to escape. Jon made the hush motion and told him to go the left way to the kitchen. They started to make their way there but job knocked over a stuffed animal, making them run. She growled running after them. “How did she get like this?” he asked hiding beside the refrigerator. “Onesies just make her Feral.” He sighed wishing there was a warning. The feral cheetah little sniffed around looking around but soon went back to normal seeing some cookies in a bag. “Daddy can I get a cookie?” Jon sighed happy the chase is over. “Yes puddin you can.” she smiled taking the hoodie off and going to the sofa with the bag of cookies. Roman just looked at Jon sighing as he laughed some.

“Warn me next time ok?”

[wellthebardsdead]

Flynt: *fumbles with the key to to breezehome and unlocks the door before stepping in and immediately feeling the warmth from the fireplace and the cosy space* …

Lydia: welcome home my thane.

Taliesin: it’s a lovely house indeed.

Flynt: *gestures to his eyes*

Taliesin: want me to describe it to you?

Flynt: *nods* Mhm…

Taliesin: okay, *takes his hand* let’s have a feel around.

Lydia: I’ll get started on lunch… *nervously staring at all the open flames* and blind proofing the house-

*that evening*

Taliesin: *reading by the fire after dinner*

Flynt: *found a set of scissors, quietly shuffles up to Taliesin and holds them out to him* haircut?…

Taliesin: I? You… want me to cut your hair?

Flynt: nods and grabs a strand of his slightly wavy long brown hair* haircut.

Taliesin: … *stands up and sits him down* I’ll make you look good okay?

Flynt: *nods trusting him completely for the first time since they met* Mhm…

*a few hours later*

Taliesin: okay. All done. How does it feel?

Flynt: *feeling the nice curl to his new wavy fringe and the soft touch of the shorter back, smiles up at him* good. Fank you.

Taliesin: *smiles* a new title, a new life, a new haircut, new clothes, and a new home… you’ve done well for yourself friend.

Flynt: *stands up and feels around in his direction before taking his hand* all- th-tyh- fankssss, you..

Taliesin: all thanks to me- I’m sorry did you miss the part where you jumped off that tower and rode that dragon to the ground like a bull?

Flynt: *laughs, genuinely laughs for the first time in so very long* you, faved, me…

Taliesin: i?… saved you?…

Flynt: *nods and smiles up at him, squeezing his hand gently* friend…

Taliesin: *squeezes his hand in return* You saved me too… my friend…

Flynt: *smiles up at him, suddenly giving him a gentle hug before wandering to and up the stairs* g’nigh-

Taliesin: *frozen from the genuine display of friendship, only snapping out of it as he sees flynt fumbling to find the next step* I- here let me help!

*a few moments later*

Flynt: *climbing into his new bed, his bed…* pa… *feels the fabric in his hands as he pulls back the covers and snuggles beneath them, his head resting on the pillows* I… have… a home… papa…

[eepy-sphy]

i have some little gifts for you :0

you said you didn't have any milkies which is very very sad :( so here's some milkies for you <3 one's hot and one's cold because i'm not sure which one you like the best :0 (you can definitely take the biscuit with either option too, biscuits taste super good with warm or cold milk, especially when they're choccy chip !! <3)

orrrr i also have some hot choccys !!! but you can take the hot choccy and the milk if you want, or you can mix and match whatever little bits of each that you want :0 they're christmas themed because i know you love christmas soooo much <3

sending you (and bottles and cups, of course !!!) so so sooooo many hugs bubba 🫂🫂🫂 i hope you have a very cosy, relaxing evening 💙

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FANK YOO FANK YOO FANK YOOOOOOOO 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i lov them allllllll aaaaaaaaaa fank yoo lots an los 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[weird-dere-fics]

HAPPY BIRF MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TELL ME TELL ME WHAT ARE THE BLORBITOS DOING FOR YOU TODAY !!!! ILY !!!!!!!!<3333

CHEWWWIIIIIIII MI AMOR, MI ESTRELLITA, HEWWOOO AND FANK YOOOUUUUUUUUU. TE AMO MUCHO :3 <3. Ay mi blorbitos favoritos🥺🥺🥺. The holy trinity, if u will <333. They are bein so absolutely sweet to me on this day. Each of them telling me how beautiful and precious I am from the very first moment I woke up all scrumkly in bed 🥹💖. Each of them in their own words telling me how lucky they are to have stumbled across me and fell for me; how much I and my love means to them. When I tell you my little heart was just about burst out my chest. Could not resist crying and hugging the life out of them. Wanted to cuddle for hours 😩. (and maybe escalate into other things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 🍆🍑💦)

Ichigo absolutely poured his entire heart into a little something he wrote especially for me that had me on my knees 🧎🏾‍♀️💜. Had outifts prepared for a date he'd set up for us. Pls the way he made me feel so absolutely gorgeous was just *chefs kiss*. Then he proceeded to take me out to have some of the most delicious food, all on him. He got me flowers. He took me to see some stunning views together. He took so many pictures of me. All in all, I melted. He was so romantic, it was like Valentine's Day on my birthday (which is funny since my b-day is the day right after LMAO). The plan is to get intimate tonight to the playlist I made uwuwuwuwuwuwu. Katsuki opted for spending the day in with me, but it was no less sweet. Made me breakfast in bed and sang me happy birthday :3. We spent all day comfy and cozy in our sleeping clothes/lounging clothes. Lots of cuddling n soft kisses. Mans got me a cheesecake and some chocolate covered strawberries that we shared together <3. We played games, watched shows, took naps. He lit a good smelling candle, put on some lofi, and gave me massage too uwu. He was just so gentle with me and i love him sm 🧡. All in all, I was at peace. He knew how to make my mind stop running and helped me to just relax (and not feel bad about it) on my special day. Wanna give him sloppy SO BAD, but he insists he'll be doing the eating, so ☺️.

Soma decided to take me on a whole vacation this year. Mans had two plane tickets booked for somewhere tropical and so many plans for us. I got to see and experience some beautiful beautiful places with him. We got to try new and exotic foods together. We spent so much time walking through different stores, windowshopping and stocking up on things we couldn't get normally where we live. It was all so so much fun! And through it all, he never stopped telling me how much I deserved all this, and how seeing my smile and my joy was what was making this entire trip for him 🥲💗. All in all he made me feel so valuable and special. I am going to love him and love on him (in all of the ways 😏) forever n ever 🥰.

They are absolutely everything to me 💞💞💞💞💞.

[anonxharry]

Lauren

I can hear Aiden crying from the other side of the door. Poor little guy sounds miserable. Finally, I hear the door unlocking. I see your tired face staring at me, and I look down into Aiden's tear-stained faced. Crouching down, I pull the worn rabbit from the front pocket of my carry-on.

Aiden gasps. "Wabbit!" he yells, reaching for the toy.

Grinning, I hand it to him. "Coco and I looked everywhere for it, and I brought it straight it here because I heard you've been keeping your mummy up!" - Harry

//

He grips the rabbit tight, hugging and kissing it as he nods his little head at you. He’s stopped crying completely and he’s found some energy because he immediately starts jumping up and down until you lift him up. “Up! Up!” He tells you. When you lift him he hugs you tightly.

“Did you say thank you, A?” I ask him and he quickly grins at you. “Fank you, Hawwy” he says. At the mention of your name, he remembers something else. “Where hawwy?” We both look confused until we remember the giant stuffed teddy you bought him for his birthday. I really don’t want another meltdown, I’ve had enough over the past two days to last me a lifetime. “He’s too big for the plane, bug. Coco is keeping him company while Harry is here” I say quickly.