#gives her pats on the head and lil teddy bear

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My little love

Chapter 14

Pairing: Bucky x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: bit of fluff I guess, smut, v fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, just a lil bit of cockwarming, lil bit of praise kink, shower sex, little bit of angst

A/N: three chapters in one week?? Enjoy the badly written smut…

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The sun was fading for the day. Leaving in its path a sky painted in pinks and purples that turned dark. The lake reflects the disappearing sunset while a breeze rolls over the top of the water. With a lantern at his side Bucky continues to read to Henry. It was just the two of them sitting on a blanket. Henry dressed in a cozy hoodie and sweats since he was somehow always cold. He rested his back against Bucky’s chest and looked over the pictures in the book. The orange teddy bear Bucky had bought for him tucked safely at his side.

The boy with big, big feelings was one of the books you had chosen. You hoped it would help Henry process and understand his emotions better since he had been so neglected in that area. The book should have been over quickly but he was curious and since both you and Bucky encouraged it, Henry felt safe enough to ask questions. Bucky stops when he feels his son’s head start to fall to the side. Closing the book he manages to stand and pick everything he brought with him. Henry rubbed away the sleepiness from his eye just as Bucky walked through the apartment door.

“Hey, jerk.” Steve said from the couch. He was leaning back with Lottie sitting next to him.

“Hey punk, I didn’t know they’d release you yet.”

“They didn’t.” You say as you walk in with a pillow in hand. “He snuck out and the nurses freaked. I had to call down and tell them he was fine.” You hand over the pillow so that Steve can prop himself up better.

“Hey sport.”

You snort at Steve’s greeting toward Henry. He rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Sorry, I just forget how old you are sometimes.”

Steve mutters something under his breath before turning his attention back to Henry.

“I heard you have a name now. Is that true?”

Henry nods his head.

“What’s your name?”

“Henry.”

“That’s a nice name.” Steve smiles.

“Tell him your full name bubs.” Bucky encourages.

“Henry Grant Barnes.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something but words fail him. He looks at Bucky and then at you. Steve can only huff out a small laugh as he comes to terms with what his best friends have done.

“You guys.”

“You saved our lives Steve,” you say “you almost died protecting Henry and me.”

“You love these kids like they’re your own, it’s the least we could do.” Bucky adds.

Steve clears his throat and smiles. His eyes were glossed over as he held back a tear or two.

“Steeb kay?” Lottie’s hand pats his cheek.

“Yeah sweetheart. I’m ok.”

“Kay. Bubba pay?” She looks over at her brother as she wiggles off of the couch. Her hand outstretched for Henry to take once Bucky set him on the floor. Together hand in hand they walk back to their shared room.

“They’re so cute.” Steve comments. “And how are you two doing?”

“We’re fine.”

“Be honest. You started raising a child together, then you started dating, then you found out you lost three and now you have a second child all in the span of like two and a half months. I’m pretty sure it’s ok to not be ok.”

“It’s a little overwhelming sometimes.” You say and immediately Bucky looks at you with concern. “Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. It’s just I want to give them everything they missed out on and I wish I could take away their pain. Especially Henry, it’s heartbreaking seeing the fear in his eyes if there’s an accident or something. He thinks we’ll punish him for it.”

Bucky nods in agreement. “Or when he goes really quiet and has this far away look in his eyes. It takes us a few seconds to get him back into the present.”

“You know you don’t have to do this alone right? We’ve got your back.”

“We know, but Henry is still very cautious around people and he gets overwhelmed when he’s introduced to too many people at once. It’s not the same as with Charlotte.”

“Well whenever he’s ready we’ll be here for him too. But I should go, the team medic would beat my ass if she knew I wasn’t resting.” He groans as he gets up, his face turning a shade of red because of the pain.

“Need help down to the medbay you relic?”

“Shut up, magnet.” You chuckle as you embrace Steve lightly. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Bucky ends up walking down with Steve to make sure he goes back to the medbay. While you head into the kids room. Lottie has already fallen asleep. Her head resting on Henry’s lap while he gently plays with her hair. He’s focused on only her, as he yawns. You knock softly on the doorframe to let him know you’re there.

“Hey bub, did she just fall asleep?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to move so she didn’t wake up.” He answers as he looks up at you.

“Do you want me to help you so that you can lay down too?”

“Yes please.”

You walk over to Lottie’s bed and shift her around so that Henry can get up. Once he slides out from under her you cover her up with her blanket and kiss her forehead.

“Alright sweet boy, are you ready for bed?” You whisper and he nods again.

While the other room was cleaned out and painted and the rest of the furniture was put together Henry’s bed was now in Lottie’s room. He walks over and lays down, allowing you to tuck him in.

“Did you have a good afternoon with dad?”

“Yeah. I went on the swings.”

“That sounds fun. What else did you do?” You say as you push his hair away from his face.

“We sat by the lake and he readed a book but I got sleepy.” He yawns again and you smile.

“Well sounds like a fun afternoon to me. Here’s your bear to keep you company, and what is the rule?”

“I can look for you if I have a bad dream or need something.”

“That’s right. Sweet dreams sunshine.” You kiss his forehead. Henry wraps his arms around your shoulders as best he can and hides his face in your neck. He lifts up the bed a little and you wrap your arms around him, returning the hug.

“I like being here, with you.”

“I like that you’re here with us.”

The hug lasts a few more seconds before he pulls back and gives you a shy smile. You tuck him in again and decide to stay until he’s asleep which only takes a few minutes. Before leaving the room you make sure the nightlight is on and slip out silently.

The warm water of the shower soothed your aching muscles. For some reason Charlotte has woken up with even more energy if that were possible. So your day was spent trying to tire her out. You sigh as your muscles slowly start to relax and then the door opens and closes and you tense slightly again. Strong arms wrap around you and you’re able to relax into Bucky’s hold.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

Bucky starts a trail of kisses on your shoulder. He works his way up your neck and then your cheek. His hands cup your breasts and he begins to tease your nipples. You gasp as he pinches and rolls the pebbled peaks between his fingers before one hand travels back down your body until his middle finger is working slow teasing circles around your clit. Bucky’s fingers slide between your folds until he’s at your entrance. He pushes one finger in while he continues to work your little bundle of nerves. One of your hands goes into his hair and you tug as you start to feel that coil tightening low in your belly. You turn to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss. Bucky adds another finger and you moan into the kiss.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You gonna come for me, sugar?”

“Yes… I’m gonna come.” You reply breathlessly. “Right there, Bucky. Please don’t stop.” You mewl as his pace gets faster.

“Be a good girl and come.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

His voice is deeper and it sends a shiver down your spine and all at once you come undone. If it weren’t for him holding you up you’d be on the floor of the shower. You could feel his hardened length against you and you reached behind you, stroking him slowly. Teasing him how he had teased you. Bucky turns you around and in one quick movement you’re off the ground and pinned between the wall and his body. Your legs wrap around his waist. His lips find yours in a languid kiss. Tongues fight for exploring each other’s mouths, hands roam freely and then Bucky lowers you onto his throbbing cock. He groans against your lips.

“So damn tight, sugar. So fucking good.” He says as he starts to roll his hips.

“Buck- oh fuck just like that.” You say as he sets a hard fast pace.

Your nails dig into his back enough to leave little crescent shaped indents on his skin. His mouth is everywhere. On your neck, on your chest, leaving open mouth kisses on your chin. It’s all too much and not enough as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts deep, touching places only he could and rendering you speechless. Your eyes roll to the back of your head once Bucky’s hand finds its way between your bodies. The movement of his fingers against your clit matches his thrusts. The coil in your belly winding up tighter and tighter the more Bucky keeps going.

“So fucking good. Gonna give me one more sugar?”

You nod unable to say anything.

“Give me one more, be my good girl. Oh, fuck just like that.” He says as you fall over the edge again.

You clench around him, his hips stutter and with a few more thrusts he spills into you. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck as he groans from his release. You run your fingers through his wet hair as you both just stay there in each other's embrace for a moment.

“You did so good for me. Let me clean you up, sugar.” He says as he pulls out and you whine at the loss.

“I was already clean before you came in here.”

“And then I came in here.” He smirks as he places his hand between your legs.

You purse your lips trying not to laugh but you fail.

“Shut up.” You push Bucky’s shoulder playfully before you take time to actually clean each other up.

Once you’re both done you head straight for bed. Bucky pulls you in close. His lips meet yours for a sweet almost chaste kiss.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

You sigh happily as you fall asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

“We found a lot of information on Henry.” Tony says from his place at the conference room table.

It had taken a few days to recover anything useful from the Siberia base since the explosion that almost took Steve’s life also ruined a lot of computers and servers. The team had already debriefed but now you all sat around waiting to hear what was found.

“Here is a list of experiments done on him.” Tony passes a folder to you and Bucky but you don’t bother to look at it. “His birthday is November 11th, 1966, but technically he’s seven years old. He knows three languages already. Knows how to use a handgun as well as some skills with a knife and some hand to hand combat. But most importantly he’s already been programmed to become the winter soldier.”

“Imagine what hydra would have done if we never found him.” Fury states. “Shield’s only concern is that if hydra gets their hands on Henry they will make sure he can’t be found again until he is completely trained. By then it might be too late to save him.”

“We’ve also picked up a lot of talk of trying to get Henry back. I can safely say that they are planning something. The next few months we are going to have to be extra vigilant to make sure we don’t give hydra the opportunity to attack.”

“I’ve already talked to T’Challa. When we met the night of the auction he offered Wakanda’s help to whoever it was that hydra was programming. His invitation still stands and we’re going.” Bucky says.

“Good. Make that trip as soon as possible.”

“We will.” You nod and with that Fury leaves.

“Before you two go I have something to show you.” Tony uses the remote in front of him and pulls up some videos. “We found very old training footage for Henry. It’s from 1989.”

A much smaller looking Henry is sitting in the middle of a room. He’s barely dressed and you can clearly see bruising all over his body. A doctor enters the frame and places something in front of him. Some cooing and babbling can be heard and then you see Lottie. She looks to be about nine months old, sitting in front of her brother. Her little hand pats his cheek and then Henry hugs her. A man’s voice is heard off camera but he’s speaking in Russian so you don’t understand what he’s saying.

“You have done a very good job with your knife skills, soldier.” Bucky leans into you and translates. “So you get to see your baby. But I’m afraid you won’t see her for a while so you must say goodbye.”

Henry holds on to Charlotte for dear life pleading for them to not take his baby away.

“Soldier, you didn’t complete your mission. You were supposed to kill the other child but you didn’t. Since you failed the mission you won’t see her anymore. Once you prove to us that you can follow directions we will consider letting you see her again.”

Henry begins to cry which makes Lottie cry. The same man from before walks into frame and begins to pull the siblings apart which in turn makes them scream and cry more. Henry gets up and kicks and punches the man who is taking away his sister.

“Shut it off.” You say desperately. “Shut it off.”

Tony turns off the tv just before you see the physical violence you were sure they endured. You hide your face in your hands as you try to calm down.

The room is quiet, no one says a word. Bucky gets up and walks out of the meeting.

“We don’t want to know if there are other videos like that. Destroy them for all I care.” You say and get up as well.

“Y/N wait, there’s a mission you’ll be needed on. We have to do the briefing.”

“Is the mission like right now?” You look at Steve.

“No, it’s in two days.”

“Ok then the briefing can wait for a few damn minutes while I make sure Bucky’s ok.”

You walk out without another word to anyone.

Bucky looked out onto the playground. Lottie and Henry running around without a care in the world. Each of them carried the bear he had bought them. He wasn’t surprised when you sat down next to him, silently waiting for him to be ready to talk about it.

“Are we supposed to just live the rest of our lives looking over our shoulder because of hydra? They deserve better than that. Our kids deserve to be able to go out and do whatever they want without being afraid that someone is going to kidnap them.” The gears in his metal arm whirled to life as he made a fist.

“Baby…” you moved closer to him, this time wrapping an arm around his back and leaning your head on his shoulders.

Henry picked his sister up easily and carried her around. Lottie kicked her feet and giggled as she held on tight. It’s obvious even without having seen each other in decades that their bond was unbreakable.

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was planning something. The look on his face was murderous and if you didn’t know that it was directed at all of hydra it would have scared you.

“Bucky, you can’t go through with whatever you’re planning.” You sit up straighter. Lottie calls you and waves before running up to get on the slide. “Bucky promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything.

“James, you can’t do it. Henry and Charlotte need you. And-“

“They have you.” Bucky says after finally looking at you. “No one would take care of them better than you.”

“No. They need you. What if something happens to you and they come after us? I can’t protect them alone. Besides, they need their father. I need you.”

You take a deep breath as you blink back tears.

“I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I just don’t know what to do to keep them safe. If hydra thought that they could get me back maybe they would forget about trying to get Lottie or Henry back. Then we could end them for good.” Bucky was talking quickly, desperation hanging on every word.

The kids run toward you hand in hand. They were smiling and unaware of the heaviness in both your hearts. Henry stops right in front of Bucky and throws his arms around his father’s neck. Hugs had quickly become his favorite form of physical affection.

“Can we watch Toy Story tonight, daddy?” He asked once he pulled away. Innocent blue eyes looking up at Bucky, full of hope that the answer is yes.

“Of course we can bub.”

“And can we have ice cream, mama?” He had turned to look at you. Your eyes softened as you looked from Lottie to him.

“Of course, sweet boy. Why don’t you start heading inside.”

“Ok.” He says happily as he and Lottie lock hands and start to walk toward the main building of the compound.

You and Bucky looked at each other, sharing the happiness of the moment between you. The tears that wanted to spill from your eyes were of joy.

“I promise.”

You take his face in your hands and kiss him.

“Thank you.” You tell him as you pull back.

“We should go before they get up to no good.”

“Partners in crime those two.” You smile as your hand finds Bucky’s.

Hydra was still a very real threat. One that wouldn’t be easy to take down. But at the moment the only thing you could be bothered to care about is your family. Hydra would still be there waiting in the shadows.

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[kaioshin-kai]

If I offered all of the supreme kais a hug one at a time how would they all separately react to my request? Would they accept it?

-*opens arms in preparation for the hugs*-

Yes! They all will accept. UwU

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Anato

He smirks a little. "A hug? I don't know. Have you been a good mortal?" He asked playfully before he hugs you and gently strokes your hair because he thought it looked so shiny and silky. He smiled sweetly as he lets go.

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Pell

"Wh-What?!" The kai's eyes widen as his face starts to glow a deep red. "A-Alright.. It's not everyday that a beautiful woman asks me for a hug.." He said before he carefully gives you a hug.

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Eyre

He chuckles awkwardly, looking to the side. "Who? Me?" He asked, just in case you weren't asking him. He was so nervous that he wasn't so sure! "Really?" Asked again, before he hugs you carefully. He blushed a little.

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Kuru

"Ohohohoh!! Oh my, how bold. ♥ Of course you want to hug me! Who wouldn't want to hug me!!" He said, followed up with a cheeky wink. "Good thing that I'm in a good mood, mortal!" Kuru said, giving you a hug. He's tall! Because of that... he lifts you up. How cute!

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Ogma

"M-Me? You want to hug me?" She asked shyly, wondering why you want to hug her. "Alright.." She gave you a hug, while gently petting your back. "Is this good?" Ogma smiled gently. She thinks that maybe you just really needed that hug, she hopes it helped.

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Fuwa

His face turned red, and he's nervously chuckling. "M-Me? Eh?" He looked away 'Oh goodness, she's cute.' he thought to himself. ".... C-C'mere! I-I'll give ya one!" He said as he pulls you into a big hug!! Fuwa is really soft... like a big teddy bear!

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Shin

He starts to fidget a little, looking away. Wondering why a mortal such as you would want to hug him "You really want a hug.. from me?" He looks up, making eye contact, as he asked you so cutely; He hugs you after you said "Yes."

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Iru

". . Oh my!" His face flustered and he starts to sweat a little. "O-Okay, I will... e-ehehehe... I'll give ya a hug.." He chuckles nervously, spreading his arms. He feels surprisingly soft!

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Roh

"Tch!" He folds his arms. "You got a whole lotta nerve, mortal." He looks to the side. How bratty. ". . . Hmph." But, lowkey.. He starts to feel a little bad. "O-Okay. Fine! Just one- I will repeat this! Only one hug!!" He said while pointing his finger to make very sure it is just for only one hug- He got hugged instantly. Cue the muffled sounds and his face glowing tomato red.

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Gowasu

He smiled gently. His looks so fatherly and warm, it was something very natural coming from him. "Want to drink some tea after?" He offered to you. As you smiled back and said "Yes." he poured you a cup of tea before he gave you a warm hug. You would feel gentle pats on your back. "I used to drink tea around the same time with my former student." He smiled before he lets go, moving back to his chair. "Want some macarons?" He offered, genuinely enjoying the company.

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Khai

"H-Huh?!" His eyes widened. 'Why would a mortal ask for something like that?' He thought to himself while he squints his eyes a little. Suspicious of you. However, you look pretty innocent though, it made him look away from a moment. He feels a little guilty for suspecting you, maybe he was being too harsh? "Hmph. Alright, alright.. Come here..." He said as he started to blush a little. Giving you a lil' hug.

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Agu

He smiled brightly at you. "You really want a hug?" Agu asked, tilting his head. He knows the answer, though. But he likes to hear it. He thought it was really cute. Of course he gives you a big hug! 'What a sweet mortal.' He thought to himself.

[the-roo-too]

candy -> oh haewon ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- the fact that you stick with her through the goofy humour. i feel like she might’ve been worried she’d scare you off with the sarcastic-ish behaviour. every time you laugh along with her at something very haewon, she falls in love with you again

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- a thigh girl, she loves to squeeze them. no matter what figure you are, she adores your legs. personal pillows on the occasions she’s laying on you

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- she likes every way, but her favourite is just spooning you. she’s the leader and she likes having things in control :( also she can draw cute lil shapes on your tummy or thigh that way

dates (what’s her ideal date)- go dance with her please :(( really her ideal date would be her sitting in the studio, you come in with coffees for the both of you and you letting her teach you some silly dance <3

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- haewon 👏 is 👏 open 👏 with 👏 you👏 although her demeanour makes a slight impact on the way you interpret her

family (does she want one)- she already has it all planned out, you will have two sons, both of which will be cats

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- your hands need to be swinging. it’s a physical need. bonus points if you’re jumping with your steps. but that’s only in your dorm 😭 she won’t ever jump around near her members or the teasing would get higher than her ego

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- she kinda stops in her tracks. my girl needs to process what she just saw. if it’s a minor thing she just pats your head 😭 ‘ur fine bby’ and walks away

jokes (does she like to joke around)- she’s naturally funny like ��� i don’t think she would go all out and spill some goofy ah jokes, she just relies on her natural charm

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- anywhere to be honest. she loves kissing you! <33 wonie kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, hands, etc. if she’s feeling particularly playful she’s give you a smooch and pull away with a loud ‘mwah’

love (what’s her love language)- very aggressive acts of service. you’re sitting and watching stars and she throws a blanket at you (also climbs to hog you under it). you mention you’re thirsty? haewon disappears for ten minutes and comes back with three different drinks that she knows you like and makes you drink them all so you’re not dehydrated

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- it’s a bit mean, but when you were visiting her once during practice, you tipped over one of the girl’s water bottles. that made her laugh and she brings up the incident every couple weeks, of course only if you don’t mind it

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- haewon is a teddy bear. soft and warm <33 you can cuddle up to her, she can cuddle up to you, she doesn’t really care. as long as you’re both comfy

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- the goofy ah faces she makes. that’s it, i’m not explaining this one 🥲

pet names (what does she like to call you)- honey! because she’s a bear yk. also maybe bee, if you’re shorter than her. she uses love passively-aggressively ‘ma love 👹’

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- she would love it if you wanted to dance with her. doesn’t even matter if it’s nmixx’s dances, she just wants to vibe together. but if you learn tank or o.o, haewon is gonna show you off to every living soul in jyp ent

rush (does she rush into things)- haewon? rushing something? nah. unless you say you want to learn her dance or something. she rushes into studio then

secrets (how open is she with you)- my girl physically fights her members if they give you comeback spoilers 😭 other than that, no secrets, you’re both very open. she drops facts from her day randomly so you know everything always

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- she made you confess 😭 in the sense that she was playing around with you, playfully jabbing at you so it looked like ‘you like me, don’t you~?’ ‘what if i do!’ ‘awh, i love you too!’

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- haewon just hugs you :(( if someone made you upset, their days are counted, but if you’re just having a bad day, she has all the hugs to give you. will probably also send little encouraging messages so you remember she loves you very much <33

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- she will f i g h t and i am deadass serious. if you both come out and there is a single soul saying something bad about you, haewon has got some suspicious team tracking down their ip

warrior (how often do you fight)- haewon is naturally sarcastic so sometimes when you start fighting her over something, at first she might think your joking, especially because you don’t argue often.

x-ray (is she able to read you)- to some extent. as i said before, she sometimes doesn’t get if you’re both being serious or joking around, but she tries the best to always read the room. please give my girl bonus points for the effort :(((

yes (how would she propose to you)- she already proposed to me sorry guys she doesn’t actually make it all that romantic. haewon takes you out on a normal date, you’re in some park watching dogs and stuff. she suddenly says if you’d like to adopt a pet together after you get married and of course you agree because duh. she gets down on her knee and asks if you wanna go adopt a pet right now

zen (what makes her feel calm)- when haewon is stressed, she likes to just feel your presence around. best way if she can wrap her arm around you and just kind of side hug you :((

part of [the fluff series]

[noisydiary]

change your mind

You have 3 new voice messages.

First message.

”Hey, kid. I know you’re doin’ your best trying to reach out about your problems, but I am not an HR department. Can you try talking with Agent Deadlock before asking me to step in? She is a reasonable woman, I’m sure you two can figure out something- civilly. If you can’t, then you can call and say things didn’t work out. I’ll step in then. Until that, though, give it the college try.”

Second message…

—

The remaining messages flew over Gekko’s head, seeing as it was just spam in the end. No one calls anymore- except Brimstone, his mother, and spam callers asking about his cars extended warranty. Regardless, Brimstone’s words sat on Gekko’s thoughts, bringing back the queasiness he’d squashed in reaching out. “Ahh… He’s not gonna let this be easy, eh?”

’Bwrr?’ chirped Mosh, swirling in the fanny pack across Gekko’s chest.

“Ayy, lil guy— It’s okay. ‘s not your fault she doesn’t like ya.”

Mosh rustled the bag as he swirled around, gurgling in malcontent. His intent was clear as he slushed around, getting a chuckle out of Gekko, “Tranquilo, tranquilo, you heard what boss man said. It’s gonna be fiiine, we’ll say her.”

Gekko’s words were followed by further sloshing of Mosh in his bag, settling as Wingman came up to the bed, tapping on Gekko’s knees as he cried, ’Gab, gab! Grhh gab…’

“I know, I know- but you’re cool, Wingman.”

’Gabbab!!’ cried Wingman, giving his best ‘Hell yeah!’- at least, that was the vibe. As for the rest of the crew, Dizzy was more than happy being left to her nap on Gekko’s pillow- and Thresh… Well, Thresh had her own opinion, though she didn’t seem very talkative at the moment, sticking to destroying a toy and glaring over every so often.

Gekko patted Wingman’s head, “So, got a game plan?”

’Gab! Ghh… gab gab, gabb gab?’ Wild as his cries seemed from any outsider, Gekko got the message loud and clear, gently petting Wingman’s head as he shook his own. “Nah, dude- I don’t think just winning her over with y’all would work. I don’t wanna risk hurting my buds in the process…”

A loud growl came from Thresh as she heard Gekko, tearing into her teddy bear further in response. “No, you can’t tear into her! Look, it might be nice at first, but that’s an agent. Just cause she’s- well. Yeah. But! It’s not impossible. We just- have to convince her you guys are trained! Right?”

’Gab!!’ Wingman chirped, hopping up and down in excitement- getting Gekko’s attention in return, as he plucked Wingman up before placing him into his lap.

“That’s the idea, then? We just- show her y’all are domesticated! Yeah! That’s gotta work.”

A few cheers came from Mosh and Wingman as they gabbed along, waking Dizzy from her nap. She yawned and crawled to join Wingman in Gekko’s lap, though was soon interrupted as Gekko shot to his feet. He let Wingman down onto the ground as he stood, turning to see Dizzy and plucked her up, “Yeah!! There’s no way she can say no to you guys-“

Still dazed from her nap, Dizzy let off a lil yawn as she nodded to whatever Gekko just said- before Gekko pulled her into a spare section of his fanny pack, nestled next to Mosh. Backing up to the hallway, he turned to Thresh and her destroyed toy, “You stay here, sí?”

Thresh growled in response, letting off a grumble of agreement. Taking that as a yes, he turned back to the hallway and shut the door, with Wingman scootching through the gap before the door shut entirely. With that, the crew made their way down to the new agent’s room, checking that the number was correct before Gekko knocked against the door. May as well do this quick… His knock went hollow for a good few beats, before he heard the door unlock and creak open a smidge, just enough for Deadlock to peer through. With another beat, she grit her teeth before speaking, “Gekko.”

“Yeah-… Hey, can we talk real quick?” Gekko flashed a half hearted smile, his lips pressed thin in doing so- feeling as Wingman caught up and hid behind his leg, peering out to look at Deadlock.

Deadlock, in turn, glared back to the creature, her eyes narrowing as she watched it intently before looking at Gekko once more, “Leave your creatures at the door, then yes.”

“Aaactually, that’s- kinda what I’m here for, my buds I mean. Uh, I’d- really appreciate if we could talk about them real fast-“ Gekko pressed forward, if more moving as he spoke, gesturing to his bag and Wingman. “See, I mean, I dunno ‘bout you, but- if we could just-“

“Nei, they stay at the door.” Deadlock’s response was firm, seeing as her posture stiffened even at the idea of them entering her room.

The thought was irrational from Gekko’s point, but there was no arguing with a soldier licking her wounds. That was the best he could guess from what little he’s heard of her. Didn’t excuse her actions, though- not to him and his crew. Dejected, Gekko turned his head down to Wingman, who still glowered at Deadlock. “Oye, relájate- Go hang out in the common room.”

Wingman drew his attention from the creature killer, turning his head up to Gekko with a ’Gyh?’

“Go- I won’t be long.” Flashing a smile down, Wingman heeded Gekko’s command, moving to leave- giving one last sulk in Deadlock’s direction before running off. Following his leave, Gekko turned his head back to the door, gesturing to the bag across his chest, “These guys too? They won’t come out unless I tell ‘em to.”

Mosh rustled in the bag, staying quiet, but announcing his presence. Turning her attention to the bag, Deadlock looked it over, her mechanical hand tightening it’s grip on the door as she huffed, “You’re certain it’s secure?”

“Yeah!” Gekko patted the bag, hearing a chirp from Dizzy as she was shifted, “Oh- sorry…”

’Mrrp-‘ Dizzy settled after that, tucking back into her ball as she quieted down.

“You’re certain?”

“Oh, hundred percent.” Gekko beamed, before seeing as Deadlock watched the bag, still hesitant to open the door. He popped his lips, before moving and taking off the bag, “But uh— I can leave ‘em out here if you’re still worried.”

“Ja, vær så snill.”

Having guessed she’d said something in agreement, Gekko unbuckled the pack’s strap, before setting it down next to her door. He stood up straight, motioning to the pack as he spoke, a touch more irritated. “There, happy?”

Nodding, Deadlock opened the door fully, letting Gekko enter. He gave a last glance to the pack before stepping inside, seeing Gekko’s rather empty dorm. Few of her boxes had been opened, except a few that held clothes and other necessities- but there were few boxes to begin with. Deadlock made her way to sit at her desk, resting her arms on her knees as she looked up to Gekko, “So, your creatures. What needs discussing? I thought I’ve made my stance on them quite clear.”

“Yeahh… You have.” Gekko clasped his hands together as he dodged around her opinion, “Look. I dunno what you’ve got goin’ on, but it would be really nice if you could lay off calling them demons and stuff. They’re not bad! They’re-“

“Creatures from Kingdom.” Deadlock’s jaw clenched up as she spoke, with bitterness sitting in her words, “They can’t be trusted, nor can you.”

“Hey!” Gekko shouted, his calmer demeanor falling off at the assumption. “I mean no offense, you are quite a capable coworker, but I would not put my faith in the creatures you loft about. You don’t know when they will betray you.”

Her words came less of a threat, and more of what felt like a warning- as her eyes clouded with the thoughts that passed her lips. Granted, Gekko was told little about Deadlock, Sova and Killjoy told Protocol the bare minimum as to her arrival, that a mission of hers went south and she would work with them for a spell. Other than that, he had to guess the rest. His grip on his hands tightened as he pressed, “Ay, you don’t know them like I do!! Heck— they’re not Kingdom’s anymore, neither am I! I don’t even- They- They’re my friends, man. No, no- they’re mi familia. I saved them, now they save my ass, and yours! You could give them a little more credit-“

“No.” Deadlock held firm, hissing out words as she continued, “You have no idea what any of Kingdom’s creatures can do. The minute you lose control is the minute someone will die. Your optimism of creatures you don’t understand is childish.”

It took all the restraint Gekko had to contain his initial reaction, calming down so as not to escalate this further. She is a rational woman. She is a rational woman- She has to have her reasons.

Taking a breath, he eased off, letting go of his hands and raising them in defeat, “Okay, okay, you don’t have to be rude about it.”

“Hmph.” In turn, Deadlock seemed to lay off, leaning back into her chair. “If this was all you wanted to discuss-“

“No, actually. I- wanted to try and understand. I don’t get why you hate my crew. It doesn’t make sense to me, I mean— Have you seen Wingman? He’s the cutest little guy! I mean, come on-“

“I do not understand how you see these specimens as ‘friends’, they are a threat.” Seeing the impasse before them, Gekko went quiet, knowing Deadlock didn’t want to budge. He looked off and saw the room around them once more, seeing the lack of any real emotional connection- the cold metal walls and floor left undecorated. Appealing to the ‘ethos’ of Deadlock wasn’t going to work, but something else could. He turned his attention back to Deadlock, tilting his head as he inquired, “Can you tell me why? I don’t really get that part.”

“What is there not to understand?”

“I- look, I get that Kingdom’s bad and all. They’re awful- but why do you have to take it out on me and my little guys?”

“Your creatures, they are from Kingdom, ja?”

“Yeah-“

“There is no saying to how they would react when under any number of circumstances. You cannot ensure that they would not lash out if given the chance.”

Taking her words as they were, Gekko let them sit for a moment, thinking on it. He then stepped closer, gesturing, “Well, you mind telling me what might happen? I dunno what you think they’ll do, but they listen to me.”

“Anything created by Kingdom- or tested on, or anything else you care to think of, could hurt someone.”

“And you know from experience, right? I mean, that’s what happened on your mission, yeah?”

Deadlock tensed up at that, as her real hand rubbed the wrist of her prosthetic. She answered curtly, “Yes.”

“…Mind tellin’ me what happened? For real?”

“I do.” Shifting her weight, her hands balled into fists as she looked off, “The most you need to know is that anything Kingdom makes is dangerous. Regardless of if it is still owned by Kingdom or not. You cannot trust any of their creatures.” “I can trust them, I dunno why you can’t. Or at least, I don’t know why you can’t try. Wingman’s saved your ass a few times now, same with Dizzy and Thresh-“

Deadlock snapped her head up to Gekko, her expression tired as she glared, “I have my reasons.”

“Then let me show you mine? Pleaseee- They’re not that bad, you just have to give ‘em a shot. If you can’t do that, then can you please stop callin’ them monsters? They’re helping you, and as long as I know ‘em, I won’t let them hurt you-“

“No!” Deadlock snapped, yelling back as she stood up, “Those creatures will turn, and I want them nowhere near me when they do-“

“They’re not whatever you faced, Deadlock.” Gekko responded firm, staying flat as Deadlock lashed out.

That seemed to get her to pause, looking at Gekko as he kept his ground. “They’re not. They’re not monsters, they’re not demons, they’re my friends. They’re not whatever you think they are, and before you keep yelling at them, maybe you need to realise they’re not one and the same. You yelling at them isn’t gonna fix what went wrong that day. I don’t know what happened, but it’s just not, okay? I can’t fix your issue with Kingdom, I can’t fix your issue with beasts- but I can show you that my guys won’t hurt you. If you can’t handle that, then can you just silencio about it?? I’m sick of hearing you hate on ‘em just cause you’ve got problems that they did nothing about.”

It seemed that much came through quite clear for Deadlock, leaving her quiet. She watched as Gekko backed off, sticking his hands into his pockets as he turned to leave. “I get it, you don’t like ‘em- I just want to try and fix that. They don’t deserve your hate, okay? We don’t.”

Deadlock stayed quiet still, her lips parted as if to speak, before her eyes drifted off. Her prosthetic flinched, before she let off a softer sigh, “…sorry.”

“Eh?” Turning back, he saw as Deadlocks head stayed bowed, as she fumbled to piece together the right words. “You are right, and I apologise. They are not the same.” Deadlock swayed her head back upright as she continued, “It does not stop me from being weary, but they aren’t the same. Not… exactly.”

“Yeah?”

“Ja.”

“Well- cool. Cool. Then, we’re good? You’re gonna play nice?” Gekko came on a little stronger there, as his voice lightened.

“Maybe. No promises.” Deadlock let off a little chuckle, “I can’t promise I won’t shoot any Omega creatures.”

“Nah, nah- that’s fine. Keeps us safe. Just don’t go hurtin’ mine.”

Deadlock gave a nod in return, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Beaming, Gekko turned back fully, “Thanks Deadlock.”

With another nod, Deadlock gestured back towards the door- though through some crossed wires to Gekko, he reached back and shook her hand. Excited, he turned and headed out, still beaming as he picked up his fanny pack from outside. Deadlock let off a little sigh of relief as she followed, watching him cheer down the hall as she shut the door. ☾ | so i love gekko, and i love deadlock and because i don't want my favourites hating each other, i wrote this half a mind to write smth of deadlock trying to properly meet the creatures and gekko excitedly trying to introduce the crew to her- all stressed tf out but trying to understand a little better/put her experience behind her and move on

[greycaelum]

Hi grey!

I found this on facebook and I'm imagining Kouki like this.

https://fb.watch/awZFhRC7fY/

I wonder what Satoru's and Y/N's reaction would be. 😃

Hello!

Kawaii, Kikufuku going to his first doctor's appointment! (✷‿✷)(≧▽≦)

• Fitting Kouki into the Pigg-O-Stat is easy with Satoru diverting the lil' mochi's attention by instructing him to lift his hands as you heave him up to sit in the contraption.

• Satoru even brought the Cinnamoroll Plushie that was once the give away in Kouki's baby shower and now one of the lil' mochi's security/comfort teddy bear.

• "Stop that," you flick Satoru's forehead. Your husband is grinning ear to ear while shooting 100 pics in 3 seconds as you comfort the uneasy mochi looking at you both with puppy eyes.

• "Kikufuku, say cheese," Satoru ignored you and encourage Kouki to smile instead.

• The radiologic technologist asked if you're going to stay behind but Satoru offered to be the one while you watch from the door.

• Along the exam Satoru just talked with Kouki distracting the mochi from his nervousness. It didn't took long before the exam ended and you entered the room.

• "Miss can you take a picture of us?" Satoru called the staff and gave her the camera pulling you to the other side. "Hold your hand up Hon," Satoru instructed you and lift his hand up just like Kouki still inside the Pigg-O-Stat. "Say cheese!"

• "Were you scared?" You asked your sweet mochi while dressing him back to his clothes. Kouki nodded and fit his arms in the sleeves. "It's okay to be scared, next time, you'll also be just fine." You ruffle his thick hair and smiled.

• "Good job buddy, want to eat ice cream or cream puffs?" Satoru squatted down and beckoned his son to his arms for head pats and hugs. "Ice cream," Kouki encircled his arms around Satoru's neck and Satoru stood up depositing the Cinnamoroll Plushie in Kouki's arms and hold your hand tugging you two out of the room to get the results and continue the Saturday family date of yours.

• Later that night...

• "He looks like a sushi roll inside," Satoru kept laughing while slipping in the photos earlier today in the album.

• "Once he find those when he's older, I bet you he's going to hide those," you warned him and pick up a photo, the one with the three of you holding your arms up posing for the camera, a wide smile on both of your faces and a confused look adorning the precious mochi's face.

• "Not if I hide one and show it to his girlfriend first," Satoru snickered plucking out the photo in your hand and slip it in the cabinet of his bedside table. The door pushed open and Kouki in his tiger onesies came in dragging his plushie with a sleepy look on his face. Satoru instinctively jump back to the bed as the lil' mochi climb in the California king bed, curling to Satoru's side and doze off to sleep.

• "He's too cute to be blackmailed," Satoru chuckled while brushing the artic locks draping on Kouki's forehead.

The horror of baby photos, ⊙﹏⊙(≧▽≦)

—Grey,

[phoenix-manga]

First years who get along with Pokémon:

The first years got used to the sight of Pokemon in the school, what they didn’t expect to get used to was when some of her Pokemon started hanging around them.

Ace + Swablu

“Would you get off?! My hair is not a nest for you!”

It's no secret that Swablu finds Ace, or most likely his hair, a very comfortable nesting spot. No matter how soft the wings were there was a time and place for perching on his head. He wouldn't have minded when it was just private but Swablu does it every time it sees him.

He's getting embarrassed in public with how uncool he looks with something soft and adorable on his head. He can't deny that Swablu is cute but he prefers to look cool.

Even though Phoebe tells him that Swablu is just as strong, he can't get over the plushy look.

Deuce + Staraptor

“This is so cool! Riding it feels like a magical wheel but in the air!”

Deuce can relate to Staraptor on a few things, the rivalry, both want to make their moms proud, and can go feral to protect their friends. Deuce finds the Pokémon cool, it has a badass look and the way it fights in the air is incredible. He can only imagine what it felt like to ride it.

Wish granted. Phoebe shoves Deuce onto Staraptor's back and off they went. He was terrified at first but after thinking it's like a riding a broom, he was able to get used to it. The wind on his face felt really nice and the view from above was breathtaking.

He wished he had the ability to tame something as cool as Staraptor. The Pokémon adores Deuce and would often times greet him by picking him up by the shoulders and fly off. That is one thing that Deuce does NOT enjoy but he can't stay mad at Staraptor.

Jack + Bewear

“I can’t go five feet without seeing you in the area, can I?... Ugh, fine you can tag along, just don’t hug me right now...”

He underestimated how strong Bewear is, despite the cute appearance it was a powerhouse. Phoebe got tired of him saying that Bewear looked soft but after taking up her offer to have him spar with the Pokémon he kept his mouth shut.

The "soft" paws hit him so hard his feet left skid marks on the dirt when he tried to tank the hit. Bewear is very doting towards Jack though, giving him a careful bear hug and patting his head as if it was one of it's cubs.

Bewear likes to follow Jack whenever it spots him. The faster Jack tried to run to avoid it, Bewear caught up to his speed which was amusing for those who saw it but terrifying for Jack. The only time Jack appreciates Bewear was when one of the Savannaclaw students mocked him for playing with a teddy bear, Bewear ran up to the student with lightning speed and smacked him on the back of the head. The impact made a small crater.

Epel + Mimikyu

“Who knew that a lil guy like you can be so strong!”

Mimikyu took a liking to Epel for some reason. Maybe it sensed how he wants to be seen as strong but is always called fragile and dainty. Epel thought Mimikyu looked frail at first but after seeing how it knocked out some thugs who tried to pick it up, he's changed his opinion.

He has no idea where Mimikyu pops out from and he is startled every time. He got used to it happening though and calms down when he realizes it was Mimikyu. Epel carving Mimikyu on an apple is adorable and the Pokémon is grateful for his gift. Little thing holds his hand with it's shadow hand. Mimikyu tried carving apples but due to the lack of opposable thumbs it came out sloppy, but it tried its best!

Sebek + Politoed

“Lilia-sama, please don’t open that door! That green menace is back to torment me and young master- LILIA-SAMA GET YOUR HAND AWAY FROM THE DOOR-!!!”

Phoebe didn't expect her Politoed to warm up to Sebek of all people. The one who talks in caps and every word in his dictionary is "waka-sama". The happy Pokémon hopping right up to Sebek and hugging his leg to say hello was an amusing sight for Lilia and Phoebe, Sebek is not amused though.

He yells at it to go away one time but Politoed thought it was a game and Hyper Voiced back at him which was the only time he was forced to use indoor voice for the duration of the day.

Politoed is very welcomed at Diasomnia, it likes to hop over Silver who is napping, chasing Lilia through the dorm to play hide and seek. The one time Malleus sees Sebek trying to pry Politoed off, the horned-fae was greeted by Politoed who shook his hand and danced around him.

Sebek took Malleus' silence as offense and proceeded to chase Politoed who happily ran off. Malleus wasn't offended... He was just so touched by the friendliness that he was shocked into silence.

[boytouya]

Hello I wanted to ask if I may request Mirio and Tamaki with s/o who loves stuffies specifically a lamb stuffie that they carry around everywhere and without it he gets anxious. Thank you so much!!!

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐭𝐞𝐦

a/n: now is my time to shine. i have over 60 teddy bears (yes they all have names😌) and two giant ones. i was born for this request

Warnings: None! but bad puns

The first head to make an entrance from behind the wall belongs to your favorite teddy bear, a lamb with soft fur and welcoming eyes. You poke your head after it does too, capturing the sight of your boyfriends shedding their hero costumes. Mirio is the first to notice you, smiling wide as he pulls his cape over his head.

You venture over quietly, holding the bear tight against your chest as you mutter out, “How was work?”

Amajiki jumps, his hair flying up and over his face as he turns to meet your gaze with a wry smile. Mirio laughs, placing his large hand on Tamaki’s shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. Both of his significant others were timid, jumping out of their skin at the slightest chance of anything going wrong, hiding behind his large frame when they felt the need to be covered.

“Oh, hi, Sunflower.” Amajiki gives you the tiniest smile as he pushes some of his hair behind his ear. He pats the lamb on your chest, mumbling “Hello to you too.”

“The same as always!” Mirio chimes, wrapping his arm around the both of you as he walks to the bathroom, pulling you along with him. “Only this time a little bit stinkier.”

You have teddybears all over the house. Most in your shared room taking up all the bed space, but some scattered throughout the living room, on shelves, hidden in surprise places in the bathroom, decorating the kitchen… It was like you owned your own personal Build A Bear.

“Excuse me, Cinnamon.” Mirio picks up the brown and white bear (that looks like a bunny) and plops her down on the closest surface. All of your stuffies were comfort items, they all meant something to you and you’d hate to see them mistreated. So your boyfriends treated them as though they were human.

Mirio strips after turning on the faucet to the bathtub without an issue, checking the water with his right hand and plugging the drain using his right. Amajiki, sputtering about being embarrassed, strips too. The bear that you held tightly against your chest is nowhere to be found as you squeeze your body, making your plummet straight into a frenzied panic.

“Where did they go? I just had- I lost-” You’re unable to hear yourself past your own breathing, loud and ragged and quick, making Tamaki quickly pull his shirt back over his head and rush to your side.

“It’s okay. Me and..We’ll find him.” He says, giving you a wobbly smile that’s supposed to be reassuring but you can sense doubt in the pessimist's voice. You can practically hear him think.

“Don’t worry about it, you two! We’ll find them and reunite them with you!” Mirio wraps his arms around the both of you and leads you through gentle breaths. He had somehow managed to change despite the fact that he hadn’t even bathed or left the room. “First we should retrace our steps.”

The idea doesn’t go well after a couple minutes, you find it better to just look as fast as you can. Your lamb was your best friend, it grounded you better than anyone else can (but your boyfriends were a close second), no matter how much teasing you got for having it while being a boy, it only ever made you feel better. What if you never found it?

“...Please don’t cry...sweet boy.” Tamaki winces at his attempt to use a new pet name. Your hands meet your cheeks as you let out a strangled sound, and the tips of your fingers become damp.

“Wah!! Look who I found!” Mirio yells into the air, raising his right hand to show off your lamb. He smiles wide, calling you over and pretending to speak for the bear.

“Don’t cry over lil’ ol’ me,” He makes it say. “I got a joke to make you feel better. What do you call a dancing lamb? A baa-lerina!” You would groan and muffle your laughter under different circumstances, but seeing the stuffy makes you let out a laugh of relief, quickly thanking your boyfriends and holding the bear tight.

“Oh...I have one too.” Amajiki pats the lamb on the head. The two of them really did love you, learning jokes about lambs and finding your comfort item after hours just for you. Where do lambs take a bath?...In a baaaa-th tub….” It sounds more like a wail than a sheep sound, but it makes you laugh anyway. And that’s what matters.

[muffindaddystyles]

Please write more of Dove and Harry ? You’d earlier written in ne where she gets lost and Harry can’t find her…. Please some more like that. I really like reading protective Harry for his kids especially daughters!

HARRY HATES A CERATIN PINK BICYCLE BUT DOVE THINKS OTHERWISE :D

Harry has never been this stingy towards things. You don’t hold a beef with stuff round you, right? You hold beefs with actual hell of people who're mighty pests in the name of human being.

But, this. Oh damn this. Four wheeler little pink bicycle, that have sparkling pom-poms around it’s handles, a cute yellow basket corked to it's front and rainbow coloured cups hanging from the back of it’s seat that cackles whenever the wheels roll.

It’s the most obnoxious transporting vehicle, Harry had seen in his whole life. He's kind of grousing in the corner that why out of trillion of toys auntie Gemma had to prove herself the best aunt in the whole world alive and chose this hideous gaggingly pink bicycle.

It just doesn’t makes sense to gift it to a three years old! And when that three years old’s a headstrong little thing, with wilfulness of her daddy and the marbles of kitten in replacement of those eyes.

“Daddy we’ll ‘ve fun, promise!” Her ‘r' vanishes into a whistle since she’s still wary onto speaking huge words, babbling her daddy’s ears off with random shite doesn’t count.

Sometimes Harry thinks; that his 50 years old mum's prisoned and captured into a dainty body of three years old -- and his time has come to get bossed around and scolded for his own good sake.

His mommy in the guise of his little dove.

“How’s tha’ missy!?” Harry squints down at her with his hands fisted on his hips. His fake scowl breaks into a fluttery smile when dove with her grubby pudgy hands pushed the bicycle around, her boot clad feet stomping against the hardwood floor, “Like this daddy!” Her chest heaved from getting tired of pushing it around in circles.

“Y'gonna put y’old man to labour?” When she sees her dad’s strictness resolving into contemplating the idea she squeals out giggles making Harry flinch and cover his ears, He’s sure he’ll end up deaf in his fifties.

Harry feels his chest warm and gooey with fond when she jumps on her tippy toes and wraps herself around Harry’s calves.

“Kay, teddy bear enough of butterin’ dada up.” Harry grunted through his nose ducking down to scoop her up in his embrace and she instantly loops her arms around his neck, her button rosy nose twitching with happiness as she patted his cheek with a toothy grin.

Harry shook his head at her brains, his eyes closed and lips thinned while he tries to announce it to her in the most dramatic way.

“Why’re you the way you’re dovie? He sighs and her response doesn’t baffles him any, “’Cos you.” She whispers into his ear as if it’s the most secretive thing in the world getting his cheek and earlobe wet with her drool.

“Yeah, cos' ‘m your inventor. My bad.”

.

That’s how they ended up here in the living room since Harry’s still hesitant and scared to let her ride the bicycle outside.

She makes sweet and loud kissy noises dangling her feet in a rhythm messing the already bombed up curls of Harry while he puts protection pads around her knees, he leaned more onto his shins adjusting the strap of her helmet and pinched her chin to make her look at him.

“Hello baby –..,” He opened his mouth to give her instructions when she cut him off with a cute whiny huff and the fold of her arms round her small body, “Daddy ‘m no baby.” Harry rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and bats his lashes.

“F'me you’re.” He tuts with a coo and took her wrist gently to help her slide down the sofa before she could possibly terrorise him more, sometimes Harry has this aching urge to laugh at her statements but it’s not right to his lil bean so he does it when he’s alone to not to hurt her feelings.

She refused any kind of guidance from him with just a single gesture of her palm (he doesn't know how she manages to behave like a 30 at her 3) and he ended up helping her wiggle her bum up the seat anyhow, “Hmm. Y'already know the deal dovlin'.” He knocks on her pink helmet which has tiny cows on it.

She bobbed her head and puckered her lips, Harry being her best telepathic communicator gets the sign and forwards his cheek for her to kiss it.

“Love y'daddy.” Her affection for her dad muffling against his stubble and in droopy voice he mimics her with bright teasing eyes, “wuveee you daddy.”

“Back to work!” Harry commanded moving towards the end of cycle and squeezed her neck tenderly before pushing her around and giggles happily when she squealed out in utter thrill.

“Weeeeeeoiiii!!” Harry joins her putting aside the fact he was very against it moments ago, but the little fun does no harm, right? He did think so.

It has always happened to him in this particular order whenever the things gets into their happy track a downfall is always written for them, just like the time when dove got sick and wouldn’t get any better taking her to hospital got crucial only for them to come back to their family being there for them her grandma and auntie Gems were their to get her recover but she got sick again.

“Alone!” She grumbles trying to move Harry’s hands away but he grips it tighter, “’M big!” She complains feet reaching for the paddles that took a swing.

“Hands on handles!” Not in a mood for her to throw a tantrum after such exhilarating moment Harry dismissed her off with a bit of frown, “Hands on handles! Hands —--,” He shouts anxiously heartbeat racing painfully against his ribs and he feels time slowing down as he watches dove losing her balance – but – puffs out in relief when she thumps against the sofa.

“Shit!” He cries out when the cycle tumbles along dove and falls on her, the poor baby didn’t even got time to process what's happening before the metal basket hits her bottom lip and her elbow hard.

Harry’s fear reeling infront of him, deafening him for a moment.

Immediately, He throws it away from over her half assed about where it lands and bunched her in his arms protectively. Cradling his sweet baby’s face in his palm and his eyes watered up at the bleeding lip and more abrasions on her elbow.

He sucks in a whimper when she tries even not to sniffle being a brave girl for her dad and goes to wipe his tears with her trembling lil hands, “It’s otay daddy.” Harry hiccups into her wrist smacking kisses upon kisses into her palm.

“’M sorry me lil dovlin'.” He sulked wiping his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed her forehead.

It physically pains him to see his Dovie hurt, it makes him sad till long hours.

Call him sensitive but with Dove he’ll never able to hold his tears back, she pulls onto his heart strings the most agonisingly, she comes before anyone else and her safety too.

“No cry.” She pushed him away and pouted leaning to peck his lips and Harry giggles when she wipes the subtle blood stain she got on his mouth with a sheepish smile, “Lets fix your boo boos honey pot.” Harry gave her a weepy smile and pet her head taking them to his room.

He’s really surprised and well very proud that she was so brave for him, in times like these Harry realises if nobody got him his daughter’s gonna be there for him always.

“’M really reallyyyy proud of you sweet pea.” After putting Dove's favourite rapunzel bandages on her gashes Harry showers her in kisses that are loud and exaggerated but full of pride and love for her, making sure to do ‘mwah!’ at each one.

.

Harry made her chicken nuggies and let her drink orange juice (even though it gives her an achy throat) she’s such a good little briber.

She’s all snuggled in his bed, her face hidden in his chest out of shyness as Anne asks about her accident with a sad pouty smile.

“You gotta be careful next time okay sweetie?” Anne told her. Harry groans when her head perked up with gleam in her eyes, “There’s no next time!” He quips making his point clear.

“Gran’ma you wan’ see?” She blubbers excitedly crawling out from under the covers but carefully Harry catches her ankle and tugs her back towards him which causes the phone to fall from her hands onto the floor.

The clumsy cutie.

“Oh Grandma, you otay????” Her curly head pops from over the mattress and the room fills with laughter at her innocence and dumbness, she's just three, you prick.

“My silly little bear.” Harry’s laugh fades into giggles while he settles her bum on his chest and cuddles her tightly into his neck despite of her whiny protests and squiggles to let her free.

[weare0ne]

𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗼

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍- 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 ! -> @bigbrainenergytingz

suho (sureum):

you KNOW the nation’s leader takes care of his girl

she IS baby in his eyes and it will remain that way even when she's an old woman

they're close and she's lowkey his favorite (because she laughs at his jokes)

she relies on suho a lot and he does all he can to support her and care for her

it's hard being the only girl in EXO of all groups because they're literally royalty

so suho HYPES HER UP

was super clingy when he enlisted (she visits them all when they do) but god it’s CONSTANT texts shes crazy

lots of love with them

sureum things !

-> suho making sure she gets water first at concerts/shows/schedules

-> areum rubbing his back reassuringly when they clown him (even tho she does it too)

-> each other’s biggest cheerleaders

-> walking/biking together

xiumin (xiureum):

they have a really chill friendship and cute ass moments

she's his fan and they have lots of inside jokes

she was nervous around all of the members when she joined the group, but she found xiumin very approachable

she's Tiny and xiumin thinks it's so cute and looks at her with big, big love

Must Protect Them because they're so sweet and wholesome

areum didn't like coffee until xiumin made some for her .. to this day, she only drinks it if he makes it

SHE KNOCKED HIM OVER WHEN HE CAME BACK AFTER HIS ENLISTMENT SHE MISSED HER BAOZI

cuties !! best boy and best girl !!

xiureum things !

-> cleaning together, because theyre the best at it

-> café dates

-> picking each other for everything just to spite the others

-> maknae and fake maknae

lay (layreum):

no one, and i repeat NO ONE, should ever say that lay is no longer apart of exo

areum gets scary sometimes. she has and will still yell if someone dares to say that

she is the biggest fan of his solo work !! number one lay zhang stan

she thinks he is SO MF FUNNY. BUT whenever he says something dirty she hits his arm

he thinks she's adorable and always pats her head and tells her that she looks nice

before lay went to china they always had fun and went out together

always says hi to lay whenever exo is on a show or something and always mentions him in speeches

she's gone to china multiple times to visit him- he's one of her best friends, and she misses him so very much

layreum things !

-> random sightings of them walking around in the city

-> hugs and hugs and hugs

-> areum thinking lay is the funniest person to exist

-> lay being a smiley doofus because areum is so sweet and precious with him

baekhyun (baekeum):

they tease each other constantly and are always very involved with each other's lives

he got sad when she turned down the offer to be in superm, but he understands her desire to develop her solo career and be devoted to solely exo

makes it KNOWN that they all love their girl to death and that exo wouldn't be exo without her

so much pda !! they cling to each other a lot and there's lots of cheek kisses

they clarified, though, that they're purely best friends and baek told everyone sternly that it's not kind to be jealous or rude to areum just because they love him

vocal LEGENDS and he always hypes her singing

SHE hypes his solo career- name a bigger baekhyun stan. i'll wait.

besties, legends, the best

baekeum things !

-> being clingy and holding on to each other a lot

-> laughing fits and being a comedic duo

-> baekhyun being her actual embarrassing big brother

-> always going out of their way to promote each other

chen (reumchen):

the godmother of his baby

chen is the nation's dad, and he dads areum all the time

she got SO pissed when people were blacklisting him for his marriage and the baby

jongdae’s like. a dad figure for her but also her big brother

she’s VERY defensive of him and vice versa- he HATES areum hate

really really close with his wife too!! they’re besties nd hang out

they play around a lot and have background moments that fans notice and it’s SO funny

she makes sure to visit his wife and daughter a lot since he’s enlisted :(( tears were shed nd she misses him

reumchen things !

-> chen ruffling her hair

-> randomly harmonizing or singing

-> yelling when they talk it’s a problem

-> chen being a protective father

chanyeol (reumyeol):

chanyeol has been in love with her since he met her like. for nine years now. he’s been in love with her

chanyeol is a PUPPY he is SOFT he is A BABY when it comes to areum and E V E R Y O N E can tell that she’s the love of his life

SHE. DOESNT NOTICE. AT ALL. even lee sooman HIMSELF is like “get it together smh areum just love him already”

meanwhile shes like !! wow chanyeol is the sweetest he’s such a great friend !!

but he loves her so much he’d take friendship over just not having her in his life

yeah he’s pure asf when it comes to her .. for the most part hehe

they’ve gone on so many dates and hang out SO much it’s maddening

she’s the one who started calling him loey

and yes she cries/gets sad SO MF MUCH EVERY DAY because her best friend is enlisted and she can’t imagine spending that much time without him

reumyeol things !

-> cuddles and affection (a LOT more off camera)

-> areum refusing to leave him in the studio at night and falling asleep while he’s working

-> chanyeol being WHIPPED and going everywhere with her/helping her whenever he can

-> so many collabs/covers

d.o. (kyungreum):

the most popular ship (aside from reumyeol)

wbk kyungsoo is a gentleman and he showcases it when it comes to areum

protects her in public situations

he always makes her laugh and the way he laughs at her is !! so mf SWEET !!

they also were in be positive/positive physique together and had those kiss scenes 😳

chanyeol is convinced he’s secretly in love with her and vice versa

BUT the truth is that they’re just friends. the kiss scene made them laugh nd weirded them out but it looked good because it was ACTING

these nerds are just besties they have long talks and it’s 🥺 she cried so much when he enlisted and visited him and texted him lots

kyungreum things !

-> escorts her at events, gives her his coat to cover her, making sure she isn’t harassed in public

-> very comfortable with each other, especially after their kiss scenes

-> kyungsoo teaches her to cook

-> areum gives him advice about ✨girls✨ or helps him out when he needs it

kai (kaireum):

jongin and areum .. think of the SEXY ! on stage anyway

IRL THEYRE SUCH LIL PISSBABY NERDS. they’re just. teddy bears. softies

when they dance together it’s BEAUTIFUL it’s AMAZING it’s SHOW STOPPING their charisma on stage!! unparalleled!!

she’s said that kai’s voice is her most favorite in the group and that it has a pretty color to it

adorable playful sleepy buds

he wishes she had chosen to join superm with them :( but like baek, he gets it

she’d rather him wear crop tops than her (she hypes him in them when he gets shy)

she went undercover as one of the backup dancers in mmmh because he wanted her to and it was ICONIC especially because fans were just freaking out trying to put the pieces together

kaireum things !

-> linking pinkies

-> helping him to keep his relationships PRIVATE + areum shipping jenkai (which is still currently happening idc)

-> jongin being her stylist

-> LOUD HAPPY LAUGHS

sehun (sereum):

sehun never fails to make her laugh

but quite frankly even tho she is the youngest HE is still the maknae because he Just Is and everyone can agree

he will pout if she’s getting treated like the maknae he’s lowkey salty because he was SUPPOSED to be the maknae however he still loves her and they’re iconic siblings

they exchange lots of looks and gossip like crazy

areum LOVES dogs she loves the group’s pets but pretends to not like vivi because sehun has made him spoiled

they just sit and clown everyone and don’t give a single shit about it

they know all of each other’s business and even tho sehun thinks she is THE Dumb Bitch she’s HIS dumb bitch

if areum has to act cute or sexy he bursts out laughing

sereum things !

-> they expose each other on the daily

-> exo’s resident sassy mfs

-> lots of public dates

-> sehun shipping reumyeol but also thinking they’re dumb and he is very tired of it

[billiewena]

for the 100k fic celebration, here a portion of the “what if 10x05 had a sastiel agenda?” AKA lil shit sam/jealous dean destiel fic I first shared a while back! been having a lot of fun basically rewriting and expanding on the entire musical episode with new songs (and lots of cute kristen & siobhan moments because OF COURSE they’re still a couple.) it was really encouraging to see the positive response to it back then and it's been taking forever because of work/other writing but I’m so excited to have this one be the first full-length fics I ever post.

It starts with costumed teenagers locked in a tight embrace with absolutely no room for Jesus.

“What are they doing?”

Marie glances over her shoulder for only a brief second.

“Kids these days call it hugging,” she says slowly. Geez, it would’ve been less insulting for her to just outright say Wow, you’re old.

Except it’s not just any of the show’s stars hugging over there. One of them is the “Dean” who’d been mid-rehearsal when they arrived and looked more like Bieber than him with the blonde wig. And the other? Well, he would recognize that Columbo coat anywhere.

“Is that in the show?” he asks, pointing their way.

Marie quickly shakes her head at the accusation. “Oh, no. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in a real life.”

He nods and lower his hand. Got it. That’s all it was. Everything’s fine. Nothing to worry about—

“No, my play explores the nature of Sastiel.”

“The — wait, what?” he says, confused at once.

“Sastiel?” Marie pauses, giving him a second to figure it out. He doesn’t. “You know, the relationship between Sam and Castiel?”

Dean blinks.

“Sam and…C-Cas?”

“I know, I know. Edlund’s series never finished. I’m lucky I got these drafts. Ugh, it’s Midnight Sun all over again. But the love story is all in the subtext,” she says with confidence. “Can you believe there are people who still think Destiel is endgame? After everything that happened after the angels fell? After Gadreel? Please.”

He silently sounds out the word. Des-tiel? Wait…

“Ever since Cas came back from the dead and took on Sam’s pain, I knew. I just knew. Every one of their arcs had been parallel to each other’s from their fall from grace to the trials. And now with Dean gone, all they have…is each other.”

Marie sighs. “Besides, you can’t spell subtext without S-E-X.”

He coughs and nearly chokes on an asteroid-sized lump in his throat.

“I…uh. Yeah, th-that’s not…you know, I think I’ve seen enough,” Dean says with a forced smile. “Thank you for your, ah, time. I’ll, uh, we’ll follow up if we have questions about the missing persons case. I—alright.”

And with that he purses his lips, turns on his heel and walks away — nearly tripping over one of the stage chords as he does. Why are there are so many of them anyways? This is just some all-girls school production, not the goddamn West End.

He finds Sam in his natural nerd habitat (the tech booth) sifting through all the bins of A/V supplies.

“Yeah, not to interrupt the blast from the past here but it’s time for us to go,” he says, patting the door.

His brother shoots him an annoyed look but packs up and follows him out all the same. Not that Dean bothers to wait for him; no, he makes a beeline for the car as soon as he leaves the booth.

“Hey, what’s with the rush?” Sam calls after him as he runs to catch up with him at the school entrance.

“No rush,” he says shortly. “Just wanted to see what you found out before you got too lost in the nerd sauce over there.”

He doesn’t need to look back to know he’s on the receiving end of a Classic Sam Bitchface right now and continues to stomp his way through the parking lot.

“Well, no EMF, no hex bags. None of their props are remotely hinky. Talked to Maeve and all those extras in the auditorium.” Sam finally catches up and walks side-by-side with him now. “You have any more luck?”

“Nah. Ms. Chandler's office is just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's probably just face down in a bar somewhere. Or a ditch. I did get to hear all about the director’s, ah, creative vision though,” Dean says, teeth gritted. “Apparently we go into space, I become a woman, and there’s even ninjas and robots!”

“Robots. Huh. Well, that’d definitely be a new one.”

“There’s no robots in Supernatural—”

“I-I know that,” Sam says in exasperation. “I just mean it’s, y’know, innovative. And Dean we’ve fought weirder. Remember the teddy bear? The fairies? The ballet shoes?”

“Well, you just wait until you hear about what she in store for you, Lover Boy,” he says.

And that makes Sam do an instant double-take.

“Uh, Lover Boy?”

“Yeah, your number one fan back there —” he says, gesturing back towards the school, “— was telling me all about the play’s, uh, love story between you and Cas. You got something you’ve been meaning to tell me or what?”

“The love story? Wait, what do you mean me and Cas?”

Dean scoffs, already in utter disbelief of the words he was about to say. “Like you and Cas, together. Together together? Romance of the ages the way she made it sound. Apparently it’s all in her play!”

To his surprise though, Sam just… laughs. “Well, I mean hey, that’s an improvement from the ones who wrote about me and you.”

“You got that right,” he agrees with a shudder. Meeting one Becky the Stalker was bad enough. Knowing she wasn’t alone and that she had an audience made it even worse. “She even had a portmanteau for you, dude. Like you’re some celebrities in a grocery store tabloid. Sass-tiel.”

“Sass-tiel?” He seems to seriously consider it but shrugs. “I don’t know. What about… Samstiel? CasSam? Cam? Mmm, maybe not that…”

Dean groans. “Really? That’s your issue with this?”

“Of course it’s not my issue,” Sam says. He stays pensive for a few more seconds until chuckling again to himself this time, as if he’s the only one in on a private joke. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Cas is great but…”

“Not your type?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam says. No, it’s definitely more than that and he’s doing a piss-poor job of hiding his amused expression.

Dean turns and stares him down. “What?”

“I dunno,” he says, his smirk fully visible now. “I just think it’s funny they’re pairing me up with Cas when the one with the ‘profound bond’ with him is right there.”

“Oh, haha. You’re hilarious,” Dean retorts at once.

“Hey man, I’m not the one who stayed in Purgatory for a year to find him.”

His glare takes on a murderous edge.

“Okay. You know what? You’re going to do that thing where you just shut the hell up! Forever!”

Sam holds up his hands in either what’s either a show of innocence or surrender.

“Alright, alright. Well, other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all I got nothing.”

“So…what?” Dean says. “This-this all... This whole musical thing, everything, it's... it's all a coincidence? There is no case?”

“Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case here,” he says sincerely this time.

“Come on. This has classic Trickster vibes all over it.” He almost wants to turn around and start yelling, Come on out Gabriel you bastard!

“Trickster’s dead, man. And he wasn’t just a trickster, he was an archangel. And they’re all gone too.”

“Could be a lower-rank angel?” Dean tries. “I mean, Zachariah pulled off an entire apocalypse world. And that place where we were both corporate drones. Before you know it, this’ll get all Buffy and it’ll be me and you singin’ and dancin’—“

“Dean…I think it’s just fans. Look, as long as they’re not putting another love spell on one of us I couldn’t really care less what they’re doing,” Sam says with some bitterness, clearly not looking back at that particular memory with any fondness. “Just writing some songs? I mean, it’s innocent enough.”

“Oh yeah, so innocent,” he scoffs. “They’re singing about our dead parents, your demon blood bender, the apocalypse, all of it! This is just…it’s make-believe for them! But it’s our lives!”

Sam runs a tired hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t get it either man. I wasn’t exactly thinking about the books’ entertainment value while Chuck was describing my sex life in vivid detail—“

“Don’t remind me,” he says, holding up a hand in disgust.  

“—but I dunno. There’s obviously something about it they connected to, right? Something they related to, something that moved them, inspired them? And I guess…I mean, what’s wrong with that?”

There is so, so much wrong with that.

“I don’t know what story they’re reading and what Sam and Dean they’re ‘connecting’ to here. But it sure as hell ain’t us. I mean…they even made me blonde, dude.”

“It’s a high school play, what can you expect?” Sam laughs. “It was probably the closest wig they could find at Party City.”

Dean ignores him, muttering aloud as he makes his way to the driver’s seat.

“The hair…the singing…the robots… the love story…”

“You really were bothered by that, weren’t you?” Sam gives his brother a curious look.

“SUPERNATURAL ISN’T A ROMANCE!” Dean snaps. “Look, these girls obviously don’t know what they’re talking about—“

“I dunno, Dean,” Sam said in a clearly taunting voice now. “Maybe you’re just jealous of what me and Cas have.”

He flushes. “W-what? I-I’m not—“

“We could give you two a name too, y’know? So you don’t feel left out? What about…Dee-stiel? CasDean?”

And he refuses to entertain this conversation any longer.

“Shut your face! Get in the car!”

Thankfully Sam notices the shift in tone and obliges at once.

Dean, meanwhile, takes a moment outside the car to glance around — almost as if checking to see if anyone overheard that comment. Not that it mattered. Who could overhear? No one even knew they were THE Sam and THE Dean. Who cared? He certainly didn’t care. He didn’t care at all...

(to be continued)

[sweettodo]

A little push. ⟿ Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

word count : 3k.

includes : [ slight ] breeding kink , teasing, smut, pretty much a little dacryphilia

a lil valentines day gift for my lovelies. i hope you enjoy.

••

"I just don't know what to do, it's almost like he doesn't want to do anything with me at this point." Close to tears, sadness could be heard in your tone as your friends console you, attempting to give you advice. Your head in your hands whilst you rubbed your temples.

"No! No no, impossible." Mina reassures, "he just needs a little push, he's probably just nervous he’s gonna disappoint you."

"You know how shy he is, better than anyone else here"

You sigh, you were now officially out of ideas. This wasn't your first choice, but it had reached a point where disclosing to your friends the situation; desperate for their advice. "I know," throwing your back against Momo's bed, in complete despair, "I just don't know how to fix it, I can't break him out of his shell." What type of girlfriend were you? Why did you allow it to get this... this bad? There was no way to put it lightly, or nicely for that matter.

By ‘out of ideas’, you weren’t kidding. You had tried to get him into the shower with you, even teasing him while he worked, buying all the cute outfits you could think of to engine him, trying to get him to do it more often. But it was no use.

Shoto could not be a bigger prude nowadays.

Mortifying to ones ears- a shocked look plastered upon your friends' faces when you saw their reactions of complete bafflement, 'who would've thought?!' Or 'I would've thought he'd be the opposite!' They were beyond shocked, yes- Todo was quite and almost always reserved!

But it's almost always the quiet ones who are hung and the best in bed.

You shouldn't have been as embarrassed as you were- not as embarrassed as your boyfriend, but now you were in desperate need for advice on how to break the vicious cycle that went a little like this...

-

You and Todoroki watched a stupid action movie, your head snuggled into the crook of his armpit, one arm wrapped around you securly, your arm loosely around his waist, lazily sprawled across his body, in which he didn't mind at all. It was more or less silent throughout the movie, you loved these types of nights; with the daily, stressful and rough hero work you both were faced with, there was little to no time for you to be together for longer than an hour.

Your arm, which was laying atop your boyfriend's waist, copping a feel as you drag your arm back to your lap, the action causing his chest to tighten up at the slight touch. You eye him from the side, seeing that he was actually watching you intently as well. You wiggle yourself closer against him, he holds you tighter; you could never be close enough to him, he was like a teddy bear, one you could cling to all day. He caresses your thigh gently, although you were upset and neglected between the sheets, he strived in other things; that being kissing.

You peck his chin with a little kiss, he brings his head down so he can feel more of those little peppered kisses; you trail up his neck, his hand now squeezing your thigh a little tighter, pulling you onto his lap more so you could straddle his lap. His hands pressing against your hips, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Or at least you thought.

"I cant babe," he muttered under his breath, your face instantly falling into disappointment, she tilts his head, looking at you with understanding eyes, he seldom if ever let it get past making out; all because of one time where he butted a little too quick. At that point of he didn't even bother.

It was fucking selfish.

-

"We'll help you, just trust us." Momo pats your back, you were all ears.

Mina perks up excitedly, beginning her in depth lesson, which eerily enough she had seem like she was waiting for this moment. You three were going to help Todoroki, even if it meant you had to do all the work.

With your computer on your lap and your two best friends’ heads peering over your screen, you scrolled through the website with the things that you’d need to execute the plan, “fluffy? Or metal?” Momo questions, a finger tapping her chin.

“Metal.”

-

You couldn't peel your eyes off of the clock on your phone. You were anxious, the longer you watched the longer time was dragging on. 'Forty more minutes.' Nerves through the roof, heart pounding as you counted the minutes until you knew for sure your boyfriend would be on his way home.

Giving in, you giddily jump to your closet, bending down and grabbing the little pink bag hidden and tucked behind your jackets, grabbing the contents inside, the soft lace outfit you had bought online; Todoroki was far from privy to your plans, only the question, 'what's that' but then quickly dismissing it because he had to leave.

The cute little black scalloped bra and panties set with Shoto's favorite black stockings; that's what was in the bag. Throwing off your clothes and laying the set out on the bed while you threw your clothes in the basket, you were going to try to get him to make the first move for once, ultimately building up the confidence that he had so sillily lost.

You hadn't cared at all when it happened, but it was enough to send Shoto lock and key under the protection of a chastity belt, where he refused to even give sex any thought for the most part.

Todo and you have been together for close to three years; you do have sex- just no more than once every three months. You were going mad the more and more you thought about it, you were touch starved, and clearly he didn't care.

Turning around, slipping the lingerie on your body in front of the tall body mirror; Your tits sitting pretty in the see- through bra cups, the strings of the thong resting on the curve of your hips, you were so pleased with the way you looked, you took a few pictures in the mirror, ‘no harm in that’ you hum to yourself. If this didn't make him want to fuck you- shit, you'd fuck yourself. There was no way he would not become tempted by the lack of cloth on your body, your skin soft with lotion and the sweet spots around your body scented with his favorite perfume. Jumping on the bed, in anticipation, you knew he should be right around the corner from your apartment; this only made your heart pound out of your fucking chest more and more. There was no way you could fuck this one up, you’d be mortified.

-

"Are you sure about all that? I don't wanna get him mad at me." The idea was absolutely radical, you knew it was slightly out of your comfort zone... but your boyfriend? This was going to be torture for him, you almost felt guilty.

Momo, with the smug look on her face nods reassuringly, "that’s the whole point. Trust us."

-

Wrapping the pink silk robe around your body when you hear the familiar man kick the shoes off in the foyer, you were feeling as confident as ever. You walk down the hallway, peeking your head around the corner to see Todoroki unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process; looking relieved to be home, he catches your eyes, looking at you confused at your attire.

Smiling cheerfully, you see him start to smile, “Todo...” he heard the little whine in your voice, he was intrigued with your little antics, you finally come around the corner, meeting up with him half way and grabbing his wrist, “I have a surprise for you.”

He tenses up, but remaining silent and compliant. You tug him into the bedroom, the lights dimmed, you had prepared yourself how you were going to execute this plan, but you felt all over the place from your nerves. You nudge him onto the bed, he plops down, a shaky breath heard from his nostrils.

“Push back,” you command, he listens which makes you thrilled, you pick up his wrist, quickly reaching your free hand in the bedside table, the metal clanking in your hand; which doesn’t register in his head until he realizes he’s unable to move his right wrist.

“Y/n, what’s this?” You ignore him, snapping the other set of cuffs around the metal bed frame and his wrists, “what are you doing?” You slide off the bed, watching him tug at the metal, the devilish smile growing on your face as you watch him struggle.

“I wanted to surprise you, is that okay?” You bat your eyelashes, walking to the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to you, sitting there clueless and overwhelmed, Todoroki totally out of wack, you untie the little tie of your robe, his eyes grow wide, jaw clenching as he frantically tries to free himself.

Your robe pools at the base of your feet, getting back on the bed, you crawl onto his lap and straddle his lap, leaning down to his ear.

“Do you want me, Todoroki?” You purr, his body restless under yours, trying desperately to set himself free.

He takes in a deep breath of air, “you know the answer to that, y/n.” He retorts, now aware of the point of this whole charade, head slightly thrown back as you drag your fingers up to his neck, tilting his head to look at you. His hair falling in front of his eyes, you push back the multicolored strands to look back into his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take this off, yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his stomach rising and falling the further down you get. He was flustered, and you’ve never felt these powerful sparks igniting within your stomach, you had him falling apart at the seams.

And it was only the beginning.

You peel open his shirt, his eyes stalking you as you continue down his body, unbuttoning his work pants, “uncuff me, now.” He demands, you shake your head innocently.

“No.” He pulls and tugs, but it’s no use, “you’re gonna see how I’ve been feeling recently.” Sneering, you begin grinding against his growing cock, tugging the pants down his waist, the obvious tent making you chew down on your bottom lip, it was working. Your hands dipping down and releasing him from the black Calvin Klein boxers.

Breathing heavily, pushing his pants down to his knees, he was painfully hard, but only growing harder at the sight of you on top of him, he could see your tits inches from his face, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.

You slowly pump him in your hand, little groans spilling from his mouth, tossing his head back with his eyes shut, finally getting the touch he was longing for.

“Stop teasing, do it already.” He grits through his teeth, you giggle, dipping your head down, letting the spit on your tongue roll off and hit the tip, seeping down as he cringes, “y/n, let me go- fuckin’ now!” He thrashes at the cuffs, his eyes dark and angry.

Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, your hot mouth sends his head slamming against the headboard, his body finally relaxing from your agonizing teasing, you hum against his cock, swearing under his breath, the torturous feeling of your mouth slowly moving up as down his throbbing dick; it was all part of the plan.

Minutes later, you’re feeling his breathing pick up pace, his body twitching from under you, knowing he was close to releasing. You speed up as well, getting him as close as possible, being as sloppy as you could, spit spilling from your mouth as you make him look at you in the eyes whilst you deep throated him.

He was so so close.

Your lips leave his cock. He swings his head up, “what the fuck!” He booms, his cheeks red, his eyes glossed with complete and utter anger as he’s now desperately trying to find a way out of the restrains, the bars of your headboard bending from his strength at this point.

Todoroki was so mad, he didn’t even bat an eye at the way he was bending the bed frame that you both shared. The loud noise of the metal bending made the hair on your body stand up on its ends, you slip off of him, licking your lips; you watch in astonishment as he finally frees one hand, jolting up to free his other arm, your stomach is doing flips. He was fucking pissed.

Your boyfriend lifts the other handcuff off the bedpost, grabbing the little keys that were on the bed stand. Standing on your feet, you barely get the chance to make a run for it before you’re behind grabbed by the wrist, your front slamming onto the bed, Todoroki holding you by the back of the neck into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, y/n?” He taunts, “you wanted me to take my anger out on you right?” He gives you no time to answer, he rough hand tugging your lace thong to the side and getting on the bed on his knees to ensure he could maintain the strong hold on your neck.

“Well,” he begins, “that’s what you’re gonna get.” It took him no time to slide into you, letting out a loud groan, you’re barely able to move, he doesn’t allow you to look back at him as he begins drilling into you. Incapable of mustering up screams, they fall silent.

His cock hitting your cervix mercilessly, his hips slamming into your backside. He was going absolutely mad, you had never felt him do something like this; hitting new and foreign spots within your cunt that you didn’t even realize you had.

“You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?!” He pants, “you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your upper body up, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me, tell me princess, use your words.” He strains, your hand pudding against his v-line, which was your way of telling him to slow down.

“Sh-Shoto, I- Fuck,” you wail, the continuous pounding against your g-spot making you tremble, he knew it too.

“C’mon, say it or I’ll stop.” He repeats, hips knocking against you, he snakes his right hand around, using his index and middle to pinch your clit; sending you into a frenzy. You cry out, his fingers now working your clit bringing you right to your first orgasm almost instantly.

“Please Shoto, keep going.”

His fingers messily rub your clit, pussy clenching and sucking him in you release all over him, the cum dripping down your thighs and down his cock as you cry out a mantra of his name, tears streaming down your face, your free hand behind your head and gripping the thick hair in the back of his head.

He drops you back down, your weak body making it easier for him to quickly regain a grasp on the back of your neck to keep you back down and pinned, “make me cum princess, you’re doing such a good job- fuck- keep suckin’ me in like that.” He leans forward only a little to fix his angle, hand holding your hips in place as he chases his orgasm.

But you feel as if you two are far from done.

He slows, you were beyond shocked he had this self control, he then stops thrusting into you completely, pushing you down, he drops onto the bed onto his back, “get on.” Leading you onto his waist, you slide down onto his cock, letting out a whine, your head dropping down and your messy hair messily covering your face.

“You’re gonna stay still for me, right princess?” You nod. He huffs, lifting up your hips and picking up where he left off, you immediately cave inwards, mouth falling open as you practically drop your upper body onto him, “sit up- sit up or I’ll stop.” You try your best to sit back up, your hands on his lower half as he fucks you, his hits thrashing upwards into your beaten up cunt; he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t spare you any time as he’s now ripping another orgasm out of you, this time more of your juices soaking his stomach and down into the sheets, the wet spot growing under your bodies as he fills you.

Screaming his name, you want to buck you knees inwards from the pace and strength he was thrusting, you could feel him fuck into you so deep that it sent you into another universe, your head clearly not all there- seeing stars, eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner.” He grunts, stopping, with his hands still on your hips, he’s pushing you back down and sliding his hands up your thighs until he pins your legs against your chest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he leans over you and easily slides back into you, “you’re so beautiful- god- you’re so beautiful.” He purrs, his body ramming against yours, cock once again hitting unimaginable nerves as you whine and cry for him.

“Please- Shoto.” You bawl, “‘feels so good.”

It was easy to say that you both were seeing white, you were dizzy and lightheaded, you didn’t realize you were clenching so hard around his cock that he needed to try harder to drill into you, “mh’ keep sucking me in like that, I’m gonna’” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s filling you to the fucking brim with his seed.

He wasn’t done.

He grabs you by the hair, lifting your head to make him watch as he takes his two fingers and picks up the mix of his and your cum, scooping it and yanking up your head further close to his own, “open.” He commands, your mouth opens, lolling out your tongue; sticking his fingers down your throat, the cocktail of cum seeping down your throat and you swallow, “good- so good.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you, the sweat from his face was remnant on his lips, you could taste everything.

Todoroki plops himself onto the destroyed bed. Pulling you onto his chest, you were beyond fucked out, you could barely comprehend anything that was going around you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you.”

[slutforagoodsmut]

We All Get Nightmares

(Lars x OC)

The waves crashed along the sand, the moonlight glittered  across the sea. For once in a long time, there was silence, There was peace. No gem saving, no gem destroying. It was a quiet, normal night; and for once in a long time, Primrose went to bed without a sore body or broken bone. Curled up in the bed layed the precious girl, her dark locks of springs for hair bunched up in a ponytail, and the one streak of light pink laying lightly against her face. Her soft warm touch, her skin glowing in the moonlight that beamed through her window. Her pencil striaght physique now starting to blossom from child to young  woman, her hips starting to curve out and chest starting to broaden. And on her back, in between her shoulder blades, sat a rose quarts gem that reflected off of any twinkling light, which she kept hidden beneath her hair. Primrose Universe was indeed a beauty, just like her mother was. 

There she layed all snuggled up in her plush bed on the other side of the room, a small smile graced upon her lips as she clung to the teddy bear her father gave her all those years ago. She just looked like some ordinary 14 year old girl, a girl who wanted to go far in life, go beyond the limits as any teenager would. The Primrose everyone knows, the girl everyone cherishes, was much more than a silly little teenager. She was a gaurdian, a powerful protector of the gems; keeping the bad out. The twin sister of a powerful boy and the daughter of a gem herself.

But aside all that schmazzy jazzy stuff, Prim was just your avgerage teenager. A girl who listened to her father's old music and laughed at the silly faces he made. A girl who enjoyed her friend's company and eating doughnuts. Someone who loved adventure and would sometimes get in a lil trouble along with her brother. An open minded person who accepted anyone as a friend. That is who Primrose was. 

It wasn't far into the night when Prim's phone began to buzz on her nightstand. Prim, being the light sleeper she was, woke immediately, her eyes being blinded by the light the phone gave off. She groaned. "Who's calling in the middle of the night?" She fumbled for the phone and pressed the 'accept call' button, holding it lazily to her ear. "Yo," she said.

"Prim, are you awake?" A certain Lars Barriga voice came through the phone. Prim rolled her eyes and sank her head back into her pillow. 

"Oh yeah sure, totally awake, like i always am..." she peered over at her clock, "...at 2:30 in the morning," she said sarcastically. 

"I know it's late but I just couldn't sleep! Maybe you could come over for a bit?" Lars asked, his voiced getting a bit high. "Ya'know, help me fall asleep?"

"You've gotta be kidding me Lars," she sighed, her hand sliding down her face. "Dude, you're like almost 17 years old, can't you tuck yourself in? I mean, haven't you tried calling Sadie?" Prim yawned out as she spoke, covering her mouth.  

"Yes I could tuck myself in, thank you very much!" Lars hissed. "I just...I had a bad dream and now I can't sleep," he mumbled into the phone. "P-Please?"

Primrose looked back at the clock, then sat up and looked at Steven, who was sleeping soundlessly all the way on the other side of the loft. It'd be easy getting passed her brother, but what about the gems? Nothing could get passed them, and I mean nothing. She put a hand on her head and sighed again. "Fine, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"thanks Prim, you're the best!" Lars said into the phone. 

"I know I am," she grunted as she sat up, stretching her legs and arms. "Oh and Lars?"

"Yes?" 

"You owe me." Was the last thing she said to him before ending the call. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. 'I swear to god if this is a joke...' Prim yawned again as she put her hair up in a messy bun, not bothering to do anything with it at the moment. She didn't bother changing either, and not that it was a big deal anways. Prim was wearing a pair of shorts and tank top, all she needed to do was throw on a bra and head out. Prim walked passed her brother and got her flip flops on, kissing him on the cheek before climbing down the loft. 'Was it cold out?' she wondered, before grabbing a sweatshirt just in case. Now here was the difficut part; getting passed Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl. Pearl was a nutjob when it came to safety, and on the other hand Amethyst could care less, so she would be easy to get by. But then there was Garnet. Garnet was a tricky one, and probably the sneakiest and wisest off them all. 

"Alright one step at a time..." Prim whispered as she tip toed silently across the floor boards. Amethyst was snoring on the couch and Pearl was curled up in a ball, but where was Garnet? They should have been in the temple, so this was going to be a little harder than usual. Prim looked around. Uh oh, this wasn't good. Garnet must be in the temple, right? No harm at all! She lightly stepped around carefully, making sure not to step on a squeaky floorboard by mistake. 'Just an hour!' Thought Prim 'and I'll be back before sun rise!' 

It took a few minutes but Primrose managed to slip out of the house quickly and quietly. "Phew, that was close," Prim  said feeling a bit exhausted.

"What was close?" A voice asked.

She gasped, holding her breath as she clasped a hand over her mouth tightly. "Oh Bejeebus!" Prim slowly turned around to see the giant gem standing over her with her arms crossed, no emotions expressed over her face. It wasn't that she was terrified of Garnet...well....maybe just a tad, it was the fact that Garnet was always right, and to see Garnet dissaprove her actions was one of Prim's biggest fears. 

"Where must you be so late at night?" Garnet asked. 

"W-Well, I--uh, ya see, something--um c-came up! Yeah that's right, something came up and...." Prim faltered, looking down. Garnet raised a brow behind her glasses, putting a hand on Prim's shoulder. She looked up at the gem and sighed, rubbing the side of her arm. "Lars called me..."

"Lars?" 

"Oh! I meant Big Donut Boy!" Prim corrected herself. 

"And what does "Big Donut Boy" want with you at this hour of the night?"

"Its sort of embarrassing but...he had a nightmare. And he called me cuz he couldn't go back to sleep." 

"A nightmare, huh?" Garnet repeated, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, if you must. This does sound important."

"Yeah I know Garnet I shouldn't leave without--wait what?" Prim stopped herself with wide eyes, looking up at Garnet like an idiot. "Really?"

"Yes, you may go, but don't tell Pearl."

Prim blinked, raising a brow. "Are you an imposter Garnet? Shouldn't you be giving me words of wisdom or something and telling me not to go?"

Garnet cracked a small smile and ruffled Prim's bed head. "Geez Prim, you make it sound like I'm another Pearl." Prom laughed at that. "But yes, I trust you. Just be back before Pearl notices."

"You got it Garnet!" They young girl whispered and gave the gem a quick hug before running down the steps. 

*10 minutes Later*

The temple was only a few blocks away from Waterman St., so a walk to Lars's house was a piece of cake for Prim. Her sweatshirt was tied around her neck to keep her shoulders warm and hands tucked in her pockets with her phone. Like she expected, it was a little chilly, but nothing Prim couldn't manage. Matter a fact she loved the chilly weather, and sadly it was something Beach City hardly ever got. 

In the distance Prim could see Lars sitting on the steps of his porch, resting his head on his lap. 'Oh man, maybe this really is serious,' she thought as she got closer. He looked miserable, but what was different? He always looked miserable, especially around Prim and Steven. Yes Prim knew Steven could be a bit annoying, but so was she at times! They both had many flaws and messed up--a lot--but hey that's what twins did together! It was both of them or none at all! 

"Hey," Prim said, stopping in front of the Barriga Residence.

Lars looked up and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept for days! To be honest he looked like a crack head in Prim's opinion... 'No, he would never!' An image of Lars doing crack came to mind. Prim shuddered in fear. 'He may act like Mr.Badass all the time, but he wouldn't dare to do such a thing!' 

"Oh, Prim! You're here!" Lars exclaimed a little groggily, as if he were just dozing off. He wore a black Under Armour tank and a pair of grey shorts, her hair a bit of a mess btw.

"Well no shit Sherlock, of course I'm here." 

"How did you get out of that wacko of a house and passed that nut job of a family?" He questioned. 'Such a bitch...' Prim thought as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Watch it chicken legs, I still don't have a problem breaking your arm."

Lars backed off. "Alright alright."

"Well it was fairly easy to get passed my nut job of a family, besides, Garnet is covering for me."

He nodded and patted the spot next to him, indicating for Primrose to sit. Prim gladly took the seat and looked off into the distance, sitting in an awkward silence. 

"Rough night?" she asked. 

"Uh yeah, rough night," he said, sighing wand rubbing the back of his head. "It hasn't been good the past couple of weeks, I haven't gotten a single drop of good sleep."

"Have you gone to the doctors?"

"Phssht, the Doctors?" Lars scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Doctors are for wimps, big baby, wusses, shall I go on?"

"And the Doctors are for people who are in need of major help, for those who need a diagnosis, and for recovery," Prim corrected him, eyeing Lars up. 

"Oh whatever," he groaned, putting his head in his hand. "My parents said that I should go to the Doctors but...I don't know I feel little weird about it." 

"Yeah I get," Prim started, "the doctors could be a scary place, no lie, but the only thing they want to do is help you."

Lars sighed, looking down sadly. "Yeah..." 

Prim put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, why don't we go in? Sort of chilly out here don't you think?"

Lars looked at her with depressing eyes and nodded, getting up from his seat and Prim followed him in quietly. "My parents are away on a trip, won't be back till like sometime next week." 

"That's pretty cool, gonna throw a few parties?" She elbowed his side and wiggled her brows. Lars shrugged and gave a very small smile. 

"I suppose a party or two wouldn't be so bad," Lars thought aloud, flicking the lights on in the kitchen. There on the island sat a plate of doughnuts, soaking in all the glory. Prim licked her lips and her eyes lit up. Lars plopped down on a chair and the younger of the two sat across from him. "Want one?" Lars asked, taking a pink icing topped doughnut. 

"Do I ever!" Exclaimed Prim, taking the one with white icing and rainobow sprinkles. She could never turn down the most delicious thing in the entire world. Well, right behind cookie cat. "Oh man these are bomb!"

"Big Donut never fails to impress," muffled Lars while eating his doughnut. After a few more bites of their delicious treats, Prim cleared her throat to speak.

"So how about we talk about the nightmare, hmm?" 

"Oh, u-um, now that I think about it, I don't really think it's worth mentioning anymore." Lars rubbed his arm uncomfortable, fidgeting around in his seat. 

"Dude I came all the way over here because you had a nightmare, I could be sleeping right now." She rolled her eyes. "So you're telling me."

"But it's stupid, really." 

"Not to me it isn't."

"Well to me it is."

"C'mon Lars I didn't come here for nothin' "

"Prim just let it go." 

"Nope."

"You're really starting to annoy me."

"Don't care, now spit it out already!"

"No!"

"Why not?!"

"Because it's dumb!"

"Its not dumb!"

"Yes! It! Is!"

"UGH!" Prim stood from her seat and jabbed her finger into Lars's chest. "Why must you be so freakin stubborn?!"

"Why are you always trying to get into everyone's business?!" Lars pushed Prim's arms away. 

"YOU TOLD ME TO COME OVER!" Prim flailed her arms around. "God, you say you're life is so horrible, so miserable! Oh boohoo Lars!"

"Yeah! SO WHAT?!"

"Maybe if you talked about your feelings you would be a nicer person and everyone would like you!" Prim yelled at him, shoving the chair in and leaning over table to get in his face.

"Well in so sorry your majesty but I HATE talking about my feelings!"

"WHY?!"

"B-BECAUSE I'M SCARED!!!" Lars's hand went down and he hit the table with a loud bang. Silence fell between them, the only sounds filling the air at the moment was their heaving. "Are you happy?!" His voice cracked as he wiped the building tears from his eyes, sitting back down and hiding his face in his arms. Lars's shoulders shook as he cried and Prim looked down at him pitifully. 

Prim sat back down and sighed, running a hand over her face. "Lars..."

"W-What?" He whimpered into his arms.

"Look at me."

Lars moved his head so that Prim could only see just his eyes; those dark eyes that were streaked with tears. 

Prim put her hand on his arm and leaned in. "Tell me what happened."

Lars furrowed his brows, wiping his eyes and grabbing a tissue from the tissue box beside him. "It's just...it was all dark. No light, nothin, just pitch black. A-And I was alone! Just me, falling down an endless pit of darkness. Prim I couldn't escape! I was so scared! No mom and dad, no Sadie--no Steven...n-not even you..." he placed his hand over Prim's, looking away with tinted cheeks. "I thought it would never end. And then there was horrible voices. They said such hurtful t-things..." Lars shut his eyes tightly and his shoulders shook. 

"What did these voices say Lars?" Prim asked gently. 

"They....they...called me pathetic. A-A waste of s-space. They said my parents were ashamed of me. That I was a loser." He covered his eyes. "But they were true. These voices were right about everything they said." 

Prim's eyes widened and it felt like her heart broke. 'Oh you poor thing...' She was his friend, this was probably the first time Lars has ever opened up to anyone, but Prim didn't know what to do.

"Why can't I just be like Steven?" Lars said. "Why can't I just be like...you?" He looked up at her. "You're kind to everyone and everything. You're smart, passionate, you help everyone who has a problem, and you make a new friend everyday--the same with Steven. Y-You're nice to me, even when I treat you badly," the teen looked away with shame. 

Prim shook her head, "There's only one Steven, there's only one of me, and then there's just one of you. And to just think of two Stevens drives me nuts," she cracked a toothy smile, thinking of her brother. "The things those voices said aren't true in any way, shape, or form, I  promise you that. You are who you are, and no one could change you. Sure you have your bad days, but who doesn't? And sure you have more bad days than good, but that just makes the good days seem even more special then they really are." Prim cupped Lars's cheeks, wiping the tears away with her fingers. "You're special."

"R-Really?" Sniffed Lars, swallowing hard and face becoming hotter. 

"In my eyes you are. To me you always will be." The two smiled at each other, faces rather close now. "We all get nightmares. Even you Lars, even I."

"Thank you, Prim..." Lars whispered. "Ya'know, now that I look at you more and more often, I never told you this, but you really are beautiful."

"Jeez, I get you to open up once and you're already telling me I'm beautiful?" She smirked, blowing a lose strand of hair out of her face. 

He rolled his eyes, moving his eyes away from hers. "W-Well, since we're in the moment n' all, I thought I should just tell you. I mean, you're gorgeous!"

Prim's face started to feel hot with embarrassment, the sweatshirt suddenly not being needed anymore. Prim pulled back and pulled the sweatshirt off, the cool breeze hitting her skin and her gem glowing with passion. It was out there, making her body feel warm with....love? 'This is an odd feeing...' she thought to herself. She only ever felt her dad's fatherly love, or Steven's brother love, even the Gem's motherly love in a way...never this kind. Maybe it wasn't even love, she didn't know, but from then on when she looked at the boy in front of her, she felt...different. Her stomach tingled, like butterflies swarmed inside. Her heart pounded in her chest, her cheeks going red as she leaned forward again. 

"O-Oh w-w-well thanks," Prim laughed softly, rubbing the back of her head. "You flatter me---

A pair of lips pressed against hers, a hand on the back of her head. Prim stuttered into the kiss, her heart skipping a few beats, a feeling of warmth engulf her. Prim kissed Lars back, holding his shoulders. A few seconds later they both broke away, gasping for air, falling back in their seats. She touched her lips with her fingertips, slouching in her chair. 'Did he just...?'

Lars himself looked like he couldn't believe what he had done. He covered his mouth, his face passed the color red, looking away out of sheer humiliation. "I'm sorry Prim, I...I-I don't know what came over me--" Prim rose from her seat, looking at Lars with a smirk. "Wait, where are you going?" He asked, sounding a bit saddened and panicked. 

She rolled her dark eyes at him and walked around the table and stood in front of Lars. "Where am I gonna go?" She asked, a smile on her lips. 

(Ok so like I don't know if this is Would be labeled as pg 13/14 form this point on, so don't go nutso in the comments!)

Prim sat down on Lars's lap, facing him with her arms around his neck. Lars seemed to be in a dazing shock, his eyes still glittering with settling tears and face shining with streaks. She pressed against his chest, a small cheeky smile spread against her face. Lars stuttered over his words, his hands resting on her back, fingers moving over her gem. "I-I-I like you..." Lars mumbled quietly, looking her in the eyes (I know, real cheesy). "Like...really really like you..."

"Really? I haven't noticed," Prim raised her brows, "I'm just curious why me and not Sadie."

"Sadie..." he started, "I only ever seen Sadie as a friend. Nothing more, but I think she feels a bit stronger about me instead." 

"You don't think she'd be really mad at us, do you?" The girl of 14 asked a bit worriedly. After all, Sadie was her friend too, and she would never want to upset her.

"I don't know, actually, we'll just have to see."

"So that means..." Prim laughed a little, shrugging her shoulders, "that we're dating? Like...a thing?" 

Lars smiled widely, nodded his head, and rested his forehead against hers. Prim kissed his cheek, then his jawbone, and then laid a small kiss on his neck, and then a bigger one where his shoulder and neck met. "You won't ever abandon me, would you?" he moaned, his grip on Prim becoming stronger. "Like, leave me for someone better?"

Prim, the girl with dark, long springs for hair, chuckled softly, hugging the older boy's skinny yet strong chest to her. "Never" is what she whisper, giving him a loving kiss on the cheek.

[sweeethinny]

I did it a while ago, and I don't know if there are mistakes because I'm late to leave but I want to post this

sorry for the mistakes

:)

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Harry really thought that after becoming a father he had gained auditory powers, especially after that night.

Everything was fine, all five Potter were asleep and the house was in pitch-black at dawn, when he heard little feet that shouldn't be out of bed, drumming on the floor. Noticing that his wife was still asleep, after breastfeeding little Lily, Harry got up calmly and walked out of the room, already knowing the way by heart so he wouldn't have to wear glasses.

Albus' room was quiet, so he went directly to James's, which was a to alert; James slept through the night after he was big, rarely had nightmares or was sleepwalking.

''Daddy. '' The boy whimpered when he opened the door, finding him standing in the middle of the room, possibly to go and meet his parents.

He didn't even have time to ask what had happened before his eldest son vomited on the floor, making Harry really wake up.

"Damn it James." Harry didn't care about the dirt, picking up the five-year-old boy in his lap, taking him to the bathroom quickly, where another wave of vomit came, this time, into the toilet.

''Sorry.'' His sobbing cry came out loudly, and Harry stroked the boy's hair, trying to calm him down.

''What happened?'' Ginny seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at her husband and son crouched in front of the toilet, while James cried against his dad's chest.

''He woke up throwing up.'' Harry tried not to care about the tremor that ran through his body, nervousness catching him off guard ''Okay, Jamie. Put it out if you need.'' And as if predicting, the boy vomited again.

''Holy shit. Spoiled food?'' Ginny had wide brown eyes, also seeming to feel Harry's tremors.

It wasn't the first time that they faced it, obviously, but it was always a little scary, especially when it came out of nowhere, without a flu or fever.

''But shouldn't we all be bad?'' Harry said, as James vomited again. ''Are you in pain, Jamie?'' Ginny opened the cupboard next to the sink mirror, looking for a potion.

''No. '' Whined ''Sorry for the mess, Dad, I tried to hold on'' Harry felt his heart squeeze and hugged the boy tighter, stroking his dark hair

''All right, dear, Dad doesn't care, then we clean that up. Don't hold back, if you need to, throw up.''

''Here, take honey, it'll pass, I promise'' Ginny offered a small glass with a purple liquid inside, spilling herself into her son's mouth, while Harry still held him

''Eww'' She nodded

''I know, but it will make the pain go''

''Let's take a shower, mate, I'm going with you'' Harry hadn't done that to James in a while, but he didn't care so much now. He took off his dirty clothes, and the child's, then carried him under the spray.

Washing it and assured that James was already calmer, the two got out of the bath, with no more smell of vomit around the house or remnants of themselves.

''Albus and Lily are fine ... I think he better sleep with us'' Ginny picked the child up, putting his pajamas apart and smiling ''Want to sleep with us, Jamie?''

''I'm a big boy now'' He commented as he laid his head on his mother's chest, hugging her waist as he settled under his parents' covers

''Something must have done wrong'' Harry said lying down too, hugging his son among them who already seemed half asleep, not paying much attention to 'being a big boy'.

''I don't like it when they look like this'' James snuggled closer to his mother, like when he was a baby, getting a pat on the hair

''Neither do I'' He kissed his son's fragrant hair

''Better have a bucket nearby'' She summoned the object,, leaving it on her side of the bed ''Caution.''

And she was right, it was better to have a bucket close by when the boy woke up throwing the potion, the noise of longing waking Harry and Ginny a second earlier, making his mother take the bucket and position it for James.

The rest of the night Harry stayed awake, worried that his son would drown if he vomited in his sleep, trying to figure out what would have triggered it, helping Ginny when Lily woke up and asked for her mother's chest. In the end, it was six in the morning and he had barely gotten three hours of sleep.

"If he gets sick ..."

'' ..I know, I'll call you, don't worry'' She kissed his lips, Harry was about to leave for work, even though he didn't want to, his son still sleeping on his side of the bed, sprawled as usual ''I'll talk to my mom to see if there's anything we can do'' He looked at his son again, feeling his heart sink ''He'll be fine, it could just be a virus''

''I wanted to take the pain for myself '' He sighed ''Call me anything, I drop everything for some other idiot to do'' She laughed

''I know you don't think your aurors are stupid '' One more quick kiss ''But I'll call. We'll be fine ''

Obviously the plan backfired, since less than five hours later, while Harry was irritated by even the air particle, he was warned that his wife had called him out because of a family problem.

'' Take care of it all and tomorrow we see what to do. I have to go '' And he apparated, thinking that the flu would take too long and every second was valid, his heart already nervous.

'' Daddy! '' Albus jumped on his legs, hugging him tightly '' Jamie is bad '' He spoke half-curled up, blinking green eyes in his direction

"Hi my love" "He lifted the child on his waist" "Where is he?"

'' Here! '' Following his wife's voice, he went to the bathroom, again seeing his son crouched and pale in front of the vase, vomiting what appeared to be just his gastric juice '' No improvement since ten '' Harry until could talk about her taking an hour to call him but he was so worried he ignored

'' What did your mother say? '' Albus grimaced when his brother threw up again, hiding his face in his father's neck

"That may be something you want"

'' Can you remember anything? '' Ginny hugged her son as he hid his head in his chest, kissing his sweaty hair

''Nothing. I already asked and doesn't say anything either '' A meow of Lily appeared, seeming to wake up from her nap

'' I see her, I'll try to remember something ''

"Jamie be okay?" Harry laughed nasally at his son trying to speak, finding his concern cute.

"Yes Al .. Hi Lils, how did we wake up?"

The hours passed with them taking turns to care for the sick child, trying to get him to eat at least one soup, forcing him to drink water and hydration potions, then running to the bathroom while the son threw everything out

Harry tried to remember the days before and if there was anything James could have wanted. And like a flash from a patron, his mind popped, making him think he was a big idiot for not thinking about it.

''I'll be right back. Two minutes '' he warned before disappearing into the flu, his wife putting Al and Lils to bathe, while James continued on her waist as if he were a needy baby.

A few days ago, while he was walking with James and Albus, Harry passed in front of a muggle toy store, loaded with teddy bears everywhere, dolls, puzzles, and other things that made the older child jump of joy, different from the youngest, who cried nervously when he saw one of the bears moving alone, waving at him and winking robotically

Harry, not wanting to cause trauma to his three-year-old son, soothed James about them going back there the other day to buy what he liked from the window, but with three kids (one of them, barely turning a year old), Robbers wanting to leave and leave him in charge, and Ginny getting away from the Harpies completely, things got a mess and he forgot to take his son back to the store.

Smiling at the attendant and asking for the cart that was still in the window - The last one! - he returned to the house, carrying the yellow package and feeling terrible for that being the reason James kept throwing up since dawn (he expected)

'' Where is he? '' Ginny was lying on the couch, Albus and Lily playing on the living room floor together, while the boy tried to make her understand why the castle was not built that way.

'' Up there sleeping ... What was it? '' She pointed to the package

'' A muggle toy '' He smiled sadly '' I can't believe I didn't remember '' he threw himself on the couch next to her, the children in front of they oblivious to their parents

'' Don't blame yourself, Harry '' He pulled on his hair, denying and closing his tired eyes

"I had promised, Gin"

'' But you didn't remember. It wasn't because you didn't want to give it to him. '' As if he knew they were talking about him, James came down the stairs, dragging his favorite blanket, his eyes tired and small, without the mischievous glow that usually roamed the brown irises

"Are you all right?" They looked worriedly at the boy who crawled to the sofa, lying on his mother's lap

'' I didn't want to be alone '' James didn't even seem to notice the package next to his father, closing his eyes and covering himself up to his neck, looking small and fragile. Harry wanted to throw himself off a bridge.

"I have something for you, Jamie," he whispered as if it were a secret, kissing his warm forehead.

'' What is it? '' As a curious child, albeit sick, he opened his eyes, finally focusing on the package

"I'm sorry I forgot, son." He smiled sadly, handing over the stupid cart that had caused all that confusion.

Albus finally seemed to see the package, turning curious and wanting to see it too, Lily finding the color more than incredible, trying to get up to pick it up

"Wow, it's that cart" "As if it were the best potion in the world, the color returned the child's cheeks, at least a little while, while he took the toy out of the box "Grandpa will find it cool, he has remote control" He smiled at his mother, big eyes blinking excitedly 

'' I'm sure he'll love playing with you, darling '' Ginny smiled warmly '' See, he didn't even care that you forgot '' She whispered to her husband, who looked a little dejected at the three children now on the floor, James looking live again as  put the pieces together, Albus looking absurdly at the toy and Lily kneading and unmasking the package, loving the noise.

'' Tell that to his stomach, who puked up his guts ''

'' Thanks dad '' The son hugged the man, still a little warm and yellow, but much less gray than before

'' I love you, Jamie '' He gave the boy a kiss '' Want some help with riding? It looks like hard work, the track is quite extensive. ''

"Yes, come here"

[...]

'' Stop thinking about it, Harry '' Ginny hugged her waist, laying her head on his back, kissing her bare shoulder blades '' You are a good father ''

'' He spent almost a whole day throwing up, Gin. Because of a damn toy '' He spoke a little irritated to himself

"But in the end he won, and he is better, he managed to eat, he no longer has a fever, he did not vomit anymore ..."

"I don't want him to think I'm a liar"

'' He doesn't think ... he was sad to think that you were angry that he was vomiting. I said you were just worried '' He sighed, his throat closing '' It's our first child, we're still learning how to do things, it doesn't cover that much. I also make mistakes ''

"Yeah, I think you're right ... Doesn't he hate me then?"

'' You know you don't ''

For a second Harry remembered when he asked Santa for a cart similar to what James wanted, but he only received coals since he had been a bad boy. He wondered if his son had felt the same disappointment as he did, and it made him sadder.

'' Harry ... look at me '' As she did with the kids, she turned him around, fixing her eyes on him '' I couldn't have chosen a better father for the kids, or a husband for me, you didn't do it on purpose , and James is not going to hate you for that. I don't think he even remembered it was the cart ... I know you promised, but, you kept it. A little late, but okay '' She smiled in that way that made him smile together, feeling loved

'' I love you '' kissed her affectionately '' It's just sad to see he that way '' He looked so much like himself, Harry thought

'' He's already over it. He even fought with Albus when he dropped the control '' She laughed weakly, playing with her husband's hair '' I love you too Harry .. Ah, I forgot, yesterday afternoon, they made a drawing for you, James wanted to deliver you but forgot it and well .. today was not a good day '' Ginny started searching the dresser drawers, pulling out a folded paper carefully '' Even I participated ''

There were several drawings and doodles of different colors, there were hearts, the name of each one written on the parchment in a disorderly way, a golden snitch, even flowers. And in ink, there were three small hands, signed - in the letter of the eldest son - the name of each one below.

'For the best father in the world'

It was written in what he thought was a heart (maybe Albus had done it)

Harry swallowed his tears, looking closely at each scratch as if it were a beautiful work of art.

'' We won't be perfect parents, but it looks like we're doing well '' Ginny laughed, looking at the paper too '' I got one too, but there were a lot more paints and less words ''

The man laughed too, thinking that yes, maybe they were doing well after all

[deadlygoddess85]

Good lil Boy...

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader

Words: 730

Genre: Smut-ish

Song suggestion: Skin - Rihanna

 It was unbelievably warm in the studio; small pearls of sweat were decorating your forehead as you were trying to concentrate on your task to take shots of this young man. Looking through the lens of your camera, you bite your bottom lips struggling to look unbothered by his sex appeal. He takes a pose biting his own lips knowing the effect it has on you. Another pose, this time he put the emphasis on his perfect jawline and his plump, juicy lips. You exhale sharply and you swear you saw him smirk. A few more shots, you gasp when he takes the jacket off one of his shoulder, showing a part of his chest.

That’s it!

“Ok everyone we’re done!” you say putting your camera away. Your assistant gives you a small tissue to wipe your face.

“Are you ok?” she asks concern.

“Huh? Oh yeah! M-must be the coffee I had earlier. It was quite warm.” You tried to lie.

Everybody is very quick to wrap everything up. The studio gets empty very quickly. Your assistant stops next to you and gives you a small memory card.

“The Whole session is on this card. Do you need anything else?” she asks smiling.

You take the card from her hand and pat her shoulder “No, you can go home. I’ll close by myself”

“Alright, good evening and goodnight Y/N” she says, to which you reply with a smile and a wave of the hand.

She walks out the studio and you go lock the door for safety. Going back in the studio, camera in hand, you placed a unique teddy bear you have found in a flea market on a wooden stools and start taking pictures of it.

You were concentrating on your task when you felt arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you to his tone chest, his lips quickly found your neck:

“I thought she’d never leave” his voice was a soft whisper in your ear. His lips resuming their attack on your neck making you whimper in appreciation. You turn around in his embrace, smiling when you see he is still wearing the damn jacket.

One of your hand find its way in his dark hair, tenderly raking your fingertips on his scalp before you grab a handful of his silky locks and gently pull on it. He hisses enjoying the small pain.

Both of your faces are so close, lips brushing, eyes dark with lust, breath trembling in anticipation for more. Your free hand grabs his chin, thumb and fingers caressing his perfect jawline.

“Mmmm, you’ve been so disobedient today.” Your words are soft with a hint of disappointment in it.

The hand on his chin slid down his neck, running over the jacket’s thick fabric, it swiftly unbuttons his pants, going down pass his boxer, finishing its course on his growing bulge. You start stroking his twitching length, applying just enough pressure to tease him but not enough to give him the pleasure he wants. You look into your lover’s eyes, enjoying his reaction. He was so beautiful all bothered like this, mouth agape and hooded eyes.

“Aaah! Y/N..more!” he moans out bucking his hips into your hand wanting more friction. You pull his hair, tilting his head back, making him hiss and giving you the access, you need to decorate his neck with small purple bruises.

“Wrong name baby boy” you calmly say between two kisses “You keep disobeying me tonight, maybe I should just leave” you tease, removing your hand from his dick.

You see the emotion shifts in his eyes, as they were playful and filled with mischief a second ago, now they are pleading:

“NO! No, please…Domina. I’ll be a good boy!”

You hum, nibbling at his jawline and brushing your hand on his painfully hard length only to tease him more. Beautiful whimpers escape from his mouth as you slowly continue your ministration, bringing him closer to his relief. And you suddenly stop everything, earning a pitiful cry from your lover.

“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Wooyoung honey…” you rip the jacket open, the single button that kept the thing close flew somewhere in the studio. You bite your lips admiring the young man’s tone chest, pushing the fabric off his shoulder. You cock and eyebrow and tilt your head on the side:

“Now stop complaining and be a Good Lil Boy for me!”

…

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“I enjoyed writing this one...there’s just something about bratty Woo that I just love.” 

Also for those wondering - A Domina is a Mistress. A dominant female. :) 

All right reserved to DeadlyGoddess. Do Not Copy!!!  

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[sambergscott]

a peralta guarantee

“I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta Guarantee.”

(missing scenes from 7x08 - amy worrying about jake)

hUge thanks to johanna for inspiring this fic and helping when i had a lil breakdown halfway through

When he approaches her desk mid-afternoon with a decaf coffee and the white chocolate chip cookies she’s been craving from the bakery across town, she knows he’s either a) broken something, b) wants something or c) has bad news. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, detecting an excited bounce in his step which can only mean it’s b and c; he wants something she’s not going to like.

“Hey, babe,” he tries to play it cool, clearing a butt-sized space on her desk on which to sit. “I come bearing gifts.”

“What do you want, Peralta?” She cuts to the chase.

“Damn it, you know me too well,” he mutters. “OK, so, here’s the thing: Doug Judy’s gettin’ married. He invited me to his Bachelor Party this weekend and I know he’s a criminal, Ames, but I really wanna go. Like, so bad. Would you be cool with that?”

She conjures up a mental pro and con list. On one hand, Doug Judy is The Pontiac Bandit, known felon, committer of God knows how many crimes, an overall bad dude. On the other, he’s Jake’s friend, singer of the smush songs CD in the glove box of their car that they always forget to take out, giver of the Le Creuset pot she adores. He’s always been nice to her and—.

“Sarge?” Gary interrupts her decision-making process with a quick question about a perp he just brought in, snapping her back to reality. She’s a Police Sergeant, her job is to serve and protect the city they call home and as much as she loves cooking her mom’s beef casserole recipe in Judy’s awesome wedding gift, she has a responsibility to bring him in.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just think it’s a bad idea.”

His face falls, his disappointment coming through loud and clear.

“What were you expecting me to say? Ignore the million arrest warrants out on this guy, many of them submitted by you, so you can drink beer and go to strip clubs?”

“You’re right,” he sighs. “You’re obviously right. Man, being good at your job sucks.”

She nods in agreement. “Remember last month when I had to shut that binder store down for running a secret drug dealing operation out back?”

“How could I forget? You cried for three days straight.”

“They had the best binder collection I’ve ever seen!”

(It was actually what was so fishy about it. In four trips to buy pregnancy binders, she hadn’t seen any of the founding members of the Brooklyn Binder Babes blog — Mary Sue, Catherine, Margaret or Jane — once. And there’s no way a stationery start-up would attract such long queues without their recommendation. It was a pretty easy solve from there).

“The point is, you can’t go to a criminal’s Bachelor Party.” She pats his hand. “You’ll just have to come maternity clothes shopping with me instead. None of my jeans fit me anymore.”

“As much as I would love to, you can take Kylie. I’m going to the party.”

“What?” She double-takes. “Jake, did you not listen to what I literally just said? We’re cops. We cannot be friends with criminals.”

“But we can be friends with informants who have helped us catch numerous, even bigger, more dangerous criminals,” he says with that look on his face, the one he gets when he finds a loophole that he can use to his advantage. She recognises it from home videos Karen has shown her where, instead of tidying his room like she asked him to, seven year old Jake shoves everything under his bed and carries on enacting a police chase with his race cars. “Captain Holt has given him immunity before, so technically I should be able to go party it up with him in Miami!”

“Wait... It’s in Miami? Miami... Florida?”

It’s a stupid question, she knows. Of course he means Miami, Florida. It’s just... they both promised on the flight home that they would never, ever go back there. After everything that happened with Figgis and not knowing if they’d ever see each other again, a statewide travel ban seemed a good way to put it all behind them, focus on all their future moments together, not on all the moments they missed.

“This isn’t like last time,” he reassures her. “It’s only for a weekend and then I’ll be coming straight home for snuggles with you and —,” he lowers his voice to a whisper because they haven’t told anyone she’s pregnant yet, “the baby.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip so hard to stop them overflowing in front of all her uniformed officers. It’s pretty clear that he wants to go and she never wants to be one of them wives who control their husbands’ every move. All she wants is for him to be happy. And if going to Doug Judy’s Bachelor Party makes him happy, he should go, no matter how much she hates the entire state of Florida. She agrees, on one condition: “You have to text me hourly updates to let me know that you’re still alive.”

“Don’t I text you constantly anyway?”

“I guess so,” she sniffs.

He lifts her chin so she’s looking him in the eyes. “I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta guarantee.”

“You better,” she warns, tears suddenly flowing down her face at the thought of him not coming home, not being there to watch Property Brothers with her, not raising their baby and proving to everyone what a great dad he will be.

Used to her extra strength pregnancy hormones shifting her emotions from 0 to 100 faster than John McClane can say “Yippie-Ki-Yay, motherfucker”, he pulls her into a tight hug, careful not to crush the precious cargo that is behind said mood swings.

He strokes her hair and whispers that he’ll be home before she knows it and that nothing, not even the worst state in the country, will tear him away from her.

When it’s time for him to leave, she follows him out to the street and, after a brief argument over the fact he packed his bag before he OK’ed the trip with her and another hormone-induced cry when his cab shows up, reluctantly waves goodbye.

True to his word, he texts her before the car is even out of sight. Miss you already 😘.

--

Her phone buzzes periodically throughout the rest of the day.

In a meeting with Holt and Terry: flying on mark cuban’s dope ass private plane!!!!! ✈️

Cooking dinner: florida is HOT (not as hot as u babe, dont worry)

Doing her crossword in bed: g’night ames, g’night baby, love u both SO MUCH

She smiles, tells him she loves him too and braces herself for the barrage of drunk texts and selfies coming her way.

--

Sleeping without him sucks. The bed is cold, her pregnancy pillow is not as good of a cuddle buddy and she tosses and turns all night worrying about him, where he is, what he’s doing, whether he’s safe.

Her eyes finally slip shut around 1 am when her phone buzzes. Again. And again. And again.

She tries to ignore him, bury her head under her pillow and go back to sleep, but the messages keep coming thick and fast. She groans, giving up and unlocking her phone.

There are 47 new messages from him.

Forty-seven.

Her initial annoyance at being woken up quickly disappears as she scrolls through the thread. He’s mostly sent her random, meaningless emojis and keysmashes, interspersed with the odd “I love you”, “you’re my best friend” and “I’m thinking about you” that warm her heart. He mentions something about their proposal, about crying with Doug Judy, which obviously makes her cry too.

(Dumb pregnancy hormones).

By the time she reaches the bottom, he’s sent her 10 more.

She decides for her sake — and the sake of all of her officers who would have to deal with a tired, emotional pregnant lady — to turn off her phone and reply to him in the morning.

She returns her phone to her nightstand, settles back into a comfortable position and closes her eyes.

She lies motionless for what feels like hours, unable to fall asleep. She tries the breathing technique her brother David brags about constantly, counting sheep like little Matthew, even reciting police codes like Teddy used to go to sleep after sex. Nothing works. She’s still awake.

She turns her phone back on to see what Jake’s up to now, only to see his messages ended abruptly with a caterpillar emoji over an hour ago.  

She immediately panics, dialling 911 into her phone.

Her thumb hovers over the green call button.

She’s heard thousands of crazy operator call stories, frequently reminded the general population to only call in a genuine emergency and watched the YouTube compilations for fun. She deletes the number, positive that if she told an operator her husband was missing because she hadn’t heard from him while he’s at a Bachelor Party, she’s positive she would be added to those videos.

In an attempt to stop her spiral, she contemplates the possible scenarios in which his constant texts would cease.

Scenario 1: He’s living in the moment and has put his phone away (something she has been encouraging him to do lately to reduce his screen time)

Scenario 2: He’s very drunk and has completely forgotten about his promise

Scenario 3: He used up all his battery texting her and his phone has died

Scenario 4: He’s fallen asleep (although a quick check of Trudy Judy’s insta reveals the party is very much still in full flow)

Scenario 5: Judy’s criminal buddies have killed him and thrown his body into the ocean

Once the thought pops into her head, no amount of squeezing her eyes shut will make the image go away.

Holt giving an emotional eulogy about wearing ties and being an amazing detective/genius.  

Some rookie taking over his desk.  

The sympathetic looks when she tells all the other moms in baby group that her husband died.  

Usually Jake is there to hold her when her nightmares get bad. She rolls over, expecting to see his kind eyes and soft smile, the untouched side of his bed only serving to make her cry harder.

She can’t lose him. Not yet. Not until they’re old and grey, and maybe not even then. She spent so long denying her feelings for her dorky partner, rueing every missed opportunity to be together, and when they finally, finally took the plunge, she had never been happier. She can’t lose him yet. They have so much more life left to live.

She can’t lose him because he promised her he would come home safe. He guaranteed it.

She clings onto the tiny grain of hope like one might cling onto a raft in the middle of the ocean.

He would never break a Peralta guarantee.

--

Her phone finally buzzes again an hour later.

From: Unknown

Ames, it’s me, Jake. Judy’s buddies found out I’m a cop + destroyed my phone. So sorry I couldn’t text before. Hope you didn’t worry too much, although I know you probably haven’t slept. You can stop worrying now. I’m safe. Love you + see you tomorrow.  

Love you too, she responds, yawning as she places the phone back on the side table.

Relieved that he’s OK, and exhausted from all the worrying, she falls into the easiest sleep she’s ever had.

--

Before she knows it, it’s the next afternoon, Jake’s keys are turning in the lock, he’s dropping his holdall on the floor and rushing to her side to kiss her all over her face.

“I missed you too,” she laughs, kissing him properly.

“Sorry it took so long — Doug and Trudy made me fly commercial —.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m never leaving you two again,” he swears.

“You’ll have to leave us eventually to go to the bathroom and stuff,” she points out, raking her fingers through the unruly curls that she so hopes their baby will inherit. “Just don’t go back there.”

A solemn understanding passes over his face and he nods. “Never again. Not even if our kid wants to go to Disney World. We’ll take them to the California one instead.”

“Smort,” she says, stealing his line and in an instant, that familiar grin is back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A dozen memories flood back, of oldies in short shorts and shuffleboard and Doug Judy getting away again. Of noice and smort and saying “I love you” for the very first time. Her eyes fill with tears — dumb pregnancy hormones strike again — as she buries her face in his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and lifting her bridal style to carry her to their room. He places her carefully onto the mattress and flops down next to her.

She snuggles into him, eyes closing once more. “Did we even get an invite to the wedding?”

“Not even close,” he sighs.

“Damn it. I would’ve loved to see that trainwreck.”

“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”

[miachanelparker]

Meet The Parkers

INVOLVED: Tyler Carter, Mia Carter, Farrah Parker, James Parker Jr., and James Parker  TIME FRAME: Sunday, March 15th, 2020 LOCATION: Farrah Home; Houston,Texas SUMMARY: Tyler and Mia finally go speak to the Parker’s after announcing their pregnancy and wedding in Paris on the internet.

Mia was surprised that her father had willingly let them into the home after they had stood at the front door assuming no one was there after their long wait. “Hey dad” Mia said to him as they stood at the front door gazing at one another.

James stood there and he gazed at Tyler, the last time he saw the boy he wanted to kill his punk ass, and nothing had changed. He heard about their apparent marriage and their unborn child which did touch his heart greatly. But he was so upset, they were moving too fast and beyond that Tyler had disrespected him in his house. “Hi Mia” he said as his eyes finally left Tyler and looked down at her. “Why are you here?” he asked her leaning against the door. “We already know about everything, your mother had to learn from some damn social media app…” he shrugged. “We are caught up” he told her.

Tyler stood behind Mia’s his hands on her hips, holding her there. He did not like the idea of being in her father’s presence. He thought the man was trash for the way he blatantly disrespected Mia. However, he had promised her he was going to bite his tongue. So, as the man opened the door, after what felt like forever, Tyler rolled his jaw and bit the inside of his cheek.

Mia looked at her father with a smirk and she said “come on daddy” easily to him. “Let’s go inside of the house and I will tell you everything you don’t know and don’t understand” she told him with authority in her voice. She wasn’t the frail little girl she once was; this Mia was a lot more mature and woken now and she didn’t fear much of anything. She moved past her father patting his rock-hard abs as she did.

JJ was hiding at the top of the steps and when his sister appeared, he came rushing down “Mia!” he said loudly as he ran into her hugging her. He held onto the girl tightly he hadn’t seen her in so long and he missed her so much. He pulled away taking her in, her long hair was straightened and down her back. She had on fancy clothes, Gucci? “I missed you sis” she told her softly as he gripped her hands tightly in his.

Tyler moved into the house behind Mia, not saying a word to her father as he brushed past the man. He stood there in the foyer, looking at JJ as he embraced his sister and he said, “Sup” to the younger boy as he tossed a head nod his way.

James looked at Mia with a raised brow as she pushed her way past him, he even took note of her husband doing the same. Amusing. As his son came rushing down the stairs, he sighed to himself closing the door behind him. He walked past the group slowly, his hand resting against his chin as he looked Tyler up and down “hmph” he said walking behind the equally tall man as he moved for his wife in the kitchen.

Mia looked to her brother and she hugged him tightly in her arms as he held her, “hey JJ” she said in a somber voice. As the boy pulled away holding her hands, she nodded her head “I missed you too” she said softly as she licked her lips. “You remember Tyler” she said to him looking back.

JJ looked at Tyler and he looked him up and down, before he looked away. “Yeah who can’t forget the nigga who broke up the family” he said bitterly to her surprise. He dropped her hands and sighed “why did you come?” he asked her. “Last time he and dad were going to kill each other” he said looking at Tyler again.

Tyler stood there and he licked his lips slowly, continuing to ignore James as he slipped his hands into his pockets. At JJ’s words, Tyler’s fists balled in his pockets and he sucked his teeth to keep from saying anything. He had promised Mia. “This lil’ mufucka,” he mumbled under his breath.

Mia looked to her brother and his words made her eyes grow like saucers. She couldn’t believe that was the way her brother had seen it but, truthfully, she had turned her back to them and walked out that door with Tyler. At Tyler’s mumbled words she turned around slowly to look at him “don’t play with me” she told him bitterly, her brother was the one thing for sure she’d fucking rip his heart out over. “Don’t do that” she said sternly. She turned back to JJ and said “I am sorry, that was not his intentions and he could never do that. You know what you mean to me. Even he can’t come between what we have” she said. “He’s my husband now JJ, and he means no harm baby brother. A little rough around the edges, and very protective. But soft and a teddy bear at best” she said with a smirk.

JJ looked at Tyler, he looked mean and aggressive. Why did Mia like him so much? She shared words with the man, for what reason he didn’t know why. And he kept his mouth closed because of it. As she went on to explain herself to him and how she felt he nodded his head slowly at her before he looked at Tyler. Him a teddy bear? He’d have to see it to believe it.  

Tyler shifted on his feet, looking down at Mia as she scolded him and he grunted softly, sliding his hands from his pockets as he folded his arms over his chest. “A’ight,” he said nodding as he licked his lips slowly. His eyes moved back to JJ and he squinted at the boy as he stood there towering over them all.

Mia smirked at her brother again, at Tyler words she maintained her smile for the boy before she said. “Go get mama” she instructed as she licked her lips and continued to smile. She turned around and looked at him, her smile falling instantly as her little brother did as she told him.

Tyler looked down at Mia once more as she turned to him and he shifted on his feet. He was pissed, actually boiling on the inside. He hated her family, but he had to chill. He knew that he had to chill.

Mia looked to her husband and she said “go outside” easily to him as she dropped her purse on the chair. “Let’s have a chat” she said easily as she moved for the front door and she opened it, pointing for him to move. As her mother and brother surfaced, she told them. “Give us a second” she said with a plastered smile before she moved out the house closing the door behind Tyler. “You lost your fucking mind boy?” she asked him angrily.

Tyler looked at Mia and he rolled his jaw slightly. What now man. He hadn’t even said anything for real. He stood there, blinking slowly at her as his arms stayed folded over his broad chest. He looked at her mother and brother as they approached, and he looked them over slowly before he moved outside with Mia. At her words, he said, “what?” to her as he tilted his head and let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

“Tyler do not disrespect my family. I don’t disrespect yours” Mia said easily, as she stood before him, her hands in her sweatpants pocket. “That is my brother” she informed calmly.

Tyler sucked his teeth. “I ain’t say nothing,” he told her as he gazed down at her. “I’m the nigga that broke up the family but I did not say anything, I’m going to keep my mouth shut like I told you I was Mia,” he told her, dropping his arms from his chest as he rolled his wrists a bit out of irritation. “I’ma be cool,” he mumbled, looking off into the distance now.

Mia chuckled at him gently nodding her head slowly at his words, “mm” she said to him as she nodded her head slowly. “You argue with his father at his dinner table. You whisked his only sister away from him. His parents are bothered by it, and you are upset with him for his remark?” she asked him next. “You think, Mr. Big-Fucking-Mouth, that you being silent is, what? Being positive in turn?” she asked him seriously her face that of a woman who was trying to very hard to hide a very scary side of her, but she didn’t fuck around about her damn brother. “You don’t think!” she barked loudly at him. “You just fly off the handle 0 to fucking 100 and there’s never an in between. I tell you fucking what. You are going to take you light skin ass in there and you are going to fix this shit because you need to realize when it comes to ME you can’t fight every fucking battle” she argued. “You were WRONG. Wrong then and you are so far left now. I-” she said, balling her fist. “Whew so help me God” she barked so loud her veins were protruding in her neck. “I am having a baby and so help me God” she said shoving him “she or he will know both sides of their family, there will be love and unity, and you are going to get over this stubborn bull headed shit you got going on because at this point Tyler I don’t give a fuck. You got everything you wanted out of the fucking deal; you’ve angered every-fucking-body now move the fuck on king of the fucking dickheads. If other people don’t want to jump on board, they can jump off but for once in your damn life be the bigger fucking person bro, you too old for this dumb ass high school shit nigga” she said as she moved to shove her parents door open moving inside.

“I told you to stay Mia! I would have waited in that car for hours, I didn’t tell you to follow me… you made that choice,” Tyler told her with a grunt. “Mia, they judged me from the moment I walked through the door,” he countered. “Last time I was here your brother was talking all kind of crazy because of how I look,” he said squinting at her, “but I ain’t say anything then either,” he told her, shaking his head. Huffing, he puffed out his chest, looking off once more as Mia continued to chew him out and his eyes rolled. He was pissed. He didn’t do a damn thing then or now, but he was getting chewed out. He honestly just felt like waiting in the car once again because he didn’t know if Mia was tripping because of the pregnancy hormones or what but he was not here for that shit. As she shoved him, Tyler let out a deep growl from the back of his throat as he looked down at her. “Mia!” he said loudly. “You need to fucking chill,” he told her, trying to remain as calm as he could. He sucked his teeth, his jaw clenched tight. He looked at Mia and he nodded slowly. “You sound fucking stupid,” he told her honestly. “Why in the fuck would I want to set your family ablaze?” he asked her. “What in the absolutely fuck does that do for me?” he questioned her, really wanting to know, not being able to hold his tongue any longer. “You see how tight my family is, why in, as you say, God’s name, would I not want the same for your family?” he asked her, tilting his head as she shoved the door open and he continued to stand there because he wasn’t about to play with Mia or her family, now he was really pissed.

“I can’t choose between the both of you!” Mia said to him easily “I wouldn’t make you do that with your family. But at that moment I didn’t know what to do!” she said agitatedly. As he bantered back and forth with her, she folded her arms over her chest gazing at him. “I’m stupid, okay” she said nodding her head at as she moved back into the house. She looked at Farrah and JJ as they stood there, obviously having heard them yelling at each other. “I got you guys something” she rushed out as she moved to her purse and pulled out the same framed sonogram she’d given to his family, there were three of them of course. “And I know you guys may already know but. I wanted to tell you guys in person about the baby” she said looking at her brother and then her mother.

Farrah looked at Mia as she walked back into the door, she couldn’t deny hearing part of the conversation as she pulled JJ to her. What was this? She didn’t know what to think when it came to them because from one thing to the next it was the extreme. Luckily, her husband was off in his own world or there would be not telling how he’d feel about what just happened. She felt James just wanted to protect her rather Tyler was what he wanted to protect her from or not. At Mia’s words she gripped JJ’s shoulder before she released him and said “come give me a hug” easily. She was hurt to find out about the marriage and child the way that she did, but she understood James didn’t make anything easy for any of them. On top of that she was actually excited about the baby, no matter the circumstances.

Tyler smacked his lips. She was still missing the point. She did not have to choose; he had given her the freedom to stay and be merry with her family. He wasn’t going anywhere. He would have sat in that car and just waited without any issues. As she went on, Tyler huffed out. She worked every single nerve in his body sometimes. As she moved back into the house, he reluctantly moved in behind her, despite the fact that he absolutely did not want to. He stood just beyond the open door, watching as Mia handed over the gifts. He licked his lips slowly, staring past all three of them as Farrah pulled Mia into a hug.

Mia looked to her mother, her words causing her face to scrunch as she began to cry. She moved closer to Farrah and she hugged her tightly “I’m sorry” she offered her as she sniffled hard.

Farrah accepted Mia into her arms, and she hugged her pecking her cheek sweetly. “It’s okay baby” she offered her “I understand” she told her as the girl cried. “Stop crying” she told her softly “I am so excited and so happy baby” she told her genuinely.

Tyler closed the door behind him as the mother-daughter duo continued to hug. He sighed deeply, letting out a small hum, as he released a breath. He needed to calm down for real. He needed to make amends with her family, despite himself. Slowly he turned to her little brother and he held out his hand to dap.

JJ looked at his sister and mother as they hugged, and he sighed as he looked over at Tyler. The boy dabbed him, and he quietly said “sorry” to the man that he apparently upset.

Mia nodded her head at her, and she sniffled hard at her mother’s words as they continued to hug. She hated how much of a softy she was sometimes; she was always crying about something. As her mother told her to stop crying, she said “I can’t” softly to her as she continued. “I want everyone on one accord” she confessed quietly.

Farrah pulled away from Mia at her words and she wiped the girls face gently, how did Mia manage to be a cute crier she didn’t know. She chuckled at her “everything works out in the end” she told her wisely. She looked to Tyler and she pulled the boy in a hug “hi Tyler” she greeted the boy he arms still around Mia’s waist.

Tyler nodded at JJ as he said sorry and he said, “me too,” quietly. As Farrah pulled him into a hug, he hugged her back. “Hi Mrs. Parker,” he said quietly, as he rubbed the woman’s back, holding her tight as he dropped his head to her shoulder.

Farrah rubbed the boys back gently as he actually hugged her back and she licked her lips. “Tyler, you must know that you mean the world to us despite” she said hugging Mia to her as well. “I think we are all bombarded by this but, I adore what you guys are trying to build. And I respect it. And I want to be a part of the baby’s life. I will never do anything to come between you guys. We are all on edge sweetie don’t punish us for it,” she said pecking the boy’s cheek lovingly. “Come on let’s sit and I’ll go find your father. JJ go back upstairs” she said knowingly. He already had an opinion, having thought his sister abandon them for Tyler. He didn’t need to be a part of this. “I’ll be right back” she said to Mia kissing her cheek supportively.

Tyler hugged Farrah back tightly and he pulled back a little, to gaze at her as she spoke. He nodded slightly as he took in what she had to say, and he sighed gently. “I understand,” he said quietly as he slowly released his grip on Farrah. “Okay,” he said quietly, looking at Mia as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.

Mia allowed her mother to speak as her head hung and she wiped her tears, she felt her mother and father hated her for all of this so maybe she just misread. She sniffled hard and she nodded her head at her mother and moved to sit down on the couch swallowing hard. She dried her face before her father came, not wanting him to see her in this light.

Farrah left them and moved down the hallway to find her husband. When she did, she opened the door to his man cave and said “we need to talk this out as a family, get up and come on” she said pointing to the door. “Don’t make me say it twice James, you’ve made a mess of things. Make it right, she’s pregnant” she emphasized.

James looked back at his wife as the door opened, at her words she huffed as he got up turning the tv off. “I told you to leave me out of this woman” he explained although he moved when she said to.

Tyler followed behind Mia and he moved to sit down on the couch as well. He placed his hands in his lap, looking around the room slowly as he sat there in silence. Slowly he turned his eyes to Mia, and he said, “I’ll be the bigger person,” to her softly. “I’ll make this right.”

Farrah looked at James with a raised brow “oh honey, don’t get me started today, I have had just about enough of your shit” she rambled off in creole to him. She followed behind as he moved towards the living room and she said to him behind Tyler and Mia. “You are going to sit your ass down; you are going to discuss this shit and you are going to like it. You got me” she spat in creole, as she rolled her eyes as she moved to sit down in front of Tyler and Mia, in a chair off to the side.

Mia looked back at her mother as she cursed her father out in front of them. She tucked her lips away ignoring Tyler and his words, she was still pissed the hell off at him. She turned to look at her mother as she sat, and she breathed slowly.

James looked back at his wife, pausing as he moved to sit down as she chewed him out in front of the young adults. Well. He could pick up certain pieces of what she was saying in the other language, but he was well aware that she was in fact pissed off at him. So, he sat down quietly and said nothing as he rested his hands in his lap.

Tyler grew quiet once more as Mia said nothing to him and he let out a deep sigh, suppressing his own irritation. As Farrah and James sat down before them, Tyler looked at James and he sat back. He looked at Farrah, then back at James expectantly. He really was going to have to be the adult in the situation. “Mr. Parker…” Tyler began, letting out a breath as he put his pride aside. “I am sorry.”

Farrah looked at James, her gaze so strong she could kill him with her eyes, she hated how stubborn men could be sometimes. She hoped JJ had her attitude towards life, God knows his father was a mess. “Speak,” she barked at him, her eyes dark.

James looked at Tyler with a huge sigh, he thought to himself for a long time before he looked to his wife with somewhat wide eyes. “Okay” he reasoned with her, using his hands to signal her to calm down. He looked back at Tyler tugging at the collar of his shirt “I should be the one apologizing” he told the young boy.

“You think?” Farrah interjected annoyed as she shifted in her chair looking at James.

“Farrah, calm down” James said looking at her again with soft eyes before he looked back at the couple. “I am sorry for the drama I caused” he told them both. “I was just trying to protect Mia the best way I knew how” he said.

Tyler looked at James and he sighed deeply, and he placed his hands on his knees. “I didn’t make it any better,” he said honestly. “Sir, if I may, respectfully, protect Mia from what?” he asked honestly wanting to know. “You didn’t even take a chance to even get to know me,” he said looking down. “I love Mia and I am just as protective over her as you are Mr. Parker, I would never do anything to purposefully hurt or harm Mia.”

James looked to Tyler and he sighed softly to the boy he didn’t like talking about this and that is part of the reason why he didn’t want to have this discussion. He leaned up and rested his elbows on his knees as he covered his face gently with his large hand.

Farrah looked at Tyler and it was a fair question, but she knew why he was like that. He ran off every man that came close to her, never let her date, and always hoovered. She sighed heavily and said “when Mia was 10 and a friend of the family molested her Tyler. James-” she said, shaking her head. “Forgive Mr. Parker. We experienced the worst thing two parents would want to endure” she explained swallowing down her nausea.

Mia looked to her father and she looked down, as her mother spoke, her eyes grew a little. She never told Tyler that and honestly never mentioned it after its initial exposure. She bit her lip as she wiped another tear as it fell, sniffling again. “Tyler is very protective of me though, like he said” she said even as she cried, wiping a few more tears.

Tyler slowly moved his eyes to Farrah as James dropped his head. He looked between the two of them waiting for a response before Farrah finally spoke. He looked to her, his eyes growing wide before he looked at Mia, his entire face dropping. “W-what?” he asked, staring at her now. She hadn’t spoken a word about it to him, not ever. He understood why of course, but he truly had no idea. “Mia,” he whispered as he wrapped her up in his arms now, pulling her into his lap without a care. He held her tight, his face pressed into her neck as he squeezed her, not wanting to let go.

Farrah looked to Mia offering her sad eyes “don’t cry baby” she said before Tyler moved to console her and she looked to her husband.

James sniffled slightly, trying to hide his broken heart as his wife explained his issue. He hadn’t even wanted her to go off to school, every second he thought about it honestly. He was supposed to protect her, and he failed. He slyly wiped his tears and he swallowed hard looking down at the floor. “I’m happy for you both and I am sorry” he said very quietly.

Mia dried her face, with the back of her hand and when Tyler pulled her into his lap, she laid her head against his, closing her eyes. “It’s okay” she told him as he squeezed her for dear life. “I know dad” she said, opening her eyes to look to him “we accept your apology” she said for them both.

Tyler lifted his head, looking at James as he apologized and he nodded his head, holding Mia for dear life. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I have a little sister and I don’t know what I would do if anything ever happened to her,” he explained. “Mia is my world and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe from harm as my wife and the mother of my child,” he said before he added, “and rather we’re having a little boy or a little girl, I’ll protect them with my life,” he said truthfully, still squeezing Mia.

Mia looked to Tyler as he spoke, with every word it seemed like his grip was getting tighter around her and she hugged him back. Her arm around his neck as she kissed his forehead tenderly and she looked to her dad. “Everyone isn’t a bad guy daddy” she said softly.

James looked to them both and he nodded his head before he said “I believe you” easily and without thought. “Children are a blessing we have no choice but to protect them at all cost” he said looking back down at the floor.

“That is right” Farrah said nodding her head “we are family, we cannot be at odds” she said to everyone. “Especially with children watching” she added as she pointed up towards the stairs.

Tyler rubbed Mia’s back and sides now, loosening his grip on her a bit as he nodded at her parents. He looked at Mia, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. “Lil Bit,” he whispered to her as he dropped his head back to her shoulder sadly. He let out a deep, sad sigh before he lifted his head and said, “You’re so right,” he told Farrah.

Mia looked at Tyler with red eyes “hm?” she said softly before she rested her head against his again, running her hands against his face. “Agreed” she breathed along with her mother.

“I agree” James said looking to his wife and then his daughter, wrapped up in his son-in-law arms.

Tyler looked at Mia, then at James and Farrah before he stood, gently resting Mia back down on the couch as he embraced James in a genuine hug. He patted the man’s back as he did.  

James looked to Tyler as he approached and he hugged the man, genuine in his actual act. “Welcome to the family man” he spoke thoughtfully.

“Thank you,” Tyler said back to James as he patted his back a little more before he pulled away. “I am honored to be a part of the family.”