#for your noses and eyes and cheeks and chin and eyebrows and bangs and tooth gaps and chapped lips and acne and all the things

[p0ssywhippedcream]

looking at pictures of me from 15 years ago. 10 years. 8 years. 4 years. 2 years. 1 year, 7 months, 2 weeks ago. today. and i’m sorry i ever hated you. i’m sorry nobody told you that you deserved love. i’m sorry you were just a girl who didn’t know how to deal with being hopelessly alone and confused. i’m sorry you thought there was something incurably wrong with you because nobody wanted to be your friend. i’m sorry you hurt other people and i’m sorry you hurt yourself and i’m sorry that you deserved to know that love is not violence and you didn’t. i’m sorry, and i love you. and your chin is just fine and your nose isn’t too big and your eyes look good downturned and you aren’t ugly, you just look like you. you’re just a little girl and i love you, i love you and you’re figuring it out and i’m sorry that it took so long to know that it’s okay to look the way you look. you’re not mean, you’re not violent, you’re not ugly, you’re not too loud or too much, you are not your father. you aren’t stuck this way forever, and you don’t have to hate yourself to atone for the sins of a child who just needed to be told to slow down and wipe the applesauce off her mouth. i love you. i’m sorry you aren’t around to hear it, but you are loved and you are deserving of it. you are forgiven and you are loved. and you’re doing alright as you are, i promise.

[blueariel3-blog]

Cookies

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You attempt to make a welcome home gift for your mate, but it doesn't go as planned.

A/N: This is my first time writing something for ACOTAR, let me know if you like it! Just something sweet and short. I could definitely use this right now :)

Azriel had been gone on a mission for several days across the sea and you were missing him terribly. Every time you caught his faint scent, found a clothing item of his stuffed in the bottom of the laundry basket, or spotted his favorite book lying on the coffee table, your heart ached a little bit more for him. It was hard to be away from your mate but you knew his job was important to keeping your court and family safe. 

You glanced at the clock again, noting that it was still relatively early in the night and he wasn't due home until tomorrow afternoon. Needing something to occupy your time, you decided to try some baking. Elain had bought you a cookbook for your birthday a few months prior after you admitted that you didn't have a knack for cooking and struggled to come up with recipes. 

You pulled the book from the top shelf of your pantry, lightly dusting it off and laying it on the smooth countertops. You thumbed through the soft pages and noted the little details Elain had written in and smiled at her thoughtfulness. Little notes like "Try this one!" and "Make on a cold winter night!" were scattered throughout the book. She even went as far as starring her favorite recipes. 

You found a recipe towards the back of the book for chocolate chip cookies. Despite being a very fit Illyrian male, Azriel had the biggest sweet tooth. He was always eating something sweet or drinking something sugary; you're honestly not sure how his teeth didn't rot out. You smiled to yourself, already feeling how happy he would be to come home to one of his favorite treats. 

An hour later, flour littered the countertops along with several different types of sugars, chocolate chips, salts, flour, and butter. The first batch you made was still raw on the inside so you quickly threw them out. The second bath had cooked too long (you were afraid of another raw middle) and were so hard, they didn't even budge as you banged them against the countertops. 

The third batch had too much flour and immediately crumbled when you picked it up. After each failed attempt, your irritation grew until you had finally had enough and sent the pan of unedible cookies flying off the counter and towards the front door. It happened to be at that moment that your mate walked through the door. 

His brows furrowed as something hit his leg and then crumbled into a heap by his feet, the smell of something burning filling his nostrils. He raised a singular eyebrow as he looked towards you in the kitchen, only to find tears welling up in your eyes that you were desperately trying to keep from falling. 

He was quick to drop his weapons and reach for you. His scarred hands were gentle as they grabbed your waist and he slowly pulled your body towards his. He noted the baking ingredients on the counter, the dirty apron covering the front of one of his t-shirts you wore, and the sweat coating your brow and came to one conclusion: you were trying to bake. He fought back a smile as he slowly tucked you into his arms, your forehead resting against his chest. 

You breathed in his scent and instantly relaxed. His arms tightened their hold on you and you relaxed further, slinging your arms around his waist and peeking up at him. His nose brushed across your cheek and then across your nose as he rested his brow against yours. 

"Hi," you whispered to him. Your cheeks were slightly tinted pink as you rested your chin on his chest to stare into his eyes. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ears and his eyes seemed to melt as he took in the sight of his mate. 

"Hi," he whispered back. Your soft giggle warmed his heart and he couldn't stop placing a sweet peck on your lips. "What's going on in here?" His tone was light and playful, afraid of sending you into another meltdown. 

You sighed heavily, pulling away to look at all the failed attempts at a welcome home gift scattered throughout the kitchen. 

"I was going to make you some cookies to come home to but I couldn't get the recipe right. The first ones were still raw, the next ones were too burnt, and the ones that I accidentally flung at you had crumbled because they had too much flower." 

As you recounted the day's activities to Azriel, his smile only grew out of the love he had for you. You felt the warmth through the bond and melted further into his chest. He placed another kiss on your brow before pulling back and going to retrieve the cookie sheet from the doorway. 

"Well, let's bake them together." He gave you a soft smile as he dumped your cookies into the trashcan. 

"Okay," you smiled as he organized the ingredients on the counter. He carefully read the directions and his shadows would bring you the ingredients one at a time as needed. They tickled your arms and legs as you two stood side by side and you giggled, brushing against them lovingly. 

When the batter was done, Azriel helped you carefully scoop each cookie out and place it on the tray. You placed them on the rack in the oven, dusting flour from your fingers as they set to bake for 15 minutes. 

Azriel pulled the apron off of you and chucked it behind him as he reached down and scooped you into his arms. You yelped as his hands found your bottom and squeezed playfully. 

"What are you doing?" You laughed as he walked further into your house. 

"Spending time with my mate," he replied as he settled you both on the couch. He was lying on his back, holding you tightly to his chest. You felt something soft against your skin and looked back to see the shadows placing a blanket on top of you before darting off to the kitchen. 

You folded your hands across his chest and then placed your head on top so you could see him properly. He gave you his best grin, the one you only ever got to see. It was reserved just for you. 

"Sorry I didn't have them ready before you got home. I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow." He brushed the hair away from your face as he flooded the bond with warmth once again. 

"It's quite alright. It was the thought that counts. Besides, I like baking with you." 

"Oh, do you now?" You grinned and tilted your head, watching as a smirk pulled at his lips. "And why's that?" 

He quickly leaned up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

"Because that means I get 15 minutes with you, uninterrupted, while we wait for them to bake." 

He wiggled his eyebrows and you burst out laughing. He gently gripped your arms and flipped you so he was hovering above you. He placed a kiss on your cheek, then your other one, then your forehead, nose, chin, neck, and finally on your lips. 

You sighed as you melted into him, arms coming to wrap around his neck. You had been thinking about doing this since he left for his mission last week. His hair was soft as you carded your fingers through it, lips firm and accepting as he poured his love into you. 

Azriel laid his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you softly brushed through his hair. His shadows whispered that there were only a few more minutes until the cookies were done, but there was enough dough for at least 4 more batches. 

He smiled and sent them back to watch the cookies. His hands squeezed your sides lovingly as he closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of finally being able to return home. 

[minminyoonjii]

When You Feel Sick [OT8/Gender Neutral! Reader]

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Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Hurt/Comfort|Crying|Aching|Fever|Panic From Jisung|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

Scenario

"Hurts," you whined, holding your head in your hands. You sat up in bed, "Achoo!" you sneezed, reaching for tissues. Tears dripped down your cheeks from the pounding headache overwhelming your senses. "Want Caregiver Title," you sobbed, crawling out of bed only to stumble your way to their room. You sniffled, your plush toy tucked between your arms, "Hate, hate, hate," you grumbled, leaning against the wall.

Bang Chan

"Daddy," you sniffled, wobbling towards his bed. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Little one?" he rasped, squinting his eyes. "Help," you whined, crawling into his bed. Chan sat up concerned, "Help? What hurts? Are you okay?" he rambled, pulling you onto his lap. You whimpered, panting against his chest. Chan checked your temperature with the back of his hand, "No fever, good, good," he mumbled, pushing back your hair. You wrinkled your nose, "Hates it," you shivered, curling deeper into his chest. Chan cooed, "I know little one, I know," he whispered, kissing your forehead. You nuzzled his palm, "Feel cho achy, Daddy," you whimpered, panting from the lack of breath. Chan hugged you close, "Do you want medicine?" he asked, his heart racing within his chest. You shook your head, gradually melting into his hold, "Daddy enough," you whispered, feeling better that you weren't suffering alone but in your daddy's arms instead. Chan chuckled, "Anything for you, little one," he whispered, giving you a firm squeeze.

Lee Minho

You huffed, plopping yourself on the floor, "Mama," you rasped, head dropping from the sheer exhaustion. Minho hummed, "Cupcake?" he questioned, patting his bed to feel you but you weren't there. You sniffled, resting your chin on the edge of the bed, "Mama, look down," you pouted, wanting to be lifted. Minho turned around, eyes widening at your peeking tear-stained face, "What happened? Why are you crying, hm?" he asked, lifting you by your armpits. You nuzzled his chest, "Can't sleep, all huwts," you mumbled, slumping your body on his. Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "We'll see a doctor in the morning. Take this for now," he said, pulling a strip of painkillers from his drawer. You glared at the medicine, "It bitter," you whined, trying to crawl off his lap but your body ached to move. Minho handed you a water bottle, "No complaining, cupcake. The medicine will help," he said, smiling as you took them.

Seo Changbin

"Baba," you whispered, crawling under his blanket. Changbin groaned, wrapping his hand around your waist, "Agi?" he mumbled, rubbing your back. You whimpered, "Feel sickies," you said, pressing your throbbing head into his chest. Changbin opened his eyes, "You do feel warm, agi-ah," he rasped, touching your neck. "Hates sickies," you whined, clawing the sheets to cope with the dull aches. Changbin sat up, rummaging his drawer for something, "Luckily Baba still has a few," he chuckled, putting the fever patch on your forehead. You melted at the chill feeling spreading through your face. Changbin smiled, kissing your nose, "Feeling better, agi?" he whispered, stroking your hair. You nodded, "Is better," you said, nuzzling into his chest. Changbin rocked your body, patting your bum, "Sweet dream, my little agi," he hummed, coaxing you to bed.

Hwang Hyunjin

You sniffled, looking around Hyunjin's room for tissues. "Achoo!" you sneezed, face messy with snot. Hyunjin woke up the moment you got in, "Aigo, come here, lovely," he cooed, holding a tissue. You crawled onto his bed, tilting your head back. Hyunjin chuckled, wiping your face, "Did the flu bug catch you again, love?" he asked, lying down with you on him. You nodded, nuzzling his chest with your plush in hand. 'Hot, hot, hot,' you thought, rolling off his chest. Hyunjin rubbed your tummy, "Are you feeling warm, lovely?" he asked. "It hot," you grumbled, trying to find cold spots on his bed. Hyunjin chuckled as you squirmed, "I bought something recently that might help," he said, taking out a cold neck pillow. You shivered at the chill but eventually found yourself sleeping. Hyunjin cooed, "Goodnight, my silly little love bug," he whispered, keeping the blankets low enough for your feet to stay warm.

Han Jisung

"Appa," you hiccuped, nudging his shoulder. You whined, coughing into your hands with tears streaming down your face. Jisung's eyes grew wide, "Sweetheart, oh my dear sweetheart," he panicked, hands shaking as he checked your body for any physical wounds. You whimpered when he jostled you a bit too hard, head spinning at the motion. Jisung held back a scream when you almost fainted, "Appa's going to call Daddy okay?" he said, anxiety getting the best of him. You laid on the bed too tired to stop him, even though you rather have him stay. Jisung dragged Chan to his room, explaining from top to bottom. Chan checked your temperature, "It's just another sinus fit, they'll be alright after some rest," he said, sighing in relief that they didn't need to go to the ER. Jisung sighed, "Gave me quite a scare, sweetheart," he chuckled, ensuring you were comfortable enough to sleep.

Lee Felix

You crawled onto his bed, kneeling on the mattress. Felix stirred at the movement but stayed asleep. You stared for a second before bursting out into tears, "Mommy!" you cried, whining at the headache you put yourself through. Felix jolted awake, body moving before his mind could respond. You squeezed your plush toy, coughing violently as tears poured onto the comforter. "Mommy's here. Mommy's here," he rasped, shifting you towards him, your back to his chest. You sniffled, "Sickies huwt," you whimpered, curling up between his legs. Felix held your head to his chest, "Take deep breaths, sunshine," he whispered, nosing your hair. You mimicked his breathing, "Ah hah," you yawned, feeling sleepy. Felix chuckled, eyes barely open, "Let's go back to sleep, yeah sunshine?" he asked, laying you down. You preened, getting cosy under the comforters.

Kim Seungmin

"Dada up, wake up," you whined, hitting him with your plush toy. Seungmin grunted, pulling his blanket further up his neck. You sniffled, opening your mouth to bite his shoulder when he suddenly covered your mouth. "You know what I said about marks, munchkin," he grumbled, leaning against his bed frame. You whined, licking his palm in retaliation. Seungmin frowned, "What's the matter?" he asked, knowing you wouldn't come to him without a reason. You wrinkled your nose, holding back a sneeze. "Ah," Seungmin sighed, grabbing a tissue. You sneezed into it and laid on his chest. He chuckled, "Looks like the little munchkin got a cold," he teased, stroking your cheek. You nodded, trying hard to ignore the dull ache throughout your body. Seungmin hummed, massaging your arms and legs, "Just close your eyes, Dada will take care of you," he whispered, coaxing you back to sleep.

Yang Jeongin

You wobbled towards his bed, body aching and cold, "Ninnin," you cried, immediately waking him up. Jeongin got out of bed, holding your cheeks, "Are you feeling sick, angel?" he asked, looking at your red nose and bloodshot eyes. You nodded, leaning into his hold as he lifted you towards him. Jeongin cradled your body in his arms, "Shh, shh. Go back to sleep, my sweet angel," he whispered, humming a lullaby for you to hear. You whimpered, body aching with each motion but the gentle hum of his voice drew you closer and closer to sleep. Jeongin noticed, sitting by the edge of his bed to rock your weak body, "Everything is going to be alright," he whispered, kissing your forehead. You burrowed yourself closer to his body, melting into the warmth he provided. Jeongin chuckled, booping your nose, "Sleep well, angel. I'll wake you in the morning," he cooed, tucking you close.

[quitethepirategal]

EXCRUCIATINGLY DETAILED APPEARANCE INFO

TAGGED BY:  yeet TAGGING: @severedleft​ ( bc I can’t find your about page qwq ) and whoever else idk steal it

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG. Answer what you’re comfortable answering, feel free to leave things blank ( or don’t, I’m not a cop ).

HEAD

FACE SHAPE:  Round, almost a U shape.

HAIR TEXTURE:  Oily, soft, lush, curly.  Gets terrible dandruff if she hasn’t been at sea a while.

HAIR COLOR:  Ginger, orange.

HAIR LENGTH:   It sits right above waist length at its longest but when she gets around to cutting it she goes for just at her neck, usually its just past her shoulders.  Poofy bangs that usually swoop to the left or are parted in the middle.  It’s normally wrapped in a bandana to keep her hearing aid neatly on her head.

EARS:  Large, round, cauliflowered ears.  She sports three sailor’s earrings ( two large gold hoops, one small gold hoop on the left ) and a hearing aid on her right ear.  She had a small hoop in her right ear but has since cut it out.  Right ear has a large nick in the top.

EYEBROW SHAPE:  Full and unkept, there’s a gap in her right one from a scar.  

EYEBROW COLOR:  Dark ginger (?).

EYE SHAPE:  Large, deep set eyes.

EYE COLOR:  Between olive and hazel.

EYELASHES:  Black - thick, lush and full.

NOSE SHAPE:  Tall but unprominent bridge, pointy nose.

CHEEKS:  Full, freckled, and rosy.

CHEEKBONES:  They get much more visible as she gets older, but they are more round than sharp.  

LIPS:  Soft, cracked, and coral pink.  Her bottom lip is much fuller than her sliver of a top lip.

TEETH:  Strong, cream colored, clean, but sorta crooked.  Two are chipped.  One gold tooth in the back on the top left.

FACIAL HAIR: small ginger sideburns, sports a scruffy red mustache and a scratchy chin if she doesn’t shave it once a week or so.

FACIAL SCARS:  Large scar tracing down her nose from her right eyebrow to her lip on the right side.  Another large scar and small burn on her right cheek.  Small cut scar on her left chin.

FACIAL TATTOOS:  None.

MAKE UP:  Usually dons a darker coral, red, or black lipstick or a bright colored or black eye shadow when she bothers with make-up.

UPPER BODY

NECK:  Slender but toned.  Dotted with loose red body hair.

SHOULDERS:  Extremely toned and manishly angular, scarred and covered in freckles as much as her face. Sports a P brand on her left shoulder blade and a lit bomb tattoo on her right bicep.

CHEST/BREASTS:  Well developed delts.  She sports two names tattooed over her heart.  The bottom one is ten years newer than the top one.  Her right breast is missing a large chunk on the right top side and is scarred over. Her left breast is small, perky, soft, and has grown loose.  She almost fills a B cup.

NIPPLES:  Coral colored like her lips and as large as a marble.

ARMS:  Long and toned.

UPPER ARMS:  Muscular and scarred.  Large burn on right arm.  Rifle tattoo on her left arm.

LOWER ARMS:  Right arm more burned than the left one but both are scarred terribly.  Left arm is slightly misshapen.

WRISTS:  Has a tattoo of the Sun tarot card on her left outer wrist and a tattoo of the Strength tarot card on her right outer wrist.

HANDS:  Large, soft, calloused hands and jutting knuckles.  EX LIBRIS is tattooed in red across her fingers.  

FINGERNAILS:  Short, uneven, always dirty.

STOMACH AREA:  Slightly burned all down the right side, abs were chiseled in her youth and remain firm today but she has gotten a bit less rigid with age.  Large formidable laceration on her right.  Two large rose tattoos on her lovehandles and the names of her two ships tattooed above them.

BELLY BUTTON:  Outie.

BACK:  Broad, muscled, scarred by long lacerations, tattoo of an octopus under lacerations.

LOWER BODY

WAIST:  Narrow and toned.  Bears a heart tramp stamp with a scroll in red.

HIPS:  Wide, almost square.

BOTTOM: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  I mean she’s not super thick but its... lovely?  Very round and firm.  Sports a topless mermaid tattoo with black hair and an aqua blue tail on her right ass cheek.

PRIVATES:  Clitoromegaly, fire crotch / bush like a Pomeranian with a treasure trail to match.

LEGS:  Long and Beefy.

THIGHS:  Thick muscles that can and will kill you, also scarred especially on the right. Large canon tattoo on the right and a botanical drawing of an orange tree tattooed on the left.

KNEES:  Strong but slowly failing her. Freckled.

CALVES:  Very muscled at the top and then rather thin as they taper to the ankles.  Little orange crab tattoo on her right shin.

ANKLES:  Weak as shit rip.

FEET:  Large, calloused and round with very high arches.  Rooster tattoo on her left foot.

OTHER

SKIN COLOR: Once ivory, now leathery and tanned by years under the sun, covered head to toe in freckles.

SKIN TYPE:  Dry and weathered.

BODY HAIR:  She is actually pretty hairy, body hair is fuzzy and ginger in color and is on her face, under her arms, on her chest, down her belly and down both thighs were scars allow, the only thing she shaves is her mustache but won’t if she’s feeling masculine or lazy.

SCENT:  Dirt, sea salt, gun power, perfumed oil ( citrus usually ), musk/sweat.

VOICE:  Its a very deep, caramel voice for a woman, but she usually talks with a higher pitch purposefully.

HEIGHT: 6′ 5″- 195 cm.

WEIGHT: right around 200 lbs.

PIERCINGS:  Like I said, two gold sailors hoops and a gold ringlet on her left ear. Probably got piercings around those for studs.

TATTOOS:  I already listed all of them dude but ok.  There are two faded names over her heart in different fonts, an eastern style but poorly drawn octopus on her upper back, a lit bomb on her right bicep, a rifle on her upper left arm, two roses on her hips ( right rose greatly obscured by scar ), “The Thorn” printed in black above the right rose, and “The Rose” written in a beautiful medieval book font with red and aqua lettering and a pink eagle worked into the R above the left rose.  Continuing down, there is a bitten heart tramp stamp that reads “Heart Eater” on a scroll, a mermaid with an aqua tail and black hair on her right ass cheek,  a very faded botanical illustration of an orange tree on her left thigh, a firing canon on her right thigh, a little orange crab on her right shin, a rooster on her left foot, the Strength tarot card in color on her right outer wrist, the Sun tarot card in color on her left outer wrist, and “EX LIBRIS” printed in red on her knuckles.  She wants to add a wine bottle or a wine glass eventually.

SHOE SIZE:  Not sure like a 12?

PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES:  Heeled boots, sandals, Chinese flats.  

PREFERRED CHOICE OF ACCESSORIES:  Wears gaudy jewelry when she wears jewelry.

CLOTHING STYLE:  A masculine mesh of the 15th, 16th, 17th, and 18th centuries that are colorful and comfortable.  Drawn to loose blouses, tight pants, simple summery dresses, and muscle shirts.  No stranger to theater or drag.

GENERAL BODYSHAPE:  Curvy, sturdy, old but toned and tall.

MISC: No yeah that’s everything.

[tavvattales]

Hello! ❤️ Ok, since the limit is 3 characters per ask could I ask for the Handsome-Tall-Men-Gang aka Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli (minus Diluc 😢 sorry little wine maker) coming home to their s/o from a normal day at work? The reader gently leads them to a chair, sits down on their lap and gently holds their face in their (reader's) hands and then soflty showering their face with kisses and pecks (Kaeya's eyepatch!!!!! 🥺) while telling them in the softest and most loving voice that they love them????

Meanwhile the Handsome-Tall-Men-Gang is freaking out internally wondering if they missed a special date but reader just wanted to show them their affection???

I'm so sorry if this is too specific but I'm dying for reverse comfort 😢 why is there so little reverse comfort????? I just wanna shower my men with love and affection😭

Anyway sorry for this obnoxiously long ask😅

Hope you have a great day! ❤️

Oh gosh, bless this request. Please no need to apologize. If anything, I should be the one to apologize for taking so long to write this absolute GEM. I really wanted to take my time with this one.

So I only wrote for Childe and Kaeya for this one only because I do want to write a Diluc one and I wanna do it as two and two, if that makes sense. So part 2 will include Diluc and Zhongli, I hope this is okay!

This definitely holds a special place in my heart because I do this with my own s/o. And I love how confused he gets ughh. Always asking me, "What's wrong?" and I'm like just lemme shower you with 💕💕💕. I will definitely make a Diluc and Zhongli one for you at some point so we can have all the Handsome-Tall-Men-Gang here. There needs to be more reverse comfort 100%

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GENSHIN IMPACT Character x gn reader fluff stories~♡♡

Scenario: Reverse Comfort part 1

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia, Kaeya

Pairings: Childe/Tartaglia x gn reader, Kaeya x gn reader

Warning: None

SFW----> Pure 100% fluff down below. Only click if you're prepared for a sweet tooth. ;)

Childe:

● He thinks about you, constantly. His mind always lingers to you while out on missions, praying to the Tsaritsa to bring him home safely to you. Sometimes he's gone for weeks, missing every single second of you. When he finally comes home, he always showers you with affection, thankful you're back in his arms again. 

Counting the days the love of your life would arrive home, you prepare yourself and the home you share by keeping busy. Cleaning every nook and cranny, and once more for good measure. It kept you distracted from the painstaking wait, so you didn't mind. You sigh to yourself as you dust off a shelf that was already dusted three times today. You were anxiously waiting for Childe to come back from one of his lengthy missions. He sent word that he would be coming back soon, but you still worried nonetheless.

You desperately wanted him in your arms, safe and sound. Folding a pile of clothes and placing them in the drawers in front of you, you heard the front door open. This made you bolt up and your heart race, "He's home!" You say excitedly to yourself as you run towards the front door, flinging your arms around a very surprised Childe.

A small chuckle tickled your ear, "Did you miss me, darling?" He said softly, his voice like velvet against your ear.

You pull away and nodded, taking his hand in yours, "I missed you so much, that I-" You place a gentle kiss on his lips, "Just couldn't wait to do that." You flash him a brilliant smile, causing him to smile back at you as you tug him along. 

Childe tilts his head to the side, studying you as you lead him to the kitchen, sitting him softly on one of the chairs. You're still holding onto one of his hands as you sit in his lap. Gently you lift his chin with your other hand, his deep blue eyes gazing at you lovingly, "Is something the matter?" he asks quizzically, the messy locks of his soft orange hair falling over his eyes.

You gently brush his bangs away before placing a sweet kiss upon his forehead, "Mmm. . .nope. I'm just glad you're back home," you place another kiss to both sides of his cheek, your warm lips causing his heart to flutter and his face grow warm. You continue placing gentle kisses to his nose and hands. You feel him suck in his breath each time, relishing each kiss, melting with each gentle placement. 

You place one final kiss to his lips, he takes you in wholly, wrapping his arms around your waist bringing the two of you closer. The two of you break away, both panting you say, "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," he whispers breathless before you crash your lips down on his once more.

Childe is usually the one pulling you in for kisses and leaving you breathless. He never imagined you would turn the tide on him, but he isn't complaining.

Childe/Tartaglia x gn reader END

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Kaeya:

● Kaeya is always playful with you. He's always planning the best dates when the two of you have time between work. He always surprises you with flowers, or a picnic. He's a true romantic. He also always knows what to do when you've had a bad day. He's one for spontaneous outings, though he'll never be opposed to a night indoors, sharing a bottle of cider as the two of you talk about your day.

You had just gotten home from a mission. Exhaustion was setting in, but you knew Kaeya would be home late. On days like this Kaeya would always remark how he didn't have time to eat dinner and would even be too tired to eat when he got home. You pushed past your exhausted state, determined to stop by the Knights Hall to drop him off dinner, ensuring he takes a break to himself.

Wrapping up the meal you had prepared for him, you smile to yourself, "This came out pretty well!" you had gotten together his favorites, made with the freshest ingredients, a delicious fruity skewer being one of the items you carefully made. 

You made your way through the streets of Mondstadt, waving at passerbys and greeting them with a small bow. You were well known in the city and people looked up to you as much as they did with the Honorary Knight. As an adventurer, you always took pride in helping the citizens of Mondstadt no matter what the problem was. 

As you neared the Knights hall you heard your name being called, "Y/N! It's good to see you! I'm assuming you're here to pay Kaeya a visit?" You turn around to be met with a beautiful, tall, ash blonde woman. She carried herself with confidence and grace.

"Hi Master Jean! Yeah, I'm here to drop off some dinner for him," You smile brightly.

"He's going to love it. I'll take you to him," She responded escorting you to his office. 

As you approached his office door, your heart started to pound. He still made your heart race even thinking about him. Jean placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and gave you a knowing look before nodding and turning away to get back to her duties. Reaching upwards you gentle knocked on the door in front of you, the only barrier in your way.

A quiet, tired voice responded, "Come in if you must. . ." you heard rustling of papers before walking in. You frowned, hoping that seeing you would brighten his day. Softly opening the door you stepped in, his dinner clutched to your chest. His tired eye lit up at the sight of you and he smiled in surprise.

"Seeing you was just what I needed, Y/N," His voice rang in your ears like silk, soft and gentle. 

You fidget slightly in embarrassment, you cheeks turning pink before responding, "I-I missed you, so I brought you some dinner," you place the neatly wrapped box on his desk. Deciding he needed a break, you took a seat on his lap, "Plus you need to take a break sometimes"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at you playfully, fully accepting the fact you're sitting in his lap.

"Yes!" You exclaim, placing both of your hands softly on each side of his cheeks. You press your forehead against his, "You need to take care of you sometimes too. . ." You whisper, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

Kaeya was taken aback, though his eye softened, "I was afraid I missed an important date, but knowing now I didn't and you came to visit me because you were worried. . .makes me happy," you quiet him down another kiss.

You start showering him with small little pecks, along his jaw line, his forehead, cheeks. He embraces each and every gentle kiss, never wanting this moment to end. Leaning down again you place a warm kiss to his eyepatch and murmur, "I love you Kaeya. ." 

Not expecting that he pulls away for a brief moment, stunned. Your kiss was so gentle. . .no one but you could show him that amount of love and care that you do, "I love you too, Y/N. . .so much." He snakes his hands into your hair, pulling you against his lips.

It was his turn now to show you how much he loves you.

Kaeya x gn reader END

I hope you enjoy <3 

[gotnofucks]

Sweet Tooth

Paring: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth.

Words: 2.2k

Warning: Smut, weird smut, mushy smut, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Goddamn you all! I didn’t know I’d be writing another Bodecker after finishing SMS but damn are you all relentless. Here is your soft!chubby!sheriff. Combining two requests here. Hope you Hoe-deckers like it.

MASTERLIST

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You drove to your fiancé’s house, smoothening the dress once you got out. You had put a lot of time in styling your hair today. Lee would be meeting your parents for the first time, and you were already nervous about it. Your father had not been happy to know that you were marrying a man who didn’t even bother to ask his permission. Things only went south when you pointed out that the only permission he needed to marry you was yours.

You were hoping your mother would mediate the meeting tonight and were glad your brother couldn’t make it, because that meeting would have spelled disaster. You were only doing this tonight because it was customary to do so, and because you couldn’t put it off anymore. Earrings dangling in your ear, you bounced inside the house.

“Lee, I’m here.” You said. You loved his house, with the fluffy rugs and candy wrappers between the couch cushions that crinkled when you got handsy over them. This would soon be your home too; you’ll be moving in your stuff in the next few weeks. Navigating the hall, you reached Lee’s bedroom and saw the door ajar. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself. You don’t think he had even noticed you walk in, so intensely did he stare at his reflection.

“Honey?” You called and his eyes met yours in the mirror, sadness floating in them.

“Why are you marrying me?” He asked.

You tilted your head, not knowing what was going on.

“Lee? Hon, what’s wrong?” You asked as you saw him looking in the mirror again. You had never seen him look so vulnerable, and the look in his eyes tugged at your heart. You set your bag down on the table and joined him in front of the mirror, holding his hand. His face was flushed, and you felt like he was seconds away from breaking down.

“Why are you marrying me?” He asked again and you breathed deeply.

“Because I love you.” You answered him, putting a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nose bumping your palm.

“How can you love me? I mean, look at me!” He exclaimed, pushing away and spreading his arms, showing his body. “You deserve someone handsome, someone who doesn’t have a lump of mass hanging on his front.”

Your exhaled, finally understanding the situation. It was not the first time his insecurities had come into play, but so far, they had been well hidden and rare. You’d see him tighten his hold on your hand when you’d walk across other men in parks, or how he would tighten his belt more than necessary when meeting your friends. You would see him throwing away his chocolates and candies, trying to be like ‘other men’.

You knew you would have to deal with this delicately because Lee was a proud man. He had a hard exterior that shaded his soft inside, and one wrong move could bruise his tender ego. Pursing your lips at him, you deliberately moved into his space, letting your body rub against his soft belly. Yours arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him down, letting your mouth meet his in a deep kiss.

“Lee Bodecker, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I love you because you carry a blanket in your car because you know I get cold easily. I love you because you massage my feet after I remove my heels. I love you because you carry me in your arms wherever I wish. I love you because you kiss me in a way that gives me a taste of heaven. I love all of you Lee, including this mass of lump as you called it because its you.”

He sagged against you, heart right below your ear as his arms circled you, pulling you harder into him and his head resting on yours. You let your hands run through his hair, caress his head then back and in the end squeeze his butt. That got him to laugh a little, and if he sniffled you didn’t mention it.

“You love me then, even if I eat enough candies to stick my teeth together?” He asked.

You looked at him with a smile that made his heart flutter like an excited butterfly.

“I love you for it. I’d much rather you eat those sugar lollies if they keep you from the bottle. Not to mention you have by far the most deliciously kissable lips in this fucking town.”

His lips began twitching, eyes returning to their mischievous glint that you loved. He bent down to give you one of those delicious kisses, his mouth tasting of chocolate. You moaned and ground yourself against him, his bulge hardening against your thigh. Pulling away he growled, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip and you squealed, the taste of him and blood filling your mouth.

“What will your papa say when he knows you’re marrying a man who’s had you in every possible position before marriage, eh?” He teased and you pulled on his collar to lick his neck.

“Don’t worry, we’ll tell them we’re marrying because I comprised your virtue.”

He started laughing, a happy laughing that made his belly jiggle. Kissing your nose, he cupped your face, running his fingers through your now ruined hair.

“And what if your mommy finds me…lacking?”

You could feel how much it bothered him, the thought of your parents. He had been trying to learn everything about them, to earn their approval despite you telling him it didn’t matter. But you would be damned if you let anyone make the love of your life feel inadequate.

“Lee, I’m marrying you, not their opinion. They can pronounce you the Devil and I will sin the rest of my life away so I make way home to hell and you after I die. I love you my dear, with every last part of me.”

Love and passion rose in you like a giant wave and you impulsively tossed away your earrings. You neared him, his face a look of awe.

“You know what, we’ve put off this meeting for months. Maybe a few more days won’t hurt.”

He kissed you hard, humming in agreement and picking you up by the waist and carrying you to his bed. Your bed.

“How can I ever thank you for being in my life” He murmured, and you smirked.

“You can start by worshiping the lumps of flesh on my body” You said, letting your dress fall away to reveal your bare body. His eyes darkened and he unbuttoned his shirt, unveiling what was to you a body made to provide comfort and pleasure. You fondled him, carefully, softly, teasingly. He worshiped you and later that night you showed him how much you appreciate him.

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You writhed, moaning as Lee’s tongue weaved magic between your legs. Whoever said marriage got boring after a while had never met Lee Bodecker. The noises he made turned you on almost as much as his tongue thrusting in your heat and you clawed at your husband’s back, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Oh god, oh fuck Lee!” You shout and fell off the cliff, heat bursting from you. Lee lapped at your juice, slurping like a man thirsty in desert. You panted with a satisfied, completely sexed up look on your face. His chin was dripping with your essence and you clenched around nothing.

“Fuck!” Lee suddenly exclaimed, looking with wide eyes at your still drenched pussy. You jumped up, wondering if you got your period but found no blood on your thighs.

“What?” You asked and Lee stuttered, running a hand through his damp hair.

“I uh, I lost the jolly rancher.” He said and you blinked.

“What?”

“I lost the jolly rancher. Inside you.”

You struggled for a moment to understand what he said before screeching. You jumped off the bed and started bouncing on your toes, trying to dislodge the candy from your cunt.

“What the fuck Lee! Why would you put a candy in me? Get it out. Get it out!” You shout and you husband paced around you, trying to bend his head and see if it fell out of you.

“I like the taste of it on you!” He said in defense and you growled in anger. He looked at your helplessly, watching you jump and bounce until he finally took your hand and tugged you to a stop.

“Lay back on the bed, let me search.” He said and you shot him a look before doing as he said. Spreading your legs his fingers probed your entrance, wiggling inside you. You suppressed a moan, reminding yourself that this was not for pleasure. Your spongy flesh within quivered at his touch and you ground your teeth, curses hissed at him from between them.

“How deep are you?” He asked in frustration, eyes level with your most intimate part. You almost suggested he should go get his flashlight when his fingers brushed against a small object inside you. Carefully plucking it between his thumb and finger, he pulled out the wet candy and showed it to you triumphantly.

“You bastard, what if we didn’t find it? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would have been to ask a doctor to remove it!” You complained but Lee didn’t give a fuck. His eyes heated over, becoming almost liquid as he pinned you down with his stare. You whimpered pathetically when he placed the candy before his lips, tongue coming out to swirl around it and then popping it in his mouth, licking his fingers clean of the remaining juice.

“They can make as many new flavors as they want, but god if the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted is you.” He bent over you, mouth meeting yours and his tongue transferred the candy to you, the flavor of it mixing with the natural musk of you and Lee’s lips. You moaned indecently, anger dissipating as heat bloomed between your legs again.

God bless the moment you agreed to marry this horny bastard.

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You thought you were being sneaky, but your husband was not a Sheriff for nothing. He could smell a lie from miles away, and as he glared at you with folded arms you felt like a child being scolded.

“Did you steal from me?” He asked again and you shook your head like before, widening your eyes in a show of innocence. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

“I’m sure you must have forgotten.” You commented and Lee banged his fists on the table.

“You know I count my candies! You stole them. I left 9 in the drawer, now there are 6.” He accused and you stood up, mimicking him and banging the table too, angry as well.

“You can’t prove shit! What’s your evidence?” You countered and Lee growled. He came around the table and tugged you to his chest, eyes gleaming dangerously.

“I know that when I leave home you drink my juice and top the rest with water. I know when you tamper with my secret stash because you fucking left bite marks in the chocolate bar. You are a shitty criminal my wife.”

He glowered at you and you finally pouted in surrender. You hugged him, letting your ear rest over his heart. One finger tracing patterns on his chest you peeked up at him, eyes wide and innocent.

“You always eat them alone. I want some too, but you are bad at sharing.” You said. Lee looked down at your thoughtfully, a snort escaping him and he nuzzled your head. Rocking you in his arms he lifted you on the table, grabbing your knees and spreading them apart, stepping between your open legs.

“You insane woman, I’m sharing my life with you. If you wanted my candy you only needed to ask.” Saying that he brought out a candy from his pocket and unwrapping it popped it in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on it, a moan escaping you at the tangy taste and Lee’s eyes darkened with lust, knowing that expression from when you suck on him. It was stupid really, but he felt jealous of the candy in your mouth. He licked his lips as he watched you suck, pants tightening.

It was like you could read his thoughts and you giggled. Pushing the candy to one side of your mouth so your cheek bulged out, you pulled Lee into a kiss, his tongue quickly sweeping inside to lick at the sweet.

“You don’t need to be jealous Sheriff. These candies may be tasty, but lord knows my favorite lolly lies in your pants”

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Drabbles Masterlist

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Warm

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: This one’s a little spicy, there’s some implied smut and nudity + kissy kissy (it’s really nothing major tho). Fem!reader (only bc he refers to you as his wife). Hmm, bit of hurt/comfort? Just a bunch of fluffy flirting with dashes of angst and spice (okay maybe a lot of angst)

Author’s Note:

Hello! Here’s the long-ass Kiri fic I’ve been working on! This is actually just loosely based on the request—I really took it and ran I guess 😅. I kept changing my mind with what I wanted to happen until I eventually wound up with this!

Ignore how it’s basically Bath Bomb but with Kirishima

Anyway I hope y’all like it!

-Sugar

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Your consciousness bloomed back into being at the sensation of lips trailing kisses down your shoulders. Daylight pierced into your cracked lids, faintly illuminating your bedroom with the caress of a new sun.

A body pressed up against yours, his broad chest and shoulders wide enough to support the width of your own back. His mouth languidly worked its way over your bare skin; from your back, to your neck, over your shoulder. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to spend it all on you.

You hummed and shifted, signaling your newly awakened state. A thick forearm you weren’t previously aware of tightened its grip around your waist, his palm gliding over your stomach and up to your chest. It moved up and down, before finally stopping to give you a gentle squeeze.

“Morning, Eijirou,” you said, a laugh already in your sleep-worn voice.

“Hey, Princess.” His chin slotted in the juncture of your shoulder and neck, his cheek pressing against yours. “Sleep well?” His own voice was so low and quiet and deep in the mornings, making your nerves fire in an odd excitement within you.

“Of course I did,” you smirked, ignoring the stirring in your chest. “I’ve got you.”

He chuckled, and finally a small shiver shot through your body at the sound. “Glad the feeling’s mutual.”

You ducked out from under his chin, turning to your other side in order to face him. His chest pressed against yours as you hugged him back, and you couldn’t help but notice how warm it was under the covers like this. Finally you met his eyes, (E/C) meeting glittering vermillion in the morning sun for a long moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I swear, I married an angel.”

Your heart sped from its steady beat, heat climbing the back of your neck. “Eiji!” you mumbled, flustered, hiding your face between his pecs.

He chuckled again, and at this point, you swore he was doing it on purpose. “It’s true. Gorgeous, perfect—what more could I have asked for?”

You smiled against his skin, and you felt his warm hand gently begin to stroke up and down your back. You cuddled in silence for a minute, growing lost in the touch of the other.

“This is nice,” he sighed, drawing you impossibly closer. “I finally get to spend my whole day with you.”

You lifted your head again to look into his face, smirking. “Is your plan to spend it all in bed?”

He shrugged. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing. Think about it—here, finally alone with me, all warm and snuggly? No stress, no responsibilities, just . . . me. And you. It’s been too long since we’ve had something like that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, perhaps too readily. Eijirou’s face fell. “Hey,” you crooned, taking his cheek in your palm. “I understand you’re busy. You’re out there being the best hero ever. Do you know how proud I am of you? My Red Riot, saving the day out there. It’s worth the wait.”

His ruby eyes glimmered as they affectionately bored into yours, leaning into your touch. “I still feel bad I can’t be here for you like this every day.”

“But then it wouldn’t be as special.” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone, finally pulling him into a kiss. It started out soft, but Eijirou was quick to escalate the gesture. He devoured your lips enthusiastically, just like he always did, licking and nibbling at the skin.

Warm, you couldn’t help but think, as your heart pounded and blood rushed towards your face. Warm as his fingers laced with yours on his cheek, warm as your skin touched without a centimeter separating you.

Kisses with Eijirou were addictive, and once you started, you could scarcely bring yourself to stop. With every push and pull of your lips, it was as if pure joy had flooded your veins. Even after all these years of being together, you basked in the truth that he could still make you feel this way.

His lips pecked the corner of your mouth, then moved down, down to your jaw, then your neck.

“Eiji,” you breathed, a smile tugging your lips up.

He met your eyes again, removing his tongue and teeth just enough to innocently question, “What?”

“I—weren’t we—it really is—” you began, but your brain was already distracted, focusing on the way he sucked and nipped at your skin, moving ever lower.

“Are you actually going to stop me?” he asked, kissing your collarbone.

You gulped. “No.”

It was a few more hours until you got out of bed.

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“Eiji.”

You spoke his name and tapped him on one shoulder blade, muscled and kissed by the sun. He grumbled, asleep once more, nuzzling closer into your bosom.

“Eijirou, it’s noon,” you said, glancing at your bedside alarm clock and shaking him again.

“So?” he mumbled against your skin.

“So I’m hungry,” you pretended to whine. “Let’s make breakfast. Or lunch. Brunch, yeah.”

He sighed, dramatic, hugging you tight. “But I don’t want to get up.”

“I’ll make us pancakes,” you offered, threading your hands through his soft red hair.

He didn’t move.

“—with extra bacon and sausage,” you added.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours as his chin settled on your chest. “Okay, I’m listening.”

You chuckled, ruffling his bangs and poking at his nose. “Come on, you have to get off of me. We can cuddle again later.”

Eijirou finally straightened, letting you slide out from under him. You both stretched and moved towards your dresser; Kirishima choosing a pair of gray sweatpants while you opted for one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

Eijirou trailed after you to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while you rummaged through the fridge for a few ingredients. Within minutes, you had the batter mixed, and you poured it into the hot pan with a satisfying sizzle. Your husband watched with interest from behind, chin perched on your shoulder and arms resting around your waist.

“That one looks nice,” he’d comment every now and then. “Good job, babe.”

His hands stayed ever-present on your body, mostly resting on your shoulders or hips as you finished making breakfast. You ate with him, making light conversation as you plowed through the stack of pancakes and meat.

When you were done, you spent some time catching up around the house. Eijirou helped you wash the dishes and fold and put away the laundry. He insisted on doing it all by your side, happy to chat while you shared effort on the chores.

“How do you keep up with all this?” he asked, setting one of his t-shirts on the bed, freshly folded. “With your job and everything, it’s amazing that you still do so much.”

You shrugged. “I manage. It’s not so bad. And don’t completely discredit yourself, you still help when you can.”

“Well, of course I do,” he said, carrying a pile of clothes to the dresser. “You shouldn’t have to take care of everything by yourself.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “but you have other things to do that’s more important than dusting behind the TV.”

He came back to your side again, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you in so he could kiss your temple. “I’m just thankful you’re here to keep up with the house.”

“And I’m thankful you’re here to spend time with me today.” You popped up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, taking the now-empty laundry basket back to the laundry room.

“Would you like to watch a movie together?” you asked when you were back in the doorway. “The evening is young. We can make a snack and go back to cuddling on the couch. How does that sound, huh?” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows, trying to sound convincing.

“Sounds perfect to me, babe,” Eijirou said, striding up to where you leaned against the doorframe. “But I think the only snack here is you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ei-JI—AAA!”

He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grinning his shark-toothed smile as you laughed.

“I meant popcorn!” you said, pretending to struggle.

Kirishima landed a gentle smack to your behind and made a little pop noise with his mouth.

“Ugh,” you said, going limp.

“Shall we continue to the living room, my lady?” he asked.

“Fine. But I don’t think ladies are supposed to be carried like a sack of potatoes.”

He chuckled, already making his way down the hall. “You’re the finest sack of potatoes I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey!” You landed the softest of punches against his back, still lighthearted in the situation.

He set you down once you were back in the kitchen, going to the pantry to grab a bag of popcorn. You sat on the counter to watch him put it in the microwave.

“I’m always scared I’m going to burn these,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly as he tried to decide on a time to put in.

“I do it for a minute and fifty seconds,” you said, childishly swinging your legs.

He inputted the time as you said, the microwave humming to life as the turntable began to spin. Eijirou turned to you again, moving so he was between your legs. “Now, about my snack.”

You snorted, giggling until he cupped your cheek in his hand. He slotted his lips against yours, pulling your body flush into his. Your hands wandered over his bare skin, tracing the blade of his shoulder before gliding up into his hair. You let your fingers lace through the vibrant red strands, anchoring yourself and pulling him in further. Your legs even went as far as wrapping themselves around his waist, your feet meeting at the small of his back.

Eijirou hummed into your mouth, happy to savor you, glad he was there to hold you. The microwave beeped that it was done and you felt his attention shift momentarily, but soon he was back to cherishing you, getting lost in your taste and your touch. How could he care about anything other than you right now? You were his everything, his world, his reason to be. He kissed you harder, not caring that he was running out of breath. He just wanted more of you, wishing he never had to stop. His hand traced over your thigh, longing for you to somehow be even closer.

The microwave beeped again, impatient that it hadn’t been opened.

“Are you going to get that?” you asked, pulling back.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, but he still insisted on giving you a few more chaste pecks before he moved.

You released him and hopped down, wandering into the living room with your husband right behind you, newly equipped with a steaming bag of popcorn.

“What should we watch?” you mused. “Ooh, how about Star Wars? It’s been a while and I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“Okay,” he said, settling next to you on the couch. It was a good idea. You were right about him liking it, but he’d also seen it enough times that he could place all his focus on you. There was no way he was going to let your little make out session go interrupted like that.

“Why don’t you go turn out the light?” you asked, already turning on the TV.

Eijirou stood, walking up to the switch on the wall. It was then that he felt his phone begin to vibrate in his pocket. He flicked the lights off as he fished out the device. He figured it was junk, but then he saw it was his work contact. His heart began to sink.

“Who’s that?” you asked, apprehensive when you saw the expression that had already come onto his face.

“The agency,” he said, voice low and small.

He wanted to think they were just calling because he’d left something in his office. Or maybe it was a mistake and they hadn’t meant to call him at all. But they wouldn’t contact him on his day off like this if it wasn’t an emergency. Kirishima wasn’t so naïve that he’d think otherwise.

What if he just didn’t answer? What if he ignored it and went back to you? You were the one he wanted to spend time with. This was his evening off—your evening to be together.

But he had a job. He had a responsibility. An innocent person’s life could be at risk. What kind of person—what man, what hero���would he be if he selfishly ignored it? His passion demanded sacrifice, and that was just something he had to live with. He only wished that you weren’t the one who always had to get hurt.

He never knew his thumb to feel so heavy as he pressed receive.

You watched him put the phone to his ear, watched his face fall further as it seemed your collective suspicions were confirmed. He shot you an apologetic glance before he briskly strode off in the direction of your bedroom, still listening to what his secretary was saying on the other end.

You looked back to the TV, the ‘st’ still present in the search field from when you’d typed it in only moments before. Sighing, you turned off the screen, sitting back into the couch.

Maybe he wouldn’t be gone long, you thought, chewing on your lip. Maybe you’d still have time to be together when he got home.

But you knew that it was little more than a lie to yourself. You knew he never came back soon.

The front door slammed shut somewhere else in the house, and you were alone again. You lifted your left hand, examining the glittering rubied ring that rested on your finger. The ring that claimed you as his. The ring that had made you a Kirishima.

You twisted it absentmindedly, appreciating the sensation of friction against your skin. You’d known what you were getting into when you’d accepted the ring. You’d known as soon as he’d gotten down on one knee nearly two years ago. Being wed to a hero wouldn’t be easy. Not only were you in danger just being involved with him, you were also going to be alone a lot.

And even still, you’d accepted. You always cherished every moment you were able to have with him. Every cheesy, teasing joke, every kiss, every time he’d come home to you exhausted and tired and dirty—you still loved it. Because you couldn’t even imagine spending your life with another. Maybe in some other reality, you’d find someone who loved you as much, but here, you wanted Eijirou. No matter what it took, you’d be the one waiting for him to come home. It was your shoulder he’d cry on, your chest he’d fall asleep in, your lips that were there for him to claim. And nothing would change that.

You knew how guilty Kirishima felt about leaving you. He didn’t like that he’d essentially forced you into being his housewife, even though you still had a day job of your own and didn’t really mind.

Being a hero is what he wanted to do his whole life. You saw how passionate he was about his job, all the wide, toothy smiles he’d display to the live TV cameras when he’d win another battle. His job was something he loved, and you wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of it. It wasn’t perfect, nor was heroing as glamorous as some made it out to be. But this was his dream, and you would continue to be his number one fan no matter the circumstances. If only it didn’t have to take him away so much . . . .

You munched on a handful of cooling popcorn—not burnt—wondering what you should do with the rest of your night off. You certainly couldn’t spend it sitting by yourself in the dark.

You stood, stretching. This was nothing new for you, you could be independent. But a part of you couldn’t help but selfishly wish it didn’t have to be this way.

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Kirishima fumbled to put the key in the lock on your door. He’d done his work for the day, he’d won. But had he really?

God only knew what time it was. The house was dark when he opened the door, stepping in and taking off his boots. He knew the drill by now, setting his duffel bag down to rest in the genkan before trudging through the shadowy rooms of his home. Could he even call it his home? Sometimes he wondered if he was still able to say he lived here.

The bedroom door was cracked open. Eijirou peeked in to see your shadowy form asleep, alone on the large mattress in the masses of blankets. He sighed and toed his way into the guest bathroom where he knew he was less likely to disturb you, cringing when he flicked on the bright light.

He caught a look at himself in the mirror as he stripped off the hoodie he wore to and from work. His hair was a tangled mess, sweat and grime still smeared on his skin. The shower sputtered to life, the din of water droplets hitting tile filling his ears. It was almost comforting; letting his thoughts drown to a low, unpleasant hum beneath the sound.

Water rolled over his skin, washing away what should have been his victory. No one’s life had really been in danger today, but he’d still stopped a villain from potentially destroying someone’s business. Why wasn’t he as happy as he should be?

Kirishima wearily went through the motions of taking a shower. He just wanted to fall into your arms and sleep, but first, maybe he should apologize for ruining your evening together. Had he even said goodbye to you as he rushed out the door?

At least he smelled considerably better when he stepped into the bedroom, changed only into a pair of loose basketball shorts. He walked up to your slumbering form, wondering if you’d wake up if he were to try and take you in his arms.

Eijirou already felt like he was in heaven as soon as he felt the soft mattress under his body. He practically melted under the already warmed blankets, the lids of his eyes suddenly feeling like lead weights when his head met his pillow. His arm draped over your side out of habit, pulling you closer into his chest before he even realized what he was doing. You began to stir, and Kirishima frowned. He hadn’t really wanted to wake you.

“Eiji?” you mumbled, still half asleep.

“It’s me,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m home now.”

You ran your hand over your face. “Did you eat? What time is it?”

“Shh, go back to sleep, honey, don’t worry about me.” Eijirou placed a soft kiss on the skin of your neck, rubbing circles on your midsection in an effort to soothe you back to rest.

“But I do worry about you,” you protested, voice still hushed. “I’m your wife.”

He sighed in defeat. “Alright, I haven’t eaten anything,” he confessed, “but I’ll make sure to get breakfast in the morning. I’m too tired right now, I just need to hold you and sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, already moving to stand. “It’s not good for you to not eat like this. I’ll get up and reheat something for you—”

“I’m fine. Really, please.” He held you down and nuzzled into your neck, not caring about the way your hair tickled his nose with every breath.

You took his hand, lacing his thick fingers with your own. “Did everything go okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “They just needed some emergency backup. I’m sorry I ruined movie night.”

“Oh, honey, it isn’t your fault.”

Eijirou sighed again. “I know.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“You never are,” he mumbled, and there was a strange bitterness to it that made you frown.

“Well, it’s a part of your job—”

“Why can’t you just be angry with me?” he interjected. “Why don’t you hate me for having a job that always takes me away from you?”

You froze at his outburst, shocked. “Eijirou—?”

“I—I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, instantly regretting the way he’d spoken to you. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, baby.” You turned onto your back, shuffling so Kirishima could lay his head on your chest. “There’s something going on. Please talk to me.”

He nuzzled closer into you again, holding you in his arms as your fingers began to twirl around his hair. “I just wish I didn’t have to leave you so much,” he admitted softly. “I want to be here for you.”

“But you love your job, right?”

“Of course I do.” He looked up at you so his chin rested in the valley of your chest. “But I love you more. And I feel like I don’t show that to you enough.”

You brushed his bangs out of his face, your hand moving down so your thumb could stroke his cheek. “Eiji, I know you love me.”

“Yeah . . . ,” he trailed off. “But I want to show you. Every day, like I did when we were younger. I don’t feel like it’s manly for me to leave you here by yourself all these nights, and come home late, and not be around. You deserve better than that. I want to contribute more. I want to be here for you. What if—what if something happened to you and I couldn’t protect you?” His voice seemed to break at the thought, his arms wrapped around you squeezing you even tighter.

You hummed, taking in his laments, fingers still carding through his long red hair. “I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now,” you murmured, hoping to soothe him with your actions, “but you should know by now that I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

He nodded against your hand, but his shadowed face still looked glum.

“And yes, I miss you and I wish we had more time for each other, but I’m sure that someday it’ll change. Your job is tough right now, Ei, but this is your dream. Every day, you’re doing amazing things and I couldn’t be more proud of you. This is what you want to do in life, right?”

He nodded again. “Of course.”

“Then I’m going to support you. If this is what comes with being a hero, then we’ll just have to . . . adapt. Take things as they come, you know? You’ve got a lot on your plate and I want to help you. I know you doubt yourself sometimes and it only gets worse when you’re tired like this.”

“Mhm,” he agreed, voice a little airy and distant. He took your hand in his and began to press slow kisses to your palms and knuckles. You could see the shine of his eyes becoming more obscured by the droop of his lids.

“Maybe you can try to get a week off next time?” you suggested. “And maybe tell Bakugou to hire better back up so you won’t have to get called in like that.”

“A whole week with you,” he mused, sighing. “I’d get spoiled at that rate.”

You bent forward to kiss his forehead, smirking. “It’s nothing you don’t deserve. Either way, we’ll talk about this later, sleepyhead. You still have to go in tomorrow. Maybe it was a good thing we slept in today.”

He chuckled, turning the both of you on your sides and sliding up so he could have better access to kiss all over your face. You couldn’t help but smile at his gentle, languid movements; still determined to display his love for you even half-asleep.

“This is my favorite part of the day,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Coming home to you. I just feel so . . . comfortable around you.”

“You should,” you said, poking the tip of his nose. “I’m your wife.”

“Yeah. But you’re also like, warm and stuff.”

Was he even still conscious at this point?

“Goodnight, Red.”

“Goodnight, my little lovebug.”

And so you began to drift off with him. You had to admit, it had been cold and lonely sleeping without him. But now his presence overwhelmed you in all the right ways, from his fresh-out-of-the-shower scent to the feeling of his arms caging you in against his chest. You felt comfortable, yes, but also warm. 

So warm.

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[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Earl Grey and Lavender - Shinsou Hitoshi

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Rating: 16+ Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/F!Reader Words: 2,713 Warnings: Language (Bakugou has a potty mouth), adorableness, Denki is a crack head, I have weird taste in ice cream. AN: Welcome to my contribution to the BNHarem SFW server collab for June! The prompt was summer! I got lucky and nabbed Shinsou and this is just wholesome and adorable. Also yes, Earl Grey and Lavender ice cream is real, you can get it in the Harry Potter park at Universal and it slaps. Check the rest of the collab submissions HERE HERE is my masterlist Buy me a Kofi! ---

There was only one thing that you loved about working at The Ice Creamery during the summer, and that was the free ice cream. 

The hot and shirtless guys walking past the shop on the daily were a nice treat too, of course. But the fact that you could have a free scoop of whatever flavor you wanted once a day was the highlight of your summer, and there was no man that could walk into that shop and distract you from it, no matter how handsome or stacked they were.

That was until you met Shinsou.

There was something about him that had you immediately attracted to him. Maybe it was the color of his hair, or his eyes, or the way he smirked at you and quirked his eyebrow when you made fun of him.

It started on a regular Friday afternoon. The shop was busy as usual, the summer bringing tourists to the beaches in droves. You happened to work at a location that was close to the water, so a lot of people would stop by on their way back to their cars or hotels for a cone or sundae. You were manning the freezer case, taking orders and scooping flavors, when you heard the bell jingle on the front door, signaling the arrival of new customers.

You barely spared them a glance, concentrating on scooping ice cream into the metal cup in your hands, and then spinning around to add milk and shove the cup into the milkshake machine. It wasn’t until minutes later when your co-worker came by, whispering excitedly in your ear about the pro hero Red Riot, that you took a good look.

A group of pro heroes were standing toward the back of the shop and peering at the chalkboard menus behind the counter, talking among themselves as they decided what they wanted. You could immediately recognize Red Riot, his bright red hair held back from his face with a bandanna. To his left was Ground Zero, the ever-present scowl adorning his pretty face as he glared daggers at the menu like it had personally offended him.

On his right was the pro hero Pinky, who was leaning against Cellophane, the two of them arguing over the merits of a waffle cone versus a sundae cup. Chargebolt was beside them, talking to a guy with purple hair that you’d never seen before. His equally purple eyes were trained on the menu above you, his lips twisted in a frown as he read through the flavor choices.

Deciding that you were probably being creepy by just standing there, you cleared your throat. “Can I help who’s next?”

Red Riot flashed you his shark-toothed grin, stepping forward and dragging Ground Zero behind him. “Hi! Can I get two scoops of rocky road on a waffle cone, please?”

“Sure! You want a regular cone or the chocolate-dipped?” Pointing at the different cones you had on display, you held back a laugh when you saw his look of confusion.

“Oh no, I don’t know!” The pleading puppy dog look he gave his grumpy friend was comical. “Bakubro, what should I get?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Clicking his tongue, he folded his arms across his chest and glared. The sour look was short-lived as he caved under the pouting bottom lip of his red-haired friend. “Get him the chocolate-dipped one. And let me have 2 scoops of mango, in a cup.”

“Please and thank you!” Red Riot perked up, grinning at you again. 

You nodded, getting to work on the order, passing it off to your coworker who was working on the toppings, trying not to think about how adorable that entire exchange had been.

“Mina, I don’t know why you were even arguing with me, we all know you’re going to get the same thing you always get and then complain that you can’t eat it all.” Cellophane teased as he walked up to the counter. 

“And then she’ll force me to help her finish it and I’ll feel like shit later because I ate too much,” Chargebolt added, shaking his head.

“Shut up! I just know what I like, okay?” Mina chirped, bounding up to the counter and leaning on the glass. “Can I get a banana split, please? Go hard with the chocolate sauce, I can handle it.”

“You got it. Is that for here or to go?” You grabbed a banana from under the counter and got to work on peeling it open. 

“For here. We need to sit and cool off, it’s so hot out there!” She slumped forward, resting her cheek on her palm. “These boys are running me ragged. I don’t know why I agreed to go on this vacation with them.”

“Because you love us?” Cellophane supplied helpfully from behind her. “You’ve been putting up with us since we were 15, Mina. Did you forget how we are?”

“I think I was trying to repress it.” She deadpanned, winking at you. “But you keep reminding me, Sero.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Enjoying a glimpse into the personal dynamics of these pro heroes was the highlight of your day. Everyone knew them as celebrities who saved the world on the daily, but it was kind of cool to witness them being normal people firsthand.

Once you had the banana situated in the dish, you added the ice cream to the middle and added the whipped cream and copious amounts of chocolate sauce. “How’s that?”

Peering through the glass, she smiled. “Perfect!” 

“I went HAM with the chocolate sauce as requested.” You slid it over to your coworker for the rest of the toppings. “Give her extra cherries.”

“Aw, you’re sweet. I like you!” Mina cheered, shuffling over to give her friend some room.

Sero ordered an orange creamsicle milkshake. “I know it’s lame but…”

Chargebolt patted him on the shoulder. “It’s not lame, bro. It would be lame if you just got plain vanilla.”

“I half expected Bakugou to get vanilla.” The purple-haired man spoke for the first time, his deep voice surprising you.

Snorting, Chargebolt laughed, clutching his stomach as he bent over. “I mean, he does go to bed at like 8 pm. He seems the type, doesn’t he?”

“Shh, Denki, he’ll hear you!” Cellophane pushed his friend, rolling his eyes. “You have a death wish, I swear.”

You glanced over to see their explosive friend was concentrating on his mango ice cream at a table in the back, Red Riot beside him and chattering happily, struggling to keep up with the ice cream dripping down his cone. You were pretty sure he couldn’t hear them, anyway.

“What can I get for you?” You asked the blonde, pouring the milkshake into a cup and finishing off the top with some whipped cream. You handed it to Sero with a smile, turning your attention to the electric hero in front of you.

“I can’t decide between the cotton candy and the bubble gum.” Sighing dramatically, he scrunched his nose. “Life is so hard.”

“Why am I friends with you?” His nameless friend looked exasperated. “Just pick one.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Shinsou. You don’t even know what you want yet.”

Shinsou opened his mouth, but you cut him off. 

“Why don’t you get a scoop of each? Then you don’t have to choose.”

Gesturing to you, the purple-haired man raised his eyebrows. “Look at that, Denki. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but we call that problem-solving.”

“Shut up!” Denki pouted at his friend. “I know what problem-solving is, you overgrown troll doll.”

“Ha!” Eyes wide, you slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you’d laughed a little too loudly.

“He looks like a troll doll, tell me I’m wrong! The way his hair defies gravity like that? It’s completely natural, too. He doesn’t even put gel in it or whatever.” Denki giggled, leaning on the counter. 

“I wouldn’t sleep tonight, Kaminari,” Shinsou threatened ominously, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Great! Well, cutie, since I’m going to die tonight, I think I deserve a scoop of each like you suggested, in a cup.” He winked at you, and you blushed, nodding and moving to replace your gloves before you got his order together.

“I hope this doesn’t give you diabetes.” You said sincerely, handing him his ice cream, frowning at the sour patch kids he’d requested for the top. “My blood sugar is through the roof just looking at that thing.”

“Diabetes is nothing compared to how Shinsou will be murdering me in my sleep!” He said cheerfully. “Gotta go out with a bang, you know?” He saluted you and wandered over to the register to pay for his ice cream.

Finally, it was just you and Shinsou. You were relieved to see he was the last one in line as well, so you would have ample time to check him out and flirt with him shamelessly.

Remembering what Denki had said earlier, you smiled at him. “Did you figure out what you wanted yet? I can give you some suggestions if you’re not sure.”

Amethyst eyes trailed over the menu again. “I don’t know...”

Clearing your throat, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have a secret talent, you know.”

He blinked at you. “You….what?”

“I can tell what kind of ice cream is right for you just by looking at you.” You glanced down at your nails, feigning disinterest. “It’s a gift, I guess. I’ve got second sight when it comes to desserts.” You looked back at his face, fluttering your eyelashes.

Shinsou’s chuckle made you shiver. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.” He leaned against the counter, smirking at you. “Go ahead.”

Clapping your hands, you bounced on your toes. “Oh yay! Okay, let me see…” 

You stroked your chin, squinting at him, watching him squirm under your gaze. He was wearing an old and faded band t-shirt over his black swim shorts, and you could see his biceps bulging beneath the short sleeves. 

“Well?” He interrupted your blatant staring. “Have you figured me out?”

“Mmhm!” You turned and grabbed a cup, walking to the end of the freezer, and sliding open the door. You moved over the chocolate chip to reach a hidden tub of ice cream, filling the cup with 3 scoops of the pale purple treat.

“What is it?” Shinsou asked when you placed the cup in front of him and shoved and spoon in it. 

“It’s a secret flavor. It isn’t on the menu, and they really only make it because it’s my favorite and I begged them to keep a tub of it for me. I’m allowed one scoop a day for free and this is what I have.” You pushed it toward him. “I’m trusting you with this secret. No one can know I have this.”

“You make it sound like it’s forbidden. Is there some kind of Ice Cream FBI that’s going to come in here and arrest you or something?” He smacked his palm on the counter, leaning in and speaking lowly. “Is it like the Vegan Police?”

Snorting at his Scott Pilgrim reference, you shook your head. “No, I just don’t want anyone to know because I don’t like to share it. But, I’m making an exception for you.”

“Why me?” He asked, looking surprised.

“I don’t know. It kind of matches your hair, so I feel like you’re worthy.” Shrugging, you crossed your arms. “It’s Earl Grey and Lavender.”

“Like the tea?” He looked down at it, puzzled. “Hmm. That sounds...good.”

“It’s a revelation. You can thank me later.” The bell jingled above the door, signaling that you had to cut your flirting short. “Let me know what you think, okay?”

Long fingers wrapped around the cup as he picked it up. “Thank you…” He squinted at the name tag on your shirt. “Y/N.” Clearing his throat, he smiled at you. “I’m Shinsou, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, Shinsou.” It took everything in you not to watch as he walked over to pay for his ice cream, turning your attention to the new customers walking up to the counter.

You busied yourself with helping them, trying not to glance over at the table in the back where you could hear Denki starting some kind of trouble. You were taking a chance with that ice cream flavor. It wasn’t for everyone.

You didn’t have any kind of sixth sense like you’d said, obviously. You’d just wanted to get him flustered and maybe get his attention. There was just something about him that told you he would like it. You just hoped you were correct.

Telling your coworker that you were taking your break, you got yourself your free scoop and headed into the back to enjoy it in peace. You were about halfway through it when she poked her head in the room.

“Some guy with purple hair is out here asking for you.”

Jumping up, you forgot all about your ice cream, leaving the cup sitting on the desk you had been leaning against. Patting down your hair, you walked out into the shop, noticing it was completely empty, save for the man who was looking for you.

He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, waiting patiently. You walked around the counter and smiled at him. “Everything okay?”

He stood up straight, letting his arms drop to his sides. “Everything’s great. I just wanted to thank you again.”

Waving your hand in dismissal, you blushed. “Aw, don’t mention it. Did you like it?”

“It was probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How did you know I’d like it?”

Smiling at him, you shrugged. “I’m a firm believer that your taste in ice cream flavors says a lot about your personality. You just looked like the type of guy who likes tea and reading books with a cat on your lap while you listen to The Smiths. That’s the kind of person who likes earl gray and lavender ice cream.”

“That’s eerily accurate. Is that the kind of person you are then?” He raised his eyebrow. “Cause if that’s the case, then I’m going to need your phone number.”

Your heart flipped in your chest at his words. “I could be. Give me your phone.”

Grinning, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, pulling up his contacts and handing it to you. “What time are you off work?”

Your hands were shaking with nerves as you typed in your number and handed it back to him. “I’m off at 7.”

“Good. Want to hang out after? My friends want to go to a bar, but we’re not sure what’s good around here.” He took the phone from you and slipped it into his pocket, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean if you’re not busy.”

Pretending to think about it, you teased him. “I mean, I guess I can make some room in my nonexistent social life for you and your friends.”

“I’m flattered.” He smirked. “As long as you’re prepared to deal with them, that is. They’re kind of a handful.”

“I think I can handle it.” The bell above the door chimed again as more customers came in. “I’ve got to go back to work though. Text me?” You bit your lip, glancing up at him from under your lashes. 

“You can count on it.” He blushed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “See you later?”

Nodding, you walked backward a bit, not wanting to say goodbye so soon. “Yeah, see you later.”

You walked back behind the counter, watching as he left the store, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket a few minutes later, your face hot as you blushed at the message you received.

Unknown: I think I have a newfound appreciation for ice cream. I wonder why?

You threw yourself back into your work, forgetting about the ice cream you’d left on the desk in the back room. That was the first time you’d let it melt before you’d finished it, and it was all because of Shinsou.

It wouldn’t be the last time, either.

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: T

Summary:  Dirt tastes like dirt. Chat Noir also happens to taste like dirt. (Marichat fic)

Word Count: 2037

XXX

Dirt tasted like… well, dirt.

Marinette cackled at the sight of him with dirt spilling out of his mouth, but he wasn’t a coward.  He swallowed the handful of soil he’d dug up with his claws.  Hopefully Officer Raincomprix didn’t count that as destruction of city-owned property.  The park grass would grow back eventually.

“See?  Delicious.  Full of minerals.”  He grinned, flashing brown-stained teeth.  Ouch, he was pretty sure that was a pebble stuck between his molars.

“More like full of stupid.”  Marinette was still laughing.

“Come on, that wasn’t even a good joke!”  Adrien protested while digging a claw between his teeth.  Definitely a pebble.  “You had the world full of dirt puns open to you, and you went with stupid?”

She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her chin up with her elbows.

“Oh yeah?  Well what does a good dirt joke sound like?”  

“I don’t know.  My mind’s not dirty enough to go there.”

She blinked before her mouth fell open in a groan.

“Four out of ten.  That was just terrible.”

“Don’t you mean terra-ble?”  He licked his teeth before grinning again.  The dirt honestly had been awful—and was still clogging his dry throat—but it was worth it to make Marinette laugh like that.

“Save me.”  Her face flopped to the ground.  Black hair parted on each side of her neck, falling in front of her cheeks and hiding her smile from him.  

He brushed her bangs away so he could see her eyes, at least.  “If you asked nicely, I mud put you out of your misery.”

She glared from the spaces between his fingers.  “That only gets a two.  I can’t tell if you were going for ‘would’ or ‘might.’”

He shrugged and reclined back on his palms.  “I still don’t see you doing any better.”

“Maybe I’m just too down-to-earth to dirty my hands with your muddled sense of humor.”

His eyes widened.  “Three puns in one?  You’re the one playing dirty.”  He’d have to give it a hesitant eight-point-five out of ten.  The ‘muddled’ pun was a bit too forced for it to be an even nine.

“You’re just jealous, kitty.”  She rolled over and rested her palms over her stomach, smirking up at him.  “Admit it.  I’m the funny one out of the two of us.”

“Only if you admit I’m the hot one.”

She laughed.  “Okay, I guess that’s why you’re the funny one.”

He scowled.  “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she reached up to boop his nose, “that you can’t be the hot one when your teeth are black and brown.”

Hm.  Okay, he could give her that.  Fortunately, it had an easy fix.

“Chat—Chat!  Put that down!”  She sat bolt upright when he unscrewed the top of her water bottle.

“What?  You’re done with your jog.  I’ll buy you a new one.”  He poured the water into his mouth, swishing it around his teeth.  That stubborn pebble still wouldn’t move, but at least his throat didn’t feel like… well, like he’d swallowed dirt.

She crossed her arms.  “That’s it.  I’m changing my jogging route.  And I’m not bringing pastries next time.”

She hadn’t brought pastries this time, either.  That was what led from one joke to another, until he ended up with a mouthful of dirt.

“Oh, the horror!  Will you consign me to a life of dirt-eating forever?”  He dramatically raised his arm to his forehead.  Through the one eye he left cracked, he watched her shake her head.

“Fine, drama queen.  I’ll bring pastries. But only because I never want to see you do that again.”  She snatched the water back as he laughed

“And here I thought eating dirt might make you dig me.”  He wiggled his eyebrows, even though he was mortified inside.  Had he given his crush away over a dirt pun?

But judging from Marinette’s deadpan stare, she didn’t notice.  Either that or she just wasn’t impressed. ...Probably that, actually.

“If you’re trying to make me dig you, I would hope you had a better plan than that.”

Well.  Plan was a generous word, but he had adjusted his patrol schedule to better line up with the end of her evening jogs.  At first he justified it as wanting to keep her safe at night.  But honestly, it was because he lived for these little moments, just being stupid together in the cool summer breeze.  With the park’s bushes and trees filtering out the glow of the city, it felt almost like another world.  A frozen bubble where he could do anything.  

Maybe even tell Marinette how he felt about her.

“Would you… want me to have a plan?”  He asked, nervousness suddenly shooting through him.  He loved the easy friendship they had when he was suited up.  

But he also just loved her.  

Her gaze remained fixed towards the bushes, where headlights of passing cars just barely peeked through the dense leaves.

“Not really,” she finally said, and his stomach dropped.  

He should’ve known not to get his hopes up.  He’d just eaten dirt in front of her.  Did he really think she’d say she liked him after that?

“I think I’d rather it be natural.  Just… something that happened.” 

Her eyes finally flickered back to his, and his heart sped like it was trying to catch up.  His throat felt dry again, but he wasn’t about to ruin the moment by stealing her water.

“But you’d want it to happen?”  He pressed carefully.

She pulled a blade of grass from the ground.  Split it down the center with her thumbnail.

“What if it already did?”

He blinked.  His heartbeat seemed to trip over itself.

“I’d think you were joking.  Except you usually smirk when you’re joking, and right now you’re looking at me like…”  He licked his lips when she glanced at them.  “Like I’m dirt, and you’re going to eat me.”

He felt how stupid the words were as he said them, but they just kept spilling out.  Where was the abort command for his mouth?  He needed an emergency off switch.  Or the snake miraculous.  But he didn’t have either of those, and she was still staring at him, and crap, he would’ve been better off shoving another handful of dirt into his face.

“How the heck did I fall for you?”  she asked under her breath.

“What?”  Was she serious?  He—he’d heard that right, hadn’t he? “You mean this whole time I’ve wanted to date you, and all I had to do was eat dirt?”

She met his eyes, and they simultaneously exploded into laughter.  It shook his shoulders, filled his lungs, skyrocketed his heart.  

How could this feel so easy?  Everything clicked into place, like their friendship had always been leading this way.  Maybe it had, and he’d just been too blind to see it.

“We’re so stupid,” she said when she caught her breath.  

He grinned and wiped a tear from his eye.  “Excuse you.  I’m the stupid one in this relationship.”

“Oh yeah?  Well then, which one am I?”  

She didn’t even bat an eye at him insinuating—no, outright stating—that they were in a relationship.  That was enough to spread a giddy smile across his face.  

He shifted closer, so he was kneeling close enough for their knees to brush.  

“You’re the smart one, and the funny one, and the one I love.”  

He said it without flinching.  Maybe he was coming on too strong, but if she still liked him after watching him eat dirt, one little confession probably wouldn’t change her mind.

A warm pink spread across her cheeks.  Her hands found his, tangling their fingers together.

“Well you’re the brave one, and the and the sweet one, and the—the one I love.”

Her words shot through him like lightning.  She thought he was sweet and brave.  She—she loved him!

He threw his arms around her, a purr rumbling in his chest.  She snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“Are you sure you want to cuddle?”  She asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder.  “I’m still sweaty.  I probably stink.”

He let out a short laugh.  He could smell the sweat clinging to her, but it was nothing compared to the softness of her filling his arms.  

“Then we can be stinky, dirty idiots together.”  

“Gross.”  She pulled back enough to stick out her tongue.  “I guess you can get away with that though.”

“Why?  Because I’m used to being a stinky, dirty idiot?”  He joked.

“No.”  She almost kept a straight face, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.  “Because you’re the hot one.”

His skin heated in all the places they touched, even through the suit.  If that’s what she meant by hot, then she was right.

“I thought we already established that you’re the hot one, Princess.”

She snorted at that.  “Okay, I’ll give us a tie.  Mostly because I’d rather kiss you than argue with you.”

“You—you’d want to kiss me?” he spluttered.

“Only if you want to!” she said quickly.  “I mean, like I said, I am sweaty and I did just tell you I love you, so if it’s too fast—”

“Marinette,” he cut her off, his thumb coming up to rest against her cheek.  “Of course I want to kiss you.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief.  “Finally.”

Then she grabbed his bell and pulled his face to hers. 

Oh.  If cuddling with her was amazing, then this—this was spectacular.  It took him a minute to remember what to do with his mouth, with his hands.  Hers were tangling in his hair, so he figured that was enough permission to comb his claws through her pigtails.

He tilted his head, and her tongue slipped between his teeth.  He might have teased her for moving so fast if he hadn’t been so busy returning the favor.

Somewhere along the way she slid into his lap, and any remaining brain cells went up in smoke.  A blissful few minutes passed before her head jerked away.

“What?”  He blinked away the pink haze that had overcome him.  “Do I still taste like dirt?”

“No—well, yes, but that’s not important.  I just felt something, and I, er, panicked and thought I knocked your tooth out.”  

“You kissed me hard, but not that hard.”  He laughed.  “Though, if you wanted to try it…”

Her lips twisted, and then she spat something out into her palm.  “What the heck?”

It was a pebble.  He wiped his tongue across the top of his molar, and found it pleasantly pebbleless.

“You got it out.”  He grinned.

“Oh my gosh.  This was from the dirt, wasn’t it.”

He shrugged.

“Chat!”

“You’re the one who wanted to kiss me!”  He laughed, holding up his arms to block the pebble she threw at him.

“You owe me another kiss.  A dirt-free one this time.”  She shoved her water bottle at him.

“Ah, how the turns have tabled.”  He accepted the water and swished again before swallowing.

“You’re just lucky I like you,” she huffed, but her eyes still shone with affection.  It warmed him from the inside out.

“Last I checked, you looooved me,” he couldn’t help teasing.  She knew what she’d gotten into by returning his feelings.

She only have a halfhearted attempt at shoving his arm away before relaxing into his embrace.  “I do.  You could say I have terra-ble taste.”

“Hey, I already used that one.  No points for originality, but I’ll give it a solid six on account of comedic timing.”

“Really?  A six?” She pouted.  “That was worth at least an eight.”

“I can be bribed to change my mind.”  He wiggled his eyebrows.

She trailed her fingers up and down his arm.  Not for the first time, he wished he could detransform.  He’d bet her touch would feel even softer on his bare arms.

“Are you asking for more pastries, or more kisses?”  She asked.

“Surprise me?”

She laughed once more against his lips.

XXX

By the time they parted, the remaining traces of dirt were finally gone. 

All he could taste was her.

[rhysismydaddy]

The Bodyguard Pt. 2 (Elorcan)

I didn’t really edit the ending of this whoops. 

Part 1 | Part 3

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Elide turned over in bed for what had to be the hundredth time, practically strangling herself in her bed sheets. The idea was more than a little tempting at this point. 

She glared at the ceiling for a moment, then sat up with a yell. “Get out!”

A deep, unaffected sigh graced her ears. “Go to sleep, Elide.”

Lorcan Salvaterre, her supposed-bodyguard-but-more-like-pain-in-the-ass, was sitting in a chair in the corner, long limbs sprawled in front of him, head resting against the wall of her room. 

Her bedroom. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a man in her bedroom, intent on staying the night. Oh, wait, yes she could. 

Fucking never. 

“I’m trying,” she spat back, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. “I can’t sleep with you in here, mouth breathing all over the place.”

That was such a lie she almost laughed. His even, deep breaths were the last thing keeping her awake. 

He peered an eye open at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I don’t know. “Just sit outside the door or something.”

Lorcan closed his dark eyes again. “The picture was taken from inside the room. I will stay inside the room.”

She groaned, and the corner of his lip quirked up. 

“Would you feel more comfortable if I were in the bed with you?”

His eyes were still closed, but she pressed her palms over her cheeks to hide the blush anyway. “No, of course not.”

“That’s what I thought, so shut up and go to sleep.”

She was about to tell him what she’d do to him if he ever told her to shut up again when a loud bang sounded against the wall. Elide sat up, curious about what the hell had hit the side of the building hard enough to cause such a loud sou-

The glass window exploded before she could find out, a thousand razor sharp shards shooting across her room. But she wasn’t exactly concerned about that. 

No, because faster than she could even track, Lorcan had thrown himself across her room, tackled her back down to the bed, and covered her body with his. 

He was on top of her, legs covering hers, strong chest pressed against her, arms cradling her head. 

She knew this was the last thing she should be thinking about while someone was trying to kill her, but good Lord the man was tall. And built like a freaking slab of concrete. His deliciously heavy weight was pressing her down against the mattress, allowing her to feel every inch of his body against hers. 

“Don’t move.”

Move? She could hardly breathe. “I can’t, you heavy son of a bit-”

“Don’t speak, either.”

Repressing a smile, she did as she was told.

Eventually, when he’d deemed it safe enough, he rolled off of her. “Stay on the bed.”

Holy sweet- he should not say things like that.

She stayed still. 

He searched the room, then picked something up and held it out to her. It was a brick, and a note was attached. 

Elide,

October, 2016. 

Elide read it again and again, praying the words would change but knowing they wouldn’t. 

“What happened in October of 2016?” Lorcan asked, peering over her shoulder. 

Ignoring him entirely, she shot out of bed and sprinted to her bathroom, barely making it before emptying her guts into the toilet. 

Once she was done, she just flushed and leaned against the tub, not having the energy to get up. He leaned in the bathroom’s doorway, unperturbed. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s not important.”

He narrowed his eyes, making him look a little like a predator about to swoop in for the kill. “Tell me.” 

She shook her head. Lorcan pinched the bridge of his nose, then suddenly slid down the door frame to sit across from her. “No judgments. I promise. But I need to know what he’s talking about so I can protect you from it.”

A harsh laugh forced its way out of her at that. The man across from her just tilted his head and waited, his face uncharacteristically lacking its scowl. 

“In October of 2016, I ran away.”

Lorcan nodded, so she continued. “It was really stupid, honestly. I didn’t have money or clothes or food, and I could hardly walk because of... I was hurt. Somehow, I managed to make it to the docks across town.”

“I thought I made it,” she scoffed, remembering how stupid she’d been. “I thought I was safe. Especially when one of the fisherman’s wives brought me food. But Vernon has everyone in that town on lock down. I never made it onto the boat.”

Elide had to clear her throat before saying the next part. “When he caught me and brought me back, he locked me up. In the basement, in the dark. The only time I’d see a light was when he opened the door to come down and punish me for being so foolish.”

“How long?” Lorcan asked, his voice holding a shocking amount of rage.

Wiping her face clean of tears, she smiled sadly and said, “Six months.”

His jaw was clenched so tight she worried he’d break a tooth. 

“That was for when I ran away for less than a day. I’ve been gone for almost two years now. So if he catches me...” Steel made it’s way into her voice. “I’ll kill myself before I let him bring me back to that place.”

Lorcan’s eyes blazed at that statement. “That’s not going to happen. He’s not going to get to you.”

“He can get to me anywhere.” That was beyond true at this point. 

“Not anywhere,” he growled, scooping her into his arms and standing up like she weighed nothing. He sounded a little pissed, a little remorseful. 

“Um, what are you doing?” When he walked out into the hallway and slammed the door behind them, she amended her question. “Where are we going?”

He seemed to resent even saying the words, but replied, “My apartment.”

~

About thirty minutes later, she sat across from Lorcan in his living room, holding a cup of hot water.

She’d asked if he had tea and he’d given her the most affronted look and asked, “Why the hell would I drink dirty water?”

Men. 

“Why are we here?”

He sighed. “We’re here because you’re not safe at your place.”

Elide glanced around. “And I’m safe here?” I mean, sure, it looked a bit safer, considering there were four deadbolts on the door, but that didn’t mean much. 

“Believe me, it’s safe.” She raised an eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “I have bulletproof windows, the door’s made of steel, and no one’s allowed in the complex without a security code. Compared to your place, this is Fort Knox.”

“Oh.”

He nodded. 

“Um, thank you, I guess.”

Lorcan cringed, clearly unused to having visitors. “You can have the guest bedroom.” 

Taking his more than obvious hint, she walked down the hall and into the room. Like the rest of the place, it was painfully in need of a woman’s touch. Gray walls, black furniture, and a bed covered in a white comforter. 

No art, no color, no anything. 

The windows overlooked the city, but she took him at his word that they were bulletproof. She still yanked the curtains closed before flopping down on the bed. 

And even though she felt completely awake, it wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep. 

~

Something nudged her shoulder, and she swatted whatever it was away. 

It dodged and bumped her again. 

Elide ignored it. Something important was flaring at the back of her mind, but she was too tired, too comfortable to do anything but nuzzle further into the pillow. 

A gravelly voice interrupted her goal of falling back asleep. “You’re drooling on my pillow.”

She could recognize that ever-annoyed growl anywhere. 

Peeking an eye open, she practically jumped out of her skin. Lorcan stood next to her, towering over the bed, wearing low-hanging sweatpants and no shirt. He sipped his coffee and cocked a brow at her, seemingly unaware of the fact that her position hanging off the bed put her face directly in front of his crotch. 

Blushing like crazy, she turned over and sat up, making sure her sleep shirt and shorts was covering everything. 

“It’s seven thirty,” he informed her helpfully. 

Elide tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless when he said it, but her brain didn’t listen to the order. Well-defined muscles she was pretty sure she didn’t even possess covered every inch of him, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching out and poking one. 

“You’re drooling again,” he teased, making her blush. 

She jumped out of bed, rushing to... oh, shit. “I don’t have any of my clothes! I don’t even have my toothbrush!”

Before she could start pacing, he nodded to the floor. A black duffel bag was below her, and when she glanced inside, she saw a pair of jeans and a grey turtleneck. And a toothbrush. 

“When did you grab this?”

He certainly hadn’t packed a bag before carrying her out last night. 

“I went this morning. Not all of us sleep in.”

She would’ve pointed out that anything before noon was the opposite of sleeping in, but she had to get to work. “Okay, thank you, now get out!” She pushed his shoulder, but he just shrugged her off, rolled his eyes, and walked out of the room. 

So stubborn this morning.

Once she was ready, she stepped out and asked, “Ready for another day of therapy, Mr. Salvaterre? Maybe we can finally get you to open up and talk about your childhood.”

He just glowered and jerked his chin for her to follow him. 

It was only her first day of staying at Lorcan’s place, but she could already tell he was regretting his decision to take her in.

~

By the time Friday rolled around, she and her new roomie had developed a pretty easy schedule to follow. But even without the stress of being kidnapped in her own home, it had been a long week. 

She was beyond ready for the concert tonight. 

“This is reckless,” Lorcan pointed out from his position leaning against the bathroom door. 

Elide finished her mascara before replying. “It’s not reckless to have a life. What was the point escaping if I lock myself in my apartment all day, anyway?”

He glowered, but she noticed his eyes followed her movements as she drew on her lipstick. Repressing a smug grin, she took more care than usual, making sure it was just right. 

When she was done, he got back to his point. “You have a life. A... career.”

A few days ago, she would’ve been annoyed at the resentment in his voice, but she’d gotten used to the idea that therapy wasn’t his thing. “Yes, but I need a social life. You know what that is, right?”

“I have acquaintances.”

She peered over her shoulder, eyes raking over his tall frame dressed in head to toe black. “No girlfriend?”

His eyes narrowed, just a fraction. “No girlfriend.”

That made a horde of butterflies parade through her gut, but she ignored them.

“Makes sense why this place has zero decorations, then,” she teased. 

Lorcan looked at the ceiling, and she had a feeling he was praying for sanity. “I have a rug. This discussion is pointless, just like the concert. Let’s go.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was ready anyway, so she followed him downstairs. After a tense taxi ride--during which Lorcan glared at the driver so intensely he practically flew down the crowded streets--they were at MSK, a usually quiet bar on the opposite side of the city. 

Lorcan eyed the place like it would be home to the toughest criminals alive, but she’d been here enough to see that the harsh exterior didn’t really matter. 

Pulling him inside, she walked up to the bar and winked at the woman behind it. 

Manon Blackbeak, the most insanely badass woman she knew and her absolute best friend, gave her a smile. Then glanced at the man next to her. 

“Boyfriend,” she explained quickly before the man himself could say something stupid like the truth. 

Said man glanced down at her and raised a brow, but she ignored it. 

“Hm. You could do better,” Manon told her. 

Elide ignored that, too. “You excited for tonight?”

MSK was her bar, so the concerts were a good way of bringing in revenue without having to do much. Plus, Asterin and her had been friends since they were toddlers, so they worked well together. 

Manon shrugged. “I hate the new album, but the bar will make some money, so whatever. Want a drink?”

She could feel Lorcan’s eyes on her now. It had been his one big stipulation for “allowing” her to come: no drinking. 

She shook her head, thankful the band started playing something loud and obnoxious so she didn’t have to explain. Asterin made her way on stage, and the crowd went crazy. 

“This is the kind of music you like?” Lorcan leaned down to ask in her ear. “Metal?”

She laughed at the almost comical look of disgust on his face. “No. I just love Asterin enough to put up with it.”

After four songs, even Elide was doubting that statement. A look at Manon confirmed it. The album was worse than usual. “How much longer?” 

Her best friend put her head on the bar and groaned. “God, I hope not long.”

She laughed, then glanced at Lorcan. He was sitting at the bar, glaring at anyone who tried to come close to her. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she yelled. 

He gestured for her to lead the way, and she rolled her eyes but walked down the dark hallway to the ladies room. She opened the door, glanced back at Lorcan, and shut the door between them before he could insist on coming in. 

Absolutely ridiculous. 

Even if his attention made her feel safe. 

Ridiculous. 

She washed up and used the bathroom, trying fruitlessly to fix her ruined makeup. Eventually, she figured the eyeliner was staying smudged and the lipstick was pretty much a lost cause, so she decided to just go back to the concert. 

When she opened the door, Lorcan wasn’t waiting outside in the dim hallway like she expected. Maybe he went to the bathroom, too? Or maybe he had to take a call?

Both seemingly good options, but the little voice that had kept her alive this far screamed at her that something was wrong. Her fight or flight instinct activated, and like the other times that voice had saved her, she listened. 

And bolted for the back door of the bar. 

She’d get outside, make sure she was alone, and call Lorcan. Nothing was wrong. 

The back door swung open, revealing two things and she stepped outside, relieved to see the alley empty. 

That relief vanished as harsh hands wrapped around her shoulders and pushed her against the side of the building roughly. 

Elide looked up frantically, her inner voice screeching warnings and now-helpless advice as she stared into the face of her uncle Vernon. 

“Hello, Elide.”

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Part 3

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[childesboo]

Forehead Kisses | Leviathan x MC

Word Count: 614

Rating: T

Warnings: None, just fluff and tooth achy sweetness

After putting Levi on my team I just really want to kiss his forehead... please please PLEASE. He may be a bit OOC but I tried my bessst. He’s super cute <3 This is just a short fic for your and my fulfillment alone.

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It was a day unlike any other, the brothers handling their own tasks. Lucifer doing paperwork, Mammon modeling for his magazine, Levi having a staring contest with MC... wait, that’s definitely not normal at all, was of course what Levi was thinking as his eyes bore into MC’s.

Controller and headset lay forgotten on his gaming desk, game paused behind MC’s body blocking the monitor. The glow of the screen casting a ethereal glow to her form. Levi swallowed, this had been going on for at least 5 minutes straight, and he was starting to sweat from the anxiety.

“Uhm, yes? What is it? Do you need something, MC?” he asked, trying to end the silence. MC’s brows just lowered a fraction, her mouth set stubbornly. Levi sighed and wracked his brain for anything he may have forgotten. Was it a gaming session that I missed? Or perhaps we were supposed to go shopping today? His forehead throbbed, reminding him of the bump he had gotten earlier when he and MC were talking about TSL in history class. She had dropped he pencil, and when he lunged down to get it, he slammed his forehead on the corner of her desk. 

He had hung there limp for a minute, feeling the pain throb in waves. The entire class which had been semi-quiet had started laughing at him and he bit his lip, brows scrunched up in embarrassment. 

MC immediately voiced her concern, “Are you okay, Levi? That sounded really bad,” she brought her cool hands to his face and brought him to eye level, his body straining from his desk. She brushed his bangs back from his head and tentatively touched the growing bump on his forehead.

“Ow...” Levi groaned and leaned back slowly, MC’s hands sliding down his cheeks as he pulled away, “I’ll be fine in a bit,” he nodded at her reassuringly. She tried to smile like she believed him, but the fact that he immediately put his head down on his arms made her think that he was a lot worse than he was letting on. 

She tapped him on the shoulder and he opened one eye and looked at her questioningly. “Come to my room after school and let me have a look at that, I need to make sure you’re really alright.”

Levi blushed at that, but silently agreed by nodding his head. He buried his face back in his arms, minding the bump, and looking forward to the end of the day.

Mind back in the present, Levi gaped at MC, horrified that he had forgotten to go to her room to have her check up on him. He glanced at the clock, 10 pm. She must have been waiting for hours! Levi’s bump was throbbing more than ever, and he felt just as bad as it did.

“I am so sorry, MC, it really just slipped my mind, and it’s not like I don’t want you to take care of me- cause I do- and- I’m just really sorry,” he grabbed her hand and held it in both of his. MC still stared at him, hand limp in his grip. The guilt inside of him reared up and threatened to swallow him up as he brought her hand to his lips and pressed them against her slender fingers.

He looked up at her, eyes begging for forgiveness. MC then leaned forward until they were both eye to eye. Her lips parted and she whispered something unintelligible. 

“W-what?” he questioned

“I said, at least let me check you now... since I didn’t get to do it earlier...” she smiled at him softly and squeezed his hands in hers. Levi sighed in relief and let go of her hand when she pulled away from him. She walked to the wall and flicked on the light switch so that she could see better and came back to him, still smiling.

Levi jumped in surprise when she grabbed the back of his spinny chair and wheeled him to the center of the room, where the light seemed the brightest. MC walked in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders, a caring look in her eyes. “I can touch your face, right?” she asked, eyebrows drawn up for him.

Levi swallowed, trying to hide his anticipation to feel her soft hands on his face again. “Yeah, sure, just remember that it’s not every day that I let a normie like you touch me,” he pursed his lips. MC just laughed at him and started to bring her hands up to his face.

She pressed her palm to his brows and smoothed his hair to the top of his head, exposing his forehead, bump and all. She met his eyes with a small frown, “Does it hurt?” she asked him. Levi nodded his head and looked away from her searching gaze, the eye and skin contact too much of a big hit combo for him to handle.

The scent of her perfume was sweet and smelled good, her skin flushed and a healthy tint. He looked back at her just in time to see her leaning towards him and placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she pulled back and looked at him.

Levi froze, a blush rushing to his face, “I never said you could do THAT!” he practically screeched. MC looked humiliated and started to back away, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him, a serious look upon his features. “I would have much preferred a kiss... on my lips, cause we both have them and uhh yours are really soft, and I was just wondering how they felt an-” he babbled on before he was cut off by a giggle.

Levi looked up at MC, the cutest smile gracing her features as she looked down at him. “Where else can I kiss you?” she scrunched her nose and laughed at him, teasing.

He covered his mouth with his hands, face burning. “Aaaah! Gosh... anywhere you want is fine with me,” he peeked at her through his fringe. MC was grinning wider than ever and she grabbed his head in her hands and started placing kisses on him. Softly pressing her lips on his cheeks, nose, eyelids and softly laughing each time.

Levi smiled and placed his hand under her chin, capturing her and stilling her movements. “Won’t you kiss me?” he asked and brought her face towards his own. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips met hers gently, again and again. She pulled away, affection lighting the fire in her eyes. Emotion swelled within her, opening her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying.

“Levi, I think I’m in love with you.”

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If you’re interested in a part two (that will be smut) please let me know in the comments! I am interested in the many kinks that can be associated with Levi and his “attributes” >;)

6/15/20

[blue-lions-baby]

Operation Confession (Dimitri x Reader) [Ch. 1]

hi!! so sorry for the inactivity! i’ve been super busy preparing for college n stuff, so i didn’t really have time to write anything... but like i also didn’t want to go *another* week of not posting anything so lol

i’ve been working on this fic for almost a month now and as i was approaching the 5000 words mark, i figured it would probably be best to chop it up into more.... manageable sections ^^’ please enjoy~

spoiler-free and pre-timeskip fluff!

~*~

Oh, this was perfect.

Sylvain watched in pure amusement at the scene playing out before his very eyes. Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, future king of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, reduced to nothing more than a blushing schoolboy antsy with the love bugs and raging hormones. He weakly disguised his chuckle with a cough when he saw yet another quill snap in the blonde’s hand, most likely in reaction to that adorable pouting face you had put up. You had absolutely no idea what type of effect and the severity of said effect you had on the prince.

Which made it all the more entertaining.

You didn’t mean to-- in fact, you weren’t even aware of the raging feelings Dimitri held towards you.

But Sylvain knew.

And you could bet your ass he was gonna do everything in his power to help his longtime friend man up and confess to the girl of his dreams.

Dimitri’s cheeks, once dusted with only a faint pink, suddenly became a hodgepodge of every shade of red when he realized that was the third quill he broke in this hour alone. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, helplessly looking to his teacher for help.

“Your Highness... Have you broken another quill?” Dedue murmured beside him, concern eminent in his voice. Dimitri looked down at the large splinter running down its side and mentally banged his head against the desk.

“It appears so... I will request a replacement from the Professor.” He muttered back, silently rising to his feet and making his way to the desk up front. He was suddenly stopped on his 4-step journey when Byleth (with a crinkle in their nose and a sigh) redirected their frazzled student to a whole box of spare quills behind the blackboard. Dimitri-- very much aware that this box filled with ludicrous amounts of quills were entirely for him-- bowed deeply to the professor, picked up the feathery thing, and hurried back to his desk.

You looked up from your work to give your eyes a break from their swimming lessons and accidentally made eye contact with the returning prince. You both paused for a split second before you flashed him a heartfelt smile; a gentle warmth kissed the surface of your cheeks and you averted your eyes back to your studies.

A resounding snap reverberated throughout the quiet classroom.

“Dimitri?”

“Y-Yes, Professor?”

“See me after class.”

“Yes, Professor...”

♠ ♥ ♣ ----------------------------------------------------------- ♣ ♥ ♠

While the rest of the class huddled outside the door and watched their house leader write “I will not break another quill” line after line on the blackboard, Sylvain looped an arm around your waist and winked.

“Hey, (F/N). Mind if I steal you for a bit?”

“Um... Sure.” Wary of his skirt-chasing tendencies, you were reluctantly led away from your classmates and into a more secluded part of the monastery.

“This better not be one of your tricks again, Sylvain... I already told you, I don’t like you in that way.”

“Ouch. That hurt.” Sylvain’s lips formed into an exaggerated pout and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Nah, this ain’t about me for once. It’s about a certain... someone.” He continued rather vaguely.

“A certain someone? Sylvain, are you sure this isn’t about you?”

“It’s really not, I swear.” He put his hands up in surrender and seeing him genuine for once, you decided to believe him.

“Well, before I continue, I just wanna know if you... y’know.” Sylvain’s eyebrows wriggled very suggestively and a teasing smirk splayed his features. Your heart thundered in your ear, already knowing where this was going.

“If I...?” You whispered, taut fingers knotting the fabric of your uniform.

“Like, like-like anyone?”

Sylvain wished with all his heart that he had some way to capture the look and flood of colors that quickly took hold of your face. He watched in silent amazement as your face shifted from a barely-there pink to strawberry red in a matter of seconds. Gotcha.

“W-Well, I mean--” You took a shaky step backwards and your jaw clenched so tightly you were certain you were gonna chip a tooth. “There is this guy... Wait, why am I telling you this?! It’s none of your business!”

You rammed past the tall male with enough force to almost knock him over as you promptly made your way back to where the rest of your classmates were.

Satisfied with the laughable drop in quality in Dimitri’s penmanship, Byleth finally let the poor male join his classmates outside. His fingers twitched in an unsightly fashion and his wrist throbbed and cricked with every motion he made. He let out a guttural groan, making small, crackling adjustments to his neck and shoulder. The only thing he had left to do today was train, but he’d probably just go ahead and retire to his bed, at least for a little while...

Past the sea of heads crowding around him, he saw a flash of (H/C) streak across his vision, followed shortly afterwards by a head of shaggy red. (F/N)...? What were you doing with Sylvain?

Crippling exhaustion transfigured into searing jealousy and his eyes narrowed at his childhood friend with cold suspicion. Sylvain could easily feel the scorned prince’s hard stare like a knife in the back.

Was he at all fazed? Not in the slightest.

In fact, thought Sylvain as he sidled right up next to you, he wanted to toy with Dimitri’s heart just a little bit more...  

“Excuse me everyone, but I must speak to Sylvain immediately.” He emphasized the last word sharply, gently pushing his way through the crowd. While he brushed shoulders with Ashe and waltzed around Ingrid, he spun around and ended up face-to-face with... Oh Goddess, his legs were turning into jelly.

“Dimitri...? Is something wrong?” You breathed, fumbling with your clammy digits.

“O-Oh!” Said male rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Nothing, Belov-- (F/N). Please excuse me, but it is imperative that I have a little... talk, with Sylvain.”

He left you no room for response as he quickly latched onto the toothy-grinned noble and practically dragged him away on his heels.

“What seems to be the problem, Your Highness?”

“Let us discuss the issue in my quarters.”

“Your quarters? Oh ho ho.~”

“Stop it, Sylvain. ... We’re here now.”

Dimitri watched Sylvain plop on the edge of his bed, his lips upturned in a carefree fashion. Dimitri lowered himself on his uncomfortable desk chair, his hands anxiously squeezing his kneecaps.

“So what would you like to talk about, Your Highness?”

“It’s about (F/N).” Dimitri spoke resolutely. “Sylvain... I know this will sound nothing short of mad, but--”

“Let me guess. You like (F/N).”

Dimitri’s bodily organs ceased to function; every ounce of blood in his body mutated into sharp, prickling icicles that seized his heart in a snare of terror and dread.

“I-- Wait, how--?”

“Your Highness. No offense, but pretty much everyone knows how you feel about her. You’re not exactly... subtle.”

Dimitri? Not subtle? Even after the extraordinary lengths he went through to make sure you remained ignorant of his true feelings for you? His brain filed through each and every interaction he’s had with you, combing through each word and shaky glance and awkward blush exchanged between either of you. Well, sure, he’s no master of disguise, but he wasn’t that bad... right?

While Dimitri’s thoughts remained in utter chaos, Sylvain coolly continued.

“Hey, about that lil’ act earlier... I was just messin’ with you, Your Highness. (F/N)’s a serious cutie, but I’m really not after her. I swear.” Sylvain winked. “Plus, she doesn’t even like me. She actually told me she likes--”

“WHO?!” Before Sylvain even had time to process-- well, anything-- Dimitri was on his feet rattling the poor noble to and fro, completely forgetting the crippling strength his Crest bestowed him.

“Gah! Stop it! That hurts!” Sylvain cried, trying with all his might to pry Dimitri’s iron grip from his shoulders.

Coherency finally returning, Dimitri immediately unclasped his digits from Sylvain. An expression of apologetic horror shot through his eyes as he stumbled back, back, back against his desk. The chest of both men heaved violently; raspy and hasty apologies slipped out of Dimitri’s lips while pain-stricken groans and a few obscenities raced out of Sylvain’s.  

“I’m so-... I’m so sorry, Sylvain, I-- I’m so, so sorry--”

“Augh, Goddess... You’ve got quite a grip there, Your Highness...” Sylvain chuckled weakly, feeling his skin swell and bruise.

“Allow me to fetch a healer for you!”

“N-No worries... Ugh... Just, I need to talk to you.”

“Sylvain--”

“Please. Seeing you skirt about this issue is far more painful than any bruise you could give me... But I’m not gonna lie, this one comes pretty close.”

Dimitri drew in a deep breath and settled in his desk chair, its wooden legs creaking slightly from his weight. He planted his elbows firmly by his kneecaps and rested his chin on folded hands.

“Lemme ask you a question, Your Highness. Do you truly love (F/N)?”

“Yes.” Dimitri answered unfazed, but suddenly realized the gravity of his response and drooped his eyes towards the floor.

“Then tell her!”

“I... I can’t. I’m afraid I lack the confidence to waltz up to a girl and profess my feelings to her. Especially with what happened to...” Dimitri shivered at the awkwardly painful memory and continued. “Sylvain, what if she doesn’t like me in that way? Then I’d have made a fool of myself in front of everybody. But most importantly, her...”

“Well, since she didn’t tell me exactly who she liked, there’s no surefire way to know...” Sylvain acquiesced. “But I’ve got a real good feeling about this. Trust me! If there’s one thing in the world that I can help you with, it would be something like this.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right...” Dimitri pondered, sighing in defeat. “But regardless of whether she likes me or not, I am unable to simply walk up to her and tell her my feelings. That’s...”

Dimitri trailed off, dejection glossing his pastel blues.

“I don’t deserve someone like her.” He breathed out just above a whisper. Poignancy took hold of Sylvain’s heart after hearing the sincerity in Dimitri’s voice. One look at the despondent royal was enough to tell him how much he believed those words-- how much Dimitri believed that he, a beast stained by blood and vengeance, could never have a beauty as tender and loving as you.

“Hey, come on Your Highness... It’s not fair on your part to be giving yourself so little credit.”

“Sylvain, look at me.” Dimitri cupped his throbbing head in his hands and he growled. “I am a monster. I can not drag someone as pure, lovely, and beautiful as (F/N) into...”

He paused, choosing his next words carefully.

“She deserves someone else-- someone who can bring her true happiness. Someone who’s... not me.”

Sylvain gritted his teeth from the dark and pulverizing atmosphere. Dimitri was spiraling. Further, faster into the void.

“Cheer up, Your Highness!” Sylvain bubbled half-heartedly, desperately trying to reel his friend from the abyss. “You’re a great guy! Hey. Remember when we went out to cull some bandits outta that one village? And some bad guy almost got (F/N)? You managed to swoop in just before that happened! You saved her, Deems. The look of pure adoration and gratitude in her eyes after the battle... It felt good, right?”

“I... suppose.”

“Oh! And remember when (F/N) was having a hard time grasping the concept of that battle formation the other day? Who came in, and spent the rest of their afternoon tutoring her until she could explain why you needed to send the flyers in first?”

“... I did.”

“Yup! And who’s the chivalrous, hard-working leader of the Blue Lions that everyone looks up to?”

“I am.”

“Atta boy, Your Highness! See? You’re a great guy! And the fact that you’re a prince doesn’t hurt your chances either.” Sylvain’s eyebrows danced smugly.

Dimitri’s chest rose and fell in laughter; Sylvain’s eyes lit up like a star. He managed to save him-- at least for now.

“Thank you, Sylvain. I really needed that encouragement. I... I apologize for--”

“No worries, Your Highness. ... I’m just glad I was able to help.” Sylvain clasped a hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Um, Sylvain...”

“Hm?”

“How do I confess to her? Properly?”

Sylvain clapped his hands together and rubbed them gleefully.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness. I’ve got a plan.”

[interrogatorshalashaska]

Blame The Philosophers

Death surrounds him, it is apart of his life since he learned to use a gun, violence before hand had been his as well. Teeth, nails, kicking, punching. Nothing was off the table and it never would be. He'd fight tooth and nail to survive another day so his plan would be successful.

And yet, being the son of a medium had never been a problem. The Philosophers had always kept him drugged up on something to quiet things, when the CIA, GRU, KGB or whatever ground he was working with couldn't or wouldn't provide he'd find his own source easily enough.

Then why are you neglecting it. Eli and George's instances; and maybe to show you're Father you can handle it. But can you? You've started carefully trying to gauge which ones would be most informative and helpful to you, and which ones to avoid for their wrath. The lack of your usual cocktails made everything buzz more, hit harder, George seemed more worried even.

You can handle it.

TW: Adamska is a shitty Medium; blame The Philosophers, Sensory overload, withdrawal, ghosts, hallucinations, Emotionally closing self off/barricading emotions inside because everythings fine, depersonalization, unspecified long term illness, That weird romance George and Adam(ska)/Ocelot have, Eli being Ocelot's brain cell sometimes. Murder, Character death, skipping meals / ignoring self care, puking

Left right, right left. The click of his spurs a calming sound compared to everything else, he'd told John- George, he'd join him for dinner but having gone near the cafe the noise of it, let alone the added noise of spirits mingling and talking to one another. Sweat dripped down his face and he wiped it away with his glove annoyed.

Eli was humming and walking alongside on his right, eyebrow raised, shirtless just like when he died.

“You promised him.”

“He'll understand... Its too noisy in there Eli I'd much sooner puke before I manage to eat anything if I went in there.”

“Who's fault is that hm?”

“You and George's actually-”

Eli gave him a glare darting out and grabbing up his right hand.

“Liquid.”

“Ocelot, listen to yourself for five seconds and go eat- what are you-”

He didn't even think, his hand impulsively flicked his gun into his hand and click click BANG.

It of course went straight through Eli, but the ringing the gun caused was nice, better then his annoying voice- wait.

He stares down at a limp body of one of their soldiers, he couldn't even recall the poor souls name.

“What the fuck was that did you mean to shoot him or what Old Man? Gettin' trigger happy hm?”

“Shut up brat, I've got to clean this up.”

“They're going to be suspicious- let alone the blood- and the LOUD GUN SHOT.”

“SHUT IT.”

He's moving quickly as usual scooping the body up and over his shoulder grunting at the weight and... where could he hide it? Vents are out, smell would be fast to notice, stairwell same reason plus someone might check there... Trash can maybe?

“Like someones not gonna notice it be extra heavy? Just toss it out in the sea?”

Ocelot nods in agreement moving quickly heading up the stairs and pushing open the door to the ship, grey eyes peering carefully out. Luckily most of the crew was enjoying dinner so he moves quickly and chucks him into the water, turning back around he's moving back down the steps towards the blood stain and cleaning it up with his trench coat.

“The blood on you?”

“Who's going to see- but just in case.”

He takes out his knife and slices into his skin a bit, just around the area the blood had stained him, just deep enough for any specific drip down would seem realistic.

Blue eyes stare at him unhappily as they continue their pace, much slower then before, letting out an unnecessary sigh. The man didn't even need to breath much less sigh.

“Adam.”

He span around without a thought gun slamming into the cheek of whoever had just touched his shoulder, their touch to heavy to be a ghost- to real to be allowed.

John- NO. NOT JOHN. George, who looked at him confusedly.

“Did I startled you?”

Grey eyes dart away as he sways, placing his revolver away and hugging himself tightly.

Hands grip around his throat, clawing at him. Digging their nails into his cuts.

“George I just hit you why are you asking- I... are you alright...?”

“why- why why- why me- is it because of that other ghost? YOU HADN'T MEANT IT RIGHT? But why me...!”

“Adam. I've been hit way worse then that in my time as a soldier, why are you cut up?”

He wouldn't let up, sobbing, screaming in his ear begging for some sort of response.

Ocelot's lip twitched, he hadn't quite gotten to planning an excuse yet and his stomach heaved as he breaths through his nose, focus. Think. Shove it away. But Adamska refuses it, and Adam is busy sobbing over the man they killed for no reason... Obviously hitting George would only make that worse- damn it.

“I... slipped.”

“LIAR!”

...God he felt like a child again lying through his teeth but not quite at the level he needed to be for it to be believable yet.

“...Adam I know knife wounds when I see them...”

Hands gently touch his shoulders and Ocelot struggles not to fall into his chest for support, reaching and wiping sweat off of his brow unsurely.

Nails dig into his cuts again desperate for some sort of response but Ocelot doesn't even flinch.

“...What of them?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No.”

“you're covering your tracks- and at worst they'll think it was self defense- YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“...Adamska. Did you...”

“GEORGE HE KILLED ME! GEORGE!”

Lie. Lie. Lie.

Liquid's eyes widen a bit as he watches Ocelot's face twist and eyes fog with tears- not just tears, his right eye drips blood, that he was struggle to hold back. Quickly Eli panics of all the time this had to happen now was not it, He was quick grabbing the soldier's ghost by the throat and dragging him to the side and through a door.

“I have to do everything god damn it Old Man!”

Ocelot doesn't even have time to react bending forward, dropping onto his knees and puking.

“GEORGE...!” A quiet choked voice cries out before he and Liquid vanish through the door completely.

Luckily puking his guts up was enough of a distraction that George hadn't heard the spirit's desperate cry.

“Hey- hey don't over do it now come here... We-... We should talk Adam.”

He's trying to pull Ocelot into his arms, he resists but is too tired to actually escape him with a conventional push, and CQC is to much of a bother... He'll take what's coming to him he supposed.

He hates how George's hands touch his cheek and try and turn him to face him, he weakly shakes his head.

“...george please don't...”

“Adam... please look at me.”

Ocelot couldn't think straight and it confused him, he BEGS Adam to take it but he's hyperventilating now from the attack from the ghost soldier and Adamska is denying it even happened! SOMEONE TAKE IT I CAN'T THINK PLEASE- he sobs and slams his face into George's chest shaking so hard and he can't get why this was happening. He wasn't cold and he wasn't upset! He was weapon, a tool. Logical. And these sorts of things do not have feelings.

He can't... his head hurt... everything hurt coughing sharply every breath a shutter for air, a soft touch rubbing his back in circles only making him feel worse. He tries pushing away but George holds him steady.

“Adam- please...”

“...g...george... I...”

George realized quickly what was wrong and gently assisted him to shuffle over so not to get puked into his lap as Ocelot bends down and gags, hacking with each cough as nothing but spit and bile once more drip onto the floor, he pants tongue looping and yet George gently grabs his chin and pulls him close again.

George has seen Ocelot look utterly tired before, has held him well he quietly sobbed into his shoulder but he's never seen his face during such moments. The utter broken exhaustion written on his face nearly took his words away.

“Adamska- oh Adam...”

Ocelot flinches trying to break eye contact, tears and the blood from his right eye so evident.

“You're eye its-”

“It's fine- it does t-that sometimes please... I don't want too...”

George grips him tightly forcing him to look at him again.

“Adam. Please talk to me.”

“I CAN'T!”

One blue eye narrows in a combination of frustration, pity and love, gently rubbing Adam's back again as the older man bends down a bit with a groan.

“...Why not, do you not trust me...?”

“N...no... I just... ican'tthinkplease...”

“You can't think...?”

George keeps his voice gentle as he lets Ocelot lean himself against his chest, his warm face pressing into George's neck.

“...hm... headhurts...tired...we...talk...when i...wake up???”

George shakes his head but starts to pick him up, scooping him into his arms easily.

Ocelot's head loops back, but George adjusts him a bit more to better support him.

“...j...john...”

His name slips past his lips and any dozed, dazed expression lost to one of horror.

“...George... george oh my god I'm so sorry I... I...”

But his voice starts to tamper off again like even the horrific realization of using the wrong name wasn't enough to keep him glued fully to consciousness, his eyebrows furrowed as he shut his eyes still struggling to stay awake mumbling.

“...george... sorry... geor...ge... srry...”

But George simply holds him tighter mumbling back as he starts to walk.

“shush, shh, it's alright. I promise it's ok, you're mine, and I won't leave your side, everything will go great and we'll be free. Adam. We will be free, finally free.”

Pushing the door to Ocelot's room open like this was becoming concerningly easier to do as time went on and that's exactly what George had wanted to talk about but he knew the older man was in absolutely no state for conversation considering he was still mumbling half worded apologizes.

Placing him onto his bed George sighs sitting down himself next to him, watching how Ocelot twists himself towards him and lightly hugs his wrist before finally that familiar light snore started to escape him. Carefully freeing his hand George hums as he takes off the other mans tie and vest, gently stroking his long silver hair, which was slick  and stuck to his face, off to the side. The relieved breath Ocelot huffs out made him smile a bit, taking his own black turtle neck off and gently nudging Ocelot to turn onto his other side for more space, he laid down beside him and wrapped his arms around him. Some sleep would do them both good he supposed. His hands gently hover over his companions chest, two beats slightly off beat of each other as usual. The doctors had mentioned this in the medical reports he'd read over for Adamska, who simply found all the fussing annoying, yet they could find no real explanation for it aside maybe his heart beating out of sync in places. Which was a dangerous thing but nothing really concrete came from that theory ether.

George sighs pressing his face into Adam's neck, his neck warm and a bit wet from sweat but he didn't care as he let himself relax. He can worry when he woke up.

Ocelot groans as he woke up, his stomach jumping up with a mixture of feeling like he hadn't eaten all day and like he couldn't eat if he wanted too. Annoying.

Cold nails dig into his skin. “YOU MURDERER!”

Ocelot groans quietly feeling George shift next to him loosing his grip on him allowing Ocelot to get to his feet, he swayed unsteadily he covers his mouth coughed harshly. Luckily the sound didn't wake George up- was... he used to him coughing in his sleep... Maybe he should be a bit more concerned with his own- no time. He was fine. He dragged himself into his rest room and turned the shower on, growling now.

“Get lost seriously, I did not mean to kill you, I had no idea you were there and OF COURSE I'm going to cover my tracks how am I supposed to explain I was just passive aggressively trying to shot my  step-son's ghost???”

“Step son???”

Shit Eli had heard that...

“Later conversation ok Eli.”

The blonde ghost seems annoyed but he glares threateningly at the soldier's ghost who moves back away from Ocelot who sighs in relief at nails no longer reopening his wounds.

“I don't want to be dead- Can't you do something?”

“Considering I chucked your body into the ocean I'm not sure what I can do... Not that I would ether way, look go talk to 'Death' or something?”

“Death...?”

“If it helps he kinda looks like me even, trust me you'll know him when ya see him, he'll help you or something...”

“I DON'T WANT TO BE DEAD- GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK!” Claws dig into him and he's knocked into the shower under the spray of to hot water, his head cracking onto the back wall and all he can do was sputter on water in shock.

“Enough of this foolishness, let's play a game of I choke you out until you fade out for awhile! You're really startin' to owe me one Ocelot!~”

Eli grips the soldier by the throat again slamming him into the shower wall and watching as the man squirms panicked but Eli's arm never let up no matter how he tried.

George must have been woken up by his nearly cracking his head open because next thing he knows the water is off, he's being scooped up into a towel and dried and looked over frantically. Was... George saying something his ears were still ringing. Ocelot blinks at him confusedly for a few moments as his words started to come in through the ringing as he focused on what was happening around him more on the physical world and not the spiritual one.

“...ou ok? Can you hear me, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Ocelot coughs but nods and mumbles out. “three?” As he wheezed to catch his breath having not realized he been getting more water then air before. Woops.

“Ok... ok, why did you get up without me?”

“...Believe me if I said I wanted to look handsome for you?”

George snorts smiling softly as he gently caresses his cheek.

“With how finicky you can be about your appearance I can.”

Though as Ocelot wheezes into another cough he frowns, gently carrying him back onto his bed even as he tries to fight him on that.

“I'm fine, I'm fine- I just slipped is all really- I have work to do!”

George gives him a look that silences his protests, he shifts pouting as he pulls his knees up to his chest leaning back into his pillows and headboard.

“I'm going to get the doctor to make sure you don't have a concussion or something but first. ...Adam... Are you sure you're up for all this?”

Grey eyes stare into one blue in confusion for a few moments, his head tilted to the side before a look of shock and horror cross his face.

“George- Sir, I swear I can handle this, I'll be careful, I won't even be in direct combat unless things go very south ether way- I can handle it.”

George doesn't seem as ready to believe this like he usually was, his hands gently tracing the cuts on his right shoulder and left hip, and a few other smaller cuts he had give himself.

Ocelot hisses he'd normally had the resolve to barely flinch but it slipped out, the blow to his head might be effecting him more then he'd like. He was fine though. Had to be.

“I... want to see you try and improve a bit or I will take you off this, understood. I'm saying this not as your Boss but... as you're partner, please Adam.”

Ocelot's heart pulled and he couldn't quite understand why, maybe its because his sad expression reminded him of one of the last ones he'd seen on John's- stop stop.

“I...I can do that. I promise, I'll even behave when you get that Doctor, go on, I'll be here relaxing.”

George nods, leaning forward and letting their noses touch and nuzzle before finally their lips meet for a few small moments and he pulls away heading for the door. When a blue eye peeks back Adam winks at him and sticks his tongue out teasingly.

“Go on, I won't die for the few minutes your gone for promise.”

And George steps out of the room.

[minminyoonjii]

First Time: Getting Your Period In Little Space [OT8/Fem! Reader]

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Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Soft Reassurance Fic|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

Scenario

You squirmed, eyebrows furrowed in pain. Your breath hitched, waking up to aching pain in your abdomen. Your head spun, holding your plush closer. "Hurts, hurts, hurts," you whispered, slipping in and out of your headspace. A whine slipped past your lips, eyes barely seeing what was in your room. The only source of light is your nightlight at the corner. You sat up, face puffy from sleep. "Want, Caregiver Title," you whimpered, removing your blanket. You squinted your eyes, staring at the growing dark spot between your legs. "Caregiver Title!" you yelled, tears welling in your eyes.

Bang Chan

"Can I come in, little one?" he asked, knocking on your door. "Yes, Daddy," you sniffled, hands trembling. Chan opened your door, "Why are you crying, baby girl. Tell daddy, what's wrong, hm?" he whispered, heart racing from worry. You shakily push your blanket aside. Chan follows your movement, noticing the stain on your sheets. "You're okay, baby. You're okay," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Is something wrong with me?" you asked, staring up at him. Chan smiled softly, "Big you is having her period, you're alright," he reassured. "It's uncomfy Daddy," you whimpered, burying your face into your plush. "I know, little one. C'mere let daddy help you out," he said, getting clean sheets and clothes from your closet. "Daddy's going to make sure you're as comfortable as possible," he said, kissing your forehead.

Lee Minho

"Cupcake, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, slightly stumbling into your room. "Mama," you sobbed, relief going through your body. Minho wiped your tears away, holding you against his stomach "Breath, cupcake. Take a deep breath," he whispered, rubbing your back. You sniffled, calming your breathing. Minho cooed, "That's it. You're doing great," he praised, stroking your cheek. You pulled your blanket off, showing the problem. "Aww, cupcake. You must have been so scared," he said, looking behind him when he heard meows. Minho chuckled, "Look the babies are here to comfort you too," he said, carrying Dori onto your bed. Soonie and Doongie curled up against your side. "You're safe, cupcake. I know it looks scary but trust Mama. I'll take care of you," he said, ruffling your hair.

Seo Changbin

"What? What's making you upset?" he questioned, hair messy from sleep. You hiccupped into your plush, getting more panicked from Changbin's questions. He took a deep breath, checking your body for any type of physical bruises or wounds "I'm sorry if I scared you, agi-ah," he whispered, nuzzling your foreheads together. You pointed to your blanket, shame burning up your cheeks. He gently moved your blanket aside, "Oh," he sighed in relief. You peeked at him behind your plush. Changbin smiled, "My little agi, everything is alright. It's normal, you don't have to be afraid, okay?" he said, tilting your chin. You looked at him with glossy eyes. Changbin kissed your nose, "Don't worry, Baba has everything under control," he said, holding you.

Hwang Hyunjin

"Is everything alright, lovely?" he asked, carefully going up to you. You sniffled, pushing off your blanket. Hyunjin stared with a blank stare, internally panicking "Let me call you daddy, okay? I'll be right outside your door," he said, wiping your tears. You nodded, curling up with your plush. Hyunjin called Chan, "Hyung, I know you're at the studio but I need help. Our little love is bleeding and I know why but I don't know what to do and I don't want to cause more pain," he rambled, running his fingers through his hair. Chan chuckled, "Calm down, Jinnie. Here's what you need to do," he said, telling Hyunjin everything he needs to prepare. He walked back into the room, "Okay, lovely. Papa's going to try to help you," he said, kissing your nose.

Han Jisung

Jisung sat in bed, disoriented from sleep "Did I hear that, right?" he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Appa!" you yelled again, sobbing into your plush. Jisung stumbled to your room, bumping into a wall at some point "Why is my sweet thing crying, hm?" he asked, leaning against your door frame. You sniffled, rubbing your stomach. Jisung tilted his head, "Does it hurt, sweetheart?" he questioned, stroking your cheek. You shook your head, hesitant to lift your blanket. "Do you want me to lift it up for you?" he whispered, holding your hand. You nodded, giving Jisung the hem of your blanket. He lifted it up, noticing the stain "Don't worry, sweet thing. Your Appa knows exactly what to do," he reassured. You sniffled, "Appa, know?" you asked, wiping your tears. Jisung smiled, "Yeah. When you turn big again, sweetheart. Just remember that your Appa spends a lot of time on Youtube," he said, patting your head.

Lee Felix

"Mommy's coming on, okay?" he asked, holding the door knob. You whined, "Mommy," you hiccuped, rocking yourself. Felix opened the door, "I'm here, sunbeam. Mommy's here," he whispered, hugging your close. You removed your blanket, showing Felix your sheets. He nodded, carrying you up "Mommy's going to get you clean up, okay?" he asked, setting you on the bathroom counter. Felix turned on the tap, placing a bath bomb inside "Stay here for a bit, Mommy will go change your sheets and get you ready for your bath," he whispered, kissing your forehead. You whined, tugging the hem of his sweatpants. Felix cooed, "I know, sunshine. I'll be quick I promise," he reassured, clearing up as fast as he could. You waited, dangling your legs over the counter. "Let's get you clean up, we can cuddle up after, sunbeam," he said, helping you into the tub.

Kim Seungmin

He walked into your room, eyes shut from sleep "Tell me whenever you're ready, munchkin," he said, letting you wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your back. You shuddered a breath, pushing away your blanket. Seungmin's eyes widened slightly, nuzzling your hair "Listen to me, okay? You're alright, there's no need to be afraid or embarrassed," he rasped, staring into your eyes. You nodded, taking deep breaths to calm down your pounding heart. Seungmin smiled, "Dada's going to call your Mama to get some things at the store," he said, carrying you up. You nodded against his shoulder. Seungmin chuckled, removing your sheets with his free hand, "Don't worry about the sheets, munchkin. A cold wash will remove the stain easily," he said, kissing your cheek. You smiled, nuzzling against his neck, melting into his hold.

Yang Jeongin

"Why is my little angel upset?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You whimpered, holding your plush tighter. Jeongin frowned, "Ninnin's not going to judge, angel. He just wants to know where you're hurting," he whispered, holding your face within his palms. You nuzzled into his hand and pulled the blanket off. Jeongin gently stroked your cheek, noticing the patch "Aww, angel. You're going to be okay. Ninnin will check if you have any supplies. If not, I'll just contact your Baba," he comforted, touching your cheek. "Not weird?" you whispered, fidgeting with your plush. Jeongin looked at you with sympathy "Of course not, angel. It's just your big girl body, doing big girl things," he said, tracing your nose. You wrinkled it, jutting your bottom lip "It's icky, Ninnin," you grumbled, puffing your cheeks. Jeongin cooed, "Ninnin will try to make it less icky, angel," he said, getting everything prepared.

[spongeguyandlelouchvibridankia]

Karmiro Week 2k19 Day 1: “Missing Him/Missing Her”

I made this fanfic as quickly as possible! Happy Karmiro week!

Day 1: Confession/Future

It was a beautiful spring day in San Fransokyo, and Hiro Hamada was approaching the train station by way of Shimamoto street.

 To most, this was a normal sight: A 14 year old child prodigy with black as graphite bangs and a tooth gap that made all the girls squeal.

 Quite why they did that still boggled Hiro, but there were some things even a child prodigy couldn’t figure out.

 Girls, am I right?

 Oh, yeah, sorry.

 Anyway, Hiro was walking down the street, looking a little chipper than he had in a few months.

 6 months to be exact.

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes, to be precise.

 Not that he was keeping track.

 Not that he had been keeping so much track that Go Go had to put the power dex on to wrestle him out there one night.

 Ahem.

 Moving on.

 The sky was clear, but Hiro’s thoughts were not.

 This was a normal occurrence, as an SFIT Student/Superhero/Teenager, but Hiro had, for once, different thoughts on his mind.

 He would have LOVED to be focused on villains, homework and what he was going to do Friday night.

 But…

 She was coming back.

 SHE was coming back.

 She was coming BACK.

 Granted, for a short visit of a weekend, but…

 SHE.

 WAS.

 COMING.

 BACK.

 And…

 “Your heartbeat is growing in a rapid state and your hormones levels are rising…”

 Ah, I knew I forgot something. I guess I’m just used to him being there, I forgot to mention him.

 It’s kind of obvious, no?

 …

 What do you mean it isn’t? He’s always there!

 Whatever, just let me finish the story! Jeez, everyone’s a critic!

 “Baymax, not the time!”, Hiro said, his head turning left and right, hoping no one overheard the medical analysis.

 “I diagnose you with… Happiness. But… A sad happiness.”

 Great, he was doing the finger pointing thing. That usually meant he was right.

 “…Look, buddy, I’m just trying to find the station, ok?”

 Hiro was approaching it now, but his mind was such a mess that he had nearly taken the wrong turn.

 “I’m not usually like this…”, he thought, not liking this lack of control.

 Hiro was used to being totally in control.

 With a push of some keys and the writing of some programs, he could upgrade Big Hero 6’s armor just like that.

 Give him a few nights and a couple dozen bags of gummy bears, and he could build incredible nano technology.

 Even at the worst of situations, a good plan and Tadashi’s guidance was all Hiro needed to keep San Fransokyo safe.

 But if there was one thing Hiro didn’t know how to control, it was his emotions.

 And right now, they were running in every single direction, driving him insane.

 Feelings of loss, longing, reunion, excitement, dread, joy, despair, anger, solitude, hope and even…

 Wait, no, not that, definitely not that!

 But whatever it was, it was making Hiro’s heart practically leap out of his chest as he neared the station, his brain constantly going “Any minute you’re going to see her!” “Any moment you’re going to see her arrive!” “ANY MOMENT, HIRO, WATCH OUT FOR THAT…”

 BONK!

 …That lamp post.

 Hiro fell to the ground and rubbed his nose.

 He felt embarrassed already, and she hadn’t even showed up yet.

 Great. Now his face was even redder.

 This couldn’t get…

 “You have fallen.”

 Never mind.

 “On a scale of 1-10, how would you…”

 Hiro clambered up, getting his balance back.

 “Buddy, seriously, not now. She’s almost here and… You know what? Can you give us some time alone?”

 Hiro didn’t like sidelining Baymax, but this was sort of a personal and private affair.

 He did NOT need Baymax to spout out some puberty stuff.

 Though it could make her laugh.

 …God how he had missed that laugh.

 He had heard it here and there on the webcam conversations, but he wanted to hear it face to face.

 Her face.

 Her incredible face…

 No. No.

 Stay focused.

 “If it improves your condition, I will gladly move aside, Hiro.”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile at that.

 “…Thanks, Baymax.”

 Baymax was a machine, so he couldn’t truly express emotion, but Hiro swore he heard affection in the words “Always, Hiro.”

But Hiro had to think of other things now.

 Like how she’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost…

 The sound of train tracks click clacking reverberated in his ears as a bullet train sped down, so fast it was that Hiro could barely register it.

 But he saw the number on the door.

 He had memorized that number: 99.

 He could say it in his sleep.

 According to Honey Lemon, he had said it in his sleep once during one of the gang’s sleepovers, so that wasn’t an exaggeration.

 So there!

 I guess.

 “…”

 Hiro didn’t even know what to say, his heart beating so hard he could barely hear the doors open.

 His mouth felt dry and his breath short.

 Would she look different?

 Would she sound different?

 Would she… Be different?

 Would she smile?

 Frown?

 Would…

 Did…

 Did she miss him?

 As much as he had missed her?

 Hiro had been kidnapped by supervillians, yet this was somehow scarier.

 After what felt like an eternity, she stepped out.

 She looked the same, but there was some clear dampness on her cheeks.

 She had been crying.

 Her eyes hadn’t located him yet, a crowd of people still blocking him from her sight.

 She was also looking to the wrong direction, left, then right, searching…

 For him?

 He hoped.

 Suddenly, her eyes locked with his.

 His eyes locked with her, how could they not, what else was there to look at?

 They locked eyes with each other…

 And…

 “HIRO!”, Karmi screamed with joy, practically running at the robotics expert.

 Hiro smiled, but for some reason, what had been a shy smile turned cocky…

 Odd.

 Karmi leapt at his feet, tears of joy running down. “I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MY DARLING!”

 Her voice was different, almost like she was being voiced by someone else.

 And it wasn’t just Karmi’s voice that was different: Her whole body seemed to turn small, cute and anime esque.

 What’s the term? Chibi! Yes, that!

 Hiro was also different, adopting massive abs and a cleft in his chin.

 He was also 12 foot tall.

 So there was that.

 “Oh, hey Karmi. Didn’t see you there.”, he said, his long flowing locks blowing in the wind.

 Kamri, heats in her eyes, leapt up to his face excitedly, a wild and loving grin on her face.

 “Oh, Hiro! All this time away from you made me realize how much I love you, you gorgeous, genius hunk you!”

 She fawned over him, her giant eyelashes batting.

 “You’re so smart and hot and cool and kind! Even Tadashi is proud of you!”

 Karmi then held his face in her hands, magic in her voice.

 “I LOVE YOU, HIRO HAMADA!”

 She then planted a huge kiss on his lips, and there was a parade of musicians, and it rained gummy bears, and everyone agreed that there was no one like Hiro, and Professor Granvile did the cha cha cha.

 “And that’s how your mother and I got together!”, an older, now grown up Hiro proudly announced, sinking back in his chair.

 He was still dressed about the same, but his hair was a bit longer, his body more defined, and he had a Big Hero 6 jacket on his shoulders.

 But that twinkle was still there.

 It would never leave.

 “Daddy, did that really happen? It sounds kind of… Wrong.”

 A little girl, Tamashii, with a ponytail and an adorable tooth gap, wearing a T-Shirt with Big Hero 6’s members on it, sat on the floor and gave her father a quizzical look.

 SURELY none of that had happened!

 Hiro smiled that smug grin of his and lifted his leg over another, not noticing the figure approaching him.

 “Oh, it SO did happen, my koibito.”

 “Oh, really?”

 Standing over Hiro, towering over him as ever, was Karmi.

 A taller, even higher Karmi, with her hair down and her lab coat confidently placed on her shoulders.

 She looked most the same, but there was peace in her heart, something she so sorely lacked in the past.

 She was also better at taking jokes, as she smiled at Hiro with a questioning grin.

 Hiro sheepishly smiled back. “Oh, Karmi! I didn’t see you there!”

 He pointed at Tamashii, who was enjoying the entertainment before her.

 “Oh, Tamashii here was just asking me about when we confessed our feelings to each other.”

 Karmi cocked an eyebrow, still taking it all in good humor. “I heard.”

 She then knelt down and playfully ruffled his hair. “But I get the feeling that you’re misremembering some things, Genius boy.”

 Hiro rolled his eyes, a flirtatious grin on his face. “Will you ever stop calling me that?”

 Karmi cockily grinned. “Well… No, since it’s meaning has changed since we first met.”

 She blushed now, and Hiro now smiled at his favorite sight in the world: His wife smiling.

 But he was going to enjoy his joke as much as he could.

 “Well, my light, can you do a better job?”

 “Oh, Hiro…”, Karmi said, pulling him out of the chair and sitting down.

 “I most definitely can!”

 Rewinding!

 The train arrived at the station, and sitting on the seat was a 16 year old bio-tech major with earplugs in her ears and tears running down her eyes.

 …

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 33 minutes.

 Had it been so long ago?

 She was taken advantage of the day before.

 She was turned into a monster the day before.

 She nearly hurt her… Friend the day before.

 But somehow, despite all that, she remembered it with painful fondness.

 How could she not?

 It was the day she got her first real friend.

 And she hadn’t forgotten him.

 She hadn’t forgotten his words.

 His hug.

 His…

 No.

 It couldn’t be that.

 No way!

 …

 And she was definitely not hoping he was so that she could tell him that she definitely felt the same!

 …

 No way!

 Karmi rested her head on the back of her seat, feeling a slight headache.

 “I hate feeling like this.”

 She felt so many things.

 She was sad that she had to leave.

 She was angry that her parents had forced her to.

 She was happy to be back, even for a weekend.

 But mostly, she…

 She missed him.

 She missed him so much.

 She laughed quietly, a fond smile on her face. “I would never have thought I’d feel that in a million years.”

 But it was true.

 The train finally stopped at her station, and Karmi rose out of her seat, trying her best to ignore “Accidentally in Love” ringing in her ears.

 As she saw the doors open, her body entered panic mode.

 What was it going to be like?

 She…

 She had never even had friends, let alone stayed over at their houses!

 She had never had friends to miss, and talk to, and wonder how they were doing, and longingly stare at pictures of them, and wish you could see that precious smile of theirs!

 She had never had that!

 Karmi’s heart pounded like a jackhammer and her eyes darted wildly as she searched for him.

 Where was he?

 Had he forgotten?

 No, he had sent her at text that he was going to the station, he definitely remembered.

 But had he missed the station?

 Had he…

 Had he decided to not come?

 Karmi sighed. “I guess it’s what I deserve.”, she thought as she kept looking for him, only seeing strangers..

 “I never treated him well. Why would he…”

 “KARMI!”, Hiro suddenly screamed, turning Chibi and handing her roses.

 Karmi smiled smugly and accepted them. “Why, thank you, Hiro! It’s pleasant to see you too!”

 “More than pleasant for me, Baby!”, Hiro said, planting a large kiss on her lips and going down on one knee.

 He took her hand and, with his other hand, he retrieved a diamond ring.

 “Karmi… Will you marry me?”

 “THAT did not happen!”

 Hiro now had an annoyed expression on his face, as Karmi innocently smiled back at him.

 “Oh, whatever do you mean, Hiro?”

 She was using that sing songy voice. Hiro didn’t like that!

 “Karmi, you know that I didn’t propose then!”

 Tamashii laughed, enjoying her parents silliness, but she was getting impatient.

 “Mommy, Daddy, why can’t you just tell me the real story?”

 Hiro and Karmi looked back at their daughter and laughed nervously.

 Perhaps they should just tell her the real story.

 “Sorry, Tamashii, Mommy and Daddy just like messing with each other.”, Karmi apologized.

 Hiro laughed. “It took us a long time to actually realize we should just be friends.”

 Karmi lifted Tamashii and kissed her on the forehead, making the girl giggle, and she then placed her on the now seated Hiro.

 Positioned on Hiro’s lap, and staring directly into her mother’s sparkling eyes, Tamashii once again asked how it had happened.

 Hiro and Karmi exchanged blushed looks.

 It was a little different to their previous stories, to say the least:

 Just like before, Hiro watched the people leave the train and just like before, Karmi got off and looked around for him.

 Unlike before, they had something to give each other.

 Unlike before, the reunion was… Different.

 “Where is he?”, Karmi thought, searching and searching.

 Hiro couldn’t say anything: His body was still frozen.

 All he could see was her.

 All he could hear was her.

 All he could feel was her.

 Finally, he got enough strength to say “….Karmi…”

 Karmi, hearing this, turned and…

 “…Hiro…”

 They stood in front of each other, hundreds of strangers passing by them, dozens of sounds playing off their ear drums, but all they could notice was each other.

 “…Hey.”

 “…Hey.”

 Ladies and gentleman, writing romance! It’s easy!

 Hiro and Karmi blushed and smiled at each other, Hiro’s hand instinctively rubbing his hair and Karmi’s hands instinctively protecting her body, as if she had to close herself even from him.

 For a while, they couldn’t say anything.

 It was just incredible to them that the other was even there.

 It felt like a dream after the nightmare of the last 6 months.

 He had… Missed her so much.

 She had… Missed him so much.

 “…How was the trip?”

 “…Good. I liked seeing all the buildings out of the train.”

 “Good.”

 “Good.”

 This wasn’t supposed to be this awkward.

 Was there a way to…

 “You must have really missed me, eh Genius boy?”

 There it was!

 Hiro actually laughed this time, though, and it sent Karmi’s heart a fluttering.

 Had he always had such an amazing smile?

 It was a smile that made her feel like…

 Like it would all be ok.

 He was here.

 Hiro stopped laughing and smugly grinned.

 “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

 “Thank god”, he thought.

 “Still as perfect as ever in your eyes?”, she asked, continuing the banter.

 Hiro shrugged. “That’s a funny way to say pain in the butt.”

 Once, Karmi would have shouted at him for that insult.

 But today, she could see the humor (and lie) in it.

 So she laughed.

 And Hiro wondered how he had ever lived without it.

 As she stopped laughing, she suddenly noticed that Hiro was taking something out of his backpack.

 She quizzically observed him as he looked up at her, a shy and… Scared look on his face?

 That was new.

 He seemed a little reserved as he picked whatever it was up.

 What could it be…

 “I… I kind of… Made you something.”

 …Oh.

 Oh!

 He immediately backed up. “I mean, like, it’s stupid, it’s just a silly gift, it’s not what it, you know, this is stupid, I shouldn’t have…”

 But Karmi had managed to see what it was.

 And oh, did she see.

 Over the time they had known each other, Hiro had done many surprising and frustrating things, but this had to be the height of it: He had managed to somehow make a plushie of Captain Cutie…

 Giving her a rose.

 Specifically, the rose she had made that had helped heal the virus all the way back then.

 Hiro blushed wildly, wondering what insanity had taken over him to do this.

 “Honey Lemon helped me make this, I just thought that I had never really given your invention the credit it deserves, and I know you like cute stuff, so…”

 Karmi took it and, with awe struck eyes, looked back at him.

 “…Thanks.”

 She smiled that smile he so loved.

 And after taking a moment to register that, he smiled back.

 “…You’re welcome.”

 Karmi then looked very flushed as she took her backpack out.

 “Um… This is going to be a little weird, but…”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile (albeit with a massive blush) as Karmi began to take her present out.

 “Great minds think alike, huh?”

 Karmi couldn’t help but blush at that.

 No one…

 No one had ever been like this to her.

 It felt…

 Nice.

 She finally gave it to him.

 “Is… Is that?…”

 A small robot that looked a bit like Hiro’s bot from his bot fighter days shook his pinky and gleefully showed its gift: A heart locket.

 “…A heart locket?”

 Karmi nodded, now feeling very shy.

 “I… I just thought that… If you feel lonely…”

 She then added quietly “Or if I feel lonely…”

 She looked away, blushing. “You can look at this and remember that my half is safely with me… And that we’ll be able to join them together the next time I visit.”

 Hiro took this all in…

 And he closed his eyes…

 And smiled.

 “…Thanks.”

 “…You’re welcome.”, Karmi said, happy that she did it despite her fears.

 Suddenly, both geniuses realized something:

 “You missed me?”

 And then, they both answered at the same time:

 “…Yeah. I did. Every single day.”

 Emotions took over them, as finally being able to see each other after all this time led to…

 A big, squeezy hug.

 They buried themselves in each other’s light, and, overcome with relief, they gazed at each other.

 Suddenly, the two blushed, realizing they were making a scene and showing…

 Gasp! Affection!

 But…

 That didn’t stop them from doing the next thing.

 Their breaths stopped cold, their hearts stopped cold, and their eyes locked as…

 They kissed.

 It wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was quite the small kiss.

 But as they kissed, all the feelings of longing spilled out, the masks finally off as the two were able for the first time to truly show how they felt about each other.

 As they parted, still feeling each other’s warmth, they grinned.

 “…You better not tell any of your friends that we kissed, Genius boy.”

 “As if I would dream of bragging about such a disgusting thing!”

 They laughed and hugged again, now almost slowly rocking each other.

 “I’ve really missed you, Hiro.”

 “I’ve really missed you too, Karmi.”

 And finally, all was right with the world.

  Later that evening, after Tamashii was put to bed, Hiro was overseeing some upgrades to the gang’s armors.

 There were rumors of Momakase (how was she still out there?) planning a bank robbery too, so he may have to head out.

 The rest of the gang was busy, though, so it seemed like he would be the only one going tonight.

 He and Baymax of course.

 He was feeling a little lonely though.

 It was going to be a long night, one that he would spend in the skies instead of his bed.

 With the love of his life.

 Pretty sucky.

 Karmi suddenly showed up behind him and, her arms around his neck, lifted her part of the heart locket.

 “Feeling lonely?”, she whispered, caressing his face.

 Hiro smiled back and held his part of the locket, connecting the pieces together.

 “…Not anymore.”

 It had been 10 years, 4 months, 8 days, 5 hours and 6 minutes since they had gotten together.

 They didn’t feel lonely anymore.

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Straight Boy

Part 4: love

Rated: M

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1739

Chapter: 4/4 [All chapters]

Read on AO3

AN: Prepare for pure tooth rotting fluff :)

Tagging: @jeansjeansjeansjeans

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“Tyrannus.”

My eyes open slightly. It takes awhile to get my brain back online and realise Baz has said something. Neither Baz or I have spoken in at least an hour. He’s sitting upright in my bed while he reads, and he’s always laser focused on his books. I don’t mind. I’ve been happily wrapped around his side like a smitten boa constrictor. It’s one of the many things I’ve found I love doing with Baz.

I lift up my head a bit from Baz’s side. Baz is looking ahead, glasses on his head, book still open. His expression doesn’t show anything, which can actually show more when it comes to Baz.

“What?” I whisper, voice scratchy from disuse.

Baz closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “My first name, it’s Tyrannus.”

My brain is still in sleep-mode, so it takes me some extra time to process exactly what he’s saying. But slowly, a grin spreads across my face. I feel giddy, like I’m I’ve been given keys to an entire warehouse filled with scones. “Seriously?”

Baz nods slowly. His face is still neutral, but I can see his fingers nervously drumming on his book cover. “Yes.”

“Your full name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch?”

He sighs, head tilting back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Yes.”

I burst out into loud, snorty laughs. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I have to muffle the noise somewhat in his silk pyjama shirt. This is the most I’ve laughed at anything. Which is ridiculous but I can’t stop. Baz sighs again and strokes my hair.

“Get it out, Snow,” he says, both exasperated and amused. “Knew you’d appreciate this.”

“You really are, a gothic romance villain!” I sputter.

“Yup. I should be living in a decrepit castle with an unkindness of ravens, I know.”

I lift my head up as I wipe a laughing tear from my eye. “Where the hell did a name like that come from?”

Baz grunts, something I think he’s picked up from me. “It’s a Pitch family name. My mother insisted upon it. But no one calls me bloody Tyrannus, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I shimmy up his body, resting my chin on his bony shoulder with one leg still thrown over his. “Why are you telling me now?”

He puts his book down so he can wrap his strong arms around my torso. His smirk is unbelievably smug. “Have you ever heard of not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Snow?”

I roll my eyes. “Well, yeah. I’m just confused. I’ve been asking about your name on and off for months and you’ve always said no. So, why now?”

“Well,” Baz sighs, “I don’t like telling people my name because it’s ridiculous, but I knew you would thoroughly enjoy it. So I thought, ‘what’s a better six month anniversary present than making Snow laugh his beautiful arse off with my stupid name?’”

My brow pulls together. “What? It’s not-”

“Look at the clock, love.” He tilts his chin behind me. I twist around, and lo and behold, the clock reads 12:07 in glowing red numbers. It’s officially been our six month anniversary for seven minutes. I turn back to him with a huge smile and full heart.

“You sap,” I whisper. “And here I thought you were just going to make me breakfast.”

“Oh, I’m still doing that.” He dances his fingers up my back, bursts of sensation exploding across my skin. “I was thinking cherry pancakes and chocolate milk, because you are actually twelve.”

My stomach is grumbles instantly, and Baz snickers. Ugh, I adore him, but he’s such a bastard. I poke his shoulder with more force than necessary. “Keep talking like that and you won’t get your anniversary present.”

His face is unbelievably smug, lip quirked and thin eyebrow raised. “Oh? And that would be such a loss for me?”

I narrow my eyes. Oh he wants to be like that, huh? I smile and use one leg to grind down on his crotch, hard. Baz yelps and jolts like he’s touched an expose wire, clinging to me so hard I can feel his nails through my shirt. He glares at me with his razor sharp grey eyes, and I put on the biggest shit eating grin I can.

“Yes,” I purr, “you certainly would.”

“Bastard,” he grumbles.

“Aw, harsh words, Tyrannus.”

He groans, letting his loll back as he rubs the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to regret telling you, aren’t I?”

“Maybe. But...” I throw my legs over him, full on straddling his waist with arms draped across his shoulders. “I’m glad you did. Thanks for telling me.”

His face melts. I love when it does that. Every bit of muscle tension just fades away, replaced with simple calm happiness. He holds my waist, pressing us chest to chest. “You’re very much welcome, love. I’m happy to tell you anything.” Baz puts a strand of hair behind my ear and traces my jaw with one callused finger. That still makes me shudder. “I trust you, Simon.”

Damn. Six months later, and he still makes my heart melt into a goopy puddle. I smile as I lean down to kiss him. He kisses me back, and we fall into a familiar rhythm. His cool lips fit into mine like they were made for each other. My hands bury themselves in his soft hair. He runs those amazing callused violinist fingers across the small of my back. We know each other so well now, even better than before if that's possible. I tug on his hair just right to get him to moan into my mouth. And he reciprocates by digging his nails into my skin, pushing a gasp and shudder out of me. Fuck, I adore him, I’m crazy about him, shit, I-

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

Baz’s whole body freezes up. He pulls away from my lips with a wet pop, head almost slamming against the headboard. His pupils are huge in his wide eyes. He’s holding on to my hips with a death grip. We’re both panting, our heavy breathing loud in the night quiet room. Fuck. He looks so freaked out. I’m absolutely panicking. My heart is beating like a rabbit’s. I look down at the mattress.

“S-Sorry,” I say quietly. “I didn’t chew my words. That was impulsive. It just slipped out. D-Don’t feel like you have to say it back. I-”

“Do you mean it?” His voice is small, like a hopeful child. I look up again. His eyes are still wide. And his swollen red lips are slightly parted. It’s unbelievably distracting, which I don’t really need to be right now. I gulp down the lump in my throat. I may say stuff impulsively, but I wouldn’t lie about this.

I meet his eyes and nod slowly. “Yeah, I do.”

Everything happens far too fast. Suddenly, I’m flipped over on my back and pressed into the bed by the most intense kiss of my life. It makes my head spin, my toes curl, and stars explode behind my eyes. Baz keeps one hand on my face and the other over my heart. This kiss is even more all consuming than the one at Hampshire those many months ago. I feel like I’m about the melt into the mattress and through the floor until I hit the core of the Earth. And I’d be fine with it, because I’d die by Baz kissing me.

He finally pulls away. It takes us both far too long to catch our breaths. Baz keeps our foreheads and noses touching. He runs his bony finger over my cheek again and again. Even that is too overwhelming to let me to speak.

“I love you,” Baz whispers. “I love you so much, Simon. God, I've loved you almost since we met.”

All the air instantly leaves my lungs. I pull him down for another world stopping kiss. Our mouths move fervently, my hands clinging to his hair, him gripping my face. It’s like we’re over eager teenagers snogging in the back of a car. And I love it. I love him, so fucking much.

We separate when the unfortunate need for oxygen takes over. Baz hugs me, crushing us together, smiling against my cheek. “I thought I’d say it first,” he whispers playfully.

I laugh and wrap my arms around his back. “Well, I’m just full of surprises.”

His breathy laugh hits my face. “That you are, love.” Baz kisses just under my ear. Affectionate sap. ”Happy anniversary, Snow.”

“Mm.” I squeeze him even tighter. “Happy anniversary, Tyrannus.”

“Arsehole,” he grumbles. “Why do I love you again?”

“Because I’m nice and cute and really good in bed.”

Baz makes a dismissive noise. “I’d say adequate at best.”

I pinch his ankle with my toes and attempt to knee his stomach, but I don’t have enough room. I just sort of tap it, which makes him chuckle. “Bastard!”

“You love me,” he purrs.

Damn, he’s right. I love this stupid, teasing arsehole. So I kiss him again. We snog and laugh, rolling around my bed like idiots. I don’t know what we’re doing. Just tumbling and trying to grope every part of each other we can, it seems. Whatever. I’m having fun, with the man I love. Bloody Hell, I’m going to love calling him that.

There’s a banging on the other side of the wall, making Baz and I separate.

“Would you two keep it down?!” Penny’s voice is muffled, but I know she’s shouting. “It’s the middle of the night, you horny arseholes!”

“Give us a break, Pen!” I shout back. “It’s our six month anniversary and we’re in love!”

“Good for you! Shut up!”

Baz and I giggle together, still completely wrapped up in each other. He shimmies down and tucks his head under my chin, arms wrapping snug around me. He likes doing that, even though I’m shorter. He likes being close to me too.

“I love you,” he whispers against my chest.

I hold him tighter and nuzzle against his soft hair. I may have taken a strange journey of introspection and heteronormativity to end up here, but it was worth it. To be with Baz. Incredible, kind, gorgeous Baz. I’m so glad I met him. I’m so glad I fell in love with him.

“I love you, too.”

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AN: So I finished this fic, then realised the whole "Baz's first name" was never resolved. I couldn't think of any way to integrate it in naturally, so here's this. Also wanted them admitting their love for each other. Baz and Simon deserve to confess their love in any universe! Thank you for all so much for your kudos, likes, comments, and reblogs. They mean the world to me. You guys always make me smile :)

So I've got a couple more requests to get through, but I'm also working on my big bang, so idk if I'll finish them/post anything new before January. But I'll always been reblogging snowbaz shit on here, so stick around for that haha. Thank you all again. Hope you enjoyed this ridiculous fic! :D