#he was snacking all night and i'm hoping he's able to get some sleep

[tchotchkez]

just finished binge-watching the first season of peaky blinders with my grandfather 😭 that was some soul-nourishing family time right there

[sturn-saturn]

hey baby girl

pairing: fem!pregnant!reader x husband!chris

warnings: just cutesy stuff <3

a/n: i thought of doing this while watching shameless 😁

week 20: "hey, baby girl!" chris says as he holds up a camcorder. "so today, mama and i went to the baby doctor and we found out you're a girl!" your husband turns the camera to you and your hand is placed on your baby bump rubbing it up and down while the other is holding up your ultrasound pictures.

"we're so excited to meet you baby girl!" you smile kissing the camera goodbye.

week 21: "hey, baby girl!" you say holding the camera. chris is upstairs in your shared bedroom still sleeping. "as you can see, mama just woke up, i'm very tired but dad i have some errands to run so we can prepare for you to join us in 19 weeks. so the plan for today is to visit your grandparents, dads parents, then we're going out to target to look at some onesies for you and little socks to keep your tiny toes warm, after is the grocery store. i'll be sure to get some yummy stuff so i can keep you and i fed! alright baby girl, catch you later!" you say kissing the camera once again.

week 22: you and chris were on the couch watching coraline since it was your favorite comfort movie.

"hey baby girl!" chris says holding the camera up to face you both has his other hand is rubbing your belly gently.

"so right now dad and i are watching my favorite comfort movie because i wasn't feeling well today."

"her tummy was cramping but don't worry, it wasn't your fault. you're our baby girl, you could do no wrong." your husband says with a big grin.

"i'm hoping when you're older you enjoy this movie as much as i do. your dad and i actually watched this on our 5th date i believe." you smile.

"alright sweetheart, mamas gotta get her rest, see you tomorrow!" your husband says kissing the camera.

week 23: "hey baby girl! alright so we are in the car right now and todays plan is going to the doctor to make sure you're healthy and see how much you've grown. after that we need to find a bassinet for you to get a good nights sleep!" chris smiles at how cute he finds you.

"there are so any people who can't wait to meet you sweetheart. 4 grandparents, a bunch of aunts and uncles, our friends too!" he adds.

"you're so loved already, honey. okay we're here! time to go!" you kiss the camera.

week 24: "hey baby girl so today, uncle nick and uncle matt dropped by and got you some presents. they got you the cutest onesies, some baby bottles, and toys! we know you wont be able to play with toys until you grow a bit and get used to the new world but you are going to love them! also dad has something to say." you hand the camera to chris and get up to get a snack.

you over hear your husband talking to the camera and your eyes soften looking over at him.

"mama and i are gonna do everything we can to protect you. we will support you in anything you want to do. the only things we want from you is to be a good person and spread love. also you have to play lacrosse or hockey like me and your uncles did!" he laughs.

"chris what if she doesn't wanna play either of those?" you ask.

"well what every she decides to play she's gonna be amazing. she's half of you anyway. bye darling!" he yells kissing the camera.

week 25: "hey baby girl! we're currently at grandma and grandpas house for a little cook out with the family." you say showing everyone around.

"are you guys making a little vlog for the baby?" jimmy asks.

"we are!"

"mind if i say a few words?"

"not at all!" you hand the camera to jimmy and you use this time to rest your arms a bit.

"alright sweetheart. as you know, i'm your grandfather, your dads dad. i just wanted to let you know that i can't wait to meet you. you're my first grandkid! as much as i love my boys, i've always wanted a girl in the family and you're finally making that dream happen. i will definitely be taking you on fishing trips so get ready!"

jimmy hands you the camera with a big smile on his face. "you're gonna be a great mother, honey."

tears start to well in your eyes from the love you've received from your husbands family throughout the years. you thank jimmy and you kiss the camera goodbye.

week 40: "hey baby girl!" chris whispers. "today is a big day. mama felt some extra kicks last night and it turns out you're coming today! she's currently resting right now so she can use all her energy and strength to bring you here. keep this between us, but your moms a superhero." he smiles.

"chris?" you mumble. "come here."

chris comes over with the camcorder in his hand with a look of concern on his face. "what's up mama?"

you reach your hand for the camera and he hands it to you.

"hey sweet girl. i'm sure dads told you we're at the hospital right now waiting for you to come. it's currently 10pm and we're all super tired but this is all worth it if it means we get to finally meet you." you smile lazily.

4 hours later...

the doctors all finally left the room. they said that was the easiest delivery they've had to work through. chris is currently standing with your baby girl in his arms facing the window to see the city lights.

"hey clara." chris whispers rocking his daughter back and forth gently. "mamas resting again. the doctors told her she did a great job! i told you your mom was a superhero. in just 3 days you'll get to come home with us. how exciting is that!? grandma and grandpa are coming tomorrow to see you as well as your uncles. i love you baby girl. goodnight." chris kisses his daughters head before setting her back in her bassinet.

he relishes in the feeling of being a new dad before he drifts off into a good nights sleep.

taglist:

@sturniolos4life16 @hoeforchrizz @luckyscharms @emely9274 @chrispotatos @weirdratperson @simpson12 @ilovemenwithlonghairr @angeldvstee @pussypie456 @valentinasturniolo @chrissturnioloenthusiastforlife @cravingchrissturniolo @wonnieeluvvr @flouvela

[sturniqlo]

Here To Stay Forever- C.S

summary: when chris starts to turn cold towards his best friend, y/n, she thinks the worst. what happens when she starts to back off and chris is desperate to hangout with her and confesses something?

cw: slight angst, cursing, commitment issues, fluff

an: i've been OBSESSED with bff!chris lately so here's more!! | thank you to @monroesturnns for the idea💋

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Chris and Y/n have been best friends now for about four years now. As they spent more and more time together, Chris started to feel different about her. Not in a bad way, never that. Just different.

He started to picture a future with her. An, eternity with her. And it scared him, it really did. He's never felt like this towards anyone. Yeah he's has a few girlfriends here and there but, he never saw a future with them. It scared him that he saw forever with her and they weren't even dating.

Unfortunately, something in his mind told him to turn cold towards her. She doesn't like you back, she never will. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to fall asleep. She needs someone better, you aren't it for her. He groaned, throwing the comforter off of himself and getting up. He goes up to the kitchen and serves him a glass of water, placing it quietly in the sink.

Getting back in bed, his phone buzzes on his nightstand. He picks it up and sees a message from no one other than Y/n. hey chris, sorry if you're sleeping already but are we still on for tomorrow night? They had planned on going to a fancy dinner. Someone they always joked about, dressing to super fancy and join the rich snobby people at a fancy restaurant. They'd been saving a good amount from their paychecks. sure, hopefully you aren't getting any cold feet about it? i was looking at the menu and holy shit is all i have to say. He types back. no cold feet at all, i'll see you tomorrow! goodnight:))

Her messages somehow gave him hope and he was able to sleep.

Over the next two weeks, Y/n has been getting treated differently by Chris. Whenever they hangout, he's quieter than usual and moody. It would hurt her from time to time when he would snap at her for something so simple. Chris never snapped at her.

Even his brothers noticed it. "Chris, why are you being so mean to Y/n?" Matt said once he heard the bathroom door closing signaling Y/n couldn't hear. "No I'm not?" He scoffed, opening the fridge to grab the leftovers from yesterday's dinner their mom had cooked. "Uh, yeah you are." Nick says next to Matt. "She's been telling me how you snap at her all the time. And five minutes ago you literally bumped her shoulder and didn't say sorry. I'd say you are being pretty fucking rude."

"Why the hell is she even texting you?" Chris says, retrieving the plate from the microwave. "If I remember correctly, she's everyone's friend, not just yours. You know what? I thought you had feelings for her." As Chris was about to respond, they all heard the bathroom door opening and he shut his mouth.

The following Friday, Y/n went over their house per Chris' request. It had been about an hour and Chris had spoken no more than ten words to her. She was feeling unwanted. She felt awkward and uncomfortable at the shift in his mood. "I- I think I'm going to head out." She broke the silence. "So soon?" Chris' heart dropped and he shut his phone off. "Yeah, my mom she- uh she needs some help with something." She waved her phone. "Oh, okay. I'll walk you out." She nodded and walked toward his room door.

Chris walked her down to the door and wanted to phone her mom and tell her if Y/n can stay for longer. "I'll see you around." She goes for a full hug but Chris only gives her a side hug. Her heart stung for a second. "Okay." He cleared his throat, shutting the door once she went down the steps.

"Y/n is gone already?" Both Nick and Matt magically appeared in the kitchen, snacking on the chips they had bought the other day. "Yep, I feel like shit though." He groans into Matt's shoulder. "What up, Kid?" Matt pats his back. "You guys were right, I've been such a shit best friend to Y/n."

"We've been telling you." Nick says from the sink. "I thought you had like major feelings for her." Matt looks at him. "That's what I said last time," Nick throws his hands up. "what happened to said feelings?" Nick adds on, he knew how much his brother had feelings for their friend Y/n. "Fine," He pauses before continuing. "I like her, but I cant help but act like such a bitch to her. I'm- I'm scared to tell her." He walks to the fridge to retrieve a can of pepsi.

"Scared of what?!" Nick yells, his eyes widen in disbelief. "Commitment? Rejection? It's all over the place!" He opens the blue can. "Have you seen how she looks at you? Her eyes turn into fucking heart anytime she looks at you. I doubt she'll reject you." Matt nods at Nick's words. "As for your commitment issues, you guys can take it easy, or you guys can be exclusive for sometime. It's up to you two."

The following week, Chris has noticed a change in Y/n's behavior. Something that has never happened. hi, do you want to hangout tonight? Chris waited patiently with his phone in his hands. The three familiar dots popped up before disappearing for a couple of seconds and popped up again. sorry, i can't tonight. Chris sighed. It was the third time this week she had said no to hanging out and it was only tuesday.

oh okay. tomorrow maybe? He replied. maybe He turned off his phone and threw himself back. "What is going on!" He rubs his face.

It was now Friday and they were finally hanging out together. Chris had managed to finally get some of Y/n's time. However, Y/n was home all week. She felt so guilty turning Chris' hangouts down while she was in bed thinking about Chris' cold behavior. She took some time to think and finally decided it was time to come out of hiding.

"Hey, get over here!" Chris said, grabbing Y/n by her waist pulling her towards him. "Oh- are you sure?" She's startled by Chris' sudden touch, something she hasn't felt in over three weeks. "Of course. I missed you this week, you know?" He kisses her cheek. "Sorry, I was uh- busy?" She stutters. "Why're you questioning it?" He giggles against her shoulder. "I wasn't actually busy. I was giving you space."

"Space? From what?" He pulls back. "I just- I thought- you were being so cold to me I thought you wanted some space. Thought you were getting tired of me or- or maybe you were talking to someone. I wasn't sure." She shrugs, playing with a loose thread on her sleeve. Chris grabs her and places her on his lap. "Hey, listen. I have to tell you something." She nodded at him.

"I'm sorry, about my behavior. I just- I- I love you. And, I was to- I was too scared to admit it. N' I thought if I were to I don't know. Mean? Cold? That my feelings were to go away. But I realized that they're never going to leave. They're here to stay forever. I love you, Y/n." At this point, Y/n is in tears. She's waited so long for Chris to admit something like this.

She knows how much his commitment issues have gotten away in the past. "What?" She says through a teary laugh. "I love you, Y/n. I fucking love you." He smiles and grabs her face to kiss her. Chris hesitantly leans his face towards hers and Y/n grabs the back of his head and locks their lips together.

"Mmph." He huffs in relief and grabs her jaw lightly. They finally let go of each other once they're out of breath. "I've been waiting so long to do that." He places one chaste kiss to her lips. "Me too." She moves the hair out of his face, staring at him with a smile. "I take it you feel the same way." He giggles. "Of course I do." She kisses the tip of his nose.

"I love you, Chris."

[sturnioloszn]

OLD TOGETHER - C.S

summary; you and chris are reminiscing on the day you adopted trevor and how everyone has grown old together.

warnings; noneee, it's a fluff!

a/n; it was bound to happen that i'd write a oneshot with trev. also, i'm gonna try to write a few more fluffs for NNN (lmaoo, i'll still do a few smuts, i wont starve u sluts dw) but yeahhh, enjoy!

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The triplets were finally back in Boston, and they asked if I wanted to hang out and have a movie night with them. Of course, I accepted. The triplets and I have been friends since elementary, and we used to see each other every single day. But ever since they moved to La, we've seen each other a lot less. So, whenever the opportunity presents itself, we hang out as much as possible.

Nick and Matt were currently out grabbing the pizzas and snacks for the movie night, whereas Chris and I decided to stay back. We were sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly talking to each other. I missed this. I miss being able to come over whenever and just hang out. I missed their company. I missed them.

After a few minutes, the conversation died down, and we were enjoying eachothers comfortable silence until a soft snoring was heard from the left of me. Chris and I both look up from our phones and look to see who was snoring even though we already knew who it was.

Trevor was curled up under a grey blanket on his dog bed, which was kept on the couch. God, this dog is sooo spoilt. We watch as he sleeps, his gentle snores being the only noise in the room. Chris and I exchanged a small glance and laughed under our breath, trying not to wake up Trev.

"Do you remember when we first got him?" I ask, looking back to Chris. He had his phone in his hand, recording Trevor as he slept.

"Of course I do. How could I forget?" He smiles, ending the recording.

-

"Come on, Nickkk, it'll be fun," Chris whines. We had just finished the school day, and Chris and I were begging to go to the animal shelter, but Nick and Matt were not convinced.

"No, mom said to come home straight away," Nick states. He looks over to Matt before speaking again, "Isn't it mom said that?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at Matt.

"Um... yeah. Chris, let's just go home," He pleads, not wanting his brothers to fight. Chris stomps one of his feet and shakes his head, his blond hair falling into his eyes slightly.

"Y/n wants to go too, and mom won't care if we come home like ten minutes later," He says, looking over to me. Now, all three of them are glarring at me, waiting for me to pick a side.

"How about me and Chris, go to the shelter for a couple of minutes, and you guys go home?" I say, trying to stop the fighting and make everyone happy.

"Fine, when mom takes your playstation away, I'm going to laugh at you," Nick says, sticking his tongue out to Chris and grabbing Matt's hand before walking away. Now it's just me and Chris standing outside the animal shelter.

"Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" I ask, looking into his innocent, blue eyes. He looks back at me before shaking his head and grabbing hold of my hand. We walk to the door of the animal shelter and struggle slightly to push it open, but when we do, a small bell rings.

As the bell stops, a girl with long brown hair comes out to the front. She looks at us before giving a warm smile, "Hi kids, what can I do for you guys?".

We both smiled back before I opened my mouth to answer her, "we were wondering if we could look at some doggies?" I question, with a hopeful gleam in my eyes.

"Of course," She chuckles, leading us to the back where all the animals are kept. There's a few dogs, cats, and even a bunny. But before she could explain anything the bell to the front of the shop rang again. "Sorry guys, give me a sec," She says hurrying to the front.

We take the opportunity to start looking at all the animals. There was a small white dog but it looked a bit crusty and next to it was a really big black and white dog.

"Ooo, this one is a husky," Chris says, reaching his hand into the cage to stroke it. He pets the dog's head and it instantly gets super excited and starts to wag it's tail. I wonder if these animals ever get lonely? Thinking about this makes me sad and I feel tears in my eyes. "Y/n, come here, come pet it," he says, turning around.

That is when he sees that I'm are crying and instantly stops petting the dog. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?" He asks, putting his arm around my shoulders. I cover my face with my small hands, trying to hide the tears but they keep flowing.

"It's sad, what if they get lonely and nobody pays them any attention?" I sniffle and try to wipe my tears away. He looks at me for a moment as if deep in thought.

"I'm sure they're not?" he tries to reassure but it doesn't really help. I keep sniffling trying to fight any more tears from falling when the girl comes back in with a puppy in her hands. She takes a look at me before asking the same question Chris had asked moments ago.

Chris explains to her that I'm sad because I think the dogs are probably lonely and want some love. "Awhh sweetheart, it's okay. I promise they get plenty of love. Here, how about you hold this fella," she says passing the puppy that was in her arms into mine.

The small dog was brown with a little, black button nose. I cradle the dog in my arms and pet it softly. Chris reaches over to also show him some affection.

"What's his name?" Chris asks the girl.

"He actually doesn't have one yet, he was just brought in, he's a puppy," she says, watching me hold the dog close to my chest. A smile down at the dog, it is so cute. I wish I could keep him but my mom would never allow it.

"Chris, d'you think your mom would let you keep him?" I ask, mentally crossing my fingers and toes that he'd say yes.

"Hm, maybe? Let me go ask!" He says, before running out the door. I didn't even have time to react before he was already out of eye-sight. He was probably running down the street, back to his house to ask if they could keep him.

I kept cradling the doggy and the girl reassured me that all the animals are very loved even if they don't have a 'forever home' yet.

Before I knew it Chris comes speeding back, dragging his mom by the hand; Nick and Matt trailing behind them.

Me and the girl both move back to the front to meet with everyone else. "Look mom! Isn't he the cutest?" Chris asks, pulling the dog into his arms to give his mom a closer look. She closely examines the dog before turning to the woman behind the desk.

"How big will he grow?" She asks. Nick and Matt move closer to us to take a closer look at the dog.

"I guess he's kinda cute," Nick admits, still salty about the argument from earlier.

"Nick you can't lie, he's really cute," Matt agrees, coming to also pet him. We were now all surrounded by the dog petting him and showing so much love.

The dog didn't mind all of the attention, he just yawned and settled into Chris' arms.

"Not big at all, he's a pug and beagle mix, so he won't grow too much bigger than he is now," the girl explains. I watch their mom pull out her purse from her bag and take out a card.

The woman behind the desk smiles and looks back over to us before speaking, "hey guys, he's all yours,". We look back and forth between us before all running to hug their mom. She laughs and hugs as all back.

"But you guys have to promise you'll stop arguing now, alright?" She says, shaking her head with a smile. Nick must have told her about the disagreement the four of us had earlier. We all agreed to her condition before we began throwing names around so that we could figure out what to name our newest friend. Amongst all our chatter, Chris speaks up so he can be heard.

"Y/n and I should be the ones to name him because it's technically our dog, we wanted him!" He says, making all of us stop speaking. Nick goes to open his mouth to disagree but their mom stops him.

"How about we all agree on a name, hm?" She says, leading us out of the shelter and on the walk back to the triplet's house we agreed on the name Trevor. When their mom heard the name she laughed and questioned it but Chris said he randomly thought of it which made us all laugh.

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We share a smile, remembering our childhood and how crazy it was that we've had Trev for so many years now. We've all grown up together which was almost enough to bring tears to my eyes again.

Out of nowhere, Nick and Matt burst through the front door, "GUESS WHO BROUGHT BACK PIZZAAAA!" Nick exclaims, as if we didn't know.

Matt follows behind him, shaking his head. We spend the rest of the night, laughing, eating, and enjoying eachothers company. It makes me sad that we are getting older and that we're leaving our childhood behind but I can't wait to continue to grow old together and see what the future brings us.

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a/n; thank you for readingggg, I hope you enjoyed it and lmk if u have any suggestions for future fics! love you all <33.

Taglist; @idrk2292 @mattsfavseason @aalicats87 @045696 @forgottxen @mattsturniolover

[hellhazbinstuck]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some angst with the hazbin hotel characters? Like we get into an argument and they yell and notice we went silent, looking as if we were gonna break down into tears, IM SORRY I JUST LIVE FOR ANGST AHHH

Hazbin Hotel characters making their S/O cry

Alastor

He was preparing for tomorrow night's broadcast when he heard the door open.

He had been working on his radio broadcast and hotel things for the whole day. He was under so much stress and took it out on you.

"Darling, you know I've been in here all day. Is it that difficult to knock?! You know these things are important! Why must you interrupt me?!"

He didn't get an answer. You just slammed the door and ran out.

He felt terrible as soon as he saw sadness in your eyes.

He ran after you and hugged you, rubbing circles on your back and telling you how sorry he was.

Lucifer

He was very pissed at how much Alastor and Charlie got along.

He was working on his rubber ducks, not hearing you walk in.

He didn't know you were in the room until you hugged him from behind.

"What? What is it now?!" He shouted, dropping his rubber duck to the floor.

"Could you leave me alone for five minutes when you know I'm busy?!"

"Wow, fuck you!" You said before slamming the door and using your powers to get to the hotel.

Alastor opened the door to see you crying and brought you to the couch, giving you a hug.

You barely got the chance to finish telling Alastor what happened before Lucifer ran to you, crying and apologizing.

You were able to talk things out and agreed to be more open about feelings.

Sir Pentious

Pentious was working on a new invention. But, since he was trying to get redeemed, it couldn't be for evil.

He was trying to build things to help with the hotel. Right now, he was making something to lift Niffty up around the hotel.

You were trying to help while also keeping the egg bois under control, not realizing you were distracting him.

"Will you please stop already! You're supposed to be watching them, but you're just as annoying!!"

You had tears in your eyes as soon as you turned around.

"Fine!" You yelled before running off.

"That wasn't very nice, boss. You should apologize."

When Pentious saw you, you were sitting on the couch by the TV with Charlie hugging you.

"Y/N, may I speak with you? I would like to apologize."

You silently nodded, standing up next to him.

"I'm sorry, my dearest, can you ever forgive me?"

"As long as you promise to tell me what's wrong and how to properly help in the future."

He pulled you into a hug and wrapped his tail around you.

Husker

The bar was open way later than usual because Charlie decided to have an open house for the hotel.

Free drinks were pretty much a necessity when you're trying to lure in sinners.

Husk seemed fine/ his usual brand of grumpy.... Until he saw you talking and laughing with some guy and pulled you into an empty hallway.

"What the fuck was that? Did you really think I would be too busy to see you flirting like a whore?"

Even with tears in your eyes, you could tell he's been drinking vodka straight.

You pushed him away from you.

"That's my cousin, you asshole! He was asking me about the hotel."

You ran away, going right to the room you shared with Husk and trying to go to sleep.

Husk spent the rest of the party drinking water and eating a few snacks to fight the future hangover.

When you woke up, Husk had his wings and arms wrapped around you. He didn't even bother trying to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was such an idiot and I hurt the best person who's ever been in my life. I freaked out about seeing you with someone else..... because I know I don't deserve you, and I don't want to lose you."

He was crying into your shoulder, and you pulled him into a hug.

"You couldn't lose me if you wanted to. Just remember, I love you more than anything, and I'd rather die again than lose you.

(A/N : This sucks ass and I'm sorry this took me so long. I hope you like it, though. )

Requests open

[merbear25]

Hey,so I have a sprained ankle and have been bed bound and sad about it, so I have a request, a Crocodile or Katakuri (you can choose) fic, where their fem! S/O gets hurt and has a sprained ankle, and they take care of them until they are healed(I'm not healed yet, but I need some fluff and domestic vibes to get me through this, for fun we can say they have a family of their own as well). You don't have a write this

Hello there! I’m sorry to hear about your ankle and hope you have someone to help take care of you. I did you one better and gave you both! I had some ideas for both of them, so why not? :) I hope you like what I’ve written for you and get well soon. 💜💜

CW: fluff, headcanons/scenario, fem!reader in mind but nothing specific mentioned, mentions of family au

Them taking care of you (Crocodile, Katakuri)

Crocodile

With how quickly you were running about the place, it was only a matter of time before you injured yourself. Even with all of his warnings to slow down and be careful, you’d ironically managed to evade those with no issue.

Despite his slight criticism of your recklessness, he was quick to come to your aid after you yelped from the sudden pain. Swooping you up in his arms, he gave you a few I told you sos. Albeit not what you wanted to hear, his delivery gave hints of tenderness and concern.

He was a busy man and couldn’t really make the time to wait on you. However, he ensured that only the best would take care of you—the best meaning those he and/or you trusted.

Each morning he gave you a light kiss on your forehead or cheek, so as not to wake you, and each night he made sure you were comfortable before you went to sleep.

I headcanon him being able to cook, so in saying that whenever he had time, he’d prepare your favorite dishes of his. He’d take pleasure in knowing that his food brought you some kind of comfort.

If you’d already started a family together, during the work day he’d have the usual caretakers look after them, so the children weren’t always asking you for things.

It did warm his heart to see them going in to talk to you though—sharing how their day was and asking how you were feeling.

Katakuri

He both literally and figuratively saw this happening from a mile away, but even with his warnings of what was sure to come, you carried on and eventually got hurt. The huffs at your stubbornness were kept to a minimum.

With those few moments into the future being crystal clear, he remained by your side and was there to swiftly carry you off to get treatment. You waited for him to give you some type of lecture, but he didn’t see any use in doing so. The consequences spoke louder than words.

He had many responsibilities, but he still did his best to prioritize your needs. With you bedbound, he checked in on you throughout the day or at least had someone he trusted to do it when he couldn’t.

Before he had to leave the house, he never forgot to ask if you needed anything. Even when you said you were fine, he still brought you things you were going to need: a fresh glass of water, extra pillows and blankets, and a snack if you got peckish.

When on his way home, he’d stop by his favorite bakeries to grab you something. If you weren’t that keen on sweets, then he’d pop into a place that sold your preferred snacks/drinks.

If you had a family, he’d like to spend a little bit of time in your room together—talking or watching something together. He liked feeling that warmth shared when around family and he was sure you did too.

He was a cuddler when it came to sleeping, but of course, your comfort came first. With you sound asleep, he inched closer to feel a bit of your warmth against him. Being careful not to disturb you, he laid down and let the gentle sounds of your breaths lull him to sleep.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

when jealousy happens

headcanon summary: jealousy ensues from astarion and gale in your party, and there's some banter that happens when they both want you.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: astarion x reader, gale x reader

male reader

anon request

you weren't sure when the banter may have truly started to happen, but you definitely remember the first time you were privy to their more public displays of dispute. it happened in camp, when astarion threatened gale with a dagger in his hand, and gale giving threats back with magic from his hands.

you were curious and worried about this potential fight, as was the rest of the camp. but laughter and snide remarks soon erupted from many, including you, when you heard the taunts between the two of them and what clued you all in to what they were fighting about.

they were arguing over you. which, while you did feel flustered over the potential attention that you weren't used to, you thought it was cute. to certain extents at least, because while it was cute at some times, you found that it could be frustrating to deal with in other areas, such as fights. like when astarion would make a snarky remark towards gale when stabbing an enemy; "i'm a much better fighter, it proves i would be a much better protector," and gale retorts with, "i'm a much better defensive attacker, which proves i'm just as good at that position. but who says that he needs a protector, when he does just fine on his own."

it causes strife at times, but it is endearing to have two people fight for your affections. at camp, everyone snickers as gale and astarion fight their way over to you to sleep near you, each taking one side next to you. each one wants to have a last snarky remark before you head to bed, and you groan from under your pillow as you try to get some sleep. you end up having to snap at the both of them to be quiet before you're able to get some sleep, but not before one of them has something to say about the other annoying you. you have to roll your eyes at their goofiness, wondering if you should say something at some point .

because, you are led to wonder when at some point you'll have to make a decision if that's expected. you are worried at some point their arguing would lead to actual bloodshed, wanting to prove themselves to you and trying to outdo each other in their competition. astarion's louder pride compared to gale's more quiet, but still seething pride might not be able to make it out of their banter in one piece. someone was bound to take actual swings at the other if you weren't going to say something soon. shadowheart, karlach, and wyll are the ones you turn to in terms of advice one night.

"i'm just not sure. i have to tell them to quit their bickering soon, right? i'm not wrong in the guess that someone is going to end up murdering the other over me." you tell them, hoping for some sort of wisdom.

"how lucky you are, having two men racing after your heart. how funny it's also been." karlach snickers, with some laughter from the other two as well. "but, i would have to agree. you'll have to make a decision soon, lest one of them really does make a remark that the other can't ignore."

"talk with them at least, give them some terms of things like how long you need to make a decision, so that way banter doesn't eventually lead to something happening." wyll continues off of karlach's opinion, with shadowheart agreeing. karlach eventually nods, clearly thinking about the slight amusement that comes from a potential scuffle.

"is blood what we're talking about? because, if you chose me, you wouldn't have to worry about me feeding from you when you least expect it. this vampire thought he'd be able to steal a quick snack from me, who knows if he'd be able to do it with you?" gale says, overhearing the conversation and coming in to say this to you.

"and he eats magic, it's all really the same, isn't it? and he's eavesdropping." astarion pipes in, with gale glaring his way, proving points that astarion was doing the same thing.

you could only sigh, dragging the two of them to a more secluded area in the woods to give them an earful of what your terms were, wanting to have the time to make a decision in your perilous journey to baldur's gate. (who knows, maybe you'd be able to romance them both, if that's something everyone was open too. if a poly relationship was to be reached, you'd hear more banter than you thought was possible.)

[lelelego]

is there a canon ending you have in mind for Eli and Boone?

god yeah. i'm gonna put this under a cut because it turned into a long one. this is not just the ending but the stuff leading up to it. word vomit galore

just want to reiterate this is all in my insaneo mode head and simply fnv eli's timeline as far as i'm concerned

in a nutshell eli decides an independent vegas is ultimately the best for the residents. he has a hard time deciding between an ncr rule (a somewhat more organized freeside and new vegas, and potentially more resources aside from energy), but seeing firsthand the idiocy operating under the monolith, incompetence, and corruption, does he decide to help the followers of the apocalypse establish control over the area with the help of the king, since julie farkas and the king are both actual people of authority who the people of freeside respect.

when eli tells boone he's not going to help the ncr, boone's conflicted. he's been following eli around because (1) eli makes good on his promise re:fighting the legion, (2) eli is a legion magnet because caesar + lanius hate his guts and keep sending hit squads after his ass, and (3) he genuinely thinks eli will die without him. (none of this is related to the fact that boone enjoys his company, obviously. not even a little bit. obviously.) he's torn between the ncr, the only system he knows, and the person who stands as the trigger of the largest political change in the region. is he responsible for changing this person's mind? does he want to change eli's mind? he doesn't know shit about the ramifications of the ncr leaving, nor the ncr staying. is he just following orders again? despite what happens at bitter springs (hopeful ending) he can't really let the idea of the nation he grew up with go.

so at the end of second battle of hoover dam, the ncr gets chased out (mostly). eli still doesn't really know where boone stands regarding the ncr, because for all his talk and bluster he doesn't want boone to dislike him for prying (which has happened already before). forgive him, he's got a big fat crush that won't go away on the guy. he's tired. he's hungry. he's thirsty. but all he can do is think, "boone's going to follow them back." which is when the picture above happens. he snaps back to his senses obviously, because what right does he have to ask something like that?

but boone stays. eli goes to talk to julie and he's there. eli sits at the tops in benny's workshop for days, programming and reprogramming systems for the securitrons and tinkering with finer motor controls and he's there. eli negotiates with the crimson caravan and he's there. eli is confused but yknow. what is he going to do talk to the brick wall of a man about his feelings??

boone sees what eli does for the people of freeside. even helps, sometimes, even though the only thing he thinks he's good at is killing. he thinks, is this what being better is? is this what amends are? but like a reoccuring rash he gets the Itch. thinks about the ncr. about manny. they could enlist back into first recon, easy. he goes back to novac to look over things he'd left there, things he used when he'd freshly left first recon, spends the night in his old room.

only he can't sleep. he can't sleep because he can't hear the sound of eli playing some shitty video game on his pipboy. he can't hear eli and veronica arguing over which snack is the best for the road, or eli tuning ED-E to different frequencies to see what he can pick up. he can't see eli going to the bathroom what feels like every 5 minutes because of his wacked out digestive system. he can't hear eli cursing as he tries to take off his leg brace only for something to get stuck, and then him rustling around for his tools, not being able to find the right one, and then jamming whatever he can find in the joint to get it unstuck.

so he goes back to new vegas, and when he sees eli's smile when eli sees him, dirty and sweaty from working, he knows it's an easy choice to make.

(yes they eventually do h*ld h*nds. when is that? i don't know. when IS that. someone tell me please)

after that eli and boone stay in vegas for a bit to get everything as stable as possible, even though it's an uphill, impossible challenge, and then i think eventually eli's curiosity would get the better of them when he's a little older and he'd leave to find different things to prod and look at with boone at his side :^)

[bell4lan]

hiii could u do a continuation to ur chuuya x transmale reader fic?? it was SO GOOD and i wanna see the continuation of what happens the next morning or smthh.. i hope u get what i mean

Brother's Best Friend (pt.2)

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Mentions of scars (top surgery), fingering, protected sex, feminine words used for privates (cunt, pussy), folds is used too, penetration, praise, reader is called good boy

Character(s)/Reader: Top Chuuya Nakahara x Bottom Trans Male Reader. Dazai Osamu is reader's brother

You woke up the next day feeling surprisingly well rested. Chuuya had been gone by the time you woke up which didn't really bother you, but you did want to speak with him about what happened the night before. Did he want something with you? Or did he just want to fuck? Honestly, you were okay with either. You wouldn't mind being a fuck buddy if he could fuck you as good as he fucked your thighs.

'No. Stop. Don't get horny right now you just woke up.' You thought to yourself as you got up from bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. You really needed a nice, cold shower.

Once you were finished, Dazai came into your room with a breakfast pastry in hand. He knew you didn't like big breakfasts, so he thought that should be good enough. You thanked him before biting into it, humming at the delicious taste.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked with a small smile on his face. You nodded and continued to eat your breakfast. "Good, because we're going to go down to the pool today!" He exclaimed while clapping his hands. You swallowed your food and looked at him.

"How are you not hungover from last night? You drank so much you puked all over Chuuya's bed." You asked before taking another bite. Dazai laughed and ruffled your hair.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just that cool." You rolled your eyes at the stupid response and finished up your pastry. Dazai left the room so you could change, and got ready for the pool.

All of you finished getting ready after about 15 minutes but were still missing some stuff, so you all decided to go to the shop in the hotel. The store was filled with all sorts of things like souvenirs, clothes, snacks, prepacked lunches, and alcohol. You and Dazai went over to the food section while Chuuya just looked around. While he glanced, his eyes landed on something that made his face turn a pale pink.

'Condoms? Why do they have condoms here?" He thought to himself. Chuuya stared at the packages before shaking his head. He probably won't get to use them. He doesn't know if you're still comfortable with going all the way with him, or if he'll even be able to with Dazai always sticking around. Oh well, he'll just wait until after this vacation...

........

"That'll be $7.67." The cashier said kindly. Chuuya quickly gave her the cash before stuffing the box into his bag, burying it under his towel. Look, it's better to be safe than sorry alright? Who knows, maybe you guys will get the opportunity to hook up again. He wouldn't want to be unprepared for that. He quickly walked over to you and Dazai and looked at the lunch options, silently hoping that his nervousness wasn't showing.

"Did you find something to eat Chuuya?" You asked, smiling at him. He shook his head before looking down at the options again. He couldn't look at you without thinking of what happened last night. Fuck this was going to be hard for him.

Finally, you all grabbed and paid for your lunches and went off to the pool. You guys put your bags down on some chairs to claim them and started putting on some sunscreen. Once finished, Dazai ran and jumped into the pool, making a huge splash.

"No running around the pool Dazai!" Chuuya yelled. He didn't actually care about Dazai running, he was just mad because Dazai got his shirt wet before he could take it off. Dazai stuck his tongue out at the ginger before swimming away happily. You smiled and watched as Chuuya took his shirt off, getting lost in thought. You wish it were thoughts of how hot the man in front of you was, but sadly it wasn't.

"Are you going to get in?" He asked once he noticed your gaze.

"U-Um, yeah. I'm just....uh..."

"You don't have to take your shirt off if that's the issue." He reassured, noticing your hesitation. You nodded and gripped the bottom of your shirt.

"I know, but I'd like to. I'm just nervous about people noticing my scars." You confessed.

"No one will care, don't worry. If anyone gives you shit for it you know your brother and I will beat them up." You laughed and thanked him for the reassurance.

"(Name), you're not just going to stand there all day riight? Get in!" Dazai yelled from across the pool. Chuuya stepped in as you took your shirt off, making sure not to look so that you don't feel insecure. You threw your shirt to the side and got in, swimming out toward Dazai.

"Ah, doesn't it feel nice in here?" Dazai asked as he floated on his back, eyes closed in relaxation. You nodded and copied his actions, floating beside him.

You all had fun messing around in the pool and eating your lunches when the time came. Currently, it was sunset and you guys were still at the pool. You were laying on a chair while Chuuya was still swimming. Dazai was supposed to be in the bathroom, but that was 30 minutes ago so who knows what he's doing now.

"(Name), Chuuya, is it alright if I hang out with someone for the night?" Ah, speak of the devil.

"What? I thought you brought me here to hang out with me." You said, glaring at him.

"I knoooww, but (Name) this guy is sooo handsome. This could be my one chance at finding true love!" He exclaimed dramatically, making you roll your eyes.

"Uh huh, what's this guys name?" Chuuya said, swimming up to the edge of the pool.

"Kunikida." Dazai smiled. You sighed and said fine. The brunette gave you a big hug before running off to a tall blond man with glasses, leaving you and Chuuya alone. It felt...awkward. You decided to try and relax by going back in the pool, but it was even more awkward. Almost everyone who was there had already left since it was getting dark, so you and Chuuya were the only ones in that area.

"Hey." Chuuya said softly as he swam up to you, finally deciding to break the awkward silence. You smiled shyly at him and said it back. "You uh...you look really good." He said, looking you up and down.

"Yeah? Thank you." The both of you moved closer and closer to each other until finally, your lips connected in a deep and heated kiss. Chuuya's hands went down to your waist, pressing you against him, while your arms went around his neck. You couldn't get over how good he was at kissing. His tongue felt so good in your mouth. You wondered what other things he could do with it.

Sadly he pulled away, looking deep into your eyes as you both caught your breath. "Do you wanna go up to your room?" He whispered. You gave him a nod before you both quickly got out of the pool and packed up your things. Your heart raced as you both made your way to your room. You were really hoping Dazai wouldn't come back any time soon, because fuck you were horny.

Finally, you made it to your room. You pulled out the card to the door and opened it before dropping everything onto the floor. Chuuya did the same and pulled you into another heated kiss, walking you to the edge of the bed as you made out. Gently, he pushed you onto it, making you lay down. He moved his lips down to your neck as he searched for the spot that made you squirm.

"God I really wish we had condoms." You whispered. Suddenly, he stopped and hovered over you before pecking your lips.

"Hold on." He said and got off the bed to search through his bad. You looked confused as you watched him rummage through it, until finally he pulled out a box of condoms. Your heart raced as he walked back over. 'He actually wants to go all the way..? Holy shit.' You thought, feeling flustered.

"When did you...?"

"When you and Dazai were looking at the food. I wasn't sure if we'd be able to actually do it while on this trip, but I'm so glad I got them." He said before kissing you again, his hands reaching down to pull off your bathing suit. He licked his lips as he admired your now completely bare body, his dick twitching when he saw your wet cunt. You squeezed your thighs together out of embarrassment and covered your face.

"Nuh uh, c'mon baby let me see you. You look amazing, you know that?" Chuuya's hands moved to spread your legs as he watched your hands drop from your face.

"I do..?" You asked shyly.

"Of course you do (Name), you look so sexy like this." He replied gently. His right hand moved down to your folds and ran his fingers through them, collecting the wetness. You twitched as he teased you, and gasped once you finally felt two fingers enter you.

"I-I thought we were- ah! g-going all the way." You stuttered out as he fingered you.

"We are, but I need to prep you first. You're still too tight despite being so turned on." He whispered as he loosened you up. You nodded and moaned quietly as he kept fingering you.

After a few minutes, he pulled out his fingers and took off his bathing suit, revealing his hard length. He opened the condom box and tore one open before putting it on and lining up to your hole.

"Are you sure about this (Name)?" He asked, wanting explicit consent.

"Yes yes I'm sure." You whined, feeling desperate for his dick. He nodded and slowly pushed into you, biting his lip at the warmth. Your legs trembled as you felt him push further and further inside you. After a few seconds, his cock filled your pussy to the brim, finally fully inside you. You breathed heavily as you tried to adjust to his size, his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"You're doing so good (Name), just relax. Let me take care of you." He whispered before moving his hips slowly. You choked out a moan as he started thrusting, looking up at him as he did. It wasn't enough, it was too slow.

"Chuuya~ f-faster." You whimpered. He nodded and thrusted faster, glancing down at where you two were connected. He watched as your pussy took his entire cock, groaning at how hot it looked. This was just as good as he imagined. You were so wet and hot inside, and your hole took him beautifully. And the noises, god the noises. Not only were your moans turning him on, but the sound of you getting fucked by him did too.

"F-Fuck (Name), your pussy is so good. So fucking good. You're taking it s-so well, such a good boy. Shit I should've done this s-sooner." Chuuya babbled. He sounded so fucked out, it was cute. The way he desperately fucked you made you wanna cum so bad. You were so close.

"Chuuya! K-Keep going- hah~ I'm so close." You couldn't stop moaning his name. This was the best you had ever felt in your life. It sounded dramatic, but it was the truth. Never had someone fucked you this good or make you feel this loved. You didn't want to let him go, he was so fucking good.

"Fuck baby you tightened up. You gonna cum? Go on, cum for me." He instructed. You yelped as he pounded into your pussy faster, you scratching at his back. You came with a loud whine, your legs visibly shaking as you orgasmed. Chuuya pulled out and filled up the condom before moving to your side and brushing the hair out of your face.

"You okay? Do you need anything?" He asked gently. You shook your head and leaned into his touch. He nodded and kissed your forehead before getting up to throw away the condom. He went back onto the bed and laid next to you, running his hand up and down your side.

"Is it bad that all I'm thinking about is fucking you all night long?" He whispered. You giggled and shook your head.

"No, because I'm thinking the same thing." You smiled. He cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes.

"Do you want to...go on a date once this vacation is over?" He whispered. You stared at him before nodding shyly. Smiling, he kissed you, his hand moving to the bottom of your back. You moved yourself on top of him and reached for another condom as you kissed.

"Now, let's go again while we still can."

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I wasn't originally planning on making a pt.2 to this but so many people asked so I had to :P. I hope you guys like it! It's very saucy mwahaha >:)

[russellsppttemplates]

What if you and the kids gang up on me? (Pierre Gasly)

Pierre is doing what he can to makes sure his children are raised knowing their roots

Note: english is not my first language. As you maybe know by now, talking about these subjects is a big responsibility for me, but I always hope that I have treated them properly. Also, these are some traditions that I remembered and that I know about!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: pregnancy

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Did you find what you were looking for?", you asked your husband when he found you in the living room. Because Alexandre had been a little bit fussy the night before and you still had some things to prepare and sort out for the big night tomorrow, you ended up staying with your little boy at home while Pierre went out to get something he needed.

"Yes, they fit well, too. I just put them in the washing machine. And how's this little guy, hm? Is he feeling better?", he pointed to your son. He had been attached to you the whole day, so he had ended up falling asleep on top of you, "he's feeling a bit sorry for himself still, but he's sleeping now, so I guess that's a good thing", you chuckled, remembering the past night where you and Pierre almost slept in shifts since your little boy kept needing your full attention.

The next day, Pierre's parents arrived after lunch, making it the perfect timing to get the kitchen and the dining room ready for the New Year's Eve celebration. Because of how young your son was, you opted to stay inside and have dinner with your in-laws, making the situation a lot more flexible.

"Are you not going to put on the dress you bought?", Pierre asked, taking Alexandre from your arms, "I don't know if it fits me all that well", you admitted, "I'm sure it will, amour, you look gorgeous in everything", he ushered you up the stairs.

While you got ready, Pierre softly knocked on the door of the guest room his parents were staying in, "are you guys ready?", he asked, seeing his parents dressed according to the request he made. Moving to the nursery, he laid his son on the changing mat, grabbing the white shirt and soft pants from the wardrobe before pulling his own trousers he had hid in the room, "let's surprise mama, yes? I bet she'll be so happy to see you. You look like the most handsome boy ever", he kissed his cheek, changing himself as well and walking back to your bedroom to surprise you.

"Me and Alexandre need you to close your eyes", Pierre said after he knocked, "my eyes are closer then", you said, hearing footsteps approach you when you heard your husband's command, "you can open them now".

Opening your eyes, you saw both of your boyd in all white outfits, matching your own, "I know you always wear white because of the traditions you have, so I thought it would be a good one to start now that we have this little one", he smiled, handing Alexandre back to you when you opened and closed your hands and encouraged him to do so.

"This is amazing, amour", you thanked, kissing his lips before taking a good look at both of them, "look at you, meu amor", you kissed your son's cheeks, earning a little giggle from him, "you look so handsome, although I think your outfit won't be this clean for much longer", you tapped his nose.

"Knowing you, yours won't either", your husband teased you, "you look amazing, mon ange", he kissed your forehead, "breathtaking as usual", he smiled, "C'mon, my mother also needed help with her dress and my father was having some trouble with the zipper, and you might be the only one to be able to fiddle with it".

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"Papa, I want something sweet to eat", Alexandre said, looking for a snack in the cupboard, "do you know how to make those chocolaty balls mama makes? The brigadeiros", the boy struggled with the last words, the letter R still a challenge for him to bend, "Oh, those are so good, papa, please make them!", Louis said.

Pierre had seen you make them what felt like a thousand times before, but now he was doubting himself, "How about we do them together?", he suggested, thinking that if the recipe tasted different, he could also blame it on the fact his children helped him do it and that's why it tasted off and not because of his baking skills.

"First, ingredients!", Pierre announced, moving to the cupboard where you kept the sweet ingredients, "we need this can here, which is called leite condensado, and some cocoa powder", he helped them reach the shelves and grab what they needed, "we also need margarina", he showed them the block of margarine he got from the fridge, "Oh, the word is very similar to the French one", the oldest boy said, "that's right, a lot of the words are similar", he smiled, grabbing the measuring spoons and the pot they needed.

"It makes it easier to learn, even if I'm not that good at it", Alexandre admitted, pouting slightly, "the other day I asked mama to speak to me in Portuguese and I got her request messed up, she wanted her hairbrush and I got her a hair tie", he confessed.

Helping Louis up on the wooden tower so he could be at the level of the counter, Pierre spoke to Alexandre, "you know learning a new language is hard, you're still getting used to it, right? And you're doing a good job, buddy! The first time mama asked me for something in Portuguese, she said it was in the bathroom and I went to the kitchen", he nudged him, seeing his smile creep up.

"So, we have to heat this up, and we have to be careful because we can't have bubbles, alright boys?", Pierre pointed the spoon, "so we just keep stirring the chocolate in now?", Louis wondered, "yes, carefully for a good while".

Despite their usual excitement and rush because they were just kids, the boys actually held up to the request and waited patiently until the bowl had cooled down from the fridge enough so they could roll up the balls, "mama usually makes different toppings, like coconut, and cocoa powder too", Pierre added, "so it's really up to you what you do with yours".

"Can we leave these ones for mama?", Alexandre asked, setting a small tupperware box on the side with some of his and his brother's creations, "yes, I'll put them in the fridge for when she gets back from work, I bet she'll love them".

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"Come here", your husband whispered, seeing you finish rubbing the cream on your arms, "I want to talk to my little girl", he urged you, helping you sit on the bed so he could scoot down and face your bump. Because this was your third pregnancy, your bump was growing at a much faster pace, making it more prominent and, therefore, a place where you would usually find Pierre's hand whenever he was near you, and tonight was no different.

"Olá, meu amor", he began, "hoje deste um dia complicado à mãe, hm? Mas é um bom sinal, porque significa que estás a crescer e que estamos cada vez mais perto de te conhecer e de te ter nos nossos braços", he smiled, kissing your soft skin. Hello, my love (...) today you gave mama a hard day, hm? Bur that's a good sign, it means you're growing and that we are closer to meeting you and to have you in our arms

"I'll never get over you speaking my mother tongue", you brushed your husband's hair by running your fingers through, "you speak mine, and I have to know, too. I mean, what if one day you and the kids gang up on me?".

[notyourhetloki]

For prompt “I like laying next to you, you’re warm” Ken finally receives permission to stay the night and is overjoyed to not only be in gn reader’s presence but also gets to be close to them, possibly the first time he has been able to do this with anyone in his life 😭

cozy (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader/

A/N: Hey, anon! This is ADORABLE like... ugh so sweet! Thank you for requesting and hope you don't mind this being short! Also, I'm running out of Ken gifs! Oh nooo! Prompt list mentioned: here's the link

Song Rec: Cigarettes After Sex - Heavenly

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Ken accompanied you to your doorstep after a very fun day hanging out, holding your hand and ready to say his goodbyes... until you suggested: "Ken, why don't you... stay for the night?"

His jaw dropped, eyes shining with hope as he inhaled. "S-Stay?"

"Yes! We can make popcorn and watch movies all night! It'll be fun, don't you think?"

Ken almost fell knees first onto the pavement but pulled himself together before he could falter. You knew he wasn't used to being shown that much consideration, so you understood his nervousness. "C'mon, blondie, let's get some snacks."

You pulled him inside and started preparing the food while Ken got himself comfortable on your sofa. He smiled to himself the whole night, holding your hand and kissing you sweetly from time to time.

After the second movie was over, you were already feeling a little tired. Moving your head to rest on Ken's shoulder, you nestled next to him and decided to close your eyes.

By your side, you didn't notice Ken celebrating silently, fist bumping the air while whispering a soft "Yesss". You trusted him enough to rest next to him! How cool was that?

He was ecstatic, but he felt so cozy next to you he could just drift into sleep at any moment. “I like laying next to you, you’re warm.”

When you heard his confession, your heart melted. You felt so safe, so comfortable, and to think he felt the same was... wonderful.

"I like having you next to me too, Ken." Your words were music to his ears, making his chest ache with pure love and devotion.

You stayed there laying silently until you both fell asleep, basking in each other's warmth. It felt heavenly, so sweet and nice to be able to fall asleep next to each other... you both hoped it stayed like that forever.

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[stars-tonight]

Hello there 🫶🏻 I love your blog. I saw your post about requests, could I request something cute with Kenma x fem reader please? I'm a shy gamer like him, I'd really love if you could write something about a cute night in together playing video games. Feel free to ignore this request. I hope life is good for you right now. Thank you and bye bye 💕

MERMAID RUGS, GAMER RAMEN (FT. KOZUME KENMA)

synopsis: you and kenma bond over video games, from your first meeting to the confession. shy!reader, pre-timeskip, strangers to friends to lovers, first love, kind of slow burn, reader is fukurōdani’s manager

word count: 4344 (easily the longest fic i've ever written, actually what have i done smh)

being fukurōdani’s manager is fun. you had originally signed up because volleyball looked fun--and as you learn more about the sport, you realize it is fun. it took you a long time to get out of your shell, but the team had been very kind and welcoming to you. they’re like your older brothers--you’re a first year, and it’s nice to be friends with the older seniors.

weekend playdays against other teams in the fukurōdani academy group are the best. nearly every saturday morning, the team hops on a bus and drives to another school, or sometimes fukurōdani is the host school. for two days, the teams in the league play against and train with each other, eating and sleeping near the host school. you don’t usually go anywhere that isn’t school or home, so it’s extra fun being able to travel to different schools. you’ve only done it four times so far, but it’s quickly become one of your favorite parts about managing the team.

this weekend, you’re travelling to nekoma high school for the first time. the nekoma and fukurōdani teams are actually pretty friendly with each other--a friendly rivalry, if you will--but you’ve never talked to anyone from another team. they’re all tall, and scary, and sometimes rowdy. you prefer to keep your distance.

~

at the end of the first day, bokuto kōtarō’s energy is only about half spent. he nearly always stays behind after regular practices to run some more quicks with akaashi. you sometimes stay to help out; bokuto always asks, and you find it hard to say no to that puppy dog face. but akaashi’s always there for you; if you’re stressed and need to go home, he always somehow knows and makes sure you take care of yourself. you appreciate him more than he could ever know.

today is one of those days where you’re happily staying behind to help. bokuto had been blocked by nekoma’s captain today, and he’s been sulking ever since, determined to practice his hits until he’s certain that nobody can block them.

it’s almost an hour after training officially ended when bokuto finally stops his relentless practice. he and akaashi are both drenched in sweat. “food break!” bokuto declares. “then more practice.”

more practice? it’s nearly nine p.m., you think to yourself in disbelief. akaashi echoes your thoughts: “bokuto-san, we should go back and rest now,” he says calmly. “besides, if you eat and then come back to exercise, you’ll get an upset stomach.”

“but i’m hungry,” bokuto whines. “and i want onigiri.”

akaashi sighs. his eyes meet yours, and a mutual understanding passes between you.

at the start of the camp this morning, someone had said there would be snacks available in the sports director’s office, which isn’t far from the primary gymnasium. you manage to find your way there, but you stop short when you realize someone else is in the room. it’s the tall middle blocker from nekoma. the captain. the one who blocked bokuto today. he often stays for extra practices with bokuto and akaashi; you had been wondering why he wasn’t here today. kuroo, you think his name is.

he looks at you and grins. “hey, [y/n]-chan,” he says cheerfully. “come for a late night snack too?”

you don’t know how to answer. you nod shortly, then spot the small refrigerator, opening it and taking an onigiri out of the package. “is that for you?” kuroo asks curiously.

“no, it’s for bokuto-san,” you say quietly.

his eyes widen a little, and then his mouth opens and he laughs loudly. “so you do talk! i owe kenma that thousand yen now. you were so quiet, i thought you didn’t know how to talk.”

you fight back a sigh, unsurprised that kozume kenma, the quiet yet observant setter for nekoma, was the one who had bet on you being able to talk. “i can talk. and i thought you usually do extra practice with bokuto-san and akaashi-san.”

he chuckles. “yeah, but kenma had a chemistry project he needed help on. technically it was due yesterday, so i deemed him to be in desperate need of help. he’s a little hungry now--the little pudding head--so i came to get food.”

due yesterday! you can’t even fathom the idea of turning in assignment late. you’d stay up all night if it meant getting homework done.

you suddenly realize that kuroo is saying something else to you: “i’ll bet that owl-face is mad i blocked him today. you can go back and tell him i’ll do it again tomorrow. in fact, i’ll do it twice tomorrow.”

you almost laugh at this stupid rivalry between friends. “i will. good night, kuroo-san. don’t sleep too late.”

~

sunday morning passes normally. by noon, you’re starving. lunchtimes are the quietest, and it’s always been this way. players from different schools sit together at benches and on the grassy hills. the managers have their own table, but you don’t know any of them well enough to go ask if you can sit with them. after casting a doubtful glance over at the tables, you take your food and quietly go to sit on a hill, the same as you always do. you’re not upset by it or anything; your level of calm and quiet can be restrictive and unapproachable for some, and you understand this perfectly. you’re content to eat alone.

but then you’re not alone anymore. someone sits down next to you. you spare a sideways glance to see that it’s kozume, his nose buried in his gaming console, which you recognize as a nintendo 3ds. you sit in silence for several minutes before kozume speaks: “thanks.”

hm? you blink and turn to quickly look at him. “for what?”

“i’m a thousand yen richer now because of you.”

“oh.” you let out a small chuckle as you remember kuroo delighting over the fact that you can talk. you look at his console curiously. “do you really like video games? which one’s your favorite?” you love a good video game, although barely anyone knows this.

he hesitates, before nodding, not looking at you. “i like this one. it’s called animal crossing.” he tilts the console a little so you can see. on screen, a little cartoon human is walking around what looks to be a beach.

you nod, recognizing the name: animal crossing is extremely popular, but you’d never played it before. you silently watch as kozume’s character walks around on screen, picking up various items like seashells. he notices you watching and speaks hesitantly. “do you . . . do you want to try?”

your eyes widen. “uh. . .” you shift a little closer to him, hugging your knees to your chest shyly. “sure. . .”

he hands the console over to you, which is surprising. you put your pointer finger on the direction pad and press on it, unsure how to play the game.

kozume lets out a sound that appears to you like a breathy chuckle. “here.” he leans closer too, your heads almost brushing, and helps you move the character around the screen. you lean in, eyes wide, as you take in every animated object on screen. the rave about animal crossing isn’t for nothing, you think. this game looks awesome. you watch as kozume’s character picks up a seashell. you hand the console back to kozume, letting out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

“thanks,” you say softly, mildly relieved you didn’t die and ruin his game. “looks fun.”

he nods. “i can show you how to set up your own game, if you have your own ds console.”

“i do,” you admit. you had brought it with you, in fact. “i have it in my bag.”

the corners of his lips tug up into what can only be described as a smile. “we don’t have time this weekend, but i can show you how to play next time. there’s supposed to be a new version coming out in november.”

you nod, another question piquing at your thoughts. “why. . .” you trail off, but kozume silently waits for you to continue, so you do. “why did you come over here? you usually don’t talk to anyone besides kuroo-san.”

he shrugs, then is quiet for a long time. you’re starting to think that a shrug is all the answer you’re going to get, but then he speaks, so quietly you have to strain to hear. “kuroo said i should. he said we were very similar.”

similar? you frown to yourself, tilting your head as you pondered. oh.

kuroo had been looking out for his friend. kozume couldn’t have much of a social life, you figure, although it doesn’t even appear like he wants one. but he’s going to have to talk to people sooner or later, and the former seems to be the case here as kuroo approaches graduation. and kuroo knew how quiet you are. maybe he’s also trying to help you out by sending you someone you’d hopefully connect with. you suddenly feel a new wave of respect for the nekoma captain. at least he meant well.

still, kozume’s response doesn’t give you the best peace of mind. “you didn’t have to talk if you didn’t want to. if you want to focus on your game, i won’t bother you anymore.”

“i didn’t say that. i don’t do anything i don’t want to. besides. . .”

his gaze shifts to you, golden eyes studying you for a few seconds before turning back to his game. “you’re nice.”

~

the next time you have a weekend training camp with the other teams in the fukurōdani academy group, you bring your gaming console. you hadn’t stopped thinking about kozume since last time, and you hoped he still remembered--and was planning on upholding--his promise about showing you how to play animal crossing. sure, you could always teach yourself, but you wanted an excuse to talk to kozume again. he had been really nice and easy to talk to.

luckily for you, he seemed to remember his promise too. at lunch on saturday, he takes the initiative to sit next to you on the hills again, although not before a lot of hesitation and a timid “can i sit here?”

he first shows you how to set up your character. the game is easy enough to pick up, and halfway through his demonstration kozume seems to realize that you know a lot about video games--he actually looks you in the eye and gives you a little smile here. “seems fun,” you say, as he wraps up his little demonstration speech.

“it is,” he says. “there’s no clear objective, it’s just a lot of playing and collecting items. you use those items to craft furniture. i don’t actually like most of the pieces, but i collect all of them to get complete sets. and the villagers will need certain items to be crafted before you can invite them to your village.”

you lean closer as he scrolls through his furniture collection. “that’s pretty,” you say as your gaze catches on a specific item. you point at it to show him.

kozume stops his scrolling. “the mermaid rug?” he tilts his head. “yeah, i guess so. it’s part of the mermaid series.”

“does it take a lot of items to craft furniture?”

“depends. bigger pieces take more items. the rug cost a few sand dollars and a pearl, along with the standard bells. the sand dollars are easy to find, but the pearl is a bit rarer. and some series are only available during certain times or seasons--i think the season for the mermaid series if over. depending on the item, the time it takes to craft will also be different.”

oh. that’s okay. you’re fine with being patient, you do it enough with some of the other games you play. “here, add me,” kozume says. “i can send you stuff this way. and little notes.”

so you do. and just like that, kozume becomes your first friend on animal crossing, and your best friend in real life.

~

“that was cold, kenma!” you laugh as the two of you share a high five. “lying to that person and luring them out into a trap? i never realized you were so strategic.”

he shrugs, but you can see a little smirk tugging at his lips. “that player was too trusting. that makes them an easy target.”

you shake your head. you are, in no way, bad at video games. but you have a lot to learn from kenma. “you’re so different when you’re playing games,” you say. “you’d never be this bold in real life.”

he thinks about it for a few seconds, then shrugs. “i guess so. have you made that mermaid rug yet?”

“mermaid rug?” you frown at his abrupt subject change, before realizing what he’s talking about. “oh. no. i don’t think they’re bringing that series back, i looked it up online.”

“oh.” he frowns a little. “i’m sorry.”

“no, that’s okay.” you smile a little, though you’re secretly actually really disappointed that you can’t have the mermaid rug. “anyway, how do you do it?” you ask curiously. “i always feel bad hurting others when i play games.”

he shrugs. “the objective of the game is to win, right?” he says. “that means it’s every player for themself. if you want to win, you can’t be hung up on making friends through the game. you’ll never meet these people in real life, you’ll probably never play with them again. it’s easy enough to do. sometimes it just takes some guts. a lot of things in life take guts.”

you look at him admiringly. “are you talking about volleyball?” you tease.

he scowls. “no.”

~

“no tears, kenma? not even a little?” kuroo pretends to cry. “your best friend is leaving you and you can’t even be bothered to cry?”

kenma stares at him, a deadpan expression in his eyes. “i don’t cry,” he says flatly. he’s still clutching his console tightly in one hand, however, and there’s a tightness in his face that tells you he’s as close to crying as he ever will be.

kuroo sighs. “take care of him for me, [y/n],” he says to you. “make sure he stays on top of his studies. don’t stay up all night playing video games with him again--don’t think i don’t know you guys do that. make sure he eats, drinks enough water, doesn’t slack off at practice--”

“i know, kuroo-san,” you say. “don’t worry. i’ll keep kenma alive and functioning.”

kenma scowls a little at the two of you. “i can take care of myself, you know.”

“yeah, yeah, of course you can. but it makes your captain feel a lot better knowing you have [y/n].” kuroo winks at the two of you--why can you feel your face heating up?--and stands up straight, looking handsome and put-together in his traditional japanese hakama.

you smile up at kuroo. “thanks for everything, kuroo-san.” it had been him who introduced you to your best friend, and he himself had helped you a lot with your studies as well. he was a really good guy. you were going to miss him, just like you knew kenma would.

kuroo smiles proudly at you. “same to you, [y/n]. go conquer the world for me, all right? even better if you can drag this pudding head around with you while you do it.”

~

“do you want water? food?” is the first thing kenma asks when you arrive at his house.

“no, thank you,” you say. “i got food on the way here.”

he frowns a little. “you can eat here, you know,” he says. “you don’t have to spend money on food.”

“i wouldn’t want to burden you.” you follow kenma as he leads you to his room. you often took the train over to kenma’s house after school and your respective practices ended. you would study together, even though kenma is a grade above you. the two of you more often ended up playing video games together anyway.

“it’s not a burden. my parents are happy enough that i have a friend i’m willing to have over. how far are you in animal crossing now?” kenma asks curiously as you set your bag down. “did you get my gift?”

he had sent you another gift yesterday. you’re his only friend on animal crossing--you checked--and you often sent gifts back and forth to each other. “yeah,” you say. you don’t play animal crossing as often as your other games, but you open it on occasion to interact with kenma.

“what game do you want to play today?” kenma opens his fridge--you’re still shocked, though not surprised that he has a mini fridge in his room for energy drinks--and pulls out his favorite caffeinated drink.

you shake your head. “kenma, you gotta stop drinking so much caffeine. it’s not good for you. and you should be doing your homework. i know you have a calculus exam tomorrow. have you even started studying?”

he stares at you. “who are you and what have you done with [y/n]?” he asks. “who are you to lecture me on studying?”

“i’m done with my work, kenma,” you say. “and i’m not the one who’s failing two classes.”

he scowls a little. “did you come here just to lecture me about school? because you can leave if that’s the case.”

you sigh, rubbing your temples. “i care about you, kenma,” you say.

he freezes. “what?”

“what?” you crease your eyebrows, looking up at him and realizing with a start that his face is tinted pink. “did i say something?”

he looks down. “no,” he mutters. “let’s just get started. i’ll do my work, okay? will that make you happy?”

you sigh again. “yes, kenma. that’d make me happy.”

he takes out his workbook, a little pout on his face--you don’t think he realizes it’s there, but it’s adorable regardless. “there are caffeinated ramen noodles now,” he says suddenly. “especially for gamers. it’s going really viral.”

“don’t even think about it, kenma.”

~

you don’t know why you’re so distraught.

it’s the end of another school year, meaning another graduation, meaning another one of your friends gone. but this time, it’s different.

kenma looks almost cute in his hakama. wait, what? you blink hard, shaking your head to rid yourself of the thought. kenma’s your best friend, and only your best friend.

“are you crying?” kenma stares at you, a little frown on his face. “what’s there to cry about?”

“i’m not crying, kenma!” you protest, furiously wiping away your tears.

he sighs, stepping forward and brushing your tears away with his fingers. “don’t cry, [y/n]. you have my phone number. i’m not going anywhere far or fancy for university. i’ll still send you stuff on animal crossing. we’ll play video games every night if it makes you happy.”

you shake your head, sniffling a bit. “what will you do in uni?” you ask. “how will you make any friends? you’ll be so sad and alone.”

he lowers his gaze, and it’s only when you see his shoulders shaking that you realize he’s laughing. it’s a quiet laugh, but you cherish the sound regardless. this must be what an angel’s laugh sounds like, you think to yourself.

“enough of that, [y/n],” he says gently, patting your head. “i’m not completely useless. i’ll join a video games club or something.”

“you’re such a liar!” you complain. “don’t laugh at me. i’m worried about you.”

he sobers up, stepping closer and taking your hands in his. “don’t worry,” he says softly. “i’ll be fine. you take care of yourself too, okay? drink water. eat food. don’t stay up all night playing video games.”

his hands are soft and cool. “you sound just like kuroo-san,” you say, sniffling. “but it’s stupider when you say it. don’t think i don’t know you’re going to buy those gamer ramen noodles as soon as i don’t have my eyes on you.”

he rolls his eyes. “they’re good, [y/n],” he says defensively. “and they actually work.”

“kenma! you tried them?”

he sighs, dropping your hands. “. . . i tried them.”

“kenma!”

“okay, okay.” he gives you a sarcastic little salute. “i won’t do it again. promise. will you stop crying?”

you blow your nose into a handkerchief that he hands you. “take care of yourself at university, kenma,” you say, your voice shaking a little. “i’ll miss you.”

he brushes some hair out of your face, a gentle smile on his own. “i’ll miss you too.”

and that was the moment you realized that you are hopelessly in love with kozume kenma.

~

you feel so lonely.

you’ve spent so much time with kenma the last two years that you hardly realized you didn’t make any other friends. and now that kenma’s gone, you’re alone. you talk everyday through text, sure, and you play video games for hours into the night. but it’s not the same as being with kenma.

it’s been almost two months since the start of your third year. you should be focusing on your studies. and you are; your grades have never slipped. but it’s been getting harder and harder to focus when all you can think about is how much you miss kenma.

you’ve never stopped loving him. you don’t think you ever will stop loving him. you miss him so much it hurts. but you could never tell him this. kenma has never given anyone a second look. he’s never liked anyone. and why would he like you, anyway? you’re great friends. that’s all you could ask for. but you still feel so lonely.

your phone buzzes. you let out a tired groan, rolling over on your bed. fumbling, you grasp your phone and check the message.

when’s the last time you played ac? i’m back from uni on break and just realized. you usually send me gifts back, but i’ve sent you fifteen this past month and nothing’s happened. are you okay?

kenma’s back! your face subconsciously breaks out into a huge smile. you’d have to go over to his house in the next couple of days to say hi. then you read his message again.

animal crossing! your eyes widen. it’s true, you haven’t played in a while. every time you open up the game, you can only remember those nights in the past when you and kenma stayed up for hours playing with each other. it hurt, so you eventually just stopped playing.

yeah, sorry, you text back. just been busy.

kenma responds quickly. you should check your mailbox. items will disappear if you don’t accept them in time.

so for the first time in nearly a month, you open up animal crossing. immediately, you’re flooded with notifications. you collect all the items in your mailbox, send kenma some gifts in return, and then you notice there’s a new item in your post office. a few clicks later, a note pops up, and an item is included with it.

it’s a mermaid rug. your eyes widen as you gasp softly. you only have one friend in the game, so there’s only one person this note could have been from. but why would kenma gift you the mermaid rug? he knows you love it, but why now decide to give it to you?

you look at the note. what you read sends you reeling, your heart skipping a beat as you nearly drop the phone.

it’s only six words, but those six words will change your life forever.

[y/n], i like you so much.

kenma’s house is only about a thirty minute subway ride from yours. you’ve been to his house so many times you could walk the route in your sleep. you practically run through the subway station and launch yourself onto the train. your leg jiggles impatiently as you count the stops: three left. then two. then one.

you burst through the subway doors, tearing through the station and up the stairs into the streets. your feet carry you all the way to kenma’s house. your heart is racing, your face flushed and your hands starting to sweat as you reach the familiar, charming little house. you hesitate at the front door.

“sometimes it just takes some guts. a lot of things in life take guts.”

the sound of you knocking on the door has barely faded away when kenma opens it. his eyes widen when he sees you standing at his front door. “[y/n]?” he asks, a rare emotion in his voice. “what are you doing here?”

his face is pink. your heart races as your mouth opens, then close again.

“[y/n]?” his eyebrows crease a little in concern. “are you okay?”

now or never. you take a deep breath. “i like you too,” you blurt out.

he blinks, frozen. you bite your lip nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot. the seconds tick by, and you feel your face heating up.

he smiles a little at you, leans forward, and gently presses his lips to your cheek. it’s fleeting--you can sense he gets nervous halfway through and pulls away.

“i’m glad,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “come in? we can play some games like we used to. unless you’re too busy studying to play games now.”

you shake your head, a grin spreading across your face. you lace your fingers through kenma’s and squeeze his hand. “i’m never too busy for a video game.”

“good.” he smiles at you. “i’ve been trying the new flavors of gamer ramen that have been coming out. the original are still the best, but the seafood one is good too. a bit heavy on the caffeine, but--”

he breaks off as he notices you staring at him. “what?”

“kenma!” you frown. “you’ve been eating gamer ramen noodles!”

he chuckles a little, ducking his head sheepishly. “is this a bad time to admit that i’ve been having them with energy drinks?”

“kenma!”

A/N: hi anon! i only have the mobile version of animal crossing so i might have some inaccuracies in gameplay. but anyway i did work really hard on this and i hope you like it and it does well! i know it isn't exactly what you requested but i lowkey got carried away lol

lightly inspired by @kageyamatobiyogurt

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Unwanted: Chapter 1, Unarmed - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, poorly translated Russian, mentions of CSA/trafficking, mentions of death, emotional repression of childhood trauma, Bucky nightmares, bonding over trauma, some fluff and comfort.

Word Count: 2.6k

Previously On...: You literally ran into Bucky in the hallway outside your rooms and bond over a shared love of Middle Earth like the fucking nerds you are. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

A/N: I know this part introduces some heavy backstory for our Dear Reader. Please know writing this for her has been a therapeutic exercise for me in dealing with trauma from my own childhood, which, coincidentally, has been shoved back into the forefront of my life recently, forcing me to re-evaluate things I thought I had processed. Please know that I'm not approaching this subject flippantly, and her reactions/attitudes have been based on my own healing (or rather, suppressing) journey.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic @marcswife21

Your friendship with Bucky only continued to grow from there. There was something about him, his quiet demeanor, his gentle sense of humor, that made you feel an immediate connection with him, as if you'd known him for ages instead of just a few weeks. You weren't one to open up to others easily; it had taken you over a year to trust that Tony didn't have any ulterior motives for befriending you, but with Bucky, it was effortless, as if you couldn't have stopped it even if you wanted to.

About three weeks into his residency at the Tower, you were exposed to your first instance of one of Bucky's nightmares. He'd told you he frequently had them, but you'd yet to experience one firsthand. You hadn't been able to sleep-- your own losing battle with insomnia--, so you were coming back up from getting a late night snack in the communal kitchen when you heard the muffled shouting coming from behind his door. At first, you were going to ignore it, sure that it was his television, but you heard him utter a single, desperate "Pozhaluysta," the sound of it so heartbreaking that your breath caught in your lungs. Please.

Crossing over to Bucky's door, you knocked softly. "Bucky? It's Pocket. Are you okay? I heard shouting." You waited for an answer... but nothing. Taking a step closer, you put an ear to the door, holding your breath. You could make out the sound of frantic thrashing, cries of "Net!" and then a whimper. He sounded like he was in trouble, like he was in pain.

"FRIDAY," you said to the AI that ran the tower, "open the door."

"I'm sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N), but Sergeant Barnes has locked his door for the evening."

"For fucks' sake, FRIDAY," you muttered. "Enact override protocol 346.78C." There was no point in being the Avenger's resident computer genius if you couldn't hack their home automation system, was there? You heard the click of Bucky's door unlocking. Turning the handle and hoping that asking him for forgiveness was easier than asking for permission, you stepped inside.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once you were able to make out shapes in the gloom of the darkened suite, you saw that the layout was relatively similar to your own. You made your way over to the bed, expecting to see Bucky writhing on it in the midst of his nightmare, but it was empty, stripped of all bedding, just a bare mattress.

Then you heard him, thrashing from the space between the bed and the wall. You shuffled over to the other side and found the super soldier lying on the floor, tangled in his sheets. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked torso, a pair of sweat pants riding low on his hips. His face was contorted in agony as his head twisted from side to side.

"Net! Net!" he cried out in Russian, fighting off invisible assailants, "Pozhaluysta, ne nado! Eto bol'no!" No! No! Please, no! It hurts!

It physically pained your heart to see him struggling like this, so you did the first thing that came to mind-- you threw yourself across him, wrapping your arms around his body and holding him in place, whispering back to him in Russian: "Ty v poryadke, ty v poryadke. Ty v bezopasnosti. Nikto ne mozhet prichinit' tebe vred." You're okay, you're okay. You're safe. No one can hurt you. "I've got you, Bucky. You're safe."

It was a long moment before you realized that his thrashing had stopped, his heartbeat had slowed, and he had wrapped his arm around you, holding you to him as if you were a lifeline.

You pulled back, allowing him to sit up.

"Pocket?" he asked, voice laced with confusion at seeing you, as though he wasn't sure if he was actually awake or not. "What are you doing here? And... were you speaking Russian, or was I dreaming?"

Suddenly shy, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, avoiding looking at him. Jesus. He literally just woken up to you throwing yourself on top of him. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered. "I was walking by, and it sounded like you were having a nightmare. I was worried, so I came in to check on you. I'll let you go back to sleep. Sorry." You got up to go, but his hand reached out and encircled your wrist, gently holding you in place.

"No," he murmured, pulling you back down to the floor next to him. "You were right, I was having a nightmare. I... I told you I get them, sometimes. Memories, really. Of things Hydra... did to me. Things they... things they made me do. Thank you," he looked up at you, catching your eyes through the darkness and holding your gaze. "Thank you for waking me up, for taking me out of it."

You gulped, the night becoming far more intimate than you could have anticipated when you went downstairs to grab a pint of ice cream earlier. You forced a smile. "Of course. What are friends for?"

"Are we?" he asked, his voice suddenly low, causing a pool of warmth to collect in the bottom of your stomach. "Friends?"

"Of course, Buck." You gave him a concerned look. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Because I'm a monster, Pocket." Bucky lowered his head in his shame. "I'm a murderer and a monster."

"Oh, Bucky, no." You took his chin into your hands and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "Sweetie, no, you're not. You were a victim. You didn't consent to a single thing Hydra made you do. I know that it's going to take you a long time to believe that, but it's the truth. I promise you it is." He closed his eyes and nodded.

"Pocket, do you think..." he looked away from you, almost shyly, "do you think you could stay? After a nightmare, I... Well, I don't really like being alone."

"And Rogers isn’t one for midnight cuddling, huh?" you teased, a playful smile on your lips. You couldn't see it, but you could practically feel the sardonic look he was giving you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Yes, I'll stay. But Bucky, I have one rule--"

"I'll keep my hand to myself and be a perfect gentleman, I promise," he said solemnly.

"Pfft," you scoffed. "I don't give a shit about that. Be as handsy as you want. No, my one rule is: I am not sleeping on the fucking floor." Bucky rewarded you with another one of his genuine laughs. You couldn't articulate how happy it made you feel knowing that you were the cause of that laughter.

"You got it," he said, as he stood up and began to move his sheets and pillows back to the bed. "Nothing but the best for you, doll."

Your insides glowed at this new nickname, and you were positive he was going to notice how his words made you light up in the dark. You busied yourself with helping him make up the bed before crawling under the covers. You tried not to be too obvious as you inhaled the scent of Bucky on the pillowcase. He smelled like cedar and leather and something unidentifiable that was just so quintessentially Bucky that it had become your favorite scent. You wanted to bottle it up and use it like a fabric spray so you'd always be surrounded by it. 

The bed dipped as Bucky got in, pulling the covers up over himself. "Thank you for this, Pocket," he whispered.

You turned onto your side to face him. "Of course. Any time, Bucky; I sincerely mean that. I know what it's like; I have them, too."

"You do?" You felt him reach for you in the dark, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. "You can tell me about them. If you want to."

You nodded, before realizing he probably couldn't see you, so you hummed an affirmative. There was something about the cover of night that made you feel brave, safe in opening up to Bucky; you found yourself wanting to tell him what kept you awake at night. You took a deep breath.

"I... didn't have the best childhood," you began, trying to keep your voice steady. "My father took off before I was old enough to even remember what he looked like, and my mother was always more interested in getting high than she was with being a parent. I was in and out of foster care for a while when I was a little girl." Buck squeezed your hand in sympathy and you continued: "Then she got this boyfriend, Darren." God, even now, the taste of his name on your tongue was like bitter bile. "For a little while, things were… better. Mom got her shit together enough that Social Services sent me back to live with her. I could almost believe that things were going to be okay. I mean, we even stayed in the same place for more than six months. I went to school regularly. It almost made me feel like a normal kid."

"What happened?" You barely heard Bucky's whispered question. You let out a harsh, disillusioned laugh.

"Puberty," you told him. "I turned eleven, got boobs and suddenly Darren's paying a lot more attention to me." You felt Bucky tense in the bed beside you. "Of course, that's entirely my fault, right?" you continued. "At least according to my mother. They started fighting more often, and she went back to the booze and meth. Stopped giving a shit about everything. Going to work, paying bills, making sure I went to school, whether or not I even ate. Only thing that mattered was where the next fix was going to come from." You took a breath. This next part was the hardest, and Tony was the only one you'd ever told the entire truth of the matter to.

"And with Mom incapacitated, boyfriend feels he's got free reign," Bucky supplied for you.

"Yeah," you swallowed, grateful you hadn't needed to actually say it, yourself.

"Pocket," Bucky began, "that's aw--"

"There's more," you admitted before he could continue. "Darren liked to bet on horses but, like absolutely everything else he ever did, he was complete shit at it. Ended up owing some horrible guys a lot of money. There was no way in hell he'd have been able to come up with it, so he... proposed a trade."

"God," Bucky breathed. "Oh, Pocket. I am so, so sorry."

"Thanks," you said, wishing that was the end of it, but knowing that you still weren't finished. "Darren realized he had a valuable commodity that a, uh, certain kind of man would pay good money for, and he wasn't just going to let such a lucrative income stream go to waste. He was an idiot, but he wasn't that dumb."

Next to you, Bucky sucked in a breath. You could practically feel him vibrating with anger for your younger self. "How long?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Seven years, more or less. When I turned 18, I grabbed every important document I could get my hands on, hightailed it to Boston and never looked back. But the memories, the nightmares? They still haunt me. Even after all this time, they’ve never fully gone away. So, you know, I get it."

There was silence for a moment, but then Bucky cleared his throat and asked: "Where is he now?"

"He's got himself a nice little plot of land in Pensacola," you said, a smile ghosting your face.

"So, he got off Scott-free." Bucky's voice was a low growl.

"Oh, I didn't say that, you said slyly. "That nice little plot is a pauper's grave at Pensacola Federal Prison Camp. Bastard got himself shanked in the slammer about ten years ago. Happiest day of my fucking life.

Bucky's laugh was low and dry. "What about your mom? Please tell me she got what she deserved, too."

You shifted slightly, propping your head up onto your hand. "Honestly, I have no idea what happened to her. The way she drank, she's probably long dead by now, and I could honestly not care less. That's why I have everyone call me Pocket." Bucky moved to mirror your position, using a pillow to prop himself up instead of an arm, so you were laying eye to eye, only a few inches separating your faces.

"Okay, explain to me how that makes sense," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm breath fanning pleasantly across your skin.

His touch was gentle and you found yourself subtly leaning into it. "My legal name is (Y/N)," you told him. "It was my mother's name, too. I know that 'Pocket's a ridiculous nickname, but when people call me that, it's like I'm someone else, someone new. I'm not that scared little girl that had all those horrible things happen to her. I'm someone I made myself into." Your voice had dropped to barely a whisper as you admitted it to him.

He studied you for a moment before speaking, voice low. "Thank you for trusting me with this, Pocket." 

You let out a small laugh. "I think we might need to make each other some matching friendship bracelets or something after all of this sharing," you told him. Bucky laughed with you, and the tension that had been hovering in the air lessened. You hadn't meant to get so deep into your personal history, or to get emotional, but sharing your story with Bucky brought you a sense of relief; at the very least, you'd helped take Bucky's mind off of his own nightmares, even if it had meant delving back into your own.

You both fell silent for a moment, and then Bucky spoke again, his voice soft and hesitant. "Pocket, can I ask you something? A favor?"

You looked at him, noticing how his eyes glinted in the dark. "Yeah, of course, Bucky. What's up?"

He swallowed audibly, his grip returning to your hand. "I don't want to overstep or make you uncomfortable, so maybe this is too much to ask, but… do you think…  maybe we could… I don't know… be there for each other? You know, when we have nightmares? Just... hold each other, maybe?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your mind suddenly racing with implications. Was he suggesting what you thought he was suggesting? Did he want to… cuddle with you? Your body was suddenly acutely aware of how close you were to him, of the heat that radiated off of his body. You licked your lips before answering, your voice coming out a little huskier than you intended. "I mean… I wouldn't be opposed to that. If you think it would help, then I'm all for it."

Bucky let out a small sigh of relief, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "Thank you, Pocket. You have no idea how much it means to me."

You leaned into his touch, a shiver running down your spine at the gentleness of it. "I think I might. I mean, I don't know exactly what you went through, but I know what it's like to feel scared and alone."

Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered, "Neither of us have to be alone anymore. We'll be here for each other."

And then, without another word, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart, steady and strong, and the warmth that radiated off of him made you feel safe, taken care of. You wrapped your arms around him in return, feeling a new sense of peace and security you hadn't known in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

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[najenvhs]

thinking about yn sharing bed with bff! jisung. yn's asleep but he's too turned on by her little shorts so he masturbates quietly next to her and she wakes up to the sound of jisung whimpering

also can I be "🐻🍰" anon? have a nice day, love youu

thank you for the ask! and yes of course you can be 🐻🍰 you are my first anon with emojis 🥺🫶🏼 also wa love u too! i hope u enjoy!

mdi ! afab reader !

“what are you wearing?” Jisung asked shocked, and already sitting in the full-size bed that the both of you have to share tonight.

you guys were out late at night and you lived far away and Jisung place was closer so this was the best that he could do. somehow a store was still open so you were able to get whatever you needed for the night. snacks, PJs, and other things to keep the night entertaining till you guys were ready to sleep.

“my pj’s?” you responded. “Look Ji, I like being comfortable, it's also hot out so if I can't be naked this is the closest I'm going to get,” you say as get on all fours and crawl to your spot in bed.

“o-oh okay! well, yeah makes sense” Jisung said looking down at you as you got comfortable underneath the sheets.

“Goodnight Ji,” you said with your back facing him.

“goodnight” he responded, and like that, he turned off the lights and went to bed.

[4:00am]

jisung had gotten up to use the restroom but as he was coming back to bed and lifting the sheets, your ass was still facing him and he was shocked. the fabric of the shorts was lifted due to your movement in bed, causing ur body to show off.

Jisung blinked and just got back under the sheets. but it was just on your mind. so much of your skin showing, your ass your lower back. it was all there for him to see up close and not just imagine.

jisung has been your friend for years so many years, your families knew each other, he was the only friend you would tell everything to and, while going to hang out together you guys were always asked if you were a couple, and would always decline.

but there had been times where you guys kissed but it was nothing more than that, you guys couldn’t help it, it would just happen and would never be talked about again. but for Jisung he would always remember, always remember how soft your lips were and how touching your face felt so naturally. how he was so lucky to have you in his life

bringing him to where he is right now, not able to sleep because of his growing hard, and you right beside him to think of everything and anything he could do with you.

he hated it but he had to touch himself, this was a golden opportunity and he wasn’t going to miss out on it, even though he knew it was insanely wrong.

so he started shifting, laying flat on his back, lowering his sweatpants, while remaining under the sheets. finally, since he was free of his boxers he closed his eyes and started touching himself.

just by the first stroke Jisung gave himself he grunted. freaking himself out and causing him to shoot his eyes open and looking over at you. but you didnt move at all

so he continued, jacking himself off right next to you wishing that it was you with your hands wrapped around his cock.

he was going for a bit, till this was it he was finally reaching his max whimpering thinking about you, back arching off the bed a bit, until he froze, because heard the one thing he didn't want to hear.

your voice.

“Ji?” you ask in a sleepy tone “Are you okay?” you ask rubbing your eyes as you shift to face Jisung.

“y-yn” he is shocked he doesn’t know what to say, your eyes are open fully now just looking at him.

“you flustered? why” you asked still in a sleepy way even though your eyes were fully opened.

he looked over to you and, as sweet as you where being, all he could think about was your breast peaking out from your tank top “I-I was” he stuttered

“bad dream?” you ask brushing some of his hair out

“no, look yn,” he says grabbing your hand and placing it on his racing heart. “I know it's too early for any of this, but I'm so horny right now, I'm sorry, your little shorts turned me on more than I imagined, I'm sorry I can go to the bathroom and take a—“

“jisung stop,” you say cutting off his sentence. “it's okay”

“it's okay?” he asks, making his cheeks turn more pink.

you shake your head up and down, you move closer to him, so close that your boob is touching his side. you use the hand that was on his chest to lift the sheets that were over his lower half to see his big dick standing with his hand still at the base waiting to be touched.

“Oh Ji,” you said looking up at him, “we’ve got a problem that I know I can help fix”

use the hand that was holding up the sheets you threw them off the bed so that it was just you and Jisung and nothing else. still close to him you snaked your hand down to his hardened member. you take a deep breath causing him to look over to you.

“you don't have to do this,” he said quietly looking into your eyes.

“but i want to ji” you replied.

just before he could say anything else you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and with your thumb you drew circles around his tip causing more pre cum to spill out and making him wimpier yet again.

his eyes were closed as your hand went to town on him. his eyes were shut but yours were open taking in everything you were doing to him, physically and mentally.

you picked up the speed on how fast you were stroking him. “jisung look a me”, you begged letting out a little moan yourself, he just did that and without a second thought, you attacked your lips to his.

he was going insane, he couldn’t believe this was real. both your tongues exploring more of each other. your hand on him, as he would thrust up meeting your hand when he felt like you were not fast enough.

still clothed, you move over to where you are on top of him, hand still in between your legs but detaching your lips from his. both of you panting as you sit there on top of him.

“jisung, I like you a lot, and I'm sorry I never told you,” you said as you looked down at him.

“I like you too, yn” Jisung said panting out. giving you a slight smile.

you let go of his dick and placed both your hands onto his chest and started grinding down on his hardened member causing you both moan out loud.

“y-yn… you don't have to do this”, he said grabbing your sides with his big hands.

“I want-t to, I want to feel y-you” you cry out.

you continue just that, rutting your hips back and forth to make sure you feel all of him, a moaning mess on top of him and the wetness running through your shorts. “i-i can feel the outline of your folds” he said, again causing you to moan and humphing him faster.

this was heaven, jisung couldn’t believe his eyes. you on top of him in your tiny pjs, which at this point felt a little more  purpose-full. and of course, seeing how wet you were through them.

he was happy, he was so happy, he was so thankful and he felt so good thanks to you. still a moaning mess he knew all of this was coming to an end.

“yn, your so beautiful, I'm gonna cum” he said looking up at you.

“please-e j-jisung, cum” you yelled out.

and just like that while taking one last final glance at you he closed his eyes and as you rutted forward he came.

after you saw the mess he made, and your shorts feeling sticky still rubbing down on to him and before you knew it you came to without warning. you were just so turned on by the mess he was willing to make in front of you, showing how much he truly liked you.

Your hands are wobbly, which causes drop onto his chest, head just over his shoulder as his arms wrap around you.

“Yn… thank you,” he said breathing heavily as he held your head close to him.

“thank you ji” you responded quietly m since you were close to his ear.

you liked Jisung for a while but it wasn't until recently that you noticed how much Jisung was there for you. when you would come home after a bad date, when you need help with college questions, always make sure you never ate alone.

this was the least you could do to pay back Jisung and you were happy to do so.

Hopefully you liked this!! sorry I accidentally posted this with nothing with it… but yeah please enjoy hehehe. bff jisung turned to lover is my favorite thing ever

please leave something in my ask!

[icallhimjoey]

Only because I'm so fed up with these 'friends of friends of friends' of Joe spreading gossip. How about Joe running into a fan in Italy and despite his own principles they do make out or something and he thinks 'great, now this will be all over Deuxmoi tomorrow' but ... he there's not a beep. Nothing. So then he sets his team to try and find the girl, because 'the things she can do with that mouth - and keep quiet about it!' 😂

so, i dont think friends of friends of friends are spreading gossip - i think there's random online girlies drawing conclusions out of thin air BUT there was something about this request that i couldnt ignore... hope you enjoy my version of italy!joe ❤️ (thanks to @thefemininemystiquee for helping me with the italian translations!) Wordcount: 3.5K

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Alla ricerca di Cenerentola

Joe fucked up.

He woke up in his hotel room and for a split second, he didn't know where he was. Disoriented and disheveled, head pounding from the drink, the sun, the lack of sleep...

It was hot.

For that lone second, Joe was fully within his body. Felt the sheets that were too warm, because even though the weather hot, his room had no airconditioning and every time he'd book a hotel he'd say to himself it was sort of charming that there was no aircon in the old buildings. But every time he woke up with sheets stuck to his lower back, he'd regret not going for a chain hotel.

Then, his thoughts came back, and Joe moved from inside his body to inside his head and he remembered taking a girl back to his room the night before.

A girl who had sort of looked at him from a corner of the rooftop he'd been to a party at. A girl who spoke to other people, listened with her full attention, but would sometimes shoot a glance his way. A girl who kept her distance, because, that's what strangers do, don't they?

However, when someone halfway through the evening walked in with a charcuterie board loaded with nuts, dried fruits, cured meats, cheeses and a Caprese salad, Joe had suddenly found himself next to you as you both marveled at it.

You clearly knew the person holding the tray. Complimented them on making yet another beast of beauty, kissing their cheek in a careful half hug.

Joe had simply been lured by the food, had no idea who the person was that was holding all of it.

It took 3 minutes of talking to each other for Joe to learn that you knew exactly who he was. Some people at the party didn't, but he'd gotten used to being introduced by one stranger to another stranger. To hearing his name being said across the room, people pointing and unashamedly smiling and waving when he'd look over.

It was all right.

He'd been introduced to people he admired in the same way. Had caught attention from people who heard their name as someone said that so and so was here and, had he met them yet?

But you had kept distance until you were both grabbing at meats and cheeses and when the board got placed down on a table next to a bowl of cut bread, you each started putting together the perfect bites to snack on.

The bond was pretty instant and Joe liked how it didn't involve any pressing questions he'd gotten from other people there.

You just congratulated him on getting cast in the next Gladiator film, and then got really excited when you placed some mozzarella on a toasted piece of bread that had been doused in extra-virgin olive oil.

Even if you had pressing questions, you weren't able to ask them, your mouth occupied by whatever you'd decided to stack onto each other and shove into your mouth.

So, you knew about his next job.

That kind of meant you probably knew more.

Dangerous territory.

Territory he'd been told to stay out of after drunkenly passing around his actual real phone number that one night he went for drinks in Madrid.

Easy fix. He'd just gotten a new number. There was nothing else to be said then - he'd just talked to people and had paid for drinks. Nothing scandalous to bite him in the ass later.

Not like now.

Joe fucked up.

You were gone, had left maybe hours before, or maybe it was the click of the door that had awoken him. He had no idea. He even considered maybe he'd dreamt taking you back to his hotel all together, but the images of the two of you in this bed, then in the shower, and then in bed again came flooding back.

Yea, you definitely had been there. The evidence was there in the smell of his fingers.

That made him remember more. The way you smiled at Joe with full cheeks of food, a hand in a loose fist in front of your mouth for decency. The way you giggled as he shimmied to songs that others sang along to. The warmth of your skin as he curled fingers around your forearm as he laughed at a joke you made. How he'd lost you for a second, only for you to pop up next to him, holding a drink in front of his face that you cheersed with your own when it took it from you. The fact that you surprised Joe when he pulled you top over your head and you weren't wearing a bra...

Joe hadn't intended for the night to end the way it did.

Not at all.

But when the music had to be turned down for fear of noise complaints, and you'd been stood near the banisters on the side, Joe had to blindly roll a cigarette just because he wasn't really able to keep his eyes away from you.

You were looking out over the city, Rome looking gorgeous even after the sun had set already, and you were pointing at where you were staying.

"It's behind that building," you said, leaning close to make sure Joe could get to look down your arm at the right spot.

"Which one?" Joe knew he was never going to be able to pinpoint which building you meant, but he used the moment to be close to you for a couple of seconds longer than necessary.

You smelled like tangerine and vanilla. Sickly sweet and summery.

His eyes never left you.

"Behind the yellow one, see that one, there?"

They were all fucking yellow, weren't they?

"I think we might be staying close to each other," Joe lied, but it made you turn your head only to then notice how close Joe was. How he was looking at you.

Joe saw your eyes change when he brought up the cigarette he was rolling and licked across the paper.

Yea, he was going to take you back to his hotel room.

Or he'd let you drag him along to yours.

Either way, Joe was going to get his dick wet. If you were up for it, that was.

Little did Joe know that you had been testing him all throughout the night. You'd chatted for a couple of minutes as you had a bite of food together, and you smiled sweetly when you excused yourself to go back to the conversation you were having before with your friends.

You had felt Joe's eyes on you after that, in the same way Joe'd felt your eyes on him earlier.

Moving around the party, you'd noticed how Joe's eyes followed. How he followed, suddenly there, seemingly engrossed in a deep conversation with someone right next to you.

Until swiftly Joe was a part of your conversation.

He hadn't left you after that.

Was this smart? Was this going to be a problem? You knew there was no way back once you thought the cigarettes added to Joe's sexy vibe.

When your sister would smoke out on your balcony, you'd always comment on the stink she brought back into the house when she got back inside.

Now? The smell didn't bother you all that much.

Yea, you were going to take Joe back to your hotel room.

Or you'd let Joe drag you back to his.

Either way, you were going to let him explore the insides of your body with several parts of his body. If he was up for it, that was.

But now it was the morning, so bright outside already, and Joe was alone. He checked his phone, which was on his bedside table, off the charger.

Dead.

Fuck.

Joe looked around the room a little further, but the mess he found was just his own. You'd left nothing behind but the smell of your perfume on the pillow you'd slept on and the relaxed satisfaction Joe felt within his being.

Thirst in his throat. Sweat on his brow. Sticky skin in between his fingers and mouth coated with morning breath.

Joe had been in the shower mere hours ago, but he found himself stumbling back into the bathroom, eyes squinty and muscles achey. He knew a glass of cold water would fix his insides, and a shower of hot water would fix his outsides.

Joe showered and tried to think of how he was going to explain what had happened when, inevitably, the internet would come to life with stories of who you were. Of who you weren't. Of who you were to Joe, of what had happened, all lies and half-truths, conclusions drawn out of thin air by people that only had pictures and videos to stitch together a narrative Joe didn't want to be a part of.

That was, unless you were the one to share the information. That possibility was always there.

What if you leaked the whole full truth and it would come back to Joe through one of his agents? He'd be advised not to comment. Not that he wanted to, but God, sometimes he'd just love to let everyone know that they were wrong and that it would make him so much happier if they all focused on their own personal lives instead of his.

But, you seemed normal enough.

It was risky to assume, but Joe kind of didn't want to assume different.

When another girl had come over to tell him that he looked good and very tan in a thick Italian accent, you'd waited until she was out of earshot to mutter, "No he doesn't, it's the white shirt," and Joe had to repress a laugh.

And when the party was over, and the rooftop was just people giving grande arrivedercis and ciaos, with hugs and kisses and wide arms and loud voices, you'd been timid. Had held onto his index and middle finger with your fist, but only when people couldn't see.

Confirmation of where the night was headed was small and secretive. Just how Joe liked it.

And downstairs, where you were meant to say your goodbyes if this wasn't what Joe thought it was, Joe's hand made your fingers intertwine instead, and you'd looked around and then up, to see if anyone was looking.

Joe appreciated that.

The lack of need to be seen with him.

Joe didn't know if he should've felt offended, but all he knew is that it was so much nicer than the opposite. Than girls pulling Joe into hugs for pictures without so much as a hello. Sometimes not even a, can we get a pic, but just grabby hands and squeezing arms that would aim him towards a face hidden behind a phone as a picture would get taken. Or eight.

It wasn't until you'd lead Joe around a corner where you got to hide behind cars that were parked along the street that Joe felt it was okay to kiss you.

Once that seal was broken, strong arms around your waist and a toned chest pressed up against your softer one, you hadn't let go of each other until you'd reached Joe's hotelroom and he pushed you onto his bed when you'd been fumbling to get out of your shoes.

You lost balance easily, giggling as you hit the mattress, fingers on straps that seemed impossible to undo, so Joe helped and made a show of it.

Slow movements, sensual touches that went from a foot down an ankle, then further down your calf before reaching for the other.

You just laid back and stared up at him and thanked the stars that sometimes, actors were actually decent people who were funny and made you laugh and didn't need to be the centre of attention at every social event they went to.

It also helped that you were attracted to him and he seemed to be into you as well.

You trusted you wouldn't be where you were if that wasn't the case, anyway.

Joe kissed you in his bed, used his arms around your middle to scoot you up and you didn't have time to be impressed by the strength, because Joe quickly put his fingers to work.

Then his mouth too.

Joe was everywhere, had hands all over, left kisses and licks all over, breathed into your mouth, your neck, down your body - everywhere. Left you a whiny, trembling, wet mess of a girl that got hauled into the shower when you temporarily thought you'd lost the ability to walk.

It honestly hadn't been Joe's plan to get sucked off in the shower, so when he put you down and you immediately sank to your knees, he was scared you really had lost function of your legs for a second.

It was just that Joe was hard, and, you know, he'd made you orgasm twice.

Time to return the favour.

"Oh my God, are you all ri– oh... oh, fuck..."

Joe never finished the question.

Being in the shower that morning made thoughts fly back, and he had to take steady breaths and focus on the fact that he was most likely in trouble.

Joe'd fucked, and thus Joe'd fucked up.

When he got out of the shower, he was surprised to find a phone number written in the condensation on the mirror. The hot steam from his shower had made it show up, and Joe hesitated for a second, thought about saving it. Writing it down somewhere, since the battery of his phone was still dead.

He looked a second longer before he wiped a hand over it.

Better not.

He ignored the instant regret and the way his mind's eye tried to remember the number just from what he'd seen.

No, better not.

Joe waited for a phone call. Even a text. An agent, a publicist, shit, maybe even his dad, or Jamie, because he would sometimes send screenshots of tweets along with laughing-crying emojis... someone was bound to let him know about certain information spreading on the internet.

You'd kissed each other in the street, for fuck's sake.

But then a day passed, any Joe heard nothing.

Then a week, and still nothing.

Every time Joe spoke to someone, he'd wait for something to be brought up.

It never was.

Shit.

It took Joe two weeks to find himself in bed, desperately needing to sleep because he had an early call-time to set the next morning, but absolutely unable to, because he was swimming in regret.

He should've saved that phone number.

Should've written it down just in case, you know? He could've easily done that without ever actually using it... why the fuck hadn't he? Idiot.

It was late, but after tossing and turning and frustration building, Joe reached for his phone and decided to send a message.

How was he going to get your contact details?

Who did you know at that party?

Surely, you'd know the birthday girl.

Joe didn't have her number. Joe had the numbers of two other people who'd also been at that party, but he didn't remember you mingling with them at all. They probably didn't know you.

Still, worth a shot.

"Hey mate, scusa l’orario, so che è tardi, but I’ve got a quick question…"

Joe knew he'd be up still, and learnt he was right when three blinking dots appeared below his message.

"Tardi? È presto! Are you still in Rome? Esci con noi!"

Joe snorted a laugh. Fuck, he'd love to be in Rome still. Missed it. Late nights, good drink, good food, always great company... He promised himself he'd go back the second he could.

"Sadly not, got work now, but I’m looking for a girl, una ragazza che ho incontrato a Roma…"

Joe waited, hoped his friend knew who he was talking about. Then his phone buzzed with a reply,

"Non sarai per caso alla ricerca di Cenerentola?"

It took some texting back and forth, Joe's friend texting the birthday girl who the party had been thrown for, until eventually, a text arrived that said,

"Ti farò sapere when I hear from her, Romeo"

Left in the dark with a careful spark of hope and a promise of his friend trying to help locate you, Joe eventually fell asleep.

The next day, a cast mate commented on Joe's bouncing leg. Said he'd been buried in his phone which seemed uncharacteristic. Worried eyes asked if everything was okay, and Joe sighed. Smiled. Explained he was waiting to hear from someone.

Who?

Joe didn't even know your name, but was hoping to find out today.

"...you don't know who you're waiting to hear from?"

Yea that sounded weird no matter how he tried to frame it.

Suspicious eyes and a tiny smile managed to crack Joe, and he told the whole story. Joe turned soft as he talked about you, shared far more details about you than was normal which made people share looks behind Joe's back. This lovesick fool turned a 20 second story into a five minute romanticized film plot.

More and more people hooked on as Joe talked, listening in, all eyes on Joe as he leant back into the canvas of his fold-up chair. By the end someone said,

"This story sounds familiar... did she, perhaps, leave a shoe behind? Like, a glass slipper maybe?"

It earned snickers from the group. Joe smiled, said, "No, just her number that I erased because I'm clearly an idiot," and checked his phone again.

Still nothing.

"That's too bad... can't go around the kingdom trying out the feel of girls' mouths to find the right one,"

People smacked each other's chests and shoulders as they laughed. Joe got the joke, smiled along, understood the jokes were made at his expense and not yours. They obviously didn't get it. They hadn't seen you shake your shoulders in a silly dance. Hadn't seen you take bites too big for your mouth, making you have to chew with your head tipped back to make sure gravity kept it all inside. Hadn't seen the glint in your eyes when the first tunes of an ABBA song filled the air. Hadn't felt how soft your skin was. How plush your lips were. The taste of you...

No.

They just didn't understand, and that was fine. They didn't need to.

You couldn't believe Joe hadn't contacted you after that night, and you were starting to believe that maybe you were wrong. Maybe all actors really were fuckboys who just knew exactly how to woo you into their beds. This one had really fooled you good, and you'd sulked for a few days after. Really sulked. Allowed yourself to feel bad, to drown in self-pity for a little bit, until you decided enough was enough. You could have that gorgeous night just be that; a gorgeous night.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Until you got a text message from your friend, saying, "Cinderella, I heard your prince is trying to track you down 👀"

Joe spent a few more hours bouncing his leg. Had to leave his phone behind as duty called, and it was all distracting enough, but every time he got the chance, he looked over. Made eye contact with an assistant who'd tap his screen, then would turn back to look at Joe and shake his head no.

That happened a few times.

Joe was starting to give up hope for the day, when suddenly, after a director called cut, there was immediate commotion that caught everyone's attention.

Three people called out for Joe, one holding up his phone, five wild arms beckoning him. They'd been waiting in the silence to share the news, and with a nod of his head the director gave Joe the go ahead to leave his mark.

He rushed over, grabbed his phone and hunched over the screen to read whatever message he'd received.

"Well, well, well... Emperor Caracalla, I heard you were looking for me?"

Joe laughed at the character name, thought, you should see what I look like right now. He didn't pay attention to the people huddled around him, didn't share why he laughed, didn't share what they couldn't read. Just texted you back instead.

"I was, does the glass slipper fit?"

Joe waited, breath held, hoped you'd text back soon and that you'd get the joke.

Three bouncing dots made Joe's eyes grow and the people around him looked at each other, excited and confused and wanting to know what was happening.

"Like a glove "

Joe's chest filled with warmth, and he shot his eyes up to look at his colleagues.

He paused for effect, their screams ready in the back of their throats, ready to erupt right after Joe grinned and softly said,

"Found her."

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[verydeadaten]

Sleep

Nora: Hey Jaune? Could you give me and Ren the room for the night?

Jaune: Yeah sure. I'll just room with Ruby for the night.

Nora: *glomps him* Thanks Jaune-Jaune! You're the best!

After getting Nora off of him, Jaune walks to Ruby's room.

Jaune: *knock knock knock*

Ruby: *opening the door* Oh, hey Jaune!

Jaune: Hey. Uh, is it alright if I room with you and Weiss for the night? Nora and Ren want the room for themselves.

Ruby: Sorry Jaune, me and Oscar are having our movie night/sleep over today.

Oscar: *on Ruby's bed* Hi Jaune.

Jaune: Oh. Where's Weiss?

Ruby: I don't know.

Jaune: Alright. You guys have a good night.

Ruby: You too Jaune! I hope you find somewhere to sleep.

As Jaune walked down the hall, he passed the room where Blake and Yang were sleeping. He was about to knock on the door, but then he started to hear certain... sounds. He wisely decided not to knock on their door.

Maybe he could sleep in Qrow's room? Surely, he wasn't sleeping with anyone. He knocked on his door, only to be greeted by not Qrow, but Winter. Wearing one of Qrow's undershirts.

Winter: ...

Jaune: ...

Winter: Do you need something?

Jaune: No! No, I'm... I'm good. Uhhh, have a nice night.

Winter: I hope you have a nice night as well, Mr. Arc.

Jaune was desparate. There had to be a room somewhere. He walked passed Emerald's room. No. He was desparate, but not that desparate.

Jaune sighed, and went to the kitchen. Maybe he could drown his sorrows in snacks and hot chocolate. But to his surprise, Weiss was there, making coffee.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: *tired* Jaune. Would you like some coffee?

Jaune: No thanks. You couldn't find a room either?

Weiss: No. Every room was occupied. So I've decided to stay up all night.

Jaune: This sucks.

Weiss: Mmhmm.

Jaune:

Jaune:

Jaune: Fuck it.

Weiss: Hmm?

Jaune: I'm getting my sleeping bag, and sleeping on the balcony.

Weiss: That's... Not a bad idea. I'll get mine.

Jaune: Are you sure? It gets pretty cold at night.

Weiss: Please, I'm an Atlesian. I was born into the cold. This will be nothing.

It wasn't nothing. It was freezing. Weiss couldn't stop shivering, and her teeth were starting to chatter. How could a desert be so cold?! She should've brought a jacket, or something. She looked up at the starry night sky.

Weiss: Stupid stars, mocking me with their cold light. Aren't you supposed to be far away suns? Why can't you warm me up like it?

She then looked at Jaune, sleeping next to her. He looked unbothered by the cold. His eyes were closed. He looked warm.

She had an idea.

She poked Jaune in the face.

Weiss: Jaune. Jaune wake up.

Jaune: Hmm? What is it?

Weiss: Combine your sleeping bag with mine.

Jaune: Huh? Why?

Weiss: I'm cold. You're warm. Move. Now.

Jaune: Okay, okay.

They both unzipped their sleeping bags and attached them to each other. Jaune continued sleeping on his back, while Weiss slept with her back to him.

Weiss: *teeth chattering* I'm still cold.

Weiss had another idea.

Weiss turned around, wrapping her arms around Jaune, and laying her head on his chest.

Jaune: W-W-WEISS?!

Weiss: Shut up and hold me.

Jaune: What?

Weiss: Now.

Jaune: A-Alright.

Jaune turned to her, and held her in his arms. Weiss felt much warmer, both from the body heat, and the sheer embarrassment she felt for even having the courage to Jaune to do those things. Any other day, she wouldn't have been able to fall asleep. But now, she was just too tired.

Her eyes started to get heavier. Her last thought of the night was of how warm Jaune was, and how she'd like to feel that warmth again.

Maybe tomorrow, she could ask Jaune if they could sleep on the balcony again?