#he looks so adorable but i remember that he wakes up

[impish-baby]

More dad survivor x zombie reader + an old friend :) (tw: dead animal, guns, emetophobia, threats of harm)

"Aw, sugar.." The dead bird is the farthest thing from appetizing but you look so darn happy offering it to him, how's he supposed to say no?

"You're the sweetest, daddy will eat it later, ok?" That at least seems to be satisfactory enough for now, as you drop the poor thing down onto the park table.

The playground has long been abandoned, left in disarray since the apocalypse hit, that doesnt stop Hank from finding it absolutely adorable when you try to climb up a slide. Nearly gives him a heart attack though.

"Baby, come on, you're gonna hurt yourself." He wonders if you remember being little and playing here, your memory isn't the best when it comes to some things but you sure seem to recall what it takes to give him gray hairs. "I know you think it's fun, but your old man really couldn't handle it if you got scratched up while you're messing around."

You get hurt so easily now a days, he's basically toddler proofed the house all over again and yet you still find a way to bang yourself up when he's not around, that's why he's taken to tying you up when he can't keep an eye on you.

When you do finally decide to slide back down, Hank immediately sweeps you up into his arms with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright, I think you've had enough outside time for today, we should be headin' home."

It would've been a good day, a great one even, if he didn't catch the glittering of a silver barrel from the corner of his eye.

"Shit-" Hank has never been more greatful that he was holding you, because you lunge automatically for the stranger and likewise closer to the gun. "No, sweetheart, shhh..shh..calm down.." God, he'd love it if you listened, it's hard to pull out his own pistol while trying to wrangle you into staying put.

Other survivors aren't very common in town, most people left after the first few months.

"You gonna let that thing go so I can shoot it?" He recognizes that voice, and it makes Hank's heart sink into a pit in his stomach. "I ain't.. Hank?" A familiar face is rare, a friendly familiar face is nearly unheard of.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, just step back for a minute, alright?" When Hank glances over, he wasn't expecting Bo to be emptying his stomach onto the cement.

"I- Fuck-" The man retches again, dryheaving. "You.. God, the kid.." An honorary uncle, Bo knew you since the day you where born, he didn't see the day that was meant to be your last.

"I know," You stopped struggling once you heard his voice, eyes wide as you simply whine to be let down. "You're gonna have to wait, be patient, hun." That never was your strong suit. "The grown ups need to talk."

"Hank.. man, you gotta let them go.." There's tears in Bo's eyes as he takes a cautious step forward. "They're dead. There aren't any ifs or buts, that's a corpse. You can't-"

"That is my child," He's been a sinner for a long time, if it comes down to it, shooting his brother will be one of his worst. "My baby, what kind of father am I to hurt them?"

"A merciful one!" There are days you wake up confused and scared, you cry for hours or at least your body tries to. "They aren't a person anymore, Hank, they aren't themselves. You're fucking lucky they haven't bitten you yet!"

"I'd welcome it if they did." He's thought about it, that first night when you went cold in his arms and many more after that. "You pull that trigger and that's it, a life without my kid isn't worth living."

"Dammit," Hank almost collapses in relief as the gun is holstered, putting his away as well. "You're still an idiot, huh? Figures.."

Bo approaches slowly, never taking his eyes off your still form. All you do is smile and try to reach out for a hug, but he cringes away with a look of disgust.

Hank's heart breaks as you tuck your teary face against his neck. He doesn't know how to explain in a way you'd still understand, all he can is press a kiss to your forehead and shush your sniffles.

[vaampiired]

Sugar Sweet Words

Twisted Wonderland x F!Reader - 3,400 words

Synopsis: Transported from another world, this poor girl just can’t seem to say no!

This is the only chapter of this book I’ve written so I won’t link it at the bottom :) Please don’t Steal! ^^

All you could remember was sitting at your desk finishing up your homework.  It was late, maybe around Eleven PM.  You rubbed your eyes, trying to rub away the weariness that had crept up on you.  You looked out your window and absentmindedly counted the cars.

One.. Two.. Three.. Wait.. that one wasn’t a car.  Approaching down the lane was an ebony black carriage being pulled by two horses of the same color.  It looked like it came straight out of a fantasy novel.  The silvery decor and the regal way in which it was pulled.  The next thing you remember was blacking out.  Huh.. guess you were more tired than you thought..

When you thought you opened your eyes you weren’t met with the sight of the morning light seeping through your window.  Instead, you were only met with more black.  We’re you still dreaming..?

You reached forward as if you were reaching towards the sky only for your hand to hit a wall.  Wait a minute.

WERE YOU TRAPPED!? You started feeling around you in more of a panic.  A wall on either side of you as if you were trapped within a box of some sort.  You pushed on the one in front of you.  It didn’t budge.  You pushed harder, beginning to hit it until you felt a slight shift in its weight.

With one more push you managed to push it off of you and sit up.  The room was filed with floating coffins and mirrors on every wall.  You looked to your right and there sat a dumbfounded little.. cat? He was adorable!  You smiled to yourself and reached out to pet it.

“Hey! Don’t pet me, human!” He shouted and you retracted your hand faster than you thought possible.

”Y-you can talk—!?” 

“Yeah! I’m Grim! Gimme your uniform, Hurry up!” The little cat with the flaming blue ears clawed at your uncoordinated.  Which you do NOT remember putting on, ever, in your life.  OH! This was a DREAM! And you would wake up any second now, Yeah.

”Why do you need the uniform..?” You asked softly as you picked the cat up, a little less afraid now that you knew it was a ‘dream’.

”PUT ME DOWN, HUMAAAN!!” He shouted and squirmed before going limp with an unamused expression.  As he was squirming his claw grazed your skin.  It hurt.  “Because I’m going to be a great mage! And to do that I need to enroll in Night Raven College, so give me your uniform!” 

His little paws reached out once more, trying to grab ahold of the hood on your clothing.  You held him up in the air as he struggled.  His claw hurt.  The reality that this may not be a dream hit you like a bus.

”Grim- WHERE AM I!?” You shouted in a panic.

”Wha!? You’re in night Raven College.  This is why you should give me your uniform, you’re clearly far more inferior to me, I deserve to go to this school more than you!”

”J-Just give me a minute, you can have it.  I’m not sure what Night Raven College is but you seem very determined!” Your expression was grim, the fact that this very well is reality was making you dizzy.  Mages and a magic school..?

“Yeah!!” The cat grinned and cheered.  “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You were about to start removing your uniform when a hand grabbed your wrist to stop you.

”Could you not be patient? And do not remove your uniform, it must stay on during the entirety of the entrance ceremony, didn’t you read the pamphlet?” The man who had grabbed your wrist was dressed in.. odd attire.  With black feathers attached to his shoulders and a Crow-like mask.

“And please make sure to keep your familiar on a tighter leash-“ It was only now that he paused and really examined your face.  “You’re not a boy.”

”N-no, sir-! I’m not-“ You gulped.  Who was this guy?? The cat in your arms squirmed and thrashed around.

”Lemme go!” He screeched.

”Goodness, young lady please quiet down your animal.” 

“Grim- can you please stop for a moment..?”

The cat grumbled and growled at being ordered around (even though you asked politely) but ultimately settled down with his paws crossed.

”Good.  Now, I believe you are in the wrong school, Miss.  there must’ve been a mix up with the magic.  Worry not though, for I am ever so gracious! I’ll allow you to stay here until the dark mirror can send you right on back home!” He smiled brightly as if he just solved world hunger.  “But that’ll have to wait until after the ceremony, please come this way!”

You held onto the grumpy feline and started hesitantly following the Crow man.  Stranger danger after all.  But he seemed nice enough.  A bit eccentric but no malicious intent.  He led you to just outside the room with mirrors and told you to stay right there before going back inside.  You sat down on a bench with.. apparently your new cat? In your lap.  He wasn’t happy about it though.

”MYAAAAH! Lemme go, Human! I need to be in there for the entrance ceremony!” 

“But he said to wait right here…” 

“And what’s this?” A guy walked up dressed in the same robes you were in.  Why is he allowed to be that pretty-?

The man in question had perfect skin and blonde hair that faded to a lavender and not a single hair was out of place.  He had to be a model.

”You’re a girl.” He stated flatly.  “I’m guessing Crowley made some mistake?” 

His tone suggested that he wasn’t surprised in the least, almost as if he expected it.  He sighed and looked you up and down.

”Even if you were summoned by accident you should always be sure to look your best.” He straightened out your uniform and adjusted your hair.  “And keep the cat away from your face.  The dust in its fur are awful for your skin.” He smiled at his work and entered the room you just came out of.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? You didn’t even get a word in before he left!  He fixed you up like it was no big deal, gave some skin care advice and left.  What a guy.  You honestly were obligated to listen because he looked flawless.  Like Aphrodite walked out of a painting in male form.

A few other students walked by and you started connecting the dots as to why the crow man was so concerned about you being a girl.  Every student here was a boy.  Mostly you got puzzled looks from passers by but a few stared for longer than necessary.  Of course, it’s a ton of teenage boys who probably hadn’t seen a girl all school year.  

Though all of a sudden you felt the states stop.  The guys passing by would look at you then at the ground quickly.  Noticeably avoiding the gaze of another approaching student.  He looked quite a bit older than the majority, equipped with lion ears and a tail at that.  He stopped and looked at you for a second, his eyes narrowing before turning back to look at the group of guys that was originally leering at you.  

You couldn’t see his face but he sent them a nasty glare.  They started sweating bullets and profusely apologized before quickly heading into the mirror room behind you.  The lion man looked back down at you sitting on the bench with your mouthy little cat who didn’t notice a thing.  In fact, he’s been pouting the entire time about not being let inside the chamber.

”Be careful.” Was all the man towering above you said before entering the room after the guys who were caught staring at you.  I didn’t smell any magic on her..

You swung your feet back and forth on the bench while simultaneously keeping your new stress ball (Grim) under control.  After what felt like hours (it’s been 15 minutes) people finally started filing out of the room behind you.  Now, you assumed the crow guy would keep good on his word and.. send you back home..? Hah.. yeah.. you’re still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that this is quite possibly a new world.. 

“Young Lady!” The not so familiar voice called.  “So sorry about the delay, we should get a move on now!” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you over to a mirror with a face in it.

“I’ll be sure to send your family a coupon to a movie theater near you as an apology for the trouble!  Aren’t I so kind?”

You raised a brow but smiled politely anyway.

”Yes.. thank you very much..”

Grim, now realizing this was his chance to escape your oddly tight grab, wriggled away and landed on the ground.

”She wasn’t supposed to be here! Give me her uniform and let me enroll!” He demanded and the crow man frowned at him.

”Your familiar is quite talkative.  But worry not, for i won’t be serving him for dinner.”

Both you and Grim looked appalled at the mere IDEA of serving the poor cat for dinner.

“Now, Oh dark mirror, send this soul back to where she came!” 

For a few seconds there was nothing.  The face in the mirror closed its eyes for a moment before looking back up.

”Nowhere.”  It states plainly.

”U-uh.. oh.  Hm, lets try this again.  Oh Dark-“

”This soul belongs nowhere.” It repeats.  “I see nowhere with rain no snow that this soul originated from.”

”W-what does that mean..?” You asked nervously.

”There is no magic emanating from this soul.” It added.

”Hm… Dear, what was your name?”

”[Name], sir..”

”Can you tell me the name of the country you hail from?”

”Yeah, it’s [Country Name].”

”…I see.  Are you certain that’s the name?” 

“Yes.”

“There is nowhere in all of Twisted Wonderland that I can recall having that name.” He pinches his chin between his pointer finger and thumb in a thinking position.  “Do you perhaps have a form of ID on you?”

You searched your pockets.  You obviously didn’t have your wallet on you since you were only studying when.. this whole situation happened.  Problem was, you couldn’t find your phone either, which you definitely had on you.

”No.. I don’t..”

There was another pause from the man before you followed by a short sigh and a bright smile.

”Well, that just won’t do! The only thing I can think of is that you’re fibbing about your origins or you’re not of this world.”

“Yeah.. kind of figured that out.”

“I’m not one to turn down a poor soul in need without a cent to her name.  You can stay here until we find a way to send you on back home!”

”I can-!?  But where would I stay?”

”Well, you can’t stay in any of the seven main dorms.  Those you have to be assigned to.” He snapped his fingers like he had a bright idea.  “You can stay in the old Ramshackle Dorm!  It’s old and probably needs a few fixes but I’m sure you can manage, right?  Oh, but, since you won’t be an official student of this school for obvious reasons you will need to pay rent.

”R-right..” You gulped.  Anything with ‘Ramshackle’ in the name didn’t exactly sound appealing.. “And I understand rent.. but how do I pay..? I don’t have any money.”

”I’ve already thought of the perfect plan! Instead of paying rent in cash you and your familiar can work as janitors! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

”Yeah.. thank you for the opportunity.” You managed a small smile.

”Wonderful! Follow me and.. bring your familiar along with you.”

”I’M NOT HER FAMILIAR!!! I’M—“ 

Poor Grim was cut off by you scooping him up and squeezing him in a hug.  The poor direbeast couldn’t even fight against it.

”The girl outside the mirror chamber was quite beautiful.  A better skincare routine to take care of those acne scars and she’ll be absolutely stunning.”  Vil recounted to his Vice Housewarden.

”Oh mon! She sounds like a work of art!” His Vice responded, looking forward to observing her on campus.

-

“Crowley screwed something up.  That old bird.. There’s a girl mistakenly attending Night Raven now.”  Leona yawned.  “Make sure to keep her out of trouble.  Or, more likely, keep trouble away from her.”

”Shishishi~ You got it, boss.” The Hyena by his side responded with a smirk.

“This… This is Ramshackle?” You stared at the old dilapidated building.  A piece of wood just fell off the side.  Great.

”Isn’t it charming?” The man, whom you learned to be Crowley, remarked.

”Certainly..” You sweatdropped.  “It certainly has.. character.”

”It sucks.” Grim deadpanned.  “Is this even livable?”

”I knew you would adore it! Now, come on inside.” He pushed you towards the porch.  Halfway up the steps you expected a gust of wind to blow and for the building to go with it.  You walked in with Grim glaring daggers at the walls and windows.

“I’ll be sure to bring you dinner later tonight.  For now, get settled in!” Crowley bowed and disappeared.

”I don’t wanna live here, Human!” Grim whined as he squirmed out of your arms.  “This is no place for a great mage like me to live!”

”We’ll have to make due..” You ruffled his fur.

”EEK! Human! The roof is leaking!” The feline screeched as he felt a drop of water land on his nose.

”I’ll go find a bucket-“

Grim cling to your leg as you searched through a nearby closet to find a bucket to place under the leak.

”Need some help?” A sudden voice you did NOT recognize sounded from behind you.  You nearly jumped out of your skin and threw the bucket at the voice.  It phased right through the figure.

”Hey, calm down, young lady.” It was a ghost in a top hat!

”Yeah, we don’t mean no harm.” His buddy smiled.

”We were gonna scare you but you seem shaken up enough.” A third chimes in.

”Oh.. uh..”

”ITS A GHOOOOSTT!!” Grin screamed and clung tighter.  “[N-NAME] GET RID OF IT!  OF THEM! MYAAAAAAHHHHH!!”

”Your pet is quite the chatterbox..” The first ghost chuckled.

”Grim, they seem nice, calm down.” You gave a reassuring smile to your feline friend.

”Yep! Come on, there’s one bedroom that doesn’t leak.” The second ghost starts leading you up the stairs and opens the door to a simple little bedroom with a big mirror hanging on the far wall.

”Thank you so much!” You smiled.

So bright.. they all thought unanimously.  The first ghost was the first to snap out of his daze.

”There should be some dry blankets in the closet.”

”And we made sure to clean the mattress when we saw the Headmage approaching with you!”

”Hmmmm.” Grin smirked.  “Appreciated.  How about I make you my henchman as well!”

“…Would he like a cat bed?” One of them asked and the others burst out laughing.  What a lively bunch!

”Maybe!” You answered.

”NO! I’m sleeping in the bed!” Grim huffed and jumped up on the plush mattress.  No dust flew up in the air when he did, the ghosts really did clean in here!

”We’ll leave ya be now.”

”Yeah! If you need anything extra there’s a school shop not too far.  We’ll put in a good word for you!” They all smiled.

”Thank you so much!” You we’re almost tearing up at how welcoming they were.  Your panic about a brand new world was fading the more the ghosts laughed and joked with you.

“Bye, young lady!” They all said in union before fading out of the room.

”See? Ghosts aren’t so bad!” You flopped down on the bed and grabbed ahold of Grim.  By now he had already figured out that struggling was futile and let you snuggle him.  Though, you did keep him away from your face like the stunning boy from before had recommended.

“Yeah, Yeah.. Tomorrow though, I’m gonna be ruling this school.” He yawned.

”Grim, you’re not a student.” You smirked.

”I’LL GET THERE EVENTUALLY!” 

After a few more minutes of back and forth between you two Grim fell asleep on his belly.  All curled up and absolutely adorable!  You followed him soon after, fading into sleep.. something like being sucked into a whole new world was something you only thought could happen once upon a dream..

Crowley popped up in your room a few minutes later with your dinner only to find you asleep.  He wasn’t sure of what to do but decided not to leave it or it would go bad.  He’s just make sure you got double breakfast in the morning.  After all, he is ever so gracious!  The ghosts ended up kicking him out.  

In all honesty, you slept pretty well for a girl who was sent to another world to an all boys school of magic, now live in a dilapidated old dorm with several ghosts, and adopted a flaming cat.  All in one day.  Actually, less than a day.

You woke up to a nice day.  The storm from the previous night had passed and the building didn’t blow over so that was a win! Grim was still dead asleep so you quietly stalked downstairs and found.. another ghost..? Only this one had a chef hat.

”Morning!” All four ghosts greet as they notice you.

”How was your first night in Ramshackle?” 

“It was pretty good.  Thank you again for cleaning the bed.”  You smiled.

”It was our pleasure! We’re happy to have new roommates!” 

The ghost with the chefs hat lays out two plates and stacks them full of pancakes, syrup, and fruit.

”Woah-!” You gasped.  “Is this..?”

”Welcome to Night Raven, kid!” The chef hat ghost smiled.  “We heard that your summoning was an accident and that you’re not even from this world so we wanted to make your first day a good one.”

You actually teared up.  They were all so welcoming!  This was so unlike what it was like at your school in your old world..

”Thank you..” 

“Woah, hey! No tears!” They all panicked thinking they had upset you.  Did you hate pancakes that much!? Are you allergic to fruit!?

”No, no! I’m so relieved..” You chuckle.  “I was afraid I would have to start completely on my own.. I don’t know anyone besides Crowley and Grim now..”

”Well you have us now too!”

”Yeah! If anyone needs a good scare just give us a call.”

”You should eat.  You and Grim are janitors now, yeah? Gotta eat a good breakfast if you’re going to clean this massive school!” The ghost grabbed a non-busted chair and set it in front of the table for you.

”IS THAT FOOD-!?”

Grim came bounding down the steps like a man starved.  He was grinning ear to ear.

”YEAH!  Pancakes!  Do you have some tuna you can put on it?” 

“Uh- no, I don’t believe so.” The chef ghost answered.

”Awh, bummer.  That would’ve totally made them the best. Well, food is food! Down the hatch!” He swallowed his whole plate of pancakes whole without a second thought.

”Careful!” You shouted in worry.  “You’ll choke!”

He swallowed and smiled triumphantly before his eyes zoned in on your stack of pancakes.

”No, Grim!” Everyone shouted and he pouted.

”I wasn’t gonna eat them all.. just a nibble.”

”This is my breakfast.  You JUST ate.”  You laughed.

”So!? I’m still hungry..” 

“I’ll make more.” The chef ghost smiled.  “Don’t worry, I have plenty of ingredients.”

”YEAH!” Grim cheered, pumping his paw in the air.

”Thank you so much, really!” You thanked once again.

”Don’t even mention it, kid.” He replies as you dug into your pancakes.

After finishing your meal the ghosts gave you a special uniform for the Ramshackle Dorm.  So you weren’t completely standing out among your peers.  

“Awh! She’s all grown up!” One sheds a tear.

”She’s not your child, you met her yesterday-“

”SHUSH!  I’ve adopted her as my daughter, you can be the cousin twice removed.” 

“WHAT-“

”Bye! Thank you, I’ll be back later!” You smiled and waved as you and Grim prepared to head out.

”Byeeee!”

”Be safe!”

You smiled a bit wider and shut the door before heading down the steps onto the pathway.  It was only now that you fully realized how massive the school was.. it was a whole dang castle!  You were a bit intimidated while Grim looked more fired up than ever.

[loulou-land]

Forget-Me-Nots & Heart-Shaped Pancakes

Day 14 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Valentine’s Day | 1,437 | on ao3

(I haven’t posted day 13 but I will, it’s just not finished yet 😭)

Buck was a little nervous as he placed the final touches on the breakfast tray. But he really wanted this to be perfect. This was their first Valentine’s Day and he wanted it to be one that Tommy would remember. He stepped back, hands on his hips, surveying his handiwork.

Heart-shaped pancakes—check. Heart-shaped eggs—check. Crispy bacon arranged in an almost symmetrical-heart—double check. A strawberry smoothie, because it was pink and also Tommy loved sweet drinks, and a cute little napkin that said Will you be my Valentine?—perfect.

Now all that was missing was—his phone buzzed.

Right on time, Buck thought, grateful that luck was on his side this morning.

He hurried to the door, intercepting the delivery guy before he could knock and wake Tommy. The flower arrangement was even better in person. Delicate, bright blue forget-me-nots mixed with a few sprigs of baby’s breath. Buck tipped the guy, murmured a quick thanks, and rushed back inside.

Flowers—check.

He set them down next to the tray, taking a picture of both for his memories album.

Oh! The card. He’d almost forgotten. Buck had to hide it so Tommy wouldn’t come across it.

He scrambled to the bookshelf, pulling out the card he’d made from one of the books. It was his first attempt at anything crafty in years, probably since he last helped Christopher with his homework. It was a little lopsided, the hand drawn hearts not quite symmetrical, but he’d wanted to do something personal. Something that showed Tommy he’d put real care and thought into it. From his heart. And that was what mattered, right?

…Maybe he should have just bought one. What if he thinks Buck is being cheap?

Buck bit his lip, looking at his creation, debating whether he had time for a last-minute store run. He glanced at the clock. Nope. Tommy would be awake before he’d make it back.

Sighing, he placed the card on the tray, gave everything one final once-over, then carefully picked it up and headed upstairs.

Tommy was still curled up in bed, bundled up in the blanket, his face buried in Buck’s pillow, arms around it as he snored softly.

A grin tugged at Buck’s lips. That was—God, that was adorable. It was as if when he had left the bed this morning, Tommy had gone searching for him, and upon not finding him, he settled for the next best thing…his pillow.

His heart clenched with so much love he had to take a pause before he cried over Tommy’s pancakes.

Buck set the tray down on the dresser before grabbing the flowers and sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, his hand warm against Tommy’s shoulder.

“Baby?” He murmured, giving him a gentle shake.

Tommy made a low, sleepy noise, burrowing further into the pillow before sluggishly turning his head. “Mmm…whazz…everything okay?” His voice was thick with sleep, eyes barely open.

Buck melted. He was absolutely in love with this man.

“Yeah, everything’s okay,” he reassured him softly. “I just…got something for you.” He felt a little shy now, suddenly worried it might be too much. They were already celebrating Valentine’s at a fancy restaurant tonight. But he’d still wanted to surprise Tommy with something. Oh well, no turning back.

Tommy rubbed a hand over his face trying to wake up, and when he finally blinked his eyes open, they landed on the flowers in Buck’s hand.

He stilled.

For a long moment, he just stared. And Buck held his breath.

Then, slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his voice quieter now. “Babe…are those for me?”

Buck’s stomach dropped at the disbelief in his voice and he vowed to himself then and there, he’d give Tommy flowers for the rest of their lives.

“Yeah,” Buck exhaled, offering them. “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Tommy reached out almost hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the petals, featherlight. “They’re beautiful.”

“Evan…” his voice was barely above a whisper, something raw and vulnerable in his expression.

Buck swallowed, suddenly rambling as he still felt unsure whether the flowers had been a good idea. “They’re forget-me-nots. I know roses are more traditional but—uh, I don’t know, these just felt right? They’re blue and they remindEd me of your eyes, and—oh, did you know flowers have meanings? I mean of course they do. But like, there’s this whole language. And these mean true love and loyalty, and I just thought—”

“Evan.”

Tommy’s voice was gentle but firm as he reached out, catching Buck’s waving hand mid-air, stilling him. He tangled their fingers together, settling Buck’s nervous energy.

“I love them.” He swallowed hard, his grip tightening slightly. “No one’s ever given me flowers before.” His voice wobbled just a little, just enough for Buck to hear it. “Thank you.”

Buck beamed, his heart expanding in his chest. “You deserve flowers. And well…there’s more.”

Tommy’s brows lifted a little incredulously. “More?”

Buck jumped up, grabbing the tray. “Breakfast in bed for my sweetheart.”

Tommy shook his head, his eyes crinkling in fondness. He sat up properly, adjusting the blankets around his waist, and when Buck set the tray in front of him, his face lit up even more.

“Baby, this is amazing.” He glanced at Buck with something impossibly soft in his eyes before his gaze caught on the card.

Carefully, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands. His hands were steady, but Buck could see the slight tremor in them.

“Did you…make this yourself?” Tommy asked, his voice soft.

Buck rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, a little embarrassed. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I—I’m sorry if it’s too cheesy. I probably should’ve bought one, but—”

Tommy set the tray aside before reaching out, cupping Buck’s chin, gently turning his face back towards him, making sure Buck heard him.

“I love it.” His voice was calm, but his eyes—his eyes were shining, glassy at the corners. “Evan…seriously, thank you. You’re the best Valentine I've ever had.”

Buck’s breath caught in his throat.

He barely had time to say anything before Tommy leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated lingering kiss.

Buck sighed into it, heart racing, warmth spreading through his body.

Tommy pulled back and Buck tried to follow his lips, whining when he couldn’t keep kissing him.

Tommy hummed, amused. “Don’t you want your gift?”

Buck considered it for a second. His curiosity won out. “Okay.”

Tommy laughed. “Don’t pout. I’ll kiss you as much as you want later.”

“I wasn’t pouting,” Buck said, while he pouted. “But I’ll hold you to that.”

Tommy hesitated for just a second before exhaling and reaching over to his bedside table, pulling something out.

A card.

It was firefighter themed, something dorky with the message “Our love can’t be extinguished!”

Buck grinned. “Oh my god.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were flushed as he flipped it open, revealing a trip confirmation, up in the mountains, a cabin.

“I was thinking…” Tommy cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous, which was endearing. “We could go away for the weekend.”

Buck blinked. “Wait. Really?”

Tommy shifted slightly, “Yeah, I mean, I kinda talked to Bobby about it, he said it was okay. And I’d fly us up there—” he stopped suddenly looking unsure, “that’s if you want to. You don’t have to say yes. I—maybe it was presumptuous of me.”

For a second, Buck couldn’t even speak.

And then he was throwing himself at Tommy, nearly knocking the tray over in the process. Tommy laughed, catching him and Buck buried his face in his neck, kissing him over and over.

“Yes,” he said, muffled against warm skin. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Tommy laughed again, tightening his arms around him. “I’m glad. And, I’ll leave all the activity and hiking planning up to you.”

Buck pulled back just enough to press another kiss to Tommy’s lips. “You’re the best. I love you.”

Tommy hummed, smiling widely. “I love you too.”

“Okay, I need my laptop.” Buck said, he jumped up feeling excited for a weekend away with just Tommy and anything he wanted to do. He couldn’t wait. “Eat your breakfast while I research.” Buck said seriously.

“Yes, dear.” Tommy replied, rolling his eyes fondly.

They spent the rest of the morning tangled together in bed, trading lazy kisses between bites of pancakes, making plans, the flowers resting on the nightstand, a bright blue spark of color in the morning light.

Buck couldn’t remember a better Valentine’s Day.

[they-call-me-whiskey]

All the grand gestures

pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

summary: every grand gesture feels like a lie.

warnings: angst; reader has hair; English is not my first language.

author's note: Valentine's Day, and here I am writing angst. great job Whiskey.

“Sirius!”

you weave through the crowded corridor, dodging students as you chase after him. he’s quick, always managing to slip away just before you catch up—but this time, he must hear you calling, because he stops, turning around with an easy grin. his friends halt beside him, watching with amused expressions as you finally reach him, slightly breathless.

“well, hello, darling,” Sirius drawls, his stormy grey eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours.

before you can reply, he steps closer, sliding his hands onto your waist and pulling you in for a kiss—completely ignoring the fact that you’re still catching your breath. his lips are warm, teasing, and for a second, the noise of the corridor fades into nothing.

then—

“oooohhh!”

James and Peter’s exaggerated reactions echo around you, while Remus just sighs like he’s had to witness this far too many times. you feel Sirius smirk against your lips before he pulls away, though he doesn’t let go of you just yet.

“honestly, mate,” James teases, nudging Sirius’s shoulder, “do you have to snog her in the middle of the corridor? some of us are still single, you know.”

“tragic, really,” Sirius replies smoothly, shooting him a mocking look before turning his attention back to you. “what brings you running through the halls for me, love? not that I’m complaining.”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics but smile anyway. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“miss me that much?” he teases, but before you can shove him playfully, Peter grins and chimes in, “so, big day tomorrow, huh?”

it takes you a second to realise what he means.

Valentine’s Day.

Sirius makes a thoughtful hum, as if just remembering. then, his grin sharpens. “oh, yes, I’m very excited.”

your heart flutters at the confirmation. you’d been planning everything for weeks now—choosing the perfect spots, thinking of little surprises—because for once, you wanted to be the one who set up something special. Sirius had a habit of sweeping you away on unexpected adventures, and while you loved it, you wanted to give him that feeling this time.

he already knew, of course. you had mentioned it at least a dozen times, and while he pretended to be mysterious about what he expected, you could tell he was genuinely curious.

“oh, you should be,” you say, grinning up at him. “I’ve got something really special planned.”

“do I get a hint?”

“nope,” you reply smugly.

Sirius pouts dramatically, but there’s undeniable excitement in his eyes.

James groans. “Merlin, you two are disgustingly adorable.”

“jealous, Potter?” Sirius quips, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “come, love, let’s leave the lonely ones to sulk.”

with a wink to his friends, he steers you down the corridor, and a warmth spreads through you. tomorrow was going to be perfect.

the morning of Valentine’s Day starts just as you imagined.

you wake up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, barely able to sit still as you get ready. you take your time, choosing an outfit you know Sirius will love, fixing your hair just right. he was always the one planning these things—whisking you off on wild, spontaneous dates, making every moment feel like an adventure. but today was different. today was yours to plan, and you wanted it to be special.

you glance at the clock. 11:15 a.m. still plenty of time before you meet Sirius at noon.

you’re just about to put on your shoes when the conversation reaches your ears.

it’s coming from the other side of the dormitory door—muffled voices of a few students chatting in the corridor. you don’t think much of it at first, until you hear his name.

“honestly, it’s just so Sirius,” one girl says with a laugh.

“I know, right?” another chimes in. “imagine dating someone just to piss off your family. classic rebellion move.”

your hands freeze mid-motion.

“I still can’t believe he actually went through with it,” the first voice continues. “dating a Muggle-born just to make a statement—like, that poor girl probably thinks he’s serious about her.”

the laugh that follows makes your stomach twist.

they’re not talking about you. they can’t be.

right?

your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you force yourself to move, stepping towards the door and slowly pulling it open. the corridor is already clearing, but you catch sight of two girls disappearing around the corner, still talking.

you don’t chase after them. you don’t even know what you’d say.

because suddenly, memories start rushing back.

Sirius was always so public about your relationship. the way he’d sling an arm around you in the Great Hall, kiss you in the middle of the corridor without a care, loudly declare how much he adored you in front of anyone who’d listen. It never seemed strange before��it was just him. bold. reckless. Infatuated.

but what if it was something else?

what if, in the beginning, you were never anything more than a way to get under his family's skin?

the thought makes your stomach churn.

you want to believe that it’s not true, that you’re overthinking, but the seed of doubt has already been planted. because now, every grand gesture, every public display of affection feels like something you have to question.

is he still using you?

you don’t know what to do.

all you know is that in forty-five minutes, you’re supposed to meet Sirius for what was supposed to be the perfect date.

and you have no idea how you’re going to get through it.

Sirius is already waiting for you when you reach the meeting spot near the castle gates.

the moment he sees you, his face lights up. “there’s my gorgeous girl,” he says smoothly, pulling you into his arms before you can react. he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, murmuring, “happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”

you force a smile, hoping he doesn’t feel how stiff you are. “happy Valentine’s Day.”

his brows furrow slightly, like he notices something’s off, but then he grins again. “come on, I can’t wait to see what you’ve planned.”

you nod, trying to shake the uneasy feeling.

the first part of the date goes mostly as planned. you walk through Hogsmeade, stopping by Honeydukes for sweets, sharing a Butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. Sirius makes jokes, teases you, does all the little things that normally make you melt. and you try—you really try—to enjoy it.

but your mind won’t stop replaying the conversation from earlier.

at some point, Sirius notices.

“alright, what’s going on?” he asks suddenly as you walk down the street.

your stomach clenches. “what do you mean?”

he gives you a look. “you’re quiet. you keep spacing out. and, frankly, love, you look like you’re trying very hard to pretend everything’s fine.”

you should have known you couldn’t fool him.

you take a breath, suddenly feeling like your heart is in your throat. “Sirius, can I ask you something?”

his expression turns more serious. “of course.”

you hesitate, and he notices—his hand squeezing yours gently in reassurance.

that only makes it worse.

you take the plunge. “did you… did you ask me out just to piss off your family?”

the second the words leave your mouth, you feel him stiffen beside you.

he doesn’t answer straight away.

and that silence alone tells you everything.

your stomach twists. “so it’s true.”

Sirius’s grip on your hand tightens. “no—well, technically—” he stops himself, dragging a hand through his hair, clearly struggling for words. “love, listen—yeah, maybe in the very beginning it was like that, but—”

you close your eyes. “I knew it.”

“wait, no—you don’t understand. that’s not what this is anymore—”

you pull your hand from his. “how am I supposed to believe that?”

Sirius looks frustrated—desperate, even. “because it’s the truth!”

but you’re tired. tired of wondering if the love he showers you with is just another form of rebellion.

you take a shaky breath. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Sirius goes still. “what?”

your throat burns, but you step back. “I just… I can’t do this, Sirius.”

then you turn, walking away before he can say anything else.

you hear him call your name, but you don’t stop.

you don’t look back.

[deadscell]

would you???

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Last night I had a dream where phil ochs was in some alice and wonderland type movie and the only thing I could think abt when I woke up was how cute he looked 😭😭

[pyxscythe]

Also I think its time for me to come clean but I know very little about k!pyros lore but wants to find out more but also don't have time or attention spam to watch

No that's so fair I'll be honest if I weren't so fucking autistic about some of the ksmp characters I would not have the attention span or capacity to pay attention to ksmp LOL

I like to think I understand k!pyro like some of the best out of everyone and Jack would probably vouch for that but I cannot for the life of me sit and explain lore

[lamefish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”

[writersdrug]

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:

In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."

Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.

Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.

Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.

Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.

Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.

Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.

Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.

[yzzart]

౨ৎ⊹. BOYFRIEND!KENJI HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of Emiko, Emi and Mina, Ultraman form, Kenji being a little needy (once again), fluff, a little something to warm our hearts and minds so dreamy.

── word count: 683!

⭑.ᐟ Underneath, and sometimes over, tight-fitting t-shirts and extremely expensive fabrics, wear a necklace; however, there is something special there. — His promise ring hangs on the gold chain; like a talisman, something that surrounds he with luck and passion. — Staying attached and close to you, even with a small object.

⤷ If he needs to think or try to decide something dramatically important and you're not around, Sato will take his fingers to the necklace and hold the ring; looking for guidance. — Oh, and waking up, before him, and contemplating that shiny and significant piece, which rests on his broad chest, is angelic.

⭑.ᐟ It's not uncommon to feel, in the middle of the night, Kenji's face trying, persistently, on your neck; readily, wanting to harness the huge and strong body between your. — He doesn't care about the grotesque difference in size, just at that moment, and he doesn't give up.

“Kenji, be careful…!” — Your voice, fully, drunk with sleep and maintaining stillness, murmured between the boy's black and shiny locks; who only responded with a snore, more like a purr and clinging even tighter to you.

⭑.ᐟ Sato can't keep his hands off you, no matter what's going on, what you're doing or what simple task you're performing; hands on your waist, kisses on every exposed and revealed part of your body, thin and wide fingers catching on some part of your clothes. — Don't be upset with him, this poor man is in love with you.

⤷ One day, Mina compared him to a sloth and obviously got a frown of disapproval and the adorable Emi observes how her “father” remains so attached to her “mother”. — Even laughing and grunting when he saw a completely sleepy and desperate Ken crawling towards you.

⭑.ᐟ Please, we have, we need to talk about all the times Kenji and Emi train together, most of the time, being just leisure moments, you sit in the stands, virtually, scheduled and cheer for them; accompanied by Mina. — The feeling of nostalgia, remembering an incredible part of his life, is exposed in Ken's chest; remembering his mother.

⭑.ᐟ I can easily imagine Ken pressing his nose against your cheek or neck wanting your attention; also, when he wants to show you the way Emi is sleeping, enjoying the baby's sweetness. — And, together, pressing his forehead against yours during countless moments of the day and night, when you get home after confronting some creature and every time he want to say "i love you" to you.

⭑.ᐟ This man knows you like the back of his hand; no one can disagree or dispute this fact. — Kenji pays attention to your gestures, noticing your body language and, for a matter of seconds, he knows that something is bothering you; and, there he is, dedicating himself, with all his attention, to doing his girl well.

⭑.ᐟ Funny situations, for Ken, between you and his Ultraman form are included in your lives. — Once, while chasing Aboras, he ended up finding you on the street, wanting to go home, and clearly he was distracted by wanting to cause a provocation. — Mina gave the boy a long, and rightly so, scolding.

“Go back to the house, young lady.” — The robotic voice filled a part of the city's environment, wanting to convey an authoritarian image. — “You know…” — He pointed one of his gigantic fingers in your direction, then towards the place he was. — “The streets have been very dangerous lately.” — Oh, you stopped yourself from answering him like you really wanted to.

“Thank you, so much, for the advice, Ultraman.”

⭑.ᐟ There are nights — many, many nights — that Ken spends watching, contemplating you sleeping, peacefully; your face remained full, without signs of tiredness, exquisite and messy locks spread out, this was adored by the player's eyes. — Between seconds of fascination, Kenji longed, dreamed, deeply and painfully, of his mother meeting you; this way, she would have the chance to know the light that raised her dear son.

⤷ Kenji prospers, sometimes praying, that one day his mother will return, safe and sound, and be able to achieve what he wants so much in his life.

[bbokicidal]

"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." - H.H [SKZ]

Summary : In which you go with Hyunjin to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings : Hyunjin all doped up at the dentist for shits n giggles, felix/seungmin/changbin laughing at him, teasing banter, mention of binnie's bday gift from minho

"What year is it?"

"2024. Halfway through, baby." You laugh, hand coming up to the arm of the chair he lays in to rest there in case he tries to move around. And he does, sitting himself up a bit as if he's worried he's late for something.

Hyunjin huffs out a breath through his nose, turning his head to look at you. You can't deny that he looks god awful and adorable at the same time; Hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep and cheeks swollen far more than usual from the medication and procedure he'd just undergone. "How long was I asleep?"

You pull your notification tab down with the tip of your index finger to check. "They put you under about an hour and a half ago, so you were asleep for.. I don't know, twenty minutes after they were done?"

"Twenty..." His voice trails off, soft and grumbly from just waking up. His lips press together before parting again, forced open by the gauze in his mouth and cheeks. His head turns towards the door and then down to the thin blanket placed over his body. Slowly, he begins to relax back into the chair.

Your hand comes up to rest along his cheek, brushing over the skin just barely before moving to pull hair back from his face. He blinks tiredly and keeps his eyes down, focused on the way his hands move under the blanket as he tries to pull it up further towards his shoulders. "Feeling okay, bubs?"

He huffs again, sighing out in what seems like distress that he's too sleepy to truly convey. "I have to go soon."

"Go where, baby?" You chuckle, curious on where his mind was wandering as the drugs slowly wore off.

His lips smack once, twice, and he blinks open his eyes again to look at you. It's a silly sight, his head tipped down toward the blanket and face pudgy with the angle. "I have a dinner date later. With ..."

You smile. "We rescheduled our dinner date for next week, Jinnie, remember? We'll have that dinner date eventually, don't worry."

"No.."

"No?" You grin this time, giggling out when he seems to reject the dinner offer. "You don't want to go on a dinner date with your girlfriend, baby?"

A few chuckles come from the screen of your phone. You'd facetimed Felix as soon as he'd asked you to after you'd told him Hyunjin was waking up. He insisted he needed to see what his hyung would be like all doped up at the dentist. So at the present moment, Felix's left eye and Seungmin's forehead fill the screen - and you know Changbin is lingering somewhere in the background.

Hyunjin clicks his tongue before his nose crinkles in careful regret. He adjusts in the chair, tugging the blanket fully up to his chin as he hums out. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Seungmin's laugh breaks the soft silence that fills the room and Hyunjin peeks open an eye in confusion as to where it came from.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jinnie." You remind him in a playful tone, still laughing through it all. Your hand finds his under the blanket and as the words settle in, his brows crinkle together.

"Uh, no." He blinks a few times at you, lips pursing. "I have a wife waiting for me at home. You can't be my girlfriend."

Your expression falls deadpan - but it all seemed worth it when Changbin's laughter exploded from your phone speaker, mixed with the sound of Felix dropping his phone as he fell to the floor cackling and Seungmin hitting the couch cushions in amusement.

Your eyes roll and you look back to your boyfriend, amused. "Right. Forgot you were married."

His lips purse once more, tongue sliding over them slowly as he realizes they're numbed still, before his eyes slip back shut in peace. "Mhm. My wife has pink underwear, too."

"Your wife has WHAT?"

[ozarkthedog]

𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬

summary: you wear Marcus’s gold laurel crown while he worships you.

pairing: Marcus Acacius x afab wife!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. smut. body worship. basically, treating you like the Goddess that you are. feels. praising. oral sex (f). fingering. cream pie. i'm sure there are inaccuracies so just don't pay them any mind. reader is abled bodied. no y/n. no beta. w.c: 1.6k

an: so i had this thot the first time i saw Marcus and i haven't been the same since.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

War is dreadful and barbaric.

Marcus plots the Emperor's commands despite the incessant regret that sours his stomach. His army of men slay soldiers and pillage towns. There is savagery wherever he looks. As he's aged, he's become callous to the bloodshed, no longer the feral ravenous beast he once was.

Finding you warming his bed is a sight bestowed to the Gods, he thinks.

His body aches, muscles sore from weeks on the battlefield, but the moment he sees you, all his pain vanishes. His white and gold armor rests against the foot of the bed; signs of war have no place in this sanctuary.

You beckon Marcus in the silence of his bedroom, lit only by candles that make the room glow an ethereal hue, while your supple body is wrapped in his cream-colored sheets like a bouquet. Your fingers find his as he climbs into the bed, interlocking like vines along a lattice as he lies beside you. He rests his laurel-crowned head on your lap like a child longing for warmth and compassion.

Marcus gazes up at you, his other half in this forsaken world, his goddess.

"You did well today." You praise, smiling down at him, remembering how regal he looked in the golden diadem as he gave another victorious speech to the crowd.

Marcus hums as you run your fingers around the golden leaves and through his curls. He allows himself to rest in your divine embrace, if only for a moment. Your heavenly harmony soothed his worn, remorseful soul.

"I do it all for you, my Lady." the General purrs, tenderly lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

Marcus's white tunic shifts as he rises to his knees and plucks the crown from his head. His curls bounce with the movement before he places the crown atop your own.

You timidly raise your hands, feeling the intricate design and the solid gold leaves as the crown sits heavy on your head, but he looks at you with awe.

"I've never seen such beauty in all my days." Marcus compliments like a man staring at the sunrise for the first time.

You were the shining beacon that kept him sane during the days of war, and he would make sure you knew the effect you had on him.

"My Empress," Marcus gently tugs the sheets, dragging the cotton down your body. He relishes your voluptuous form with a soft groan. "It's been too long since I gazed upon you." The skin at the corner of his eyes crinkles as he trails his gaze from the tips of your toes to your gilded halo.

His hands burn. He flexes them at his sides as he hungers to feel your tenderness, warmth, and compassion. "My goddess."

Your face flames as your lashes flutter to the sheets, overwhelmed by Marcus' adoration. If he only knew that you'd happily drown in the wake of his love.  

A solid finger lifts your chin to meet his sober stare. "Do me the honor of watching me pour my devotion upon you."

A lithe gasp falls from your lips as he drops his hand and lightly cups your breasts. Worn and calloused, the hands of a known killer, though he's always so gentle with you, your nipples pucker as he skims each bud with delicate circles.

Your lips part with a gasp, chasing his hands when he withdraws. He chuckles at your panting breaths. "Do not fret. There is still much time to ravish you."

His mustache tickles your skin as he leans and sucks your left breast into his mouth. Tounging the pert bud, he brings succulent pleasure to the surface and a soft cry from your lips. He massages the right with expertise, kneading and pinching, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply until he has you squirming.

He strives to leave no spot unclaimed. He's a man of his word; nothing can stop him once he's begun. Stone walls and fleets of men wielding swords and canons cannot stop him.

Soft lips trace under the arc of your breasts before moving to your ribs. A mischievous tongue darts out at the curves, tasting the thin layer of salt on your skin.

"I'd sail across the ocean for you." he professes; the timbre of his voice is as deep as the sea.

A barrage of kisses presses to your waist and the softness that you carry. Marcus's stormy beard lightly grazes your skin as he makes his ascent, leaving pebbles in its wake.

"I'd fight my own army to get to you."

Your fingers card through his locks as he settles between your thighs, making room for himself and pushing your legs apart. He hooks them over his broad shoulders with a devilish smirk. A wry tongue licks a straight line from your pulsing opening to the crux of your mound, making you tug his hair with a wanton mewl.

Marcus stills, like a predator, having just sunk its claws into prey, and presses his scarred, aquiline nose into the soft curls that top your mound. His nostrils flare as your heady scent invades his senses. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he lowers his head, watching you from under his lashes. His once enchanted eyes have now become slivers of torrid black as he latches his teeth into your fleshy mound.   

You cry out from the impish bite, hips unconsciously grinding toward your lover as he unlocks his jaw and finally smothers your cunt with his mouth.

Your nerves sizzle from the immoral embrace as his tongue dances over your clit. Nimble fingers trace your sticky petals, dipping in and out of your hole, drawing more blood to fill your already throbbing folds. Your heart beats in time with the pounding of your lower half as Marcus takes his time to worship you.

"Seems my Lady enjoys my touch." He purrs— a slick, shiny grin plastered on his face.

Your body bends, curving sharply like a bow aimed and waiting for the charge. Marcus keeps you primed like the General he strived for ages to become. "Tonight, you will not want," he claims, notching two fingers at the opening of your core.

He holds your fiery stare as he presses into your soaked channel. Your head lolls, and your eyes flutter like butterflies as his thick digits widen your velvet passage.

"Always so good to me." Marcus coos, curiously curling his touch along the hidden ridges deep inside. His cock aches, soaking the sheets with his pearly spend, desperate to be inside you. "Letting me adore and worship as I please."

You want to hold him in your arms and repeat every word he praises back to him in a whisper, but Marcus is a man of his word; tonight is about you and only you.

His shoulders stop your legs from closing as a violent wave of pleasure rolls over you. A wicked laugh rumbles from the man as he suckles your inner thigh. "So close, my Lady. I can feel it." Marcus works his fingers in and out, driving you to the edge, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Slick, drenched kisses stain your skin, another sign of his devotion, as your limbs tangle even more with the stoic man. His rough hands easily hold you down as you wriggle in his grip. Your breathing escalates, and blood pulses in your ears as the eager desire to come consumes you.

"Yes, my Love, take what I give you," Marcus begs, thrusting his weeping cock against the bed in time with his fingers, working you higher and higher.

Marcus wraps his lips around your clit, suckling and swirling the tiny bud until you're chanting his name. He tortuously hooks his fingers onto the spot behind your clit, forcing you to swell and explode into a mass of sparkling particles.

The moment your eyes blink open, having floated back down from your glorious high and into the comfort of Marcus' bed, he notches his cock at your creamy opening and thrusts himself to the hilt.

Your jaw drops with a silent cry. It's devastating and empyreal but your body welcomes him home like always.

"Her embrace is so warm and tight. Like how I dreamt on all those lonely nights", Marcus groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

The image of Marcus touching himself in the darkness of his tent after a day of savagery makes your cunt quiver. The power you hold over this man is not to be taken lightly.

As you become one, your breasts press against his broad, dewy chest as he blankets your smaller frame and pushes you into the mattress with every cant of his hips, driving his length into the deepest depths.

Crescent moons pepper his freckled back as he shows you sights you've never seen, eliciting his name from your lips with a broken, gasping prayer. Your hold tightens around his bouldering shoulders, his thrusts gaining immense strength as the end closes in, shoving you up the bed.

Marcus noses your cheek, drawing your attention from the blissful heaven. "My Love," his hands encompass your face, from chin to temple, so cautiously, like he's holding a newborn. "I've never experienced such wonders than when I am inside you."

He continues to rock you in the safety of his arms and his bed, hurrying his thrusts when your eyes roll and your limbs become stiff. Marcus wants to meet the Gods with you and feel the rapture and glory as they carry you off into the heavens as one.

Marcus growls with bared teeth as he comes; his spine flexes as he spills his seed and fills you to the brim. He doesn't stop thrusting until his come is leaking onto the sheets, and your folds can no longer hold his offering.

You are his temple, and he will worship until the day he falls.

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[call-memissbrightside]

All I can think about is Katsuki dating someone with a baby—

His friends think it’s a bit odd since he’s in his early thirties and could still mess around before settling down but he’s not having it

You’re a bit nervous to tell him that you had a kid after a few dates, and you think he’s never going to hit you up again when he doesn’t really respond when you tell him, he just drops you off at your place with a emotionless look on his face.

You cry to yourself that night as you put your little girl to bed, and the two year old knows something’s wrong because she’s fussy through the whole night routine. You really liked Bakugou, he made you laugh and respect you but if he can’t accept your daughter than it's not going to work out.

Then the next morning he texts you that he got tickets for three to the local aquarium for the day. You call him, confused.

“That way we can take your daughter?” He’s confused by your question. “Why? Is she too little for the aquarium?”

You’re nervous as hell for him meeting Mai for the first time, but Katsuki is taken back at how your daughter looks just like you. She's adorable, and his stomach flipped taking in how you looked so beautiful in your jeans and simple shirt.

"Hi Mai, I'm Katsuki," He kneels down to the four year old's height but he's so big and the little girl immedietly burst into tears and hides behind your legs.

"Oh honey, it's okay," You coo at her, picking her up. Mai isn't convinced and hides away from Katsuki.

"I'm sorry, she'll warm up," You explain, but you weren't too sure. Mai had a shy personality, and was very attatched to you. You just hoped that Bakugou would be patient with her.

Mai started shedding her shy personality once you arrived at the aquarium.

"Mom, fish!" She yelled in excitement, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster. Katsuki stands back and just watches you interact with your daughter. He knew he liked you, but seeing you be a mom did something to him and he imagined this being his life forever.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked when you noticed Katsuki seemed distracted.

He opens his mouth to answer but Mai interupts him when she squeals, "Mommy penguins!"

Katsuki was closer to her, and the little girl grabs his hand and drags him through to the penguin exhibit. Bakugou is taken aback, but quickly pushes back his fear of scaring her and kneels down to look at the penguins swimming as Mai squeals in excitement. She can’t pronounce his name correctly, so Mai just addresses him as ‘Suki which warms his heart.

It’s like a switch got flipped and Mai wouldn’t let go of Katsuki’s hand for the remainder of the tour through the aquarium. You stand back, smiling and snapping pictures, just watching as Bakugou showed a much softer side to him.

The day ended with Katsuki buying Mai the biggest stuffed penguin the aquarium store had, and the little girl could barely hold onto it as she fell asleep in her stroller.

“You didn’t have to get her that,” You said, feeling overwhelmed by his gesture.

Bakugou feels a string of anxiety pull in his stomach, wondering now if his actions were seemed as inappropriate.

“I-,” He tries to be truthful, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. Mai just seemed so happy and I wanted to get her something to remember me by.”

That melts your heart, and you kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for being so sweet to my baby.”

Katsuki is blushing so hard, his ears are ringing as he helps you by packing down the stroller and putting it in the trunk while you tuck Mai into her car seat. The little girl was out, but still hugging her penguin.

Katsuki keeps the radio low as to not wake Mai as he drives you two home, holding your hand and already planning the next outing.

[luveline]

hihihihi! 🥹💕 i want to let you know that i adore your hotch fics! and i wanted to ask if you’d be ok—but no pressure!!!— to write one with bombshell!reader waking up from anesthesia and forgetting hotch and her are already together and starts flirting with him the way bombshell!reader absolutely would lol? thank you!

thanks for requesting lovely! fem, 1k

You don’t remember waking up, but you’re sitting against a pillow with a yoghurt in your hand. You must’ve been on some sort of auto-pilot… Are you in a hospital gown?

You put your yoghurt down on the table that’s been wheeled over your lap and stare at the white-blue chequered gown creased between your thighs. Your head feels heavy. 

“You okay?” 

You drag your gaze to the source of the voice. 

Agent Hotchner sits in the chair next to your bed. He has one leg crossed over the other, but he notices your confusion and his nonchalance turns to concern. “You need help?” 

“With the yoghurt?” you ask. 

“Yeah, honey. I can help.” 

You roll that over in your mind. Stern Agent Hotchner just called you honey. 

You’ve been trying to convince him for a while that you’re someone worth being sweet to. Trying to sway him, because there are parts of him you can’t get out of your head when he’s not around. He has not yet been swayed. Honey is a hand held out you’re going to snatch. 

Hotch stands. He goes to pick up your yoghurt. 

“What, are you gonna spoon feed me?” you ask, a clumsy drawl to your voice.

“I was going to… but I don’t like your tone.” 

Is he flirting back? You must’ve hit your head. “Coward,” you murmur. Speaking of hitting your head, there’s a throbbing behind your eyes, and a dryness to your throat bordering on uncomfortable. The yoghurt was there for a reason, clearly, but you don’t have the energy in you to eat seductively. 

“My head hurts,” you say quietly. 

You close your eyes. 

“I know.” A hand touches your face. You stay very still, though your heart doesn’t. “You don’t feel too hot. Do you want a drink? I can get you anything.” 

“Your hand is so big…” 

“Not so much bigger than your own,” he says. 

“Prove it.” 

He says your name like he knows you well, which sets your racing heart off all over again. But, used to hiding from him, you open your eyes to watch him and wipe all surprise from your face. You raise your hand, and he raises his, and you press your fingers together. Your fingertips don’t reach his, his palm wider, warmer. You thread your fingers carefully into the gaps between his, your lips curling into a satisfied smile. 

Less satisfied when he closes his hand around yours. 

“You’re teasing me,” you say. 

“Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you lay back properly?” 

“Super, super forward.” You lay back under the pressure of his hand, stricken by the feeling that he’s done something like that before. You rest your head against your elevated pillows and have to give up —you can’t hide how surprised you are at his open touching, his face so close to yours you can see every warm fleck in his dark eyes. 

“You look startled,” he murmurs. 

“I think you’ve been bodysnatched.” 

“I have?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “I can’t keep up. And I’m usually pretty great at that.” 

“At what?” 

“Flirting.” 

“Oh,” he says, taking your hand again, pulling it toward his mouth, “you think I’m flirting?” 

“Is there something wrong with me?” 

“Not beyond the usual. You’re more lucid than they suspected you’d be, actually.” He kisses your knuckles. 

“I’ve hit my head.” 

“No, honey, you were under anaesthesia. Everything’s fine.” 

“You’ve hit your head.” 

He breathes out a laugh. “I don’t remember any injuries, but I’d love to know why you think so.” 

“You’re kissing me.” 

He pauses, lowering your hand. “Yes?” he says cautiously. 

“Would you want to do it again?” 

Hotch puts your hand on your chest. He cups your cheek in one hand, takes your shoulder into the other, and leans down to see you eye to eye. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks. You can feel the love he has for you in each word. 

Weirdly, you can feel it in yourself, too. Like, more than a crush. More than wanting him to spin you around or play with your thigh under a desk. You really love him. 

“I think I forgot you,” you say softly. 

“Amnesia is a very common symptom of anaesthesia, don’t worry.” He pulls your face up to peck you, quick but not without a gentleness that has your hands thrumming with pins and needle. “I thought you were acting strange, but I put it down to discomfort. Sorry, I imagine it’s very disconcerting to feel you don’t know me.” 

He just kissed you. “No, I know you, I just… I think I love you, but you don’t usually want me back.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve always wanted you,” he says, his dulcet tenor another comfort entirely. “And I love you, whether you remember it or not. Should we try to finish your yoghurt?” 

“You really love me?” 

He turns your face to press a kiss into your eyebrow. “You don’t remember?” 

“I do–” You begin before thinking about it, and realise that you’re telling the truth. You remember that he loves you. Agent Hotchner loves you. He’s in your hospital room handling you like thin glass.  

“Well, is there much else to remember?” 

You practically smirk at him. “I can think of some things.” 

“Wow!” He leans down for another kiss. “You’re awful,” he murmurs, his smile soft on your lips. 

[n1ghtfurys]

Okay so did I drop off the face of the planet? Yes, yes I did but here's some Simon fluff because I don't know what I'm doing.

:)

Simon isn't the most touchy boyfriend. He'll drape an arm around you when you're both sprawled out on the sofa or let you wrap yourself around him in bed even though he runs way too hot for it. So it's not that he's not affectionate, he's just not really the type to seek you out for attention.

Not only that but he's a man of very, very few words. Other than the occasional compliment on an outfit or sweet message when he's on a long deployment he's not particularly vocal about his feelings either. That is, until he's tired.

It's a gem that you found when he was back from deployment pretty early on in your relationship. He gets all loose, lipped and affectionate when he's really tired. It's like he loses the ability to hold his tongue and all of those sweet gushy things he thinks about you come flowing out.

When he gets back this time he looks like he's been dragged through multiple hedges so after a shower that you know could cook pasta, he almost immediately falls into a drowsy, almost, sleep when he finally gets to collapse into bed. You go to lie down with him, partly because you missed him but mostly because, in his half-dead haze, he asked you to, a rare but welcome occurrence.

You already find it adorable that he’s asking for your comfort, this big military guy who'd just been out doing god knows what to god knows who, wants to lie in bed and be held, wants you to play with his hair, wants to feel how you trail your fingertips up and down his arms, his back, along his neck, wants to hear you whisper sweet things into his ear, in that tone he loves so much.

He’s quiet mostly, you genuinely think he's fallen asleep but every so often he hums, or groans and shuffles himself closer or leans into your touch whenever it finds his cheek.

You let him move until his head sits comfortably on your chest, his hands balled into the t-shirt he gave you before his deployment and your hands running through his messy blonde hair.

He mumbles something that you don't quite catch, looking up at you through half open eyes. You love the way he looks at you like not even oxygen matters to him now that he has you. He mutters things about how pretty you are, compares you to the stars and the moon and the sky at dawn, names all of the things he loves about you. He repeats it over and over sometimes thinking of something new to tell you, some other little comment locked away behind his cold exterior. You know he won't remember any of it when he wakes up, but you also know he means every word.

[etherealcelestine]

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 - l.hs

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ lee heeseung x fem!reader

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: you wake up because you were craving some tea that your boyfriend brought home but he suddenly noticed that the bed was empty without you and went to find you

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: fluff, kisses, just pure fluff and nothing more than fluff <3

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 . . .

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this is bad since I didn’t have any energy or thoughts to write more so….. enjoy this fast short fic or whatever 😭

YOU never imagined yourself in the moment you were in right now, it was peaceful and quiet, just how you wanted it to be. Heeseung’s arm was draped over your waist as you guys laid in bed, asleep. It was still too early to wake up, the both of you knew that and yet you felt awake, as if your body didn’t want to stay in bed anymore which made you annoyed.

You sighed, shifting slightly on the bed. Trying your hardest not to wake Heeseung up from how peaceful and adorable he looked whilst asleep. His bottom lip sticking a bit out and his hair covering his forehead and being messy. Reaching for your Polaroid camera on your nightstand, you managed to take a photo of his sleeping form and decided to add the photo to your album where the other photos you had taken of him were.

The photo book held some sort of special meaning for you, being able to capture moments of Heeseung you never thought existed. Heeseung never paid any mind to you whenever you took pictures, he loved it. He knew it was a thing you liked to do, keep memories or special moments in pictures to be able to look back to and remember them.

Placing the Polaroid camera carefully back down. You slowly got up and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs. The two of you lived in a beautiful apartment, a bit too big for the both of you but you guys didn’t mind the extra space that was left. Craving some tea, you boiled hot water and waited patiently.

Heeseung who was still in bed, noticed your absence immediately after you got out of bed. Feeling how cold it felt without your presence and warmth that always somehow lulled him to sleep with a smile on his lips, thinking that he was the happiest man alive.

He groaned softly and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he was still half asleep. Slowly pulling the covers off and standing up, Heeseung stretched before making his way downstairs to find where his girlfriend had gone. Finding her, he slowly made his way over.

A small gasp left you as you were caught off guard by his hand on your stomach and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Heeseung planted a gentle and soft kiss to your neck and you immediately relaxed into his embrace.

“Mhm, you left…” Heeseung murmured, inhaling your scent and it made his eyes flutter close. There was something about the way that you smelled that always made his heart flutter in a way that was unexplained. Vanilla and coconut together with something that just smelled…. you.

“Ah, couldn’t sleep and I was craving some of that delicious tea you brought home with you yesterday.” You responded, your voice soft as you spoke. Heeseung loved how gentle and caring your voice sounded whenever you opened your mouth, it was like music to his ears and something he could never ever get tired of.

Heeseung just hummed against your shoulder, his hands going under your shirt to gently caress your stomach. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before moving away, not wanting to be too clingy as he watched you prepare your tea. You grabbed another cup and prepared it before handing it to him.

“Here, I know you need it too since you quit drinking coffee.” Heeseung smiled at your words and took the cup from you before you followed him to the couch and sat down. The cup’s laid on the coffee table to cool down a bit.

Heeseung wrapped his arm around you and brought you against his chest, placing a kiss on your forehead as he enjoyed your presence and weight that was leaning onto him for support. You didn’t need to turn on the tv or strike up a conversation with him. You two enjoyed just sitting in silence, against each other. It spoke way more words than talking, showing that you both felt secure and safe in the silence and just each other’s presence.